Resch

This one's another commission, and a direct sequel to the last story I posted (https://www.omorashi.org/topic/104132-a-school-day-competition/#comment-2211993), though unlike last time, this one's just the girls this time! Things have been hectic and I've been busy, but been meaning to post a backlog soon, so stay tuned for that! Otherwise, enjoy!
 
Blockbuster Bladders
Katniss blushed as she felt her shoulder and thigh press against Jake as the car they were riding in turned onto the adjacent road. Friday night had come, and they, along with the rest of their friends, were driving to the opening premiere of a new movie. They had been planning this for weeks and were excited, but it also meant packing into Tommy’s car, which was not known for being particularly comfy or spacious. 
Then again, Katniss didn’t exactly mind the excuse to lean against Jake. The two had finally discussed their relationship and had opted to officially get together. Of course, they were still in that first awkward phase of their relationship where they were testing the waters together, and Katniss wasn’t fully sure if cuddling properly was on the table yet.
There was also the fact that this all stemmed from the incident resulting from the holding contest they had at school not too long ago. That day had nearly ended in disaster, and Katniss was still mortified the two had wound up peeing side-by-side in an alley and nearly getting caught afterwards. That didn’t make things any less awkward, and the two still hadn’t really cleared that out yet. In fact, they hadn’t done anything related to their shared fetish since hooking up.
“Hey Tommy! Would it kill you to drive a bit more gently? We’re tumbling around like rocks back here!” Layna complained.
“I didn’t take the corner that fast! Besides, we’re almost there,” Tommy shot back.
Katniss, Jake, Layna, and Blake were all squished into the back seat, while Sam and Tommy sat up-front. Aside from Sam, who was relatively short and slender, the girls were smaller than the guys, so it made sense for them to squeeze into the back.
Jake was bigger, but no one questioned the decision to have him squeeze in the back next to Katniss. They would’ve preferred to figure out their relationship a bit more before announcing it to their friends, but not only was Layna already pretty sure they were into each other, but after they nearly got caught peeing together in the alleyway, the others were starting to speculate. They figured declaring their relationship early would give them a better topic to gossip about than “What were Jake and Katniss doing in the alley together?”.
A few more bumpy turns later, and thankfully the group arrived at the theater. They had taken care to get there early, not only so Tommy could find a reasonable parking spot, but also so things wouldn’t be too crowded. While it was the opening premiere of the movie, they didn’t live in the largest city, so an hour early was plenty sufficient to beat the rush.
Indeed, as they parked and piled out of the cramped car, the parking lot leading up to the theater was not particularly busy. There were a few other movie-goers who likely had a similar idea, but for the most part the lines were manageable.
The group all bought their tickets and filed in, the smell of buttered popcorn and other snacks hitting them instantly. Ordinarily, Katniss might’ve opted to smuggle snacks and drinks in rather than paying the extortionate prices that theaters were infamous for, but this was a special occasion and she had saved up, so a proper drink and popcorn was the order of business.
“It’s gonna be a long movie, we should get big drinks,” Layna suggested.
“Better be careful, wouldn’t want to get stuck having to pee halfway through,” Blake pointed out.
As the subject turned to their collective fetish, Katniss and Jake cast a sidelong glance at each other and blushed, turning away before anyone else noticed.
“We’re all fine. We all went earlier, remember?” Layna pointed out, “Besides Blakey, you always drink yours way too fast and then wind up mooching off of me!”
“My mouth dries out easily, is all,” Blake frowned before sighing, “Fine, I’ll get a large drink too.”
Katniss also ordered a big drink and wound up looking down at it. It wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. She had plenty of practice holding it. Of course, she wasn’t purposely planning on getting desperate tonight. She had briefly considered it. It was going to be a long movie, and she had been meaning to broach the omo-related stuff with Jake again eventually. In the end though, she decided against it, especially since this was a night when all their friends would be there, and they had already nearly gotten caught with that once.
“Did you want to share a popcorn?” Katniss turned to Jake, looking over the popcorn sizes, “The big bucket’s a better deal, but I don’t want the whole thing, especially since we’re grabbing food after.”
“Sure, that works for me,” Jake nodded.
Layna looked over at the pair and smirked, “Oooh, sharing some popcorn together, I see.”
Katniss and Jake blushed, and Blake shook her head.
“Come on, don’t start teasing them already. Sharing popcorn is hardly an intimate activity.”
Tommy chimed in, “Yeah man, me and Sam were gonna split one too, right?”
“Oh hell no,” Sam frowned, “You’re just going to hog it all. You’re getting your own.”
“Aw come on! The big one’s so expensive if we don’t split,” Tommy pouted, “Please, Sam?”
“Fine, but only because I owe you for lunch the other day. And you better promise not to hog it all!”
“I promise.”
“See, nothing romantic about it,” Blake pointed out as she stepped up to place her own order, “We all share food all the time.”
“Yeah, but it’s different because they’re a couple, that totally makes it more intimate!”
Blake frowned at Layna and slapped her lightly on the shoulder, “It’s just popcorn. If you don’t stop teasing them, I won’t share any of mine with you.”
She held up the large popcorn she ordered for them both, and Layna let out a sigh, “Fine, fine, I’ll stop, for now.”
“Now that everyone’s got their food, can we please just go sit down?” Katniss asked warily, still blushing.
The group all agreed, shuffling into the theater and presenting their tickets. They were ushered in the right direction and caught sight of their specific theater. Across the hall was the restrooms, which were still all relatively empty thanks to them arriving early. Katniss briefly considered if it was worth another trip just to make sure she was empty, but she really didn’t feel any urge to go, and she wasn’t worried even with the movie’s long runtime.
Heading into the dimly lit theater, they found a good row of seats near the front-middle, close enough to the screen to get the experience, but not too close as to have to uncomfortably crane their necks. Of course, because they had gotten to the theater early, they also had quite some time to kill before the movie actually began. 
“So, this movie’s based off of a book, right?” Sam asked.
“Yeah,” Blake nodded, “Well, actually it’s two books. Apparently the studio preferred to squish them both together rather than drag them out into two movies.”
“That explains the long runtime,” Katniss noted.
“I hope it’s good, a lot of people were really excited,” Jake added.
“I hear the critics are mixed on it, but you know how that goes,” Sam shrugged.
“Have any of you read the books?” Tommy asked.
“I have,” Blake nodded, “I’m actually pretty nervous about how they’re going to adapt them.”
Tommy shrugged nonchalantly, “Well, even if it’s lame, at least we have dinner to look forward to.”
“Dinner and a movie, not a bad first date, huh you two?”
“L-Layna!” 
“You promised you wouldn’t tease us!” Katniss blushed.
“I promised I’d stop earlier. I technically did stop,” Layna shrugged, “Besides, I’m not wrong, right? This is their first outing together after they got together.”
“Yeah, but we’re here, too,” Sam pointed out, “Not much of a date.”
“Even if we were all couples here, a triple date is a bit of a stretch,” Tommy pointed out.
“We’re all sharing popcorn,” Blake leaned in, grabbing a handful from her and Layna’s bucket and snacking on it, “Apparently that’s enough for Layna.”
“H-hey, that’s totally not what I meant!” 
After that, the conversation thankfully shifted away from teasing Katniss and Jake, and they were able to settle down. The gossip topics shifted from school rumors to relationship drama outside of the friend group. Katniss wasn’t as interested in gossip as Layna or Tommy, so she simply half-listened as she sipped slowly on her soda. She wanted to save most of it for the movie.
As the time for the movie came closer, more and more groups came shuffling in. What was once a mostly quiet theater was starting to fill with a cacophony of murmurs as everyone had their own hushed conversations. However, as the lights dimmed further and all but the emergency lighting and signage faded out, the whole theater fell silent. Of course, there were still the classic theater previews, to let the last stragglers shuffle in before the movie starts. The classic warnings for the audience to ensure their phones were off or on silent flashed across the screen, and then the movie started proper.
As the opening scenes played out, Katniss noticed the first telltale signs of a nag from her abdomen. She was surprised. She hadn’t gone that long ago, and she still had most of her soda left. Of course, it wasn’t that much of a sensation. It was something she had to focus on to really feel, and easily pushed to the back of her mind.
Katniss was a little nervous about it, especially since she had eschewed the chance to use the bathroom earlier. There was also the fact that she hadn’t really done anything omo-related since the incident at school, and she was still wary of letting things get that bad. Of course, that had been a planned contest over a full school day, whereas this was just a 3-hour movie. It was quite long, but nothing she couldn’t handle.
The movie started off quickly, jumping right into the action. The movie was about some kind of vampire hunter but set in the modern day. The whole intro involved the vampire hunter breaking into an infamous underground gathering of vampires who were known for openly preying on humans. He winds up using a combination of a special sword and a gun with holy bullets to take down everyone in the base. However, once the dust settles, he finds a small child chained up and cowering in the base. She’s a vampire too, but it’s clear she’s not with the others, so he winds up setting her free and taking her with him. The movie then flashes forwards about 20 years, when the vampire hunter’s an older man and mentoring the vampire girl to fight. Apparently she’s also taken up a role as a vampire hunter. 
Katniss had never read the books the movie was based on, but it definitely felt like a standard action affair. One of those movies you watch for some dumb fun, but you don’t really expect much out of it. That being said, she was just happy to be here with her friends, and of course Jake.
She glanced over at Jake and smiled, wondering if she should lean against him just like the car. Then again, this wasn’t exactly the kind of quiet movie where that was the expectation. She didn’t want to make things awkward, and she’d also rather avoid Layna seeing anything and teasing them about it later.
She settled for taking a few bites of popcorn and washing it down with some soda. Of course, this only reminded her of the small nag. Her bladder was starting to fill up. It wasn’t anywhere near urgent yet, but with the movie still clearly in the beginning, Katniss wondered if she should start pacing herself with the soda.
Blake, on the other hand, was not pacing herself at all. True to Layna’s observations, Blake had already drank half of her large soda, and had only slowed down when she noticed her own bladder nagging her. Like Katniss, she wasn’t worried about getting too desperate by the end of the movie, but she was more invested and really didn’t want to spend the last half of the movie dancing in place as she ran down the runtime.
Still, it was nothing Blake couldn’t ignore for the time being, so she tuned back into the movie. She had been particularly excited and nervous about this movie, since she had read the novels first and was a fan of them.
The next part of the movie slowed down, mostly to build up the world. The tense dynamics and political tensions between humans and vampires, the rules of vampire hunters, the various gangs vampires who operated outside the law organized themselves into. There was one gang in particular that believed that because humans were the natural prey of vampires, that vampires should be on top of the world instead, and thus attacked and terrorized humans to send that message.
The main characters spent their time training during the day when the vampire couldn’t go outside, and then would go out at night to try to thwart their plans. There was a small chase scene, a rescue scene, and a small fight scene for a bit of flash, but it was clearly mostly establishing the setting.
As Katniss was watching, she felt yet another nag from her bladder, and she pressed her thighs together briefly. She was trying to gauge how fast she was filling up compared to the pacing of the movie. She didn’t want to take out her phone to check the time like she was bored, but she was pretty sure the movie hadn’t hit the halfway point yet.
She had also drank more of her soda than she had expected. She had tried to keep her sips to a minimum, but with all that salty popcorn she found herself drinking about half. Katniss really hoped she wouldn’t regret that later.
Katniss wasn’t the only one feeling an urge, though. Even though Blake had slowed down, since she had gulped down half of her soda right at the outset, she was filling up faster. She was mostly engrossed in the movie, but every once in a while she felt her bladder send a signal of pressure as it slowly began filling up.
Blake looked over at Layna, and noticed that her soda was still more than 2/3rds full. Not only that but she was casually chomping away at their shared popcorn while keeping her eyes glued to the screen. She also looked over at Katniss, but she wasn’t showing any outward discomfort either, even though she was starting to feel it.
About at the halfway point, the movie started putting the pieces together. The vampire was actually a direct descendant of the Tepes family, and the evil vampires wanted to use her blood to resurrect Alucard so he could rule over the world. They lure her into a trap and steal her blood, but before they can kill her the veteran vampire hunter comes in and pulls out all the stops to save her. Unfortunately, it leaves him critically wounded and he’s unable to continue fighting, leaving the vampire as the only one who knows about the gang’s plans and as the only one who can stop them. The veteran vampire hunter sends her off to track down one of his old associates for assistance, and this the movie moves into the next act.
As much as Katniss was enjoying the story, as cliche as some of the parts were, she was really starting to worry about her filling bladder. The signals were coming more and more frequently, and they were less slight nags and more proper waves of discomfort. She could feel the pressure slowly but surely starting to build up.
She found herself shuffling, but blushed when she noticed Jake looking over at her? Had he noticed? She blushed at the thought of him realizing she had to pee. She stifled her squirming, feeling her bladder nag her in protest as she forced herself to sit still.
Layna was now also starting to feel it, with a more sudden, strong urge than either of the other two coming out of nowhere. She had befallen the same mistake as Katniss. Salty popcorn plus frequent sips had drained her soda quite fast. She squeezed her thighs together and glanced around to see if anyone noticed. Thankfully, it looked like everyone was looking up at the screen.
However, this was only because Layna had narrowly missed Blake quickly glancing back up at the screen. She had in fact caught Layna squirming. Of course, Layna’s need to pee was the least of her worries, as Blake was definitely filling up quite fast. It didn’t help that, with her dry mouth, she kept sipping on her soda all the same, even though she knew she really should be pumping the brakes on any more liquid intake.
Despite the girls’ dilemma, the movie continued on all the same. Katniss tried to distract herself from her worries by focusing on the plot. Apparently the mentor the vampire girl was sent to track down was one of the old veteran hunter’s partners back in the day. He was a vampire hunter and a vampire as well, and so he could train the novice hunter in vampire arts. Katniss was surprised to see a training arc this late into the movie, but it was a nice break from the action and heavy scenes that came right before.
Of course, while the lull was a break from the action, it wasn’t a break on the girl’s bladders, and all of them were starting to become more uncomfortable. Layna glanced to the side, looking at the sign to the exit that went out into the hall where the bathrooms were. She was certainly somewhat tempted to get up right then and there to use the bathroom. At the same time, though, she was in the middle of everyone. She’d have to disturb a bunch of people to get to the aisle, and she really didn’t want to miss part of the movie just to pee.
For Blake, missing the movie wasn’t an option. She was fully engrossed in the movie. Or at least, she would’ve been fully engrossed if her bladder didn’t keep nagging at her from the back of her mind. It was starting to get hard to ignore, but luckily she knew that the movie was quickly reaching its climax.
Indeed, after the training arc, the evil vampire gang attacked the city as a ploy to cause enough chaos to uncover the crypt where Alucard resides. Meanwhile the vampire hunter had to rush back to try to take the blood they stole from her back to prevent his revival. A crazy chase scene ensues where the police and the other vampire rush to try to recapture Alucard’s coffin while she chases after the vampires with her blood. It all culminates in a battle where the vampire gang winds up resurrecting Alucard, forcing both the vampire hunter and her new mentor to team up and take him down together. 
With the final climax, the movie carried on tying up some loose ends, leaving the girls with very little to distract themselves from their now full bladders. Katniss definitely had to go, though it wasn’t like she was bursting to hop up and dash to the bathrooms as soon as the credits rolled. Blake was really feeling it, but she could keep mostly still as she kept her thighs pressed together. Layna was squirming slightly, but she was still mostly fine, and determined to let the movie finish playing out.
As the credits began to roll and the lights turned back on, Katniss carefully stood up, trying not to show too many signs of needing to go. Unfortunately, her bladder spasmed at just the wrong time, and she found herself having to clamp her thighs together. It was subtle, but as she looked around, she caught Jake looking at her with a knowing gaze.
Katniss blushed at the thought of Jake knowing and quickly turned away, eager to shuffle over to the theater restrooms.
Layna shot up as soon as the movie was over, stretching her arms, also eager to make here way to the bathrooms. Unfortunately, her quick movements were met with a wave of pressure from her own bladder, and she stumbled a little. Unfortunately, she had stumbled into Blake, who had been carefully getting up to avoid the very thing that had befallen her two friends. Of course that was all thrown out the window the second Layna bumped into her, nearly elbowing her in the abdomen.
“Ah!” Blake let out an uncharacteristic yelp. 
“S-sorry,” Layna apologized.
“You okay?” Sam asked, looking over at the two curiously. 
“Y-yeah, I’m fine, just a little unsteady on my feet,” Blake waved off.
Of course Katniss had caught the other two, and wondered if they had to pee too, or the others, for that matter. She looked over at Jake, Tommy, and Sam, but if any of them were nursing filling bladders, they certainly weren’t showing it.
“Yeah, these theater seats can do that to you if you sit on them for so long,” Tommy complained, stretching his legs.
“What about you, are you okay?” Jake asked, turning to Katniss. It was clear he didn’t mean her legs.
Katniss blushed and nodded, “I’m fine.”
“Then let’s head out of here.”
The six of them all shuffled out into the hall, only for Katniss’s heart to sink. Naturally, after such a long movie, the bathrooms were utterly crowded, with a line reaching out down the hall for both the guys and the girls’ room. Unlike before, when they had gotten there early, the theater was now crowded, especially since they were gearing up for another showing.
“Ah man, it’s really crowded,” Sam pointed out.
“Yeah, I was hoping to take a leak before we left for the diner, but with these lines, maybe we’re better off trying there.”
“I’m fine with that,” Jake chimed in, “But what about the girls?”
Jake was definitely teasing her again, but Katniss wasn’t about to let him win, “You know I’m fine.”
“I’m good to wait for the diner,” Blake answered calmly, despite the nagging in the back of her mind from her bladder, “What about you, Layna.”
“I’m good too,” Layna replied, perhaps a little too quickly. In truth her bladder was really filling up, but the line was daunting enough, and hopefully they’d have better luck at the diner.
“Alright, let’s head out, then!” Tommy pulled out his car keys and led the way. They all headed back out of the theater and towards Tommy’s car. 
Katniss winced as she was forced to squeeze into the small sedan, quickly sitting down and pressing her thighs together. The others climbing into the car and jostling it around definitely didn’t help either. Blake and Layna also struggled as they quickly clambered into the car.
Thankfully the diner wasn’t too far away, because the rough ride of Tommy’s car was doing the girls’ bladders no favors. Each turn jostled them around, and Katniss spent the entire ride with her thighs clamped together. She also picked up on Layna next to her looking uncomfortable, and Blake gritting her teeth. Jake also kept looking down at Katniss, and they both knew he knew she needed to pee. It wasn’t quite at the level of urgent yet, but Katniss was more than eager to get to the diner.
After an agonizing ten minutes, the group saw the diner come into view. The girls all let out a sigh of relief now that they had arrived. Of course, piling out of the car was about as uncomfortable as climbing in had been, but that didn’t matter. They had made it.
Or at least, that had been the hope. The second Katniss and the others pushed through the doors into the diner and cast their eyes to the back where the restrooms were, they were dismayed to find a line. The diner was pretty crowded, as it was a popular post-movie destination, which certainly didn’t help.
“How may I help you?” A waitress came up to them, eager to seat them.
“A table for six,” Tommy requested.
“Also, what’s going on with the bathroom?”
“Oh, there’s a stall out in the ladies room, so it’s a bit crowded,” the waitress apologized, “The men’s room should be fine, though.”
Good news for the guys, bad news for Katniss and the others. She felt her heart skip a beat as she glanced to the back of the line? How fast would it move? Could she hold it? Her need to pee was already bordering on urgent, and even if they only spent an hour here, she was bound to be desperate by the end.
A mental image of having to tuck behind the alley at the last minute just to avoid flooding her panties filled her mind, and Katniss blushed nervously as she glanced back at the long line.
Blake and Layna were also looking a little nervous. Layna had filled up fast, and was starting to really need to go. Blake was in a little better shape, but it certainly wasn’t by much, and either way that line looked problematic. It hadn’t moved at all since they got in.
Still, they didn’t want to speak up and ruin the night for the rest of the group, and since all of the girls had been hiding just how full their bladders were getting, none of them wanted to be the first one to speak up. Instead, they let themselves be whisked away by the waitress and seated at a table.
“May I get you any drinks?” the waitress asked innocently.
The idea of more fluid intake didn’t thrill Katniss, but she still ordered a small coffee. She figured it wouldn’t look suspicious and at worst she was only adding a small amount of liquid. Blake was more bold and ordered a medium soda, and Layna wound up ordering a water, pragmatically planning on drinking as little of it as possible, at least until she could relieve herself.
The guys all ordered sodas, and immediately they all got up to use the restroom. Katniss flashed a pouting face at Jake as if to say “no fair”, but all he did was smirk in return.
That left all three girls sitting there, trying not to squirm too much until they returned.
“I can’t believe the bathrooms are super packed,” Layna complained, clamping her legs together under the table.
“Yeah, it sucks,” Blake shook her head, “You really gotta pee?”
“A little bit,” Layna downplayed, “What about you, Katniss?”
“I’m fine,” Katniss lied, “I gotta go a bit, but I can hold it.”
The guys came back in due turn, and right on cue was the waitress with their drinks. She then came around to take their orders. Katniss had been so focused on her bladder that she hadn’t realized how hungry she was. Thankfully, this diner had really good food on the cheap, so she ordered a diner-style burger, intent on eating half there and taking the rest home.
Jake also ordered a burger, Blake ordered a hash brown platter and some loaded fries to split with Layna, Sam ordered a chicken-fried steak, and Tommy ordered something aptly named the “Big Boy Plate”.
While the girls’ restroom was backed up, luckily the rest of the diner was running smoothly, and it wasn’t long at all before everyone’s orders came in. This was good for Katniss, because eating helped take her mind off her ever-more-urgent need.
The same was true with Blake and Layna, to varying degrees of success. It was a bit harder for them because they were sharing food and kept having to lean over to grab bites of each other’s dishes. Not only that, but Blake had once again ordered some very salty foods, and both were having to wash it down with their drinks, much to both of their dismay.
“Man, Tommy, I can’t believe you ordered all that!” Sam exclaimed, still gawking at the sheer portion size of Tommy’s dish. It was a large pile of cheese, bacon, chopped up burger, and what had to have been half a pound of fries. A single biscuit topped it off as if it needed more carbs.
“Sometimes you just gotta eat,” Tommy smiled, “Besides, I should start being able to hit the gym again!”
“Oh damn, really?” Jack leaned in, “Your shoulder’s all healed up?”
“Nearly,” Tommy smiled, “Doc said I can’t go back on the team, but I should be good on weights as long as I don’t overdo it.”
“Congrats, man!” Sam and Jack smiled.
“Pfft, meatheads,” Blake rolled her eyes, “We should be talking about the movie.”
In reality, Blake just really needed to get her mind off of her full bladder, as well as the fact that the line in the back had only moved a few people up.
“Oh yeah, the movie was really good,” Katniss smiled, also eager for a distraction, “A bit basic in some places, but overall not bad.
“Oh, you should read the books,” Blake urged, “It goes into way more detail about Alucard and the history of the Tepes, and there’s a lot of themes that I feel the movie kind of glossed over. Also… well, I won’t spoil it, but the book ends somewhat differently. I like it better.”
“That always happens though, doesn’t it?” Sam sighed, “Gotta dumb things down for a wider audience, go with flashy over meaningful.”
“Eh, happens,” Jake shrugged, “I just like to have fun with the movie.”
“It waf pret’y coo’” Tommy spoke through a mouthful of fries.
“Hey, Layna, you alright?” Sam asked, looking over at Layna, who was very clearly uncomfortable and looked pretty distracted.
“A-ah, yeah, I’m good!” Layna replied nervously. Under the table, though, she had her legs crossed and she was rubbing her bulging bladder. She couldn’t help but glance at the bathroom line again.
“You know, if you have to go that bad, you could probably get away with using the men’s room, we’ll cover for you,” Sam suggested.
“That goes for you two as well,” Jake extended, looking at Katniss knowingly.
“There’s zero chance I’m going in there,” Blake shot down immediately.
“I’m good, I have to go a little, but I can wait,” Katniss replied. In truth, she was verging on desperate by now, but she wasn’t about to do something so awkward. The idea of peeing on the other side of a thin stall door right next to Jake was too much like the incident from the other day for her to be comfortable.
Layna paused a bit longer, as though she were seriously considering it, but in the end, since neither of the other girls were willing to join her, the thought was far too embarrassing for her to agree to it.
Now that the conversation had been breached, though, it was a lot more awkward for Katniss and the other girls to hold it.They put on a facade, trying to appear as comfortable as possible, but not being able to allow themselves the squirming and shuffling their bodies desperately wanted was practically torture.
“Oh, by the way, did you guys hear Noelle and Mark broke up?” Tommy chimed in, thankfully changing the subject.
“Layna was telling me about that the other day,” Blake chimed in, “Apparently she was cheating on him with a guy from another high school.”
“Man, that’s messed up,” Sam frowned, “They’ve been together for like, three years.”
The conversation turned to more idle gossip and Katniss turned to return to her food. She picked at her half-burger slowly, really just trying to ignore the waves of pressure coming from her abdomen. Her bladder was starting to bulge out against her waistband, and Katniss reached down to rub it. She glanced up at the line, but rather than it getting shorter, it felt like it was getting longer, even though Katniss hadn’t seen any new patrons enter the diner. 
Internally, Blake was also starting to worry. Not only was the line practically stationary, but she could tell Layna had to go a lot worse than she was letting on. Blake herself was quickly reaching desperate levels, and if the situation didn’t improve quickly, she was worried they’d have three puddles on their hands.
Indeed, Layna was starting to struggle. She had her legs double-crossed under the table and was bouncing them furiously, barely able to maintain the facade above-table. Her bladder was swollen like a rock in her abdomen, and she was starting to sweat from how much pressure she was holding back.
“I think we should think about wrapping things up here,” Blake suggested, “I don’t think that line’s moving anytime soon.”
“Ah, yeah, you girls still haven’t gotten to go, huh?” Tommy realized, looking up from his meal.
“Yeah, I think it’s for the best if we start heading out,” Jake nodded. He raised his hand to call for the waitress.
After a few more agonizing minutes, the six had paid and all had their leftovers in take-away boxes. Now that they were standing up, though, it was clear all the girls definitely had to pee. As they were navigating out of the diner, Katniss cast one last longing glance at the restrooms, line still insurmountable, and they stepped out into the night.
This left Blake, Layna, and Katniss all in their own stages of pee dance, squirming as they crowded around Tommy’s car.
“There should be a gas station nearby,” Tommy suggested, pulling out his phone.
“No good, I know the one you mean,” Blake chimed in, “The bathrooms are always locked and half the time the clerk won’t even give you the key to unlock them.”
Sam frowned, “What a jerk!”
“Seriously,” Blake shook her head, “I found out when I was totally bursting too. It really sucked.”
“There’s a convenience store a little further down,” Tommy noted, “That seems like our best bet.”
“Anything works for me at this point,” Layna whined. 
With a destination set, Katniss, Blake, and Layna once again found themselves crowding into the back of the car, needing to pee. This time, however, all three girls had to go much worse than before. 
As Jake shuffled into the car next to her, he looked down at Katniss in concern and mouthed silently, “Are you gonna make it?”
Katniss blushed, but nodded defiantly and mouthed back, “It’s bad, but I can make it.”
The convenience store wasn’t that far, and Katniss had definitely dealt with worse. She could hold it.
Unfortunately, she had briefly forgotten how rough-riding Tommy’s car was. It was an old sports sedan, so the passengers felt everything. It idled rough and vibrated constantly. The second Tommy turned the key, Layna let out a squeak as she jammed her hand between her legs.
“You alright back there, you sure you don’t want to-”
“Just shut up and drive, hurry!” Layna snapped through gritted teeth.
Everyone made sure they were buckled up and Tommy took off, prioritizing speed. Of course, while the rush was nice, the rocking corners and rough bumps as he tore out of the diner’s parking lot didn’t help. Blake winced and clamped her thighs together as she tapped her foot on the floor fervently. Katniss practically gripped at her thighs as she leaned forwards, focusing on the road and hoping to see the convenience store pop into view. 
Finally, another bump did Blake in, and just like Layna next to her, she dropped all pretenses and jammed her hand between her legs. She let out a slight sigh as it offered some relief, but it wasn’t enough.
“Can’t you drive faster?”
“I’m already speeding! If I go any faster and we get stopped…” Tommy let the implication hang. He could tell the girls wouldn’t make it through a traffic stop dry.
Katniss was still holding out, refusing to grab herself, even though it was clear to pretty much everyone in the car that they were all bursting. Still, she wanted to take some pride in holding out as long as possible.
Unfortunately, Katniss didn’t expect the pothole they hit right after, and she felt herself lose control. She gasped. It had only been for a split-second, but she let a spurt out straight into her panties. She blushed, feeling mortified at the idea of the wet spot that was now undoubtedly spreading across her panties’ crotch.
But it wasn’t over. The wave wasn’t subsiding. Katniss felt like she was going to leak again if she didn’t do anything. She squeezed her thighs together, but it wasn’t enough. Finally she gave in and jammed a hand hard against her crotch, trying to physically hold back another leak as they rushed towards the convenience store.
“Hey, there’s the convenience store up ahead!” Tommy exclaimed.
“Wait, but it looks like it’s closed,” Sam pointed out.
Sure enough, when Katniss looked up, the lights on the convenience store sign were out, and the lights had been turned down, signifying that it was, indeed, closed.
“Oh no! What now?” Blake gasped.
“Just keep driving!” Layna ordered, “Stop at the next place, please!”
“R-right! Actually, Sam, I think your house is pretty close from here, right?”
“It’s about 5 minutes away.”
Five minutes? Katniss had already leaked, but now that she was openly holding herself, she could make five minutes. Neither Blake nor Layna said anything in protest either. So, Tommy continued to drive, and the post was moved back another agonizing 5 minutes.
Unfortunately, this turned out to be just a bit too much. They had only been driving for about another minute when Layna let out another yelp. She doubled over and practically twisted her legs together as she looked up in sheer urgency.
“Pull over, stop the car!”
“What, where?” Tommy asked
“Anywhere, it doesn’t matter, I’m gonna piss myself!” 
 Blake sighed, “Can’t you just wait a little bit-”
“No!” Layna blushed as she admitted it. 
In truth, she was already leaking into her panties,and she knew she couldn’t stop it fully. She wanted to at least mitigate the leaks to her panties and pants instead of wetting herself all over Tommy’s car seat.
“Hurry up!” Layna urged.
“I’m trying, but there’s nowhere to pull ove- there!” Tommy spotted a dark, unlit parking lot with a few cars parked around. Layna grit her teeth and bounced her legs as she waited for the car to stop.
“Blakey, move!”
“I’m coming with you, I can’t hold it either!”
The two barreled out of the car and immediately rushed between two cars for any semblance of privacy. They were already tearing at their zippers and buttons on the way over.
“You’re not going to join them?” Jake asked, looking over at Katniss in concern.
“I can hold it a bit longer, until we get to Sam’s house,” Katniss answered.
Despite her reassurances, she was really bursting, and stopping to wait for Blake and Layna really didn’t help. Still, she couldn’t bring herself to pee outside so soon after the incident with Jake.
Speaking of Blake and Layna, the two were fighting with their clothes. Blake hiked her skirt up and tore her panties to the side, barely squatting down before the floodgates opened. Layna, on the other hand, was dribbling into her pants as she fought to pull them down, leaving a small wet patch on the front of her crotch. Thankfully she was able to get her pants the rest of the way down before her bladder totally burst. She lost full control of her bladder muscles as she sprayed the ground beneath her with the full force of all her pent up pee.
She let out a relieved sigh and leaned forwards, bracing against the car in front of here as she practically lost herself to the sheer relief. She was left panting as her powerful stream splashed loudly onto the asphalt below.
Blake was a little more level-headed, if only just, bracing herself and glancing around to make sure no one else was coming to spot them. Not that she could’ve stopped her flow if she wanted. She watched her stream splash hard on the ground like a waterfall as it barely avoided her legs. She spread them even further to keep her shoes out of the ever-growing puddle, but it soon became obvious that it was a losing battle.
“Oh my god, I was seriously so close to pissing myself!” Layna gasped.
“That was a close one, huh?” Blake agreed, “I had to go so bad!”
Meanwhile, back in the car, Katniss was still struggling with her own swollen bladder. It ached and bulged out, and she even reached down and undid the zipper on her own skirt to alleviate some of the pressure. Jake was obviously right next to her watching, but she hardly cared as long as she could hold it.
“Hey, Katniss, you really should just go,” Jake suggested in a low whisper, “I mean, it’s an emergency, and this wouldn’t even be the first time you’ve done this.”
“T-that’s the problem! It was so embarrassing last time, and we nearly got caught!” Katniss shot back, “I… I just can’t. Not in public.”
“I-I understand,” Jake nodded, looking away awkwardly.
Not only had the conversation made things awkward, but they really didn’t help. Katniss’s bladder was still painfully full, and she was quickly reaching her limit. Jake could tell how badly she needed to pee, but he felt like pressing the issue further would only make things worse.
“Hang in there,” he whispered finally.
Katniss blushed, but the encouragement made her determined to keep holding. Of course, no matter how determined she was, a person had their limits. Not to mention that Blake and Layna had been holding in a lot too, so they were taking a while. The seconds dragged by agonizingly slowly, and even as Katniss impatiently waited for them to finish up and return to the car, she reached her bladder’s limit.
It started as a wave of pressure, spasming as she doubled over. She jammed both hands between her legs, but they couldn’t stop the leaks that escaped out of her, fully soaking her panties. She squirmed and shuffled, but she felt her muscles quiver, and when she felt another dribble leak out and run down her leg, she knew she had pushed herself too far.
If she didn’t get out of the car right then and there, she’d be leaving a puddle on the seat or the carpet.
“Jake, open the door,” she begged, leaking again as she lept to crawl out of the car. 
Jake did so and helped her practically lunge out of the car. She felt dribbles running down her legs as she rushed over to where the others were peeing. She would’ve preferred more privacy, but they had found the only two cars sufficient to hide them from the road fully. 
Layna finished up just as Katniss joined, and she immediately moved out of the way to give Katniss room. Katniss reached up and tore down her already soaked panties before squatting down and letting herself fully lose control. Her powerful stream shot out of her and splashed and sprayed against the car tire, and part of her in the back of her mind felt guilty for peeing on someone else’s car.
“Hey, watch the car!” Layna urged as she pulled up her pants and panties.
“Sorry, I can’t help it!” Katniss blushed.
“I’m surprised you waited so long to join us,” Blake pointed out.
“S-shut up, this is embarrassing enough!”
Katniss was mortified, but that paled in comparison to the sheer relief she was feeling, finally relieving herself. She felt her bladder ache and pulse as her body eagerly pushed out the venerable flood inside of her. Blake had finally finished up next to her, and was staring in awe at the sheer pressure of Katniss’s stream. Katniss panted and sighed heavily as she practically buried her head in her knees and continued to piss at full force, her stream hissing loudly.
Finally, after the relief had finally died down, Katniss found herself blushing furiously. The exact scenario she had wanted to avoid had happened again. This was a little different, of course. She was peeing next to the girls and not Jake again, and unless they got really unlucky she doubted they’d get caught, but the embarrassment and awkwardness from last time washed over her. Then again, her alternative had been utterly wetting herself, and she was now basking in the utter relief of finally emptying an achingly full bladder. This was what she had been into, after all.
With those conflicting feelings ringing in her mind, Katniss found herself blushing as her stream finally tapered off. She fixed herself up, though she couldn’t do anything about her soaked panties. By the end, there were three giant puddles, with Katniss’s once again being the largest. She blushed at this, but part of her couldn’t help but feel a little proud too.
The three girls stood there in an awkward silence, before Blake let out something between a sigh and a whistle, “It did feel good to finally let it out, though.”
“Oh my god, I was dying at the diner,” Layna agreed, “I can’t believe those stupid lines.”
“I barely made it,” Katniss added. In truth, she wasn’t exactly sure if she could call what happened “making it” with how much she leaked, but at least her skirt was mostly dry. 
“Say, you girls done? I’d rather we not get caught here,” Tommy called out.
All three girls blushed and replied in unison, “Yes!”
They all slipped out between the two cars, red-faced but relieved, and suddenly Sam arched an eyebrow, “Say, isn’t this a lot like how we found you two, Jake?”
“W-what do you mean?” Jake asked, eyes widening like he’d been caught in headlights.
“All red-faced and flustered, coming out of an alley with Katniss?”
“Say, I do kind of remember seeing some puddles on the concrete. I remember thinking it was weird since it hadn’t rained that day,” Tommy agreed.
“Wait a minute,” Layna asked, blushing, “So the thing you two were doing in the alley… was…?”
“N-no! There’s no way!” Katniss denied immediately.
“I dunno, it is pretty suspicious, especially since you were totally bursting all through our last class,” Blake smirked.
“That’s not-!” Jake and Katniss tried to defend themselves at the same time.
“And I did also notice the puddle. A rather sizeable puddle, and if just now is anything to go by, then Katniss-”
“Alright, can we not do this now? And here!” Katniss blushed.
“I’d also like to get going. A bunch of teens hanging out in a dark parking lot is sure to get us some unwanted attention,” Tommy pointed out.
The group agreed, and all piled into the car, Katniss acutely aware of how soaked her underwear had gotten, and how close to outright wetting herself she had come. Unfortunately, she wouldn’t get any relief from the others either.
“So wait, Blakey, you saw a puddle? So you knew what they did the whole time, and were holding out on me?” Layna asked.
“I had my suspicions,” Blake admitted, “But if I’d told you, you would’ve jumped to conclusions and begun teasing them about it.”
“Well, yeah, probably,” Layna admitted. 
“Besides, it’s not my business what other people are into.”
“What do you mean what they’re into? Into what, the peeing? Peeing in public?”
“Clearly not, Katniss really didn’t want to,” Sam pointed out.
“Maybe just the holding part?” Tommy asked, “I mean, it does feel really good to take a leak after you’ve been holding it in all day.”
Blake, Layna, and Katniss all blushed. They had just experienced that, and it had in fact been very relieving.
“That’s a thing you can be into?” Layna asked.
“Yeah,” Blake answered, “Though it can come in all sorts of forms.”
“Okay, how do you know that? Are you into it?”
“I plead the 5th,” Blake smirked.
“Okay, that’s basically as bad as admitting it!” Sam pointed out.
“No it’s not. Like I said, it’s not my business what other people are into, and it’s none of your business what I’m into. Not telling either way.”
Thankfully, Blake’s clandestine confession, if it could be called that, took the heat away from Katniss and Jake, and the whole conversation had taken everyone’s attention away from the fact that all three girls had been seconds away from totally wetting themselves not five minutes ago. Thankfully, by the time they all got home that night, the teasing had evened out and died down, but for the second time Katniss was left with an experience she was sure she would never forget. Whether that was a bad thing or not, however, she wasn’t yet sure.
 

