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  1. Thank you so much Octo! This maybe might start an interest for myself to take old fics that have not been updated in a long time, (including mine, I admit), and continuing them. Your comment is really motivating!
  2. Hey all! This story was a story started by user BurstingBunnie, called The Urges of Ember the Dragoness, the link for it is here: I highly recommend you read the first two chapters of this story before reading this one for context. I decided to add my own interpretation and conclusion for the story, as this one has not been updated in three years, and was left on a bit of a cliffhanger. This interpretation, should the author return to the original story, is considered "non-canon". The author's version, obviously, should supersede this interpretation, and I welcome the author to return to this story to finish it, or make another story with the same idea or characters. Personally, I really enjoyed the unique setting and scale of Ember, I might return to Ember and the idea of dragon omorashi since I had fun writing this so much. Now, without further ado, her is my interpretation for the final part of The Urges of Ember the Dragoness! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (4,471 words total) Ember exerted her flying strength to the best of her abilities, but could only feel all the liquid in her swollen abdomen slosh downwards and stretch her belly. Her poor bladder, weighing the tons and tons, was a weight too much for even her strength. And she was one of the strongest and fastest fliers of any dragoness. Male dragons were typically far superior in strength and speed to their female counterparts, but nevertheless, she was able to compete with most of the males on the off chance they came into contact. The humans had seen the futile act of flight Ember had displayed, and the Doomsday preachers took notice, and Ember's sympathizers grew weary, but many were compassionate. The Doomsdayers called for war on Ember, as fear took a hold of their agenda. Many more humans grew understanding of their cause and joined in the rally, drowning out the rally of Ember’s supporters. The Doomsdayers hurled aggressions at poor Ember, and some started throwing stones at her. Her scales were plenty tough enough to outlast the thrown rocks - any dragon’s would - but nonetheless it filled her with sadness to see the village turn on her that she put in so much effort and desperation to save. Ember considered trying to stand and walk away from the village and find a place to finally relieve her immense burden, slowly and urgently sloshing inside her huge bladder walls. However, she was afraid to move. The pressure on her poor urethra was beyond immense, implicitly applying it's pressure to her reproductive system, figuratively, as in the arousal from all the pressure, but also literally, as her G-spot ached and begged for something to be put inside it. As she clenched her huge dragon paws on her lower lips, she only just noticed how soaking wet she was. Her juices oozed out of her in preparation for a potential mate to thrust inside of her as she held on to her bladder's payload, moaning and growing as it pushed against her needy pussy and g-spot, only for her to release it all as she came, with enough energy as she roared to create winds to shake homes and trees. Oh… how badly she needed to piss and orgasm everywhere. A thought crossed her mind… Damn these humans, they are but an insignificant species to the might of dragons. The world and time would forget them, and in dragon age, they were mere toddlers. The urge to succumb to her needs mounted. Who in the world would care for a few generations of self-centered humans of one village?... …Ember did. As much as her body begged her to think of herself, even a dragoness such as herself could not bear the guilt of drowning innocent creatures in such a gruesome way. Ember mustered up her strength, wincing and grimacing as she uncrossed her legs. The townspeople quit their squabbling and took notice, nervous in anticipation whether their town was to be drenched in their fiery prophecy. Ember planted her feet, her voluptuous, sexy dragoness body on full display to the town. She blushed red as she knew her soaked, needy pussy lips were being exposed to the whole town, but she had to persevere. She began to stand, her huge bladder bulge again weighing her down. She felt like she drank -and processed- her entire weight in liquid, as she was a big and proud dragoness. The pressure was immense. Tears welled up I'm her eyes as she slowly continued her ascent. Her entire contents pushed down on her urethra and applied the most intense pressure on her G-spot and reproductive system as a whole. Her vision grew blurry as her heart raced and grew light headed. But she was almost there. She was about to click her knees into a fully standing position, standing high above the town… But Ember leaked. She moaned from the pressure, but it sounded like a roar to the townsfolk. A drop, at least a drop to Ember, dripped from her quivering urethra. However this drop was in actuality several gallons of hot piss. It splashed on the ground, creating a small crater and sprayed anyone too close. Ember immediately collapsed from her own weight, digging her paws into her crotch and falling straight on her huge, curvy dragoness ass. The impact of her ass on the ground sent another leak spurting out of her bladder, to be caught by her paw. The impact sent shockwaves equivalent to small earthquakes throughout the village, and its inhabitants were in full panic mode, thinking the dragon they catered so well for was going to finally flood their poor settlement in a blaze of piss. Ember gritted her sharp teeth and clenched her crotch and its respective muscles as much as she could. Her abdomen sloshed and wiggled up and down from the sudden impact, similar to that of a ball impacting the ground and rebounding skyward. The pressure, again, was unbearable. Ember's breath was heavy, with tears in her eyes, clenching down with more force than she ever had to before. The townsfolk that ran to their homes and braced for the waves of amber, started to reemerge at the lack of such. They carefully looked around and back up at the clearly struggling Ember. She felt incredibly weak. Nothing and no one was able to best her strength, but now she was squirming and quivering from her own bladder, it visibly sloshing back and forth as she squirmed, her ass creating a stark imprint in the ground as she wiggled her thick ass into it. Damn it… she thought to herself. She was better than this. She is better than this. She needed to regain her composure. And so, she took a large breath, and consolidated her might to her sore and exhausted pelvic muscles, to recover some semblance of control over herself. Which after some doing, finally took place. She exhaled after what felt like hours… which probably was a few hours it took the recompose herself. She didn't even have to hold herself by her puffy, hot nethers anymore, but she still sit with her dragon thighs squished together with enough force to turn the largest oak trees into splinters. The village decided they needed to figure out what to do next. A threat seemed to loom over them, an unprecedented threat that seemed unavoidable and could not be moved. A meeting was held in the town square, and the most intellectual thinkers and leaders gathered and spoke to the nervous crowd, who glanced at the quivering, squirming dragoness from time to time. The meeting described some solutions that could be taken, but people were split on both the urgency and how much they should invest in a solution. One member suggested they cut their losses and evacuate the city to become the domain of the dragon. Ember, who was able to hear the meeting thanks to supernatural senses. Agreed wholeheartedly, but still felt bad about destroying the homes and lives of the village people. To her dismay, the village was unwilling to leave, and it reflected in the public opinion. Another suggested digging a huge hole so the dragon could relieve herself. More libertarian villagers adamantly opposed, unwilling to devote the time and resources to such a project. Another side stated the logistical concern of how big to make it, and what would the village do with a massive lake, tens of thousands of gallons, with stinking yellow dragon piss. It was ultimately shot down, similarly to an idea to transport Ember the thousands of miles to an ocean via a giant "cart". Another idea sprung forth suggesting that large buckets be used, drawn by horses, to incrementally let Ember empty a little of her bladder over time, to be dumped at a discreet location. Immediately the idea was called into question: "What if the dragon couldn't control her stream?" Ember herself had faith but not certainty she could prevent that from happening. Ember watched in anticipation as the wheels of democracy slowly turned. And slow and aggravating they were. Suggestions turned to arguments, arguments into insults. Ember bounced and jiggled her legs and wiggled her butt. She rolled her eyes at the inefficiency of humans. If dragons had a disagreement, over space or a hoard for example, it all came down to a matter of strength in a battle, sometimes to the death. Although uncommon, these battles were devastating, destroying whole forests and turning hills into mountains from the scars of battle. At least it was more concise than the systems humans put in place. Finally, after hours of discussion, with the sun setting and Ember's bladder continuing to apply its immense pressure, every jiggle of her bulge sending shivers down her spine, and every pulse of her nether region sending arousal to her brain, a conclusion was reached. A more conservative group emerged that wished to keep efforts and costs low, and they proposed engineering a "plug" to keep the dragon's bladder at bay, until the next generations, which they agree to be more advanced and resourceful, can deal with the needs of the dragon. The general public seemed to like this approach, and little opposition was present. Ember was aghast at the idea and blushed red at the thought of the humans inserting a plug into her dragonhood… But her interest was piqued. How well could a human invention stand to the might of a dragon and her bladder? And if it did, the thought of having her bladder be plugged and test her limits was tantalizing. Perhaps, as the mantra goes, dragons can hold forever. She could be the first dragon to have some so, and holding could take this already immense pressure on her reproductive organs and make her sexual endeavors that much more blissful. She could only imagine the feeling of finding another strong, powerful dragon of the opposite sex, bending her over, and fucking her senseless as he presses his scaly organ deep into her, pushing and prodding her bladder's walls, making her feel a great matter of sensual pleasure, making her roar and moan, perhaps even spit fire as she has done in the past. And when all was said and done, the dragon would cum hundreds and hundreds of gallons straight into her womb, filling her up much like her bladder has filled her thus far. She would cum along with him, roaring loud enough to shear the leaves off of trees and uproot them with the boom of her orgasm, that would send both shakes down her body and the Earth. Or… or she could find a guild of male dragons, and submit to them, letting them do whatever they please to her and her bladder, all without spilling a single drop of her payload. They could make her drink, push on her, even engulf her in their fire or be used solely as a vessel for their sexual desires, covering her and filling her up with their semen. She prayed to be used as such until her next hibernation, or even past that. She also thought of touring the world for other dragonesses, and challenging them to a contest of strength regarding their bladders. They could drink entire lakes and seas and see which would be the first to release their bladders of thousands of gallons of piss. Ember might be cheating with the plug, but her bladders sheer tenacity would earn respect on its own. Perhaps it could train her to hold those loads on her own. Having won a contest, Ember could get the dragoness to submit to her, and she could have a harem of desperate (she would forbid them from relieving themselves, of course) dragonesses for her exploitation, and her sexual pleasure whenever she needed it. Her mind wandered to a great variety and quantity of sexual fantasies. Her paws snaked their way down to her crotch to grab a hold of herself, the pressure of her bladder mounting ever so prominently, but also to very gently rub her clit, being nearly the size of a person. She cooed softly at the sensual touch and her runaway arousal as her dreams went wild envisioning the great fun and pleasure she could have. Her daydreaming went on for some time. Her tongue lolled out and her eyes squint closed and she caressed, squeezed, and rubbed her horribly needy clit. However, the feeling lasted for only what appeared to be a short while, as the rays of the sun and the murmurs of the town awoke her. She opened her eyes, it was morning now, she must have been daydreaming those lewd thoughts all night. The cluster of town inhabitants stood within very close proximity to her crotch, her quivering pussy in full view of them. She blushed horribly as they motioned up and down and talked amongst themselves. The group all looked fairly smart, Ember thought it might have been a group of the village’s smartest people to address their problem. She remembered the town's idea of a plug, and she couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed but also excited for its “installation”. The members of the group reached a consensus, it seemed, and motioned a group to come forward. Out came a large wagon, with a completely peeled and sanded tree trunk, just big enough to fit her urethra, it would seem, carried by a number of peasants. Ember grew flushed as she could feel herself sweat. The anticipation was also making her need much more precedent. She tried to avoid covering herself, but curled her toes and clenched her teeth keeping her flood at bay. The wagon had reached its destination, right at the level of her urethral opening. Ember breathed deep and heavy breaths as she tried to maintain her composure. She could tell just by looking at it, that the trunk was still definitely too big to fit, at least conventionally. However, she only just noticed how slick and wet she still was around her crotch. Her pussy was soaking wet with her teasing and self-indulgence and daydreaming, which extended to her urethral opening, serving as a lubricant, making the opening slick and slippery. Some of the men jumped on the wagon, and began pulling and stretching her urethra’s opening. “Mmmmmf!!