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    Resch reacted to V.A.I. in August and the Mystery Pair of Glasses   
    Thank you all for your comments! Here's chapter two—I hope you'll have as much enjoyment reading it as I did writing it. Enjoy!
     
    Chapter Two
     I was having a blast.
     The next day after Mireille gave me the glasses was unreal. It began in the morning, when I left to go to an early class and ran into our downstairs neighbor's daughter in the elevator, a cute blonde-haired girl carrying a briefcase on one hand and a cup of coffee on the other, dressed in a dark blue business suit with a light blue blouse, with an alarming seventy-seven percent on her lower abdomen. She was tapping her feet as she impatiently waited for the elevator to reach the ground floor, and dashed towards her car in a hurry with a quick good morning, which I kindly returned—trying not to stare at her abdomen too much, but enough to take a glance at the six hundred and fifty one milliliters she was holding.
     Must have skipped a much needed morning pee.
     In the bus, on the way to school, two friends sitting next to each other with one enthusiastically telling the other a story, while the other is barely even listening, and just keeps nodding and staring at the bus door with tightly crossed legs, rocking back and forth. Eighty percent. Seven hundred and two milliliters. The other one sat at a fifteen percent, one hundred and seven milliliters.
     On the way to class. The cleaning lady with a mop in her hand and a "cleaning in progress" sign in front of the bathroom door, pressing her thighs together and wincing each time she has to put the mop in the water bucket. Fifty nine percent. Four hundred and fourteen milliliters. Splash splash.
     The list kept going on and on.
     I wasn't even expecting to be able to focus on the class. All I could see in front of me was sloshing liquids inside bladders of various sizes and strengths; a three percent girl rushing late into the classroom having just relieved herself, apologizing to the teacher—always pee before an hour and a half long lecture. Various fifteen percents sitting comfortably in their chairs, a few forty to fifties who were just a tiny bit tense in their postures, two sixty plus girls sitting at the very front of the class, having clearly opted to skip a bathroom break to get the best seats, now presumably regretting it.
     But the real star of the show was standing in front of the whole class, right behind the lectern, rummaging in her notes while sipping a cup of latte waiting for the class to settle.
     Yes, the history teacher, Miss Amelia Lovelace. The only thing that could make a boring history class interesting. Not only through her enjoyable methods of teaching, but also her surprisingly nice personality that contrasted both the rest of the teachers in my college, and her overall appearance. When you first looked at Miss Lovelace, she was a vision of elegance and professionalism. Even from just a few steps, you could tell she carried her toned figure with grace. Today, that figure was dressed in a black blazer and a matching skirt that fell just above the knee, complemented with brown tights, comfortable but stylish black heels, and a pair of beautiful pearl earrings. She also wore a small silver wristwatch. Her hair was fashioned into a messy bun using a pen as a hairpin, giving her an effortlessly classy appeal. With a look on her face that may seem quite serious at first glance, combined with the way she dressed, she certainly could look like the type the students would be afraid to go near. But once you talked to her a few times, you would quickly figure out that was far from reality.
     A glance was all I needed. At sixty-eight percent, she was holding an impressive six hundred and fifty five milliliters.
     That was quite a number for a woman of her age, but going into an hour and a half lecture with a bladder full enough that it would definitely start to become a distraction, all the while mindlessly keeping on drinking?
     Eh, I will assume she was used to it thanks to her years of teaching long lectures and with breaks few and far between. She was an adult woman after all, she would have just went before class if she really had to.
     Normally, the history classes were two periods of fifty minutes each, with a ten minute break after each period. But Miss Lovelace usually preferred to combine both periods into a single hour and a half period, to let the students leave half an hour earlier than usual. This was agreed to by almost all the students, since that meant we would get a free half hour period before the next class starts. The students were free to leave and come back any time during the lecture—this was college after all, and Miss Lovelace was never bothered with it either. She herself wasn't prohibited from taking a break either, but I had never seen her do, as she likely believed it would disrupt the flow of the class.
     Miss Lovelace greeted the class, and began the lecture without wasting much time. It was a fairly standard one, about the living standards of 18th century royal class. Grand castles and palaces, elaborate and finely crafted grandiose dresses of queens and princesses, wide variety of foods and drinks, servants, fine art, rare items, possessions, you name it. The subject and the way it was taught was actually quite interesting (and I had an exam to pass a few weeks later), so after the first few minutes, I decided to switch the glasses off and got lost in the lecture.
     After quite some time, my ADHD brain was finally starting to lose its focus, and I found myself habitually checking my watch. Forty minutes gone already. At around the same time, Miss Lovelace stopped standing behind the lectern she was teaching from up until now, and continued while slowly pacing back and forth in front of the board, with her notes that she occasionally glanced at still in her hand. I couldn't help but notice she wasn't standing with her usual perfect posture that accentuated her figure, but was ever so slightly bent forward at the waist. Probably no one else noticed though.
     All of that also subsequently reminded me about the glasses—which I had somehow managed to forget about among the lecture— and what I saw through them in the beginning of the lecture when I glanced at Miss Lovelace. It had been forty one whole minutes since then, and I couldn't wait to see what had become of that sixty-eight percent. I quickly put the glasses back on and pressed the button.
     Miss Lovelace, who continued pacing back and forth in front of the whole class with a frequency increasing with each passing minute, was now at seventy-seven percent, slowly approaching quite dangerous levels of that red zone in the fullness meter, with a considerable seven hundred and thirty one milliliters inside her expanded bladder. And the cup of coffee from the beginning of the class must have been quickly making its way down too; the rate of increase was noticeably faster than the average person, almost three to four milliliters per minute. Considering the average adult female bladder can hold anything between about 450 to 700 milliliters when comfortably full, it was no surprise that she was starting to show the first signs of discomfort. Still, I was amazed at her ability no not only keep her composure, but also keep teaching without any signs of distraction. However, she did decide it was enough coffee to load into her poor bladder for now—as she, after picking up the cup out of habit to take another sip, paused momentarily before throwing the rest in the bin.
     First signs of obvious discomfort from Miss Lovelace appeared around a whopping hour and ten minutes after the class first began. In addition to her pacing getting faster and faster, she had to also stop every few steps, tightly—albeit still elegantly—cross one leg over the other and give her thighs a tight squeeze to regain composure, before getting back to pacing again. Apart from these sudden stops, she could not seem to be able to keep still anymore. Her ability to keep up the lecture was still very admirable, but the copious amounts of water and coffee she was holding was starting to be such a distraction that she was having trouble making sentences, and would sometimes pause for a second, trying to re-shift her focus to the notes in her hand.
     This kept going for a while until there was only fifteen minutes remaining until the end of the class, and with her bladder reaching now an absolutely critical level of ninety-two percent, Miss Lovelace finally decided to call it.
     "Alright everyone," she said to the class after an involuntary glance to the classroom door, with a noticeably shaky and worried voice uncharacteristic of a woman with her caliber of confidence. "That's it for today; you are free to leave after you write down the contents of the board. I will be here until the end of the period in case anyone has questions. See you next class."
     Some students got up to leave immediately, but most of them stayed to write down the last bit of info on the board. Miss Lovelace hurriedly walked behind the lectern and put her notes down, presumably with the intent of hiding almost all of her lower body behind it, so that her extreme efforts of holding in the nine hundred and fifteen milliliters of pee were out of sight of the forty students in class. She stood behind the lectern, now almost doubled over with her elbows on the table, pretending to silently glance at her notes—but of course, no amount of pretending would escape the glasses. Looking closer I could see a single bead of sweat making her way down her brow—from her efforts to keep her sphincter muscles tightly shut. All of that in addition to the cup of coffee that now fully in effect, dripping more and more urine into her already max capacity bladder.
     Her efforts of hiding her predicament were nothing less than formidable. Despite her increasing fullness, and I was sure a burning desire to reach down her skirt and firmly grab her crotch with both hands, she did no such thing. A woman of her status would never. All she did was constantly bob up and down with her thighs so tightly pressed together that they shivered in enormous effort. Though her body was mostly hidden from my line of sight, the glasses still showed the gauge and the number move up and down and to the sides along with her butt as she squirmed in place. She was extremely lucky no one got up to ask questions, because it was abundantly clear that the moment her attention diverted from keeping her peehole shut for just a second, all that pent up pee would burst its way out of her, flooding the classroom.
