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  1. Xx4evRockerxX

    Nurse desperate to pee

    Annnnnnnnnd - they’re gone
  2. Xx4evRockerxX

    System

    Chapter 1.5 ”Oh screw it,” Jessica thought to herself as she whipped off her professional blouse, slid out of her purple bargain bra, and re-bloused herself. Just as she finished pulling her blouse down, James’ voice came over the radio. “Jess? Can ya hear me?” “Loud and clear,” Jessica replied. “Feeling better?” She asked, purposefully trying to rub it in that he had to excuse himself. Though to herself, Jessica was concerned about her own options to empty her bladder. Or better, her lack of options. “Worse, actually,” James responded. “I climbed all those stairs again just in time for the cleaning service to close down the bathrooms.” Jessica smiled slightly. She was once again not alone in the full bladder game. “Jess?” James continued. “Yeah?” ”Just between us, since we’re on a secure frequency, I’m not entirely sure I’m gonna make it,” He admitted. Jessica wasn’t sure what to say for a moment. She wasn’t convinced she’d make it either. Should she admit her own struggles to provide a sense of joint discomfort? Should she tell him there was a toilet, albeit non functioning down here? ”James. Take a deep breath. You’re going to be okay. You’re strong, you can hold it,” she settled with. “Now, read me the instructions. How exactly do we resolve this problem?” She moved on, fastening her bra onto the System in front of her. “Alright, so looking at the manual, looks like we need to...,” James abruptly stopped. “James? What’s wrong? What can’t you do?” Jessica asked concerned. “It says there’s a toilet in the room down there with you and you have to empty her bladder into there,” James finished. “Jess, I cant... If the System starts going, I can’t hold it. I’m gonna wet myself hearing that,” James said panicked. Jessica, on the other hand, felt her stomach drop. Not only did she have to hear the System going, she’d be in the same room. There was no way she’d come out of that dry. Jessica couldn’t help it anymore. She had to go too badly at this point, feeling the weight of her bladder push down. “James. I have a confession to make,” she radioed. “What’s wrong?” He responded quickly. ”I’m scared. I really have to pee. I had to go before we ever even left the office to come down here. I’m really afraid I’m not going to make it,” she confided. ”Jess,” James started. ~should James tell Jess to... A) Come upstairs, be desperate together B) Just use the System toilet, even though it doesn’t flush and there’s no toilet paper C) Hold it. If she held it that long on her own already, she’ll be alright D) pop a squat on the floor
  3. Xx4evRockerxX

    Summer Shenanigans

    Last week, I went to the beach with a friend for the first time this year. Sure, I’ve been to the beach already, a few times. But what I mean is last week was the first time I was going to lay out on the beach, on a towel, in a bikini, The whole nine yards. Now if you’ve come for a story of me setting myself in front of my friend, or dashing off into the ocean in a last second dash to relief, or any of the similar, I’m sorry to inform you, this post will not fulfill those daydreams. It was nice day, at no point did I ever even approach questioning if I could hold it, and both my friend and I stayed dry. No, this post is about the prep work the night before my beach day. My hair down there typically depends on the season. Pending no dates with high hopes / expectations, I go full she bush all winter long. A nice trim and shape up in the Spring. Summer is smooth and clean, a landing strip at most. And Fall starts the return of my lady forest. So the night before going to the beach, I had to shave. Well, I didn’t have to, but I’ve worn a bikini with my Spring trim before, and it’s fairly embarrassing. First off, it sticks out the sides and there’s usually some that grown in areas just outside where the bikini covers. Secondly, a thick post-winter bush sticks out like a sore thumb in the thin fabric of a bottom. It’s fine for when I’m by myself, trying them on, shopping for them, etc. But really just not my style for public. Especially with plans to visit a nude beach later this summer. Every year, I like to spice up my hack, slash, and shave fest. Keeps things interesting and helps pass the time. It usually takes a solid half hour to do it properly and get everything under control. Last year, I was on the phone with my then boyfriend while fighting my overgrown she garden. It turned me on so much knowing I was all over every part of me he regularly begged to be. The year before, I tried doing it while watching a movie. Fun fact, didn’t work well. This year however, I decided to try and do it while at the tail end of a hold. I figured it would be rather challenging to trim and shave while bouncing and squirming. Plus, I’d have to have my legs open and spread the whole time. Talk about a challenge. I went through most of my day normally, then started upping my water intake to around 400 mL an hour for the last 2 hours of the workday. I had to go before I left work, then again an hour after I got home, but continued to keep that pace with my water drinking. About an hour later, I really had to go. I could see a bit of a bladder bulge forming, but more importantly, I felt a lot of the pressure trying to work its way out. It was time. I went into the bathroom, took my shorts and underwear completely off, and sat down on the toilet. It was at that moment my pee hole sprang to life and felt like it was actively trying to push my full bladder out. Of course it was. I had a full bladder and was sitting on the toilet, naked from the waist down. It didn’t care about my plans, it wanted relief. I crossed my legs and shoved a hand into my crotch, potty dancing on the potty for a few minutes before I regained enough control to proceed. I spread my legs open, felt my bladder throb, and grabbed my pair of personal grooming scissors I had on the sink. Clipping the big main parts off wasn’t too bad and went fairly quickly. However, my real struggle started as I had to start going after the less easy to reach areas. As I pulled myself up to reach the lower half of my lower half, I saw it before I felt it. A quick, sharp spurt of pee shot straight out of me. Because I was pulling myself up, it fired straight out of me and hit the side of my tub. I was so taken by shock I immediately let go of myself in an effort for the stream to go into the toilet instead of all over my bathroom. The next several minutes went by pretty much in a repeating pattern - move myself in a various direction, clip some hair, lose a spurt in a completely unexpected and often not ideal direction, let go and regain control of my stream while going in the toilet, repeat. I finished trimming with about a half full bladder left. I stood up, grabbed a few pics of both myself and my recently severed lower lady lashes swimming in my recently evacuated pee, and moved on to finish up. (Side note, after I finished shaving myself clean, I simply left the bathroom, naked from the waist down, shiny and clean, and with a refilling bladder for some more fun later.)
  4. Xx4evRockerxX