~” She barely contained a moan and rolled her eyes back in pleasure. Her poor peehole was so sensitive and sore from her endeavors that the human’s tiny hands sent amazing sensations to her brain. They could barely get a grip to pull it open, as it was so well-lubricated. Some other men began to push the end of the trunk into her urethra while the others held it open. It prodded the opening, sending more sensations of pleasure and anticipation within Ember. She gripped her scally thighs as the nipples on her breasts began to harden like boulders. The men began to very slowly push the trunk inside her. Ember was in pure bliss, she felt she was on the verge of cumming violently from all these feelings. She pinched and twisted her right nipple as she clenched her left thigh with intense strength. The more they pushed, the more Ember began to reach the tipping point of releasing her pent up sexual need. She could feel herself getting closer… and closer… and closer… She could feel it, that burning release she had been craving for over a millenia… It was right there… just… a bit… more… But the townsfolk stopped pushing the trunk. It was now solidly in her puffy, quivering urethra, and felt no need to keep pushing. “No! Please! Keep pushing! I’m so close!”. Ember was desperate and enraged that she was so near her release. The pressure to orgasm and to piss the volume of lakes was immense, and the trunk exacerbated both, but now it wasn’t enough to please her. Ember could only sigh in disappointment. But in the meantime, the village revoiced. They felt they were victorious in the threat over their settlement, providing a strong but temporary solution to their problem, to be solved by their future generations. Ember was less certain of the plug’s durability. She felt that if she pushed even a little hard, or made one wrong move, or God forbid: orgasm, it would shoot out as a projectile and drown the village in their prophecy, providing Ember with the intense relief and satisfaction she desperately craved, but was ultimately not worth taking the innocent lives of thousands of humans. She decided to let the humans have their victory. At the very least, she would not have the threat of leaking under normal circumstances. Despite the added assurance, Ember decided not to take any unnecessary risks by standing or walking, with flying now an impossibility. She made herself comfortable in the patch of land she had been sitting in for the past couple days. It had been a few weeks now, and Ember was still holding on tight, with her new lid firmly on the overflowing bottle of her bladder. Her belly extended so far she couldn’t see the top half of her thighs. The pressure of her bladder of many lakes pushed on all aspects of her body immensely. The rainy season’s rains only added to her pressure. On some days a downpour would torrent on Ember. If the torrents happened while she slept, her dreams were filled with the thoughts of those rains adding each and every drop to her ginormous capacity. It could be said with certainty, that Ember held the most any dragon, nay, any thing has ever held before. And Ember loved it. The pressure on her urethra, on her body, on her libido, everywhere pressure could be felt, it was there, and she loved it all. Liquid sloshed inside of her, bouncing her belly back and forth, up and down as she moved every so slightly. Despite her bladder’s condition, she still craved more. During the downpours she would open her jaws to the sky and inhale more and more of the rain’s water, adding perhaps another couple hundred, if not thousands, of gallons of liquid to her gargantuan tank. Not because she was thirsty, but just so she could see just how far she could go. She had been slowly and secretly playing with herself those weeks as well, she was so incredibly sensitive from all the pressure, that just by touching her clit she risked orgasming everywhere and releasing her contents all over the village. She regrettably remained mostly abstinent from her indulgence, but it was truly starting to weigh on her. And she truly, truly, needed to pee. Even as the dragon montra goes, with dragons never needing to pee and all, Ember had to admit to herself that after drinking perhaps an oceans worth of water, it was only a matter of time before she would burst everywhere. The tree trunk that had remained in her urethra for all those weeks was beginning to loosen, the pressure slowly working it out of her. Yet, the townspeople took no notice or care in Ember, despite her plainly obvious condition. They had no understanding, so they remained blissfully unaware of the impending doom they thought they had solved for the time being. Ember put a paw on her belly, it was completely firm. It had no give, and now, no more room to expand. By this point, there was little she could do but try to hold back the inevitable. She clawed at her crotch to try to push the plug far enough into her urethra, to no avail: the pressure slid it back out just after she would push it back in, every time. She breathed heavily, just trying her absolute hardest to remain in control that was slowly slipping from her. But on this Spring afternoon, something felt a bit off to Ember. As a dragoness, she was notably in touch with her surroundings, even in her desperate state. She could feel the ground shake, and it felt as if something was… moving, no, churning inside of the Earth. Suddenly, the churning sensation started to turn to a slight rumble. Uh oh. Ember recognized almost immediately what was going on. She has been on this Earth for many eras and witnessed many of these events. The rumble grew stronger, the people of the village looked around in confused concern. And then, the Earth began to shake. The shaking sensation was much felt by Ember’s bladder, her firm abdomen sloshing back and forth as the ground shook. She clawed her crotch, barely able to reach it around her hugely distended belly. The shaking grew more and more in intensity, people fled to their homes, screaming and panicking. Suddenly, a cracking boom was heard all over the village. It came from the mountain that Ember used to call her den. The mountain was beginning to collapse in on itself! The mountain imploded, as suddenly huge clouds of ash began to erupt out of the side of the mountain. No doubt about it, the large mountain that Ember called her den was actually a dormant volcano! It explains why the mountain’s insides were nice and warm, she thought. The implosion opened a crater inside the mountain, and hot magma began pouring out and flowing quickly towards the village! Ember had seen eruptions before, but this volcano had produced the most magma she had ever seen, it would absolutely drown the village in fiery death no sooner than a minute! Ember knew what she had to do. Perhaps on instinct, perhaps due to her absolutely insanely desperate need, she made up her mind to save the village, once again. But first she had to position herself between the village and the flow. The magma flow was approaching the East side of the village; she was at the North. She would have to stand and move in order to meet it, and fast. As quickly as she could, she began to stand up, her bladder violently protesting ,trying to release several leaks as she moved. She grew light headed from standing up so fast, and moaned at the sensation. She still had her paws firmly in her crotch. She paced over to the East side, her staggered steps ringing thuds that shook the Earth. Her bladder tried to spurt and release its contents at every step. Her bladder had enough, it wanted out. Ember managed to reach the East side of the village perimeter, the flow advancing strongly towards her, the heat of the lava warming her where she stood. Her bladder was pushing with incredible force, Ember’s vision grew fuzzy as she breathed very heavily. The tree trunk that was stuffed into her uterus was slipping out, and splintering from the force it had kept at bay for so long. This is it, Ember knew exactly what she had to do. She fell down on her thick rump, laid back, legs spread, and pushed with all her strength. The tree trunk flew out like a projectile, and the frothing, boiling piss, trapped in her for millennia from before her hibernation, sprayed out in a similar fashion. Ember roared violently at the pleasure and satisfaction she experienced, and immediately dug her paw onto her clit, to which it took only a few strong strokes for her to orgasm the most amazing and violent orgasm she had ever experienced. The piss poured out like the strongest waterfall on Earth, and cooled and hardened the lava, stopping it in its tracks! The piss misted into the air on contact with the magma, so there was no risk of Ember flooding the valley of the village. Ember’s piss and sustained orgasm lasted for hours, all the liquid inside of her taking its time to come out, but still shot out with such incredible force it could carve a canyon into the hardest rock. Ember was in pure bliss. The only thing that could make it better was a giant dragon cock being stuffed inside her as she released, but she could hardly complain. But as the day turned to evening, Ember’s torrential waterfall turned into a river, then to a stream, then to a trickle, then nothing at all. The volcano had similarly emptied its contents, the magma hardened into a unique obsidian that shined a glossy black. Ember felt weak and limp, but was completely, totally satisfied. Her breath was heavy, and she was tired. But eventually, she mustered her strength to look back at the village she had saved. They looked at her, utterly flabbergasted, but erupted into cheers and celebration at their savior, once again. The prophecy came true, somewhat, but the boiling yellow rivers were to save their village, not to destroy it. A celebration bigger than the last was held, with more partying, drinking, and even praying and blessing the dragoness, as to some, she was a goddess. Ember was flattered, but was too exhausted to do much of anything else. The same as before, she was offered expensive wine and the best animals the farms could slaughter for her consumption, which she accepted gracefully. She once again drank a strong amount of alcohol and other beverages, which made its way through her tired kidneys and to her battle-scarred bladder. But she could hardly care, she was so exhausted. She dozed off to sleep as the partying continued into the night. Ember awoke to the whole town bowing and praying to her. As a sign of good fortune, they continued their offerings, but Ember knew she had overstayed her welcome, by some time. She felt much lighter, shedding perhaps her entire body weight in urine. She felt flight come back to her as easy as ever, and her stomach, still bloated as it was recovering, was much, much smaller. Ember bowed back to the village, which gave one last hurrah back to Ember. She beat her wings, and began to take off to the skies, to explore the world once more after her hibernation, seeking the company of other dragons, particularly male ones - despite her pleasure, she wouldn’t feel totally fulfilled without something extra. She flew a thousand miles, before coming across a lake and feeling thirsty, to which she gulped nearly half its volume. Her belly full of liquid, she took to the sky, this weight meaning little to her by now. She flew another couple thousand miles, before reaching a shoreline over a massive ocean. The sight of all that water made Ember start to feel the very first urges of needing to piss, rather unprecedented being so soon after her immense relief. Ember ignored the urge, and continued to fly over the ocean, opting to hold it. The End
  3. I've personally been daydreaming/brainstorming/whatever a continuation of this story. I really enjoyed it, the concept was really interesting! With that being said, I've started writing my own continuation and conclusion to this story for my personal enjoyment, and was thinking that should I finish it, I could post it here if people would like. Obviously, the rights of the story and the characters are that of the author's and should they say they would not like their story amended then I will oblige and keep it to myself. Should I release my interpretation, it would be on another thread, and should the author revisit this story, that would (of course) be the canonical story. If anyone would like to read my version, feel free to let me know, and I'll happily oblige!