     With only three minutes left until the end of the class, with the meter hitting ninety eight percent and the amount held was just over a liter, something interesting happened. The amount of urine held, instead of the usual steady increase, dropped by exactly twenty three milliliters. There was only one explanation for it.
     Her poor tired sphincter muscles had relaxed for just a moment, leaking a small amount of the ocean inside her into her panties. Her body language also confirmed it, as she let out a small and barely audible gasp, with one of her hands on the table instinctively darting towards her crotch, putting pressure on her peehole over her skirt for a few seconds until she regained control.
     That was it. She must have realized she could not possibly last the remaining three minutes without completely losing control. She quickly gathered up all her notes and turned to the class, still hiding behind the pedestal.
     "Okay, that's it for today. Have a nice weekend, everyone."
     She did her best to put on a warm smile, but could only keep it up for a fraction of a second before grabbing her bag and darting out of the classroom.
     The other students packed up and started leaving too, and of course, I quickly packed up my own stuff and went after her, calmly walking a few meters behind. It was getting harder to keep up with her, since she was practically running towards the nearest staff restroom. It was truly unusual, seeing a woman who normally walked with the elegance and composure of a queen now frantically trying to make it to the bathroom before the nature's call became impossible to ignore.
     At ninety nine percent, right on the brink, another, this time a noticeably larger leak happened on the way. This time, it was over fifty milliliters, almost a full second of peeing—I could have sworn I even saw a drop running down her thigh, but that could be my over-excitement taking over. She stopped abruptly and looked around, the situation now an absolute emergency. To her luck, she spotted a student bathroom down the hall just a few meters away, and immediately ran inside.
     Sadly, at that point, the fun was over for me. The glasses required a direct line of sight, no matter how small, with the person to work. As she disappeared through the bathroom door, the gauge also disappeared with her.
     She came out almost ten minutes later, back to her calm and composed manner. She fixed her skirt down one last time and started casually walking away as the rythmical clicking of her heels were back to their regular pace. The only other thing I was able to catch among the hustle and bustle of the students on the corridor was a long, deep sigh of relief.
     I'm sure we both won't forget about today's class for a long time, Miss Lovelace.
     As I was thinking along the lines of 'well, what now..?', Mireille called me on the phone.
     "Having fun?" she asked implicitly.
     How did she—anyway, probably a shot in the dark. I decided not to deny this time.
     "Yeah, quite a bit actually. What's up?"
     "My class just ended, heading home now."
     "Cool... I've got a few more left..."
     "Cool..."
     She never struck me as the "awkward silence" type of person, but yet, here we were.
     "Hey, are you free after literature class tomorrow..?" She spoke first, as usual.
     "Yeah?"
     "Umm... There was a reason I gave you the glasses in the first place, you know..."
     "Ah, right. Okay, how do we umm... how do we do this?"
     "We can go to mine tomorrow—roommate's away for two days, we won't be interrupted."
     "Sounds good."
     Another brief silence ensued.
     "Well, see you then, August."
     "Wait, Mireille, one more thing..."
     "What is it?"
     "You really should think about adding a see-through-walls setting to these glasses," I chuckled half-jokingly.
     "No promises, but I'll see what I can do," she replied with a chuckle of her own. "Bye now."
    I could tell over the phone she had that sweet-awkward smile in her face again as I hung up. I knew, because I had a silly one myself as I walked towards the next class, eagerly looking forward to whatever else fate might have in store for me.
    End of Chapter Two
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    Resch reacted to huberp76 in Peter’s new girlfriend!   
    Peter get‘s horny about girls who are desperate to wee.
    Peter gets turned on so much if a girl is needing to wee very bad, but don’t go, or can’t go.
    It is arousing for Peter just to know that a girl did not wee for a long time and it’s arousing for him, to think and to imagine that the girl must already need to go bad and that her bladder must be full after such a long time.
    He like to imagine how much wee she is holding and how large her bladder must already be .
    He love it as well to have his own bladder full and he like the feeling of needing to pee.
    His bladder is strong and good trained, he can easily go all day without to pee.
    Once he had a date with a new girl, as always he wanted to test the girls pee habits and her holding ability, therefore he did not give her a good opportunity to go to the toilet and he did not go as well,  not animate her.
    They spent the day together and they were on the motorway on the way home.
    It was evening and both have not been at the toilet all day .
    He was needing to pee already pretty bad, but he did like it and he did like the imagination that the girls bladder must have been very full as well and that she must feel a strong need to wee too.
    His urge was very strong, but he would never had stopped for a piss, rather he would burst his own bladder, before he would give a girl give a chance for a much needed wee.
    She was sitting in the car beside him and he could see that she needing to wee, pretty bad as well. She was rubbing her knees, she pressed her thighs together, crossed her legs and did things what girls are doing when they need to wee, but she did not say anything about her need.
    Not till they had to stop on the motorway, because of an accident.
    ”Oh my god.” said the girl.
    Peter did know very well why she said that, but asked “is something wrong?”
    ”No, everything is alright, it’s just i need so very, very urgently to go the toilet. Sorry when i talk so openly about my bodily needs, but i need to go since many hours, i thought that i would be able to wait until at home.
    I have a good bladder control, i can usually hold it all day long, but maybe i did drink to much today.” answered the girl.
    Peter did make her to drink for purpose very much during the day, to make her desperate and he was successful. The girl was needing to wee very bad, she was desperate and he did like it and he did like that accident, what made them wait longer.
    ” I would need to go as well, very urgently, we have both not been at the toilet, not even once, but i think that we have to hold it.”said Peter,  joyful .
    ”I nearly do it in my panties, i hope we move very soon.” said the girl and pressed her hands between her thighs and bended forwards.
    Peter did like to see that, he did like to see her fight against her need and fight against to wet her panties.He did like to see her thighs naked to the top as well.
    ”Is it really that bad?” he asked lustvoll and thought about how full and how big her bladder would be and wished that they would stand for much on the motorway.
    Nowhere else you can watch a girl fight so so near and so close against her urge, than at the front seat of a car.
    ” It is more than bad!!” answered the girl and pressed both hands between crotch.
    They were already standing for one hour and the girl was getting more and more frantic.
    She had no more the opportunity to be shy, or to act like a good bereaved girl, her body and her bodily needs forced her to do what she did.
    She slipped her hand in her panties and pressed with one finger on her little hole, where her wee wanted to come out so unbelievable urgently.
    Peter loved to watch her and wanted to torture her a little bit more. He could not press on her bladder, how he would love to do it, therefore he did know her not good enough, but he could tease her on another way.
    ” My bladder is about to explode, all my abdomen hurts from needing to pee, is it okay for you if i pee in a bottle?”he asked her.
    ”My bladder is near to explode as well and my belly hurts too very much, but it is not less painful for me if you have to suffer with me. Pee in the bottle, you lucky boy. We girls get always get punished for to be girls.” she answered.
    Peter was needing to pee very bad, but he would have been able to hold it longer, much longer, but he wanted to torture the girl that way a little bit more.
    He opened the door, did get out and moved on the backseat.
    Then he took his penis out and pissed more than 1.000ml , loud and heavy in the bottle. 
    “You torture me very much to make me hear that, my bladder is full to burst, i would need to do that as well unbelievable bad .” said the girl.
    Peter was sitting again at the driver seat. They were standing for another half an hour,  the poor girl was groaning and moaning from needing to wee so unbearable bad and painful.
    She squeezed with both hands, her naked thighs very hard and Peter could not stop it to tease the girl.
    ”You poor must be full to burst, does it hurt you? How long can you hold it?  How much longer can you suppress it ?”asked Peter full of lust.
    He wanted to hear how bad she is needing to go, how much it already hurts her. He wanted to see her fight in agony much longer, but 20 minutes later they were ready to go.
    He had to promise her to stop at the first parking lot. 
    She was sitting with on hand in her panties and one finger on her peehole.
    He wanted to pass the parking lot, but she did not let him, she nearly forced him to stop and he could not do anything other than to leave the motorway.
    The car was not even standing still, opened the girl the door, pulled her panties down and pissed beside the car with full power. It was bursting out of her, between her naked thighs, with high pressure.
    She was not the only one, there were a lot of girls squatting and a lot of boys who pissed against a tree, at the first parking lot. There were a lot of bursting full bladders, after that accident. 
    They were both very horny about all that, Peter did drive to a dark corner of the parking lot and they fucked in the car like crazy.
    That says, that an overfilled bladder can not just hurt, it can make horny as well!!
     