    Last Family Trip

    The sun was shining in through the white silk curtain, directly onto Avery’s golden tanned back. The rays of the early morning sunlight felt warm and comfortable against her bare skin. A fresh, gentle Fall breeze swept across the room, bringing with it the smell of the ripening apples from the surrounding orchards. An equally naked body lay next to her. Deep, slow breaths caught short as Avery nestled herself into her partner’s embrace. She had always been a little spoon at heart. Despite being at complete peace, she knew she had to get up. There was a pressure, deep in her lower belly. It wasn’t an annoyance. In fact, she found she somewhat enjoyed the feeling. But there was a little voice in the back of her head, telling her to go now. Unfurling herself from the warm embrace, she stood up from under the covers, exposing the entirety of her bare backside to her bed partner, receiving a gentle grin in response. In the bathroom, she took a moment to look in the mirror, to enjoy her naturally good looks and effortless curves. Maybe she was just chilled from getting out of bed, maybe it was the act of standing up, but whatever the cause, the rather pleasant pressure in her lower belly had quickly become less pleasant. In fact, as she took in her looks for a few more moments, it became outright difficult to hold. She quickly sit her self on the toilet and tried to relax. Try was the key word. She felt her muscles relax, the pressure in her bladder, everything. But nothing came out. She pushed a little, yet not a drop yielded. She pushed on her bladder with her hand. Still, nothing. She clearly had to go, but for some reason, nothing was happening. Something was wrong. Avery couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but something was off. Something didn’t feel right. She stayed seated for a bit, trying to push out the bladder full she her body was hanging onto. After some time, Avery had no idea how long, but it felt like a significant amount, she finally found the feeling she was seeking, craving. She could feel the stream of pee depart her bladder, rush through her urethra. A feeling of relief mixed with anticipation flooded Avery’s whole body. She could feel her bladder squeeze, encouraging the stream working it’s way out of her increase in speed and strength. She looked down, between her bare legs, ready to see it burst out of her V. Closer, closer, closer, it was there, right on the precipice between being inside her, and flowing out into the toilet. She gave one last squeeze, bore down on her bladder one last time and... Avery blinked. A midday beam of sun glared straight onto her face through a dusty window. She pulled back out of the stream of light and blinked a few more times. ”Decided to join us again,” her sister, Bex said from the seat next to hers. She was in the old family car. It wasn’t early morning. She had no partner waiting for her in a warm bed in the next room. It had all been a dream. A dream that was probably in part due to her pain meds from her ankle. She shifted and sat up a little more when the real world ramifications of her dream hit her and she suddenly felt a pit in her stomach drop. Contrary to her dream self, she was not currently seated on a toilet, nor nude. She had relieved herself though. Not completely, as she felt a very filled bladder revolt against her movement to sit up. She could feel the wetness in the pad she had placed in her underwear before leaving for this very reason. It felt soaked between her legs. With Bex seated right next to her, and her parents directly in front, there was no way she could reach down or pull the, down to assess the damage. But she could feel the pad bulging against her underwear, into her lady bits. Looking down, there was no obvious signs of the wetness she felt. Thankfully. Though her bladder gave another signal that she still had a significant amount inside her, and she questioned if her pants would stay this dry. “Where... Where are we? How long was I out?” Avery asked her family. “I don’t know, probably about 5 hours or so. We drove for like 4, stopped, walked around a little for like a half hour, and we’ve been driving again for another half hour or so,” Bex answered. “And where’s my phone?” Avery asked, looking all around her. ”Here,” Ben held out her sister’s phone. “You dropped it on the floor when you were asleep and I grabbed it when we stopped.” Avery took the phone and immediately pulled up her texting app without a word. ”You’re welcome,” Bex said, annoyed. Avery quickly typed in a message to a contact listed as “Babes” Holy crap! Holy Hell, Babe! Help It took less than 30 seconds for a response, and the conversation was off and free flowing. What? What happened? Are you okay? I had a dream again. Was I in it? BABE! Focus I am. I like focusing on how you dream sexy things about us Sam, think about what I’m trying to tell you I am. It means you already miss me Samantha! I peed myself a little Oh... OHH! Oh no!! I know! Did you have a pad in? Like you were planning Yeah, it helped. Nothing’s visible Good! So just change it next time you stop. You brought spares, right? Of course, but that doesn’t fix my problem You still have to pee? So bad. So so bad Did you ask to stop? “When are planning for our next pit stop to be?” Avery asked her parents. ”At least 2 or 3 hours. We just stopped,” Her father replied, already annoyed they had to make a stop so soon and so suddenly. That’s a no go on the go go Avery texted Samantha. He said at least a few hours Can you hold it that long? I’m not sure I can hold it until the next Exit Did you tell them this? That’s so embarrassing more embarrassing than flat out wetting yourself? Point made “Can we make a quick stop sooner?” Avery asked out loud. ”Somebody has to pee!” Bex teased, her own bladder still half full after their previous pit stop. “I told you we should have woken her up. We can’t stop every time someone in this car has to tinkle,” Roger answered, more to Patty than anything. ”Do you need to use the restroom, or just stretch, honey?” Patty asked. She was in a new, and currently dry pair of absorbent underwear, although she wouldn’t complain about another stop. She had started sipping on water and was hoping to keep this pair dry. ”A little of both,” Avery replied, not wanting to admit to her current serious need. She was pressing her thighs together in hopes of discreetly helping herself hold it. “We’re not pulling off to another one of those overpriced, overpacked highway stations. Nope! We’ll never get there at that rate.” Roger said. “Can you hold it for a little bit?” Patty asked, attempting to find some middle ground. “We did just stop.” ”Yeah, I can wait,” Avery lied to her mother. She was nervous. Plus, it wasn’t like she could just hop out of the car and run inside whenever they did stop somewhere. She had to get her crutches out and hobble inside. It was a lot of twisting and bending. A lot of extra movements she wasn’t sure she’d be able to manage with her bladder so full. At least not manage and stay only as wet as she currently was. Patty and Roger both seemed satisfied with this answer, and Avery turned back to her phone to update her girlfriend, Samantha. Bex sat opposite her sister, watching her text away. Who was she talking to? Must be an actual contender in the list of guys A wry had tried to date. While wondering this, she also wondered to herself what she was going to do about the juice bottle filled with her pee currently residing in her purse next to her on the seat. At the first pit stop just shortly ago, Bex knew she couldn’t hold her bladder for another few hours until their next stop. But she also wanted to keep her streak of not peeing in toilets alive. In a last ditch flash of clarity, as Patty was rushing inside, likely to relieve her own bursting bladder, Bex assumed, she noticed one of her father’s empty juice bottles next to her sleeping sister’s foot and phone. She grabbed both the bottle and phone, and rushed inside to catch up. Once in, she noticed the continual line at the ladies’ room was about 20 filled bladders deep. Her mother was 4 women in front of her as she joined the queue. It was a hard, but doable wait for Bex. She had grown to like the feeling of risking wetting herself in public over the years. She also knew she wasn’t in actual danger of losing control, so it wasn’t bad. Patty however, was very much on the verge of letting loose at any moment, flooding her already soaked underwear. She knew she was dribbling. She could feel it. And with each flush of a toilet, or stream of wee she heard hitting toilet water, it became harder and harder for her to hold it. She dashed into an available stall the moment it was her turn and one opened up. She had no shame in peeing full force right through her absorbent underwear into the toilet. She had just barely managed to get her pants down, and found that to be a victory in itself. Her worries were confirmed as several small streams began pouring out of the undergarment the moment Her pee hole opened up. She had just made it in several ways. She quickly took off the underwear and tossed them in the small garbage can in her stall, glad her daughter wouldn’t see her with them. She pulled a new pair out of her purse, wiped herself thoroughly, and slid the dry pair on. She had been wet for so much of the car ride, she had forgotten how good being dry and empty felt. Patty was finished and was drying her hands by the the time a stall opened up for Bex. Patty was thankful it wasn’t the same stall she had used. Now at least, she didn’t have to worry about Bex finding the underwear in the garbage. Bex was also thankful her mother was leaving the bathroom. She had peed into bottles before out of curiosity, and knew it was a distinct and louder sound than just into the toilet. She didn’t care if any of the other women knew, but she preferred her mother not find out. She slowly slid down her pants and underwear, positioning the bottle with a small, but just wide enough top between her legs, about an inch away from her lower lips. The first time she ever tried using a bottle, she pushed it right up against herself, and learned the hard way there needs to be room for the air to escape the bottle. Otherwise, you end up peeing all over your hands uncontrollably as you desperately try to reposition the bottle that’s spurting pee in all different directions. It took a few moments to get going. This was the first time she was trying this in public, and one rogue side stream could really cause a mess for her. But the pressure of her bladder took over the fear, and soon enough she had a thin, but constant, and very relieving stream shooting straight into the bottle. She also knew from previous experience her bladder, especially her full bladder, was bigger than water and juice bottles. And not just a little bigger. Once, in her Freshman year of college, during a weekend most of the campus, including her roommate had left to go home, Bex experimented. She spent the whole first day drinking water. A lot of water. She also peed frequently. By the time dinner rolled around, she was rushing off to the bathroom every 45 minutes or so. It made eating in the dining hall a little embarrassing, as no one ever, EVER used the bathroom there. The door was literally smack in the middle of the main wall. Everybody in the whole hall could see you going in there. Moreover, the walls were thin. Like paper thin. Bex imagined this wasn’t a big problem when the hall was filled and busy and loud. But on a weekend when barely anybody is on campus, well, the three guys sitting a table down from the bathroom door certainly heard everything she had done in there. After she got back to he dorm room, and the night started to get late, Bex pushed herself and started slamming down fluids, water, juice, soda... Anything liquid she would drink. Her trips to the communal bathroom every 45 minutes started getting more and more urgent, and she could feel herself cutting it closer and closer each time. As midnight rolled around, and she was due for a bathroom break, she stayed in her room. She was holding herself at the 45 minute mark this time, and bouncing uncontrollably at 50 minutes. A spurt came out at 55 minutes, shooting right between her fingers into the floor, and at 58 minutes she lost all control. She tried not to. She really really tried. But she had found her limit, and a flood shot with great force out of her, into one of the water bottles she had recently drained. Within seconds of her bliss, she realized her bladder was not emptying at the same rate the bottle was filling. She had to emerge toy cut her stream off (which really meant let out a less intense stream) while she switched bottles. By the time she finished, she was left sitting naked from the waist down on her floor, her Vijay dripping with more than just residual pee, gasping for breath with 6 water bottles filled with her wee, each almost overflowing. She had to laugh a little, though. By this point in the day, after drinking so much, her pee was so clear it looked like just water in each of the bottles. Back to their pit stop, with her pants and undies around her knees, Bex had to once more pull back on her stream. It was easier this time, than that day in college, but her bladder still put up a bit of a fight. The last drop escaped just as the bottle officially ran out of room for a single drop more. She carefully screwed the lid back on the bottle, and debated about what to do with it. She could dump its contents in the toilet, flush, and no one would be any the wiser. But that felt like cheating. She could toss it in the garbage can in the stall, full, but she felt bad for who ever would have to clean the stall later and empty the trash. Ultimately, she realized she was doing nothing but holding up the line, and a few urgently full bladders as she heard a soft gasp from the other side of the door. She decided to throw the full bottle into her purse and devise a plan on how to empty both it, and the remaining pee in her bladder, later. Wiped, reclothed, hands washed, she met her parents in the parking lot where they were debating if they should wake up Avery. Avery now sat in the car, alone in her desperation. Samantha being hundreds of miles away, the only one knowing both of Avery’s true bladder status, and even the fact that Avery wasn’t straight. Up until recently, Avery herself wasn’t even sure of this fact, having trialed many guys from her school. She hadn’t told any of her family yet, and didn’t think she was ready to yet. She was, however, more than ready for a bathroom break. Even if it wasn’t in a toilet. Even if it wasn’t in a bathroom.
  5. Xx4evRockerxX