  4. Hey all, quick update. I've been brainstorming potential ways to take the story, I've narrowed it down to a solid two. One is just omorashi and smut in pretty much it's purest form, but I fear it will lack substance and continuity later down the line. The other option being more story and lore-dependent, but still just as much lewdness and piss content we all crave. The worry with that is I don't want to bog that content with blocks of text for those who are more... impatient. Not that I'm complaining, sometimes I just need something to get me going and a short story is all I need. I may very well be overthinking this, but my perfectionist-ass wants me to make this story the best it can be :P. I will be making a decision soon, but anyone's free to offer their preference as to what they would like to see! And for those hoping for an addition to the story from this update, I'm sorry to disappoint! I'll get to work as soon as I make up my mind~. -Orion
  5. (Hey all, I was brainstorming and decided that it might be a cool idea to add some tidbits of lore to perhaps make the story more compelling. Although, it can understandably be considered a bit too much "fluff", and some of you would rather get to the good stuff. Please let me know what you think! As a side note, a small piece of backstory contains topics of divorce and manipulation that might be heavy for some, but it's purely anecdotal. If you may be one to upset or discomfort easily to these topics, it will be labeled to be skipped at your discretion. Sorry in advance! Without further ado:) Chapter III: Matt's Car, Saturday, 2:27 PM Ava looked out the passenger side window, trees and homes flying by, as rain pattered the windshield of Matt's car. She gripped a bottle of water tightly in one hand, and her crotch even tighter in the other. She jiggled her legs as her bulge pressed against the restricting seatbelt on her lap, which had been already compounded with some yoga leggings -commando, of course- who's waistband wasn't forgiving her any breathing room. She turned to Matt in the driver's seat. "When are we going to get there?... I'm getting kinda antsy..." Ava squirmed in her seat. Matt donned a stern look. "Drink." He said with authority. Ava submitted to him, and sheepishly nodded upon his request, and drank a large gulp from her 500mL water bottle, which was getting close to empty, being full when the car ride started nearly an hour and a half ago. "I told you to stop asking me when we're there or I'll make you drink, hun." Matt's said with a lighter tone and facial expression. "I-I'm sorry..." Ava said submissively. "It's just that sitting for so long makes me antsy, that's all." "Well, would you rather walk here then?" Matt replied in a joking tone. "Hmpf... N-no, I guess not." Ava pouted. "We're almost there soon hun, just a bit longer." Matt finally admitted. Ava peeked down at Matt's abdomen. Like before, it was not bulging or stretching, but she could imagine how hard it feels now than when she felt it a few hours ago. Thinking back on it, he didn't even flinch or react to her pressing and prodding, and now at the wheel, his legs were spread wide and comfortable on the pedals. She was fascinated, but also quite jealous. Matt had claimed he was holding for more than three days, which seemed impossible to a person who is an impossible holder to a regular bladdered-person. Ava prided herself on her bladder's resilience as well as her capacity, she never met a potential match to her bladder, not anyone came close to her bladder's strength. But now it appeared she finally found a match, and it totally blew her out of the water. She could barely make it two days, and now Matt was strutting his indestructible bladder with an extra day on it. No, Ava was determined. If she had this genetic mutation, or whatever it happened to be, she would out-hold circles around Matt. In her mind, the contest was on. "Ah, here it is." The car pulled up to a gate covered with ivy and weeds. The brick wall supporting it looks aged and worn, with similar ivies and growths creeping up it. Matt rolled down the window, and Ava saw he pulled up to a sort of ID scanner. Matt scanned a card, and the gate opened with a creak. With the window open, she could hear the gentle but prominent sounds of the light rain; it certainly was not a pleasant sound to her bladder. She gripped her crotch through her leggings with added strength. She could also smell saltwater. The place was near the ocean, and quite far from her apartment. The car pulled through the gates and they closed behind them. Out the windshield, Ava could see the large mansion at the end of a long driveway. The place was much like it's perimeter: aged, worm, and beginning its reclamation by the elements. The house certainly wasn't dilapidated: the windows were not broken and no major damage looked to be apparent. Matt pulled the car up to the entrance and got out, with Ava in suit. The sudden movement climbing out of the car and the exposure to the drizzle disrupted the tank of hot urine, it sloshed and bulged as Ava doubled down on her grip. She moaned, bent forward and squeezed her legs as she slowly proceeded to get out. With her composure regained, she marveled at the place again. It loomed over Ava with it's three story height and brick structure. "You coming Ava?" Matt called. "Y-yes!" Is this where Matt lived? Something about this seemed a bit mysterious, but Matt exuded trust and confidence, and Ava just really wanted to be with him. She followed him up some stairs, which took Ava a lot of labor with her massive payload, but Matt patiently waited at the top for her; the stairs were no trouble at all for him. Once at the top, Matt opened the front doors to the Atrium. The place was elegant, regal, even. But everything from the furniture to the floor and fixtures, was covered by some degree of dust. It was quite clear no one had lived in here for quite some time, especially not Matt. He flicked a light switch, to which the lights in the building stuttered but quickly illuminated. "Come on, what we need is upstairs." Matt said as he started climbing up the grand atrium staircase. Not to be outdone like last time, Ava took a deep breath and invigorated herself with competitiveness. She kept pace with Matt's comfortable gait up the stairs. No holding, no legs pressed, and beyond her limits, her bladder screamed, her urethra begged as her sheer willpower kept it's opening closed and tight. She quietly winced behind Matt's back, as she could feel her face heat up and her back sweat. The pressure was immense, her bladder's contents sloshed as she took every step, but she remained resolute. The two finally reached the top of the steps, and Ava subtly, barely, exhaled. She had been holding her breath for what seemed like hours, for she felt if she let go of that breath, it would lead to very wet leggings and stairs. How she would reach Matt, let alone 3 days, was beyond her. But Avalynn was never one to give up on something, even if it wasn't out of her reach. Her competitive side was relentless and unwavering. How unwavering, was yet to be seen. //TW start She regained her composure, and finally took the time to ask Matt something she had wondered since they left. "S-so, uh, what are we doing here?..." "This was my dad's old place." "Oh, is he here?" Ava was a bit nervous to be so desperate around an older man. Matt scoffed. "Nah, he's dead. And none too soon. He was not a good father and not a stand up person, either." "Oh, why's that?" Matt turned and entered a room, which looked like a large study. A desk sat with papers and files strewn about, covered in dust. Large bookshelves were adorned with equal parts reading material and dust. "My father was a geneticist. A very good one. His research and studies were well received and revered, and he helped make many advancements, even though he was never recognized much for it." Matt looked through filing cabinets full of various documents. "But, one day, he was disgraced. Apparently he took a large payoff to manipulate the findings of the research, and was terminated and blacklisted from every research institution in the Western world." "That's terrible..." Ava replied with a squirm and a hand on her protruding bulge. Oh, she needed to pee... bad... but she also wanted to listen. "Yep. He always played fast and loose with ethics and regulations, but now it cost him his career. He started doing some underground, black market type shit." "S-so, what does this have to do with what you're doing?..." Ava leaned on the desk to try to get some pressure off her swollen bladder. "I was getting to that. He got a really profitable offer. A company offered an opportunity for research. They revealed a potential gene for superhuman strength and resistance to strain and stress. Supposedly, they wanted to find away to create humans that are more resilient and stronger, and turn them into soldiers for hire." Ava looked at him stunned. "W-wow. Did it work?" "Not really." Matt scoffed as he sifted through more documents. "He wooed a woman with his earnings from his illicit trade, then impregnated her without her knowledge with his sperm cells modified with the gene, and thinking he loved her and planned to marry her, my mother raised and gave birth to me. Upon seeing his experiment failed, in his anger, he tossed me and my mother out, and we lived on our own." "W-wait, wait, wait." Ava stammered. "YOU were the experiment?!?" Matt laughed. "I made that pretty clear, I thought." Ava pouted in response as she shifted her weight back and forth. "Yes. My mother was heartbroken as she was heartbroken, and didn't even notice his true intentions. She never knew she was a test subject and I was a failed test result. My father was eventually arrested after he was raided by the FBI, and he died in prison. //TW end "I see... but I still don't get what that has to do with what we're doing here..." Ava said. "Right. It turns out that gene does have an effect, oddly enough, on the strength and tolerance of a bladder. It wasn't until I was a teenager that I found out about any of this from my mother who was able to connect the dots. My bladder's strength always exceeded that of my peers by a mile, and recently I decided that repurposing this gene could advance medical and genetic science in other ways. That's why I need more subjects that potentially has the gene to confirm this, which is where you come in." "I get it now. It sounds like a noble cause." Ava said, the story was enough of a distraction that her bladder down by a bit, but only a little. Her legs were still stiffly pressed together and her leggings waistband was stretched. "Ah, here it is." Matt pulled out a large binder. It was written "Operation Juggernaut", with a big "CLASSIFIED" stamp on it. "I'm surprised they didn't seize this during the raid. We got what we need, let's get out of here, this place gives me the creeps." "Y-yeah, I agree..." Ava stammered. She got up from leaning on the desk, and her bladder's weight shifted, and she was unable to suppress a moan from the pressure. "Ohhhh~" "You ok?... Oh, let me guess, you have to pee." Matt questioned. "...Badly." Ava replied with her hands on her abdomen. Matt turned to her. "Let me feel." Ava blushed. The moment felt intimate, but also embarrassing for her. She felt like she was being submissive to a dom with a much stronger bladder than her, despite her own strength. She exposed her belly to Matt. Matt slowly and sensually rubbed Ava's bladder, as she winced from even the slightest pressure on her overexerted bulge, which expanded several inches from her abdomen at this point. "S-stooooooop..." Ava said meekishly. Matt put a sly look on his face. "What if I do... this?