Hi Omo Lovers! 
A few months back, I had announced a collab story with our beloved @HoldingPrinces. I am so excited to tell you guys that I have finally completed the story where she is the heroine and goes on a really tough intense desperation challenge. Given her love for holding her pee and her incredible bladder strength, I feel this story will do justice to her own imagination and fantasies. Let's show her some love people! :-)
 
 
Princess Vs Pressure
My name is Princess. I am a 19-year-old girl, studying in the high school. Ever since my childhood I had been very shy. Combine that with a strict school and you get a superb bladder control. This is one of my longest holds that I’m very proud of.
 
I sat at my desk in the classroom, listening to Mr. Hawkins drone on about quadratic equations. There were a few girls in the class who were fidgeting as they needed to pee. I pitied them as it was just 10 AM, and they wouldn’t be allowed out of the class till lunch time, which was still three hours away. My own bladder was starting to feel slightly full. Honouring my daily habit, I took a mouthful swig an emptied the remaining water from my 1 litre bottle. It was not a large bottle per se, but I had already refilled it once, since I last used the bathroom at 6 AM. I felt proud of my control, thanks to my strict rule of peeing only twice-a-day.
 
As the familiar cool made its way to my bladder, I smacked my lips greedily. Soon the bell rang for the next period, I grabbed my things and headed to chemistry class. My friends, Lisa and Brie, joined me in the hallway as I stopped to refill my water bottle for the third time.
"Hey, Princes," Brie said, "coming to the cheerleading practice after revision classes?"
"Of course," I replied confidently,
Lisa eyed my water bottle. "You always drink so much water, Princes. Yet I’ve never seen you use the bathrooms."
I felt red-faced. "Discipline, I guess."
 
We made our way to the chemistry lab, and I felt a slight twinge in my bladder. Still, I took another sip from my bottle as if to tell my bladder to shut up. The cool, refreshing water was too good to resist, and besides, I prided myself on my ability to hold it. It was my little secret, my challenge. By lunchtime, the pressure was starting to build. I could feel my bladder protesting, but I pushed the thought away. "It’s not time yet Ms. Bladder," I thought. Lisa and Brie too joined me in the cafeteria. We chatted and laughed, and I refilled my water bottle once again. I caught myself squirming a bit, but quickly stopped.
"Are you okay?" Lisa asked, noticing my slight discomfort.
"Yeah, just excited for the cheerleading," I replied with a smile, masking the growing urgency in my bladder.
 
After lunch, it was back to classes. The afternoon dragged on, and by the time the bell rang at 2.30 PM, my need to pee was becoming quite insistent. I was used to this feeling, but my bladder still tried to remind me that I should empty it. But I still had revision classes, and there was no way I was going to use the school bathrooms as always. "I will go before bed" I told myself as I headed to the next classroom. During revision at 4 PM, I found it harder to concentrate. My bladder was definitely fuller as anyone would expect. If I didn’t pay attention my legs started fanning. As I realized that I was showing weakness, I quickly crossed my legs tightly and tried to focus on the material, but it was difficult. The clock seemed to be moving slower than ever. "Come on, Princes, you do this every day" I whispered to myself. I only had 3 litres of water and hadn't peed in just 10 hours. I could easily go on till bedtime.
 
At 6 PM, revision finally ended. 12 hours since my last pee and over 4 litres of water consumed. I felt a wave of relief, not because I could go pee, but because my daily hydration target was complete. Now it was time for the cheerleading practice. I changed into my cheerleading uniform, which was a short, pleated skirt and a full sleeved crop top. The skirt was way too tight on my midsection and definitely squished my bulge. The pressure was tremendous, but I was stronger. Even though the other girls insisted me to come to the bathroom, I chose to go straight to the arena. Being the lead girl, practice was intense, and I was thrown into the air to perform splits, land with my legs flat on the ground, stretch my legs high-in-air and what not. We ran through the cheers, the dances, and I could feel every jump, every movement jostling my bladder. Sweat poured down my face, but I kept going, determined to stick to my routine. Some of the girls had to run to the bathroom in between the practice as they realized their panties were showing leaks while performing splits. It was such a shame that despite taking their pre-cautionary pee they were not able to hold it. I was beaming with pride.
 
By the time practice ended at 10 PM, I was nearly bursting. Nothing to worry though because I would get desperate every day around the same time. I loved this rush and pressure behind my pee hole. It reminded me not to take my pees for granted. However, no one around me could ever tell that I was holding my pee, let alone bursting despite drinking close to 5 litres of water. I headed back to the hostel with Lisa and Brie, making small talk despite the throbbing need to pee. We even stopped for dinner where I had another glass or two of water as they relieved themselves once more.
 
Finally, we reached the hostel. As I stepped through the gate and, a wave of desperation hit me. I was almost shaking with the need to pee, but I managed to keep my composure in front of them. "You did it," I thought triumphantly. "Just a little longer until you're in your wing." I said goodnight to Lisa and Brie and made my way down the yard. A dull ache plagued my bladder, and my womanhood quivered. I clenched as hard as I could and to keep my overfilled bladder shut.  I finally reached the building and closed the door behind me, I couldn't help but smile. "You did it, Princes. You held it all day.” My bladder suddenly decided to turn the knob up and my desperation shot up, knowing that relief was so close.
 
Little did I know what was in store for me. As I headed towards the common bathroom, another door in the corridor swung open, and the stern face of Matron Collins glared at me.
"Do you have any idea what time it is?" she snapped, clearly annoyed. "The bathroom doors are locked after 10 PM. You know the rules."
I apologized, saying, "I'm sorry, Matron. I was at practice. I just need to use the bathroom really quickly."
She shook her head dismissively and pulled me in the opposite direction towards my room. "Hold it in, until morning," she said curtly before walking away, leaving me stunned and squirming.
"Matron, please!" I called out, but my voice echoed back at me in the empty hall. "Please, I really need to go!"
 
