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    Aquamin got a reaction from Esitaro3670 in Tiny Stories and Poems (of Desperation!)   
    Relief
    It had been so long since last she had relief.
    A 14-hour shift with only two breaks.
    Oh, how she cursed the litre bottle, "I can hold it" so she thought.
    Now she stares through tear-filled eyes at the stairway to her relief.
    Twenty aching steps.
    Twenty times pain raced through her bulging bladder.
    Twenty times the ocean inside her felt as if it were to burst out.
    Twenty times her underwear was threatened with a violent soaking.
    At last, the toilet was in sight, her piss pounding to be let out.
    But oh, it was not to be.
    A blockage in the system, a halt to her relief.
    It seemed all hope of saved panties were gone; the floor about to become a new river.
    But then, in the corner, she saw her salvation.
    Panties hit the floor.
    Her bladder wins before she is ready.
    A thick stream between her thighs as she rushes over.
    Bottom down on the sink, a firehose gusher coming out.
    The warmth splashed all over her butt.
    At last, she had relief.
    Sweet, orgasmic relief.
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    Aquamin got a reaction from Esitaro3670 in Unleashing a river (Based on Biku art)   
    https://www.omorashi.org/uploads/monthly_2020_02/bwpee.png.b3c18d332fd28c03ea0516337eea7e68.png  Based on this lovely art piece by best Waifu Biku and endorsed by him to post on the org.
     
    So I suppose I should introduce myself to you guys. Hi, I'm Amelia, 21 at the time of the story and writing. I'm currently in university away from my native Baltimore and living it up with my two roommates/besties; Beth and Maddy. We live, love and laugh together; and they are the reason I'm writing this. Lemme tell you something about myself: I hate using public restrooms. It doesn't matter shit where it is Uni, cafe, museum or even the fucking library; I won't use their facilities. I don't even know why if I'm honest, just never really liked public lavatories. Perhaps obviously, this has led to some close calls and near misses. Bushes have been a panty saver on many occasions. But not on the time I'm gonna tell you about. 
     
     
    Quick description of myself and clothes: 5,3 with B cups, black medium length hair, green eyes and caucasian. I was wearing a black skirt, blue jacket, black knee-high socks ( i adore them to death), some cheap sneakers and most importantly a pair of white panties with black seam.
     
     
    So my day goes as it ordinarily does, classes, studying and shooting the shit. However, the day was as hot as hell. Everyone was sweating buckets throughout the entire day. Loads of people were gulping down water, myself kinda included. I reckon I had drunk around 700ml by the time I packed up to head out at 5pm. Important to note I hadn't taken a piss since 2:30pm so, I was feeling a little need to empty the tank. Of course, I would have to walk back to my dorm for this; no problem since its only a quick hop from where I was chilling out listening to some Queen. So I take my stuff and make my way out of the building, hands in my empty jacket pockets and "Its a kind of magic"playing in my ears. I sing out loud sometimes, and that is one of my favs to do so too. My dorm building is right across the forum from the building I was in, just FYI.
     
    So I and my slightly full bladder skip our mellow ass over to the awkwardly heavy front double doors of my dorm building and heave them open. Stairs are so tiring, but I need my exercise so up I go. Within moments I'm at the door to my dorm, thinking do I go and piss right now or have a cheeky lil hold? Turns out it will be neither. The door opens for me, and Maddy latches herself onto me. "What's up, Amelia? Had a good time studying for your biology exam while I and Beth be making plans?" She said this all within like 5 seconds, the gal's a bomb of energy. I'm studying to become a doc if you wanted to know. While I was in her grizzly bear strength death hug, she squished my bladder ever so slightly; felt nice if I'm honest, not too much discomfort. I pry myself from her vice-like grip "It was pretty relaxing if I'm straight with you Mad's, (her nickname) just sitting back with a book, good fucking music and an ice-cool bottle of H2O."
     
    Beth comes out of her bedroom, blanket around her arms and flannel on her head. "Maddy, for the 30th time I ain't coming to the bar tonight; I look like I've been dragged through the dump." She sniffled after every word, and her hair was in such a shambles; flu is a bitch. "I know, I know," Maddy keeps her distance from Beth while saying this, she doesn't want the bug Beth has. Especially not on her birthday. What exactly was the big plan I hear you ask dear reader? Get absolutely fucking wasted because it is her 21st. Well, that was the plan. "Humph, fine then Amelia is coming with me" she demanded, sounding like a bitchy anime character. And with those words, my evening was decided; you do not argue with Maddy when she has her mind set on something. Now you might be saying "Amelia you can just go to the bathroom now before you leave your dorm. Its only 5pm and there is no way she can seriously ask you not to pee before you leave." Why yes I could have gone. I could have wandered into the bathroom, whipped down my undies and pissed on the usually warm toilet. But unfortunately, I couldn't.
     
    Beth had rendered the toilet a no go until the uni's caretakers came, at 7pm. Maddy wanted to leave at 6pm. What about the dormitory's communal toilets? Nope, they are public toilets. The one pisser in the entire city I felt comfy using was out of order. Well shit, guess I was holding for the long term because I don't want to let down Mad's on her 21st birthday. I was worried a bit, but I thought I could hold firm until we got back; whenever that was. 
     
    So I spent the next hour waiting for Maddy to get finished up, making sure to drink not even a sip; I needed as much mileage out of my bladder as possible. Gotta admit though, Maddy looked like the bomb. Strawberry blonde up in a ponytail with blue jeans and red hoodie. "You ready to go?" she asked, a mix of excitement and impatience in her voice. I got off the bed and nodded, I played the moment from ROTJ where Lando says "Here goes nothing" in my head for some reason. So we both head out, two girls looking for a good time. Everything is gonna be perfect, Maddy has the bar she wanted to go to and even what drink she was gonna order decided. She took us to the wrong street. Then missed the bar's huge ass sign on the right street, fuck me she can be a bit dim. The third time was the charm, and we were in the bar only about an hour later than expected. And she said it was a quick walk.
     
     
    So the time was around 7:45, we found two barstools and made our order. 
    She made her choice first, a small beer can; nothing too fancy. I'm not the biggest fan of alcohol, so I bought a Pepsi. Quick bladder report: I'm at the point of "I probably should try and pee soon." My bladder was not hurting or anything, just bit uncomfy. Not how I'd like to be, but no need for alarm. So then the waiter (a guy named Jeff, he's a nice dude) brings out the drinks. Small beer for Maddy, and a fucking litre of coke for me. My jaw was somewhere between my thigh highs and my pussy, I could feel it quiver in terror at the sight of this monster. A few seconds ago I was chill, now I was pretty heckin unchill. Can you picture someone holding a plastic bag, partially full, and then bumping a litre bottle of Pepsi into it? That was how I was picturing that drink and my bladder, just noisily pouring a litre into my bladder. The confidence I had before: smashed. The "hey, gonna be a nice night" attitude: washed away in black, bubbly, fizzy beverages. I checked the menu; what did I actually order? "1 litre Pepsi supreme, meant for couples." There was no chance Maddy was sharing this with me, she hates sharing cutlery let alone a drink. I could just leave part of the drink, but then Maddy might think I'm not well or enjoying the evening. I was trapped between a barstool and a soda.
     
    FIZZZZZ. Maddy cracked open her cold one and looked at me with a face that would make a Soviet commissar go "awwww." "Bottoms up, Amelia!!" She clicked our drinks together, causing a few millilitres of pop to flow out. I watched it splash against the dark tile floor, not understanding that it was almost like an omen of what was to come. "Yeah," I said with a touch of apprehension "bottoms up." Maddy immediately knocked back her can, loudly gulping down for about 3 seconds. Her fucking facial reaction killed me. "UUUUUUWUWWUWWWUWWUEGGGGGGGGGGG" she screeched, killing me even more "that tastes like bulls piss." She slapped herself on the chest and quickly asked the waiter for an apple juice. "Hahahaa, how would you know what bulls piss tastes like?" My amusement at her situation was obvious. "Fuck you, Amelia, go suck off James from next door" she jokingly retorted, giggling and coughing. "Bitch you know imma lesbian, so it would be Jessica from down the hall." "I'll tell her that" she half-joking half-seriously threatened. "You won't, Maddy, no balls." "Literally you idiot, I got a puss puss like you; but i seriously will unless you do something." "Oh yeah, what?" I put my mouth to my humongous mug and took a sip. She smiled "Chug it." 
     
    I know I know, it was a dumb idea to do so. But I was hyped up on banter energy, dare daringness and slight worry she would tell Jessica (who is actually not attracted to). Within a minute, I had taken it all in. The 1 litre that, I would have spaced over an hour or more, had made its way to my bladder in one swoop. It suddenly dawned on me how bad I had fucked up. I was not a 100% certain at that time, but part of me knew this wasn't gonna end well.
     
    Now here is where I would put what I and Maddy were doing for the next 3 hours. That's right, 3 hours. I left the bar at 10:45pm exactly. I would put what I and Maddy were doing, but most of it is personal stuff and boring so I won't. What I will tell you is that I love this woman for what she did at 9:36. She moved us to a secluded table, where neither she nor anyone else could see me under it. My hand was glued my crotch squeezing myself with a grip that could bend steel. My thigh high's were rubbed together so quickly as I bounded my crossed legs I almost wore a hole in them. My legs ached from how much I shook. By the 10:45 I couldn't take it anymore. I made an excuse to Maddy, saying I felt unwell and needed to return to the dorm. She understood, probably thinking I caught what Beth had, and bade me farewell.
     
     
    The warm sunlight had been banished by the dark night, the chill not helping my situation. The streets had life, but not enough to make it feel crowded. I was visibly sweating and in discomfort. My legs were constantly rubbing together, and I had to fight to keep myself from shoving my hands hard into my crotch. It was desperation like I had never felt before. My bladder didn't know if it wanted to expand or let everything out in a tidal wave of piss. Honestly, all I wanted was to sleep; I was exhausted. My tiptoe steps were delicate and precise. One wrong move and I would be adding another river to this city. My bladder was like a weight under me, dragging me down and impeding my movement. I was so full and desperate I thought something was wrong with me, I considered calling 911; but quickly came to my senses. My breathing was almost gasp-like, I sucked in air like it was going out of style. The streets and building seemed to go on forever, my dorm and relief so far but so close. I was cursing and moaning as I went along, I feel so sorry for the old lady who heard me.
     
    Eventually, I came upon the place that brings me here; a destination that fate willed me to go to. An alleyway with no entrances to businesses and a dumpster to hide behind. When I laid eyes on that big blue son of a bitch, a roll of thunder came. It was like a sign from the heavens. Although it was actually the F-16s from the nearby Air Force Base. I locked eyes with it, clint Eastwood style, ready for its move. Yeah, this batshit moment lasted a few seconds before my bladder was like "hey, I'm about to dump Niagra falls, Lake Victoria and every other large body of water into your panties." So, with what felt like a ton of urine in my belly, I "hurried" behind this dumpster. A dead-end; perfect. I can let it go in a dark alley, with no witnesses. But not in the perfectly good toilet in the bar. Well, no use overthinking things now.
     
    So I hook my thumbs around the black seam of my panties and tug them down to where my knee socks end. Totally dry by some miracle. I adopt a doubled over stance, hands clasped, elbows rested on my knees. I spread my legs and prepare myself. All the while, my bladder muscles are screaming at me to let go. My bladder is pushing with all its might to get my brain to let go. As soon as I think my shoes are out of the blast zone, I give in.
     
    Lemme tell you something. Holy shit. Fucking god. Jesus on a bike, bitches on a trike, you have no idea the sheer bliss I felt. My bladder didn't pee, or piss, or firehose, or spray, or spurt. Go onto youtube and look up "emergency dam discharges." Now take the most powerful one you can find and double it. The pee screamed out of me like a gusher, an absolute rush of warm liquid. The splattering against the dry ground was orgasmic on its own. I could feel the ripples through my bladder as it pumped out piss, it was like someone squeezing a bottle. It pushed my urethra wide open and soaked my entire crotch, not just my vagina, the whole crotch. My thighs, despite being spread wide, were getting a thin coating of my hot pee. My thigh highs got their inner sides saturated, my shoes became like swimming pool's edges. The steam began to rise like someone had set off a special effect, I was sure that something was on fire due to the heat and force of the stream. And my bladder was still full as hell. I had peeked down a few times at it while walking, and it bulged at least a few inches. I touched it once, with my pinky finger as gently as possible. My bladder was literally steel. I have no other way of explaining its weight or its hardness. I moaned so god damn loud I was like a hentai character getting dicked good 'n' hard. But Nah, I'm a lesbian anyway, it was just an Atlantic ocean leaving my bladder.
     
    1 and a half minutes of this display of this forceful bladder contents removal went by before the stream slowed. After another minute and my long hold's dramatic ending was over. I was a panting mess. My heart was racing, loins dying for attention and a puddle the size of Washington DC under my soaked feet. But hey, at least my panties were dry. Or were they? I checked with my fingers and found they were a little damp, but not much. I took a moment to gather myself, then pulled up my panties. The squelch and splash underfoot as I left my artificial ocean behind almost made me orgasm. Out in the street, no one was aware of what I did; and I intended to keep it that way.
     
     Quickly, though careful not to rub my lower region too much with my thighs, I left the area and made my way back to my dorm. beth was asleep, the poor girl needed her rest, so I stayed as quiet as I could. A note on the bathroom door informed me that the caretakers had been around and fixed the toilet. Better late than never, I suppose. I took a quick shower, threw my clothes into the wash and scribbled some notes about the day in my diary. That's all I remember before tiredness overtook me and I fell into a deep and well-deserved sleep.
     
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    Aquamin got a reaction from Zepherah in Biku Commission thread   
    Amazing art as always Biku. I like the bladder bulge comparison in particular.
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    Aquamin got a reaction from Tentacool in Tiny Stories and Poems (of Desperation!)   
    Relief
    It had been so long since last she had relief.
    A 14-hour shift with only two breaks.
    Oh, how she cursed the litre bottle, "I can hold it" so she thought.
    Now she stares through tear-filled eyes at the stairway to her relief.
    Twenty aching steps.
    Twenty times pain raced through her bulging bladder.
    Twenty times the ocean inside her felt as if it were to burst out.
    Twenty times her underwear was threatened with a violent soaking.
    At last, the toilet was in sight, her piss pounding to be let out.
    But oh, it was not to be.
    A blockage in the system, a halt to her relief.
    It seemed all hope of saved panties were gone; the floor about to become a new river.
    But then, in the corner, she saw her salvation.
    Panties hit the floor.
    Her bladder wins before she is ready.
    A thick stream between her thighs as she rushes over.
    Bottom down on the sink, a firehose gusher coming out.
    The warmth splashed all over her butt.
    At last, she had relief.
    Sweet, orgasmic relief.
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    Aquamin got a reaction from LeinRa in Aquamin’s short stories   
    Warspite's eyes fluttered open, the black hole like darkness slowly fading as she adjusted. "wwwuhhh?" she groaned groggily. She didn't know what time it was but, from how dark the room was, she assumed it was very early in the morning. She rubbed her face and eyes, feeling the familiar touch her faux silk gloves. She shifted slightly around realising she was still in her normal clothes. I should really go and change she thought to herself. A loud snore filled her ears; Queen Elizabeth was sleeping in the bed next to her. Warspite wasn't too worried about waking up her liege. The queen was a famously heavy sleeper who would only awake to the siren call of Belfast's tea.
     
    Warspite swung her legs out to jump out of bed, the throbbing ache in her bladder hit her like a full broadside. She almost shouted, warm urine pushing to get out, but managed to keep herself under control. Be more careful with the tea-drinking before bed girl she thought to herself. Warspite warily pushed herself to the edge of the bed and let her legs dangle, before reaching down and fishing around for the chamber pot. She felt her fingers tap against the porcelain and wrapped them around the handle. Slosh. The sound made her heart drop. A quick glance between her legs confirmed her fears; the glinting of moonlight on urine. The chamber pot was packed to the brim, obviously filled by more than one visit within the last few hours, with no room for Warspite to relieve her great need.
     
    A small amount of panic slipped into her mind. She knew her bladder was dangerously full and soon, only within minutes, there would be a puddle under her. There was only one option open; she would have to make a dash for the bathroom. Carefully popping the full chamber pot down, making sure not to spill the cooling contents, she pushed herself off onto her feet. A bladder spasm quickly ambushed her. She crossed her legs at the ankles and pushed a hand into her black knickers. The smallest wet spot you could imagine, hardly even feelable, appeared on them. No no no no keep control she willed to herself, beginning to stagger towards the door. Behind her, Queen Elizabeth slept serenely in her bed, a large urine puddle around her thighs. 
     
    Warspite poked her head out of the open doorway and checked if the coast was clear; there was not a soul in sight. She began an awkward waddle down the hallway to the lavatory, her footsteps quietly echoing around. Both of her hands were now shoved against her panties; her fingers were even squeezing her lips shut to help herself hold. She soon came across the familiar oak wood door of the royal loo, the bronze panel on it bore an engraving of a crown along with WC. She breathed a sigh of relief as she grasped the knob and turned. Nothing. She turned it again. Nothing. seizing the handle and with a grunt of effort, she twisted the knob. Nothing. If a royal knight would ever cry now would be the time. Relief was so near yet so far away, a few inches of carved wood stopped her from the relief she so frantically craved. But alas it seemed as if dry underwear was nought but a dream. Her bladder was about to explode.
     
     
    A door behind her opened, things could not get any worse. "Please" begged Warspite tearfully "go away. Leave me alone to get this humiliation over with." "I would never abandon you" came the reply. Belfast stepped up alongside Warspite, a large towel in hand. She was dressed in a white thigh-length nightdress and nothing else. "The toilet is unfortunately locked for repair work tomorrow morning, and my key is in the office. By the time I got there and back, I suspect I would be cleaning your puddle." The statements did not help Warspite "Go into the room and chuck out the chamber pot, then return here with it" ordered Warspite. "And empty it where exactly? The toilet is locked" retorted Belfast with just a hint of cheek. Warspite knew it was folly to try anything else. Or was it?
     