~" He pressed his palm with force on her bulge. "AH!~" Ava squealed. She felt the pressure of liquid try to force it's way down her urethra, but her resolve, thankfully, made her stay dry. Matt stood up after torturing her. "I-I thought you wanted me to hold as long as possible!" Ava pouted. "I do, but it's fun to tease you. You're so cute when you squirm and squeal.~" Ava blushed harder this time, and pouted. "Come on. You can stay at my place while we wait for you to finally reach your limit." As much as she wanted to spend time with Matt, she felt she couldn't accept. "O-oh, that's ok, I'll be fine. Plus, I have work on Monday..." she said looking away, implying she could hold it an extra day until Monday. "Oh, Ava, trust me. You're going to want to stay at my place." To be continued.
  6. (Thanks everyone for your support! And in case anyone is wondering, any characters used here are pretty much public domain, anyone can use them for their own fiction, art, whatever you'd like! I'd appreciate some credit if you do end up using it though. Anyway, enjoy the read!) Chapter II: ???, ???, ??? Ava stirred from her sleep and begun to wake. Except, she wasn't in her bed. She was cuffed to chains in a pitch black room, with nothing but a spotlight shining upon her completely nude body. Her chains held her arms high above her head and her legs spread wide. She couldn't see anything or anybody around her, and she couldn't move. "Hello?... Is anyone out there?..." Ava called out, to no reply. Then, her bladder immediately and suddenly made it's intentions clear. It pulsed with need, now well into two days of holding. It bulged strongly from her belly with boiling hot liquid. Ava couldn't believe her predicament. How did she get here? What's going on? Is she in danger? Her bladder began its quest for relief, but she couldn't hold her crotch, cross her legs, or do anything to alleviate her desire to piss. It was only a matter of time before her contents of urine would expel themselves into a puddle on the floor. Suddenly, as if on cue, her bladder began to feel a strange sensation in her bladder. It felt... fuller. And getting fuller. She looked down and could literally see her bulge grow... and grow... and grow more. "Ohhhhh!...~" Ava shivered and squirmed as she tried to hold back the flood of piss. She looked pregnant with piss, her belly extending out by nearly a foot beyond her normal self! She looked to be carrying gallons and gallons of piss inside her bladder that had well passed her limit. She felt such immense pressure on her urethra, trying to force its way out and onto the floor. Ava decided enough was enough. She had to go, she couldn't wait any longer. She tried to relax her pelvic muscles but... It just wouldn't come out. Ava was finally on her bladder's side, they were allies in this fight, but something was mysteriously stopping her, plugging her at her urethra. She pushed and pushed, but all she could feel was more and more pressure. It was intense, beyond intense. She felt light headed and sweat fiercely from all the exertion, but it was seemingly no use. All she could feel was the gradual growing of the pressure in her bladder. But, it then soon seemed to taper off. Ava gave deep breaths as she tried to maintain her composure. Her nude body was drenched in sweat and her body was under the most pressure she had ever experienced in her life. Her belly swollen with so much hot piss that any poor toilet would overflow. "W-wow..." She marveled at herself with amazement, setting aside her panic to look at herself. She couldn't even see her toes when she looked down, her bloated belly stuck so far out. Ava felt like she should be panicking, asking questions, or doing anything to get out of her position, but it didn't really feel... real. Like there was not any threat or ramifications to what was going on, despite appearing completely helpless in a situation that seemed impossible for her bladder's taste. But, after the reprieve, she could feel her pelvic muscles relax. Ava could feel the faucet being turned on, she could feel the stream take the short trip through her urine-battered urethra, and through to the outside world. She rolled her head back with her tongue out. "Oh my god... T-this is going to be the b-best piss ever..." She barely muttered in anticipation of the amazing, universe-starting sense of satisfaction she was about to feel... But then she woke up. She jumped up like one of those dreams where you fall, it shocked her so bad that the urine that was flowing through her urethra, which was the real part of her dream, it seemed, immediately retracted back into her bladder, leaking only a few drops that landed on the sheets she slept on. Her urethra burned in desperation, and if her bladder could talk, it would be screaming expletives that would cancel it on any TV network. Ava recoiled and dug her hands into her crotch trying to hold back the flood from ruining her sheets. It took the better part of a minute for Ava to regain her composure. The added forces of two days of holding, intense sex, just waking up, and the more-than-normal intake of liquids by her standards, plus that odd dream. She certainly never dreamt anything like that before, it was so vivid. She could feel the immense pressure and liquid inside her, but supposedly it was never there. She looked at herself again. Her belly was definitely stout and present with it's bulge as it made itself known and felt. She had to concede. Even knowing that her bladder's restlessness was from factors that would pass and their effects would slowly drift, she was in a position where she no longer felt in control of herself. She got up out of her bed, hand in crotch, and hurriedly waddled to the bathroom spawning off of her bedroom. As she reached for the bathroom door, it came flying at her. It was yet another shock that caught her off guard as she stumbled backward and feel on her ass. Luckily her floor was carpet, and her ass was soft. Matt stood in the doorway of the bathroom, clad in only some underwear, towering over her. "Oh shit, sorry Ava, I didn't see you there!" In all the commotion regarding her bladder, Ava completely forgot Matt had nearly split her in half the night before and slept in her bed. "O-oh, hey Matt! I didn't realize you were still here!" She fidgeted on the carpeted floor. Matt lent out a hand to lift Ava up, which she took. "Yeah, it was pretty wild last night, but I really enjoyed our time last night.~" Matt said alluringly. "Y-yeah, we should do this again sometime...~" Ava responded with the same essence of sensuality, as she squirmed with her hand in her crotch. "U-um, could you maybe..." She gestured him to move out of the way. "I-I really need to pee..." she hopped on her toes as she danced in place a bit, knowing her relief is so near. Matt suddenly put on a rather stern face. "There's something I want to talk to you about that." Ava looked at him puzzingily. "C-can it wait until after I pee? I-I've been holding it for a really long time." "How long?" Ava got a bit shy, she never really was asked how long she could hold. She felt on the spot, but it wasn't much use to underplay or exaggerate how long she had been holding. "U-umm, probably more than two days now... Yeah I know it seems like a really long time, but I'm telling the truth!" Ava whined as she jiggled up and down, her naked breasts bobbing along with her. "I thought so." "Huh? Y-you think what?" "We might have more in common than you realize." Ava looked at him in complete confusion. What the hell is he talking about? Can't she just piss her heart out already?!? Matt acknowledged her confusion and motioned her over. "Feel my abdomen." He gestured. "Um... o-okay." Ava hobbled over. She felt his belly where his bladder was, below his moderately toned abs. It was warm, and very, very hard. Harder than the hardest concrete. This wasn't just flexing muscle, this was a bladder harder than titanium. "W-what on Earth?..." Ava pondered. "How is your abdomen so hard?!?" Matt took Ava by the shoulder, closed the door to the bathroom, and sat her down on the bed as he sat along side her. "I was born with a very rare genetic mutation that allows my bladder capacity to be much larger than any normal human is capable of. I've been holding for nearly 3 days now and hardly feel anything. I feel full, but I am hardly ever desperate." Ava looked at him in astonishment. It was nearly impossible to believe, but her analysis of his bladder hardness confirmed his story in her eyes. "Then... why doesn't it bulge out that much?..." "It does after a while, but not by much. My bladder specializes in strength in its walls and my pelvic and urethral muscles, as well as my nervous systems tolerance to any signals my bladder sends out. All in all, this means that the urine in my bladder is densely packed and makes my bladder as hard as stone." It was a lot for Ava to follow, but she was a bright girl, she followed it well enough. "O-okay..." She shifted and crossed her legs. "So... why tell me any of this and why did you stop me from using the bathroom." "...Well. I think you might have the same mutation I have." Ava was a bit taken aback. "Me? What makes you think