     
     
     
     
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    Resch reacted to V.A.I. in August and the Mystery Pair of Glasses   
    Hi everyone! I've finally managed to gather up enough motivation to write again, and decided I'd do a little series. I got the main idea from a piece of artwork by Aoi Kurage that I really like and tried to adapt it to my own style. The first chapter doesn't have a whole lot of action going on, but there will be plenty later on (If I can actually find the motivation to write the rest haha). But for now, enjoy and let me know what you think!
    Chapter One
     
     Hi, my name's August; a 20 year-old college student whose boring life has taken a turn with a strange device I recently got my hands on. Here's how it all began.
     I normally don't wear glasses. My eyesight is, and has always been, absolutely perfect. Call it genetics, or believe the common myth about carrots improving eyesight or something else. But since about a week ago, I started wearing a pair of glasses. They're fairly generic looking; simple rectangular plastic frames, medium size, dark blue color. They don't alter my eyesight at all; their primary purpose seems to be to filter out harmful wavelengths of light from things like computer screens. However, they make you see everything in a very slight yellowish tone; since they're meant to filter out the blue light. Other than that, they look nothing special.
     But they are.
     Let's rewind the clocks by one week. I was sitting by myself having lunch on the school cafeteria as usual, when I saw a girl walk past me with quick steps, almost to the point of running. My attention inadvertently diverted towards her, as I noticed her walking with her thighs somewhat tightly pressed. She hastily walked towards the ladies' room on the other side of the cafeteria and stopped by the door. She did a small, barely noticeable bob up and down while she opened the door, and disappeared into the bathroom with the same urgency in her steps.
     That little scene had piqued my interest quite a bit. So much so, in fact, that I must have zoned out for a moment, as I caught myself staring blankly after the girl for at least a few seconds.
     "I saw that."
     I suddenly snapped out of it when a different girl stopped by my table with those words, almost as if she had appeared from thin air. Her long hair inadvertently brushing up against my back was the first thing I had noticed. I turned my head to the side to take a better look.
     In front of me stood a girl with a rather unique appearance. She seemed to be around my age, maybe plus or minus a year. Even with me sitting and her standing, she stood only slightly taller than me—though that could have been because she was somewhat leaning over towards me as well. She had on her face a smile that, if I'm being honest, looked a bit awkward—yet still quite sweet, actually. Her figure was very very skinny, and her skin looked pale, though combined with the contrast of her long, straight dark hair that was partially dyed a dark shade of purple towards the tips, suited her exceptionally well. She was dressed in a rather original way; a small, not overly pretentious black choker, a pair of small skull-shaped earrings, a silver chain belt around her waist that surrounded an above-the knee black skirt, black and purple thigh-highs, a tight-fitting purple top with some black on it, all complete with a black denim-ish jacket with the sleeves folded up.
     "Can I sit here?" She asked while I wasn't quite yet finished looking at her outfit and started figuring out if I knew her from somewhere; maybe we had a class or two together?
     "Uh... sure, go ahead." I replied. She walked around the table and sat across me, continuing to make eye contact for a few more seconds.
     As I was about to say something along the lines of 'can I help you'?, she spoke first.
     "I saw that."
     "I'm sorry, do I know you?"
     "Probably not, we've got a few classes together, but we've never met. I'm Mireille."
     She extended her right hand forward for a handshake. Her wrist and fingers were as slim and delicate as the rest of her figure.
     I was still confused by and very slightly annoyed at her directness, but hey, we could always use a little more social interaction, right? Why not.
     "Nice to meet you, my name's August." I replied, shaking her hand.
     "I saw how you looked at that girl."
     The girl certainly did not waste any time, huh. My first reaction as a guy that was caught staring was, of course, to play dumb.
     "Umm... what girl?"
     Mireille stayed silent and kept making direct eye contact with the same sweet-awkward smile on her face, as if to say 'just admit it'. I'm generally a fairly forthcoming person when it comes to these things, so I didn't push much further.
     "Okay, she was cute, I suppose," I replied. Technically, I wasn't lying.
     "Excuse me, but why are you asking?" I added with slight annoyance in my voice.
     "She went to the bathroom."
     "Okay, and?"
     "She seemed in a hurry, too."
     "Yeah?"
     "Bet she had to pee."
     "I'm sorry, what are you getting at?"
     "Could it maaaaybe be that that got your interest?"
     Mireille leaned slightly more forward with each question, until her face was all the way to about halfway to the middle of the table. After each sentence, while waiting for my answer, that same sweet-awkward smile would be on her face. I did not answer the last one, as, frankly, I had absolutely no idea how to.
     After what felt like an eternity of silent eye contact where I was still contemplating how to answer to any of that, or whether I should just call her a weirdo and leave, she spoke again.
     "I'm going to give you something—a present, but you HAVE to promise you won't show it to anyone, or freak out, okay?"
     At this point, I would take anything to change the subject.
     "What is it?"
     Mireille rummaged in her bag for a few seconds, before taking out a rectangular plastic box. She opened it and handed the contents to me.
     It was a pair of ordinary-looking glasses—the ones I was describing before—with simple rectangle frames, slightly yellow-ish lenses, dark blue color. The only unusual things about them were two very small buttons on the right side of the pair, right behind the small screws that connected the lenses to the temple. At first glance, they looked like they were there for purely cosmetic purposes, however.
     "Thanks, but I don't really wear glasses." I let out a small awkward laugh.
     "Look towards the line at the cafeteria register. Put the glasses on. Try not to freak out. Act natural, okay?"