    "The towel, quickly" she barked, her control slipping further and further. The faint taps of liquid on wood were heard as her bladder began to relax. Belfast knew better than to question what she was doing and handed Warspite the large green towel she had brought out from her room. Warspite's left hand grabbed the towel and ruffled it into a tight ball; her right pulled her panties aside. A jet of steaming hot piss managed to spray out of her before the towel was thrust directly against her bare vagina. The relief was immediate and orgasmic, her bladder was voiding itself like a pump; a thick stream soaking into the towel "haaaaaaaaaa, erm ahem" her face turning beetroot red at her involuntary moan. Belfast simply giggled. The towel started to become heavy and hot after 20 seconds of Warspite's piss river, a sizeable amount of the clear liquid began to splatter on the floor. Warspite was long past the point of caring the relief and feeling of pleasure were too great.
     
    After a minute of firehose like urinating Warspite was empty and exhausted. "Bloodly hell" her panting breaking up each word. "The royal shower room is still open if you wish to clean up miss Warspite," said Belfast, she had already retrieved another towel from her room. "Yes, I think I will" Warspite responded. Shaking her feet to get the urine off her shoes, she began her short walk to the showers. Before entering, she turned back to where Belfast was. Despite the fact she should be sleeping, Belfast was hard at work cleaning away the evidence of Warspite's incident. At times like this, Warspite was glad for her unnatural dedication to duty.



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    Aquamin got a reaction from LeinRa in Aquamin’s short stories   
    Dido’s face suddenly scrunched up, her teeth gritted and eyes shut tight. Belfast lifted her gaze from the watch in her hand “Shall I stop the timer?” Dido’s eyes became wet as she slowly nodded. Sheffield, her expression blank like an automaton, simply watched and waited. The click of the stopwatch signalled to Dido that the test was over.
    Her legs began to shake violently as she let go, a port’s worth of piss pushing out of her tired bladder. Her white thigh highs were stained with streaks all the to her feet, warm streams making their way down both of her long legs. An involuntary sigh of relief escaped her mouth as the pressure died. The light yellow puddle grew rapidly underneath her, a few jets of hot urine falling directly from her panties. The loud splashing began to quiet after a few minutes although, in the state she was in, Dido did not know or care. All she could feel was blissful, heavenly relief. The flow ended shortly after.
    “5 hours, 45 minutes and 36 seconds, very good Dido” announced Belfast. Despite the tiredness and relief she was feeling, not to mention the uncomfortable, damp and rapidly cooling underwear, Dido returned to an elegant and formal pose. “Thank you, miss Belfast, did I pass the test?" Sheffield, quiet and practically unmoving up to this point, step up to the puddle and examined it not unlike how a doctor would examine a patient. If gazes could kill then Sheffield’s was a WMD. It was no secret that Sheffield was an expert when it came to Urine related matters, that’s why she had the final say in this test. 
    What test you may ask? The maid holding test of course. They have to go hours without a break, Belfast even went for a whole day without stopping, so a strong bladder is mandatory. Drink 2 litres and hold it. Last  4 and a half hours and you have passed. If only it were that simple. However, inside the maids own little community there is an expectation to not only hold for a while but to also pee a lot. You could just use. Measuring jug, but where’s the fun in that? A puddle left not of one’s choice was the preferred way of measurement. The criteria? If Sheffield likes it or not.
     
    Dido waited with almost unbeatable anticipation as Sheffield finished her hawk like circling. The puddle stretched for a good two feet from Dido’s high heels. “It is good enough,” said Sheffield, plain and unemotional. A smile lit up on Dido’s face. “You pass” the other two maids declared, one excitedly the other unnervingly robotic. 
     
    Hello everyone, it’s good to be back. My writer’s spirit unfortunately died for a few weeks, but now I’m back and ready to make a lot of panties very wet. This topic is just for random short story ideas, and for me to get back into the swing of things.

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    Aquamin got a reaction from Mistress26 in Unleashing a river (Based on Biku art)   
    https://www.omorashi.org/uploads/monthly_2020_02/bwpee.png.b3c18d332fd28c03ea0516337eea7e68.png  Based on this lovely art piece by best Waifu Biku and endorsed by him to post on the org.
     
    So I suppose I should introduce myself to you guys. Hi, I'm Amelia, 21 at the time of the story and writing. I'm currently in university away from my native Baltimore and living it up with my two roommates/besties; Beth and Maddy. We live, love and laugh together; and they are the reason I'm writing this. Lemme tell you something about myself: I hate using public restrooms. It doesn't matter shit where it is Uni, cafe, museum or even the fucking library; I won't use their facilities. I don't even know why if I'm honest, just never really liked public lavatories. Perhaps obviously, this has led to some close calls and near misses. Bushes have been a panty saver on many occasions. But not on the time I'm gonna tell you about. 
     
     
    Quick description of myself and clothes: 5,3 with B cups, black medium length hair, green eyes and caucasian. I was wearing a black skirt, blue jacket, black knee-high socks ( i adore them to death), some cheap sneakers and most importantly a pair of white panties with black seam.
     
     
    So my day goes as it ordinarily does, classes, studying and shooting the shit. However, the day was as hot as hell. Everyone was sweating buckets throughout the entire day. Loads of people were gulping down water, myself kinda included. I reckon I had drunk around 700ml by the time I packed up to head out at 5pm. Important to note I hadn't taken a piss since 2:30pm so, I was feeling a little need to empty the tank. Of course, I would have to walk back to my dorm for this; no problem since its only a quick hop from where I was chilling out listening to some Queen. So I take my stuff and make my way out of the building, hands in my empty jacket pockets and "Its a kind of magic"playing in my ears. I sing out loud sometimes, and that is one of my favs to do so too. My dorm building is right across the forum from the building I was in, just FYI.
     
    So I and my slightly full bladder skip our mellow ass over to the awkwardly heavy front double doors of my dorm building and heave them open. Stairs are so tiring, but I need my exercise so up I go. Within moments I'm at the door to my dorm, thinking do I go and piss right now or have a cheeky lil hold? Turns out it will be neither. The door opens for me, and Maddy latches herself onto me. "What's up, Amelia? Had a good time studying for your biology exam while I and Beth be making plans?" She said this all within like 5 seconds, the gal's a bomb of energy. I'm studying to become a doc if you wanted to know. While I was in her grizzly bear strength death hug, she squished my bladder ever so slightly; felt nice if I'm honest, not too much discomfort. I pry myself from her vice-like grip "It was pretty relaxing if I'm straight with you Mad's, (her nickname) just sitting back with a book, good fucking music and an ice-cool bottle of H2O."
     
    Beth comes out of her bedroom, blanket around her arms and flannel on her head. "Maddy, for the 30th time I ain't coming to the bar tonight; I look like I've been dragged through the dump." She sniffled after every word, and her hair was in such a shambles; flu is a bitch. "I know, I know," Maddy keeps her distance from Beth while saying this, she doesn't want the bug Beth has. Especially not on her birthday. What exactly was the big plan I hear you ask dear reader? Get absolutely fucking wasted because it is her 21st. Well, that was the plan. "Humph, fine then Amelia is coming with me" she demanded, sounding like a bitchy anime character. And with those words, my evening was decided; you do not argue with Maddy when she has her mind set on something. Now you might be saying "Amelia you can just go to the bathroom now before you leave your dorm. Its only 5pm and there is no way she can seriously ask you not to pee before you leave." Why yes I could have gone. I could have wandered into the bathroom, whipped down my undies and pissed on the usually warm toilet. But unfortunately, I couldn't.
     
    Beth had rendered the toilet a no go until the uni's caretakers came, at 7pm. Maddy wanted to leave at 6pm. What about the dormitory's communal toilets? Nope, they are public toilets. The one pisser in the entire city I felt comfy using was out of order. Well shit, guess I was holding for the long term because I don't want to let down Mad's on her 21st birthday. I was worried a bit, but I thought I could hold firm until we got back; whenever that was. 
     
    So I spent the next hour waiting for Maddy to get finished up, making sure to drink not even a sip; I needed as much mileage out of my bladder as possible. Gotta admit though, Maddy looked like the bomb. Strawberry blonde up in a ponytail with blue jeans and red hoodie. "You ready to go?" she asked, a mix of excitement and impatience in her voice. I got off the bed and nodded, I played the moment from ROTJ where Lando says "Here goes nothing" in my head for some reason. So we both head out, two girls looking for a good time. Everything is gonna be perfect, Maddy has the bar she wanted to go to and even what drink she was gonna order decided. She took us to the wrong street. Then missed the bar's huge ass sign on the right street, fuck me she can be a bit dim. The third time was the charm, and we were in the bar only about an hour later than expected. And she said it was a quick walk.
     
     
    So the time was around 7:45, we found two barstools and made our order. 
    She made her choice first, a small beer can; nothing too fancy. I'm not the biggest fan of alcohol, so I bought a Pepsi. Quick bladder report: I'm at the point of "I probably should try and pee soon." My bladder was not hurting or anything, just bit uncomfy. Not how I'd like to be, but no need for alarm. So then the waiter (a guy named Jeff, he's a nice dude) brings out the drinks. Small beer for Maddy, and a fucking litre of coke for me. My jaw was somewhere between my thigh highs and my pussy, I could feel it quiver in terror at the sight of this monster. A few seconds ago I was chill, now I was pretty heckin unchill. Can you picture someone holding a plastic bag, partially full, and then bumping a litre bottle of Pepsi into it? That was how I was picturing that drink and my bladder, just noisily pouring a litre into my bladder. The confidence I had before: smashed. The "hey, gonna be a nice night" attitude: washed away in black, bubbly, fizzy beverages. I checked the menu; what did I actually order? "1 litre Pepsi supreme, meant for couples." There was no chance Maddy was sharing this with me, she hates sharing cutlery let alone a drink. I could just leave part of the drink, but then Maddy might think I'm not well or enjoying the evening. I was trapped between a barstool and a soda.
     
    FIZZZZZ. Maddy cracked open her cold one and looked at me with a face that would make a Soviet commissar go "awwww." "Bottoms up, Amelia!!" She clicked our drinks together, causing a few millilitres of pop to flow out. I watched it splash against the dark tile floor, not understanding that it was almost like an omen of what was to come. "Yeah," I said with a touch of apprehension "bottoms up." Maddy immediately knocked back her can, loudly gulping down for about 3 seconds. Her fucking facial reaction killed me. "UUUUUUWUWWUWWWUWWUEGGGGGGGGGGG" she screeched, killing me even more "that tastes like bulls piss." She slapped herself on the chest and quickly asked the waiter for an apple juice. "Hahahaa, how would you know what bulls piss tastes like?" My amusement at her situation was obvious. "Fuck you, Amelia, go suck off James from next door" she jokingly retorted, giggling and coughing. "Bitch you know imma lesbian, so it would be Jessica from down the hall." "I'll tell her that" she half-joking half-seriously threatened. "You won't, Maddy, no balls." "Literally you idiot, I got a puss puss like you; but i seriously will unless you do something." "Oh yeah, what?" I put my mouth to my humongous mug and took a sip. She smiled "Chug it." 
     
    I know I know, it was a dumb idea to do so. But I was hyped up on banter energy, dare daringness and slight worry she would tell Jessica (who is actually not attracted to). Within a minute, I had taken it all in. The 1 litre that, I would have spaced over an hour or more, had made its way to my bladder in one swoop. It suddenly dawned on me how bad I had fucked up. I was not a 100% certain at that time, but part of me knew this wasn't gonna end well.
     
    Now here is where I would put what I and Maddy were doing for the next 3 hours. That's right, 3 hours. I left the bar at 10:45pm exactly. I would put what I and Maddy were doing, but most of it is personal stuff and boring so I won't. What I will tell you is that I love this woman for what she did at 9:36. She moved us to a secluded table, where neither she nor anyone else could see me under it. My hand was glued my crotch squeezing myself with a grip that could bend steel. My thigh high's were rubbed together so quickly as I bounded my crossed legs I almost wore a hole in them. My legs ached from how much I shook. By the 10:45 I couldn't take it anymore. I made an excuse to Maddy, saying I felt unwell and needed to return to the dorm. She understood, probably thinking I caught what Beth had, and bade me farewell.
     
     
    The warm sunlight had been banished by the dark night, the chill not helping my situation. The streets had life, but not enough to make it feel crowded. I was visibly sweating and in discomfort. My legs were constantly rubbing together, and I had to fight to keep myself from shoving my hands hard into my crotch. It was desperation like I had never felt before. My bladder didn't know if it wanted to expand or let everything out in a tidal wave of piss. Honestly, all I wanted was to sleep; I was exhausted. My tiptoe steps were delicate and precise. One wrong move and I would be adding another river to this city. My bladder was like a weight under me, dragging me down and impeding my movement. I was so full and desperate I thought something was wrong with me, I considered calling 911; but quickly came to my senses. My breathing was almost gasp-like, I sucked in air like it was going out of style. The streets and building seemed to go on forever, my dorm and relief so far but so close. I was cursing and moaning as I went along, I feel so sorry for the old lady who heard me.
     
    Eventually, I came upon the place that brings me here; a destination that fate willed me to go to. An alleyway with no entrances to businesses and a dumpster to hide behind. When I laid eyes on that big blue son of a bitch, a roll of thunder came. It was like a sign from the heavens. Although it was actually the F-16s from the nearby Air Force Base. I locked eyes with it, clint Eastwood style, ready for its move. Yeah, this batshit moment lasted a few seconds before my bladder was like "hey, I'm about to dump Niagra falls, Lake Victoria and every other large body of water into your panties." So, with what felt like a ton of urine in my belly, I "hurried" behind this dumpster. A dead-end; perfect. I can let it go in a dark alley, with no witnesses. But not in the perfectly good toilet in the bar. Well, no use overthinking things now.
     
    So I hook my thumbs around the black seam of my panties and tug them down to where my knee socks end. Totally dry by some miracle. I adopt a doubled over stance, hands clasped, elbows rested on my knees. I spread my legs and prepare myself. All the while, my bladder muscles are screaming at me to let go. My bladder is pushing with all its might to get my brain to let go. As soon as I think my shoes are out of the blast zone, I give in.
     
    Lemme tell you something. Holy shit. Fucking god. Jesus on a bike, bitches on a trike, you have no idea the sheer bliss I felt. My bladder didn't pee, or piss, or firehose, or spray, or spurt. Go onto youtube and look up "emergency dam discharges." Now take the most powerful one you can find and double it. The pee screamed out of me like a gusher, an absolute rush of warm liquid. The splattering against the dry ground was orgasmic on its own. I could feel the ripples through my bladder as it pumped out piss, it was like someone squeezing a bottle. It pushed my urethra wide open and soaked my entire crotch, not just my vagina, the whole crotch. My thighs, despite being spread wide, were getting a thin coating of my hot pee. My thigh highs got their inner sides saturated, my shoes became like swimming pool's edges. The steam began to rise like someone had set off a special effect, I was sure that something was on fire due to the heat and force of the stream. And my bladder was still full as hell. I had peeked down a few times at it while walking, and it bulged at least a few inches. I touched it once, with my pinky finger as gently as possible. My bladder was literally steel. I have no other way of explaining its weight or its hardness. I moaned so god damn loud I was like a hentai character getting dicked good 'n' hard. But Nah, I'm a lesbian anyway, it was just an Atlantic ocean leaving my bladder.
     
    1 and a half minutes of this display of this forceful bladder contents removal went by before the stream slowed. After another minute and my long hold's dramatic ending was over. I was a panting mess. My heart was racing, loins dying for attention and a puddle the size of Washington DC under my soaked feet. But hey, at least my panties were dry. Or were they? I checked with my fingers and found they were a little damp, but not much. I took a moment to gather myself, then pulled up my panties. The squelch and splash underfoot as I left my artificial ocean behind almost made me orgasm. Out in the street, no one was aware of what I did; and I intended to keep it that way.
     
     Quickly, though careful not to rub my lower region too much with my thighs, I left the area and made my way back to my dorm. beth was asleep, the poor girl needed her rest, so I stayed as quiet as I could. A note on the bathroom door informed me that the caretakers had been around and fixed the toilet. Better late than never, I suppose. I took a quick shower, threw my clothes into the wash and scribbled some notes about the day in my diary. That's all I remember before tiredness overtook me and I fell into a deep and well-deserved sleep.
     
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    Aquamin got a reaction from Marisa-chan in A Litch's Big Bladder   
    WIZ LEFT AND AQUA RIGHT
    The thing wiz pees in is an image I only have in my head. Just imagine a Japanese squat toilet but old stone castle style and no pipes just a hole in it.



    "Kazzzzzumaaaaa, why did we have to bring the stupid litch?" Moaned Aqua "You know she's gonna try something litchy." Kazuma shut the Useless deity up with quick bonk with the hilt of his sword. "She said she wanted to come, so she comes" he replied, a hint of annoyance in his voice "she is our friend." "Hmmph, I still don't trust her Kazuma." Wiz, who was wandering alongside Kazuma, was quite upset at Aqua's constant stabs at her. "Please miss Aqua, believe me when I say that I have no ill intent. This quest seemed very simple when I overheard you talking about it, just a simple treasure hunt in a cave. I just wanted to spend some time with you all and have a nice walk." She wiggled cutely and smiled. Aqua returned a pout.
     
    Darkness and Megumin had charged slightly ahead of the group, chatting to each other and occasionally checking behind them to see the others. The quest was, as Wiz had said, simple. A large cave, long since abandoned by any monsters or bandits, had a stash of treasure somewhere within its depths. Decades ago, the place was a bandit hideout. Stairs had been carved into the rock in places, and a few side passages were still open. "It appears the bandits made this place as homely as they could" remarked Darkness "apparently they had a ferocious tentacled monster as a pet." Her heavy breathing started echoing around the chamber. "Don't start, please don't" stated Kazuma bluntly. "Oooooh" whined Darkness "to have my thoughts and desires deflected so coldly like I was nothing." Kazuma quietly sighed, it was just another day with these losers.
     
    After an hour and a half of walking around the cave, things were beginning to become monotonous and boring; with Aqua being very vocal about her dislike of the situation. "And my feet hurt and I'm hungry, and that stupid litch is here" she finished listing off her numerous complaints. She also had a growing need to visit a toilet, but she would refuse to admit such a thing; Goddesses don't pee. "Aqua, you are the one who wanted to do this quest," said Megumin. "But I didn't know it would be boring and long, I should have waited at home while you lot did the work for your Goddess" her whining was seemingly unending. "Miss Aqua, please be calm and enjoy yourself" Wiz's voice was almost a whisper. "NOOOOO NOT WHILE YOU ARE AROUND, I KNOW YOUR GAMES LITCH!!!." Wiz quickly teared up "I-i-i jus-st want to b-be your f-r-riend." Aqua's incoming verbal bombardment was silenced preemptively by yet another bop from Kazuma. "You two are working together now" he asserted. Aqua opened her mouth "Not a peep out of useless Goddess, you will learn to tolerate her or else you are out in the stable for a week." She may hate undead, but she hates the stables even more.
     