There was no response. The silence was deafening. My bladder felt like it was about to explode, and I was on the verge of tears. I paced in my room, each step sending painful jolts through my overfull bladder. I couldn't believe this was happening. I had held it all day and earned my second pee and yet, when I was so close to relief, I was locked out. "Stay calm, Princes," I told myself, taking deep breaths. "You've made it this far. You can handle a few more hours."
 
But deep down, I knew it was more than a few hours. Morning felt far away. I grabbed my water bottle, the irony not lost on me as I took a small sip to soothe my parched throat. The pressure inside me built with every passing minute, but I forced myself to stay strong. "I can do this," I whispered, even as I paced the room, clutching my abdomen. "I have to do this.".  Desperation clawed at me, and I considered my options. I could try to find another way out but shouting for the matron again seemed pointless. I thought of peeing in the paper trash bin, but it was too small to hold all my pee, and my room would smell. But then my eyes fell on a sticky note on my wall which read,
“When there’s no way out, stay calm and keep it in!”
That single piece of paper reminded me that I had to take control of my bladder. With a sharp breath, I rummaged through my desk drawer and found my relaxing pills. If I could just fall asleep, maybe I could numb the agonizing pressure for a while. I took one out and chugged it down with yet another glass of water. Next I got rid of my sweaty clothes into some comfy lingerie. The bottoms were digging into my swollen bladder. I gingerly got up on the bed and lowered myself on my belly. A current of pain ran through my body as my swollen bladder was pushed inwards. My legs twitched and body shuddered as the pent-up pee was pushed towards my tired pee hole. I gripped the mattress tightly and clenched as hard as I could. It was my favourite position to sleep, and I was not going to change it just because my bladder couldn’t wait a few extra hours. It was like an ego-battle with my bladder.
"I AM STRONG! I CAN ENDURE THIS!” I told myself. "You can take this additional pressure and still fall asleep. It'll be morning before you know it."
 
I closed my eyes, trying to focus on anything but the throbbing pain in my bladder. Memories of the day flashed through my mind – chugging 4 refills of my bottle, enduring the classes, the dance practice and most importantly, the pride I felt holding it all in. But now, that pride more like a punishment. Minutes passed, feeling like hours, but slowly, mercifully, the sleeping pill started to take effect. My eyelids grew heavy, and the pain began to dull just enough for me to drift off. My last conscious thought was checking whether I had any wet spot or leaks and thankfully I had none. When I woke up, it was already 7 AM. I had overslept because of the pill. The intense pressure in my bladder brought me back to full awareness instantly. I was still desperate, perhaps even more so after sleeping, but the end was in sight. I grabbed myself tightly but then immediately removed my hand. “I am not going to throw my dignity away just for this.” I sternly told myself, holding my breath to get out of the bed. As my feet touched the ground, a strong wave hit me and I dashed for the door, practically bursting.
 
I rushed down the hall to the bathroom, only to be greeted by a line of girls already getting ready for school. Unlike other days when I woke up at 5.30, there would be no line but today I was late. My bladder was screaming for relief, the urge compounded by the morning pressure and the pent-up pee from yesterday. There was no way I could wait in this line. I approached the first girl in line, desperation in my voice.
"Please, I need to go first. It's an emergency," I begged, my legs trembling now despite my attempts to stand straight.
The girl shook her head, her face stern. "Sorry, Princes, we're all in a hurry."
 
I bit my lip, fighting back tears of frustration. There was no time to argue. I dashed back to my room, throwing on my dance uniform. I yelped frantically as I zipped up. It was way tighter than the last night and my bulge refused to be compressed any more. I steadied myself as the waves battered me from within and put on my shoes. Bending down to tie the shoelaces made me light-headed and frantic. My legs just wouldn’t stay still, and my bladder felt on fire. I groaned in pain but somehow tied my shoes and bolted out of the door. I took a longing look at the door of the bathroom not knowing when I would get some relief. My bladder felt like it was about to burst, but I couldn't let my team down. I would have to hold it. I sprinted out of the hostel and made my way to school dance arena as fast as I could. The dance competition was in a faraway place, and we planned to leave early by bus. I couldn't afford to miss it. Walking sent searing pain through my overworked bladder, but I gritted my teeth and kept going.
 
I finally reached the school, out of breath and on the verge of tears. The pressure was unbearable, and I could feel my bladder straining to hold everything in. I pushed through the school doors and made my way to the dance room, hoping to find a moment to relieve myself before we left. I couldn't believe this was happening. I'd never used the school bathrooms before, but today might be the day or so I thought. I tried to tip toe towards the Teacher’s bathroom knowing that it would be empty at this hour, but as I approached, I saw my team members chasing from opposite. Their faces were a mix of concern and frustration.
"Princes! Where have you been?" Our coach snapped. "We were supposed to leave half an hour ago!"
"I'm so sorry, Coach," I panted, trying to catch my breath. "I overslept."
She frowned but nodded. "No time to waste. Let's go."
 
I gulped down my throat as I stared at the teacher’s bathroom. The relief was so close and yet so far. Only if I could swallow my pride and ask the coach to let me go but my ego won. Another girl also approached the coach asking if she could go to the bathroom, but she was turned down stating that there was no time. I joined the team, my bladder throbbing with pain. The bus ride to the event was torture. For the next two hours I just kept doing Kegels every few minutes. My butt cheeks had gone numb. Every bump and turn made my toes curl. My friends asked me why was I sweating but I shrugged them off. I forced myself to act normally by accepting the juice refreshments being passed on. My ego wouldn’t let me tell it to anyone I held on, determined not to let anyone see my discomfort. "Just hold it," I kept telling myself. "No one should know that you are holding!" My legs were crossed tightly, and I couldn't stop fidgeting. Despite my attempts to not show it, Lisa noticed my discomfort and leaned over. "Are you okay, Princes? Do you need to pee?" I forced a weak smile. "Oh no! Not at all. I never need to pee. I am just a bit nervous about the performance." She nodded, though her concern didn't entirely fade. I was too embarrassed to adamant to admit the truth—that I hadn't peed since yesterday morning and my bladder was filled to the brink. For the rest of the journey I sat on my heels, unable to find a comfortable position.
 
When the bus pulled in at the destination, my eyes were shut tight and head hung low. I didn’t even realize how tightly I was gripping the edges of the chair. My butt and legs were all clammy with sweat. Lisa nudged me out of my painful trance. I forced a smile and stood up, only to collapse back into the seat. My hands almost flew to my crotch, but I resisted it and gripped my thighs tightly. I WAS BURSTING! But there was no time to search for a bathroom without letting anyone know. We were ushered straight into the preparation area to get ready for our performance. Our coach handed over our costumes, we barely had 15 minutes.
“How are we supposed to go the bathroom in these?” Lisa asked the coach.
“Well, you are not!” The coach snapped at her.
I gulped down my throat as I looked at the multi-layered costume. There was a neck entry leotard, followed by a one-piece swimsuit or bodysuit whatever you would call it. Then a corset like decorative pieces being sewn into place. My body was shaking as I parted my legs to put it in the leotard. A sharp spasm hit me forcing me to squat on the floor. My breath was erratic, and heart pounded in my ears. I had forgotten how it felt to part my legs under such a pressure. I took a deep breath and gave it another try. All the time my eyes were on my tight white panties. I was fighting with tooth and nail to not leak. Few other girls had leaked, and it was a painful sight to watch. As I pulled it up further, I got stuck at the small neck entry refusing to stretch any further. My bulge was far too hard and big for it. The coach saw me immobilized. She put a wooden spatula between the fabric and my bladder and tugged it hard. I was red with strain as the fabric crushed my bladder. It was excruciatingly tight, but I couldn’t let it show on my face. Keeping a brave face, I slid the swimsuit like thingy over my bodysuit, which further squeezed my bladder into absolute flatness. Over 7 litres of water sloshed in my body, my kidneys worked in overtime to pump all the back log of water in my bladder but there was simply no room. An assistant then came and stitched up a corset over my bodysuit and laced it tight to ensure it doesn’t move. I wanted to scream. My legs involuntarily kept shifting and twirling. My body was drenched in sweat, and I could barely stand still. Every movement sent painful jolts through my bladder. "You can do this, Princes," I whispered to myself as we lined up backstage. "No pee before bedtime."
 
The music started, and we stepped onto the stage. I plastered a smile on my face, trying to focus on the routine. But my bladder was a constant, agonizing distraction. I could feel the liquid sloshing inside me with every step, every jump. The urge to pee was overwhelming, and I was terrified I might lose control in front of everyone. As we moved through the routines, my fidgeting became more noticeable. There was a sequence in which I was thrown high in the air and then I had to perform a split while two girls would hold my legs, keeping me suspended in air. I felt my sphincters, my privates and my bladder all were tearing apart all at once. My lips trembled as I felt pee move closer to the exit.  The audience probably thought it was part of the act, but my teammates were starting to look worried. Lisa shot me another concerned glance, and Lisa mouthed, "Are you okay?" I nodded, though it was a lie. I was desperate, beyond desperate. I was mortified that if I leaked it would gush on everyone below me. I remembered the note from last night and clenched as hard as I could. I had to keep going.
 
We finally finished our last dance of the evening, and the applause was even louder this time. I bowed with the team, the movement making my bladder scream in protest. As we headed off the stage, Lisa pulled me aside. "Princes, what's wrong? You’re all read and sweaty." I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I took a deep breath and blurted. "I haven't peed since yesterday morning. I'm struggling to hold it.” Her eyes widened in shock. "Since yesterday? How are you even standing right now?" I admitted, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. "I just... I didn't have a chance, and now I'm stuck."
 
The rest of the team overheard, and their reactions were a mix of disbelief and sympathy. "You've got to find a bathroom, Princes," one of them said. As I heard that my shyness kicked in. I nodded, my voice trembling. "It’s ok girls. I can still hold it. Don’t worry” We were herded back onto the bus, and the ride back to school was even worse than the ride here. My bladder felt like it was going to explode, and I couldn't stop shifting in my seat. The other girls were desperate too, but they'd at least had the chance to relieve themselves at some point that day.
 
"I so envy you Princes, you have such a strong bladder," Lisa whispered to me as we bumped along the road. "I don't know how you're doing this." I whispered back, crossing my legs even tighter. "I don't either, but I will supress it till we get back." The hours dragged on, and by the time we pulled into the school parking lot, I was on the verge of tears. The bus door opened, and I practically leaped out, my legs trembling with the effort of holding back the flood. As we made our way inside, the girls around me were talking about how desperate they were, but their eyes were on me with a mix of awe and concern.
 
"Princes, how are you even still walking?" Lisa asked, shaking her head in disbelief. I forced a laugh. "I just don't want to go anywhere other than my own bathroom." They nodded, understanding. The school bathrooms were notoriously gross, but I was running out of options. They coaxed me to use the staff bathroom, but I refused. "No, I want my own bathroom," I whispered, feeling panic rise in my chest. "Stay strong," I told myself, clenching my fists. "You've made it this far. You can do this."
 
Brie, seeing my distress, stepped forward with a solution. "Princes, why don't you come to my place? It's close by, and you can use the bathroom there. Plus, I can help you get out of that costume." My heart pounded in my chest at the thought. I was too shy to use anyone else's bathroom, but Brie just wouldn’t understand and forced me to come with her. We quickly gathered our things and left the school, Brie leading the way to her house. Each step was agony, but the promise of getting rid of the costume kept me going. When we finally reached her home, I was practically dancing. I could feel my bladder run against the rough fabric of my leotard and the stiches ripping apart.
 
She unlocked the door, and we hurried inside. "Come on, let's get you out of that costume," Brie said, guiding me to her room. I stood still as she worked to untie the intricate knots and fastenings of the costume. Each piece she removed brought a slight sense of relief, but my bladder was still crying for release. When she finally undid the last piece, I could feel the tight constriction around my bladder loosen, and it immediately bulged out, a testament to how much I'd been holding in. Next she helped me tear of the neck entry bodysuit and leotard. As I was finally stripped off my costume, my bladder bulged even more.
 
Brie's eyes widened in shock. "Princes, you had all that pee compressed inside! HOLY COW!" My sweaty self was writhing in the bed with legs crossed in a pretzel. My hands clawed her bedsheet crumpling it. She hurriedly showed me the way, but I shook my head, surprising even myself. "No, I c-can control myself a bit longer now that I'm out of that tight costume. I can do this."
Brie looked at me as if I'd lost my mind. "Are you serious? You’re going to burst!"
I smiled weakly, taking a deep breath. "No. I never pee other than my own bathroom. I m-must control my needs.”
Brie's eyes widened in shock. "But why?"
I shrugged, feeling a strange sense of determination. "That’s what makes me strong, I think."
“When will you go then?”
“T-tomorrow evening, after school." I squeaked as another wave hit me.
 
She shook her head, clearly concerned, but she didn't argue. Instead, she helped me get settled for the night. I lay down in her guest bed when I remembered that I hadn’t met my hydration target for the day.
“Brie c-can you please get me a bottle of water.?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Her jaws practically fell on the ground.
“I drink 4 litres water every day. Today I have only consumed 2.” My voice was feeble.
She refused but after a little more pestering she got me the bottles. My hands trembled as I took the first bottle from her. It was agony but a rule is a rule. I inhaled deeply and put the bottle to my mouth, gulping down the cold water before my bladder could react. Each drop hit my bladder like a hammer. I yelped in pain as I drained the bottle. Brie handed me another one immediately and I again emptied it at a same pace. After a minute I slammed the bottle on the table and yelped in pain. The waist band of my pantie was being stretched visibly, with the seams ripping apart. “I need to pee so bad!” I whisper to myself before thanking her. As the lights were out I couldn’t resist it anymore. I shoved my hand in my crotch grabbing it for my dear life. I tossed and squirmed, trying to find a comfortable position, but it was impossible. My bladder felt like a balloon about to burst, and every slight movement sent waves of agony through my body. "Stay strong," I whispered to myself in the darkness. "Good girls don’t pee! Good girls don’t pee."
 
The night was torturous. I barely got any sleep, my mind and body consumed by the relentless need to pee. The hours dragged on, and I watched the clock, counting down the minutes until morning. Finally around 6AM, the first light of dawn filtered through the window, and I knew it was time to remove my hand from my crotch. It was impossible to stay still at this point. My lower back and my legs were aching, and my pee hole felt on fire. I got up before Brie did and got dressed. I couldn’t believe how big and swollen my midriff was. I checked my panties, and they were still dry, magically. In the moment of intense desperation, I felt proud of myself for not breaking the seal for exactly 2 days now. I put on my uniform miniskirt and zipped it up – and my legs pretzeled on their own. But I straightened myself and parted my legs to wake Brie up.
 
“Did you pee?” Were her first words, looking at me stand with parted legs.
“No, never. Holding it s-still.” I force a smile.
 
After a quick breakfast and two glasses of water, we stepped out for our classes. Brie kept a close eye on me, ready to support if I needed it, but I was determined to see this through. The whispers started as soon as I stepped into the building. Everyone was talking about my swollen belly and how I'd been holding it for more than two days now.
"Can you believe it?" I overheard one girl say. "She hasn't peed since day before yesterday morning!"
"How is that even possible?" another girl replied. "She must be in so much pain."
 
I clenched my fists, ignoring the chatter. I needed to stay focused. I could do this. I continued to drink my usual copious amounts of water throughout the day, determined not to break my routine. Each sip added to the mounting pressure, but I gritted my teeth and pushed through. My body was sweating profusely and each step that I put forth pricked like a thousand needles in my bladder. By lunchtime, I was done with 2 more litres of water and the pain was through the roof. I could no longer focus on the lectures and lowered my head on the desk. My legs were double crossed, and my ass was on the edge of the seat. My bladder felt like it was going to explode, and I could barely stand still. Lisa and Brie approached me, their faces full of concern.
"Princes, are you okay?" Brie asked, her eyes wide with worry.
I nodded, forcing a smile. "I'm fine. Just a bit uncomfortable."
"Uncomfortable? YOU ARE OVERFLOWING PRINCES! You are going to pee! NOW," Brie said, shaking her head. "Why don't you just go?"
"I WON’T! I like h-holding it," I said simply. "I've made it this far. I can hold it till tonight."
 
They exchanged worried glances, but they failed to convince me. The rest of the day was a blur of pain and determination. I could no longer feel my legs and my bladder felt like it was being slit with a knife with every breath.  By the time the final bell rang, I was hanging by a thread. I gathered my things and headed to the door, my movements slow. My thighs remained glued, literally and steps were shorter than a few inches at a time. I had to make it home dry and without grabbing myself in front of Lisa.
 
Lisa asked me if I could wait a few minutes so that she could get dinner for both of us. I happily nodded. As soon as she turned back I was on the ground, squatting and clenching and squirming. My only motto was to not let my bladder win after coming so close. When I saw her turn back, I swiftly got back. My bladder cramped angrily at the sudden movement. Somehow I held my breath and continued to walk with her, just nodding when necessary instead of talking to her. The walk to her hostel felt like an eternity. But finally, we made it. Lisa helped me inside the hostel, and I collapsed onto the bed, my bladder throbbing with urgency.
 
“You did it,” Lisa said softly. “You made it.”
I nodded, tears of relief and pain in my eyes. “Just a little longer.”
Lisa’s eyes widened. “Princes, you can’t be serious. You’re still not going to use the bathroom?”
“I know,” I whispered, taking a deep breath. “But I need to finish the homework first.”
Lisa’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Princes, you’re crazy. You need to pee first.”
I shook my head, clenching myself with all the remaining strength I had left. “No, studies are more important. I can hold it.”
 
She sighed, clearly afraid but respected my determination. “Alright, but you let me know if you need to go. I don’t want you to wet yourself.”
 
I nodded, trying to focus on the textbooks and assignments spread out in front of me. My bladder felt like a boulder, and I could feel its solidity as I squirmed or moved. Hours ticked by and I forced myself to concentrate on the work. Lisa sat beside me, offering support and occasionally glancing over to make sure I was okay. Time dragged on, the pain in my abdomen growing more intense. My hands shook as I wrote, and my legs wobbled and twisted, but I refused to give in. Every sip of water, every word I wrote was inching me closer to a disaster. “Stay strong,” I kept telling myself. “Just a little longer.”
 
Finally, around midnight, the last assignment was done. I let out a shaky breath, feeling both relieved and exhausted. But my bladder was at its breaking point. I couldn’t move any more. I needed to pee right now!
I looked at Lisa with despair, my eyes pleading. “I need your help. I can’t walk.”
She was beside me in an instant, her face full of concern. “Of course, Princes. Let’s get you to the bathroom.”
 
She helped me to my feet, and I clung to her for support. My legs felt like jelly, but Lisa’s steady presence kept me grounded. We made our way slowly to the bathroom, “We’re almost there,” Lisa whispered, her arm around my waist. “Just a few more steps.” We finally reached the bathroom, and she helped me inside. I could feel tears of relief and pain prick at my eyes. I had held it for so long, and now, finally, I was going to get the relief I had been craving.
“Thank you,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I couldn’t have done this without you.”
Lisa gave me a reassuring smile. “You’re incredible, Princes. Now, go ahead and let it out.”
 
I closed the door behind me and hurriedly started to undo my clothes. The relief was so close I could almost feel it, but my bladder just wouldn’t have it anymore. It forced my floodgates open before I get my panties down. A thick stream of pee hit the WC and a loud groan escaped my mouth. A tingly warm sensation spread through my nether as the 66 hours’ worth of pent-up pee was finally let out. The sensation was overwhelming, and my sweaty body relaxed as the pressure in my bladder gushed out. I had done it. I had held on for more than two days, drinking so much water and with absolutely no leaks, until now at least. It was earth-shattering. As I finished and washed my hands, a sense of accomplishment filled me. I had pushed my limits and proven to myself just how strong I was. I stepped out of the bathroom, and Lisa was waiting for me, a proud smile on her face.
 
“You did it,” she said, hugging me gently. “You’re amazing, Princes.”
“Thank you,” I whispered, feeling a wave of gratitude and relief. “But I need to train harder. I should have been able to walk here on my own and hold it till tomorrow morning, making it full three days.”
 
Lisa’s eyes nearly popped out, but she didn’t say anything. We headed back to her room, and as I collapsed onto the bed, exhausted but triumphant, I knew that I had accomplished something incredible. I had held on, endured, and come out stronger on the other side. And now it was time for my next hold.
 