    Last Family Trip

    23 year old Rebecca (Bex, as everyone called her) took her place in the back seat of the family four-door. That car sure had seen better days, but it was still as reliable as ever. And a good car to put the many miles they were about to travel onto. On the other side of the back seat, her 19 year old sister Avery sat, already buckled in and making herself comfortable. She had broken her ankle just a few days ago in an alleged skinny dipping incident. The details were unclear other than the family was awoken to an unpleasant phone call a little after midnight from the hospital. She had a pair of crutches next to her, and a casted foot resting up on the back of the driver’s seat. She was engrossed in a texting spree conversation with someone, probably the next boy of the month. May mercy keep his soul safe. Their mother Patricia (Patty) was making her way out, arms filled with bags of snacks, spare clothes, her huge purse, and who knows what else. “Did you two remember to leave an extra pair of clothes out in case you spill something?” ”Yes,” they replied in unison and monotone. “And you packed enough for the entire trip, plus extra?” ”Yes.” ”And you both used the bathroom before getting in? You know it’s going to be a few hours before our first stop. Better to get some real miles in while we’re fresh,” Patty continued. Once again, the pair replied “yes”, but this time, it wasn’t entirely truthful. Bex had A bad habit of holding her bladder. More specifically, she was in the routine of holding her bladder until she could go somewhere other than a toilet. She’d picked up this interest years ago, in High School. At first, it was an absentminded hobby she’d read about somewhere online, some forum she had stumbled across, and found it interesting enough to try. After a few weeks, she was hooked. She didn’t pay much attention, but she could probably count the number of times she had allowed herself to pee in an actual toilet in the past year on one hand. It didn’t happen very often, and only in outstanding situations. Today was no different for her. She let herself release her morning wee in the shower, like most mornings, and went on with getting ready, throwing on a cute pair of skimpy panties. She knew no one would see them, but she always felt a little more secure when she knew she looked good. So while yes, she did use the bathroom before getting in the car, her mother didn’t need to know she went two before getting in. Avery, on the other hand, was completely truthful in her answer. With the broken ankle, getting out of the car, especially from the backseat took some time and effort. She was determined to do so as few times as possible during this trip. Accordingly, she had her morning wee the moment she woke up, while Bex was in the shower. She then proceeded to skip every liquid available during breakfast, choosing only a dry bagel. After getting ready, and just before heading outside, she allowed herself a few minutes to sit on the toilet. She peed a short, weak stream, it continued to sit there. She squeezed with her pelvic muscles. She pushed physically on her bladder with her hands. She tried coughing. Anything to get every last little bit out. All told, she was able to empty another dribble and a few random drops. Each and every one of those drops though, were important to her. They could make a world of difference hours from now. She also placed one of her pads in her underwear (an older pair of booty cut, blue and yellow polka dot), as well as sprinkling a little baby powder in there. She was prescribed some pain meds for her ankle, and while she wasn’t fond of how zoned-out they made her feel, she had to take one today. She knew she wouldn’t be able to move around or stretch, which meant she would quickly start hurting. The zoned feeling wasn’t the only side effect she noticed. She also found it very difficult to tell when she had a full bladder, and noticed she would lose a squirt or two just from standing up, or changing position too quickly, only to then have to rush to the bathroom to unleash a torrent. She hadn’t gone out into public since her accident, so this hadn’t been a particular issue. But with her entire family squeezed into a few square feet of the car, she wanted to be safe. Thus, the pad and powder were a small insurance policy, she thought to herself as she wiped. While the girls both had their bladder situation and plans in place, Patty briefly thought about her own. At 58, she was no longer a spring chicken, and her body reacted accordingly. After 2 pregnancies, 2 births, and 2 recoveries, her pelvic muscles, heck, her whole lower abdominal muscles and tissues were not comparable to what they were 25 years ago. At one time, she could go all day, being out and about without a second thought towards her bodily functions. She could hold off until there was enough wee inside her to write her entire name, first and last name, in the snow (with some difficulty, of course. But she was able to do it, nonetheless). She hadn’t tried since before Bex’s birth, but she figured best case, she could hold enough to spell out “Pa” in the snow now. She could no longer, cough, sneeze, laugh, or really have any change in emotion whatsoever without losing a little (or sometimes big) dribble. She also had to find a toilet roughly every two hours. She could hold longer, she was sure. But that 2 hour mark is where it became uncomfortable, and she would often find herself focusing more on not wetting herself, rather than whatever task was at hand. Similarly to Avery, she had skipped most fluids at breakfast this morning, and made it a point to sit down on the toilet for a few minutes and try no less than 3 times since waking up. She also had a bit of a secret. Roger, her husband and the girls’ father knew about, but Bex and Avery were in the dark on the matter, where they belonged. Several years ago, after a particularly close call at a large family gathering in which she had to spend the last hour of the event without panties because they were so wet, Patty looked into getting absorbent underwear. They looked similar enough to real underwear (not sexy underwear, but still), and didn’t bulge out like an actual diaper. Since she couldn’t hold a huge amount anyway, they were perfect. She didn’t wear them everyday. Often, she would go a month or more without needing them. But she made a point to wear them on special occasions or if she was anticipating being away from a bathroom for an extended time. Both of which applied to today. She was wearing a pair of jeans to mask the small amount of crinkling from the more plastic crotch area. She made sure to bring a few spares in her large purse as well. That was the only way she could be sure they wouldn’t be discovered by her daughters. Roger was the last out the door, carrying a large cooler stuffed to the brim with waters, juices, and an assortment of other road beverages. Silently, all three women thought in unison, “Typical male.” As they set off from their house, Avery put her headphones in and continued the intense conversation on her phone. Patty started monologuing in Roger’s direction. She considering it a conversation, he thought of it as background conversation, similarly to listening to the radio. He cracked open the first water, downing part of it before they’d even left the town. Bex laughed for a second to herself as she pictured her father pretending he was sipping an adult beverage on a beach. A few miles later, Bex pulled out a new book she had recently bought, a fantasy action romance. She finished the last final of her college career last week and was excited to return to reading for entertainment, rather than necessity. She had always enjoyed reading when she was growing up, but school somehow found a way to make her lose interest in it. Bex quickly found herself lost in the book. It was everything she was hoping it would be, and more - filled to the brim with action as she turned page after page. Hot characters that took great pleasure out of seductively teasing each other. The sexy, but wildly inappropriate make out scenes at various climatic