    Thirty minutes of needed, albeit unstable, peace had passed; and Aqua was not the only one getting desperate. If some asked you the question "hey, do undead need to pee?" you would probably say no. Then congratulations, you said the logical answer; but its the wrong answer. Wiz was usually very careful about her toilet trips, making sure that nobody would ever see her desperate or doing the deed. But deep in a cave after hours of holding, her bladder was becoming uncomfortably full. She had a large bladder, but even big bladdered girls have limits. The secluded side passages looked so tempting, many had running water features that would mask the sound of her relieving herself, but now that she was stuck like glue to the Aqua those options were impossible. "Hey, you two go check that sorta large passage on the right. Might have something that can help us in it." The command from Kazuma was like an insult to her bladder, she knew there would be nothing in there; Kazuma just wanted to see how the two girls reacted when alone.
     
    "Ew ew ew, so much dust" complained Aqua as she entered the unused room. It was once a storage room, used for something very valuable: wine. As such, unbeknownst to the Goddess and Litch, the room was booby-trapped. The second that Wiz stepped slowly through the entranceway, the heavy stone door dropped down with thud like thunder. Aqua was to the door in a flash, pounding at it uselessly with her fists. "KAZUMA KAZUMA KAZUMA HELP. GET ME OUT OF HERE, THERE ARE BUGS AND DIRT, AND THE LITCH. HEEEEEELLLLLLPPPPPP!!!!!!!" Her banshee-like screeching went on and on until Kazuma answered. "quiet useless Goddess, there are some instructions written on the wall out here." He cleared his throat "Hear yee thief to enter this chamber is to invite death or imprisonment until that. Pour out wine into the small squat toilet looking thing to open the door a bit. The more you pour the more the door opens. The more it opens the more my men will hurt you. Signed Azgaril." "Wow, these bandits have really bad grammar," he remarked, chuckling slightly. Another screech came from Aqua "There isn't any wine left in here Kazuma, just get Megumin to blow open the door." Kazuma shook his head, although they could not see that. "She would just bring this whole cave down on top of us, which I for one do not want. Just fill the "squat toilet thing up with water, you are literally named Water in Latin." Aqua blinked and thought hard for a moment "What's Latin?"
     
    Kazuma wasn't willing to explain all that here "Doesn't matter, just fill up the thing." Aqua turned, preparing to make water when suddenly Kazuma called out. "Actually don't bother, they already thought of that. For some reason, it has been designed so it won't accept water." Aqua began to panic, both at her imprisonment and her full bladder. She knew that Kazuma would be able to get help from the town within a few hours, but her bladder would not give her a few hours. Little did she know that Wiz was in the same boat. The Litch's toilet need had grown to dangerous levels. Her bladder throbbed and bulged with pent up golden yellow pee. She was smart and had already deduced what both of them would have to do. She didn't like it, but she knew what had to be done. Strolling up to the door, her large thighs squeeze tightly under her dress, she spoke to Kazuma. "Excuse me, Kazuma, but I think I have a plan on how to get me and miss Aqua out. "I'm all ears" came his reply. "IM NOT!!" shouted Aqua "KAZUMA GET US OUT!!" "No," said Kazuma, firm and authoritative "you two have gotta work together on this, no ifs or buts; you wanna go in the stables?" Aqua, in a rare display, silently agreed. "Mister Kazuma, please go ahead and finish the quest; we shall be done by the time you are back," asked Wiz politely, also not wanting Kazuma to hear what they were about to do.
     
    "Alright then, I trust you know what to do Wiz." His footsteps quickly became faint. "KAAAAAAAZZZZZZZZZUMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, DON'T LEAVE ME HERE." Aqua's screaming fell on deaf ears. Her dagger-like glare affixed itself to Wiz. "So what is your "plan", Litch?" Scorn that could not be measured were latched onto every word. Wiz made her way over to the "squat toilet looking thing" mentioned in the instructions. The thing was a pill-shaped dip in the smooth stone floor. A small hole in the centre led to where ever the trap's inner working was. Wiz blushed fiercely knowing what she must do. "Erm, we have to fill the bowl and, we have nothing to fill it with to hand." "So" she hesitated for a moment, mulling things over "we have to resort to desperate measures." The unintentional pun somehow made Aqua realise the plan. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WAY, NOOOO. THERE IS NO CHANCE THAT I, AQUA OF THE AXIS CULT, WILL RELEASE HER MOST HOLY WATERS INTO THAT THING. ESPECIALLY NOT IN FRONT OF YOU." She crossed her arms and pouted. Wiz understood that it was impossible to argue with the stubborn Goddess; it was up to her alone to do the deed. "I recommend you don't look miss Aqua" she suggested tactfully, taking off her robe and hanging it on an old torch holder.
     
     
    Aqua turned her back, saying nothing. Wiz quickly hitched up her purple dress to reveal her, unsurprisingly, purple knickers. A small damp patch had appeared on the front of them, barely visible on the dark fabric. It happened while talking to Kazuma although she kept her composure so well nobody noticed. The panties quickly went down to her ankles. The cool air struck her legs and vagina, causing a small leak of warm urine. The contrast in temperature was quite nice. Her throbbing Labia Minor was moist with juice and pee. She adopted a squatting position over the bowl, running a hand through her brown pubic and over her pussy. She took in a deep breath, hating what she was about to do. It was embarrassing and certainly unsanitary, but she had sacrificed greater things than her dignity. "Okay then, I am going to start." Tilting her head back slightly and slowing her breathing, she relaxed her bladder and sphincter.
     
    The rush of pee trying to get out of her bladder was incredible. The force of it created a water jet pee that splattered onto the stone loudly. The spray created by the stream covered her boots in droplets. For the first 10 seconds, it wasn't even a feeling of relief; just a thankful body for letting it deposit the pool inside of it. It was something Wiz had never felt before. It wasn't even a power pee just a violent dumping of all her pent up piss. Steam began rising from the puddle collecting the "toilet", even though it had been designed to send all liquid collected straight down into the measuring system. Wiz was trembling, her loins were on fire, her bladder venting its hot, yellow pee at an impossible rate. She clenched her fists and bit her knuckles. The normally shy and proper girl let out a loud moan, although it could hardly be heard of her gusher of a piss stream.
     
    Wiz didn't hear Aqua's dam burst. Even if she did, she wouldn't have cared, everything felt too good to care. The useless Goddesses bladder was hit with the cruellest kind of audio torture; an overfull bladder getting its long due relief. It was simply too much for it, and she began urinating all over the floor. This was the one time she was glad she forwent panties. Her stream was pitiful in comparison to Wiz's tsunami. The Litch's bladder seemed to have an unlimited supply of pee. Neither of them noticed the trap system going bonkers, the door was now permanently jammed open. So great was Wiz's flood that the whole cave's network of traps was broken by pee leaking into a series of scales it should not have been in. Forever would this cave be safe because of Wiz's piss flood; provided she didn't flood the whole cave.
     
    After 5 and a half minutes, the stream came to a stop. Wiz wasn't empty, she had just let out enough to be comfy; a full adult human bladder's worth was still inside her. Now the room was filled by Wiz's heavy breathing, she was so going to touch herself later. She took a moment to compose herself, pulling her clothes back up and shaking the wee off her boots."I-i'm sorry y-y-you had to listen to that" her voice was shaky and weak. Aqua was in no mood to talk and simply left the room, Wiz following her at a distance. They proceeded deeper into the cavern, soon linking back up with the others. 
     
    *Timeskip*
     
    Wiz was still cooling off hours later even though she was sitting by the roaring Mansion fire. She sipped her tea and lay back on the armrest of the sofa. Her bladder had, understandably, become weaker after such a massive pee. She already felt another visit to the bathroom coming, her 4 in 2 hours. But before that, she decided to have some fun. She had already changed into some comfy PJs; a dark purple top with elbow-length sleeves and matching shorts. Her right hand slipped into her waistband, smooth fingers rubbed her clit. She sucked in air and push the middle and index finger into her entrance. She moaned quietly and started to thrust. Faster and faster she went, her mind quickly becoming a blur as her g-spot was pounded mercilessly. Within 30 seconds orgasm had hit her, the piss torrent earlier made her too sensitive. She gasped for air and rubbed her large breasts. So nice I should try it again even though it is very improper, she thought. 
     
    Placing her mug on the floor and standing before the fire, she dropped her shorts to the floor. She spread her vagina open and aimed as best she could. The stream didn't come as enthusiastically as before but still managed to fly into the roaring fire with considerable force. The hiss was there but mostly drowned out by the fire's noise, the nice feeling of relief washed over her body just like before. Wiz smiled to herself and then grabbed one of her handkerchiefs to wipe. The Litch lay back on the sofa, shorts still around her ankles and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of all the things she was going to do with this newfound hobby.
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    Aquamin got a reaction from fortardball87 in Unleashing a river (Based on Biku art)   
    https://www.omorashi.org/uploads/monthly_2020_02/bwpee.png.b3c18d332fd28c03ea0516337eea7e68.png  Based on this lovely art piece by best Waifu Biku and endorsed by him to post on the org.
     
    So I suppose I should introduce myself to you guys. Hi, I'm Amelia, 21 at the time of the story and writing. I'm currently in university away from my native Baltimore and living it up with my two roommates/besties; Beth and Maddy. We live, love and laugh together; and they are the reason I'm writing this. Lemme tell you something about myself: I hate using public restrooms. It doesn't matter shit where it is Uni, cafe, museum or even the fucking library; I won't use their facilities. I don't even know why if I'm honest, just never really liked public lavatories. Perhaps obviously, this has led to some close calls and near misses. Bushes have been a panty saver on many occasions. But not on the time I'm gonna tell you about. 
     
     
    Quick description of myself and clothes: 5,3 with B cups, black medium length hair, green eyes and caucasian. I was wearing a black skirt, blue jacket, black knee-high socks ( i adore them to death), some cheap sneakers and most importantly a pair of white panties with black seam.
     
     
    So my day goes as it ordinarily does, classes, studying and shooting the shit. However, the day was as hot as hell. Everyone was sweating buckets throughout the entire day. Loads of people were gulping down water, myself kinda included. I reckon I had drunk around 700ml by the time I packed up to head out at 5pm. Important to note I hadn't taken a piss since 2:30pm so, I was feeling a little need to empty the tank. Of course, I would have to walk back to my dorm for this; no problem since its only a quick hop from where I was chilling out listening to some Queen. So I take my stuff and make my way out of the building, hands in my empty jacket pockets and "Its a kind of magic"playing in my ears. I sing out loud sometimes, and that is one of my favs to do so too. My dorm building is right across the forum from the building I was in, just FYI.
     
    So I and my slightly full bladder skip our mellow ass over to the awkwardly heavy front double doors of my dorm building and heave them open. Stairs are so tiring, but I need my exercise so up I go. Within moments I'm at the door to my dorm, thinking do I go and piss right now or have a cheeky lil hold? Turns out it will be neither. The door opens for me, and Maddy latches herself onto me. "What's up, Amelia? Had a good time studying for your biology exam while I and Beth be making plans?" She said this all within like 5 seconds, the gal's a bomb of energy. I'm studying to become a doc if you wanted to know. While I was in her grizzly bear strength death hug, she squished my bladder ever so slightly; felt nice if I'm honest, not too much discomfort. I pry myself from her vice-like grip "It was pretty relaxing if I'm straight with you Mad's, (her nickname) just sitting back with a book, good fucking music and an ice-cool bottle of H2O."
     
    Beth comes out of her bedroom, blanket around her arms and flannel on her head. "Maddy, for the 30th time I ain't coming to the bar tonight; I look like I've been dragged through the dump." She sniffled after every word, and her hair was in such a shambles; flu is a bitch. "I know, I know," Maddy keeps her distance from Beth while saying this, she doesn't want the bug Beth has. Especially not on her birthday. What exactly was the big plan I hear you ask dear reader? Get absolutely fucking wasted because it is her 21st. Well, that was the plan. "Humph, fine then Amelia is coming with me" she demanded, sounding like a bitchy anime character. And with those words, my evening was decided; you do not argue with Maddy when she has her mind set on something. Now you might be saying "Amelia you can just go to the bathroom now before you leave your dorm. Its only 5pm and there is no way she can seriously ask you not to pee before you leave." Why yes I could have gone. I could have wandered into the bathroom, whipped down my undies and pissed on the usually warm toilet. But unfortunately, I couldn't.
     
    Beth had rendered the toilet a no go until the uni's caretakers came, at 7pm. Maddy wanted to leave at 6pm. What about the dormitory's communal toilets? Nope, they are public toilets. The one pisser in the entire city I felt comfy using was out of order. Well shit, guess I was holding for the long term because I don't want to let down Mad's on her 21st birthday. I was worried a bit, but I thought I could hold firm until we got back; whenever that was. 
     
    So I spent the next hour waiting for Maddy to get finished up, making sure to drink not even a sip; I needed as much mileage out of my bladder as possible. Gotta admit though, Maddy looked like the bomb. Strawberry blonde up in a ponytail with blue jeans and red hoodie. "You ready to go?" she asked, a mix of excitement and impatience in her voice. I got off the bed and nodded, I played the moment from ROTJ where Lando says "Here goes nothing" in my head for some reason. So we both head out, two girls looking for a good time. Everything is gonna be perfect, Maddy has the bar she wanted to go to and even what drink she was gonna order decided. She took us to the wrong street. Then missed the bar's huge ass sign on the right street, fuck me she can be a bit dim. The third time was the charm, and we were in the bar only about an hour later than expected. And she said it was a quick walk.
     
     
    So the time was around 7:45, we found two barstools and made our order. 
    She made her choice first, a small beer can; nothing too fancy. I'm not the biggest fan of alcohol, so I bought a Pepsi. Quick bladder report: I'm at the point of "I probably should try and pee soon." My bladder was not hurting or anything, just bit uncomfy. Not how I'd like to be, but no need for alarm. So then the waiter (a guy named Jeff, he's a nice dude) brings out the drinks. Small beer for Maddy, and a fucking litre of coke for me. My jaw was somewhere between my thigh highs and my pussy, I could feel it quiver in terror at the sight of this monster. A few seconds ago I was chill, now I was pretty heckin unchill. Can you picture someone holding a plastic bag, partially full, and then bumping a litre bottle of Pepsi into it? That was how I was picturing that drink and my bladder, just noisily pouring a litre into my bladder. The confidence I had before: smashed. The "hey, gonna be a nice night" attitude: washed away in black, bubbly, fizzy beverages. I checked the menu; what did I actually order? "1 litre Pepsi supreme, meant for couples." There was no chance Maddy was sharing this with me, she hates sharing cutlery let alone a drink. I could just leave part of the drink, but then Maddy might think I'm not well or enjoying the evening. I was trapped between a barstool and a soda.
     
    FIZZZZZ. Maddy cracked open her cold one and looked at me with a face that would make a Soviet commissar go "awwww." "Bottoms up, Amelia!!" She clicked our drinks together, causing a few millilitres of pop to flow out. I watched it splash against the dark tile floor, not understanding that it was almost like an omen of what was to come. "Yeah," I said with a touch of apprehension "bottoms up." Maddy immediately knocked back her can, loudly gulping down for about 3 seconds. Her fucking facial reaction killed me. "UUUUUUWUWWUWWWUWWUEGGGGGGGGGGG" she screeched, killing me even more "that tastes like bulls piss." She slapped herself on the chest and quickly asked the waiter for an apple juice. "Hahahaa, how would you know what bulls piss tastes like?" My amusement at her situation was obvious. "Fuck you, Amelia, go suck off James from next door" she jokingly retorted, giggling and coughing. "Bitch you know imma lesbian, so it would be Jessica from down the hall." "I'll tell her that" she half-joking half-seriously threatened. "You won't, Maddy, no balls." "Literally you idiot, I got a puss puss like you; but i seriously will unless you do something." "Oh yeah, what?" I put my mouth to my humongous mug and took a sip. She smiled "Chug it." 
     
    I know I know, it was a dumb idea to do so. But I was hyped up on banter energy, dare daringness and slight worry she would tell Jessica (who is actually not attracted to). Within a minute, I had taken it all in. The 1 litre that, I would have spaced over an hour or more, had made its way to my bladder in one swoop. It suddenly dawned on me how bad I had fucked up. I was not a 100% certain at that time, but part of me knew this wasn't gonna end well.
     
    Now here is where I would put what I and Maddy were doing for the next 3 hours. That's right, 3 hours. I left the bar at 10:45pm exactly. I would put what I and Maddy were doing, but most of it is personal stuff and boring so I won't. What I will tell you is that I love this woman for what she did at 9:36. She moved us to a secluded table, where neither she nor anyone else could see me under it. My hand was glued my crotch squeezing myself with a grip that could bend steel. My thigh high's were rubbed together so quickly as I bounded my crossed legs I almost wore a hole in them. My legs ached from how much I shook. By the 10:45 I couldn't take it anymore. I made an excuse to Maddy, saying I felt unwell and needed to return to the dorm. She understood, probably thinking I caught what Beth had, and bade me farewell.
     
     
    The warm sunlight had been banished by the dark night, the chill not helping my situation. The streets had life, but not enough to make it feel crowded. I was visibly sweating and in discomfort. My legs were constantly rubbing together, and I had to fight to keep myself from shoving my hands hard into my crotch. It was desperation like I had never felt before. My bladder didn't know if it wanted to expand or let everything out in a tidal wave of piss. Honestly, all I wanted was to sleep; I was exhausted. My tiptoe steps were delicate and precise. One wrong move and I would be adding another river to this city. My bladder was like a weight under me, dragging me down and impeding my movement. I was so full and desperate I thought something was wrong with me, I considered calling 911; but quickly came to my senses. My breathing was almost gasp-like, I sucked in air like it was going out of style. The streets and building seemed to go on forever, my dorm and relief so far but so close. I was cursing and moaning as I went along, I feel so sorry for the old lady who heard me.
     
    Eventually, I came upon the place that brings me here; a destination that fate willed me to go to. An alleyway with no entrances to businesses and a dumpster to hide behind. When I laid eyes on that big blue son of a bitch, a roll of thunder came. It was like a sign from the heavens. Although it was actually the F-16s from the nearby Air Force Base. I locked eyes with it, clint Eastwood style, ready for its move. Yeah, this batshit moment lasted a few seconds before my bladder was like "hey, I'm about to dump Niagra falls, Lake Victoria and every other large body of water into your panties." So, with what felt like a ton of urine in my belly, I "hurried" behind this dumpster. A dead-end; perfect. I can let it go in a dark alley, with no witnesses. But not in the perfectly good toilet in the bar. Well, no use overthinking things now.
     