- - - The End - - -

Chapter Seven 
Two daughters and their impromptu holding contest 
“Mother Miranda were you not satisfied when you humiliated one of my daughters, now you’re trying to humiliate the other two” Alcina snapped 
 
“Do you have such little faith in your own   Children that you think they can’t handle a few extra liters in their bladders” Mother Miranda retorted 
 
“I’ll be alright mother, my bladder is more capable than that eccentric little sister of mine” Bela said trying to reassure her mother 
 
“I’m going to be okay too mother” Cassandra chimed in 
 
“Well it appears that your daughters are confident that they can handle it, are you?” Mother Miranda asked 
 
“If my daughters say they can handle it then I have no reason to disagree, but girls don’t be afraid to admit that this is too much for either of you to handle” 
 
“We promise” The two daughters said in unison 
 
“Excellent, now I’ll call for some servants and in a few moments the contest will commence, oh and I’ll have them bring some refreshments for you dear” Mother Miranda said looking at Alcina
 
“Why thank you mother I was getting rather parched Alcina Responded 
 
“Mother how can still be thirsty, you must consumed over a hundred gallons of liquids and it’s not even ten o’clock” Bela asked
 
“I’m always thirsty my dear it’s a real flaw of mine every second of every day I need to drink but every sip I take only seems to increase my thirst” 
 
“I wonder if that’s why your bladder has such a big reputation” Daniela said as she entered the room 
 
Alcina blushed “Let’s not talk about such things in public dear” she said rising to greet her daughter “But, I’m glad to see you got over the event from breakfast”
 
“I hate to interrupt this reunion, but you’re two proper daughters are in the middle of something” said Mother Miranda not amused with the return of Alcinas disgraced daughter
 
“They don’t look busy to me” Daniela replied 
 
“It has been quite some time since you made that call, the servants should have been here by now” Lady D added 
 
“Well I may have told them to hold off for a more dramatic moment” was Mother Miranda’s response “Which should be soon, so can you two please take a seat”
 
Lady Dimitrescu returned to her seat, while Daniela hesitated a bit before suddenly sitting down on her mother, particularly on her mother’s bladder. This action angered Mother Miranda because she just lost the opportunity to use bladder scan on her primary target. “Ah well I still have two other bladders” She thought to herself 
 
“Sister that is no way to behave, especially in front of Mother Miranda” Bela snapped 
 
“Bela I appreciate the fact that you always want to be proper, but I have no qualms about Daniela’s seating choice” Lady Dimitrescu said 
 
“Mother Miranda are you okay with this” Bela asked
 
“Well normally I would have Daniela punished, but since this isn’t a formal occasion I suppose I could make an exception, but I’m surprised Alcina is okay with this especially with such a full bladder I mean you must be positively bursting by now”
 
Alcina’s cheeks became a bright shade of red “Mother!!! Can you please not talk about  that”
 
“I’m sorry my dear, I forgot how sensitive you are about that topic” 
 
 Suddenly the doors opened and in walked two servants one carrying two goblets and the other carrying two pitchers behind them was a another two servants carrying a barrel of water, they placed by Lady D’s side and quickly made their exit. The remaining two stood at the opposite ends of the couch waiting for the okay from Mother Miranda 
 
 
9:30 A.M. the contest begins 
 
With a nod of her head Mother Miranda signaled the start of the competition, the servants quickly began filling up the two goblets the liquid made a distinct noise as it hit the bottom of the cup, a noise that made Mother Miranda quite envious as her bladder reminded her of its presence, she once again forced those thoughts to the back of her mind wanting to focus on the states of the contestants, using bladder scan Mother Miranda discovered that the winner was already decided. Cassandra’s bladder was already half full at 52% while Bela was only at a 43%. Mother Miranda wondered how much those percentages would go up if the daughters suddenly had some very watery thoughts, but she would hold off on testing that theory when the goblets have been emptied.

Mia entered her driveway - moving much too fast, as usual - and breathed a sigh of relief. There were no other cars parked in front of the house, which meant that not only were her parents not home, her twin sister Mika was out somewhere as well.
This was a welcome development for Mia because, not to put too fine a point on it, she NEEDED TO PEE. She had needed to pee since before the beginning of U. B. Holden College’s soccer match nearly two-and-a-half hours ago, and had NEEDED TO PEE since just after halftime.
As the star striker, and by far her team’s best player, Mia spent virtually the entire match on the field, leaving no time for a bathroom break, and even if she’d been the lowliest scrub on the roster who never saw playing time, it wouldn’t have mattered because there were no bathrooms at Holden College’s tiny soccer field.
After the match ended, a 2-1 victory for Holden which saw Mia score both goals for the victors, she had lined up to shake hands with today’s opponents, thinking of nothing but holding back the flood threatening to gush out of her, while not making her intense need obvious to the players, coaches, officials and fans who’d attended the game.
It wasn’t easy, but Mia was used to dealing with the steadily increasing desperation, as was every Holden College player. She could always identify the visiting colleges’ rookies by the end of the game, as they had invariably not been warned of the bathroom situation and ended up running in place, jiggling their legs and in general making their desperation obvious to anyone paying attention.
Mia always paid attention.
The Holden College players had requested port-a-potties dozens of times since Mia’s freshman year at Holden and for whatever reason the school’s administrators had never granted the request. By now, twenty-two year old Mia’s senior year, she and all the other veteran players had long-since stopped worrying about the situation, having learned to monitor their fluid intake even on the hottest of game days, enough to hold it throughout the ninety minutes of playing time.
With the post-game sportsmanship ritual complete - Mia pretty sure she’d been able to disguise her need adequately, some of the opposing players not so much - she briefly considered driving back to the Holden campus. She needed to shower, but mostly she really NEEDED TO PEE, today more than usual after a game.
Ultimately, though, she decided to hold it until arriving home. The Holden campus was in the opposite direction from her house. Plus, and Mia would never have admitted this to anyone, but she kind of enjoyed having to wait. The steadily increasing pressure, the little waves of desperation as her need increased, the goosebumps that would appear on her arm as she squeezed hard to avoid any leaks.
It was exciting and fun, and a little secret she could keep from the world.
And it was kind of a turn-on, something else she would have died before ever admitting to anyone.
Now, as she sat in the car gathering herself for the walk inside, Mia felt herself breathing in little half-gasps, not wanting to put the pressure on her bladder that would result from taking deep breaths.
“Wow,” she whispered to no one, alone in her car, “you really did misjudge how much to drink during today’s game.” Her bladder throbbed as she unconsciously slid her butt back and forth on her car’s seat, eventually turning half-sideways on the seat’s front edge, just enough to get a LITTLE pressure where she needed it, helping hold back the impending flood.
She knew every minute she waited to cross the front yard and enter the house was one minute more time the water she’d drunk could gather in her bladder, so finally she looked around - no neighbors outside the she could see - blew a breath out forcefully, grabbed her equipment bag, and opened her car door.
***
Mika peered out her bedroom window at her twin. Mia was still dressed in her soccer uniform, sitting in her parked car squirming like a little girl. She clearly needed to pee very badly and was just as clearly working up the courage to step out of her car and run into the house.
And straight to the bathroom.
Mika had seen this particular performance - or something similar - many times after Holden’s home soccer games and quite often after practices as well. Her twin clearly loved being desperate, Mika knew that had to be the case, because anyone who didn’t want to come home squirming and shaking would by now have figured out some way to avoid it.
Mika doubted anyone else knew about Mia’s…odd little fetish…but she sure as hell did. It couldn’t have been more obvious.
She watched with a little grin as the car door finally sprang open and out stepped the blonde, 5’4” soccer star. She had no sooner climbed out of the car than she pretzeled her legs together and bent at the waist, holding onto the door for support. She looked like a ballerina performing some bizarre little dance.
It was obvious to Mika that her sister’s situation was even worse today than usual.
Mia dropped her equipment bag onto the driveway and grabbed at her crotch with both hands. Even from Mika’s upstairs bedroom she could plainly see her sister’s hands kneading at herself, trying to push back the pee that was demanding to come out.
MIka watched her sister blow three breaths out, one after the other, obviously steeling herself for what was to come. Then she picked up her equipment bag and set off for the front door, walking in tight little mincing steps, stopping every few seconds to do what amounted almost to a deep knee bend, and then continue her halting march toward the house.
Finally Mia disappeared from sight as Mika heard the front door crash open. Mika expected to hear the heavy footfalls of her sister in an all-out sprint for the bathroom and the relief she so obviously needed.
Again, Mika had seen and/or heard this scenario play out many times.
She listened for the pounding, running steps, for the slamming of the bathroom door, and when neither sound was forthcoming, Mika felt her eyebrows knit together in confusion.
This was an unexpected development.
Mika moved to her bedroom door, silently opened it, and then crept down the stairs, determined to stay out of Mia’s sight but also determined to find out just what the hell was going on.
***
Mia had intended to charge to the bathroom like she was charging toward an opponent’s goal the very moment she’d gotten inside the house, but after closing the front door she’d reconsidered.
Did she need to pee desperately? Yes.
Was the ocean of water hammering at her sphincter, demanding to be released after many hours trapped inside her admittedly small bladder? Also yes.
But the feeling of desperation was so…delicious, almost sexual in the effect it had on her, her breath coming in ragged hitches, her blood pounding in her veins, her entire body shaking with desire. And, yes, her clit pounding in unison with her elevated heartbeat.
And there was almost always someone home when she arrived needing to pee. Mika may have been her twin, but she’d never been drawn to sports the way Mia was, and so despite the fact she was a student at Holden as well, Mika usually came straight home after classes and thus almost always beat Mia home by several hours.
But Mika’s car was gone, which meant Mika was gone, which meant…”I can wait just a little bit longer if I want to,” Mia mumbled to herself, her voice breathy and shaky, sounding like someone else, someone Mia didn’t know, someone who REALLY needed to pee. “And I want to.”
She knew waiting too much longer was out of the question. When she’d stepped out of her car she’d leaked into her panties, a brief but firehose-strong spurt she’d almost been unable to stop. But she had stopped it, through a force of will and clenching down harder than she thought she’d ever done.
And she’d almost had an orgasm right then and there. Standing in the driveway, touching herself only through her uniform shorts and her now-wet panties.
Mia high-stepped in place, one hand on her crotch, her middle finger pressed as hard as she could manage into her peehole. Her throbbing clit she rubbed for just a second, drawing in a gasp that was equal parts pleasure and desperation.
The feeling was indescribable, and as she softly chanted “Hold it in, hold it in, hold it in,” she was unable to stifle a slightly less-soft moan.
She was panting now, partly from the strain of holding in all that pee, partly from steadily building sexual arousal. Mia was lost in a world of desperation, her entire body pounding with need, as she wriggled and squirmed and bounced in place, just outside the bathroom door.
She moaned again, wanting to continue holding it, but knowing that if she didn’t sit her ass on the toilet in the next few seconds and let it all out, it would burst out of her anyway, flooding her panties and shorts, and the hallway floor.
And that sounded just fine to Mia, but somewhere in the far reaches of her fevered mind she knew Mika could walk in the front door at any minute, and she also knew she would never be able to outlive the mortification she would feel if her twin were to see her like this.
So she reluctantly - VERY reluctantly - stepped into the bathroom and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her uniform shorts and panties, ready to rip them down and finally let it all out.
And also rub herself to orgasm sitting on the toilet, an act that she knew would take maybe twenty seconds at most.
That was when she heard a voice she’d known her entire life say, “Well, well, well, what do we have here?”
Mia froze, dimly aware of the flood of pee beginning to push its past her tiring fingers.
***
MIka stepped into the hallway, a dazzling smile on her pretty face. She’d watched her twin sister’s frenzied performance of barely-controlled desperation from the third hallway step and around a ninety degree corner, virtually invisible to Mia, who was - let’s face it - otherwise occupied.
Mia’s face was bright crimson, whether from embarrassment, or the strain of holding in her pee - or maybe something else? - Mika did not know. Her hand was jammed into the crotch of her shorts, pressed tightly where it needed to be, but Mika thought she’d detected a little rubbing motion too, a motion that came to an immediate halt when Mika had spoken.
“Wh-where did you come from?” Mia stammered, once again marching violently in place. Despite her obvious embarrassment at being discovered by her twin, Mika noticed she hadn’t removed her hand from her crotch.
“I’ve been here the whole time,” Mika said brightly.
“Oh,” Mia answered. “I didn’t see your car when I got home. Anyway, as I’m sure you can see, I really need to go to the bathroom, so we can talk in a second after I’ve gone.”
“My car has an engine problem, so Dad had it towed,” Mika said. “And no, you going to the bathroom doesn’t work for me.”
Mia bobbed at the knees, a look of intense concentration passing over her face as she quite obviously worked at holding back an especially intense wave of need. “What do you mean, no? I have to go really badly.” She bobbed again.
“Oh I know you do,” Mika said, the grin still plastered on her face. “What I’m wondering is why you didn’t go as soon as you got home.”
“I-I did j-just get home.” Another bob, followed by double-crossed legs. Mika thought she could see the hint of a wet spot spreading slowly around the hand Mia had jammed into her crotch.
“Now Mia, that’s not true. I’ve been here the whole time, watching your contortions, watching how much you were obviously enjoying needing to pee but not going.”
Mia flushed even more deeply, this time definitely from embarrassment, Mika decided. Her eyes flashed in anger and she said, “You’re full of shit. I need to pee and I’m going right now.” She reached up to slam the door in Mika’s face.
Mika said, “I don’t think so, not unless you want everyone at Holden - including all your teammates - to know about your naughty little fetish for holding your pee like some desperate little girl.”
“What?” For the briefest of moments, MIa’s frenzied squirming came to a dead stop as she tried to digest her sister’s words. But only for the briefest of moments.
“You heard me.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Wouldn’t I? We’re twins, but you’ve been the golden child ever since I can remember. Athletic little Mia, straight-A student Mia, everyone’s favorite Mia. I think I like finally having a little leverage over the golden child.”
As she spoke, Mika could see the wetness spreading. The satiny finish of Mia’s soccer shorts was definitely darkening around her crotch, and she could see a few streaks of yellow begin to wind their way down her sister’s bare, shaking, squirming legs.
“Please,” Mia said weakly, her voice quivering. “I’m about to piss myself. What do you want from me?”
“From now on,” Mika said slowly, “if you need to pee you will ask my permission. No exceptions. If I’m feeling generous you’ll be allowed to go right away. If I’m not, well, you’ll have to hold it until I say you can go.”
Mia began stepping quickly from foot to foot. “You’re out of your mind, I’m not asking you for permission whenever I need to peeee…” The last word dragged out as another wave of urgency struck.
“Okay,” Mika said immediately. “No problem. I’ll get right to work messaging all your teammates and friends. Oh, and your professors, they should definitely know about your little…hobby.”
“NO!” Mia was gasping and shaking, clearly about to lose what little control she had left. “F-fine,” she whispered. “You win. I’ll ask permission when I need to go.”
“Good girl,” Mika said with a smile.
Mia turned toward the toilet and as she did, Mika could see more rivers of pee running down her sister’s legs.
“Excuse me,” Mika said sharply.
“What?” The word came out breathy, barely more than a desperate exhalation.
“Don’t you have something to ask me?”
“Ugh,” Mia spat. she rocked back and forth, directly in front of the toilet and the relief she so badly needed. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please, may I go pee now?”
“Hmmmm.”
“Mika, I’m begging you. Please let me pee, please.”
“That’s better. Yes, you may pee.”
“Oh, thank god.” Mia reached out once again to close the bathroom door.
“I don’t think closing the door would be appropriate,” Mika said. “I've watched your entire performance since you got home. I want to see if the amount you were holding justified all the theatrics.”
Mia closed her eyes, by now thoroughly defeated. She removed her hand from the bathroom door and in one motion, yanked her now-soaked shorts and panties to her knees while spinning and slamming her ass down on the toilet seat.
She kept her eyes screwed shut in humiliation as the roaring sound of her stream hitting the water and splashing in the porcelain bowl filled the bathroom.
Mika smiled. “I think I’m going to enjoy our new reality.”

Two girls were invited from two boys to the cinema.
The girls were friends and the boys were friends as well.
They were just a little over 18 and did know each other from the school.
The boys were playing in the soccer team and were very sought from many girls at the school.
Therefore the girls had the idea to offer something special to the boys to become friends with them.
They heard that a lot of guys gets horny about girls who are needing to wee, about girls who are holding a very full bladder.
They decided to test if the boys are one of those. The girls had both strong bladder’s and were good in pee holding.
Maybe they could use their ability and their good bladder control for to turn the boys on.
That was it what they wanted to test and to discover.
The girls had watched many soccer games where the boys played and they did love to see the boys in their denim shorts with their naked knees and naked thighs and they were turned on very much about that view.
The girls young pussies wanted to get fucked from that attractive boy’s so bad and they were willing to do a lot for that.
The boys on the other hand felt the girl attractive as well, but they were spoiled and didn’t say that.
On the special day they did leave the school late at afternoon.
They went together to the cineplex which was in a large shopping mall.
First they had a early dinner at McDonald’s.
The girls were dressed especially sexy for their first date. They did show a lot of their naked legs because their skirts ended far over their knees.
Sometimes they gave the boys a good view between their thighs and showed them for a few seconds their panties.
On the way to the cinema, the girls started with their „play“.
They were standing in front of a shop window, when one of the girls crossed her legs and said „i necessarily need to the loo before we go to the cinema.“
“Me too!” said the other girl and was rubbing her knees.”
” Is that really necessary?? We are already late!! Can’t you both wait with that until the film is over!” asked one of the boys with a trembling voice and a visible boner in his shorts.
Since now the girls knew that the boys were some of the sadists who loves girls desperate to pee and they were glad to have the opportunity to turn them on with their strong bladders and their good holding performance.
”It would be really necessary , we need to go very strongly, we haven’t been at the toilet in the school.” said the first girl and crossed again her sexy legs.
”You 2 haven’t weed the entire day?” asked the boy full of horniness.
” Not since we did leave from our home! Do you understand now that it would be necessary and urgently?” asked the girl was biting her lips and smiled seductively .
”Great performance, but if you were able to wait for so long, I’ll be sure you will be able to wait for just 2 more hours longer . Let us go in the film is starting soon.” said one of the boys, the other bought 4 large coke’s.
Not enough time for to let the girls piss, but time enough for to buy coke’s for them.
”Okay, we will not go, we will hold it back, but we lay the blame on you if we wet our panties.” said the girl to turn the boys on and to make them think at their full bladders and at their little parties over their slits.
The boys joined the film, but much more they joined that the girls were needing to wee.
Each boy had one hand at the nude upper thigh of his girl.
One of the boys used the opportunity to glide up to the panty on the girls thigh and said “I just want to feel if your panties are still dry.” 
The girl squeezed her naked thighs together over the boys hand and said “if course they are.”
The girls cokes were already empty and their bladders were very full, but they were accustomed to hold a full bladder, because they didn’t use the toilet in the school and were always waiting and holding until at home.
The boys were thinking about a way to prevent the girls use the toilet after the film, but they didn’t know one.
Later they realized that it was not really necessary to prevent them, because the girls went straight out to the street after the film was finished. 
They did not even talk about a wee or about to use a toilet.
The boys were so much impressed and so horny about the circumstances that the girls were needing to wee since so long, but still didn’t go.
They wanted more, they went to a little park near the cinema and set at a bench at a dark part of the park.
”Sorry, but i can’t stay here long.” said one girl.
”Why not, it’s pretty nice here and so pretty dark.” asked the boy and started to kiss the girl.
”Yes it is, but i need to wee so bad, my bladder is about to explode.” answered the girl.
”My bladder is near to  burst as well. The coke was too large for me. I think i have to squat behind the bush.” said the other girl.
”Oh no, you will not do that, you will not squat , you will not pee now! 
You 2 are both so hot and so sexy if you are desperate to pee. Hold it for us, we love that so much.” said one boy , laid one hand on his girl’s belly to feel her bulging bladder.
They were all 4 very horny, they kissed and had their hands there on their bodies where it was turning them on especially.
The boys “tested “ the dryness of the girls panties and used the opportunity to push one finger deep in the girls pussy where the wee wanted to come out so urgently.
The girls on the other hand had their hands there where they were dreaming to have it when they saw the boys at the soccer games, at their naked thighs and between their thighs where they could feel the boys boners.
They were rubbing each other near to cum.
”Before they were leaving said one boy “ we should do that again, but next time we go to my home and watch a video.
You girls don’t use the school toilets, like you did it today, or you did it not like today.
You bring us your horny, sexy bladders very, very full, then we will have a lot of fun!!” said one of the boys.
The all dreamed about a full bladder sex!!
The boys about to fuck the girls when they are full to burst and the girls about to get fucked when they are needing to wee since hours.
 
 
 
 
 

Hi Omo Folks! I am going to start a new series called 'Quickies' along with the projects that are going on parallelly. Someone proposed this idea of writing super short stories as commissions. This is my first quickie commission for $12.
 
Quickie 1 - There's never a good reason to pee
I crossed my legs tightly as the meeting dragged on. Wearing that short skirt was definitely not a good idea, I cursed my self. The meeting room was like a freezer. That damned air condition vent was right over my head and I had to keep drinking cup after cup of coffee to keep warm. My impossibly short skirt barely covered my thighs, and every time I shifted, it felt like it rode up higher. I had consumed at least two glasses of water, a mug of protein shake at the gym and four cups of coffee since I woke up. Needless to say, my bladder was throbbing with urgency. It took all my concentration to focus on the presentation in front of me, but the mounting pressure in my abdomen was impossible to ignore. I never took pee breaks other than lunch time but today it seemed impossible.
I glanced across the table and noticed Rex, my colleague and secret crush, squirming in his seat. His usual composed demeanor was replaced with a tightness around his eyes and a subtle twitch in his leg. Leaning closer, I whispered, "Rex, are you okay?"
He murmured back, "Oh yeah! It's just my nagging bladder."
Hearing that made my own need feel even more pressing. "Tell me about it." I rolled my eyes and squirmed again to show off my toned legs and generous upskirt.
"You need to go too or what?"
"Like a racehorse." I bit my lips. He smiled and turned back to the meeting.
The minutes dragged on, turning into an endless blur of voices and slides. The pressure in my bladder was becoming unbearable and I couldn't spend a minute without clenching myself. It was exciting and painful at the same time. I could hear the heavens sing when the meeting finally adjourned after two hours. I expected Rex to rush to the bathroom, but he remained seated, his expression unreadable.
 
"Rex, aren't you going to the bathroom?" I asked, incredulous at his calm demeanor. Truth be told I was barely standing straight.
"Oh no! You go ahead. I will only go at night, as per my schedule," he replied.
"What schedule?" I asked desperately.
"I only go once a day Palak. I am used to this." He chugs from his water bottle.
"But why?" I cross my legs as a strong wave hits me.
"Because there's never a good reason to pee."
 
His words struck a chord in me, a challenge I felt compelled to meet. Determined to impress him, I resolved to hold my pee as long as he did. The second half of the day was pure torture. Every time he sipped something, I followed suit. My bladder screamed for relief as the waist band of my skirt kept getting tighter. My thighs glued together in a desperate bid to maintain control as the hours crawled by. Rex's discomfort was subtle but he remained steadfast, like a proper man. By late evening, I guess 6pm. I was about to shove my hands in my crotch for a quick squeeze. But just then he turned to me with a concerned look. "Are you okay, Palak?"
I nodded, though my voice trembled. "I'm at the brink of exploding. I have never held it for 13 hours before."
He smiled, a mix of admiration and challenge in his eyes. "You're cute. If I were you I would wait until bedtime."
"Till bedtime?" My eyes nearly popped out.
"Tell me about your experience tomorrow." He called the lift and left.
 
By the time I reached home I was holding 15 hours worth of pee. I was climbing the wall in despair. My teeth were afloat. I paced around, squirmed, squatted and what not! I wanted to experience what he was talking about. I forced myself to drink more and increase the difficulty. I shuddered as the clock struck 11pm and I finally waddled to the bathroom. My thong dripping wet with the leaks. Before I could take it off, my flood gates just burst open. A shiver ran down my body. A thick stream splattered in the WC and the globules of pee tingled my nether. It was orgasmic to say the least. It went on for nearly a minute and I finally slumped on the WC, sweaty and panting with exhaustion.
 