that?!" "...That." Matt pointed to her crotch. The bladder balloon in her lap was huge. It would take someone with absolutely no perception to not notice the giant bulge in her gut, symbolizing her bladder's capacity and strength. "...Ah. I see." Ava looked a bit worried. "There's nothing to be afraid about." Matt reassured. "There are no adverse health effects to this kind of anomaly, it seems all beneficial... Which is why I pursued researching it to see if it can be replicated and transmitted, so that we can pass on this trait to other people!" Matt looked at her with excitement. "O-okay..." Ava replied. "But what does this have to do with me?" "Good question. You see, I've done more than a fair share of analyses on my own bladder strength and my genes, and I got good results, but I need more data, which means I need to find more people with these gene, which is where you come in... Could you please help me with my research?... I'd more than pay for your time." Ava did a few trials from medical students and the like in college to gather some extra money, but the promise of spending more time with Matt is what really drove her to him. "Yes! I'd be more than happy to! It seems very exciting!" Ava bounced up and down, disrupting her poor bladder, but by now the need had relaxed having been distracted and fully woken up to be in control over herself. Matt smiled, "I'm so glad, but before absolutely anything, we have to confirm that you have the specific gene in question." "Oh, that doesn't seem so bad, so like a DNA test, right?" Ava asked as she squirmed on her bed. Matt looked down in disappointment. "I wish it were that easy... No, it's a bit more complicated." "Oh, then what do I need to do?..." Matt looked up and deep into Ava's blue eyes. "You need to hold to your absolute limit." To be continued.
  7. (Hey all, this is a story I've been brainstorming for quite some time. I hope to take this one to a good length and that you'll all enjoy this little personal project! That being said, some details should be given about this story to gauge your interest as a reader. This story contains excessive, unrealistic, and near or plainly impossible bladder holding and body standards often referred to as "hyper". The story is merely an exaggeration of real life, and should be treated as nothing more than a fun story. This story also has rather intense scenes of male and female lust and sex, including full bladder sex. If the idea of sex and sexual themes, beit inside or outside the context of omorashi, make you uncomfortable, this story is probably not for you. Feedback is always appreciated. Ideas for the story and constructive criticism is always appreciated! Without further ado, please enjoy the story! -OrionsBelt) Chapter I: Local Bar, Saturday, 1:48AM Avalynn emptied her third and final drink of the night as she sat at the bar. She could start to feel herself feel the effects of it's alcohol content. The cocktails are by no means weak, but she had a rather strong tolerance built from her college days. She sighed in disappointment. It's been another day without a man to take home to fulfill her primitive needs. She even got all dressed up for it. She was by all means an attractive woman: she was on the short side, but her chest, rump, thighs, and hips were plump enough to show off, which she did with a black mini-skirt and a low cut blouse to accentuate her busty cleavage. She even went the extra mile to wear a pretty skimpy thong to please anybody lucky enough to get a peek. She twirled her brown wavy bangs, and looked around the room one last time. It was late on a Friday night, it seemed everyone in the bar was minding their own business, partying and celebrating the end of the week and the start of the weekend. No one seemed interested in hooking up, despite a few looks of speculation at her eye candy. Closing time was soon, the bar was pretty much empty by now, but something else was not. A lurch from her bladder forced her attention. She wasn't necessarily thin: she had a bit of chub on her belly, but her bladder created a noticeable bump in her abdomen beyond that, that stretches the waistband of her mini skirt. It was about time, Ava thought to herself. She had been holding for a day and a half, and only now did her bladder start to give a strong response. One and a half days of holding back her urine would seem beyond realistic to exceeding impossible, but it was fairly normal for Avalynn. Despite her rather small frame, she was blessed with a bladder that could stretch and contort better than any contortionist. She could easily hold for days, but just as anyone else, she had a limit, even if that limit was bewilderingly high for anyone of a "normal bladder", as Ava would often put it. Yes, she found a sense of pride in her unique ability, she scoffed at the idea of using a bathroom that wasn't her own, and she would often tease her friends in college about how badly they needed to pee all the time. Ah, she missed those days. Nevertheless, her bladder desired her attention, although, knowing herself, she knows she could hold on for a fair bit longer, perhaps until the morning and then some, making it well into two days of holding. Her best was roughly three and a half days of torturous holding, after she made it a personal challenge to not relieve herself on a camping trip with her family 5 years ago when she was 18. That was certainly tough, especially with the heat causing her to drink plenty to stay hydrated. She recollected on her hold of the past day and a half. She woke up on Thursday with a very strong urge to piss having held for another two days beforehand. She decided to relieve herself upon getting out of bed, doing so over the course of several minutes. This was just another natural occurrence for her: her bladders extreme elasticity and strength allowed liters upon liters of liquid to flow through her like a hot knife through butter. Her "metabolism" for liquid is seemingly very strong, as it seems everything that goes in is quickly transformed into a near equal amount of urine in her bladder. Not to worry, she still receives some good hydration and nutrients from anything she drinks, no matter how much of it is filtered through to her capacious tank in her abdomen. The rest of her Thursday went as to be expected for a work day. Avalynn works at a design firm as a promising designer herself, but is still stuck with mostly busywork given her lack of experience, having just finished her degree the Spring semester last year. The AC in the old building was having some issues, so Ava spent her workday drinking plenty of water and iced tea on the warm Spring day. It wasn't too bad for her, but she felt for the guys wearing long pants today; she was only mildly warm in her professional but short skirt and blouse. Work otherwise went smoothly, she went home, ate dinner, browsed the internet, and went to sleep... Just a normal day for Ava. Except... There was another aspect of Avalynn that is more than meets the eye other than her gargantuan bladder capacity. Ava had a fantastic and relentless libido. Yes, it seemed ever since her teen years she was as easy to bring to heat as an egg in a spitting hot pan. She would often bring several pairs of panties to work or out on the town just in case she drenched the ones she was currently wearing. In fact, it was mostly the reason she wore what was basically a thong tonight; it was less likely to chaff her legs as it got wet with her juices. And that night, just as any night, morning, day, or afternoon, her panties were sopping wet with her lust. Oh, how badly she wanted to hook up tonight, and feel a deep hard cock feeling up her insides... Errr, excuse me... Any given day, right after she wakes up, right after she gets home from work, and right before she goes to bed, she needs a way to relieve herself of her lust. Sometimes if she has time, she'll even try to squeeze a session to relieve herself before she leaves for work, and during or after dinner. On some desperate occasions she even did it in the company restroom. - Not relieving herself of any burden of her bladder, of course. Unfortunately for poor Ava, she could never feel truly satisfied from her attempts at relief even with toys and the best "self-help" books and materials, she craved something big and warm inside her. - Besides her bladder. Anyway, Friday. Wake up, go to town on herself, and go to work. This Friday was especially fortunate, as the office had landed a big long-term client, and the office was in celebration. Plenty of drinks, food, and good times were had. Ava in particular succumbed to the seduction of her favorite drinks of lemonade and Cola, drinking what seemed to be liters and liters of the sweet drinks, along with the coffee and water she would normally drink. By this point Ava's bladder, having held on for more than a day, was rather needy in its requests to excuse itself. Ava enjoyed the feeling of a slowly filling bladder, knowing at some point she would be able to spill all of its contents for minutes on end, providing her with the best satisfaction she could feel without the aid of some male organs. Mmm... It sure would feel good though... After drinking her weight in sugar drinks and water, Ava's other needs called to her at the end of the work day. She decided "What the hell?" and go out looking for someone to hook up with, something she hasn't done since her early college days. She hasn't had the best of luck with them in the past, but her attempts at relieving her libido continued to grow more and more tiresome and less satisfying, so she had to mix it up a bit. And here she was, after spending the good part of 6 hours trying to look cute and sexy to the patrons of the bar, she turned up empty handed. "Damnit..." She squeezed her legs together as her needy pussy dripped in lust. Her panties were soaked, and it was her last pair after changing out of two previous pairs. Having going into the bathroom to switch out her undergarments, her bladder quietly pleaded at the sight of the toilet, but Ava barely acknowledged it as her desire for her other need outweighed it, but it seems to be shifting by this point. "Sighhhhhh..." Ava never felt quite so needy and alone in her life. Sure, all she wanted was a hook-up, but she wished she had her college friends back, or even just someone with something in common to chat with, perferably a guy with a good package... And chiseled abs... And could bench press a bear... And had a scruffy beard... and had a 12 inch- "Excuse me? Miss...?" Ava snapped back to reality, her sad, horny, lonely reality. "Oh? Huh?" The bartender looked at her with a polite smile. "You seemed to be dosing off or lost in your thoughts. I hate to interrupt but we're asking patrons of the bar to begin to exit, if you please." "Oh, uh, sure. Sorry... What do I owe?..." She looks up at the bartender. Except, it wasn't the one that was serving her drinks before. The one that did was shorter, and didn't speak a word, only nodding at the request of more drinks and small talk, with not interest in her. Perhaps he was a mute, which should've been her first clue this one was different. She had a few drinks, cut her some slack. She looked up at the new bartender. His face was grizzled with light brown facial hair with flowing brown hair the barely covered his right eye of blue hue. His smile and face oozed charisma and charm, and his frame, its like she had to crick her neck as she looked up at him. Six foot, two inches at the very least, which towered over her modest height of five foot four. His shirt was tight and showed he had some muscle, not a bodybuilder, but he definitely worked out, maybe enough to even lift her off her feet. Her attraction to him was swift and forceful, her lady parts being sent into overdrive as it burned with passion and need. She could be turned on by a variety of people, but... but... She needed him. "Hey, you're not the same bartender as before.