    So I hook my thumbs around the black seam of my panties and tug them down to where my knee socks end. Totally dry by some miracle. I adopt a doubled over stance, hands clasped, elbows rested on my knees. I spread my legs and prepare myself. All the while, my bladder muscles are screaming at me to let go. My bladder is pushing with all its might to get my brain to let go. As soon as I think my shoes are out of the blast zone, I give in.
     
    Lemme tell you something. Holy shit. Fucking god. Jesus on a bike, bitches on a trike, you have no idea the sheer bliss I felt. My bladder didn't pee, or piss, or firehose, or spray, or spurt. Go onto youtube and look up "emergency dam discharges." Now take the most powerful one you can find and double it. The pee screamed out of me like a gusher, an absolute rush of warm liquid. The splattering against the dry ground was orgasmic on its own. I could feel the ripples through my bladder as it pumped out piss, it was like someone squeezing a bottle. It pushed my urethra wide open and soaked my entire crotch, not just my vagina, the whole crotch. My thighs, despite being spread wide, were getting a thin coating of my hot pee. My thigh highs got their inner sides saturated, my shoes became like swimming pool's edges. The steam began to rise like someone had set off a special effect, I was sure that something was on fire due to the heat and force of the stream. And my bladder was still full as hell. I had peeked down a few times at it while walking, and it bulged at least a few inches. I touched it once, with my pinky finger as gently as possible. My bladder was literally steel. I have no other way of explaining its weight or its hardness. I moaned so god damn loud I was like a hentai character getting dicked good 'n' hard. But Nah, I'm a lesbian anyway, it was just an Atlantic ocean leaving my bladder.
     
    1 and a half minutes of this display of this forceful bladder contents removal went by before the stream slowed. After another minute and my long hold's dramatic ending was over. I was a panting mess. My heart was racing, loins dying for attention and a puddle the size of Washington DC under my soaked feet. But hey, at least my panties were dry. Or were they? I checked with my fingers and found they were a little damp, but not much. I took a moment to gather myself, then pulled up my panties. The squelch and splash underfoot as I left my artificial ocean behind almost made me orgasm. Out in the street, no one was aware of what I did; and I intended to keep it that way.
     
     Quickly, though careful not to rub my lower region too much with my thighs, I left the area and made my way back to my dorm. beth was asleep, the poor girl needed her rest, so I stayed as quiet as I could. A note on the bathroom door informed me that the caretakers had been around and fixed the toilet. Better late than never, I suppose. I took a quick shower, threw my clothes into the wash and scribbled some notes about the day in my diary. That's all I remember before tiredness overtook me and I fell into a deep and well-deserved sleep.
     
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    Aquamin got a reaction from WetWinter in Pouring like tea (Azur Lane short story)   
    This is another story based on an image I came across (Thank you R/AzurLewd). I'm a bit wore out so sorry for the shortness https://twitter.com/aosaki_1100/status/1027478123686780929   

    Belfast closed the door to her room and locked it. She listened to her fellow maid's footsteps grow distant before she moved. She hobbled over to the mirror standing in the corner of her room. She quickly threw off her dress to reveal her purple swimming bikini underneath. As a maid, Belfast was constantly busy with very little time throughout the day to attend to her needs. While all the maids were known for having tight bladder control, Belfast was in a league of her own. Her bladder of iron was trained as much as often as she trained for combat, that being every day, and she could easily hold over a liter for 8 hours with not a single leak. Today, however, she had chosen to take herself beyond her normal limits. Starting when she woke up at 6 am sharp, she had consumed every liquid she came across. Tea, water, juice, cola, and even a little bit of wine had all been drinking for a final total of 3.2 liters of cold and hot beverages from around the world. 

    By the end of her shift at 6 pm, she was positively dying. Belfast could feel her back teeth swimming with pee as her pelvis ached with an almighty need to drench her clothes in hot urine. By herculean effort and will, she had made it back to her room and now looked at her bloated belly in the mirror. A bowling ball-sized bulge that was once a normal-sized bladder, pushed her panties down by a few centimeters. In her purple bikini, she looked drop-dead gorgeous, but it also showed off her swollen stomach beautifully.  She crossed her legs for it was all she could do, any further movement would spell the end of her hold. She knew from the start this would end in wet clothes, that's why she wore the bikini, but she wanted to experience this feeling of true, unparalleled desperation for just a moment longer.

    She felt hotness at the entrance to her pee hole, any moment her dam would burst and the bikini bottoms would look like they had been tossed in the sea. "Well," she thought  "If I'm going to get wet like on the beach, I should complete the look". Reaching over to the rack next to the mirror, she removed her sun hat and placed it on her head. 

    Spreading her legs, she slowly let out a small stream to wet her lips and get her excited before releasing a torrent. A cascade of bright yellow thundered onto the carpet below as she emptied the bowling ball-sized pool within her. It took five minutes, even with a waterfall between her legs, for the stream to stagnate. Belfast felt her soaked Bikini before fingering herself to finish with one question on her mind. "How am I going to clean up the carpet".

    Thank you for reading and I'm so sorry that the quality of this is not very high. I had a long day but wanted to get this out since this morning (UK time), and i think the quality suffered for it. I'll probably rewrite this someday.
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    Aquamin got a reaction from Colonel Briggs in A wet and relaxing morning (Azur Lane)   
    https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/71586741 Inspired by this picture 

    Thanks to the people in the discord omorashi chat for suggesting songs.

     
    North Carolina slowly stirred under her bedsheets. She slowly opened her eyes, rubbing them as she adjusted to the early morning light coming in through a small frosted up window.
    She turned over and reached over to her bedstand and grabbed the phone lying upon it. The metal felt freezing to the touch after the long Autumn night. She quickly retracted her hand after pushing the power button and reached down under her blankets. Her hand ran down her soft pink nightdress before reaching her snow-white panties.

    Carolina thought about what she was doing and how naughty it was. Before retiring for the night she had abstained from visiting the bathroom and tripled the amount of warm milk she drank. That warm milk had coursed its way through her body overnight, before coming to rest in her now bursting bladder. Carolina smiled as she pulled back her nightdress and stroked her bloated bladder. She squeezed it lightly and felt a surge of pleasure strike her pussy. She bit down on her finger to stifle a soft moan, a full bladder felt so good.

    She removed both her hands and reached over for her now active phone, her eyes squinting at the displayed time in bold font.  7:43 am. She smiled. She had plenty of time to do what she wanted. Straining against the urge to stay in her warm, soft bed, Carolina swung her legs out from under the duvet and stood up. For many with as full a bladder as she had this would have caused quite a substantial leak or even a full-on wetting, but for someone with practice in the art of holding like her, it was no problem. She wondered over to her desk and reached underneath it, pulling out a 500ml bottle of water. Without delay, she threw off the cap and downed the whole thing in seconds like it was the last drink in her life. 

    Placing the now drained bottle upon her desk, she turned and made her way into the bathroom. The toilet looked so inviting with the lid open, something her bladder was quick to remind her off but she dismissed it. She was in control here. Flicking on the light, she turned to face herself in the mirror, she had a gorgeous body and she knew it. Her luscious blonde hair and pearl blue eyes could captivate many men and women with just a glance, and her soft breasts were certain to draw many eyes in revealing clothes like what she was currently wearing. But to admire these features was not why she was here, turning to the right, she lifted her nightdress to reveal her bladder bulge. She inspected it for a moment before smiling with pride as she judged the bulge to be about an inch. She rubbed a hand over it and felt its steel-like hardness under her fingers before suddenly crossing her legs as a wave of desperation hit her, giggling all the while. She enjoyed the desperation for a moment, letting herself relax just a little as her pee pounded on her bladder, pleading to be let out. 

    She laughed as she danced in desperation, twisting her legs together before running on the spot with her hand shoved up between her thighs. After a minute of this, she seized back control and stopped dancing, her aching bladder once more submitting to her. North Carolina pulled down her nightdress before grabbing a yellow towel and exiting the bathroom. Back in her bedroom, she walked back over to her bed before laying the towel down where she was going to lie under the covers. But before she did this she needed one more thing. She pulled open her bedside drawer and retrieved a pair of headphones which she plugged into her phone. A wave of excitement shot through her as she clambered into bed.
     
    Making sure the towel was in position, she lay back and picked up her phone. Placing an earbud inside each ear, she scrolled through her playlists until finding the one she wanted, Morning special time. This was a special playlist just for times like this when she had a river bottled up inside of her and a comfy bed to lie in. She tapped on it and waited for the randomized song to play. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tKi9Z-f6qX4 . As soothing notes started to play she lay back and let herself sink into the mattress and pillow. She could hardly contain both her jubilation and her piss as she thought about what was about to happen.

    Taking a deep breath, she clenched every muscle in her body causing her to go stiff.  She held this state for a few seconds as the music flowed into her ears before she closed her eyes and placed her legs together. With her bladder seconds away from exploding and her hormones raging inside her she let out her breath, before letting everything relax.

    Immediately her lower lips were forced open as a cascade of hot pee burst into her white panties, saturating them before flowing through and onto the towel. Carolina fought the urge to touch herself and remained relaxed, with only the music and the fellow of warmth spreading across her pussy and legs being on her mind. A puddle began to form in the crack between Carolina's legs, the sensation causing her hairs to stand on end and her heart to flutter. As the warmth spread down into her butt she could only squeal as she went over the edge and crashed into an orgasm. She lost track of time after that as her mind was frazzled by the mass of sensations felt in her nether regions but eventually, the stream faded away and her bladder was finally empty. Slowly her eyes fluttered open as she gasped for air. She reached up and pulled off her headphones before feeling under her butt. Her fingers were immediately covered by the puddle that had a moment ago been couped up inside her.  As she felt around the large wet spot left on the towel she felt a sense of satisfaction at the size of it. 

    Outside her room, she could suddenly hear the movement of other shipgirls running to their duties and she sighed as she realized she would have to get up for real. She picked up her phone and paused her music before checking the time. 7:57 am. A smirk spread across her face, she had time for one last thing. Pulling down her soaked panties, she began to rub her swollen lips. This would not take long.

    Thanks for reading. This was a bit odd for me to write because there was no dialogue but I hope I did it well 🙂 
     
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    Aquamin got a reaction from dclcrt in Unleashing a river (Based on Biku art)   
    https://www.omorashi.org/uploads/monthly_2020_02/bwpee.png.b3c18d332fd28c03ea0516337eea7e68.png  Based on this lovely art piece by best Waifu Biku and endorsed by him to post on the org.
     
    So I suppose I should introduce myself to you guys. Hi, I'm Amelia, 21 at the time of the story and writing. I'm currently in university away from my native Baltimore and living it up with my two roommates/besties; Beth and Maddy. We live, love and laugh together; and they are the reason I'm writing this. Lemme tell you something about myself: I hate using public restrooms. It doesn't matter shit where it is Uni, cafe, museum or even the fucking library; I won't use their facilities. I don't even know why if I'm honest, just never really liked public lavatories. Perhaps obviously, this has led to some close calls and near misses. Bushes have been a panty saver on many occasions. But not on the time I'm gonna tell you about. 
     
     
    Quick description of myself and clothes: 5,3 with B cups, black medium length hair, green eyes and caucasian. I was wearing a black skirt, blue jacket, black knee-high socks ( i adore them to death), some cheap sneakers and most importantly a pair of white panties with black seam.
     
     
    So my day goes as it ordinarily does, classes, studying and shooting the shit. However, the day was as hot as hell. Everyone was sweating buckets throughout the entire day. Loads of people were gulping down water, myself kinda included. I reckon I had drunk around 700ml by the time I packed up to head out at 5pm. Important to note I hadn't taken a piss since 2:30pm so, I was feeling a little need to empty the tank. Of course, I would have to walk back to my dorm for this; no problem since its only a quick hop from where I was chilling out listening to some Queen. So I take my stuff and make my way out of the building, hands in my empty jacket pockets and "Its a kind of magic"playing in my ears. I sing out loud sometimes, and that is one of my favs to do so too. My dorm building is right across the forum from the building I was in, just FYI.
     
    So I and my slightly full bladder skip our mellow ass over to the awkwardly heavy front double doors of my dorm building and heave them open. Stairs are so tiring, but I need my exercise so up I go. Within moments I'm at the door to my dorm, thinking do I go and piss right now or have a cheeky lil hold? Turns out it will be neither. The door opens for me, and Maddy latches herself onto me. "What's up, Amelia? Had a good time studying for your biology exam while I and Beth be making plans?" She said this all within like 5 seconds, the gal's a bomb of energy. I'm studying to become a doc if you wanted to know. While I was in her grizzly bear strength death hug, she squished my bladder ever so slightly; felt nice if I'm honest, not too much discomfort. I pry myself from her vice-like grip "It was pretty relaxing if I'm straight with you Mad's, (her nickname) just sitting back with a book, good fucking music and an ice-cool bottle of H2O."
     
    Beth comes out of her bedroom, blanket around her arms and flannel on her head. "Maddy, for the 30th time I ain't coming to the bar tonight; I look like I've been dragged through the dump." She sniffled after every word, and her hair was in such a shambles; flu is a bitch. "I know, I know," Maddy keeps her distance from Beth while saying this, she doesn't want the bug Beth has. Especially not on her birthday. What exactly was the big plan I hear you ask dear reader? Get absolutely fucking wasted because it is her 21st. Well, that was the plan. "Humph, fine then Amelia is coming with me" she demanded, sounding like a bitchy anime character. And with those words, my evening was decided; you do not argue with Maddy when she has her mind set on something. Now you might be saying "Amelia you can just go to the bathroom now before you leave your dorm. Its only 5pm and there is no way she can seriously ask you not to pee before you leave." Why yes I could have gone. I could have wandered into the bathroom, whipped down my undies and pissed on the usually warm toilet. But unfortunately, I couldn't.
     
    Beth had rendered the toilet a no go until the uni's caretakers came, at 7pm. Maddy wanted to leave at 6pm. What about the dormitory's communal toilets? Nope, they are public toilets. The one pisser in the entire city I felt comfy using was out of order. Well shit, guess I was holding for the long term because I don't want to let down Mad's on her 21st birthday. I was worried a bit, but I thought I could hold firm until we got back; whenever that was. 
     
    So I spent the next hour waiting for Maddy to get finished up, making sure to drink not even a sip; I needed as much mileage out of my bladder as possible. Gotta admit though, Maddy looked like the bomb. Strawberry blonde up in a ponytail with blue jeans and red hoodie. "You ready to go?" she asked, a mix of excitement and impatience in her voice. I got off the bed and nodded, I played the moment from ROTJ where Lando says "Here goes nothing" in my head for some reason. So we both head out, two girls looking for a good time. Everything is gonna be perfect, Maddy has the bar she wanted to go to and even what drink she was gonna order decided. She took us to the wrong street. Then missed the bar's huge ass sign on the right street, fuck me she can be a bit dim. The third time was the charm, and we were in the bar only about an hour later than expected. And she said it was a quick walk.
     
     
    So the time was around 7:45, we found two barstools and made our order. 
    She made her choice first, a small beer can; nothing too fancy. I'm not the biggest fan of alcohol, so I bought a Pepsi. Quick bladder report: I'm at the point of "I probably should try and pee soon." My bladder was not hurting or anything, just bit uncomfy. Not how I'd like to be, but no need for alarm. So then the waiter (a guy named Jeff, he's a nice dude) brings out the drinks. Small beer for Maddy, and a fucking litre of coke for me. My jaw was somewhere between my thigh highs and my pussy, I could feel it quiver in terror at the sight of this monster. A few seconds ago I was chill, now I was pretty heckin unchill. Can you picture someone holding a plastic bag, partially full, and then bumping a litre bottle of Pepsi into it? That was how I was picturing that drink and my bladder, just noisily pouring a litre into my bladder. The confidence I had before: smashed. The "hey, gonna be a nice night" attitude: washed away in black, bubbly, fizzy beverages. I checked the menu; what did I actually order? "1 litre Pepsi supreme, meant for couples." There was no chance Maddy was sharing this with me, she hates sharing cutlery let alone a drink. I could just leave part of the drink, but then Maddy might think I'm not well or enjoying the evening. I was trapped between a barstool and a soda.
     
    FIZZZZZ. Maddy cracked open her cold one and looked at me with a face that would make a Soviet commissar go "awwww." "Bottoms up, Amelia!!" She clicked our drinks together, causing a few millilitres of pop to flow out. I watched it splash against the dark tile floor, not understanding that it was almost like an omen of what was to come. "Yeah," I said with a touch of apprehension "bottoms up." Maddy immediately knocked back her can, loudly gulping down for about 3 seconds. Her fucking facial reaction killed me. "UUUUUUWUWWUWWWUWWUEGGGGGGGGGGG" she screeched, killing me even more "that tastes like bulls piss." She slapped herself on the chest and quickly asked the waiter for an apple juice. "Hahahaa, how would you know what bulls piss tastes like?" My amusement at her situation was obvious. "Fuck you, Amelia, go suck off James from next door" she jokingly retorted, giggling and coughing. "Bitch you know imma lesbian, so it would be Jessica from down the hall." "I'll tell her that" she half-joking half-seriously threatened. "You won't, Maddy, no balls." "Literally you idiot, I got a puss puss like you; but i seriously will unless you do something." "Oh yeah, what?" I put my mouth to my humongous mug and took a sip. She smiled "Chug it." 
     
    I know I know, it was a dumb idea to do so. But I was hyped up on banter energy, dare daringness and slight worry she would tell Jessica (who is actually not attracted to). Within a minute, I had taken it all in. The 1 litre that, I would have spaced over an hour or more, had made its way to my bladder in one swoop. It suddenly dawned on me how bad I had fucked up. I was not a 100% certain at that time, but part of me knew this wasn't gonna end well.
     
    Now here is where I would put what I and Maddy were doing for the next 3 hours. That's right, 3 hours. I left the bar at 10:45pm exactly. I would put what I and Maddy were doing, but most of it is personal stuff and boring so I won't. What I will tell you is that I love this woman for what she did at 9:36. She moved us to a secluded table, where neither she nor anyone else could see me under it. My hand was glued my crotch squeezing myself with a grip that could bend steel. My thigh high's were rubbed together so quickly as I bounded my crossed legs I almost wore a hole in them. My legs ached from how much I shook. By the 10:45 I couldn't take it anymore. I made an excuse to Maddy, saying I felt unwell and needed to return to the dorm. She understood, probably thinking I caught what Beth had, and bade me farewell.
     