When I came out smiling to myself, I saw a notification on my phone from Rex. "Did you finally go?"
"OH YES!"I quickly typed. "You were right Rex! There is never a good reason to pee, unless it gives an experience like this!"
 
- - - The End - - -
 

B

Chapter five 
A mother reveals her powers 
8:30 AM
There was a long silence at the table, which was the perfect opportunity for Mother Miranda to once again use her bladder scan ability but this time on the three girls with Daniela being the most desperate at 69% Cassandra in the middle at 45% and Bela in last place at 31%, in the meantime Alcina was finally finished with the milk, tossing the now empty barrel aside Lady D was happy to taste the next one she took one sip and was so disgusted she had to force herself to swallow. 
“Is everything alright mother” Asked Bela
”Oh yes everything is just peachy, I’m just not a fan of coffee is all” 
“Well Mother can you please try to drink it quickly” Urged Daniela
”I can do my best” Was all Alcina said before trying to gulp down the disgusting drink.
Even though Daniela knew that her mother was trying to speed up she still wished that she would drink faster. Daniela urgently needed to relieve herself even though she was holding no where near ten liters she was hoping Mother Miranda would be somewhat sympathetic and let her empty her bladder now and try again tomorrow.
”Excuse me Daniela was it I couldn’t help but notice that you’re awfully quiet, I mean you were so energetic a few moments ago” Said Mother Miranda 
“O-oh I h-hadn’t noticed” Daniela stammered not expecting to be put on the spot 
“I hope that stutter isn’t because you’re afraid of me” Mother Miranda said in response 
“Oh that’s definitely not the reason Mother Miranda”
”Well the only other possibility is that you need to-“
Daniela was about to say something when suddenly her mind was filled with the sounds of someone relieving themselves and images of waterfalls, she had no idea why but she was so shocked that her bladder let out a little leak causing Daniela to grab herself.
”Daniela what are you doing” Said Alcina taking a break from the coffee 
“I’m sorry Mother, I just really need to pee and I just started thinking of water all of a sudden and oh no no I just leaked again, can you please finish drinking so I can go” 
Lady Dimitrescu was embarrassed to hear that from her daughter but not wanting Daniela to have an accident she quickly went back to drinking, gulping down the rest of the coffee and swiftly moving on to the fourth barrel which was freshly squeezed orange juice.
Mother Miranda began scolding Daniela for her poor performance especially leaking when her bladder wasn’t close to bursting. But all Daniela could hear was the sound of someone’s stream which she swears is getting louder and louder with each passing minute. 

“Don’t pee don’t pee You can hold it” Daniela has been chanting these words ever since she told her mother about her situation, Daniela didn’t know if they were helping but she wasn’t going to risk it.
”Last barrel and then I’ll get you to a bathroom sweetheart” Lady Dimitrescu started slurping down the apple juice that was in the in the fifth and final barrel. Alcina drank the barrel in a staggering 30 seconds, she quickly got out of her chair eager to get her daughter to a washroom but she was stopped by Mother Miranda 
“Mother what is the meaning of this”Asked Alcina sternly 
“My dear daughter you are blinded by your admiration for your children, you see bathrooms are only for proper ladies and your precious Daniela’s display shows that she isn’t proper, why even a chamber pot is too good for her”
”But Mother-“
”Do you dare disobey your own mother” 
“No Mother Miranda”
”I’m glad you know your place, now go sit back down and enjoy the show”
”Daniela now had her legs crossed tighter than a pretzel but it still wasn’t enough, Daniela has let out so many spurts that her underwear is so soaked with pee that it started leaking onto the chair, her sisters turned away trying to save some of Daniela’s dignity, Alcina hated seeing her daughter in this position and she tried to encourage her to keep holding, but they both knew that her bladder was going to give out soon, Mother Miranda was the only one happy to see Daniela in such a state, she slipped one hand under the table and started touching herself to the bursting beauty 
Daniela was able to last another another minute but no matter how much she squirmed or squeezed herself she couldn’t keep the floodgates closed she let out a soft “Oh no” before her piss erupted out of her urethra forming a puddle on the chair and before pooling around her on the floor below, she wiped the pee off her hands and used them to cover her face as cried while she pissed out two liters worth of pee, Daniela was ashamed of herself she never even leaked before today and now she was emptying herself in front of her mother and the most powerful woman in the village. Daniela’s stream went on for an impressive five minutes but as soon as it was over she ran off with her mother not far behind, While the remaining two sisters followed Mother Miranda into the living room.
End of chapter five

A boy and a girl, both over 18, went after school to a coffee shop for to work at a collective school project.
After a while was the girl was getting more and more fluttered. Not really visible, but she crossed her legs, she was rubbing her knees and pressed her thighs hard and tight together.
Nobody would have noticed that normally, but the boy is a specialist for girls who are needing to wee.
Nothing can turn him more on than a girl who is desperate to pee.
He was pretty sure that the girl was needing to wee very urgently , but he wanted to hear it from her and therefore he asked acting innocent „ is something wrong, don’t you feel well?“
“Everything okay, i  am just needing to go to the toilet since hours.”answered the girl.
The boys penis was hard at the moment and he didn’t want that she would go to the loo now , but he wanted to talk with her about it.
”Why don’t you go, if you need to go since so long?” he asked full of lust.
”I never go at school and usually i am already at home at that time.” she replied.
”You don’t go to the loo all day long? Your bladder must be pretty large and very strong to endure that !” said the boy already very horny.
”I trained myself for a good bladder discipline and i am already very good in pee holding, but let us stop to talk about my bladder, let us work for our project.” said the girl.
”One more question, you are needing to go already very bad, there is a toilet, why don’t you still not use it?” asked the boy.
” My bladder tortures me already really bad,  but i always hold it until i am at home and if it lasts today a little longer, will it be a good training for me. My bladder has to obey, i am the Boss!” replied the girl.
”It seems that my bladder is more important for you than our work.” continued the girl.
”Maybe we should make another project about your bladder, that would be much more interesting for me.” said the boy.
The boy wanted to extend the “working time, working time = holding time “ more and more.
He wanted to see her suffer , he wanted to see her press her hand between her thighs and to bite her lips from needing to wee, that was it what she already did.
One hour later said the girl that they will HAVE to go now.
”You mean that you”YOU have to go” now!!
Have you really not been at the loo for the entire day?” asked the boy.
”Not since 7 am.” answered the girl.
”Okay, then let us stop for today before you are doing it in your panties, but therefore we work tomorrow longer!!  And then i invite you to the cinema after work.”said the boy.
It was very clearly for the girl what the boy wanted to do with her and so she said : “ You mean we work tomorrow here in the coffee shop after school and then we go to the cinema and i don’t go to the loo before.
Will that be your project about my bladder? Do you want to make an endurance test?” asked the girl.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Chapter three
A mother’s thirst 

The group of four rushed over to the sickly Alcina who was experiencing an intense stomach pain from the absurd amount of liquids she just consumed.
”Mother!!!” The three daughters said in unison 
“What’s wrong”
“Are you sick”
”Are you going to be okay” The daughters said in quick succession 
“Girls you have nothing to worry about, you’re precious mother will be perfectly okay or she will be once I give her this” Mother Miranda pulls out a mysterious pill and gives it to her daughter”
”Are you feeling better my dear”
”W-Water” Was all her daughter was able to say before grabbing her throat to emphasize how much she needed a drink
”Bela can you be a dear and fill up one of these barrels with some water”
”The Blonde quickly grabbed a barrel and ran into the kitchen” 
“You too should probably join your sister, your moms thirst will not be quenched with just one barrel”
the other two quickly followed their sister giving mother Miranda the perfect opportunity to once again scan her daughter’s bladder.
”Now my dear let’s see how your bladder’s doing after all that teaaa” Mother Miranda was overjoyed to see that her daughter’s bladder was already at 205%
”I wonder what happens if I do this” Miranda quickly pressed down on Alcina’s bladder making it jump to a 210% 
“Very interesting” Was all Mother Miranda had to say 
Lady Dimitrescu’s thirst was so intense that she didn’t even realize Mother Miranda was still here. Every second was hell it was like Lady Dimitrescu had a desert for a mouth, it was barely minute after swallowing the pill before she couldn’t take it anymore and sprung up from her chair and ran into the kitchen with the speed of a gazelle.
”Mother that is no way for a lady to behave” Was the first thing Miranda heard as she made her way into the kitchen. When she opened the door she was greeted by a sight that she would remember for the rest of her life. Her daughter had her mouth on a faucet over the sink with one of her granddaughters trying to pull her away with the other two either being confused about this current situation or finding it hilarious
”Haha hey Bela you should see how dumb you look
”Shut up Daniela at least I’m trying to help instead of doing nothing”
“Hey laughing is doing something, unlike little miss tomato over there” Daniela said and then pointed to her sister Cassandra
”Well I would like help Bela but I don’t think her plan will work” Said Cassandra 
Bela (The blonde) was upset by her sister’s comment and in response she said “Maybe what I’m trying to do would work if I had some help”
Mother Miranda grew tired of these antics and decided to take action. She quickly sprouted some black wings and yelled 
“Silence”
Everyone stopped immediately and turned to face Mother Miranda waiting to see what she does next 
“You should be ashamed of yourselves, behaving in such a manner, especially you” She said pointing at her daughter 
“I trusted you to raise these children on your own because I thought you would turn them into proper ladies, but from what I’ve seen that isn’t true at all, and I don’t even know why I thought that when you can’t even bare something as small as a dry throat”
”All four of you will be punished for your behavior, now you three finish filling up those barrels and Alcina you and I will wait at the dining table like proper ladies” 
walking out the mother and daughter were greeted by the chefs and their soon to be breakfast 
“I hope those three won’t bother you” Was all Mother Miranda said before leaving with her daughter 
by now it was 7:30 and Mother Miranda just realized that she failed to relieve herself Last night and while it wasn’t anything to worry about she didn’t want her bladder nagging her especially with how much liquid she was going to be around today. If she didn’t have her daughter here she would’ve made a quick stop at her private lavatory, but Mother Miranda would never excuse herself to empty her bladder because that would be unladylike and Mother Miranda was a lady to a fault.
by 7:50 the three daughters returned with their full barrels 
“Excellent girls, but don’t let your mother drink anything yet I need grab a special ingredient” Mother Miranda quickly entered the kitchen leaving the three girls to fend off their mother who was currently licking her lips waiting to consume her cold and refreshing salvation, luckily Alcina remained seated this time as the eagerly awaited her mother’s return. 
 
“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting” Said Mother Miranda who was now holding nine bottles of diuretics that she designed specifically for her children and their bladders
”What are those” Asked a curious Daniela 
“Oh just something to add a little kick to the water” Mother Miranda said before adding the first bottle to barrel.
End of chapter three 
 

B

Chapter 2 
A mother’s dedication
 
The spiked tea found itself in Alcina’s bladder rather quickly and while the diuretic would have been strong enough to put any human in a rather desperate situation it was barely noticeable to Lady Dimitrescu even with her incredibly full bladder.
”No offense mother but I remember your spiked tea being a lot more powerful”.  Alcina said with an air of confidence 
“I’m sorry dear but I’m not strong enough to handle the diuretics you’re used too, but if you want I can make some more tea that will be even more powerful than you remember, but first you’re gonna drink all of this tea I prepared”
Mother Miranda hands over her tea cup to her daughter who once again drank the whole thing in one gulp, with the two cups empty Alcina began working on the kettle, she would pour the tea out very slowly, but would drink the refilled cup with the speed of a cheetah.
Mother Miranda used this opportunity to use a magical ability unknown to even her family that she named bladder scan to get an idea of how much pee her daughters “Wonder Bladder” was holding, to her shock Lady Dimitrescu bladder was at 113% and rising, but yet Alcina showed no signs of needing to pee, despite the fact that her daughter was holding enough pee to fill up a swimming pool. 
 
“Mother, you’re staring at me” Alcina said with a mix of confusion and annoyance 
”My apologies, I’m simply at aww of your bladder”
”Everyone is even that idiot Heisenberg knows I can out hold him without even trying” 
“Well I think you’ll find this a lot more challenging, especially since you’re not allowed to show even the smallest sign of desperation or leak even the tiniest drop and if you do either of those the deals off”
“Mother,Why would you just bring this up now if you don’t mind me asking” Lady Dimitrescu said shocked by this sudden addition to their agreement 
“Because my dear I just thought of it at this very moment, now if you’ll please accompany me to the kitchen you’re tea should be waiting for you”
The two ladies made their way over to the dining room where the were met with a barrel
”Oh did I forget to tell you that all your drinks will be from barrels from now on” Miranda said amused by her own comment
”No it must have slipped your mind” 
“Well I didn’t forget this” Mother Miranda pulled out a straw and placed it in her daughters hand
Lady Dimitrescu sighed “Let’s just get this over with” she then grabbed the barrel off the table and started drinking. True to her word Mother Miranda did add a lot more powerful diuretics. So powerful in fact that it felt like Lady Dimitrescu was drinking two barrels of tea at the same time. 
 
Once again using bladder scan Mother Miranda saw that Alcina had a bladder that was 122% full and it wasn’t even 7:00, at this rate her bladder would be at 200% before lunch. This is perfect Mother Miranda thought to herself if I keep filling her up like this she’ll by flooding her knickers before dinner.
 
5 minutes have passed and the barrel has been emptied so thoroughly that there’s not even a drop of liquid left.
”Very impressive, you’re making your mother so proud, but I still have a lot more tea for you to drink” 
“How much tea exactly Mother?” Alcina said with a curious expression.
”I think it would be better if I showed you” Miranda made a motion with her hand signaling her daughter to follow her. Alcina followed her mother into the kitchen which had its whole floor covered in barrels.
“There is exactly 30 barrels in here and I need all of them empty in twenty minutes, if you fail you’ll be forced to drink double the amount of liquids for the rest of the week” Mother Miranda said in such a serious tone that it frightened Lady Dimitrescu
”I understand mother” Was the last thing Lady D said before dashing for the first barrel she saw. She drank it at a lightning pace she was determined to drink as many barrels as fast as she could before the weight in her bladder slowed her down. 
Speaking of her bladder it was definitely not happy being force-fed so many liquids, although it hasn’t been happy since the phone call that brought its owner into this mess. Lady D’s bladder has been sending countless spasms all in an attempt to have her do just the slightest thing to just alleviate some of the pressure, but thanks to Mother Miranda’s last second addition Alcina’s bladder will be tasked with holding an inhuman amount of piss virtually by itself.
Alcina despite the pain her overfilled organ was causing her was actually making a great amount of progress in only three minutes she has emptied 5 barrels, but Lady D knew that she couldn’t keep up this pace for very long, the sheer of tea she was consuming was making her body move at increasing slower rates and she was starting to feel sick. Ten barrels, ten barrels she kept thinking to herself ten barrels and I can take a break, every sip she took she would keep repeating ten barrels over and over, until Alcina would empty out her tenth barrel now that she cleaned out 1/3 of the barrels with 12 minutes to spare, Lady Dimitrescu was about to take a one minute breather when her mother shouted “No breaks all that floor is 100% barrel free” 
Not wanting to anger her mother further poor little Alcina went back to her drinking, not noticing that Mother Miranda left the dining room to talk to three very important guests.
”Hello girls,I’ve been dying to meet you” Mother Miranda said in a sweet voice and wearing a bright smile to match.
Three girls stood in a row directly facing Mother Miranda 
The first had blonde hair, which was different from the other two that had dark gray hair, but besides that they are virtually the same with long black dresses and blood all around their mouths, but the most important thing about them is that they’re the daughters that Alcina is trying so hard to protect. 
 
“Where is mother” Said the blonde 
“She’s in the kitchen, helping me with an experiment” Mother Miranda answered back”
”Does the experiment involve blood!!” Said the one on far end
”No but there is a different liquid involved” Mother Miranda answered 
“What do you mean a different liquid?” Said the one in the middle 
“Well you see I’m something of a biologist and one thing I specialize in is urine and the bladder and specifically how much urine a bladder can hold 
“And what does that have to do with our mother” The blonde say unamused with Miranda’s answer 
“Simple I have no idea what your mother’s maximum capacity is so she kindly agreed to help me out, speaking of which I haven’t been able to measure your bladders 
“We’re okay” the daughters on the right and middle said in unison 
“Sounds fun” The one on the left said 
“Are you two sure you don’t want to participate, I think you mother would be proud of you if you did”
”Really” the two hesitant daughters once again said in unison
”Oh yes, you mother is very obsessed with being a true lady, and a proper lady must be able to go a very long time with using the facilities” 
the middle one spoke “If it will make mother happy I’ll be more than happy to participate”
”I’m only doing this for mother” said the blonde 
“You two made the right choice, now follow me your mother will be so happy to see you three”
when the group of four walk in the dining room they see a mess of barrels and a sickly looking Dimitrescu sitting on one of the chairs 
 
End of chapter 2
 
 

Long time ago, at the time when there were no cars, where  people traveled with horse carriages.
The biggest part of people was very poor and had not many rights.
The social distinction was extremely big between poor and rich.
Rich people lived in big houses and  some of them in castles. They had a lot of workforce and servants.
The servants had to serve from early morning till evening and sometimes longer.
They housed in extra buildings and they had no permission and no right to use the bathrooms in the manor house.
That means that they had to suppress their bodily needs from morning when they were leaving until they come back to sleep late at evening.
For men and boys was it easier to find on and off a opportunity to pee somewhere, but women and girls did usually get not even one chance to go , they had to hold their wee the entire day.
They were trained and accustomed that they have to overfill their bladders and to hold the urine back for hours and hours although the bladder was already very full and the urge was painful.
Over that there were some situations where girls had to suffer especially bad, where their bladders was getting tortured extremely hard.
It was then when the ladies visited relative  at another castle which was far away.
It was mostly a journey for one day and sometimes for much longer, depending how far it was.
The ladies did  take 2 or 3 servants for their personally assistance at the journey.
That was usually young girls just a little over 18.
They travelled in a convoy with more carriages and they stopped from time to time for to stretch one’s legs. The men used the opportunity for to pee.
The ladies had chamber pots under their seat, the men pissed outside in the bushes, but the girls had no opportunity to pee anywhere, they  had to hold their wee the entire journey.
Their bladders were getting more and more full and overfilled. They became big, hard and heavy as a cannonball inside their abdomen’s.
Each pothole was a extra torture for their bursting full bladders and there were a lot of it, because the roads were very bad to that time.
Consistently the convoy stopped for to empty the chamber pots and for to let the men piss, but the girls didn’t get a chance to pee, they had to hold it.
Although they were needing to pee so unbelievable bad they had to go back in the carriage, unrelieved and with a painful overfilled bladder.
They had to wait for the next stop and there they still didn’t get a chance for a so much needed wee.
It was inhumane what the girls had to endure, but nobody did care about it.
They were girls and they were servants, they were bodies with no rights, not even the right to piss!
Their lower abdomens were full and swollen with their big expanded bladders.
When they arrived they were desperate and frantic to pee, but they still couldn’t relieve themselves.
There were young men and boys who had to bring the baggage from the carriages to the room if the ladies.
The servants had to put the clothes in the wardrobe.
The guys did know the circumstances, they did know that the girls don’t get a chance to wee and that they are always full to burst when they arrived and they like that.
They were getting animated to think at the girls big full bladders in their bellies, they did think at the girls cunts and how hard and tight they must squeeze them together to keep so much pee inside.
They did imagine how much they will piss when they finally get allowed to do it and they did talk about all that when they saw the girls working with crossed legs and sometimes with one hand between their thighs.
“Can you show us our room?“ asked one of the girls one guy.
“Are you in hurry?“ asked the guy sarcastic and sadistic , well knowing that she was in hurry and well knowing why she was in hurry.
“Oh yes wee are in hurry, we are all three full to burst. It is noon and we have not pissed since yesterday early in the morning.“ answered the girl.
“How can you girls endure this for so long, how can you stand that?“ asked one of the boys, visibly aroused about that the girls were holding their wee for so extreme long period of time.
“I don’t know how we can do it, but we simply have to do it !!!
You can’t even imagine how much that hurts and how painful that is.”answered the girl.
“We make a deal, we show you your room and you show us your pissing cunts.
You let us watch how you piss in the chamber pot.“ said one of the boys.
The girls agreed, they would have done everything just for to piss finally.
Each of the girls filled the chamber pot nearly full.
It was unbelievable for the boys how much the girls pissed and with how much pressure.
It was hissing and jetting out of their young slits between their spread thighs.
The men were getting absolutely horny about to see the girls piss one after the other.
Then they compared the amount of the hot dark yellow girl piss in the chamber pots to see which of the girls was holding the most.
They assessed that they were all three holding the nearby the same amount.
It was so much arousing and turning on for the young men, to see so much girl wee, to smell the wee and to imagine how big and how expanded the bladders of the girls must have been to contain so much urine inside.
“ Poor things , their bladders must have been about to explode!!!! That must have hurt them very much.”said one of the guys.
”They are not poor, they are girls, and girls are made to hold, especially servant girls, we shouldn’t have let them piss. They were so hot when they were so full and frantic to piss.” said another.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

There is a disappointing lack of omo content surrounding this beauty, so I would like to fix that.
 
This is my first time writing so don’t be afraid to give me any advice. Heads up this part is just setup so you can skip this chapter.
 