moments. She was hooked from page 2. Making her way through the chapters, she reached a scene that brought her attention back to reality. In the book, there were two characters forced together by fate, but also hormones, that were taken hostage by an overbearing government organization in a post-disaster country and brought to an imprisonment camp. While getting their feet under them and familiarizing themselves with their new home, the male character mentioned that he needed the loo as he hadn’t gone since before they were captured. The female character almost too quickly agreed. Before Bex read further, she blinked a few times and pulled herself out of the book. Next to her, Avery was hard asleep, appearing to have been so for some time, her phone falling to the floor. Bex figured Avery had probably one of her pain meds before they left. She noticed two empty water bottles on the floor, next to Avery’s phone, and an open juice bottle in the front cup holder. Her mother was still talking at her father, but had slowed her pace. What she didn’t know, was Patty was starting to get a very dry mouth from skimping on the fluids. Her father though, had no problem downing a swig of the juice. Bex sat up straight to stretch her back a bit, and noticed a new heaviness in her belly she hadn’t felt before. Of knew immediately what it was, of course. She had to pee. Nothing urgent or desperate, and she certainly wasn’t in imminent danger of losing control. But it was there - a decent and constant need now that she noticed it. She wondered how long they’d been driving. Looking at her phone, she realized they had been driving almost 4 hours. She was lost in a fantastic and romantic and amazing world of her book for 4 hours. Which also meant it was roughly 6 hours since her bladder had seen any relief. And now she had to pee. During a short pause in speech from her mother, Bex interjected, “Any thoughts on a stretch break in the near future?” Her father was quick and sharp to answer, “Probably not for another 100 miles or so. I’d like to get there before dark and we left a little later than I would’ve liked.” Patty was a little softer as she asked, “Are you okay back there for that long? Are you hungry or thirsty? I brought snacks and the cooler is right there.” ”No, I’m okay, just feeling a little cramped,” Bex answered. 100 miles. At highway speed, that would be around two more hours. Bex didn’t wonder if she could hold it that long she knew she could she hadn’t drank very much today, and had certainly held it for longer. It was more a question of how comfortably she could hold it that long, and how obvious she might become about her need. She was also a little concerned about how she would relieve herself once they finally did pull off to a rest stop. Sure, she could pee into one of the toilets. She was sure they would have plenty at wherever they stopped. But that wasn’t fun. If they stopped at somewhere a little less populated, she could go into the bathroom with her mother and sister, pretend to go, and then say she needed a bit of a walk to stretch and clear her head, but in reality find a nice bush or tree in need of watering. If, however, they pulled into one of those mega stops on the side of the highway, she would have to get a little more creative. She thought about it for a few minutes, but was having a difficult time coming up with a viable plan that offered her secluded relief, without too high a risk of being caught. She bookmarked it in her mind and went back to reading. She had a few hours to think up a solution, after all. In the front seat, Patty was having a different experience. While Bex was having no problems holding on, and had no intention of using a toilet at their stop, Patty was deeply concerned. She was alright for the first two hours. Much to her pleasant surprise, cutting fluids had really helped. But as hour three stretched on, she had a harder and harder time. She had leaked already. Several times. Only to have the need return almost immediately. She was fairly confident in her absorbent underwear’s ability to manage and contain leaks (she had really put them to the test a few years ago during Midnight Mass at church on Christmas), but she had never actually fully wet a pair. She knew when she first started wearing them there would come a day when she wouldn’t be able to hold it, when she would either have to let go, or wouldn’t be given a choice in letting, and would properly flood them. She had always hoped this was still years away, but as they drove on, she was becoming more and more worried today would be that day. Could they hold her whole bladder? She desperately hoped not to find out. Bex got through the scene in her book where the characters sought, then found their relief. It went into a little more detail about said relief than she would have preferred at the moment given her own need, but she was okay. Normally, she would have deeply enjoyed this part of the story, just not at the moment. Once through it though, she found herself once again flipping through pages as plot twist after surprise kept her attention. She crossed her legs, and fell back into the world of the story. Several chapters, and at least 50 miles later, Roger slowed down as they reached a construction zone. The car hit a large bump in the road where they were preparing to pave. Bex had no recollection of making any noise or gasping, but she must have as Patty asked, “Are you okay, honey?” ”Yeah, just, uh, just startled me is all,” She lied. In actuality, it did startle her, but the sudden jump up, then back down with force of her bladder startled her more. She properly needed to pee now. To the point where using an actual toilet was making its way to the top five options she was considering of ways to relieve herself. It was time to make something happen. ”Actually, I could use with a quick bathroom trip as well as that stretch break soon,” Bex said, trying to downplay the need to pee part, and focus on the desire to stretch part. Unfortunately, Patty heard the request the exact opposite way, fitting some of her own need into the equation as she said, “Oh Honey, you should’ve said so if you needed to go to the bathroom sooner. Can you hold it? Do you need us to pull over now? I’m so sorry you have to pee so badly.” The offer to be allowed to pop a squat on the side of the highway intrigued her, and she tucked that bit of info away for another day, another situation. For now, she said, “Ma, I’m okay, really. I barely even need to go. Like not even at all. I just figured I would go as long as we were stopping anyway. I’m good for a while longer though.” Patty, her full and weak bladder, and her ever filling up undergarments we’re having no part of that. “Roger, place you see, anywhere you see, we’re pulling over.” ”Really, Mom, it’s not a big deal,” Bex reiterated. ”We’re stopping,” Patty relied in her mom voice. The conversation was over, and everyone except a still passed out Avery knew it. 5 minutes later, Roger steered the vehicle off an exit ramp toward one of the mega stops Bex wasn’t a fan of. They probably had 20 toilets in their bathroom, but Bex was really racking her brain, trying to figure out some way she could pee somewhere else without her parents, or anyone at the stop really, seeing her. “Should we wake her up?” Bex asked about Avery when they pulled into a parking spot. ”Let her sleep, we’ll be stopping more frequently now anyway to walk around get the blood flowing,” Patty said, already out of the passenger’s seat. She could feel the heaviness of her wet underwear. She couldn’t be sure, but she fully believed they wouldn’t be able to hold more than another squirt or two. She was even more confident her bladder needed to empty itself fully in the immediate future. Patty on the verge of wetting her already soaked absorbent underwear, Bex struggling to figure out how to empty her pleasantly full bladder somewhere that isn’t a toilet, and Avery bound to eventually wake up in a rather dire situation - sounds like Part 2 is likely to be something special.
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    female Space (gas) Station