~" She said with a slightly flirtatious tone. "Yep. I'm the closing 'tender. I make sure everyone gets their last drinks in before getting out. And those too stubborn or drunk to leave, I make them leave." He said in a joking-but-serious way. Ava laughed with him. "Well, I promise I won't give you any trouble. What's your name?" She asked as she played with her hair a bit. "Matthew. And you're Avalynn, right?" Ava was a bit taken aback he already knew her name. "What, are you a psychic or something? How did you know my name?" she questioned playfully. "...Your name is on the bill, silly." Urp. Uh, a little awkward, but Ava persisted. "Yeah, I suppose I am, hehe. I guess I had a little too much to drink... And stayed out later than I thought." "That's alright Ms. Avalynn. If you're not comfortable, we can order a cab for you to get home in." "No! I want to talk to you! Please! Come home with me! Take me! Breed me!!!" her lustful brain thought to herself. Ava could hardly repress her urges at this point. Even if the conversation was a bit awkward, she needed him more than she needed air to breath. "I'm... not really comfortable taking a cab. Do you... think I can stay here at the bar for a while, Matthew...?" She looked at him with puppy-dog eyes that always seemed to work on her parents. Matthew conceded. "I suppose you can stay until after I close, and call me Matt, Ms. Avalynn." "Oh, thank you Matt! And, you can just call me Ava, ok?~" Ava said with a bit of seduction in her voice as she presented her bosom on the bar, which in turn contorted her expanding bladder. "Ava, I like that name. I'm gonna get some of these stragglers out of here, then we can chat some more, ok?" And so time quickly passed to 3:30 AM, one and a half hours after close. Ava and Matt certainly hit it off, as they found more and more in common: music tastes, video games, books and movies, and even shared the same soda preferences. All the while Ava was subtly flirting with him and revealing a little more of herself to him, which he started to reciprocate by being seductive back. "Ok. Its time to reel him in." Ava thought to herself. "Hey Matt,~ I know its late and we just met, but... do you think you can take me back to my apartment...? You can come inside if you'd like, I'll make some coffee, my treat~" Ava laid her cards on the table, all that was left was to see Matt's hand. He took the hint. "Sure thing Ava, I'd love to bring you home safe and sound. Lets get going." Ava began to sat up from her stool, a bit too fast in her excitement. Her bladder sloshed and ached as she stood, it took a conscious effort to hold her dam shut after being inactive for a while. "A-ah~" She winced in pain as she struggled to compose herself. "You okay Ava?" Matt asked sincerely. "Y-yeah. Just had a bit too much to drink is all, I really gotta pee. I can wait till I'm home though." "By all means, then lets hurry to your place." Matt stepped from behind the counter, and it was the first time Ava saw his lower half... And could plainly see a bulge in his pants that snaked down his pant leg a bit. This couldn't have gotten Ava any more excited as she was practically dripping with enthusiasm from her pussy. All she had to do was play along, and she was sure she could score a winner. And so she did. It was a short drive to her place but it took an even shorter amount of time for the two to get busy once they were in her apartment. Ava liked her men "big", and Matt was no exception. His penis, amazingly, was ten inches long. That bulge she saw? Only half-mast. As Matt penetrated her over and over again on her bed she felt she would split in half, but her excess pussy juices made his dick of such length and girth slide almost effortlessly in and out of her. Along with that, his cock pushed on her already swollen bladder, stretching it and contorting it to the point that her abdomen bulged a few inches from the rest of her body. And that's not all. When Matt came, his load was excessive. It filled her womb with his hot seed and made her belly bulge almost another half inch. She finally reached what she desired after so long. Being full of a deep, long cock, with a uterus full of hot cum. She felt full, and satisfied. The intense sex and orgasm after orgasm persisted long into the night, only when the light of dawn broke were the two lovers in heat able to be exhausted to the point of drifting off to sleep in Ava's bed. Ava could finally say she was satisfied of her burden, and she dozed off. But her bladder could not say the same, and it would not for quite some time. To be continued.
  8. "I'll be honest," Cassidy said, "that was kinda boring. I mean, it was fun with you guys, but I want to get my blood pumping!" Liam nodded enthusiastically in agreement. Nicole pouted with an anxious look in her eye. "Liammmm... You know I don't do well with those thrill rides..." Liam rolled his eyes. "C'mon, don't be such a wuss, we can't just go on kiddie rides the entire time we're here." Nicole furrowed her brow. "They're not kiddie rides! Ugh, fine! Just don't choose something too intense." The exit of the Ferris Wheel was near the entrance to a Twister, or Scrambler, a ride with 3 rotating arms with 3 sets of seats rotating independently on each arm. It doesn't look very intimidating, but fast ones can really throw you off to the side. "Nicole, how about this ride, there's like no line." Cassidy suggested. Nicole seemed content with the look of the ride, not knowing the forces the ride can produce. "Sure, that looks like fun." "Ooo, I think you're gonna like this on Nic." Liam knew what Cassidy was planning, and he wanted to mess with Nicole himself. He shot Cassidy a wink of approval. Cassidy looked down, her face being flushed with heat. That was pretty hot. The group got into line and soon after began to take their seats on the ride, the line was that short. Cassidy placed her curvy butt on the hard plastic seat, and immediately her already needy bladder began to send more urgent signals to her brain. She pressed her legs together and clenched her teeth. She still felt well in control but her bladder was beginning to get quite irritated. She, as casually as she could, placed a hand in her crotch and gave a quick squeeze to maintain her composure. Liam sat down next to Cassidy on the outside. "You ready?" he said. "You bet!" Liam pulled down the lap bar of the seat that was shared between the two. Cassidy was considerably thicker than Liam, who was rather skinny. In order to be safe, he pulled the lap bar to his appropriate position, but the position squeezed and applied ungodly amounts of pressure to Cassidy's bladder, it felt like a water baloon being squished, about to burst. "Ooooooooooooh~" She couldn't help but moan slightly from the pressure, both in pain and satisfaction. "You okay?" Liam said with a concerned look. Cass snapped out of it. "Y-yeah yeah!" It's just a little tight, is all." And with that the ride operator checked the restraint, nice and secure, and off they went. The Scrambler started out slow, and Cassidy was about to be dissappointed. But the speed of the arms began to grow faster... And faster... And faster... With each increment of speed Cassidy could feel her body, and most notably her tank of urine, being pulled to the back and swung to the left, her body leaned on Liam's as the G-forces swung them both to the outside of the seat. Cassidy was seriously worried that she would lose control, but as the ride hit top speed, she felt an extraordinary feeling. The ride swung her bladder so far to the left its like all the liquid was sloshing around there, away from her urethra. Still, the pressure was immense, and amazing, but she didn't feel the need to keep her urethra locked shut, as there was simply no pressure there now! She was also all over Liam, who was caught up in the ride, hands in the air and all. Cassidy felt in bliss. A rock hard bladder pressing down on her g-spot and internal organs but not having to worry about wetting herself was a dream scenario! She raised her hands in the air and got caught up in the ride herself, thoroughly enjoying it. "Woooooooooooooooooooo!" The ride went around and around, and the pair of Liam and Cass were fully caught up in it. But, Cassidy lost her balance as the seat sharply turned again, but was able to catch herself by balancing her hand on Liam's lap. "Ow!" Liam recoiled. Fearing he hurt him, she recoiled as well, just as the ride was beginning to slow down. "Are you ok?!?" Cass asked with geniune concern. Liam looked a mix between slight pain and flustered. "Yeah I-I'm okay, you just hit a pressure spot..." "I'm so sorry!" Cassidy apologized as the ride began to slow down. Her bladder's contents began to slosh back to a natural position, reapplying its pressure on her urethra. Cassidy squeezed her thighs together from the pressure. Her yoga pants visibly distended as her fluids sloshed around as it settled. "It's fine Cass! It was an accident! You're okay. That was