     She seemed excited. I noticed as I hesitantly grabbed the glasses that the lenses of the pair she was wearing also had the same yellowish color as the ones she handed to me, only with a different frame—hers were larger, round and more feminine.
     I looked at her with questioning eyes for a few seconds, and put the glasses on.
     She was right. It took all my willpower simply not to gasp. I was not sure what I was seeing was some form of advanced science, or straight up magic, but it sure as hell wasn't normal.
     The cafeteria line had a total of seven people. Four female, three male. The latter three looked completely normal; however, the four girls had something unusual appear on their lower abdomen.
     I could see what I quickly identified to be their bladders through their clothes and skin—not as a perfectly anatomically correct X-ray, but more as a simplified version, while still staying relatively accurate, with the contents of the bladder also visible. Not only that, but also on the side of their body, there was a gauge that I quickly identified was showing the fullness level of their bladder, from zero to one hundred percent, and a number that showed how much liquid they were holding.
     I kept looking around in awe with the glasses on, as all the girls I saw through the lenses had the same effect, with various levels of fullness. For most of them, the number on the meter was around ten to twenty percent, which I assumed must have been a fairly comfortable level. A pair of girls sitting two tables to the left of ours had forty and fifty percent on theirs, with both of them sitting with crossed legs. One girl in the cafeteria line even had eighty percent; she was standing in line with her hips occasionally swaying from side to side, but still sipping on the large plastic cup of coffee in her hand. Looking around, I noticed the door to the ladies' restroom open, and the girl that desperately dashed in there a few minutes ago came out, looking noticeably relieved. The glasses confirmed it, showing a nice and comfortable six percent.
     I was way too into this. For a few minutes, I had even forgotten where I was, or where I had gotten the glasses from, or who was sitting across me. I just kept looking around, matching people's fullness levels with the subtle cues from their body language; a leg cross on a fifty-five percent girl sitting by herself a few tables away, another one in a group of five girls excusing herself to go to the toilet as her meter hit an uncomfortable sixty-five, yet another girl rushing through the crowd towards the ladies' room with small and urgent steps with an alarming ninety-one percent.
     "Enjoying yourself?" Mireille once again snapped me out of it. "There's a few more things you might wanna know."
     She reached her hand and pressed one of the buttons on the side of the glasses.
    "That's the on/off button, useful if you need to lend the glasses to someone, or just take a break. Take a look again."
    The bladder gauges had now completely disappeared.
     "What about the other button?" I asked.
     "Oh, that one's the gender filter; in case you wanna see guys too, or both at the same time."
     "Sweet." I replied, getting ready to turn the glasses back on again. "But where did you get these? And more importantly, why are you giving them to me?"
     "Good questions," Mireille thought for a second. "I guess you could call me some sort of an inventor... I made these glasses myself."
     "How?"
     "I'm afraid that's a secret for now," she smiled playfully and winked. "But I can tell you why."
     "Go on," I was getting curious.
    "These glasses... No matter what I do, they won't work on the user themselves," Her shoulders fell. "Try it. reverse the gender filter and look below at your own tummy."
     I did, and indeed, they did not show anything. "So, if I understand correctly, you are looking for someone to use these glasses on you?"
     "Precisely."
     "But again, why?"
     "That's a little more complicated and umm... slightly embarrassing..." Mireille averted her gaze, but was still smiling. "You see, I'm a girl with a small frame, and umm... I think it's best if you took a look yourself."
     She stood up and pointed at the glasses I was wearing. I flipped the gender filter back to female and looked at her lower abdomen.
     "It is... ninety-five percent and you're only holding three hundred and seventy milliliters?"
     "This is fairly close to my maximum capacity and... as you can see..." She blushed as she quickly sat down and crossed her legs tightly. "I'm really struggling right now..."
     "So you wanted to learn how much you could potentially hold?"
     "Yes, but not only that..." Mireille shuffled in her seat, pausing for a moment to regain her composure. "...but I need your help to help me hold more."
     "How?"
     "In exchange for the ownership and free use of these glasses, I would like you to occasionally observe me as I hold my pee and record data such as my capacity and fullness, hopefully longer and longer every try. Think of it as training."
    Mireille paused and glanced at the bathroom door. She bit her lower lip momentarily, before she smiled and continued. " What do you say?"
     I still couldn't believe this whole exchange wasn't a weird dream, but hey, what did I have to lose? I'd get to use the glasses whenever I wanted to, and helping her sounded quite fun as well.
     "Okay, I'll do it."
     "Great," Mireille replied almost right away. She hastily handed me the plastic case for the glasses, along with a piece of paper, and slowly and steadily stood up. Her left hand instinctively darted towards her crotch for a split second, but she managed to stop it at her inner thigh, gripping tightly. A quick glance with the glasses showed her at ninety-eight percent, at about three hundred and ninety milliliters.
    "Here's my phone number, we will have to discuss the details some other time, because really don't think I can hold it much longer..."
    "I can see that," I replied with a chuckle. "Nice to meet you, Mireille."
     Mireille could not answer, as she had already made her way towards the ladies' room—she could only smile at me for a second, before dashing towards the restroom door. Right before she entered, I could have sworn I saw the meter hit one hundred percent.
     First thing I did after that, with a stupid smirk on my face, was pinch myself really hard a few times to make really sure this wasn't a dream, because it certainly still felt like one. I took a deep sigh, took the glasses off, and placed them in the case. That was enough fun for the day; there would be plenty more opportunities to use my new toy in the upcoming days...
     