     
    The warm sunlight had been banished by the dark night, the chill not helping my situation. The streets had life, but not enough to make it feel crowded. I was visibly sweating and in discomfort. My legs were constantly rubbing together, and I had to fight to keep myself from shoving my hands hard into my crotch. It was desperation like I had never felt before. My bladder didn't know if it wanted to expand or let everything out in a tidal wave of piss. Honestly, all I wanted was to sleep; I was exhausted. My tiptoe steps were delicate and precise. One wrong move and I would be adding another river to this city. My bladder was like a weight under me, dragging me down and impeding my movement. I was so full and desperate I thought something was wrong with me, I considered calling 911; but quickly came to my senses. My breathing was almost gasp-like, I sucked in air like it was going out of style. The streets and building seemed to go on forever, my dorm and relief so far but so close. I was cursing and moaning as I went along, I feel so sorry for the old lady who heard me.
     
    Eventually, I came upon the place that brings me here; a destination that fate willed me to go to. An alleyway with no entrances to businesses and a dumpster to hide behind. When I laid eyes on that big blue son of a bitch, a roll of thunder came. It was like a sign from the heavens. Although it was actually the F-16s from the nearby Air Force Base. I locked eyes with it, clint Eastwood style, ready for its move. Yeah, this batshit moment lasted a few seconds before my bladder was like "hey, I'm about to dump Niagra falls, Lake Victoria and every other large body of water into your panties." So, with what felt like a ton of urine in my belly, I "hurried" behind this dumpster. A dead-end; perfect. I can let it go in a dark alley, with no witnesses. But not in the perfectly good toilet in the bar. Well, no use overthinking things now.
     
    So I hook my thumbs around the black seam of my panties and tug them down to where my knee socks end. Totally dry by some miracle. I adopt a doubled over stance, hands clasped, elbows rested on my knees. I spread my legs and prepare myself. All the while, my bladder muscles are screaming at me to let go. My bladder is pushing with all its might to get my brain to let go. As soon as I think my shoes are out of the blast zone, I give in.
     
    Lemme tell you something. Holy shit. Fucking god. Jesus on a bike, bitches on a trike, you have no idea the sheer bliss I felt. My bladder didn't pee, or piss, or firehose, or spray, or spurt. Go onto youtube and look up "emergency dam discharges." Now take the most powerful one you can find and double it. The pee screamed out of me like a gusher, an absolute rush of warm liquid. The splattering against the dry ground was orgasmic on its own. I could feel the ripples through my bladder as it pumped out piss, it was like someone squeezing a bottle. It pushed my urethra wide open and soaked my entire crotch, not just my vagina, the whole crotch. My thighs, despite being spread wide, were getting a thin coating of my hot pee. My thigh highs got their inner sides saturated, my shoes became like swimming pool's edges. The steam began to rise like someone had set off a special effect, I was sure that something was on fire due to the heat and force of the stream. And my bladder was still full as hell. I had peeked down a few times at it while walking, and it bulged at least a few inches. I touched it once, with my pinky finger as gently as possible. My bladder was literally steel. I have no other way of explaining its weight or its hardness. I moaned so god damn loud I was like a hentai character getting dicked good 'n' hard. But Nah, I'm a lesbian anyway, it was just an Atlantic ocean leaving my bladder.
     
    1 and a half minutes of this display of this forceful bladder contents removal went by before the stream slowed. After another minute and my long hold's dramatic ending was over. I was a panting mess. My heart was racing, loins dying for attention and a puddle the size of Washington DC under my soaked feet. But hey, at least my panties were dry. Or were they? I checked with my fingers and found they were a little damp, but not much. I took a moment to gather myself, then pulled up my panties. The squelch and splash underfoot as I left my artificial ocean behind almost made me orgasm. Out in the street, no one was aware of what I did; and I intended to keep it that way.
     
     Quickly, though careful not to rub my lower region too much with my thighs, I left the area and made my way back to my dorm. beth was asleep, the poor girl needed her rest, so I stayed as quiet as I could. A note on the bathroom door informed me that the caretakers had been around and fixed the toilet. Better late than never, I suppose. I took a quick shower, threw my clothes into the wash and scribbled some notes about the day in my diary. That's all I remember before tiredness overtook me and I fell into a deep and well-deserved sleep.
     
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    Aquamin got a reaction from venus 2 in Tiny Stories and Poems (of Desperation!)   
    Relief
    It had been so long since last she had relief.
    A 14-hour shift with only two breaks.
    Oh, how she cursed the litre bottle, "I can hold it" so she thought.
    Now she stares through tear-filled eyes at the stairway to her relief.
    Twenty aching steps.
    Twenty times pain raced through her bulging bladder.
    Twenty times the ocean inside her felt as if it were to burst out.
    Twenty times her underwear was threatened with a violent soaking.
    At last, the toilet was in sight, her piss pounding to be let out.
    But oh, it was not to be.
    A blockage in the system, a halt to her relief.
    It seemed all hope of saved panties were gone; the floor about to become a new river.
    But then, in the corner, she saw her salvation.
    Panties hit the floor.
    Her bladder wins before she is ready.
    A thick stream between her thighs as she rushes over.
    Bottom down on the sink, a firehose gusher coming out.
    The warmth splashed all over her butt.
    At last, she had relief.
    Sweet, orgasmic relief.
  14. Upvote
    Aquamin got a reaction from omojoe in Unleashing a river (Based on Biku art)   
    https://www.omorashi.org/uploads/monthly_2020_02/bwpee.png.b3c18d332fd28c03ea0516337eea7e68.png  Based on this lovely art piece by best Waifu Biku and endorsed by him to post on the org.
     
    So I suppose I should introduce myself to you guys. Hi, I'm Amelia, 21 at the time of the story and writing. I'm currently in university away from my native Baltimore and living it up with my two roommates/besties; Beth and Maddy. We live, love and laugh together; and they are the reason I'm writing this. Lemme tell you something about myself: I hate using public restrooms. It doesn't matter shit where it is Uni, cafe, museum or even the fucking library; I won't use their facilities. I don't even know why if I'm honest, just never really liked public lavatories. Perhaps obviously, this has led to some close calls and near misses. Bushes have been a panty saver on many occasions. But not on the time I'm gonna tell you about. 
     
     
    Quick description of myself and clothes: 5,3 with B cups, black medium length hair, green eyes and caucasian. I was wearing a black skirt, blue jacket, black knee-high socks ( i adore them to death), some cheap sneakers and most importantly a pair of white panties with black seam.
     
     
    So my day goes as it ordinarily does, classes, studying and shooting the shit. However, the day was as hot as hell. Everyone was sweating buckets throughout the entire day. Loads of people were gulping down water, myself kinda included. I reckon I had drunk around 700ml by the time I packed up to head out at 5pm. Important to note I hadn't taken a piss since 2:30pm so, I was feeling a little need to empty the tank. Of course, I would have to walk back to my dorm for this; no problem since its only a quick hop from where I was chilling out listening to some Queen. So I take my stuff and make my way out of the building, hands in my empty jacket pockets and "Its a kind of magic"playing in my ears. I sing out loud sometimes, and that is one of my favs to do so too. My dorm building is right across the forum from the building I was in, just FYI.
     
    So I and my slightly full bladder skip our mellow ass over to the awkwardly heavy front double doors of my dorm building and heave them open. Stairs are so tiring, but I need my exercise so up I go. Within moments I'm at the door to my dorm, thinking do I go and piss right now or have a cheeky lil hold? Turns out it will be neither. The door opens for me, and Maddy latches herself onto me. "What's up, Amelia? Had a good time studying for your biology exam while I and Beth be making plans?" She said this all within like 5 seconds, the gal's a bomb of energy. I'm studying to become a doc if you wanted to know. While I was in her grizzly bear strength death hug, she squished my bladder ever so slightly; felt nice if I'm honest, not too much discomfort. I pry myself from her vice-like grip "It was pretty relaxing if I'm straight with you Mad's, (her nickname) just sitting back with a book, good fucking music and an ice-cool bottle of H2O."
     
    Beth comes out of her bedroom, blanket around her arms and flannel on her head. "Maddy, for the 30th time I ain't coming to the bar tonight; I look like I've been dragged through the dump." She sniffled after every word, and her hair was in such a shambles; flu is a bitch. "I know, I know," Maddy keeps her distance from Beth while saying this, she doesn't want the bug Beth has. Especially not on her birthday. What exactly was the big plan I hear you ask dear reader? Get absolutely fucking wasted because it is her 21st. Well, that was the plan. "Humph, fine then Amelia is coming with me" she demanded, sounding like a bitchy anime character. And with those words, my evening was decided; you do not argue with Maddy when she has her mind set on something. Now you might be saying "Amelia you can just go to the bathroom now before you leave your dorm. Its only 5pm and there is no way she can seriously ask you not to pee before you leave." Why yes I could have gone. I could have wandered into the bathroom, whipped down my undies and pissed on the usually warm toilet. But unfortunately, I couldn't.
     
    Beth had rendered the toilet a no go until the uni's caretakers came, at 7pm. Maddy wanted to leave at 6pm. What about the dormitory's communal toilets? Nope, they are public toilets. The one pisser in the entire city I felt comfy using was out of order. Well shit, guess I was holding for the long term because I don't want to let down Mad's on her 21st birthday. I was worried a bit, but I thought I could hold firm until we got back; whenever that was. 
     
    So I spent the next hour waiting for Maddy to get finished up, making sure to drink not even a sip; I needed as much mileage out of my bladder as possible. Gotta admit though, Maddy looked like the bomb. Strawberry blonde up in a ponytail with blue jeans and red hoodie. "You ready to go?" she asked, a mix of excitement and impatience in her voice. I got off the bed and nodded, I played the moment from ROTJ where Lando says "Here goes nothing" in my head for some reason. So we both head out, two girls looking for a good time. Everything is gonna be perfect, Maddy has the bar she wanted to go to and even what drink she was gonna order decided. She took us to the wrong street. Then missed the bar's huge ass sign on the right street, fuck me she can be a bit dim. The third time was the charm, and we were in the bar only about an hour later than expected. And she said it was a quick walk.
     
     
    So the time was around 7:45, we found two barstools and made our order. 
    She made her choice first, a small beer can; nothing too fancy. I'm not the biggest fan of alcohol, so I bought a Pepsi. Quick bladder report: I'm at the point of "I probably should try and pee soon." My bladder was not hurting or anything, just bit uncomfy. Not how I'd like to be, but no need for alarm. So then the waiter (a guy named Jeff, he's a nice dude) brings out the drinks. Small beer for Maddy, and a fucking litre of coke for me. My jaw was somewhere between my thigh highs and my pussy, I could feel it quiver in terror at the sight of this monster. A few seconds ago I was chill, now I was pretty heckin unchill. Can you picture someone holding a plastic bag, partially full, and then bumping a litre bottle of Pepsi into it? That was how I was picturing that drink and my bladder, just noisily pouring a litre into my bladder. The confidence I had before: smashed. The "hey, gonna be a nice night" attitude: washed away in black, bubbly, fizzy beverages. I checked the menu; what did I actually order? "1 litre Pepsi supreme, meant for couples." There was no chance Maddy was sharing this with me, she hates sharing cutlery let alone a drink. I could just leave part of the drink, but then Maddy might think I'm not well or enjoying the evening. I was trapped between a barstool and a soda.
     
    FIZZZZZ. Maddy cracked open her cold one and looked at me with a face that would make a Soviet commissar go "awwww." "Bottoms up, Amelia!!" She clicked our drinks together, causing a few millilitres of pop to flow out. I watched it splash against the dark tile floor, not understanding that it was almost like an omen of what was to come. "Yeah," I said with a touch of apprehension "bottoms up." Maddy immediately knocked back her can, loudly gulping down for about 3 seconds. Her fucking facial reaction killed me. "UUUUUUWUWWUWWWUWWUEGGGGGGGGGGG" she screeched, killing me even more "that tastes like bulls piss." She slapped herself on the chest and quickly asked the waiter for an apple juice. "Hahahaa, how would you know what bulls piss tastes like?" My amusement at her situation was obvious. "Fuck you, Amelia, go suck off James from next door" she jokingly retorted, giggling and coughing. "Bitch you know imma lesbian, so it would be Jessica from down the hall." "I'll tell her that" she half-joking half-seriously threatened. "You won't, Maddy, no balls." "Literally you idiot, I got a puss puss like you; but i seriously will unless you do something." "Oh yeah, what?" I put my mouth to my humongous mug and took a sip. She smiled "Chug it." 
     
    I know I know, it was a dumb idea to do so. But I was hyped up on banter energy, dare daringness and slight worry she would tell Jessica (who is actually not attracted to). Within a minute, I had taken it all in. The 1 litre that, I would have spaced over an hour or more, had made its way to my bladder in one swoop. It suddenly dawned on me how bad I had fucked up. I was not a 100% certain at that time, but part of me knew this wasn't gonna end well.
     
    Now here is where I would put what I and Maddy were doing for the next 3 hours. That's right, 3 hours. I left the bar at 10:45pm exactly. I would put what I and Maddy were doing, but most of it is personal stuff and boring so I won't. What I will tell you is that I love this woman for what she did at 9:36. She moved us to a secluded table, where neither she nor anyone else could see me under it. My hand was glued my crotch squeezing myself with a grip that could bend steel. My thigh high's were rubbed together so quickly as I bounded my crossed legs I almost wore a hole in them. My legs ached from how much I shook. By the 10:45 I couldn't take it anymore. I made an excuse to Maddy, saying I felt unwell and needed to return to the dorm. She understood, probably thinking I caught what Beth had, and bade me farewell.
     
     
    The warm sunlight had been banished by the dark night, the chill not helping my situation. The streets had life, but not enough to make it feel crowded. I was visibly sweating and in discomfort. My legs were constantly rubbing together, and I had to fight to keep myself from shoving my hands hard into my crotch. It was desperation like I had never felt before. My bladder didn't know if it wanted to expand or let everything out in a tidal wave of piss. Honestly, all I wanted was to sleep; I was exhausted. My tiptoe steps were delicate and precise. One wrong move and I would be adding another river to this city. My bladder was like a weight under me, dragging me down and impeding my movement. I was so full and desperate I thought something was wrong with me, I considered calling 911; but quickly came to my senses. My breathing was almost gasp-like, I sucked in air like it was going out of style. The streets and building seemed to go on forever, my dorm and relief so far but so close. I was cursing and moaning as I went along, I feel so sorry for the old lady who heard me.
     
    Eventually, I came upon the place that brings me here; a destination that fate willed me to go to. An alleyway with no entrances to businesses and a dumpster to hide behind. When I laid eyes on that big blue son of a bitch, a roll of thunder came. It was like a sign from the heavens. Although it was actually the F-16s from the nearby Air Force Base. I locked eyes with it, clint Eastwood style, ready for its move. Yeah, this batshit moment lasted a few seconds before my bladder was like "hey, I'm about to dump Niagra falls, Lake Victoria and every other large body of water into your panties." So, with what felt like a ton of urine in my belly, I "hurried" behind this dumpster. A dead-end; perfect. I can let it go in a dark alley, with no witnesses. But not in the perfectly good toilet in the bar. Well, no use overthinking things now.
     
    So I hook my thumbs around the black seam of my panties and tug them down to where my knee socks end. Totally dry by some miracle. I adopt a doubled over stance, hands clasped, elbows rested on my knees. I spread my legs and prepare myself. All the while, my bladder muscles are screaming at me to let go. My bladder is pushing with all its might to get my brain to let go. As soon as I think my shoes are out of the blast zone, I give in.
     
    Lemme tell you something. Holy shit. Fucking god. Jesus on a bike, bitches on a trike, you have no idea the sheer bliss I felt. My bladder didn't pee, or piss, or firehose, or spray, or spurt. Go onto youtube and look up "emergency dam discharges." Now take the most powerful one you can find and double it. The pee screamed out of me like a gusher, an absolute rush of warm liquid. The splattering against the dry ground was orgasmic on its own. I could feel the ripples through my bladder as it pumped out piss, it was like someone squeezing a bottle. It pushed my urethra wide open and soaked my entire crotch, not just my vagina, the whole crotch. My thighs, despite being spread wide, were getting a thin coating of my hot pee. My thigh highs got their inner sides saturated, my shoes became like swimming pool's edges. The steam began to rise like someone had set off a special effect, I was sure that something was on fire due to the heat and force of the stream. And my bladder was still full as hell. I had peeked down a few times at it while walking, and it bulged at least a few inches. I touched it once, with my pinky finger as gently as possible. My bladder was literally steel. I have no other way of explaining its weight or its hardness. I moaned so god damn loud I was like a hentai character getting dicked good 'n' hard. But Nah, I'm a lesbian anyway, it was just an Atlantic ocean leaving my bladder.
     
    1 and a half minutes of this display of this forceful bladder contents removal went by before the stream slowed. After another minute and my long hold's dramatic ending was over. I was a panting mess. My heart was racing, loins dying for attention and a puddle the size of Washington DC under my soaked feet. But hey, at least my panties were dry. Or were they? I checked with my fingers and found they were a little damp, but not much. I took a moment to gather myself, then pulled up my panties. The squelch and splash underfoot as I left my artificial ocean behind almost made me orgasm. Out in the street, no one was aware of what I did; and I intended to keep it that way.
     
     Quickly, though careful not to rub my lower region too much with my thighs, I left the area and made my way back to my dorm. beth was asleep, the poor girl needed her rest, so I stayed as quiet as I could. A note on the bathroom door informed me that the caretakers had been around and fixed the toilet. Better late than never, I suppose. I took a quick shower, threw my clothes into the wash and scribbled some notes about the day in my diary. That's all I remember before tiredness overtook me and I fell into a deep and well-deserved sleep.
     
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    Aquamin got a reaction from fortardball87 in Biku Commission thread   
    Amazing art as always Biku. I like the bladder bulge comparison in particular.
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    Aquamin got a reaction from FoxyFun in A wet and relaxing morning (Azur Lane)   
    https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/71586741 Inspired by this picture 

    Thanks to the people in the discord omorashi chat for suggesting songs.