a fun ride!" Liam chuckled. The ride at that point came to a stop, and the restraints were lifted. Cassidy needed a second to compose herself before getting up again, but Liam got up immediately. He held his crotch with as much discreetness as possible, but Cassidy noticed, and it looked to be the source of his pain. She thought to herself. She thought she put her hand on his lap, but she rested it, or palmed it, more likely, on something more stiff. Not something like a bone, more like a flexed muscle, but Liam wasn't flexing his... Cass's eyes grew wide. She didn't touch his... did she? No... but? Maybe... Her face grew red and warm. Cassidy never actually touched a penis, let alone had sex, she wanted to save herself for the right man (or woman), but didn't want to wait until marriage, just until she was sure of her partner. As lewd as Cassidy was, a romantic relationship was a little intimidating, but she hopes sooner or later she would get the chance... Maybe with Liam... he seems so nice. Cassidy quit daydreaming and got off the ride, with some struggle as her bladder once again contested it. She went through the ride exit. She found Liam and Jenny huddled around a park bench over a dazed Nicole. "Jesus, Nic, you really have a weak stomach." "Ughhhhhh... please... no more..." "You want to go home?!?" Cassidy said shocked. "No... Urp~ I just... don't wanna do any more of these rides." Jenny looked up at Liam and Cass. "Look, I know you guys love these thrill rides and stuff. I don't really care for that sort of thing either, so how about we split up and we meet back at that Diner for lunch in a couple hours?" "Are you sure Jen?" Cass asked. "Yeah, I only really wanna go to the arcade anyway. That cool with you Nicole?" "Ughhhhhh... as long as there's a place to sit..." -------------------------------------------------- The group decided to meet up at the diner at the middle of the park at 1:00 PM for lunch, and Cassidy and Liam were on their own. "That was a smart move to get us to split up, I hate when my sister slows down a good trip." Liam said. "Well, that wasn't my intention, but hey, you have a point!" Cass responded with a laugh. The laugh didn't sit well with her bladder, but she was able to manage without showing any sign of discomfort. The pressure was immense however. She took a big swig of her Coke. Liam chuckled back. "Well, anyway, there's a few roller coasters around here, you think you're ready for one now?" Liam was right, this side of the park was rife with coaster options. Hmmmm... What ride should Cass and Liam go on next? 1. The Rattlesnack (a shaky, fast, and loud wooden coaster) 2. NO2 (a smooth, very fast steel coaster with big hills leading to High Positive and Negative G-Forces) 3. Discombobulator (a tight inverted steel coaster with lots of loops and twists) 4. Maybe stick with the thrill rides 5. Something else Rollercoaster Vocab lesson! Positive G-Force: The feeling of being pushed into your seat, usually at the bottom of a drop on a roller coaster. Negative G-Force: The "jump out of your seat" feeling, usually when taking the top of the hill with a lot of speed, being pushed into the lapbar or other restraint. Lateral G-Force: Forces from the side, provides the shaky, sometimes headbanging feel. Higher G-Forces have more force on the passenger (obviously).
  9. Hey all, sorry for the VERY long hiatus. College started back up and is kicking my ass six ways from Sunday. Unfortunately updates will be slow, but I hope to have a little more substance when I do find the time to write! Now where were we... It looks like Cass will have some soda and hang out with the gang on some of the gentler rides, your requests are my inspiration! ----------------------------------- "Let's go on the ferris wheel, I want to get a good view of the park from above!" Cassidy exclaimed. Nicole eyed Liam with a smug look, the look of a winner over her brother. Liam seemed empathetic. "Alright, I suppose we should warm up a little bit before we burst with adrenaline." Burst... Cassidy mentally noted, as her bladder protested the use of the word slightly. "C'mon, lets go get our drinks!" Liam said with some conviction. The group head to a stand where they received their complimentary drinks, with unlimited refills for the rest of the day. The cup was sizable, 32 ounces and themed to the amusement park, filled to the brim with Coca-Cola. Cassidy took a hearty sip, the fizz of the soda stimulating her taste buds with refreshing cola taste. "Ahhhhhh..." Cass sighed in satisfaction. The group had all gotten their drinks, Nicole got lemonade, Jenny got iced tea, and Liam got water, citing he doesn't like sugary drinks too early in the day. The group took the short walk to the Ferris Wheel. Nicole gawked at the size of it, it was difficult to describe it's height, other than... tall. Very tall. Luckily, the line was as short as the ride was tall, and the group was in a ferris wheel car before long. The car moved abruptly, forcing Cassidy's bladder uncomfortably into the hard seat, but was able to maintain her composure. The group engaged in some chit-chat as the car began to rise to the top of the wheel. Liam looked down from the car. "I wonder if anyone has peed off a ferris wheel." The girls stared at him, that was certainly a weird thing to say. But, to be fair, it was an interesting question. Cassidy thought to herself that it would definetely be fun thing to try, if there was no one around to see it, obviously. "Liam, you're so weird!" Nicole exclaimed. "Who thinks of that kinda stuff?!?" "I mean, it's an interesting question, I'm sure someone has done it." Jenny piped up. "Exactly! Like, what if the ride broke down, a guy's gotta go when a guy's gotta go!" Or girl... Cassidy thought to herself, as she shifted her legs in her seat. "One time at a party in high school we dared a guy to piss out the window. The mad lad actually did it too." Jenny said with a slight chuckle. "Eww! Jenny!" Nicole reacted in disgust. "No, that's not even the best part," Jenny said, with her laugh getting more intense. "He pissed right out the window, and right on top of this couple making out in the yard, they were DRENCHED!" Nicole looked at her in disbelief, but Cassidy and Liam were cracking up in hysterics. "Oh, my god... That's gross but really funny!" Liam said. "Did the guy stop? He didn't keep peeing, did he?!?" Cassidy asked between laughs. "Not really, he had a lot to drink; he was fuckin' wasted, he didn't even realize. And he pissed A LOT since he had so much to drink. That was probably the best party I've ever been to." Jenny said, still cracking up. Nicole said nothing, but it was obvious she was trying to stifle a laugh. She tried to change the subject. "Alright, c'mon guys, can we talk about something... less gross?... We're almost at the top, we should take a group picture!" The group calmed down and agreed. They got together on one side of the ferris wheel, which became a little cramped. Cassidy was between Nicole and Liam. "It's a little cramped on this side, can you guys scooch over?" Jenny said with annoyance. "Here, Cassidy, sit on my leg, it'll give everyone more space." Liam said. Cassidy's face grew flushed and hot. "O-okay..." Cassidy said, as Liam spread his legs and offered his right knee for Cassidy to sit on. Cassidy took it. She could feel his leg and knee bone on her lower crotch, which put pressure on her bladder. It spasmed considerably, it took Cassidy all she had to not close her legs on Liam's knee. Her pelvic muscles tightened as much as they could, and her bladder stretched along with it. She could not bear the embarrassment of peeing on a guy she considered to be attractive. Liam held the phone out, and everyone took a smile. "Cheese!" Click! Cassidy got up quickly and squished her legs together to regain control over herself. She took her original seat and the group passed the phone around to see the selfie; it came out well, with the vista of the park in the background. A great memory of their time together. Before they knew it, the ride was over, and they all hopped off. Cassidy took a second sip of her Coke, it was an eventful ride. She was still recovering from the feeling of being on Liam's knee. The feeling and pressure on her crotch and bladder was something else. Even though she had to prevent herself from wetting herself, she relished the feeling. The feeling of being on the edge of losing control on a guy she liked was an indescribable feeling. Part of her wanted to lose control and piss all over him... but she knew better. The gang regrouped by the exit. "So, what should we do now?" Nicole asked. Cassidy considered some options to suggest... What should the group do next? 1. Go on another gentle ride. 2. Go on a more thrilling ride. 3. Go get some food. 4. Go play some arcade or festival games. 5. Something else (your suggestion). Cassidy's Bladder: 9/20 (Moderately filled, a slight, constant urge is beginning to emerge... Time: 10:15