    End of Chapter One
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    Resch reacted to huberp76 in The evil Policeman!   
    „I don’t know if i can bear up until noon. I need to piss so unbearable urgently. I am needing to go since midnight when i have been in the bus .
    I always need to piss very bad when we arrive in the city after holding it all night but this time it was especially bad, therefore i went behind the bushes, but now it is so many hours later and i still have not pissed.
    I can not ensure that i can endure it until noon.“ said the country girl.
    “ What  silly things do you talk, you can not ensure that you can endure it, you simply have to endure it, you have no other way!
    I don’t want to have a disadvantage because of you!!
    If you make them angry, or if you piss yourself, i am sure that we will get both punished for that, either they will not let us to the toilet for hours longer, or maybe they will torture our bladders, or the worst they plug us up.
    My urge is already painful enough, i don’t want suffer more and longer than necessary because of you. Stop whining now and hold it, you are old enough to hold it and to control your silly bladder!” replied the city girl angry.
    “ But why i am arrested, why does they make me suffer so bad?  Why don’t they let me piss?
    I did nothing wrong, i just wanted to piss in the bushes, because i was needing it so badly.
    That is nothing bad and nothing wrong, every girls need to piss and every girl will wet themselves if she gets not allowed to go to the toilet.
    Why are this guy’s so bad and don’t let us go to the loo, for a much needed wee?“ asked the country girl.
    “ That is as well very simple, because they are sadists, they like torture us girls and our young bodies, they gets horny if they see us suffer.
    Some guy’s get satisfied if they spank a girl, or if they cane a girls butt, or her thighs and others like to torture a girls bladder and don’t let her piss.
    If a girl was getting caned, you can see wales on her skin, everybody can see that she had to endure strong pains, but our bladder pain will see nobody, there are no signs, but our pain is strong as well.
    Peeholdingtorture is a good opportunity for the guy’s to torture us girls, they have to do nothing, we get tortured from our own body and from our bodies needs, if they don’t let us piss.
    You said it before, every girl is needing to wee sooner or later and every girl will piss herself if you don’t let her go to the toilet, or to permit her to squat and they know that very well.
    They know very well , that it is painful for us not to piss for so long and that our bladders hurt us very bad, but exactly that is it what they want.
    They know very well that we will and that we have to wet our panties if they don’t let us  to the toilet long enough, or if they press our bursting full bladder hard enough, but it makes them horny to make us suppress our bodily needs and to see us suffer.
    There is another thing, you are pretty young, but i think that you got already fucked from some boys!?
    I think you know very well that men always want to fuck a girl and our piss is coming out right there where the boys want to push their penis inside of us girls, our peehole is exactly in our fuckslit.
    If we press our hands between our thighs, from needing to pee so bad, they get turned on and horny.” answered the city girl.
    “Oh my god, why can men be so bad and so evil? Why can they get aroused if we have to suffer so bad?”  
    Have you ever been arrested before? Did you ever get plugged up?” wanted the country girl know.
    ”And yes, i got fucked from some boys in our village.”continued the girl.
     
     
     
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    Resch reacted to Mbgpeelover in The thing about Ellen and Daniel   
    Daniel can’t take his eyes off Ellen
     
    Watching as Ellen rushed towards the exit of the ship Daniel stared at the back of her body thinking thoughts he probably shouldn’t have in public. Just knowing she was clearly needing to pee but under time pressure to get to a school in time to pick up children he wondered if she’d risk being late and use the ladies by the main lifts on the way out or head straight to the school and hold on. The not knowing which she’d choose intrigued him greatly but more than that it turned him on, especially thinking of Ellen doing the latter of his thoughts.
     
    No longer able to see her he distracted his mind and body by getting back to work, double checking everything that Keith had agreed to do to make sure it was done after the fiasco with the food bank and starter kits. Making numerous phone calls and sending emails all over the place Daniel started to realise that his earlier coffee had clearly reached his bladder and added to the numerous other drinks he’d had that day. He wasn’t bursting yet but there was a desire there, nothing he couldn’t ignore for now though, just as he always did at work. 
     
    In the middle of yet another phone call, this time to Dundee city’s health and social care partnership, Daniel heard Ellen and the girls before he saw them. Trying to stay focussed on his call while he heard voices approaching singing the days of the week in French he looked up smiling as Ellen walked towards him. Pointing to his mobile to alert her to the fact he was on a call he was grateful that Ellen understood and quietened the girls singing down to a whisper. Giving Ellen a thumbs up he couldn’t help but notice that she appeared restless and bouncy as his thoughts immediately turned back to the fact it appeared she still hadn’t had time to pee yet. Continuing the important conversation he watched as Ellen escorted the girls towards the canteen, presumably getting them both a snack and a drink. 
     
    With the call ended he shut down his laptop lid and went to find Ellen. Heading towards the large canteen area he looked all around in the hope of seeing either of the young girls or his girlfriend. Finally seeing them he walked over towards them seeing Ellen placing a tray on a table with the two children sitting down ready beside each other. Watching from behind as Ellen placed the tray down he couldn’t help but ogle at her large attractive bottom which seemed to be wriggling from side to side as her legs bounced around madly. Catching up to her he tapped Ellen lightly on the shoulder causing her to startle and move around even more frantically. 
     