Prologue 
A mother and her fetish 
In a forgotten corner of Europe lies a village full of monsters with the most evil of all being a cult leader who goes by Mother Miranda, who has ruled this village for almost a hundred years, but overtime she grew bored and turned to masturbation to alleviate said boredom, unfortunately Mother Miranda could only satisfy her lust by watching her subjects humiliate themselves by holding their piss until their bladders couldn’t hold out anymore. This only brought her temporary satisfaction however, because the villagers could never hold an amount good enough for the horny tyrant, but the villagers wouldn’t be subjected to these displays for very long, because Mother Miranda got to making a family all of which would have bladders big enough to appease their creator. Her creations took pride in their holding capabilities and they enjoyed wetting themselves for their mother, but their was one member of her family that never had one of these accidents, a daughter named Alcina Dimitrescu, Alcina didn’t know why she couldn’t have an accident but it wasn’t from a lack of trying in fact there wasn’t a day where her bladder wasn’t full, but no matter what she did all her piss stayed in her bladder until she had access to a proper bathroom. At first Mother Miranda didn’t mind this strange ability her daughter had but as it became more apparent that Alcina was incapable of wetting herself she soon became fed up with her daughters “wonder bladder” as it would become to be known. Just like what happened with the villagers Mother Miranda would grow tired of her children’s accidents, and as the years went by Mother Miranda would be overtaken by lust since she was unable to satisfy her desires, while she could hide this fact from her family Mother Miranda knew she would soon go insane and become a freak driven by her desire to cum. Luckily she would be spared this fate when Her daughter who now went by Lady Dimitrescu at this point announced that she had a daughter who she named Bela. This announcement inspired Mother Miranda to try one final time to make her “Wonder Bladder” daughter finally have empty her bladder in somewhere that wasn’t a toilet, and cause Bela to suffer the same fate. 
 
Chapter one coming out tomorrow 

„You like it that i am needing to wee sooo bad !!!!!!?
You like it that i am holding my pee from the entire day and that my poor bladder is full to explode !!!?
You like it that i am holding it and that i don’t go although it is already hurting me!!?said the girl and putted again the boys hand on her swollen belly and pressed it inside.
“Do you feel how full and how hard my bladder is. Don’t you have a little mercy with me, or are you a sadist who likes it to see me suffer?“ asked the girl.
It was like you pushed a button, the boy was no more shy, he was horny and nearly brutal. He stripped his briefs and pulled the girls panties down under her knees.
He laid on top of her and pressed with all his weight his belly against the belly of the girl.
He was rubbing his hard penis on the bulging bladder of the girl. He did think at overfilled balloon inside her belly.
 So many times he dreamed about that and now it was reality.
He pressed so hard against the bursting full girl bladder to torture it and to make the girl crazy from needing to piss.
“Oh yes, i love it that you are needing to pee so bad, i love it that you haven’t been at the toilet the entire day and that you have to hold it back for hours longer and NO i have no mercy with you and your horny bladder.
A girl’s bladder is made to hold, to get overfilled and it is made to get tortured, that is what i think since i can remember.“ said the boy and pushed, rubbed and pressed the girls belly.
The girl loved it as well to get tortured so much. She was accustomed to endure that because the girl from her school was a evil sadist as well, but now was a boy doing it with her and now she was so near her dreams, so near to get fucked with her bladder full to burst.
She wanted to animate the boy to torture her harder and then to fuck her finally. She did hear and know that such sadistic boy gets turned every more when girls a begging for mercy and for to stop the torture.
They just gets more brutal and that was it what she wanted, she should get forced to endure more than she is able to bear and therefore she whined “ i wet your bed if you don’t stop!! Stop please it hurts so much, my bladder will burst if you don’t stop it. It is unbearable, i can’t stand it anymore, please stop that.”
The boy was getting wilder and wilder and started to fuck her like a animal.
They fucked so hard and so long until they were  breathless.
They were lying exhausted side by side. The girl had her hand between her thighs with one finger in her slit and hard pressed  against her pee hole.
She looked to the boy and said “i need to pee so very, very, very bad and did try to smile.
Not even one hour later she said “sorry, i can’t bear up any longer, i have to use your bathroom now.”
This time she said it not to turn the boy on, this time she did mean it honestly, she was at her limit, but for the boy was no different, he was getting horny about her ultra strong need and so he said ”No You will not go to the loo now, you are a strong girl, you can hold it and you will hold it, you have to hold it, i don’t let you go.
The girls bladder became dangerous big and was bulging out a lot of her sexy, flat belly.
The boy caressed her swollen bladder and asked “what do you think how much you are holding inside there?”
”I don’t know, the most i ever held was 1.300 ml, but this is a lot more.” answered the girl.
The boy was intrigued and aroused about about that big urine ball, he was so horny that he started to fuck her again.
”Let me piss before, please, please let me piss, you will kill me, you burst my bladder if you don’t let me go.” was the girl whining and begging.
Her whining turned him on even more, than to have mercy with her.
The boy didn’t have much routine with girl pussies, but he could feel that this girl was very tight.
He could feel how she squeezed his penis, but maybe that was just because she had to squeeze so hard to keep her wee inside her.
As they were ready, the girl went out of the bed. She was standing with crossed legs and one finger on her pee hole.
“I can’t no more, i can’t any longer, i HAVE to piss now!!” she said and pissed in the paper basket beside the writing table.
”Oh my Gosh, that was so great and so hot, we should do that again.” said the boy.
”My bladder still hurts, but i agree, that was awesome, we should do that again and we should not wait for so long.” answered the girl.
 
 
 
 

A

To see the girl rubbing her knees and to know why she was doing it was the boy turning on very much.
He was disappointed about himself that he was to shy to use that situation for to have sex with her when they were in his bed and her bladder was already visible bulging out.
The girl on the other hand noticed that the boy was turned on very much about her need to pee and she was happy about that it was arousing for him.
The boy wanted more of her desperation and made her wait and hold longer, he started to kiss her again and again whenever she wanted to get out of the car.
After a longer while she was getting out and the boy was following.
They were standing beside the car and the boy took her in his arms and kissed her a last time goodbye.
Now he was more horny than shy. He did take with both hands the firm ass of the girl and pulled her tight to his body. He pressed his bone hard penis hard against her bursting full bladder.
The girl moaned and groaned about the extra pressure from outside and crossed her legs.
“You are needing to wee! Don’t you? You need it very urgently?“said the boy and pressed harder and harder to torture her more and more.
“Oh yes, i need to piss sooo bad, you can’t even imagine how bad i am needing it. My bladder is full to burst.“ she answered but let him torture her and was happy about it.
After the last kiss went the girl with tight thighs in the house.
She was now sure that the boy was getting turned on about a full girl bladder and couldn’t wait for the next date to live her dreams with him.
The boy was so horny, he did think and imagine how big that bladder ball must have been in her belly, he did imagine how much yellow wee must have been inside that balloon.
He did imagine full of lust how stretched and expanded that „girlbladder“ must have been and how urgently she must have needed to piss and how tight she had to squeeze her young pussy to hold her urine of the entire day inside her.
It was amazing for him how much a full girl bladder was able to turn him on.
He could  not wait as well until their next date, but would she again not go to the toilet?  Would she again hold her wee the entire day? He thought to himself.
 

A

There was a girl with a special habit and with a special lust.
Since she was very young she did like to hold her pee back and to suppress her urge as long as possible.
She did like to feel a strong need to wee and the feeling of a very full bladder.
She went with a girl in the same class who did like that as well.
When ever they spent time together, they encouraged each other not to wee even if it was already very necessary, because they wanted to see the other suffering.
When they went  home after school to one of them, they went in the room and blocked the door.
Their bladders were very full to that time, because they didn’t use the bathroom the entire school day.
They didn’t wee since they left their home early in the morning and were needing to go since hours.
They laid down in the bed and started to torture each other. They pressed deep in the others abdomen and pushed and massaged their very full bladder.
Once they had the idea to go for a school outing without to wee in the morning. They wanted to see how long they would be able not to go to the toilet during the day.
Although they didn’t piss since before sleeping at the day before they could bear up not to go to the toilet until they were at home at evening.
Sure that they were both full to burst, but they did love it they was getting very horny about this.
They were already over 18 to that time and they used their games as sex games.
They tortured each other’s bladder and they stocked their young pussies until they had a heavy orgasm.
„Our“ girl wanted more, she was young, but she was like a little slut.She did love it to get  fucked and could not get enough of it.
She had already sex with some boys, but not one of them was interested at her full bladder.
She wanted to have sex with a boy with her bladder that full like it was full with her friend and therefore she didn’t pee the entire day before her dates.
A new date, a new boy, as well a boy from her school. He was cute and handsome and the girl was attacked to him.
He had until now not many experiences with sex with girls , but what the girl didn’t know, he loved girls desperate to pee. 
As usual did the girl not pee at her new dates and the „desperation lover“ did  notice that and did like it.
At their third date they spent the entire day together and went later at evening to his room in his parents house.
The girl was needing to piss already very bad, her bladder became big as bowling ball and was stretched near to its limit, but she loved it and she hoped that the boy would  fuck her very soon.
The boy on the other hand was aroused about the situation that the girl had not weed the entire day.
He did think about that the girl must need to wee very badly after holding it for such a long time and he could see  that her belly was swollen from her very big overfilled bladder.
Other boys had asked her if she would need to the bathroom, but not he.
He did enjoy her desperation for the rest of the evening.
Near midnight he brought her home with his car.
The girls bladder was about to explode, she was needing so unbelievably urgently and already very painful.
She had to use all her power to keep her panties dry. She was so horny and in the same way so disappointed that she didn’t get fucked with her so very, very full bladder.
The boy on the other hand was horny as well very much. He could feel and see how bad that girl was needing to piss and he thought that he will make her drink much more at their next date.
He want to hear her pegging and whining for to wee!!
“Would she let me fuck her before i let her to the bathroom?“ he asked himself.
 
 

 
 
 
 
 

„I don’t know if i am able to hold it for so long. I need to wee so unbelievably urgently, it is no more to bear.“said the girl and squatted down on the street beside the cars and hold tight with one hand on a street lamp bole.
“You will not pee here on the street like a weak little school girl!!? Or will you???“ blustered the boy.
“No i will not, i’ll try my best not to do it and to hold it inside of me, but it hurts so much, it is so painful!!
I suppress my urge since long before noon, i am needing to wee already as you went.
It is inhumane, it is torture that i can’t to the toilet even once the entire day.
Look my bladder is big and hard as a bowling ball, can it burst if i am holding it for so long.“ asked the girl and was standing up, caressed her bulging bladder and knotted her sexy legs as hard as she could.
The boy was turned on very much about to hear her talk about her bodily needs and to see her act like that.
He said „the waitress told you that you can endure much more than you can imagine, i guess you will be able to wait just a half an hour longer and NO your bladder can not bust, you will pee yourself long before that happens.
His girlfriend was getting so very, very sexy because of her desperation for him, more sexy than she was ever before for him.
He wanted to have sex with her at the moment, he wanted to make her hold, he wanted to torture her and her bladder all at once and therefore he started tease her and said well knowing that it is unfair „I am needing to piss als well very bad, but i am holding it because of you, but i don’t whine like a little boy.“
The boy was needing to piss really very bad as well, but he did love that feeling and he loved even more to imagine how much worse the girl must needing to pee which had not weed since her morning pee.
It was making him so horny to see her walk with her thighs so close together and with her rubbing knees, it was turning him on to see her stop on and off to cross her legs.
He did think at her overfilled firm, big urine balloon inside her lower abdomen, he did think how the wee is coming out of her pee hole between her thighs each time before she stops to cross her legs and he did imagine how her wet panties are rubbing on her pee wet girl slit.
The girl on the other hand didn’t even reply to the boys teasing words. She did need all her power not to piss.
As they arrived at the park, she stopped once more to cross her super sexy legs and he could see how some drops of urine were running down on the bare, smooth skin of her thighs.
“To you piss yourself now?“ asked the boy.
“No, i don’t!! I am still holding it!!“ answered the girl with a trembling voice and balled both hands to fists.
They were already at the bushes and there was a small way between the bushes and the park wall.
“Go in there, I’ll standing guard.“ he said and went with her behind the bushes.
He wanted to see her piss. He wanted to see how it is coming out of her young cunt.
As quickly as possible pulled the girl her panty down under her knees and started to piss before she was able to squat.
 She pissed so hard and so long that it was nearly not to believe that the girl was able to hold so much wee inside her.
“That must have been really, really urgently. said the boy and told her to pull her wet panties down and to leave it here behind the bushes.
The girl did what she got told and said „that was so urgently that i thought i would explode. All my belly was hurting and my bladder is still hurting.“ she answered.
The boy pulled his shorts down and wanted to piss too, but that was not so easy with his boner. It did take very long until he was totally empty.
“We go now to the shopping mall, to our coffee shop for a little snack.“ he said.„
“You just want to go to the waitress. I realized at the first moment that you like her.“ said the girl furiously.
“She is indeed a fascinating girl, but you don’t have to be jealous, i just want to see if she is already desperate near the end of her double shift.“ answered the boy.
It was exciting for the boy that his girlfriend was naked under her short skirt and it was turning him on.
“How does it feel without panties, did the wind already drying your little pussy down there?“ he asked.
“It‘s a funny feeling, but it feels good to feel the wind between my thighs.“ answered the girl.
The boy didn’t know until today  that a full girl bladder and a girl desperate to pee could  make him so horny and the girl didn’t know until today that she would ever been able to talk with a boy about her need to pee and about her pussy.
As they arrived at the coffee shop said the waitress „hi i am glad that you are back.“ and then she asked the girl if she was able to empty her full bladder in the park.
She did know very well that she was not able to go to the toilet at the park.
They told her what happened and the waitress said „oh you poor had to suffer for so long. In reality she did enjoy it to hear that.
“And what is about you?“ wanted the boy know.
“My bladder is full to burst and already up to my navel, i am needing to piss like crazy as always at the end of my double shifts.“ answered the waitress and smiled.
“But i think you love to hear that!“ she continued.
The boys girlfriend was looking bewildered and didn’t understand what about they talked.
“Didn’t you know that some boys love it if we girls are full to burst and if we don’t wee until our eyes turns yellow?“ said the waitress.
“Your boy is one of them, i realized that from the first moment.
Train your bladder, hold your pee for him as long as you can and you both will have the best sex that you can imagine, maybe better than you can imagine.
Believe me, i know what about i am talking.” said the waitress and crossed her legs.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

“Let me do it! Nobody will see me.” was the girl begging.
”The old guys at the bench are always watching you, would you like that they know what you are doing behind the bushes? Would you like that they think you are a little gal who can’t hold her wee?“ asked the boy.
”Usually not, but i can no more care about what they think, i need to wee, i have to wee!!” answered the girl.
”Maybe that you need to wee, but you don’t have to wee, there is a big difference. I am sure that you can hold it longer!
Remember what the waitress said, she said „ don’t worry, you can endure much more than you would believe .“ I think she knows what about she talk and she is also still holding her full bladder and she will have to hold it for hours longer until she can go home after her double shift.
I am sure that you can wait until we find a good opportunity for you to go.“ said the boy.
They were sitting for a little while on the bench. The girl was calming down more and more.The rest of her drinks was already in her bladder and therefore her urge didn’t rise up so fast anymore.
Her bladder was firm and expand, there was a lot of pressure inside, but the pressure was now constant and the girl was already accustomed to the fullness, at the pressure and at her strong urge.
She agreed to wait and to search for a better opportunity.
“I need to pee very bad as well.“ said the boy. „Would it be bad for you if i go to the urinal before we leave?“ he asked.
„That is not really fair, you went already, but i not even once, but it doesn’t get easier for me if you need to go as well. You can go and i am waiting here.“ answered the girl.
“That would really not be fair, it doesn’t make it in fact easier for you, but maybe it’s a little help for you? I don’t don’t go, i hold it with you.“ said the boy.
In reality he wanted to feel the feeling of a full bladder, he wanted to feel the feeling of needing to pee and he wanted to imagine how much worth the girl was needing to wee, which didn’t wee since she was getting up early in the morning.
They went out of the park. It would have been so easy to let the girl piss. There were so many restaurants and coffee shops with toilets around, but the boy was searching for a public toilet and the girl didn’t ask for anything else.
In reality didn’t the boy search for anything, he wanted just walk around with his girlfriend and her bursting full bladder, he wanted just to make her hold. He wanted just see her fight.
It was about 5 pm, the girl moaned more and more, she was rubbing her knees, she walked in a way that everyone could see that this girl was needing to pee.
When ever she could, she crossed her sexy legs for some seconds.
“I am scoured.“ said the girl.
The boy thought that she was talking about her feet, or about her heels . 
„ Are your shoes too small?“ he asked.
“No not my feet, I mean i am scoured and rubbed between my thighs. My panties are wet and they are rubbing between my thighs. It is hurting and burning down there and my bladder hurts like it would explode in some minutes as well.“
She told him that it was coming out of her and that she could only stop it if she crossed her legs very tight.
She said that she can’t believe that she is talking about all that, usually she is even to shy to admit when she is needing to wee, she did never before talk with a boy about her humanly needs, but now she is doing it, because she can no more think about anything else than to finally wee.
“I HAVE to pee NOW before it goes in my panties.“ said the girl and crossed her legs again.
It was arousing and turning on for the boy to see the girl walk a „bursting to pee walk“, it was arousing to see her bladder bulging out and it was turning him on very much to know that her little panties were already wet from her wee.
He did think about how hard she had to squeeze her piss slit together to resist the urge and the pressure.
He wanted to see more of it, he wanted to make her hold longer, but he realized that she was near her absolutely limit.
He didn’t want to humiliate his girlfriend, he didn’t want to make her wet herself in front of all the people, therefore he offered her to bring her back to the park and would let her wee behind the bushes.
He thought that there he would find a way to watch her.
 
 
 
 
 

The girl walked with small steps and her thighs close together. 
Not even 10 minutes later they were at the little park what about the waitress talked.
They could see the toilet building not far away from the entrance.
”I didn’t think that i would cope with that. Just some more minutes and i am out of my misery.” said the girl, looked to her friend and did try to smile.
The boy on the other hand was disappointed about the end of his girlfriend’s pee holding show and about that his extreme horniness will end  when the girl had pissed.
He was needing to pee already pretty bad again, but would have been willing to hold it for hours longer when the girl had to hold it as well.
He did not know until then how much a girl who is desperate to pee can turn him on.
He was near to ask her if she would hold it a little longer for him, but they were already at the building.
The building was like a round kiosk with a door in the front and a sign “men”.
They walked to the back side because they thought there would be the door for the ladies, but there was no door.
They were back in the front of the building. The girl was standing bending over and with tight crossed legs in front of the door.
There was a bench near the toilet where people were sitting. One of the older men saw the girls distress and said “ i am sorry for you girly but that is just a urinal for men.”
”Where are the ladies?” asked the girl desperate.
”There are no toilets for ladies in this park.” answered the guy.
The girl was needing to wee so unbelievably bad, she was so near to let it out. She was so near to be able to pee her painful urge away.
In her mind she had already her panties down on her knees and was already weeing as she saw the toilet, but now she couldn’t get in because she is a girl.
”That is so unfair!! Girls have as well a bladder what is getting full, girls are needing to wee as well!! Why does girls always have to hold it when boys can piss so easily everywhere?” she thought to herself.
She always used to be a pee shy girl, she often suppressed her urge for long periods of time, because she was not able to talk about her bodily needs and to admit that she would need to wee, but she never suppressed her urge as long as now.
The boy didn’t want to make a show in front of the men and therefore he did lead his girl to an empty bench a little bit away to a more quiet place.
The girl was sitting on the bench, lightly bent forward, she had the fabric of her mini skirt made to a knot and had it pressed hard between her thighs.
Her thighs were nude up to the top that way, but she didn’t care about it.
She was no more able to care about it, she was needing to wee so bad and so urgently that she was needing all her focus and all her power to keep her wee inside her.
Never before saw the boy fight a girl so hard to keep her panties dry and never before in his life he was so horny about that.
”How much longer will she be able to hold it back, how long will it last until she piss herself?” he asked himself.
”May i go behind the bushes?” asked the girl shyly.
”No i think you may not, big girls like you don’t anymore squat in public not even behind some bushes.” answered the boy, because he wanted to see her hold and suffer.
 
 
 

The boy did leave the shopping mall with his girlfriend and went out to the street with her with his arm around her hips.
The girl wanted to get as soon as possible to the park for a so much needed wee, but her bladder was too full for to walk fast.
Her bladder was like a big heavy ball in her lower abdomen which was getting moved, shook and tortured by every step she made.
She could feel how the skin over her bulging bladder was stretched and how it pressed from outside on her overfilled bladder by every move she made.
She was such a good girl, she was not angry, she was totally ashamed, she did excuse her for walking with small steps and rubbing knees and said that she was sorry for acting like a little schoolgirl, but she is needing to wee so unbelievably bad that she can’t no other than walk like that, she said that she is nearly doing it in her panties.
For explanation and excuse she told his friend that she was already needing to the toilet since long before noon and that she did try her best to hold it and to wait, but now she can’t anymore and any longer.
That was no reason for the boy to have mercy with the girl, on the contrary, he was getting more and more horny about it.
It was so new for him that he couldn’t believe that the circumstance that the girl beside him was needing to pee so extremely bad could turning him so much.
His boner was rubbing in his shorts so hard that he had to be careful not to cum.
The waitress was a sadomasochistic girl.
On one hand she was masochist,  she did love to torture her own bladder. She did love needing to pee very bad but don’t go as long as possible.
She  did hold it back even if it was already painful and if it was hurting her.
She did love being forced to hold her full bladder on double shifts for hours on end.
Need to go so very, very bad, but have no chance to go, that was it what she loved.
On the other hand she was a sadist, she did love if someone else was needing to pee but couldn’t go.
Especially girls should be denied to wee for extreme long periods of time.
She did love it to make girls desperate and frantic to pee and she did love to see them fight against their bodily needs so long as possible.
Sometimes she visits her colleague at the coffee shop late at evening when she is doing her double shift.
She is a pretty young student girl and our waitress loves it so much if the poor girl tells her how bad she would need to wee, if she tells her that her bladder is about to explode and that she can’t think any other than to wee finally.
To know that she had to hold it for one or two hours longer, that she will get no chance to wee how bad it ever will get, is turning her on very much.
The bad waitress loves bursting full girl bladders and girls desperate to pee and therefore she told our girl to go in the park for a wee to one of the public toilets.
If she would had just a little bit mercy with the poor girl who was already frantic to pee, she would have told her that there is another coffee shop with a toilet just 2 minutes away around the corner.
The waitress was needing to piss but couldn’t go, so that girl should suffer as well, she should hold it like she have to hold it!!
That was it what she wanted and she did enjoy the imagination that the girl was full to explode, but still had to hold it!!
She was enjoying the imagination and the surprise when the girl is arriving at the park and see the public toilets as well.
 