    Space exploration. Man’s greatest achievement. Naturally, it’s led by women, but we’ll let the men think it’s theirs. Today marks one year in space for me. One year and seven days ago, my tiny space station (just 7 feet wide, and 13 feet long on the internal compartment) was blasted into orbit. A week in, my rocket docked with it, and I’ve been here ever since. Alone. It’s been a lot of work. This station is meant to be the backbone of a rapidly expanding port for refueling and resupplying before taking off for distant planets and even eventually galaxies. Which means there’s no room for error. This past year, I’ve spent ever day, every single day, working out kinks, bugs, flaws, and unforeseen issues to prepare for today. Today is the first time I’ll have visitors - a Canadian crew here to ensure proper docking and function of the supply reserve area of the station (their contribution to the project). They’ll be here a total of 28 hours, pending no problems or complications. I can’t wait to get rid of them already. It’s not that I’m antisocial. I’m not. You just get used to doing things your own way, without interruption or distraction. Since this isn’t an official log, I can also talk about less than scientifically necessary functions and experiments as well. The first thing is, I’ve taken up nudity. With the exception of weekly video briefings with Command and calls home, there’s really no reason to wear clothes. They just sort of get in the way in the cramped quarters, are difficult and time consuming to wash and dry, and it’s not like my neighbors can see me. Sometimes I’ll wear just underwear, most of the time not. That brings me to another point, I’m hairy. Like full, thriving bush hairy. Not that it matters, but I’ve made it sort of a point not to shave a single time while up here. I shave my armpits, more just for comfort, but my nethers, well, I’ve almost forgotten what they actually look like besides just a nest of she-hair. Almost While we’re on the topic of my lower zone, we should talk about probably the biggest thing. When I was on Earth, I found some enjoyment in holding my bladder. Nothing major, and certainly only in private. Since coming up here though, I’ve had pretty much nothing but privacy. A few things to mention before we get into the thick of it. Holding in space is a bit different than holding on Earth. First off, gravity. There’s none up here. I’ve done a few rotational tests with the station to test it’s stability, but otherwise, there isn’t any gravity whatsoever. That means a lot less force pressing and pulling against your bladder which means I can hold hold more volume, and for longer. In the same category is air pressure. The lab nerds figured out a compositional mixture for the air I breathe that’s a little different than Earth’s air. It’s designed to require less air pressure while still allowing the human body to thrive. Less air pressure, less bladder pressure, more volume holding. A few months ago, I ran a test to simulate a critical drop in air pressure. I had on an airtight mask to provide me with enough air to beath and to stay focused on the results, but the pressure around me was halved. Of course I went into the test with a ragingly full bladder (Command doesn’t need to know that bit). Because they were monitoring results and had a video stream running, I had to wear clothes which made my need even worse. I was just hoping not to wet myself while they were on the feed. As soon as I started dropping the pressure, I slowly started to feel less and less need. When the pressure reached our goal, I barely had to go at all. It was a weird feeling - going from feeling like you could wet yourself to a mild urge, if any, in less than 5 minutes without actually letting any out. I maintained this reduced air pressure and zero gravity state for 6 hours. By the end of that time, I barely had any increase in my need. I was still at a moderate, but constant need. My bladder bulged out everywhere, including against my belt. It was a very different feeling. I could feel the ever increasing amount of fluid filling me up, and it was sloshing around all over the place, but it wasn’t like a “gotta go so bad right now” kind of feeling. Bringing the air cabin air pressure back up, on the other hand, was a very, VERY different experience. Fortunately, Command felt I could handle this part by myself and logged off the video stream. With every 5% increase in pressure displayed on the monitor, my bladder felt pounds heavier. 55% normal pressure - sudden increase in how heavy my lower abdomen felt. 60% normal pressure - I could feel the air starting to squeeze against my bulging and very full bladder. I decided now was as good a time as any to pull my pants off. It helped ease my need a little and I was once again completely alone. 65% normal air pressure - I knew I was not going to make it back to baseline pressure. Of course, I’d known that all along. I’d had to go far too bad when I started lowering the cabin pressure 7 hours ago. But it was at this point my need was reconfirmed. 70% normal air pressure - A little surprise. So far, I’d felt everything in just my bladder and lower abdomen. As the pressure increased, I felt that heaviness work it’s way lower and lower. Now, it was as low as it could get. I felt a small stream, constant in its pressure, fill up and work its way through my previously sealed-tight urethra. It felt like it was reinflating the tube. Lower and lower it worked, ever closer to its escape. I pulled back. Hard. Clenching my pelvic muscles as hard as I could. But no luck. My bladder was as full as it could be given the current external pressures. There was nothing I could do to stop that first dribble from coming out, wetting just the immediate crotch area of my standard issue panties (fashion was not a priority in space travel. I have 6 pairs, each the same small size, same boring white cotton, the same hip hugger style. My world for a hot pink thong and someone to oogle at it). They weren’t drenched, not even saturated, but certainly were visibly wet. And given how my urethra was still filled to the point of loosing a fairly regular stream of dribbles, they weren’t getting any drier. In one awkwardly flailing movement in the zero gravity, I yanked off the less than flattering but decently wet panties, and grabbed a nearby Erlenmeyer flask with its somewhat narrow top. I learned very early on in my journey that everything floats without gravity. Everything. Take peeing standing up (one of the very first unofficial things I just had to try) for example. It comes out in a very straight, very strong and narrow stream straight towards the floor. It’s amazing. Until it hits the floor and splashes out in every direction in small bubbles of liquid. I spent my free time during the next 3 days chasing down those pee bubbles. Not a lot of fun. A few weeks later, I gave peeing into a water bottle a shot. I figured if it was contained, it could float around all it wants. However, since I was holding it a few inches away from myself, it bounced around the inside of the bottle for a bit, only to find its way back out. This time however, I was prepared and cut my flow off immediately and caught the few rogue bubbles the best way I could think of on the fly - in my mouth. In regards to if I swallowed them or not, well, whichever suits your imagination Since then, I’d tried several different options until I came across the Erlenmyer flask. The wide body allowed plenty of room for my ever expanding bladder to release into, while the narrow opening was perfect to press into myself to create a near perfect watertight seal. Which is exactly what I did immediately after ripping my underwear off. I lost a total of 3 small pee bubbles in the process as I dribbled. Not too shabby. 75% normal pressure - While I wasn’t actively peeing, I also wasn’t clenching my muscles as hard. I sort of just let the increasing air pressure push on my bladder and squeeze more and more out. It took a total of 15 more minutes for the pressure to return to baseline. I held the flask in place the entire time, watching it slowly fill slowly. A gush here, a dribble there. A straight out stream for a bit. When the meter read 100%, I finally started allowing myself to pee, releasing my muscles completely, even pushing a little at the end. 3.1 liters. By FAR the most I’d ever gone at one time. By far. It was amazing to look at, floating and sloshing in the flask. It was difficult to look at that volume and imagine all of it inside me just minutes ago. I can’t help but smile thinking back to to some of those moments. They’re what helped give me the confidence to embark on a very risky unsanctioned mission. As the Canadians approach, I’m standing here, taking my last wee into the designated receptacle (a glorified vacuum hose with a funnel vaguely shaped to fit around a human’s privates at the end). For the duration of their planned 28 hour visit, I have no intention of utilizing the pee vacuum. It’s a crew of two males coming to meet me and set up their bay. I’ve peed in front of males before. Especially in college on Friday nights after the bar. But more recently during training. Fun fact - it was a requirement for our “Biological homeostasis and endurance” course. Let me tell you, peeing in front of my four classmates was by a wide margin not the worst part of that class. I think this time it’s the fact of how small an area we’re sharing. There’s just something about pulling my pants down 2 feet from a stranger’s head in order to pee that just doesn’t work for me. I feel the station give a jolt for a moment and pull my underwear and pants back up. I have an empty bladder, 2 Canadians at my front door, and 28 hours until I’m back to my comfort zone - alone, naked, and a full bladder. Let’s see how this goes...
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    Missions