    “Hey! It’s nice to see you back. Was that French I could hear you all signing there? Let me guess…was it the colours of the rainbow?” 
     
    Winking at Ellen Daniel heard the girls giggle as Katya corrected him, boldly informing him it was the days of the week and that they’d sung it in assembly. About to ask the girls more about school Daniel felt Ellen grab his arm in hers as she leaned closer to him to say something quietly. 
     
    “Any chance you could watch the girls for me for a minute? I really need the loo.” 
     
    Checking the girls weren’t watching Daniel moved his hand to Ellen’s bottom giving it a little squeeze, feeling himself more and more attracted to Ellen by the minute. 
     
    “I really need to deal with something urgently and I’m waiting on an important call back…that was Jarrod at the Dundee health and social care partnership I was talking to when you came in. He’s been working with Keith Bryan for a few years now. He didn’t seem all that shocked that the food bank and starter goods charities hadn’t been told about the early arrivals. He has a list of charities and organisations he suspects Keith will have been working with so he’s making a few calls and getting back to me any minute. It all needs sorted before close of business today Ellen. I can’t have anyone moving tomorrow if things aren’t all in place.” 
     
    Biting her lip and looking anxious Ellen’s eyes met Daniel’s as he predicted exactly what she would say. 
     
    “I know and I understand. I really do. Unfortunately this is rather urgent now too and I will only be a few minutes. Girls, you’ll be ok here for a couple of minutes won’t you? I promise I’ll be right back.” 
     
    “Where are you going Ellen? Is it about my mum? I don’t want you to go!” 
     
    Watching curiously as Ellen bent down to Mykhaila’s level, leaning on the table with her legs tightly crossed, Daniel felt his penis growing as he listened to Ellen’s reply. 
     
    “I promise I’ll be right back. It’s not about your mum sweetheart. I just need to nip to the toilet that’s all.” 
     
    Expecting Ellen to rush away Daniel couldn’t believe it when Katya fidgeted in the seat and looked right at Ellen. 
     
    “Oh I need to pee too! Can I come with you? Please!” 
     
    “I don’t want to stay on my own.” 
     
    “Come on girls. Let’s all go then. We can come back and finish our snacks afterwards.” 
     
    Having admitted her need Daniel was convinced that Ellen was fidgeting and squirming even more obviously now as he thought back to over half an hour ago when Ellen mentioned she first had to go. Since then she’d had to drive to a school, wait and pick up both girls, drive them back, get them snacks and now wait on them sliding out their seats so that they could come with her to the toilet. Just thinking how desperate his girlfriend must be he couldn’t take his eyes off her as her every wiggle and movement entranced him and aroused him greatly. Realising he’d better head back to his desk to hide what was going on in his trousers he couldn’t help but overhear Katya as the three females headed in the direction of the lifts. 
     
    “Mummy said I shouldn’t use the toilets at the lifts. I don’t like those ones Ellen. The hand dryers scare me. I want to use the one in my room with mummy. She told me that hand dryer is switched off so I don’t t need to be scared.” 
     
    “Your mum is at work though Katya. She’s not going to be back for over an hour honey. It will be ok. The hand dryers don’t hurt you. Do the toilets at school not have hand dryers? Surely you use those ok?” 
     
    Following from a safe distance because he just had to know what Ellen planned to do Daniel recognised Mykhaila’s voice as she defended her friend. 
     
    “We have paper towels at school.” 
     
    “You must have used other toilets with hand dryers though? Can you cover your ears maybe?” 
     
    Pretending he was on his phone Daniel kept out of sight as he watched Katya stop dead making Ellen stop and turn to look at her. 
     
    “I want to wait for my mum getting back.” 
     
    “ I thought you needed to go?” 
     
    “I’ll just hold it in.” 
     
    Sounding more frustrated than he’d ever recalled hearing her Daniel listened and watched as Ellen bent forward slipping a hand between her leg. 
     
    “Ok. Can you wait here with Mykhaila then for a minute? I can’t wait until your mum comes back unfortunately. I’m desperate.” 
     
    Not waiting for a reply from the girl Ellen turned to hurry to the lifts and the ladies loos when Daniel watched Mykhaila run up to her and stop right in front of her. 
     
    “Why don’t we go to my cabin? My mum gave me a key and then Katya can go too. They’ll be no one there to put the hand dryer on then.” 
     
    “Ok. But we need to go right away. Where’s the key to your cabin?” 
     
    “It’s in my bag. You left the bags at the table. Will I go get them?” 
     
    “Yes! Go quick! Get Katya to help you too. I’ll wait at the doors of the canteen. You definitely have a key though don’t you?” 
     