     
    North Carolina slowly stirred under her bedsheets. She slowly opened her eyes, rubbing them as she adjusted to the early morning light coming in through a small frosted up window.
    She turned over and reached over to her bedstand and grabbed the phone lying upon it. The metal felt freezing to the touch after the long Autumn night. She quickly retracted her hand after pushing the power button and reached down under her blankets. Her hand ran down her soft pink nightdress before reaching her snow-white panties.

    Carolina thought about what she was doing and how naughty it was. Before retiring for the night she had abstained from visiting the bathroom and tripled the amount of warm milk she drank. That warm milk had coursed its way through her body overnight, before coming to rest in her now bursting bladder. Carolina smiled as she pulled back her nightdress and stroked her bloated bladder. She squeezed it lightly and felt a surge of pleasure strike her pussy. She bit down on her finger to stifle a soft moan, a full bladder felt so good.

    She removed both her hands and reached over for her now active phone, her eyes squinting at the displayed time in bold font.  7:43 am. She smiled. She had plenty of time to do what she wanted. Straining against the urge to stay in her warm, soft bed, Carolina swung her legs out from under the duvet and stood up. For many with as full a bladder as she had this would have caused quite a substantial leak or even a full-on wetting, but for someone with practice in the art of holding like her, it was no problem. She wondered over to her desk and reached underneath it, pulling out a 500ml bottle of water. Without delay, she threw off the cap and downed the whole thing in seconds like it was the last drink in her life. 

    Placing the now drained bottle upon her desk, she turned and made her way into the bathroom. The toilet looked so inviting with the lid open, something her bladder was quick to remind her off but she dismissed it. She was in control here. Flicking on the light, she turned to face herself in the mirror, she had a gorgeous body and she knew it. Her luscious blonde hair and pearl blue eyes could captivate many men and women with just a glance, and her soft breasts were certain to draw many eyes in revealing clothes like what she was currently wearing. But to admire these features was not why she was here, turning to the right, she lifted her nightdress to reveal her bladder bulge. She inspected it for a moment before smiling with pride as she judged the bulge to be about an inch. She rubbed a hand over it and felt its steel-like hardness under her fingers before suddenly crossing her legs as a wave of desperation hit her, giggling all the while. She enjoyed the desperation for a moment, letting herself relax just a little as her pee pounded on her bladder, pleading to be let out. 

    She laughed as she danced in desperation, twisting her legs together before running on the spot with her hand shoved up between her thighs. After a minute of this, she seized back control and stopped dancing, her aching bladder once more submitting to her. North Carolina pulled down her nightdress before grabbing a yellow towel and exiting the bathroom. Back in her bedroom, she walked back over to her bed before laying the towel down where she was going to lie under the covers. But before she did this she needed one more thing. She pulled open her bedside drawer and retrieved a pair of headphones which she plugged into her phone. A wave of excitement shot through her as she clambered into bed.
     
    Making sure the towel was in position, she lay back and picked up her phone. Placing an earbud inside each ear, she scrolled through her playlists until finding the one she wanted, Morning special time. This was a special playlist just for times like this when she had a river bottled up inside of her and a comfy bed to lie in. She tapped on it and waited for the randomized song to play. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tKi9Z-f6qX4 . As soothing notes started to play she lay back and let herself sink into the mattress and pillow. She could hardly contain both her jubilation and her piss as she thought about what was about to happen.

    Taking a deep breath, she clenched every muscle in her body causing her to go stiff.  She held this state for a few seconds as the music flowed into her ears before she closed her eyes and placed her legs together. With her bladder seconds away from exploding and her hormones raging inside her she let out her breath, before letting everything relax.

    Immediately her lower lips were forced open as a cascade of hot pee burst into her white panties, saturating them before flowing through and onto the towel. Carolina fought the urge to touch herself and remained relaxed, with only the music and the fellow of warmth spreading across her pussy and legs being on her mind. A puddle began to form in the crack between Carolina's legs, the sensation causing her hairs to stand on end and her heart to flutter. As the warmth spread down into her butt she could only squeal as she went over the edge and crashed into an orgasm. She lost track of time after that as her mind was frazzled by the mass of sensations felt in her nether regions but eventually, the stream faded away and her bladder was finally empty. Slowly her eyes fluttered open as she gasped for air. She reached up and pulled off her headphones before feeling under her butt. Her fingers were immediately covered by the puddle that had a moment ago been couped up inside her.  As she felt around the large wet spot left on the towel she felt a sense of satisfaction at the size of it. 

    Outside her room, she could suddenly hear the movement of other shipgirls running to their duties and she sighed as she realized she would have to get up for real. She picked up her phone and paused her music before checking the time. 7:57 am. A smirk spread across her face, she had time for one last thing. Pulling down her soaked panties, she began to rub her swollen lips. This would not take long.

    Thanks for reading. This was a bit odd for me to write because there was no dialogue but I hope I did it well 🙂 
     
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    Aquamin got a reaction from FoxyFun in Pouring like tea (Azur Lane short story)   
    This is another story based on an image I came across (Thank you R/AzurLewd). I'm a bit wore out so sorry for the shortness https://twitter.com/aosaki_1100/status/1027478123686780929   

    Belfast closed the door to her room and locked it. She listened to her fellow maid's footsteps grow distant before she moved. She hobbled over to the mirror standing in the corner of her room. She quickly threw off her dress to reveal her purple swimming bikini underneath. As a maid, Belfast was constantly busy with very little time throughout the day to attend to her needs. While all the maids were known for having tight bladder control, Belfast was in a league of her own. Her bladder of iron was trained as much as often as she trained for combat, that being every day, and she could easily hold over a liter for 8 hours with not a single leak. Today, however, she had chosen to take herself beyond her normal limits. Starting when she woke up at 6 am sharp, she had consumed every liquid she came across. Tea, water, juice, cola, and even a little bit of wine had all been drinking for a final total of 3.2 liters of cold and hot beverages from around the world. 

    By the end of her shift at 6 pm, she was positively dying. Belfast could feel her back teeth swimming with pee as her pelvis ached with an almighty need to drench her clothes in hot urine. By herculean effort and will, she had made it back to her room and now looked at her bloated belly in the mirror. A bowling ball-sized bulge that was once a normal-sized bladder, pushed her panties down by a few centimeters. In her purple bikini, she looked drop-dead gorgeous, but it also showed off her swollen stomach beautifully.  She crossed her legs for it was all she could do, any further movement would spell the end of her hold. She knew from the start this would end in wet clothes, that's why she wore the bikini, but she wanted to experience this feeling of true, unparalleled desperation for just a moment longer.

    She felt hotness at the entrance to her pee hole, any moment her dam would burst and the bikini bottoms would look like they had been tossed in the sea. "Well," she thought  "If I'm going to get wet like on the beach, I should complete the look". Reaching over to the rack next to the mirror, she removed her sun hat and placed it on her head. 

    Spreading her legs, she slowly let out a small stream to wet her lips and get her excited before releasing a torrent. A cascade of bright yellow thundered onto the carpet below as she emptied the bowling ball-sized pool within her. It took five minutes, even with a waterfall between her legs, for the stream to stagnate. Belfast felt her soaked Bikini before fingering herself to finish with one question on her mind. "How am I going to clean up the carpet".

    Thank you for reading and I'm so sorry that the quality of this is not very high. I had a long day but wanted to get this out since this morning (UK time), and i think the quality suffered for it. I'll probably rewrite this someday.
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    Aquamin got a reaction from LilMiss in Aquamin’s short stories   
    Dido’s face suddenly scrunched up, her teeth gritted and eyes shut tight. Belfast lifted her gaze from the watch in her hand “Shall I stop the timer?” Dido’s eyes became wet as she slowly nodded. Sheffield, her expression blank like an automaton, simply watched and waited. The click of the stopwatch signalled to Dido that the test was over.
    Her legs began to shake violently as she let go, a port’s worth of piss pushing out of her tired bladder. Her white thigh highs were stained with streaks all the to her feet, warm streams making their way down both of her long legs. An involuntary sigh of relief escaped her mouth as the pressure died. The light yellow puddle grew rapidly underneath her, a few jets of hot urine falling directly from her panties. The loud splashing began to quiet after a few minutes although, in the state she was in, Dido did not know or care. All she could feel was blissful, heavenly relief. The flow ended shortly after.
    “5 hours, 45 minutes and 36 seconds, very good Dido” announced Belfast. Despite the tiredness and relief she was feeling, not to mention the uncomfortable, damp and rapidly cooling underwear, Dido returned to an elegant and formal pose. “Thank you, miss Belfast, did I pass the test?" Sheffield, quiet and practically unmoving up to this point, step up to the puddle and examined it not unlike how a doctor would examine a patient. If gazes could kill then Sheffield’s was a WMD. It was no secret that Sheffield was an expert when it came to Urine related matters, that’s why she had the final say in this test. 
    What test you may ask? The maid holding test of course. They have to go hours without a break, Belfast even went for a whole day without stopping, so a strong bladder is mandatory. Drink 2 litres and hold it. Last  4 and a half hours and you have passed. If only it were that simple. However, inside the maids own little community there is an expectation to not only hold for a while but to also pee a lot. You could just use. Measuring jug, but where’s the fun in that? A puddle left not of one’s choice was the preferred way of measurement. The criteria? If Sheffield likes it or not.
     
    Dido waited with almost unbeatable anticipation as Sheffield finished her hawk like circling. The puddle stretched for a good two feet from Dido’s high heels. “It is good enough,” said Sheffield, plain and unemotional. A smile lit up on Dido’s face. “You pass” the other two maids declared, one excitedly the other unnervingly robotic. 
     
    Hello everyone, it’s good to be back. My writer’s spirit unfortunately died for a few weeks, but now I’m back and ready to make a lot of panties very wet. This topic is just for random short story ideas, and for me to get back into the swing of things.

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    Aquamin got a reaction from Exodiuss in Aquamin’s short stories   
    Warspite's eyes fluttered open, the black hole like darkness slowly fading as she adjusted. "wwwuhhh?" she groaned groggily. She didn't know what time it was but, from how dark the room was, she assumed it was very early in the morning. She rubbed her face and eyes, feeling the familiar touch her faux silk gloves. She shifted slightly around realising she was still in her normal clothes. I should really go and change she thought to herself. A loud snore filled her ears; Queen Elizabeth was sleeping in the bed next to her. Warspite wasn't too worried about waking up her liege. The queen was a famously heavy sleeper who would only awake to the siren call of Belfast's tea.
     
    Warspite swung her legs out to jump out of bed, the throbbing ache in her bladder hit her like a full broadside. She almost shouted, warm urine pushing to get out, but managed to keep herself under control. Be more careful with the tea-drinking before bed girl she thought to herself. Warspite warily pushed herself to the edge of the bed and let her legs dangle, before reaching down and fishing around for the chamber pot. She felt her fingers tap against the porcelain and wrapped them around the handle. Slosh. The sound made her heart drop. A quick glance between her legs confirmed her fears; the glinting of moonlight on urine. The chamber pot was packed to the brim, obviously filled by more than one visit within the last few hours, with no room for Warspite to relieve her great need.
     
    A small amount of panic slipped into her mind. She knew her bladder was dangerously full and soon, only within minutes, there would be a puddle under her. There was only one option open; she would have to make a dash for the bathroom. Carefully popping the full chamber pot down, making sure not to spill the cooling contents, she pushed herself off onto her feet. A bladder spasm quickly ambushed her. She crossed her legs at the ankles and pushed a hand into her black knickers. The smallest wet spot you could imagine, hardly even feelable, appeared on them. No no no no keep control she willed to herself, beginning to stagger towards the door. Behind her, Queen Elizabeth slept serenely in her bed, a large urine puddle around her thighs. 
     
    Warspite poked her head out of the open doorway and checked if the coast was clear; there was not a soul in sight. She began an awkward waddle down the hallway to the lavatory, her footsteps quietly echoing around. Both of her hands were now shoved against her panties; her fingers were even squeezing her lips shut to help herself hold. She soon came across the familiar oak wood door of the royal loo, the bronze panel on it bore an engraving of a crown along with WC. She breathed a sigh of relief as she grasped the knob and turned. Nothing. She turned it again. Nothing. seizing the handle and with a grunt of effort, she twisted the knob. Nothing. If a royal knight would ever cry now would be the time. Relief was so near yet so far away, a few inches of carved wood stopped her from the relief she so frantically craved. But alas it seemed as if dry underwear was nought but a dream. Her bladder was about to explode.
     
     
    A door behind her opened, things could not get any worse. "Please" begged Warspite tearfully "go away. Leave me alone to get this humiliation over with." "I would never abandon you" came the reply. Belfast stepped up alongside Warspite, a large towel in hand. She was dressed in a white thigh-length nightdress and nothing else. "The toilet is unfortunately locked for repair work tomorrow morning, and my key is in the office. By the time I got there and back, I suspect I would be cleaning your puddle." The statements did not help Warspite "Go into the room and chuck out the chamber pot, then return here with it" ordered Warspite. "And empty it where exactly? The toilet is locked" retorted Belfast with just a hint of cheek. Warspite knew it was folly to try anything else. Or was it?
     
    "The towel, quickly" she barked, her control slipping further and further. The faint taps of liquid on wood were heard as her bladder began to relax. Belfast knew better than to question what she was doing and handed Warspite the large green towel she had brought out from her room. Warspite's left hand grabbed the towel and ruffled it into a tight ball; her right pulled her panties aside. A jet of steaming hot piss managed to spray out of her before the towel was thrust directly against her bare vagina. The relief was immediate and orgasmic, her bladder was voiding itself like a pump; a thick stream soaking into the towel "haaaaaaaaaa, erm ahem" her face turning beetroot red at her involuntary moan. Belfast simply giggled. The towel started to become heavy and hot after 20 seconds of Warspite's piss river, a sizeable amount of the clear liquid began to splatter on the floor. Warspite was long past the point of caring the relief and feeling of pleasure were too great.
     
    After a minute of firehose like urinating Warspite was empty and exhausted. "Bloodly hell" her panting breaking up each word. "The royal shower room is still open if you wish to clean up miss Warspite," said Belfast, she had already retrieved another towel from her room. "Yes, I think I will" Warspite responded. Shaking her feet to get the urine off her shoes, she began her short walk to the showers. Before entering, she turned back to where Belfast was. Despite the fact she should be sleeping, Belfast was hard at work cleaning away the evidence of Warspite's incident. At times like this, Warspite was glad for her unnatural dedication to duty.



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    Aquamin got a reaction from Mistress26 in Tiny Stories and Poems (of Desperation!)   
    Relief
    It had been so long since last she had relief.
    A 14-hour shift with only two breaks.
    Oh, how she cursed the litre bottle, "I can hold it" so she thought.
    Now she stares through tear-filled eyes at the stairway to her relief.
    Twenty aching steps.
    Twenty times pain raced through her bulging bladder.
    Twenty times the ocean inside her felt as if it were to burst out.
    Twenty times her underwear was threatened with a violent soaking.
    At last, the toilet was in sight, her piss pounding to be let out.
    But oh, it was not to be.
    A blockage in the system, a halt to her relief.
    It seemed all hope of saved panties were gone; the floor about to become a new river.
    But then, in the corner, she saw her salvation.
    Panties hit the floor.
    Her bladder wins before she is ready.
    A thick stream between her thighs as she rushes over.
    Bottom down on the sink, a firehose gusher coming out.
    The warmth splashed all over her butt.
    At last, she had relief.
    Sweet, orgasmic relief.
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    Aquamin got a reaction from Gentleman_95 in Unleashing a river (Based on Biku art)   
    https://www.omorashi.org/uploads/monthly_2020_02/bwpee.png.b3c18d332fd28c03ea0516337eea7e68.png  Based on this lovely art piece by best Waifu Biku and endorsed by him to post on the org.
     
    So I suppose I should introduce myself to you guys. Hi, I'm Amelia, 21 at the time of the story and writing. I'm currently in university away from my native Baltimore and living it up with my two roommates/besties; Beth and Maddy. We live, love and laugh together; and they are the reason I'm writing this. Lemme tell you something about myself: I hate using public restrooms. It doesn't matter shit where it is Uni, cafe, museum or even the fucking library; I won't use their facilities. I don't even know why if I'm honest, just never really liked public lavatories. Perhaps obviously, this has led to some close calls and near misses. Bushes have been a panty saver on many occasions. But not on the time I'm gonna tell you about. 
     
     
    Quick description of myself and clothes: 5,3 with B cups, black medium length hair, green eyes and caucasian. I was wearing a black skirt, blue jacket, black knee-high socks ( i adore them to death), some cheap sneakers and most importantly a pair of white panties with black seam.
     
     
    So my day goes as it ordinarily does, classes, studying and shooting the shit. However, the day was as hot as hell. Everyone was sweating buckets throughout the entire day. Loads of people were gulping down water, myself kinda included. I reckon I had drunk around 700ml by the time I packed up to head out at 5pm. Important to note I hadn't taken a piss since 2:30pm so, I was feeling a little need to empty the tank. Of course, I would have to walk back to my dorm for this; no problem since its only a quick hop from where I was chilling out listening to some Queen. So I take my stuff and make my way out of the building, hands in my empty jacket pockets and "Its a kind of magic"playing in my ears. I sing out loud sometimes, and that is one of my favs to do so too. My dorm building is right across the forum from the building I was in, just FYI.
     
    So I and my slightly full bladder skip our mellow ass over to the awkwardly heavy front double doors of my dorm building and heave them open. Stairs are so tiring, but I need my exercise so up I go. Within moments I'm at the door to my dorm, thinking do I go and piss right now or have a cheeky lil hold? Turns out it will be neither. The door opens for me, and Maddy latches herself onto me. "What's up, Amelia? Had a good time studying for your biology exam while I and Beth be making plans?" She said this all within like 5 seconds, the gal's a bomb of energy. I'm studying to become a doc if you wanted to know. While I was in her grizzly bear strength death hug, she squished my bladder ever so slightly; felt nice if I'm honest, not too much discomfort. I pry myself from her vice-like grip "It was pretty relaxing if I'm straight with you Mad's, (her nickname) just sitting back with a book, good fucking music and an ice-cool bottle of H2O."
     