    1. Plus, cant be late for work
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    Biku's art

    @Biku is on a roll of a sudden. Hit after hit! Much obliged
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    Biku's art

    You are a phenomenal artist my friend
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    System

    1.4 ”Right... So we should.... We need to get to work,” Jessica said in an effort to calm her insides down. “Sure, of course,” James agreed, knowing it wasn’t a great idea to continue staring at what was essentially a naked woman in front of his coworker. Especially his female coworker. Wait... his female coworker. James has an idea. “Hey Jess?” ”Hmm?” ”You’re a female,” James started. “Last time I checked,” Jess answered, wondering where exactly James was going with this. “And you’re almost exactly the same size as the System.” ”I mean, not exactly the same. She engineered, I work out. There’s a difference.” ”But you’re close.” ”I guess we’re similar, yes,” Jessica agreed. “James, what exactly are you suggesting here?” ”We should try to cover the System up a little. Not let her be just so... naked right in front of us.” ”I’m not giving her my clothes,” Jessica said bluntly. “No! Not your clothes. That’s not what I meant.” ”Then what exactly did you mean?” Jessica asked, knowing she was not going to like any answer he provided. “I thought, maybe you could give her your underwear,” James said more weakly than he intended. “You’re out of your mind.” ”Jess, think about it. You stay fully clothed, and then we don’t have a naked woman distracting us while we work,” James argued. “Distracting you,” Jess countered before continuing. “Alright. But if you look for even a second while I’m taking them off...” Jessica threatened. “Actually, I was gonna head back upstairs anyway,” James said. “Why?” “It would be useful for one of us to be in the office to manage the System from that end while one is down here to relay back the effects,” James offered. “We both have our radios. “Okay, that makes sense. But what’s the real reason?” Jessica asked, knowing James too well to accept that as his reason. “I um... I really sort of have to pee actually,” James admitted sheepishly. “I had to go a little before we came down, but then all those stairs didn’t help and now seeing the System like that knowing she also has a full bladder and anything we do is going to be bladder centered. Yeah, I have to go.” ”What if I had to go?” Jessica asked, partly because she did, but partly because she wanted to see how James would respond. “Do you have pee?” James asked. ”First of all, woman don’t pee. We tinkle, or have a wee, or use the restroom,” Jess started. “Secondly, no, I don’t have to. But what if I did?” She lied. She couldn’t admit it was becoming long past when she should have gone. ”Well, you don’t have to. And I do. Call it whatever you want, but I’m heading upstairs to do it, then I’ll radio down and we can resolve the System issue.” James said more sternly. As he left, it was just Jess and the System in a small room. Both with filling bladders. One clothed. One stark nude. As Jessica heard the gait at the end of the hall open, then close, she knew she was properly alone. She took the opportunity to look around the dark room. The right wall was covered in scratches, deep into the stone. She could only imagine what had caused them. The right corner held a yellow porcelain sink. It was covered in an inch of dust, but it gave Jessica hope as she turned to her left. And there it was. A toilet. A toilet that had no water in the bowel she noticed as she got closer. A toilet that didn’t flush as she pushed on the handle. A toilet that didn’t have a scrap of toilet paper anywhere to be found, or used. A toilet that made her realize that she actually really needed to go, but couldn’t. She felt trapped. Jessica took a deep breath and decided she could at least start working on getting the System covered up. She was alone, and had some time to waste as it would take James a while to get back upstairs. She stayed behind the System. It felt too weird to do this in front, where her eyes, though mechanical, could see her. Jessica dropped her pants first and folded them neatly, placing them on top of her shoes, since she had nowhere else to keep them. She took one last look around the room before pulling her high wasted panties down. They weren’t particularly flattering, but they were comfortable. And she’d been working long hours recently. Comfort mattered. As she lifted one leg, then the other to get them off, the toilet next to her became a much more appealing temptation. Even though she couldn’t flush it or wipe herself, she had a decent bladder bulge and it was quite hard. Things were getting serious. She also held her undies up to the light and pulled off 3 of her hairs from the crotch area of them. Long work hours recently meant she had let her personal hairs get a little unruly. And since the System’s groin area was pristinely hairless, there would be no questioning where they came from if anyone found them. She tossed them into the toilet she couldn’t but wanted to use. Jessica pulled her pants back on, cursing as she slid the zipper up. Now what? > pull her bra off, then put both on the System > Head back upstairs to use the bathroom there. She could either tell James, or attempt to hide it from him. > Just start working on the System. Clothing and full bladder be damned. > Other
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    Choosing not to go