    The girl nodded as Daniel hastily returned to his desk aware that he could see the entrance to the canteen from where he sat. Anxious not to be seen by either of the girls he flipped his laptop open as he saw the girls walking towards the canteen as Ellen wiggled and waddled behind them obviously struggling with the added extra wait. Slipping a hand under his desk to hide his erection Daniel let his mind run away with him as he thought about Ellen’s knickers wondering if she had perhaps leaked yet and thinking how wet and throbbing her vagina must be with her bladder urgently screaming for release. 
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    Resch reacted to holdinginpee in Girl of Steel, Bladder of...?   
    Kara Danvers had a secret.
    Well, actually, she had a few. Who didn’t have secrets? Everybody had something they weren’t going to admit to - maybe they’d snuck out of the house when they were a teenager, or impulse-bought something way too expensive, or stolen one of their sister’s good shirts and never given it back. As a few totally hypothetical examples.
    But none of those were the big secret. Besides, Kara was pretty sure Alex already knew all of those without ever being told.
    A lot fewer people could say they spent their time as a caped superhero, flying around the city to blow out fires, help cats out of trees, and save civilians from dangerous aliens. In fact, there was only one other person on the planet who fit that description, and he just so happened to be Kara’s cousin.
    That wasn’t the big secret either. Alex knew, and so did Director Henshaw, and a handful of other agents at the DEO, and obviously Eliza and Kal, and Winn too, for good measure. Heck, her secret identity was actually less secret than a lot of the little stuff.
    It was related to the big one, though.
    When Kara had first landed on Earth, she had no idea what the light of its sun would do to her. No idea that as she soaked in the energy over the following days she would become impossibly strong, blindingly fast, able to see through walls and hear for miles and shoot lasers and breathe ice and fly. Not until a stranger wearing the symbol of her house found her and explained it to her in an alien tongue.
    If she had known, she probably would have guessed without needing to be told that those extraordinary powers would come with their own hardships. Her new senses were far more than her brain was accustomed to, leaving her with crushing migraines, not to mention the awkwardness of seeing people around her suddenly naked and the visceral unpleasantness of layers of flesh peeling away into invisibility. Her strength and speed, suddenly so much greater, needed to be brought under control; it took weeks before she could so much as touch her new family, terrified that a single twitch might break them to pieces.
    There was, though, one problem with her powers that she wouldn’t have anticipated, one for which Kal did not prepare her. So it came as a complete surprise to her when, in the morning of her fourth day with the Danverses, she suddenly felt something hot and wet spreading out down her legs. Whatever noise she’d made had drawn Alex’s attention, making her look up from her book, and then her scowl wrinkled up in disgust. “Ew, gross,” she’d said. “Did you seriously just piss yourself?”
    Urge incontinence, she’d learned it was called; she’d known of a similar condition on Krypton, but her pod’s linguistics packets had prioritized getting her conversant in every language over complete fluency in any one. She also learned that it was perfectly natural, and normal, and nothing at all to be ashamed of.
    To a teenage girl who had never previously considered that a failure of the body could be something to be ashamed of, Eliza’s reassurance merely reinforced Alex’s scorn to tell her that she definitely should be.
    Kal hadn’t warned her because he’d never had this problem, apparently. Eliza and Jeremiah had a number of theories as to what might have made the difference, from Kal’s more gradual sunlight absorption to Kara simply being a little bit more susceptible to it, unnoticeable under normal circumstances. Either way, it was just another thing she had to deal with that nobody else around her did; another thing marking her as weird, outsider, alien. As soon as she felt even the slightest urge to use the bathroom, the Super-sensitive nerves in her bladder would simply take over and void everything, whether she wanted to or not.
    Diapers, Kara had learned, were also nothing to be ashamed of. Alex and, when they inevitably found out, the other students at Midvale High School did not share Eliza’s opinion.
    The unofficial, understood-but-unspoken cover story was that Kara, the new girl who avoided touch and didn’t talk to people, who flinched from sounds nobody else could hear and had bags under her eyes because everything was too loud to sleep, who wore diapers so she wouldn’t wet herself, was traumatized by whatever mysterious fate had left her with neither home nor family. It was probably more than a little true, even. And while some students had the decency to not make fun of her for that, others… did not.
    None of that was the big secret either. It wouldn’t be much of a secret, considering the better part of the entire student body knew.
    The big secret was something only Kara knew; not a single other person on Earth, nor any other planet. As far as Alex knew, or Eliza, or Kal, or the Midvale High student body, Kara had gotten over her continence issues, escaping the shame of diaper-wearing by finally gaining control of her bladder.
    The big secret was that that was only half true.
    Perched on a roof’s edge on one of National City’s tallest buildings amidst the sound of the city, Kara watched the setting sun. That high up, everything felt like it was held at arm’s length; not so far away that it could reach only her super-senses, nor in the midst of all the hustle and bustle, but a liminal space in between.
    It was peaceful, being up that high. Relaxing.
    For the most part.
    Her hearing spanned the length and width of the city, a cacophony of mingled sounds pouring through the part of her mind that processed the senses coming from beyond her body. Most of it passed beneath her conscious attention, her focus on listening for crimes, accidents, or anything else that would benefit from her involvement. You had to learn to filter it, with senses like hers; otherwise you ended up hearing people’s secrets, embarrassing moments, sinks pouring, intimate… activities, water rushing, interpersonal drama, private conversations-
    “Hey, hang on, I need to head to the bathroom before we go, I’ve been holding it for like two hours.”
    “Yeah, no problem. You know what, I’ll go with you, I kind of have to-”
    The urinals in the men’s room chose that moment to flush, water splashing in the bowls and gurgling through the pipes-
    Kara grimaced, shaking her head a little to try and drag her focus back; her hand went to her stomach, rubbing gently to ease her discomfort. Two hours, she thought to herself. Rao, I wish.
    People often wondered how Kara - Kara Danvers, CatCo Employee - could handle her job. Cat Grant was a busy and demanding woman, and her demands kept her assistant just as busy - more so, in some ways, though Kara would never have said Cat had it easier. Of course, it helped to have powers to lighten the load (even if she couldn’t use them openly), but at the end of the day, there was only so much one person could do. More than a few times, she’d been asked - by coworkers, clients, guests, Ms. Grant’s condescending peers, and more - “How do you do it?”, and once or twice she’d even overheard someone wondering, “When does she even have time to go to the bathroom?”
    The former question, and others like it, she would simply laugh off and give a canned response - It’s not easy, but nothing important is, or something to that effect. The latter, though, she’d never answered; in part because Kara Danvers, CatCo Human wouldn’t have been able to hear it, in part because a lot of the employees were almost as afraid of her as they were of Cat due to simple proximity, but also because the answer, though simple, wasn’t something she was going to admit to: I don’t.
    Which wasn’t to say that she couldn’t have, of course. Ms. Grant didn’t work her so hard that she couldn’t even take breaks; that would have been illegal, if nothing else. She had time to eat lunch, to get a drink, to take a few minutes to relax. She just didn’t use that time to go to the bathroom.
    There would hardly have been a point. Not when, without the key-tool she left in the safety of her apartment, the thin metal tube in her urethra would remain closed, blocking so much as a single drop of urine from escaping.
    And so, from the moment she left her home in the morning to when she returned in the evening, she went without the slightest relief. Just as she had all through college, and for years at Midvale High before that.