The massage had done wonders for Vegeta. He didn’t have any Frieza-dreams that night, and he was able to relieve himself easily the following morning. He felt fantastic, he just had to pretend to himself that it hadn’t been Kakarot who’d made him feel this good.
The best thing was how much it had improved his fighting ability. He had the full-use of his left arm, finally. There were no aches pulling at it, no shooting pains, no immobilizing cramps. He didn’t have to grab onto it and squeeze, hoping that the pressure would dull the hurt inside of it, and losing the option to use EITHER of his hands to spar with in the process. He could use BOTH of his arms as much as he wanted.
All this added up to mean that, when he next fought Kakarot, he wasn’t defeated.
He didn’t WIN, either, though. They both ended up tapping out at the same time, but even just tying with Kakarot was exhilarating. If he hadn’t been so exhausted, he would have been jumping with excitement like he always had after winning a battle as a child. Had that knot in his shoulder really been holding him back THIS much? He felt like he could do ANYTHING now that it was gone.
“Wow… Vegeta…” Kakarot panted, laying on the ground. “That was… That was… Amazing. I haven’t had such a good fight in… In ages…”
“Ha… Ha…” Vegeta tried to smirk, laying a few feet away from Kakarot. “You… Sound tired… Kakarot… Don’t… Don’t have the energy to… go up against an elite, do you?”
“Heh…” Kakarot turned on his side to face Vegeta better. “Once I can move again, I’m gonna rub your shoulders and stuff, alright?”
“Again?” Vegeta asked. Kakarot’s hands all over him… Again? “Why would I need it a second time? Everything has been fixed.”
“I think that might be a good thing to do after a fight, so that it STAYS fixed,” Kakarot explained. “Is that alright?”
“I don’t think it’s necessary…”
“C’mon, Vegeta… You gave me one of the best fights EVER after we did that just one time; I wanna see if our next one can be even better!”
Kakarot sure knew which buttons to push… Damn him. “Fine… Fine… But, same rules as before; When you do my legs, you stop at the knees.”
“I know,” Kakarot said.
A half hour later, once Goku could handle moving his body again, he was once more giving Vegeta a massage. To his dismay, he felt a tiny knot already starting to reform in his friend’s left shoulder. He hadn’t expected it to appear again so soon. It was NOT as bad as the one he’d gotten out the first time, but the fact that Vegeta’s muscles tensed themselves to that degree so quickly worried him.
As he smoothed it out, Vegeta sighed softly, which encouraged him to continue as well as ask a hesitant question; “Did anything ever happen to this arm?”
“It’s the one I block with.”
“I know that, but is there anything else?” Goku ran his hand all down the length of Vegeta’s arm, feeling more tense bits.
Vegeta hesitated. “It was broken in multiple places when I was a child,” he said.
“Oh. Did they not have those healing tanks back then?”
“We did, but Frieza was furious with me at the time, so he forbid me from using them. And, unfortunately, we had become so reliant on the tanks that no one knew alternative ways of mending broken bones. We’d been using the tanks for generations.”
“What? So you mean they didn’t even put it in a cast or anything?”
“No,” Vegeta said. “It’s possible that my arm never healed correctly after that. You know, I actually used my left hand to write before that happened, afterwards it would cause my arm to cramp after a short while, so I had to relearn how to do it with my right hand.”
“And, senzu beans have never been able to fix it, either?” Goku gathered.
“They have not,” Vegeta confirmed. He nearly admitted that Kakarot’s hands were the first things to ever help the pain in his arm, but stopped himself just in time.
“Maybe they have, like, a time limit, and they can’t repair old injuries. But, I’ll keep doing this after we fight, whenever we’ve got time for it.” Goku continued, the rest of Vegeta’s body felt tense again as well, but Goku didn’t find any more actual knots. He could tell he was going to have to do this a LOT, his friend obviously didn’t STAY loose for too long after he’d finished. This was gonna be like a form of basic maintenance for Vegeta, an absolute necessity… “That feel better?”
“… Tch, a bit I guess,” Vegeta said, starting to sit up again. Ah— Oh, wow, he REALLY had to— What the fuck?! He’d had NO urge to pee at ALL a few minutes ago! Where had that come from? Had Kakarot squeezed all the liquid in his body into his bladder by mashing on him like that?! Vegeta tensed his thighs.
Kakarot noticed, “Vegeta, I just got you loosened up, try not to—“
Vegeta stood up abruptly, pacing the area, scanning it for a suitable spot. He didn’t understand HOW he’d filled up so fast, but if he didn’t get emptied soon, all that work Kakarot had put in to make him feel comfortable would go to waste as his back exploded with brutal agony.
They generally found empty areas to spar in, so that they wouldn’t need to worry about destroying anything. A vacant, flat expanse of land like this was an ideal location for a battle. It was definitely NOT the ideal place for Vegeta relieve himself. There was really nothing out here to conceal himself behind.
‘You and Kakarot are alone out here. You don’t even sense anyone,’ Vegeta told himself. ‘Just… You know… On the ground…’
His heart thrummed just at the thought of it!
“Kakarot,” Vegeta started. “I—“
“Oh,” Kakarot said. “THAT’S why you’re getting all tense again. Heh, it’s amazing you held it through that whole fight, it was SO long! I couldn’t do that!”
Vegeta was about to point out that Kakarot HAD done the same thing; He hadn’t asked for a break in the middle of their battle. But, then he remembered Kakarot’s… disgusting, little… ‘trick’. He recalled each time Kakarot had been powering himself up, and was stuck wondering which of those instances the fool had chosen to use to urinate on himself and evaporate all the evidence. How the Hell could he DO something like that and not die from embarrassment?
And how did he get AWAY with it every time without Vegeta even noticing? Kakarot was NEVER discreet about ANYTHING, but somehow Vegeta had never picked up on the fact that Kakarot deliberately wet himself sometimes when he was charging up. “Ugh, Kakarot, did you… Do that… revolting thing you told me about?”
Kakarot just laughed. “It’s not that gross, Vegeta. It all evaporates as soon as it comes out, I don’t feel my legs getting wet or anything. And, I can keep fighting.”
“How often?” Vegeta groaned, his knees rubbing now. His bladder was so damn full it hurt, it was like he’d had a whole water cooler dumped into it in the span of a few minutes. He hoped to Hell that he didn’t have another infection, that was the only other time he’d had such serious and sudden emergencies like this.
“Hm?”
“How many fights have you… Done that in?”
Kakarot frowned. “I dunno… I never thought to keep count. If they get really long, that just ends up happening, though.”
“Doesn’t it distract you?” Vegeta asked, bouncing on his heels. Even if he WERE like Kakarot, was incapable of shame, and didn’t feel the least bit embarrassed about wetting himself in the midst of a battle, it would STILL take his attention away from the fight. When he urinated after holding it for ages, the release would always feel so incredible that he could barely think of much else.
Ah, he needed that now…
“A little, but not as much as holding it in does,” Kakarot shrugged. “The first time I did it, I kinda freaked out for a second, though.”
“The first time?” Vegeta repeated. “Oh, PLEASE don’t say that it was with me…” Their first battle had gone on for ages. If Vegeta hadn’t been so dehydrated when it had begun, the first defeat of his life could have been an even greater agony.
“Nope, it was with Frieza,” Kakarot said.
“Y—You did it in front of Frieza?! Was I— Was I still—“
“Um… It was after Frieza shot you, but before I turned into a Super Saiyan,” Kakarot said. “I woke up from the healing tank thingy, and I had to go then, but it’s not like I had any time for that. So I just thought ‘Forget about it, it’s not important right now’, and then I kinda just had it in the back of my mind that I might end up going on myself.”
And, that hadn’t distracted Kakarot? That hadn’t made him hesitate, or piled on any additional stress? He’d seriously thought ‘Oh, I might piss myself today’ and had been completely fine with it?
Yes, there WERE way more important things for Kakarot to be focusing on at that time, but Vegeta had never been able to completely shove away the fear of humiliation when he’d been in similar situations. His attention would inevitably divide between his discomfort and the actual task at hand; His mind would become a mess and he’d lose his ability to fully concentrate on anything.
“So, uh… Yeah, I had to pee when I showed up, and after… After that stuff happened to you, the fight kept getting longer. I wasn’t really paying attention to holding it, but I could feel that I really had to go, and it was bugging me. Eventually, I just went without meaning to. And, for a second I kinda panicked about it, but then I realized I didn’t feel my legs getting wet, and I looked down and it was just evaporating off me. So, it was fine.”
It was fine… Kakarot pissed himself right in front of Frieza, and it was just fine…
That was the least ‘fine’ thing Vegeta could think of! The thought of it got him shuddering, which reminded him of the confusingly high pressure in his bladder, the fear that he’d broken it again.
Kakarot noticed and looked around. “Doesn’t look like there are any good spots out here for you to go,” he noted. “Wanna head home for a minute?”
Vegeta simply blushed and walked closer to Kakarot, allowing the other Saiyan to grab his shoulder and take him home. Peeing had BETTER feel as good as it was supposed to this time, he’d BETTER not have an infection again. He knew he always held it for too long, so it was always a distinct possibility that he’d make himself sick.
The slight increase in pressure that always accompanied teleportation made Vegeta’s middle cramp and his ankles cross. As soon as he’d given Bulma a quick wave, reoriented himself and figured out what area of the house he was in, he rushed off.
He made it to his restroom and got ready to pee. He aimed hesitantly, wary that sharp needles would erupt from his tip once he finally let go. But, to his immense relief, the second his valve opened up he was met with nothing but pleasure as his stream trickled out. He didn’t have an infection, his bladder was just acting… Weird.
‘Maybe I didn’t notice I had to go because I was busy fighting,’ Vegeta thought, although that had never been the case before. He was ALWAYS aware when his bladder was getting full. It wasn’t the kind of thing he could easily ignore.
Then, why had his desperation come on so suddenly?
***
Bulma turned to Goku, “I’ve been meaning to ask, do you ever have him TRY to go wherever you are before taking him home?”
Goku shook his head. “Not really. And, today we fought in this super empty spot. Vegeta’s at least gotta have a tree to go behind.”
“Alright…” Bulma said. “I do wish he’d TRY more often, though.”
“Uh, well, I think I’m keeping him a little more relaxed anyway,” Goku said. “I rubbed his back and stuff again today, after we got done fighting.”
“Ah, that explains why he was so, um, ‘urgent’,” Bulma said.
“Huh?”
“When you get a massage, it stimulates your blood-flow, gets fluid moving through your body…”
“Oh,” Goku said. ‘Okay, so I have to give Vegeta massages as often as I can, but only when I’m sure he’ll be able to pee really soon afterwards.’ That complicated things a bit, but Goku assumed he could still manage it.
‘I can always teleport him,’ Goku reasoned. ‘So, nothing too bad can happen if I’m with him.’ It was a very comforting thought.
But, things would turn out to be more difficult than he had imagined.
The next time they fought, they did so in the desert again so that they wouldn’t need to hold back. And, they tied once more, much to Vegeta’s satisfaction. However, his left arm had begun to cramp towards the end, and Kakarot noticed him rubbing at his shoulder once they had stopped.
“Aw, man,” Kakarot said. “That knot’s back already, isn’t it?”
Vegeta frowned at the concern in Kakarot’s tone. “I’m sure YOU get muscle cramps as well!”
“Yeah,” Kakarot agreed. “But, what you’re getting is different. I’ll fix it.”
Vegeta kept rubbing on his shoulder. He WISHED he could knead his stupid body back to normal on his own, but his arm refused to bend enough to let him reach the spot all the pain was flowing from.
He hated that he required Kakarot for this. He hated that Kakarot could make him feel so good.
But, now that he knew what it felt like to have his muscles soothed, a part of him kept craving it. The first few minutes after Kakarot had finished with his left arm were extraordinary, his body wanted to feel that all of the time.
“F—Fine, Kakarot…” Vegeta scowled. “Tch… I wish I didn’t have to lay down in the dirt for this…”
“But we were just knocking each other into the dirt for the past few hours,” Kakarot pointed out. “We’re both already covered in it.”
Vegeta sighed. That was different! He didn’t know how to explain it, but it just was! Still, he reluctantly laid himself down and waited for Kakarot to free him from the tight stabs ratcheting deeply within his shoulder.
Kakarot did, digging his fingers into Vegeta’s back and drawing hard circles. As he applied the pressure, Vegeta was already starting to feel better. Worn out from the fight, he almost thought he was going to fall asleep like he had the first time they’d done this, if it weren’t for the dirt getting caught in his throat, he might have.
Kakarot drug his knuckles down Vegeta’s back, making it go light and loose. Vegeta sighed despite his general discomfort with his surroundings. Why did Kakarot have to be so good at this? Vegeta knew for a fact nobody had ever TAUGHT Kakarot how to do it, but it was like he had some kind of invisible guideline telling him exactly where Vegeta was the most tense.
Goku continued for a while, working the big knot back out of Vegeta’s shoulder as well as a few smaller ones that had already formed in his back. Vegeta’s muscles got SO tight SO fast, it was actually really concerning. The level of stress Vegeta was constantly carrying couldn’t have been good or normal.
It was for this reason that Goku KEPT rubbing Vegeta’s back even after he’d stopped feeling any knots. Maybe if he continued for a while, he’d be able to keep the tension at bay longer.
Vegeta didn’t seem to mind the extra time…
Vegeta was the least patient person Goku had ever met, but now he was content to just lay there, still for several minutes.
“Is that better?” Goku asked after a bit. “How’s your arm?”
“It’s fine like always, Kakarot. That wasn’t necessary,” Vegeta huffed out, but the sharpness was gone from his voice.
Vegeta stood, and was jolted rudely by some VERY intense pangs inside of his bladder. Oh, come on! Why hadn’t he noticed that earlier?! It wasn’t supposed to be so sudden! His knees pressed themselves together before he could stop them.
Of course, Kakarot noticed. “Vegeta, it’s okay, don’t panic—“
“I’m not panicking, you idiot!” Vegeta snapped, trying to quell the aggravated thrumming of his heart. He MUST have been developing another of those awful infections, his bladder kept acting up!
“It’s normal,” Kakarot said. “Bulma told me that, um, when I massage you, it makes the water and stuff move through you, so then you’ve gotta—“
“Why didn’t you tell me that before?!” Vegeta demanded. “I wouldn’t have allowed you to do that to me if I knew it would—“
“It’s okay,” Kakarot assured him once more. “I’ll just take you home for a minute, same as always.” He reached for Vegeta’s shoulder.
“Wait, hold on Kakarot, that’s not going to wor—“
In a flash, they appeared in front of Bulma. That part WAS the same as always, just like Kakarot had said.
What WASN’T the same was their actual location, which happened to be a plane that Bulma was piloting.
So, when she jumped in surprise at their sudden appearance, the plane jerked and rolled a little, pulling Vegeta off balance and sloshing up his bladder fiercely, he stumbled, hands gripping his knees as he tried to fend off the awful pressure that slammed against his tip.
Goku took a few seconds to register what had happened. “Oh… Um… Whoops.”
“Goku, what the Hell?!” Bulma cried. “You almost made me crash! This had BETTER be really important!”
Goku looked back over at Vegeta, hunched over, twitching from head to toe, and still trying to re-settle his bladder. All of that work Goku had put into relaxing his muscles had definitely been undone now. “Um… I guess it’s kinda important… But—“
Bulma groaned, also looking in Vegeta’s direction. “Vegeta, I TOLD you this morning I wanted to check out the new stores on Amenbo Island, and my parents are at a convention. I TOLD you that if you had to… do THIS today, you wouldn’t be able to use any of our energy signals to get home. Weren’t you listening, or were you off in la-la land again thinking about your fight with—“
“I TRIED to tell this idiot!” Vegeta shouted, rising onto the tips of his toes as his bladder convulsed roughly. He gestured to Kakarot, using his LEFT arm which he could feel was definitely getting tight again already. “He didn’t let me finish!”
Goku looked down at his feet. “S—Sorry…” he mumbled. So, they were near Amenbo Island? That was further from West City than the desert they’d started in was! He’d brought Vegeta AWAY from relief, not closer to it! “I messed up…”
Bulma breathed in deeply, her forehead throbbing as a headache started to take hold. “Goku…”
“I’m sorry,” Goku said, then he repeated it when he saw the glare Vegeta was shooting him. The massage Goku had given to him earlier was meaningless now, Vegeta was crossing his arms, tensing his thighs, and if Goku looked closely enough he could see he was kind of vibrating. The embarrassed redness in his cheeks didn’t help, either. Goku could tell that all the knots he’d rubbed loose had retied themselves.
‘Great going,’ Goku thought. ‘I’m really bad at this…’
“I’m landing the plane in just a minute,” Bulma sighed. “You two can sort yourselves out then.”
Goku nodded, his brain in a mush as he tried to think of what else he could do. They were about to land in a city, which would be full of public restrooms that Vegeta couldn’t use, as well as crowds which always made Vegeta uncomfortable. Goku would have to take him SOMEWHERE else, but he just didn’t know where.
His OWN house seemed like the most obvious option. Even if Vegeta wasn’t able to use the bathroom there, he could manage to pee in the woods so long as Goku was keeping watch.
Once they had landed and gotten out of the plane, Goku actually took the time to remember where all of his family members currently were. Gohan was at school, so he couldn’t lock onto HIS energy. Chi-Chi and Goten were…
At the doctor…
Right…
That was part of why Goku had wanted to get out and spar today; His only OTHER option was going with them. Goku couldn’t stand watching his kids get needles. He couldn’t stand being in the same ROOM as a needle!
So, Goku couldn’t get Vegeta to HIS house right now, either.
Vegeta, meanwhile, was trying to stay close to Kakarot. Bulma had capsulized the plane and wandered off to peruse the shops, so there was nothing else Vegeta could stand near to hide his fidgeting from on-lookers. Nor could he STOP fidgeting. His bladder had refused to stop spasming ever since it had had the misfortune of being tossed around on the plane. There was a heavy, pulling sensation near his opening, and he kept rocking on his heels, fearful to move his legs too far apart from each other.
The streets and sidewalks were bustling… So many people able to see him… Able to notice that he was standing awkwardly, that he wouldn’t hold still. Surely, someone would guess correctly that he needed to relieve himself. They’d think he was pathetic, that he couldn’t hold it.
He could hold it… It just made his midsection ache to do so.
“Kakarot!” Vegeta hissed under his breath when he realized the fool was just STANDING there, staring off into space.
“S—Sorry!” Kakarot said, jumping. “I was just… I dunno where to take you,” he explained. “Chi-Chi and the others aren’t at the house right now, so I can’t bring you there…” His gaze drifted down towards Vegeta’s feet, which were in constant motion, like the sidewalk beneath him was giving him the most awful burns. Vegeta didn’t miss the way he winced. “Do you think you can fly home from here?”
“O—Of course I can, Kakarot!” Vegeta declared, placing his hands onto his hips and trying to ignore the insistent, angry throbs from his bladder, screaming at him that he most certainly could NOT do that right now.
He was on a fucking island. He would be stuck flying above tons and tons of ocean water for a while, forced to see and— even worse— listen to its flow. Amenbo Island was nowhere NEAR West City, even after he got back to the mainland, he’d have a LONG distance to travel with his bladder’s cargo getting more and more difficult to carry.
But, a long journey couldn’t be entirely devoid of… Of potential locations for relief, right?
Kakarot was talking to himself, thinking along similar lines. “Maybe he could do it in the ocean… He’s done that before, so— No… Lots of boats come through out this way… There’s gotta be some forests between here and the city… Or, maybe…”
“Shhh!” Vegeta growled out. “Not so loud! People are going to hear you!”
“Just… Just let me check one more thing,” Kakarot said.
“What?” Vegeta groaned.
“I’m PRETTY sure I can get you to Roshi’s place,” Kakarot explained.
Vegeta groaned even louder. That didn’t help! Even if Kakarot kept everyone outside of the house and distracted, Vegeta wouldn’t be able to urinate there. He could search that pervert’s bathroom from top to bottom and NOT find a camera, but he’d still just KNOW that one had to be hiding somewhere, evading him. Eighteen lived there, there was zero possibility that Roshi HADN’T set something up so that he could watch her bathe. “Kakarot, I’m not going to—“
“I know,” Kakarot said. “But, it’ll at least get you closer to home a bit faster.” He lowered his voice, but not nearly enough to keep Vegeta’s skin from bristling with humiliation. “Or, you could go in the ocean like last time.”
“… Fine,” Vegeta said, a fierce volt of pressure urging him to agree, and a cold spike of humiliation forcing him to elaborate; “So that I’ll be closer to home— I am NOT doing… that other thing again.” He would NOT. The other time had been… Out of his control. His bladder had already been pushed to its limit two times in a row, it was too worn out to do it a third time. This time, Vegeta didn’t have that excuse, so no matter HOW frantic the call of nature got, he wouldn’t be answering it in the ocean.
“Alright,” Kakarot said, taking his arm again.
Immediately, they were on the tiny island, and the splashy, sloshy lapping of water on the shore had Vegeta crossing his ankles and grinding his knees together. He HATED that sound! It was the worst thing in the world, it hypnotized his bladder, coaxed it into filling itself faster than it should have even been possible. He HATED it!
Bulma had once bought a ‘sleep sound’ machine, and one of the noises it made was a looped recording of ocean waves. Vegeta had viewed the device as some sort of diabolical threat at first, something the woman was going to hide somewhere, then use to torture him whenever he’d pissed her off. He’d been preparing to obliterate it when Bulma explained what it was actually for.
“What’s your problem, Vegeta?! I got this to help me sleep at night!” Bulma had shouted. “And, it was the last one at the store, so I’d appreciate it if you DIDN’T pointlessly blow it up!” She’d then switched the sound being played to a low, humming one, more like radio static, and Vegeta reluctantly lowered his hands.
“It’s to help you sleep…?” He’d repeated, confused. He supposed that maybe the SECOND sound could be used to block out the noises of the city, so IT could help a person sleep. But, the first one?! Who could sleep through the CONSTANT sound of running water?! Vegeta would just be a wriggling mess all night and NEVER get any rest.
“Yes?” Bulma nodded, just as confused by his reaction. “I guess you didn’t have anything like this in space?”
“… Never put it on that ocean sound,” Vegeta said. “I don’t like it.”
“Well… Okay…” Bulma said.
Now, Vegeta was getting yet another reminder of why he hated that terrible noise. And the sight of it… Moving in and out, all wet and… And flowing… And…
“Hey Goku, is Vegeta okay?”
When Vegeta heard that voice, he suddenly remembered that he and Kakarot weren’t alone here. He’d been so transfixed by the maddening, cruel ocean that everything else had slipped away. Such as the fact that he was standing there, shuddering with crossed legs, in front of Krillin, Roshi and Eighteen.
Vegeta forced his legs apart, heat burning inside his length, his opening seeming to twitch with the need to let it all go. He grimaced in discomfort as every threatening throb only ended with a sharp pinch of pain instead of a leak.
“Uh, yeah, Krillin,” Kakarot said. “He’s fine.”
“He’s really… Twitchy,” Krillin noted.
Vegeta scowled. He missed when he could make Krillin practically piss himself just by looking at him…
Stupid Krillin… Actually ABLE to piss when being looked at…
“Oh,” Kakarot said. “Well, uh… He’s just… Itchy!” He settled on. “Really, really itchy! ‘Cause, um… We were fighting, and I accidentally… Knocked him into lots of poison ivy. So, he’s trying REAL hard not to scratch and make it worse.”
“… Uh huh,” Krillin said.
Vegeta hoped Krillin was buying that. It was a decent excuse… Were it not for the fact that Vegeta’s whole body was always covered up. It would require a really sharp plant to get through his armor and give him a rash…
“I guess that explains why his face is so red,” Eighteen said.
Vegeta looked away, but then his gaze was drawn to the damned ocean again, his legs pinched inwards, dying to tangle together. He could feel the tides in his bladder rising and falling in rhythm with the water.
“And, I guess you came here for some kind of remedy?” Roshi gathered.
Dammit, that’s right, they hadn’t come up with a reason for their visit before coming here…
“… Yeah,” Kakarot said after a moment, casting Vegeta an apologetic glance, as if trying to assure him that this wouldn’t take very long.
“Alright,” Roshi said. “Krillin, come help me look.”
And then, Vegeta was alone outside with Eighteen, and he felt… Frustratingly, infuriatingly vulnerable. He didn’t associate with her that often. They’d fought one time before, and it was a battle Vegeta didn’t like to remember. He wasn’t close with her, nor did he want to be.
The feeling seemed to be mutual, thankfully.
Which was why he felt more on edge when he noticed that she was watching him. His feet were bouncing in the sand, and it was audible over the sound of the ocean. His knees kept pressing against each other, dying to cross. His abdomen was straining, and the force being exerted against his sphincters was brutal. He couldn’t hold still— He NEEDED to hold still. He couldn’t just… Carry on like this, fidgeting as someone watched.
Kakarot said he was itchy… She thought he was itchy… People squirmed when they were itchy… She couldn’t tell. She didn’t know.
But, then she came over to him. “Okay,” she said. “Out with it, what’s going on with you?”
“You heard Kakarot,” Vegeta said, not daring to look at her. He begged himself to stop bouncing, to stop trembling. He tried to pretend that he didn’t need to go that bad, but he couldn’t lie to himself. There was too much liquid in him, he couldn’t ignore it. He was constantly aware of the stretching in his bladder, the walls being pulled thinner and thinner.
“Yeah, and I didn’t believe him,” Eighteen said. “Everything on you is covered, except for your face. The poison ivy wouldn’t have been able to touch you.”
“… I had taken my shirt off to fight Kakarot,” Vegeta said, BEGGING himself to hold still. She was right beside him, and yet he was STILL bouncing.
“I doubt that,” Eighteen said. “You don’t do that. Why lie?”
“I— I’m not lying…” Vegeta insisted, a pang from his midsection furiously scolding him for his dishonesty. As if he could EVER admit to her that he was dying to pee… “I’m… I’m acting this way because… It’s like Kakarot said…”
“No. Be honest. Is this about your pissing thing?” Eighteen asked with a bored sigh.
Horror flooded through Vegeta’s veins, the fire straining in his bladder turned to ice. “M—My— Who told you about that?! I’ll annihilate them!”
“No one told me,” Eighteen shrugged. “I just had a feeling… And now you’ve confirmed it.”
“A… A ‘feeling?!’” Vegeta repeated, angrier now— But the rage was directed towards himself. He tried to remember all of his interactions with Eighteen, all the times he’d been near her, trying to think of what he might have done to cause her to figure this out on her own. He couldn’t, though.
He hadn’t needed to relieve himself during his fight against her, so he wouldn’t have been fidgeting or showing even the smallest hint of desperation. He HAD been desperate in her vicinity before, but he usually did a good job of getting away from people who weren’t his family or Kakarot before his discomfort got too obvious. He didn’t think he’d ever squirmed too blatantly in front of Eighteen, given her any clear indication that he needed to go, any reason for her to wonder why he didn’t just go off and pee.
Not until now, anyway; Sweating and bending at the knees as his waterlogged body screamed for release.
Had she overheard him demanding assistance from Kakarot? Was that it? But he always made sure that the statements he made to Kakarot when he needed to be brought home were too vague for anyone else to understand!
“The Hell do you mean a ‘feeling?!’”
“I just started to think something like that was going on with you after Cell absorbed me.”
Vegeta stared back at her, utterly confused. He’d DEFINITELY never told THAT creature about this. And, sure, he’d needed to go quite a bit by the end of the Cell Games, but everyone—especially Cell— had been a bit too distracted by other things to notice any fidgeting from Vegeta. “That makes absolutely no sense.”
Eighteen sighed again. “Cell was created using data taken from you and some of the others,” she stated monotonously. “Piccolo doesn’t have a bladder. Goku is completely shameless. Krillin has never had any trouble urinating… That left just you and Frieza.”
“Left… For what?! What are you talking about—“
“For where Cell inherited the shy bladder from,” Eighteen said, rolling her eyes.
Cell could piss? Where did it even come out? Maybe his tail, like Frieza? And, Vegeta’s data had caused him to be unable to relieve himself? Ha, well, Vegeta didn’t actually MIND that. He wished that he could curse ALL of his enemies with this stupid Problem. It would be glorious; Anyone pisses him off, and he’d be able to make THEM unable to piss at all!
Aside from the fact that Cell’s situation had given Eighteen some knowledge that Vegeta didn’t want her to have, he didn’t see much reason to get upset about it.
“And, after something Krillin said, I had a feeling it must have come from you.”
“Wait, what has he been saying?!”
“Something about when you met the first time,” Eighteen said. “Apparently, you all took a break from fighting for a few hours to wait for Goku? And, Krillin says you started fidgeting before running off and telling Nappa to kill anyone who tried to follow you?”
Vegeta had almost forgotten about that, considering everything else that had occurred that day. But, yes, after going so long without a piss— not to mention how much Nappa kept shaking the ground below Vegeta’s feet— he had needed to go an awful lot. So, he did leave and make it clear to everyone that following him would be a death sentence.
Then, he’d found a secluded spot in the wasteland and made sure his scouter couldn’t pick up on any nearby power levels before voiding his bladder. He hadn’t had any other choice; Everyone kept talking up how strong Kakarot was, so he didn’t want anything weighing him down once the fight started.
And, he’d ASSUMED no one had thought anything of it ever again!
But, Krillin had remembered that?!
How many other small things had his problem caused him to do that hadn’t escaped notice?
Vegeta glared at her; “S—So, what if… What if, hypothetically, I DID have this… Thing you’re speaking of?”
“Well, then I’d know why you’re crossing your legs so tightly that I’m shocked you haven’t snapped the bones.”
Vegeta turned away… Too quickly, and he was punished by another tyrannical throb in his abdomen, cracks trying to form in the delicate walls of his bladder. “You would dare to mock me?”
“I WOULD dare,” Eighteen said. “But, having experienced it myself when I was inside Cell, I figure you’re already in ENOUGH pain right now, and I won’t be able to add much to it.”
At least she wasn’t going to taunt him too badly. Which, again, made him feel weirdly glad that he’d forced Cell to develop this stupid thing. That had worked out alright for h—
The data was gathered by tiny cameras Gero had built to observe everyone…
And, if it had information pertaining to Vegeta’s inability to empty his bladder…
Then that meant…
“Wait, hold on— For Cell to have gotten this, Gero’s cameras must have been surveilling me everywhere?!” Vegeta exclaimed, cold terror washing over him. How much had it watched?! How many recordings of Vegeta trying and failing to force out his piss had existed?! Did any of them STILL exist?! And, what ELSE had the device seen?! “I’LL KILL HIM!”
“Gero is already dead,” Eighteen reminded him.
“Then go REVIVE him so that I can kill him again!” Vegeta barked. “I can’t believe I never noticed the fucking camera— I would have DESTROYED it if—“
“Hold on, you regret not being able to destroy the camera because it recorded you peeing, but NOT because it was used to create Cell?”
“At least Cell gave me a good fight,” Vegeta huffed. “He wasn’t as bad as—“
“He literally tried to end the world. You think someone recording you peeing is worse than the end of the world?”
“I do. Because it IS.” Vegeta was NOT being overly dramatic! It wasn’t just that the camera had recorded him urinating, it had also recorded him being UNABLE to urinate! Even if all of them were gone now, there had been a moment in time in which filmed evidence of Vegeta being utterly incapable of something had existed.
Unacceptable.
“Revive him,” Vegeta repeated. “Get the dragon balls, bring him back. I’m going to make him wish he’d never been born.”
Eighteen sighed. “… Alright, well, this has been an… Enlightening conversation, but I think now I’m just going to leave you to your little crisis.”
“Wait— Hold on!” Vegeta said.
“What now?”
“Uh, hypothetically, if I actually DID have issues with… Urination. A—And, this is completely hypothetical, I won’t say either way—“
“Vegeta.”
“… If you tell anyone about this, I’m going to—“
“I never told anyone about my suspicions,” Eighteen pointed out. “So, why would I do it now just because they’ve been confirmed?”
“Th—They haven’t been confirmed though. This is all hypothetical,” Vegeta reminded.
Eighteen entered the house a few seconds before Kakarot sprinted out of it, holding some kind of skin cream. He called over his shoulder; “Yeah, this is exactly what we need! Thanks guys!” He rushed to Vegeta’s side, softening his voice significantly; “I’m SO sorry about that, but now they don’t suspect a thing! C’mon!”
Kakarot took off into the sky. Vegeta followed, but it was like the gravity had suddenly increased, the heavy, tight feeling in his core made him flounder and thrash, and he only barely managed to stay afloat. “Haaa— Nnnh—!” Vegeta gritted his teeth, gnashing them together, his legs flailing out behind him and making it nearly impossible to fly in a straight line. His speed was suffering immensely as well, and Kakarot ended up getting far ahead of him.
Goku stopped when he realized Vegeta wasn’t beside him like he’d expected. He turned and watched his friend struggling, red-faced and sweating, legs rubbing and fighting so hard to move forwards.
He couldn’t make it home like this, could he?
Goku had a terrible sinking feeling in his gut. He should have told Vegeta about how getting a massage would make him need to go, then Vegeta could have explained that his family all weren’t at home today. Goku shouldn’t have assumed that, just because he could teleport, he could ALWAYS get Vegeta to the right place in time.
He’d only wanted to make Vegeta feel calm and relaxed… And, wow, he was SO terrible at doing that! He screwed it up every time, and always in a way that made Vegeta feel awful like this.
Vegeta caught up to him, and Goku couldn’t look away from his legs. Now that Vegeta had paused his flight, they were coiled together, his fists opening and closing urgently at his sides. Obviously, he wanted to actually squeeze onto something, but was pleading with himself not to give in.
“Vegeta, I know you said you don’t wanna do it in the water again,” Goku started. “But—“
“No.”
“But, we’re far enough out now, no one is gonna see. I don’t sense anyb—“
“No.”
“Come on, Vegeta… It felt good the last time, didn’t it?” Goku HAD to convince him somehow. Vegeta hadn’t yelped yet, so hopefully that meant his back hadn’t started hurting. If Vegeta got THAT bad off today, Goku would consider himself a total failure. And, the only way to prevent that was to get Vegeta empty NOW. “And, nothing bad happened.”
“It… It was disgraceful,” Vegeta said.
“No, it wasn’t. What’s the difference between doing it out here in the water, and doing it in the woods? You’re still peeing outside either way.”
Vegeta clenched his eyes shut, but the sound of the ocean below him was just as loud as ever. Or maybe that was the sound of his own liquids sloshing— That HAD to be louder! The noise was filling up his head, filling up his bladder. He hated it, he hated it, he hated it… And Kakarot was asking stupid questions, the answers should have been obvious!
“Well?” Kakarot prodded. “You don’t put up this much of a fight when you gotta do it behind a tree, so what’s—“
“Th—The idea that I… That I c—can’t make it h—home…” Vegeta mumbled. “O—Or even back t—to the mainland where there’s more cover… Th—That I… That I can’t control myself and w—would do this s—so openly…”
Kakarot frowned at him, his brows creasing. Of course the idiot couldn’t understand it…
“But, it’s NOT openly,” Kakarot said. “I just told you, I don’t sense anybody around here. It’s just us.”
“Nothing to… It’s just…” Vegeta stiffly waved his arms out at their surroundings, the vast sea melding with the sky. It was completely… Completely open.
“You didn’t need anything to go behind last time,” Kakarot pointed out. “Come on, buddy. You’ve done this before. It isn’t new, so—“
“A s—second time is twice as disgraceful.”
Goku sighed. Vegeta’s logic here made no sense to him. He understood his friend was embarrassed and viewed peeing in this area as an act of utter desperation… But, Vegeta WAS utterly desperate— That was obvious! “I’m not ever gonna TELL anyone, you KNOW that!”
“I do, but I’d know.”
Another sigh. “… Vegeta, I think I’ve got all my energy back! You wanna have another round?”
Vegeta shut his eyes, and his jaw clenched. “Kakarot, now is NOT the time for—“
“Oh, what’s the matter, Vegeta?” Goku grinned. “Scared I might knock ya outta the air?”
Despite himself, and the horrible, pounding throbs battering his bladder, Vegeta scoffed; “Of course n—not. I wouldn’t let y—“
“I dunno, Vegeta… I think I could smack ya right outta the sky and into the water,” Kakarot said. “I bet I can do it SO hard that you need a couple minutes to catch your breath.”
Vegeta wasn’t an idiot, and Kakarot wasn’t subtle. He knew what his rival was offering to him, offering it to him without acknowledging it. This could… Happen, and they could both pretend that it hadn’t until the end of time.
Kakarot was so good at this. Damn him.
So… Revolting, though…He’d technically be urinating in his clothes…
It would get washed away immediately… Just like how Kakarot’s piss evaporated if he let go while powering up. Kakarot never had anything… Left over on himself when he did that…
Vegeta would only have sea-water on himself, and he could even just dry THAT off with his chi right away if he wanted to.
“I—I’d like to see you try, Kakarot!” Vegeta declared. “G—Give it your best shot!” He tried to get into some kind of battle stance, if only to keep up the pretense, but his legs didn’t feel like untying themselves, and his arms were shuddering from all the tension he’d been holding in them.
Kakarot came at him and Vegeta… dodged and darted behind him, slamming him in the back. The other Saiyan obviously hadn’t been expecting Vegeta to do that, so he coughed and sputtered in shock for a few seconds.
Vegeta hadn’t been expecting himself to do that, either. He’d been TELLING himself to let Kakarot slap him down, but… His instincts kind of took over instead.
Kakarot flew over to him again, and this time Vegeta managed to restrain himself when the need to defeat Kakarot in this not-even-real battle tried to outweigh his need for relief. He allowed the hit, allowed himself to be knocked from his place in the sky and into the water.
The very… Icy… Cold… Freezing water…
“Told you I could get you!” Kakarot called. “At least the water should feel good, right? It’s hot out today, go ahead and relax for a second— I know you can do it!”
The encouragement wasn’t needed, however. The sudden shock of the frigid temperature was enough to make Vegeta’s bladder contract, and he only had to push into that for a few seconds to get himself to start emptying. The pain in his middle subsided, but the relief was short-lived as the water’s temperature increased dramatically and made it impossible for him to forget what he was doing— And on purpose!
It felt so weird, and disgusting… He was used to seeing and hearing his stream spray out— Being able to release his bladder silently may have been pleasing to him if it weren’t for how nauseating the rest of this was. And, why did this have to feel so good?! All the terseness in his lower abdomen was being untied, leaving him loose and free from the torment he’d been enduring.
Vegeta tried not to show any outward signs of what was happening. He refused to let himself sigh, refused to lower his shoulders, and bit the inside of his cheek to keep his expression blank. It felt idiotic, as Kakarot knew exactly what he was doing, but being obvious would make it too difficult for either of them to pretend that this hadn’t happened later.
And, of course it was taking forever… More and more kept leaking from him, and Kakarot was just… There…
“That’s good, Vegeta,” Kakarot said. “Stay in there and… Cool yourself off for a couple minutes.”
Vegeta shut his eyes so that he could try to ignore what he was doing, but the slow easing of the pressure in his body, together with the warmth around him, made that impossible. Instead, he tried to just force himself to finish faster.
Once that finally happened, and he felt drained, Vegeta swam around a little bit, trying to feel less like… Less like he was covered in his own bodily fluids…
He flew back out, quickly charging his chi to dry himself.
“Was that… Um… Refreshing?” Kakarot asked.
“Sh—Shut up…” Vegeta mumbled. “I want to go home.”
Kakarot scanned Vegeta’s body, and FINALLY Vegeta relaxed; Kakarot was checking to make sure that he’d actually urinated, which meant he must not have been obvious about it. “… When we get there, I’ll give you another massage, since the first one got kinda ruined.”
Vegeta surprised himself by not protesting.