    Beth comes out of her bedroom, blanket around her arms and flannel on her head. "Maddy, for the 30th time I ain't coming to the bar tonight; I look like I've been dragged through the dump." She sniffled after every word, and her hair was in such a shambles; flu is a bitch. "I know, I know," Maddy keeps her distance from Beth while saying this, she doesn't want the bug Beth has. Especially not on her birthday. What exactly was the big plan I hear you ask dear reader? Get absolutely fucking wasted because it is her 21st. Well, that was the plan. "Humph, fine then Amelia is coming with me" she demanded, sounding like a bitchy anime character. And with those words, my evening was decided; you do not argue with Maddy when she has her mind set on something. Now you might be saying "Amelia you can just go to the bathroom now before you leave your dorm. Its only 5pm and there is no way she can seriously ask you not to pee before you leave." Why yes I could have gone. I could have wandered into the bathroom, whipped down my undies and pissed on the usually warm toilet. But unfortunately, I couldn't.
     
    Beth had rendered the toilet a no go until the uni's caretakers came, at 7pm. Maddy wanted to leave at 6pm. What about the dormitory's communal toilets? Nope, they are public toilets. The one pisser in the entire city I felt comfy using was out of order. Well shit, guess I was holding for the long term because I don't want to let down Mad's on her 21st birthday. I was worried a bit, but I thought I could hold firm until we got back; whenever that was. 
     
    So I spent the next hour waiting for Maddy to get finished up, making sure to drink not even a sip; I needed as much mileage out of my bladder as possible. Gotta admit though, Maddy looked like the bomb. Strawberry blonde up in a ponytail with blue jeans and red hoodie. "You ready to go?" she asked, a mix of excitement and impatience in her voice. I got off the bed and nodded, I played the moment from ROTJ where Lando says "Here goes nothing" in my head for some reason. So we both head out, two girls looking for a good time. Everything is gonna be perfect, Maddy has the bar she wanted to go to and even what drink she was gonna order decided. She took us to the wrong street. Then missed the bar's huge ass sign on the right street, fuck me she can be a bit dim. The third time was the charm, and we were in the bar only about an hour later than expected. And she said it was a quick walk.
     
     
    So the time was around 7:45, we found two barstools and made our order. 
    She made her choice first, a small beer can; nothing too fancy. I'm not the biggest fan of alcohol, so I bought a Pepsi. Quick bladder report: I'm at the point of "I probably should try and pee soon." My bladder was not hurting or anything, just bit uncomfy. Not how I'd like to be, but no need for alarm. So then the waiter (a guy named Jeff, he's a nice dude) brings out the drinks. Small beer for Maddy, and a fucking litre of coke for me. My jaw was somewhere between my thigh highs and my pussy, I could feel it quiver in terror at the sight of this monster. A few seconds ago I was chill, now I was pretty heckin unchill. Can you picture someone holding a plastic bag, partially full, and then bumping a litre bottle of Pepsi into it? That was how I was picturing that drink and my bladder, just noisily pouring a litre into my bladder. The confidence I had before: smashed. The "hey, gonna be a nice night" attitude: washed away in black, bubbly, fizzy beverages. I checked the menu; what did I actually order? "1 litre Pepsi supreme, meant for couples." There was no chance Maddy was sharing this with me, she hates sharing cutlery let alone a drink. I could just leave part of the drink, but then Maddy might think I'm not well or enjoying the evening. I was trapped between a barstool and a soda.
     
    FIZZZZZ. Maddy cracked open her cold one and looked at me with a face that would make a Soviet commissar go "awwww." "Bottoms up, Amelia!!" She clicked our drinks together, causing a few millilitres of pop to flow out. I watched it splash against the dark tile floor, not understanding that it was almost like an omen of what was to come. "Yeah," I said with a touch of apprehension "bottoms up." Maddy immediately knocked back her can, loudly gulping down for about 3 seconds. Her fucking facial reaction killed me. "UUUUUUWUWWUWWWUWWUEGGGGGGGGGGG" she screeched, killing me even more "that tastes like bulls piss." She slapped herself on the chest and quickly asked the waiter for an apple juice. "Hahahaa, how would you know what bulls piss tastes like?" My amusement at her situation was obvious. "Fuck you, Amelia, go suck off James from next door" she jokingly retorted, giggling and coughing. "Bitch you know imma lesbian, so it would be Jessica from down the hall." "I'll tell her that" she half-joking half-seriously threatened. "You won't, Maddy, no balls." "Literally you idiot, I got a puss puss like you; but i seriously will unless you do something." "Oh yeah, what?" I put my mouth to my humongous mug and took a sip. She smiled "Chug it." 
     
    I know I know, it was a dumb idea to do so. But I was hyped up on banter energy, dare daringness and slight worry she would tell Jessica (who is actually not attracted to). Within a minute, I had taken it all in. The 1 litre that, I would have spaced over an hour or more, had made its way to my bladder in one swoop. It suddenly dawned on me how bad I had fucked up. I was not a 100% certain at that time, but part of me knew this wasn't gonna end well.
     
    Now here is where I would put what I and Maddy were doing for the next 3 hours. That's right, 3 hours. I left the bar at 10:45pm exactly. I would put what I and Maddy were doing, but most of it is personal stuff and boring so I won't. What I will tell you is that I love this woman for what she did at 9:36. She moved us to a secluded table, where neither she nor anyone else could see me under it. My hand was glued my crotch squeezing myself with a grip that could bend steel. My thigh high's were rubbed together so quickly as I bounded my crossed legs I almost wore a hole in them. My legs ached from how much I shook. By the 10:45 I couldn't take it anymore. I made an excuse to Maddy, saying I felt unwell and needed to return to the dorm. She understood, probably thinking I caught what Beth had, and bade me farewell.
     
     
    The warm sunlight had been banished by the dark night, the chill not helping my situation. The streets had life, but not enough to make it feel crowded. I was visibly sweating and in discomfort. My legs were constantly rubbing together, and I had to fight to keep myself from shoving my hands hard into my crotch. It was desperation like I had never felt before. My bladder didn't know if it wanted to expand or let everything out in a tidal wave of piss. Honestly, all I wanted was to sleep; I was exhausted. My tiptoe steps were delicate and precise. One wrong move and I would be adding another river to this city. My bladder was like a weight under me, dragging me down and impeding my movement. I was so full and desperate I thought something was wrong with me, I considered calling 911; but quickly came to my senses. My breathing was almost gasp-like, I sucked in air like it was going out of style. The streets and building seemed to go on forever, my dorm and relief so far but so close. I was cursing and moaning as I went along, I feel so sorry for the old lady who heard me.
     
    Eventually, I came upon the place that brings me here; a destination that fate willed me to go to. An alleyway with no entrances to businesses and a dumpster to hide behind. When I laid eyes on that big blue son of a bitch, a roll of thunder came. It was like a sign from the heavens. Although it was actually the F-16s from the nearby Air Force Base. I locked eyes with it, clint Eastwood style, ready for its move. Yeah, this batshit moment lasted a few seconds before my bladder was like "hey, I'm about to dump Niagra falls, Lake Victoria and every other large body of water into your panties." So, with what felt like a ton of urine in my belly, I "hurried" behind this dumpster. A dead-end; perfect. I can let it go in a dark alley, with no witnesses. But not in the perfectly good toilet in the bar. Well, no use overthinking things now.
     
    So I hook my thumbs around the black seam of my panties and tug them down to where my knee socks end. Totally dry by some miracle. I adopt a doubled over stance, hands clasped, elbows rested on my knees. I spread my legs and prepare myself. All the while, my bladder muscles are screaming at me to let go. My bladder is pushing with all its might to get my brain to let go. As soon as I think my shoes are out of the blast zone, I give in.
     
    Lemme tell you something. Holy shit. Fucking god. Jesus on a bike, bitches on a trike, you have no idea the sheer bliss I felt. My bladder didn't pee, or piss, or firehose, or spray, or spurt. Go onto youtube and look up "emergency dam discharges." Now take the most powerful one you can find and double it. The pee screamed out of me like a gusher, an absolute rush of warm liquid. The splattering against the dry ground was orgasmic on its own. I could feel the ripples through my bladder as it pumped out piss, it was like someone squeezing a bottle. It pushed my urethra wide open and soaked my entire crotch, not just my vagina, the whole crotch. My thighs, despite being spread wide, were getting a thin coating of my hot pee. My thigh highs got their inner sides saturated, my shoes became like swimming pool's edges. The steam began to rise like someone had set off a special effect, I was sure that something was on fire due to the heat and force of the stream. And my bladder was still full as hell. I had peeked down a few times at it while walking, and it bulged at least a few inches. I touched it once, with my pinky finger as gently as possible. My bladder was literally steel. I have no other way of explaining its weight or its hardness. I moaned so god damn loud I was like a hentai character getting dicked good 'n' hard. But Nah, I'm a lesbian anyway, it was just an Atlantic ocean leaving my bladder.
     
    1 and a half minutes of this display of this forceful bladder contents removal went by before the stream slowed. After another minute and my long hold's dramatic ending was over. I was a panting mess. My heart was racing, loins dying for attention and a puddle the size of Washington DC under my soaked feet. But hey, at least my panties were dry. Or were they? I checked with my fingers and found they were a little damp, but not much. I took a moment to gather myself, then pulled up my panties. The squelch and splash underfoot as I left my artificial ocean behind almost made me orgasm. Out in the street, no one was aware of what I did; and I intended to keep it that way.
     
     Quickly, though careful not to rub my lower region too much with my thighs, I left the area and made my way back to my dorm. beth was asleep, the poor girl needed her rest, so I stayed as quiet as I could. A note on the bathroom door informed me that the caretakers had been around and fixed the toilet. Better late than never, I suppose. I took a quick shower, threw my clothes into the wash and scribbled some notes about the day in my diary. That's all I remember before tiredness overtook me and I fell into a deep and well-deserved sleep.
     
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    Aquamin got a reaction from Rexone_312 in Unleashing a river (Based on Biku art)   
    https://www.omorashi.org/uploads/monthly_2020_02/bwpee.png.b3c18d332fd28c03ea0516337eea7e68.png  Based on this lovely art piece by best Waifu Biku and endorsed by him to post on the org.
     
    So I suppose I should introduce myself to you guys. Hi, I'm Amelia, 21 at the time of the story and writing. I'm currently in university away from my native Baltimore and living it up with my two roommates/besties; Beth and Maddy. We live, love and laugh together; and they are the reason I'm writing this. Lemme tell you something about myself: I hate using public restrooms. It doesn't matter shit where it is Uni, cafe, museum or even the fucking library; I won't use their facilities. I don't even know why if I'm honest, just never really liked public lavatories. Perhaps obviously, this has led to some close calls and near misses. Bushes have been a panty saver on many occasions. But not on the time I'm gonna tell you about. 
     
     
    Quick description of myself and clothes: 5,3 with B cups, black medium length hair, green eyes and caucasian. I was wearing a black skirt, blue jacket, black knee-high socks ( i adore them to death), some cheap sneakers and most importantly a pair of white panties with black seam.
     
     
    So my day goes as it ordinarily does, classes, studying and shooting the shit. However, the day was as hot as hell. Everyone was sweating buckets throughout the entire day. Loads of people were gulping down water, myself kinda included. I reckon I had drunk around 700ml by the time I packed up to head out at 5pm. Important to note I hadn't taken a piss since 2:30pm so, I was feeling a little need to empty the tank. Of course, I would have to walk back to my dorm for this; no problem since its only a quick hop from where I was chilling out listening to some Queen. So I take my stuff and make my way out of the building, hands in my empty jacket pockets and "Its a kind of magic"playing in my ears. I sing out loud sometimes, and that is one of my favs to do so too. My dorm building is right across the forum from the building I was in, just FYI.
     
    So I and my slightly full bladder skip our mellow ass over to the awkwardly heavy front double doors of my dorm building and heave them open. Stairs are so tiring, but I need my exercise so up I go. Within moments I'm at the door to my dorm, thinking do I go and piss right now or have a cheeky lil hold? Turns out it will be neither. The door opens for me, and Maddy latches herself onto me. "What's up, Amelia? Had a good time studying for your biology exam while I and Beth be making plans?" She said this all within like 5 seconds, the gal's a bomb of energy. I'm studying to become a doc if you wanted to know. While I was in her grizzly bear strength death hug, she squished my bladder ever so slightly; felt nice if I'm honest, not too much discomfort. I pry myself from her vice-like grip "It was pretty relaxing if I'm straight with you Mad's, (her nickname) just sitting back with a book, good fucking music and an ice-cool bottle of H2O."
     
    Beth comes out of her bedroom, blanket around her arms and flannel on her head. "Maddy, for the 30th time I ain't coming to the bar tonight; I look like I've been dragged through the dump." She sniffled after every word, and her hair was in such a shambles; flu is a bitch. "I know, I know," Maddy keeps her distance from Beth while saying this, she doesn't want the bug Beth has. Especially not on her birthday. What exactly was the big plan I hear you ask dear reader? Get absolutely fucking wasted because it is her 21st. Well, that was the plan. "Humph, fine then Amelia is coming with me" she demanded, sounding like a bitchy anime character. And with those words, my evening was decided; you do not argue with Maddy when she has her mind set on something. Now you might be saying "Amelia you can just go to the bathroom now before you leave your dorm. Its only 5pm and there is no way she can seriously ask you not to pee before you leave." Why yes I could have gone. I could have wandered into the bathroom, whipped down my undies and pissed on the usually warm toilet. But unfortunately, I couldn't.
     
    Beth had rendered the toilet a no go until the uni's caretakers came, at 7pm. Maddy wanted to leave at 6pm. What about the dormitory's communal toilets? Nope, they are public toilets. The one pisser in the entire city I felt comfy using was out of order. Well shit, guess I was holding for the long term because I don't want to let down Mad's on her 21st birthday. I was worried a bit, but I thought I could hold firm until we got back; whenever that was. 
     
    So I spent the next hour waiting for Maddy to get finished up, making sure to drink not even a sip; I needed as much mileage out of my bladder as possible. Gotta admit though, Maddy looked like the bomb. Strawberry blonde up in a ponytail with blue jeans and red hoodie. "You ready to go?" she asked, a mix of excitement and impatience in her voice. I got off the bed and nodded, I played the moment from ROTJ where Lando says "Here goes nothing" in my head for some reason. So we both head out, two girls looking for a good time. Everything is gonna be perfect, Maddy has the bar she wanted to go to and even what drink she was gonna order decided. She took us to the wrong street. Then missed the bar's huge ass sign on the right street, fuck me she can be a bit dim. The third time was the charm, and we were in the bar only about an hour later than expected. And she said it was a quick walk.
     
     
    So the time was around 7:45, we found two barstools and made our order. 
    She made her choice first, a small beer can; nothing too fancy. I'm not the biggest fan of alcohol, so I bought a Pepsi. Quick bladder report: I'm at the point of "I probably should try and pee soon." My bladder was not hurting or anything, just bit uncomfy. Not how I'd like to be, but no need for alarm. So then the waiter (a guy named Jeff, he's a nice dude) brings out the drinks. Small beer for Maddy, and a fucking litre of coke for me. My jaw was somewhere between my thigh highs and my pussy, I could feel it quiver in terror at the sight of this monster. A few seconds ago I was chill, now I was pretty heckin unchill. Can you picture someone holding a plastic bag, partially full, and then bumping a litre bottle of Pepsi into it? That was how I was picturing that drink and my bladder, just noisily pouring a litre into my bladder. The confidence I had before: smashed. The "hey, gonna be a nice night" attitude: washed away in black, bubbly, fizzy beverages. I checked the menu; what did I actually order? "1 litre Pepsi supreme, meant for couples." There was no chance Maddy was sharing this with me, she hates sharing cutlery let alone a drink. I could just leave part of the drink, but then Maddy might think I'm not well or enjoying the evening. I was trapped between a barstool and a soda.
     
    FIZZZZZ. Maddy cracked open her cold one and looked at me with a face that would make a Soviet commissar go "awwww." "Bottoms up, Amelia!!" She clicked our drinks together, causing a few millilitres of pop to flow out. I watched it splash against the dark tile floor, not understanding that it was almost like an omen of what was to come. "Yeah," I said with a touch of apprehension "bottoms up." Maddy immediately knocked back her can, loudly gulping down for about 3 seconds. Her fucking facial reaction killed me. "UUUUUUWUWWUWWWUWWUEGGGGGGGGGGG" she screeched, killing me even more "that tastes like bulls piss." She slapped herself on the chest and quickly asked the waiter for an apple juice. "Hahahaa, how would you know what bulls piss tastes like?" My amusement at her situation was obvious. "Fuck you, Amelia, go suck off James from next door" she jokingly retorted, giggling and coughing. "Bitch you know imma lesbian, so it would be Jessica from down the hall." "I'll tell her that" she half-joking half-seriously threatened. "You won't, Maddy, no balls." "Literally you idiot, I got a puss puss like you; but i seriously will unless you do something." "Oh yeah, what?" I put my mouth to my humongous mug and took a sip. She smiled "Chug it." 
     
    I know I know, it was a dumb idea to do so. But I was hyped up on banter energy, dare daringness and slight worry she would tell Jessica (who is actually not attracted to). Within a minute, I had taken it all in. The 1 litre that, I would have spaced over an hour or more, had made its way to my bladder in one swoop. It suddenly dawned on me how bad I had fucked up. I was not a 100% certain at that time, but part of me knew this wasn't gonna end well.
     
    Now here is where I would put what I and Maddy were doing for the next 3 hours. That's right, 3 hours. I left the bar at 10:45pm exactly. I would put what I and Maddy were doing, but most of it is personal stuff and boring so I won't. What I will tell you is that I love this woman for what she did at 9:36. She moved us to a secluded table, where neither she nor anyone else could see me under it. My hand was glued my crotch squeezing myself with a grip that could bend steel. My thigh high's were rubbed together so quickly as I bounded my crossed legs I almost wore a hole in them. My legs ached from how much I shook. By the 10:45 I couldn't take it anymore. I made an excuse to Maddy, saying I felt unwell and needed to return to the dorm. She understood, probably thinking I caught what Beth had, and bade me farewell.
     
     
    The warm sunlight had been banished by the dark night, the chill not helping my situation. The streets had life, but not enough to make it feel crowded. I was visibly sweating and in discomfort. My legs were constantly rubbing together, and I had to fight to keep myself from shoving my hands hard into my crotch. It was desperation like I had never felt before. My bladder didn't know if it wanted to expand or let everything out in a tidal wave of piss. Honestly, all I wanted was to sleep; I was exhausted. My tiptoe steps were delicate and precise. One wrong move and I would be adding another river to this city. My bladder was like a weight under me, dragging me down and impeding my movement. I was so full and desperate I thought something was wrong with me, I considered calling 911; but quickly came to my senses. My breathing was almost gasp-like, I sucked in air like it was going out of style. The streets and building seemed to go on forever, my dorm and relief so far but so close. I was cursing and moaning as I went along, I feel so sorry for the old lady who heard me.
     