    As the next bit of wee was creeping further from my bladder, and closer to my panties, I knew I had to do something. I was facing the very real potential of actually wetting myself. A car drove past me on the side shoulder, and I could see that it took the exit just up ahead. The exit I wanted to take. The exit I needed to take. I pulled off into the breakdown lane and started driving towards the exit and my relief. At the bottom of the exit ramp, I looked both ways, more to see what public building (and restroom) was nearby than to actually look for oncoming cars. To my left, nothing of any use. To my right, a grocery store. That would work. Just as I pulled onto the road, I felt it. That small bit of wee that I felt flowing through my urethra squirted out of me with force, straight into my underwear as my bladder contracted. The contraction caused an actual substantial amount of wee to be squeezed out, into my exhausted urethra. I felt a few drops dribble out, this time dripping down and running along my womanhood, making me feel soaked. The left turn light was by some chance green and I was able to immediately pull into the parking lot. I took a deep breath to mentally prepare myself for any outcome. I honestly didn’t know what was about to happen other than I was going to pee in the next few minutes. In a toilet, in my pants, half and half. Who knows. But I couldn’t hold it any more. I got out of my car, and felt a little more wee come out as I stood up. Walking in (which was more of a hobble jog), I felt dribble after squirt after drip. Straight to the back of the store and I saw the restroom sign. And my bladder knew I was close. I was no longer squirting, or dribbling, or dripping. No, I now had a very slow, but very constant stream pouring into my underwear, and down my legs. I was wetting myself in the middle of a store. I gave up and ran the last few yards, straight into the bathroom, straight into the first stall, straight onto the toilet with my jeans down, but I hadn’t managed to grab my underwear at the same time. I was sitting on the toilet, peeing full force into already dripping wet underwear, with the stall door wide open, and the bathroom door slowly closing as it was one of those anti slam kind. I made direct eye contact with no less the 3 people in line at the deli in front of the bathrooms before the door closed. I counted this as a win. I had technically made it. My jeans only showed very little if any wetness. My panties were a lost cause on the other hand. I rinsed them out in the sink after finishing and cleaning myself up and wrapped them up in some paper towels before shoving them into my pocket. It was an embarrassing walk out to my car, but I had an empty bladder (that was actually full again by the time I made it to my destination) and dry jeans, as well as a story to tell
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    System

    1.3 ”I’ve never actually seen the System,” James admitted. “Neither have I,” Jessica agreed. “How will we know what we’re looking at or what to do?” Their Boss took a deep breath, clearly growing frustrated with the conversation. “Ya know how it feels when you gotta take a royal piss?” He asked, already anticipating the email from HR. “It’ll kinda be like that. Now go!” He turned and left the room. ”I’m lost,” James said to Jessica. It wasn’t particularly hard to confuse him, though this time, Jessica didn’t have an answer. After a few minutes of silently attempting to figure out what their boss meant, the both stood up and left their office, beginning the long descent the Pit. For the first several floors, James attempted to verbally work his way through his confusion. “I mean, if I have to go that bad, I just whip it out. Of course, there is the rare occasion where I’m already going before actually aiming. But how would we see that on the System?” ”While I appreciate that mental image I’ll now never be able to get out of my head, can we just work on this separately?” Jessica said as James stopped talking. She wasn’t sure if it was James talking about his ability to just whip it out, or the repetition of her foot against one concrete step after another with no end in sight, but her slight twinge had now become a dull weight in the bottom of her abdomen. On the plus side, she finally remembered the last time she allowed herself some relief of the porcelain variety - about 5:30 this morning, before her shower to get ready for work. It made sense she was starting to need to go again. She made a mental note to go the next time an opportunity arose. Being lost in thought had its advantages as they reached the end of the stairs twenty two floors below ground. For how much money this company spent, they could’ve splurged on an elevator. The security guard at a serious looking gait stopped the pair and asked for ID’s. Jessica provides them while James said, “James Lucina and Jessica Arnesmith from HUD control here to see the System. The security guard whistled and handed back their ID’s. “Not often we get anyone from so high up down here. You 2 need an escort?” ”We’ll be alright,” Jessica quickly said, motioning for the gait to be unlocked. Once inside, the pair made their way down the narrow stone tunnel as the gait was locked behind them, from the outside. They turned a corner to find themselves looking into a small brick room, with relatively poor lighting. Despite that, both their mouths dropped open. In the middle of the room stood the System. In unison, they both started, “She’s...” Jessica finished her sentence with, “beautiful.” James said at the same time, “naked.” The System before then was a figure of the most visually attractive female either had ever seen before, created by a panel of engineers, artists, Doctors, models... It was designed to be as perfect proportions as possible. James didn’t want Jessica to see, but he was starting to get hard. Jessica would never admit it to James, but she was a little wet. They should now > Head back upstairs having seen the System > Dive in and attempt to solve the problem while in the room with the System > Go back and ask the guard for an escort > Try to find a way to clothe the System > Take a look around the room for anything that could be useful
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    female Unintentionally proud