The girl was needing to pee already very bad, but she decided to suppress her urge and to suffer instead to betray her “friends.” 
“We bring you back to your cell and give you the chance to call us before 6 pm to tell us the names of your colleagues, if you don’t, you get a chastity belt with  plugs in your two holes.” said one of the men.
“If you will  piss just a little bit before, then you get spanked on your naked ass and on your skinny thighs and you get made to drink the double amount of liquid what you pissed.” said another of the three guys.
”I have not peed since yesterday evening, my bladder will burst if you are doing that with me.” said the girl.
” You don’t have to be afraid about it, it will hurt you a lot, but your bladder will not burst. 
We already plugged girls up and made them hold for longer than two days and their bladders didn’t burst.” 
“To pee or not to pee, that is the question and you can decide it.” teased one man.
She did not talk and didn’t answer the questions.
They did bring her back to her cell and she started to think about how long she will be able to endure this torture, she remembered on her until now longes hold.
It was not so long ago, she was with 3 boys in a shopping mall and they got behold at  thieve.
They had to runaway but some of the securities were close behind them.
They could escape through a back door, there was a construction area with some containers.
They went in one of the containers and did stay there for more than a half an hour, until it was getting quite outside.
Suddenly they heard that the container was getting closed. They were afraid about it because they did know that they would be trapped inside for the night.
Especially was the girl worried because it was late evening and she had not weed since early morning and she was needing to go since hours.
She didn’t get a chance as so often. She was get used to hold it, but it would be impossible for her to hold a bladder full from the day all night long.
She asked the boys what she should do, but they simply said „ that you have to piss is not really our biggest problem at the moment. Squeeze your stinking cunt slit together and hold it. You are a gal and gals should be able to hold it!“
“Easy to say for you, you pissed three times during the day but i not even once.” replied the girl angry.
2 or 3 hours later said one of the boys that he would need to pee too.
It was not really dark in n the container, there was a barred window and there were lights outside.
At one corner they discovered a hole in the wall for ventilatory and the boy could use that for to piss outwards.
He stuck his penis out of the hole and pissed. The other two did that as well, just the girl couldn’t do that, she didn’t have a penis.
”That is not fair, i need to piss too, i am holding it all day long, my bladder is full to explode, i don’t no more know what to do.”wailed the girl.
”You can do nothing, you have a cunt between your thighs, you can’t piss here.
Make a knote in your legs and hold it, your legs are skinny enough that you are able to do that.” said one of the boys sarcastic and sadistic.
There were styrofoam boats inside, they did put it on the floor and used it for to sleep.
After midnight said the girl that she can’t bear up any longer and that it is getting too painful for her. She said that she will piss somewhere in the corner. She wanted already pull her panties down to squat, but the boys didn’t let her.
” You will not piss here inside, we don’t want to smell your stinky piss all night, you will hold it!! You are a big gal and old enough to hold it and stop to whimper, try to sleep.” said one of the boys.
The boys were turned on very much about the girls desperation and to see her press her hands between her naked thighs on her panties.
”Is it really that bad?” asked a boy. “It is more than bad, i need to piss worth than ever before in my entire life , my bladder is already big and hard as a bowling ball.” answered the girl and caressed her swollen belly.
”Let me show you your bladder!” said one boy and lifted her skirt up.
The boys were seeing her swollen bladder what was visible bulging out of her thin lower abdomen up to her belly button and from hipbone to hipbone.
They wanted to feel the firmness and hardness of her pissball and pressed and pushed on it. They did like to torture that poor girl and her so much overfilled bladder.
They wanted to see her tremble and to hear her moan from needing to piss so very, very bad.
One of the boys pressed very hard and very deep in the girls stomach, he squeezed and tortured her bladder very hard, but it was amazing what the girl was able to endure and how good she was trained to hold her urine back. She could keep her little panties still dry.
Early in the morning she wanted to squat again in the corner “ i can’t wait anymore, i have to piss now!!!! It is unbearable, i absolutely don’t care if it’s stinky or not.” she said.
But the boys didn’t let her still not squat, they didn’t let her do a so much needed piss!
The poor girl was sitting with knotted legs and one hand between her thighs pressed hard against her slit, where the pee wanted come out so bad and so urgently.
At about 8 in the morning they heard some noise outside and they heard guys talking and opening the door.
As soon as it was open they were running away. The girl could not run very fast with rubbing knees and one hand pressed between her thighs.
”Look at that gal, she is nearly pissing herself!” said one of the workers.
They could escape, because the guys didn’t run after them.
Not far away, was the girl squatting behind a bush and pissed like a cow.
The boys watched her with a boner in their shorts.
The girl was  sitting in her cell and remembered at that experience, it was the first time that she was holding her wee for longer than 24 hours.
But now she should go to sleep with her bladder full of 24 hours.
How can she endure that and what happens if the men play tomorrow the same game with her. “No talk no piss” ? she thought to herself and didn’t know what to do.