    Eventually, I came upon the place that brings me here; a destination that fate willed me to go to. An alleyway with no entrances to businesses and a dumpster to hide behind. When I laid eyes on that big blue son of a bitch, a roll of thunder came. It was like a sign from the heavens. Although it was actually the F-16s from the nearby Air Force Base. I locked eyes with it, clint Eastwood style, ready for its move. Yeah, this batshit moment lasted a few seconds before my bladder was like "hey, I'm about to dump Niagra falls, Lake Victoria and every other large body of water into your panties." So, with what felt like a ton of urine in my belly, I "hurried" behind this dumpster. A dead-end; perfect. I can let it go in a dark alley, with no witnesses. But not in the perfectly good toilet in the bar. Well, no use overthinking things now.
     
    So I hook my thumbs around the black seam of my panties and tug them down to where my knee socks end. Totally dry by some miracle. I adopt a doubled over stance, hands clasped, elbows rested on my knees. I spread my legs and prepare myself. All the while, my bladder muscles are screaming at me to let go. My bladder is pushing with all its might to get my brain to let go. As soon as I think my shoes are out of the blast zone, I give in.
     
    Lemme tell you something. Holy shit. Fucking god. Jesus on a bike, bitches on a trike, you have no idea the sheer bliss I felt. My bladder didn't pee, or piss, or firehose, or spray, or spurt. Go onto youtube and look up "emergency dam discharges." Now take the most powerful one you can find and double it. The pee screamed out of me like a gusher, an absolute rush of warm liquid. The splattering against the dry ground was orgasmic on its own. I could feel the ripples through my bladder as it pumped out piss, it was like someone squeezing a bottle. It pushed my urethra wide open and soaked my entire crotch, not just my vagina, the whole crotch. My thighs, despite being spread wide, were getting a thin coating of my hot pee. My thigh highs got their inner sides saturated, my shoes became like swimming pool's edges. The steam began to rise like someone had set off a special effect, I was sure that something was on fire due to the heat and force of the stream. And my bladder was still full as hell. I had peeked down a few times at it while walking, and it bulged at least a few inches. I touched it once, with my pinky finger as gently as possible. My bladder was literally steel. I have no other way of explaining its weight or its hardness. I moaned so god damn loud I was like a hentai character getting dicked good 'n' hard. But Nah, I'm a lesbian anyway, it was just an Atlantic ocean leaving my bladder.
     
    1 and a half minutes of this display of this forceful bladder contents removal went by before the stream slowed. After another minute and my long hold's dramatic ending was over. I was a panting mess. My heart was racing, loins dying for attention and a puddle the size of Washington DC under my soaked feet. But hey, at least my panties were dry. Or were they? I checked with my fingers and found they were a little damp, but not much. I took a moment to gather myself, then pulled up my panties. The squelch and splash underfoot as I left my artificial ocean behind almost made me orgasm. Out in the street, no one was aware of what I did; and I intended to keep it that way.
     
     Quickly, though careful not to rub my lower region too much with my thighs, I left the area and made my way back to my dorm. beth was asleep, the poor girl needed her rest, so I stayed as quiet as I could. A note on the bathroom door informed me that the caretakers had been around and fixed the toilet. Better late than never, I suppose. I took a quick shower, threw my clothes into the wash and scribbled some notes about the day in my diary. That's all I remember before tiredness overtook me and I fell into a deep and well-deserved sleep.
     
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    Aquamin got a reaction from HoldingPrinces in Unleashing a river (Based on Biku art)   
    https://www.omorashi.org/uploads/monthly_2020_02/bwpee.png.b3c18d332fd28c03ea0516337eea7e68.png  Based on this lovely art piece by best Waifu Biku and endorsed by him to post on the org.
     
    So I suppose I should introduce myself to you guys. Hi, I'm Amelia, 21 at the time of the story and writing. I'm currently in university away from my native Baltimore and living it up with my two roommates/besties; Beth and Maddy. We live, love and laugh together; and they are the reason I'm writing this. Lemme tell you something about myself: I hate using public restrooms. It doesn't matter shit where it is Uni, cafe, museum or even the fucking library; I won't use their facilities. I don't even know why if I'm honest, just never really liked public lavatories. Perhaps obviously, this has led to some close calls and near misses. Bushes have been a panty saver on many occasions. But not on the time I'm gonna tell you about. 
     
     
    Quick description of myself and clothes: 5,3 with B cups, black medium length hair, green eyes and caucasian. I was wearing a black skirt, blue jacket, black knee-high socks ( i adore them to death), some cheap sneakers and most importantly a pair of white panties with black seam.
     
     
    So my day goes as it ordinarily does, classes, studying and shooting the shit. However, the day was as hot as hell. Everyone was sweating buckets throughout the entire day. Loads of people were gulping down water, myself kinda included. I reckon I had drunk around 700ml by the time I packed up to head out at 5pm. Important to note I hadn't taken a piss since 2:30pm so, I was feeling a little need to empty the tank. Of course, I would have to walk back to my dorm for this; no problem since its only a quick hop from where I was chilling out listening to some Queen. So I take my stuff and make my way out of the building, hands in my empty jacket pockets and "Its a kind of magic"playing in my ears. I sing out loud sometimes, and that is one of my favs to do so too. My dorm building is right across the forum from the building I was in, just FYI.
     
    So I and my slightly full bladder skip our mellow ass over to the awkwardly heavy front double doors of my dorm building and heave them open. Stairs are so tiring, but I need my exercise so up I go. Within moments I'm at the door to my dorm, thinking do I go and piss right now or have a cheeky lil hold? Turns out it will be neither. The door opens for me, and Maddy latches herself onto me. "What's up, Amelia? Had a good time studying for your biology exam while I and Beth be making plans?" She said this all within like 5 seconds, the gal's a bomb of energy. I'm studying to become a doc if you wanted to know. While I was in her grizzly bear strength death hug, she squished my bladder ever so slightly; felt nice if I'm honest, not too much discomfort. I pry myself from her vice-like grip "It was pretty relaxing if I'm straight with you Mad's, (her nickname) just sitting back with a book, good fucking music and an ice-cool bottle of H2O."
     
    Beth comes out of her bedroom, blanket around her arms and flannel on her head. "Maddy, for the 30th time I ain't coming to the bar tonight; I look like I've been dragged through the dump." She sniffled after every word, and her hair was in such a shambles; flu is a bitch. "I know, I know," Maddy keeps her distance from Beth while saying this, she doesn't want the bug Beth has. Especially not on her birthday. What exactly was the big plan I hear you ask dear reader? Get absolutely fucking wasted because it is her 21st. Well, that was the plan. "Humph, fine then Amelia is coming with me" she demanded, sounding like a bitchy anime character. And with those words, my evening was decided; you do not argue with Maddy when she has her mind set on something. Now you might be saying "Amelia you can just go to the bathroom now before you leave your dorm. Its only 5pm and there is no way she can seriously ask you not to pee before you leave." Why yes I could have gone. I could have wandered into the bathroom, whipped down my undies and pissed on the usually warm toilet. But unfortunately, I couldn't.
     
    Beth had rendered the toilet a no go until the uni's caretakers came, at 7pm. Maddy wanted to leave at 6pm. What about the dormitory's communal toilets? Nope, they are public toilets. The one pisser in the entire city I felt comfy using was out of order. Well shit, guess I was holding for the long term because I don't want to let down Mad's on her 21st birthday. I was worried a bit, but I thought I could hold firm until we got back; whenever that was. 
     
    So I spent the next hour waiting for Maddy to get finished up, making sure to drink not even a sip; I needed as much mileage out of my bladder as possible. Gotta admit though, Maddy looked like the bomb. Strawberry blonde up in a ponytail with blue jeans and red hoodie. "You ready to go?" she asked, a mix of excitement and impatience in her voice. I got off the bed and nodded, I played the moment from ROTJ where Lando says "Here goes nothing" in my head for some reason. So we both head out, two girls looking for a good time. Everything is gonna be perfect, Maddy has the bar she wanted to go to and even what drink she was gonna order decided. She took us to the wrong street. Then missed the bar's huge ass sign on the right street, fuck me she can be a bit dim. The third time was the charm, and we were in the bar only about an hour later than expected. And she said it was a quick walk.
     
     
    So the time was around 7:45, we found two barstools and made our order. 
    She made her choice first, a small beer can; nothing too fancy. I'm not the biggest fan of alcohol, so I bought a Pepsi. Quick bladder report: I'm at the point of "I probably should try and pee soon." My bladder was not hurting or anything, just bit uncomfy. Not how I'd like to be, but no need for alarm. So then the waiter (a guy named Jeff, he's a nice dude) brings out the drinks. Small beer for Maddy, and a fucking litre of coke for me. My jaw was somewhere between my thigh highs and my pussy, I could feel it quiver in terror at the sight of this monster. A few seconds ago I was chill, now I was pretty heckin unchill. Can you picture someone holding a plastic bag, partially full, and then bumping a litre bottle of Pepsi into it? That was how I was picturing that drink and my bladder, just noisily pouring a litre into my bladder. The confidence I had before: smashed. The "hey, gonna be a nice night" attitude: washed away in black, bubbly, fizzy beverages. I checked the menu; what did I actually order? "1 litre Pepsi supreme, meant for couples." There was no chance Maddy was sharing this with me, she hates sharing cutlery let alone a drink. I could just leave part of the drink, but then Maddy might think I'm not well or enjoying the evening. I was trapped between a barstool and a soda.
     
    FIZZZZZ. Maddy cracked open her cold one and looked at me with a face that would make a Soviet commissar go "awwww." "Bottoms up, Amelia!!" She clicked our drinks together, causing a few millilitres of pop to flow out. I watched it splash against the dark tile floor, not understanding that it was almost like an omen of what was to come. "Yeah," I said with a touch of apprehension "bottoms up." Maddy immediately knocked back her can, loudly gulping down for about 3 seconds. Her fucking facial reaction killed me. "UUUUUUWUWWUWWWUWWUEGGGGGGGGGGG" she screeched, killing me even more "that tastes like bulls piss." She slapped herself on the chest and quickly asked the waiter for an apple juice. "Hahahaa, how would you know what bulls piss tastes like?" My amusement at her situation was obvious. "Fuck you, Amelia, go suck off James from next door" she jokingly retorted, giggling and coughing. "Bitch you know imma lesbian, so it would be Jessica from down the hall." "I'll tell her that" she half-joking half-seriously threatened. "You won't, Maddy, no balls." "Literally you idiot, I got a puss puss like you; but i seriously will unless you do something." "Oh yeah, what?" I put my mouth to my humongous mug and took a sip. She smiled "Chug it." 
     
    I know I know, it was a dumb idea to do so. But I was hyped up on banter energy, dare daringness and slight worry she would tell Jessica (who is actually not attracted to). Within a minute, I had taken it all in. The 1 litre that, I would have spaced over an hour or more, had made its way to my bladder in one swoop. It suddenly dawned on me how bad I had fucked up. I was not a 100% certain at that time, but part of me knew this wasn't gonna end well.
     
    Now here is where I would put what I and Maddy were doing for the next 3 hours. That's right, 3 hours. I left the bar at 10:45pm exactly. I would put what I and Maddy were doing, but most of it is personal stuff and boring so I won't. What I will tell you is that I love this woman for what she did at 9:36. She moved us to a secluded table, where neither she nor anyone else could see me under it. My hand was glued my crotch squeezing myself with a grip that could bend steel. My thigh high's were rubbed together so quickly as I bounded my crossed legs I almost wore a hole in them. My legs ached from how much I shook. By the 10:45 I couldn't take it anymore. I made an excuse to Maddy, saying I felt unwell and needed to return to the dorm. She understood, probably thinking I caught what Beth had, and bade me farewell.
     
     
    The warm sunlight had been banished by the dark night, the chill not helping my situation. The streets had life, but not enough to make it feel crowded. I was visibly sweating and in discomfort. My legs were constantly rubbing together, and I had to fight to keep myself from shoving my hands hard into my crotch. It was desperation like I had never felt before. My bladder didn't know if it wanted to expand or let everything out in a tidal wave of piss. Honestly, all I wanted was to sleep; I was exhausted. My tiptoe steps were delicate and precise. One wrong move and I would be adding another river to this city. My bladder was like a weight under me, dragging me down and impeding my movement. I was so full and desperate I thought something was wrong with me, I considered calling 911; but quickly came to my senses. My breathing was almost gasp-like, I sucked in air like it was going out of style. The streets and building seemed to go on forever, my dorm and relief so far but so close. I was cursing and moaning as I went along, I feel so sorry for the old lady who heard me.
     
    Eventually, I came upon the place that brings me here; a destination that fate willed me to go to. An alleyway with no entrances to businesses and a dumpster to hide behind. When I laid eyes on that big blue son of a bitch, a roll of thunder came. It was like a sign from the heavens. Although it was actually the F-16s from the nearby Air Force Base. I locked eyes with it, clint Eastwood style, ready for its move. Yeah, this batshit moment lasted a few seconds before my bladder was like "hey, I'm about to dump Niagra falls, Lake Victoria and every other large body of water into your panties." So, with what felt like a ton of urine in my belly, I "hurried" behind this dumpster. A dead-end; perfect. I can let it go in a dark alley, with no witnesses. But not in the perfectly good toilet in the bar. Well, no use overthinking things now.
     
    So I hook my thumbs around the black seam of my panties and tug them down to where my knee socks end. Totally dry by some miracle. I adopt a doubled over stance, hands clasped, elbows rested on my knees. I spread my legs and prepare myself. All the while, my bladder muscles are screaming at me to let go. My bladder is pushing with all its might to get my brain to let go. As soon as I think my shoes are out of the blast zone, I give in.
     
    Lemme tell you something. Holy shit. Fucking god. Jesus on a bike, bitches on a trike, you have no idea the sheer bliss I felt. My bladder didn't pee, or piss, or firehose, or spray, or spurt. Go onto youtube and look up "emergency dam discharges." Now take the most powerful one you can find and double it. The pee screamed out of me like a gusher, an absolute rush of warm liquid. The splattering against the dry ground was orgasmic on its own. I could feel the ripples through my bladder as it pumped out piss, it was like someone squeezing a bottle. It pushed my urethra wide open and soaked my entire crotch, not just my vagina, the whole crotch. My thighs, despite being spread wide, were getting a thin coating of my hot pee. My thigh highs got their inner sides saturated, my shoes became like swimming pool's edges. The steam began to rise like someone had set off a special effect, I was sure that something was on fire due to the heat and force of the stream. And my bladder was still full as hell. I had peeked down a few times at it while walking, and it bulged at least a few inches. I touched it once, with my pinky finger as gently as possible. My bladder was literally steel. I have no other way of explaining its weight or its hardness. I moaned so god damn loud I was like a hentai character getting dicked good 'n' hard. But Nah, I'm a lesbian anyway, it was just an Atlantic ocean leaving my bladder.
     
    1 and a half minutes of this display of this forceful bladder contents removal went by before the stream slowed. After another minute and my long hold's dramatic ending was over. I was a panting mess. My heart was racing, loins dying for attention and a puddle the size of Washington DC under my soaked feet. But hey, at least my panties were dry. Or were they? I checked with my fingers and found they were a little damp, but not much. I took a moment to gather myself, then pulled up my panties. The squelch and splash underfoot as I left my artificial ocean behind almost made me orgasm. Out in the street, no one was aware of what I did; and I intended to keep it that way.
     
     Quickly, though careful not to rub my lower region too much with my thighs, I left the area and made my way back to my dorm. beth was asleep, the poor girl needed her rest, so I stayed as quiet as I could. A note on the bathroom door informed me that the caretakers had been around and fixed the toilet. Better late than never, I suppose. I took a quick shower, threw my clothes into the wash and scribbled some notes about the day in my diary. That's all I remember before tiredness overtook me and I fell into a deep and well-deserved sleep.
     
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    Aquamin reacted to Jobi in 𝒜𝓇𝓉 𝑅𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓈   
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    Aquamin reacted to wettingman in Ever been caught desperate and denied you need to go?   
    Yes I frequently denied my need to pee despite being desperate, especially at school.
    But also at a friends house. I was around 12 or 13.   I had to pee for a few hours but kept it hidden. I didn't think my friend went to the toilet the whole day I was with him.   We were  outside sleigh riding in an unexpected late season snow. Eventually a big spurt came out in my briefs. Since my jeans were very loose, it didn't show.   I panicked when my pee started coming out and grabbed myself.  Seeing this he asked if I needed to go, but I said no , as the spurt stopped. We played on  and a few minutes later  a even much  bigger spurt came out , lasting several seconds. I didn't grab myself. With the second spurt the immediate pressure was relieved, and again most of it was in my briefs. I don't remember my jeans being wet, but I could pass that off as from the snow. I still would not use the bathroom, and a few hours later his family dropped me off on their way to church. They were dressed in nice clothes. My tired bladder which was never emptied all day pushed the strongest wave of pressure yet on my pee hole. I could tell this would not be a spurt, but a full on total loss of control. I was seated between my friend and his brothers, and I was sure I was about to soak my pants and the car seat, ruining there nice clothes. Fortunately, it was dark by this time, so I hoped they didn't see what I was doing. I had a vice grip on my penis with both hands hoping to stave off the inevitable accident until I was out of the car. Somehow I managed to do so, fear of getting them wet on their way to church gave me additional resolve to hold it, and not wet the seat. I had to hold myself on the way in the house, past my father, who looked at me strongly disapproving. He was about to say something, but I had no time to listen. I rushed into the bathroom, and the pee started flowing as I unzipped.
      
    I was in my mid twenties and a group at work hired a bus, to go to NYC.  I attempted to pee a few times, but being pee shy couldn't go. On the return trip my bladder was screaming in pain , having been stretched to its limit and beyond. The pressure in my penis made me concerned I would wet my pants. Nevertheless  when the bus driver stopped for his own emergency pee break, a few people joined him, but not me.While they were gone I prayed my pee was not going to come out in my pants . I know that was dumb now. I made it back to my car ok. I took that moment to start holding myself. My then wife looked at me questioningly , but I noticed she was doing the same thing.  WE both somehow made it home dry, but knew we would not last listening to the other pee, so we both peed together in the toilet. At the time it was done out of need, not omorashi, but looking back ,yea that was hot.
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