    I was at work today just going about my day when I started to feel the need to go. As per usual, I was in a big meeting with probably 40 other people including a few of the Leadership. Not the time to go. An hour and a half later, the meeting finally ended and while I had to go, it was certainly not urgent. It honestly wasn’t even a hold. It was just a delayed wee. I went to the ladies room with another woman from a different department. We went into stalls next to each and both began going about he same time. She finishes and leaves the stall to wash her hands. I’m still going. She finishes washing her hands and adjusts her makeup a little in the mirror. I’m still going. Another woman walks in a starts going as that first woman leaves. I’m still going. The second woman finishes and leaves the stall to wash her hands. I’m still going. The second woman finishes washing her hands and leaves. I finally finish. While it was a bit of a weak stream today as I haven’t been drinking much water and wasn’t particularly pushing or anything, I was still just a little proud. Made me feel like I had a proper monster bladder. Anybody ever have that feeling? Makes your day just a little bright
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    Missions

    I’m voting for 3 Zia. I know it’s just a fictional story, but middle school is just a bit young for me to feel comfortable with. So that narrowed it down to Carly and Zia as the only two viable options in my mind. Otherwise, interesting idea
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    Power’s Out

    Finally! I finally got a chance to finish writing about that night over a month ago. Long over due. I apologize for all the waiting and thank you for the patience! So without further hesitation, here goes! I followed Mrs. Smith outside, and down a small path leading into the wooded area behind our building. We walked along the soggy trail for about 30 seconds, just long enough to be out of sight of the building. We reached a large bush and stopped. Mrs. Smith turned to me and said, “Go ahead, dear.” ”Go ahead where?” I asked. “Where do you think is best for me to keep watch for you?” ”No, I meant go ahead behind the bush and relieve yourself,” She said to my great disbelief. I’m sure my mouth gaped open for a moment. “What... What do you mean?” I asked, still attempting to maintain my story that I was alright. On the walk, I had thought about it and realized I could “just try since we’re here” after Mrs. Smith had gone, but now she had completely caught me off guard. “I’m only here to keep watch for you,” I continued. “And you will, because everything I said inside is true. I haven’t gone since before the power went out and quite need to now. Actually rather badly,” She admitted without the slightest hint of embarrassment. “But you haven’t been completely honest with me,” She continued on. “You have to relieve yourself, don’t you?” “Why do you say that?” I asked. “You’ve moved in a very slow, gentle manner since coming back with my husband and said you didn’t have to a little too quickly,” She called me out. “Sierra, I raised a daughter. I know how embarrassing these things can be. But please be honest with me. No matter how embarrassing or silly it feels. I like to think of you as my second daughter and that you can always be open and honest with me. No matter what. And especially with something as simple as a bodily function.” I teared up as she said this and gave her a big motherly hug as soon as she finished. We embraced for some time before I let go and she said, “Now please, you go first. But do be quick, I’m not sure I can hold it too much longer.” ”Thank you,” I said. “And I will be.” I darted behind the bush and squatted down, unleashing a rather strong stream. It felt amazing! But I felt bad about. My stream was strong and forcefully hitting the ground in front of me, making a loud splashing noise. I felt bad making Mrs. Smith listen to my relief while she was standing there in great need herself. Despite still having a halfway filled bladder, I cut back my stream. From forceful, to strong, to average, down to weak, and finally the last few drops. It was uncomfortable stopping like that, and I still had to go, but not nearly as bad anymore. I’d be alright for the foreseeable future. I wiped with one of the tissues Mrs. Smith grabbed before leaving the apartment and pulled my pants up, stepping around to the front of the bush again. “Oh thank goodness,” I heard Mrs. Smith whisper as she dashed behind the bush just as I stepped back onto the narrow path. Walking back to the apartment, Mrs. Smith said, “You know, Sierra, if you kept going with that stream of yours for another few seconds, I don’t think I would have made it. Oh to be young and strong again.” While I still had to wee, more than I may have like, I was glad I had made the decision to stop early to allow her to go. After the last few minutes of her both confiding in me, and allowing me to go first despite her being very desperate (from the sounds of it, borderline wetting herself), I was happy to manage an awkwardly full bladder for the night since it meant she had her relief. After getting back to the apartment, we all went right to bed. It took me a while to fall asleep. I always have some trouble sleeping when I have to go. Eventually, I did find some rest. I don’t remember when I feel asleep, but I woke up out of a nice dream. Mad I returned to the real world from my dream, one thing became evident - I needed to wee. Badly. My short wee last night combined with the rest of the fluids I had been drinking yesterday in preparation for a hold led to a very full bladder now. It was the kind of full where unless I was purposefully doing a hold, I would make it a point to get to the bathroom quickly. Like run there kind of quickly. Like run there holding myself with my pants / undies already half way down kind of quickly. But that wasn’t an option for a few reasons. The first, I didn’t know if the power had come back on yet. Easy enough, I rolled over and flicked the switch on the lamp. The lightbulb came on, illuminating the room completely with the early morning sunlight. Good, one hurdle out of the way. The second reason though, was also my main reason. I was a guest. I couldn’t justify running down my host’s hallway to fling myself onto their guest toilet and release an absurd amount of pee forcefully. Knowing Mrs. Smith, she probably cleaned their guest bathroom just for me before Mr. Smith came to get me. I couldn’t bring myself to dirty it just in time to leave. No, I would hold it until I got back to my apartment. Even if that meant there was a chance I wouldn’t be able to hold it all the way as my whole lower abdomen started to throb. I got out of bed and quickly packed the few things I had brought over as well as changed the sheets to a new pair. My urethra felt nothing but pressure the entire time and I’m not too ashamed to admit I sort of potty danced my way through these tasks. I composed myself as best I could and stepped out of my temporary room to find the Smiths in their kitchen drinking coffee and eating some take out breakfast food. I thanked them so much for their generosity, hugging each in turn. I had to go so bad that the hugs almost hurt, but were so worth it. These two are amazing people and caring neighbors. Mrs. Smith insisted I stay for breakfast, citing that most of my food had probably spoiled overnight. I politely declined her several offers. I fibbed and said I need to go home and get ready and that I’d be meeting some friends for brunch. I think she saw right through my lie, but didn’t say anything. I thanked them again and was just about to leave when Mr. Smith (probably with the coercion of Mrs. Smith), said it was still early, and he would walk me back to my apartment to make sure I was safe. I didn’t have a choice. I had to accept and would have to rely on nothing more than my pelvic muscles to keep holding for me. I’m sure I walked back slightly bent over and certainly with some haste, but Mr. Smith didn’t bring attention to it. We hugged once more at my door and he reminded me that if I ever needed anything, they’d be there for me. I appreciated it and opened my door, shutting it as casually as I could behind to not draw attention to my current state. As soon as I locked the door, my pants and undies came down, hand pushed straight up into crotch, and feet just about flew into my bathroom. I made it, but just barely. I noticed a drop on the front of the seat as I was going. I also noticed the overnight pad I had put in last night before leaving had done it’s job. At some point last night, I had a moment where I couldn’t hold it. That’s it for that night. Finally! I hope you enjoyed the read about as much as I enjoyed sitting on my toilet that morning.