  10. 7:20 AM Cassidy decided to go with a simple, casual, and most importantly comfortable look for the trip today. A traditional light blue bra, with a bright red t-shirt over top of it. She went with some wide, cotton panties, as Cassidy could foresee plenty of leaks from all the forces her filling bladder would be experiencing, so she needed something absorbent. She had no thought about applying a pad; she knew it as a sign of weakness. She put on some capri yoga pants which she hoped wouldn't be too hot for the weather. Along with white crew socks and some sunglasses, her fit was looking good. She also put on her converse; she would prefer slippers, but didn't want any hassle from ride attendants for some of the rides. Ding! Her toaster dinged, and the toast popped out. Cassidy had already cracked some eggs on the hot butter, and her coffee was also done as well. Cassidy worked on her rushed breakfast as she prepared to be picked up by Nicole and Jenny. She sipped on her coffee as she nibbled on her buttered toast. She needed this coffee to wake up for the day ahead, that's for sure. A couple minutes later, Cassidy sat with an empty plate where the toast and eggs previously existed. Nicely fed with some time to spare, Cass filled up her 24oz thermos with cool water for the car ride ahead. With her all ready to go, she grabbed her wallet, phone, and head out of her apartment, excited for the fun times ahead of her. Cassidy exited her apartment building just as a sedan pulled up, one that she hadn't seen before. Nevertheless, Nicole was peering out the passengers side window. "Hi Cass! Hop in!" Cass eagerly hopped in the backseat, and found herself next to Jenny. "Hey Cass." "Hey!" Wait, if Nic was in the passenger's seat, and Jenny was in the back, who was driving? "Hey Cassidy! Glad you could make it." A familar voice said. Cassidy looked in the driver's seat. It was Liam! Seeing him again made Cassidy's heart flutter with excitement and a slight nervousness. "Oh! Hey Liam! I didn't know you were coming!" "Yeah, Nicole kinda told me last minute she was going to the amusement park with you guys, and offered me the last ticket she won." Liam said, eyeing Nicole. "Sorry! You know I'm a little forgetful." Nicole pouted. Liam laughed in response. Cassidy thought to herself. This kinda changes things. There was no way she was giving up on her challenge, but she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of the guy she had be crushing on for some time. She would have to be extra careful with her behavior around Liam. She took a swig of water to calm her nerves, and decided to strike up a conversation. "So, Liam, have you been to this park before?" "Oh, a bunch of times, this place has some of the best roller coasters. Have you?" "When I was really young, but I never went on any of the roller coasters, I heard they definitely have some cool ones!" Cassidy responded. "Definitely, we should ride some of them together, I don't think Nicole or Jenny are going to join us very much." "I don't care much for roller coasters, they just make me sick." said Nicole. "I'm only coming for the arcade games and crap. Every mediocre plushy is like a medal to me." said Jenny with a smirk. "Sure Liam, I plan to ride all of them, if that's okay with you!" "Sounds like a plan to me!" Roughly two hours and an uneventful car ride later, the gang had reached the highway exit to the park. Cassidy could see the taller rides outside her window and cracked a smile, she was excited to finally see this park again and have some fun. However, at that moment, a very familiar feeling began to surface for her; the inkling that her bladder was filling up. She had finished her 24oz of water, and along with a Starbucks stop along the way, a lot of liquid was in her bladder, and it was making it's presence known, although slight. She brushed the feeling out of her mind for the time being. The group parked the car and began to make their way to the entrance. Along the way Cassidy's bladder again made a notion that it had some liquid that it would like to dispose of, and this time slightly more intensely than before. She could feel her bladder slowly, but steadily filling, but deemed it would be at least some time before it would become a real problem. Luckily, it wasn't a distraction, hardly even a thought in the back of her mind. The group was able to skip their entrance to the park to buy tickets, but had to wait at the security checkpoint. There, Cassidy was able to marvel at the wide variety of rides that laid around her, as well as checking out the map she had picked up. Roller coasters, thrill rides, scary rides, gentle rides, even water rides, this park had it all. Cassidy and her group had reached the security checkpoint. She emptied her pockets of her phone and wallet, and went through the metal detector. BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP!!! Cassidy jumped from the loud alarm, she had totally not expected to set it off. A female security officer walked up to her. "Sorry ma'am, we're gonna have to do a pat-down, is that all right?" "Yes, that's fine." Cassidy said as she laid her arms out. The officer pat down her sides, and back, and then patted down her stomach and abdomen, with enough force to upset her bladder slightly. "Ma'am, I'm going to need you to spread your legs." Cassidy blushed slightly at the request. She spread her legs past shoulder width, and the officer began to pat down the inside of her thighs, then the outside. Her disrupted bladder protested her spreading her legs, and Cassidy bit her lips in order to not react to it. The officer stood back up, with a friendly smile. "Sorry about that ma'am, you're free to go. Have a nice day!" Cassidy regrouped with the rest of her gang, not seeming to have noticed Cassidy's situation, and having a decently active discussion. "Ah, Cassidy, we're in a deadlock, we need you to break the tie." Liam said. "We agreed we would get our unlimited refill cups that came with our tickets and fill them up, but we can't decide where to go first. I want to go on something thrilling." "And I want to go on something gentler like the Ferris Wheel!" demanded Nicole. "And... Jenny?" Cassidy asked. "I don't care. We can do whatever." "Hmmmmmmmmmm..." Cassidy thought to herself. She pondered what the group should do first to break the tie, and also what she should get to drink when they get their unlimited refill cups. Decisions, decisions... What should Cassidy get to drink for her unlimited refill? (This drink can be exchanged for something else when finished.) 1. A soda like Coca-Cola, Fanta, Sprite, etc. 2. Something sweet like Fruit Juice, Lemonade, or Iced Tea. 3. Plain ol' water. 4. Something else. What ride should the group go on first? 1. Something thrilling. (Liam's request) 2. Something gentler. (Nicole's request) 3. Your own suggestion. Cassidy's Bladder: 7/20 (Slightly filled, but close to little to no urge. Only makes itself known when stressed.) Time: 9:50
  11. Welcome to Chapter 2! After some brainstorming and doing some research on other Omorashi threads, I think I can deliver a second part to this interactive story that you guys will enjoy. That being said, constructive criticism is still very much appreciated! (Especially regarding female anatomy :P) On with the show! Chapter 2 Wednesday, June 16th. 7:00 AM. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Cassidy stirred from her sleep, obviously irritated by the screechy alarm she set. She swung an arm over to her phone and disabled the alarm. She groaned and slowly got up from her bed, along with a stretch and a big yawn. She would love to sleep in some more, but she set the alarm for a reason. Nicole won 4 tickets to the Amusement park from her excellent performances at work, and she gave one to Cass and one to Jenny, and they decided today would be the day the trio would take the ~2 hour drive to the amusement park. Cassidy loved roller coasters, as well as all the great food and drink served at them, so she was obviously excited about today, and her tiredness quickly subsided. What did not subside was her bladder. A piss had been dwelling in Cassidy's bladder since yesterday afternoon, and was seriously starting to make it's presence known to Cassidy. She bit her lip and clenched her thighs as she stood up, having her bladder been unsettled by the sudden motion. Although Cass would have loved to hold it for a while longer, she knew it was for her own good to pee this morning, so it did not become super dire. She did proclaim to herself one thing however: She would not use the bathroom again until she had ridden every roller coaster. It looked like a good day, a sunny sky but still early enough in the season so that schools wouldn't be out just yet for summer, and thus no annoying kids taking up space in line. The park had 12 roller coasters total, as well as a few kiddie coasters that by Cassidy's virtue, did not count. Her plan was to not only ride all 12, but not to pee until she had done so. The challenge excited Cassidy to no end. It would be a real test of her bladder to go through all sorts of G-Forces and feelings all throughout the day, all with a filling bladder. Cassidy awkwardly walked to the bathroom, but did not use the toilet. Instead she went straight into the shower and turned it on, taking a moment for it to warm up-and do a little pee dance- before stepping inside. The hot water felt amazing on her skin, but tortured her bladder extensively. Her muscles were tense and her thighs held tight together all throughout the shower. But soon enough, it became a bit too much to handle. Cassidy considered holding it even longer, but decided it wasn't worth tiring herself out. She opened her legs, and immediately her bladder's contents evacuated themselves, splattering over the shower-bathtub combo floor and running down her legs. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~ That feels goooooooooood..." Cassidy moaned in satisfaction. She squatted down, applying more pressure to her bladder, and aimed her fierce stream straight into the shower drain. Her stream didn't last super long, but it was nice while it lasted. Obviously it didn't break any records, but it was a respectable hold, maybe a little over 1,100 mL, she estimated. And she was very good at estimating. Cassidy stood back up, refreshed from her piss, and washed her flowing, thick brown hair. Not too much later Cass reappeared from her bathroom clad in towels. She decided that she was still a little sleepy, so she put the electric kettle on for some coffee, as well as put a pan of butter on the stove to make eggs, and some toast in the toaster for a quick and easy breakfast. While that was going, she had to decide what to wear to the amusement park. She also decided she would need to bring something to drink for the car ride, as there wouldn't be many, if any, opportunities to stop for drinks. What should Cassidy wear to the amusement park? 1) Something casual. 2) Something fun. 3) Something flirty. 4) Something "challenging". and... a) Go commando. b) Wear something thin (G-strong, thong) c) Wear something neutral. (Slip, Brazilian, etc.) d) Wear something safe. (Hipster, boyshorts, etc.) What should Cassidy bring to drink for the car ride? (Remember, each drink has particular diuretic effects.) 1) Plain water. 2) Sweetened/flavored water. 3) Fruit juice. 4) Coffee. 5) Something else. Cassidy's Bladder: 0/20 (Completely empty. Nuff said.) Time: 7:20 (10 minutes until pick-up by Cassidy's friends.)
  12. Reviving this thread cuz why not. The best I've done is a little under 1L but my fiancee has peed maybe closer to 1.2 L. We're thinking about testing her volume capacity again but we're stuck on what to drink and how often. If anyone has any ideas on what the best bladder-filling drink is from their experience, and how often they should drink (without getting sick), please let me know!
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