    Normally, she would have at least used her own bathroom between arriving home from work and heading out to patrol as Supergirl. But she had gotten home hungry and prioritized eating over using the bathroom, a decision she made often and one which only occasionally backfired on her when, like today, she overheard some emergency in progress and had to rush out straight away to deal with it.
    All of which led to her here, on the rooftop watching the sunset, not having relieved herself since sunrise. Her bladder was certainly making itself known, but with the ease of long practice she kept it pushed to the back of her mind and continued to listen. Perhaps if nothing happened by the time the sun finished setting she’d go home and -
    A scream rang out halfway across the city.
    Never mind, then, Kara thought to herself, dropping off the building and accelerating instantly into flight, to the displeasure of her bladder. City blocks sped by in seconds and she arrived in a cramped, isolated alleyway with such force that the gunman’s clothes flapped in the wind.
    Behind her, the screaming continued for a second before abruptly stopping as her arrival registered. “It’s okay,” she said, calmly and clearly, projecting reassurance to the woman who had been held at gunpoint. “You’re safe now. Did he hurt you?”
    No answer. This wasn’t Kara’s first mugging and that wasn’t unusual; panicked victims weren’t always up to answering questions right away. What was slightly more unusual was the way the gunman barely reacted to her arrival either; she couldn’t see his face, but his body language as she pried the gun from his hand didn’t suggest fear or alarm, and he made no motion to fight or run.
    Kara was just starting to get the feeling that something was off when something struck her on the side of the head and exploded into a cloud of glittering white-green powder, and suddenly her powers were gone. “My hero,” the woman drawled as Kara dropped several inches to the ground, and then her knees gave out beneath her and she collapsed the rest of the way.
    What? she tried to ask, but her body was suddenly made of lead and not listening to her brain, so it came out as an inarticulate groan.
    “Huh,” said the man, nudging her with his foot. “It worked.”
    “As much as it cost, it damn well better have,” the woman replied. “Come on, pick her up and let’s get out of here.”
    “Yeah,” he said. He bent to pick up his gun, presumably put it away somewhere she couldn’t move her head to see, and then grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up with a grunt of effort. “Jesus, what’s she made of?” he complained once he had her crudely, painfully slung over a shoulder. “It’s like hoisting a sack of bricks.”
    The woman said something in reply, but Kara couldn’t make out what it was; the ringing in her ears was getting too loud, and the way the world was spinning and going dark didn’t help either. She managed to hold onto consciousness approximately long enough to see the woman opening the doors of a van at the end of the alley, but before they could throw her inside, she was out.
    It happened more than a year after Kara moved in with the Danverses. Kal had been making occasional, half-hearted suggestions that she visit his “Fortress of Solitude”, clearly uncomfortable around her but feeling obligated to maintain some presence regardless. She had refused every time, the wound too raw to poke by seeing a single remote operations outpost as the last surviving patch of Krypton in the universe, but finally she gave in - partly just to stop him suggesting it, and partly because she’d had an idea.
    So they flew to the Arctic, Kara still wobbly and uncertain in the air, and Kara stifled both the pain in her heart and her engineering sensibilities to keep them off her face as she saw the “Fortress”; it had been deployed improperly, crystal growth running wild with no programmed shape to constrain it, and there were no covers or casings anywhere - as if someone had torn out all the walls and plastic and metal in an Earth house, leaving circuits, wires, and pipes to bloat up like tumors. The only parts that looked remotely sensible were the likes of the central console and the Kelex drones, the things that didn’t benefit from adaptability enough to not be automatically deployed with their casing.
    Rao’s light, Kal just walked on the exposed crystals; only the fact that they were so overgrown saved him from seriously damaging them and probably his own feet too. Or maybe not. He was invulnerable, after all.
    There at the console, hovering awkwardly an inch off the floor, Kara put her plan into action. She didn’t know specifically how to make what she had in mind, but not for nothing was she a child of the Science Guild; it wasn’t difficult to create a schematic, especially considering it was really only slightly more complicated than a tube and a small standard screwdriver. She sent it to the fabricator, and then modified the system’s files to change the record of what she had made.
    She had a cover story already thought up, about it being a piece from the last project she and her father had been working on, a memento of her lost family.
    Kal didn’t ask.
    She regretted addressing the system in Kryptonian as they left, because that made Kal feel like he had to do the same, and the words - the language she’d spoken over his cradle, not too long ago - came out of his mouth stumbling and heavily accented. The Kelex couldn’t notice, couldn’t care that one of the last of their people could barely form the phonemes, but Kara could. Kara did.
    Kara fell out of the sky three times on their way back to Midvale, which felt about right for her mood. But, if nothing else, she had what she’d come for.
    Consciousness hurt.
    She didn’t so much wake up as realize she was already awake, a number of sensations registering all at once. She was lying on something soft; her body ached, down to the bones; someone was running a jackhammer in her head; and she really needed to pee.
    She hissed through her teeth and tried to get herself upright, wincing when opening her eyes let the light punch her directly in the brain, but quickly ran into an issue as something on her left wrist arrested the motion with a jerk. She turned to look at it, waiting for the world to resolve into something comprehensible.
    Was this how humans felt when they got hung over? Why did anyone drink?
    Her arm wouldn’t move, she realized, because there was a handcuff on it. The other end of the handcuff led to… the head of an old metal bed frame. Atop the bed frame was a mattress, and atop the mattress was Kara, so that explained the softness, at least.
    She gave the handcuff a harder tug, hoping it would simply break. It didn’t, just made her arm hurt more.
    “Don’t do that,” said a voice from off to her right. She looked around to see who had spoken, and immediately regretted it as the movement nearly knocked her over with dizziness.
    There was a man in a chair next to the door, his face covered by a cheap-looking white plastic mask. “Wha- where am I?” Kara asked, stumbling over the words as her lips and tongue refused to cooperate. And then, at an urgent throb from her bladder, “How long was I out?”
    “A few hours,” he said, ignoring the first question. “Try and get comfortable, you’re going to be here a while.”
    Kara frowned and shifted in place, getting her hands under her to try and push herself the rest of the way up. “What? No, I’m not going to just-”
    She stopped, going very still, as he drew a gun from his belt and pointed it in her direction, though not directly at her. “You’re going to stay right there. If you try to escape, I’m going to shoot you. I’ll try not to hit anything vital, but no promises. Got it?”
    “Got it,” she said, her heart racing. In this state, she was as vulnerable to bullets as anyone else. With forced calm, she asked, “Can I sit up, at least?”
    “Sure.” He lowered the gun. Kara pushed herself awkwardly and painfully into a sitting position, glancing around the room as she did. It looked like an ordinary, small, somewhat bare bedroom. Her bed sat in one corner, a TV on a chest of drawers directly opposite; beside the drawers was a window, covered by thin curtains. The walls were a noticeably faded blue, with several darker shapes presumably marking where pictures had been recently removed.
    “Why am I here?” she asked. Given that her captors had gone to the trouble of bringing her to this room and removing anything identifiable and/or throwable, she guessed they probably didn’t intend to kill her, which narrowed the possibilities down somewhat; the fact that she still had her clothes on, she hoped, ruled out some of the remainder.
    “You’ve been kidnapped,” the man said, which Kara had already figured out. “You’re going to stay here for a few days, and then we’ll see how much the people of National City will pay to get their Supergirl back.”
    Kara’s bladder throbbed again, and she pressed her thighs together to try and quell the urge a little. “You’re ransoming me?”
    The man shrugged. “We’ve all got to get paid somehow.”
    “You won’t be able to keep the money,” she pointed out. “You’ll just get arrested and they’ll take it back. Even if you don’t get caught right away, someone’s going to track where the money goes and find you that way.”
    “Thanks for the concern,” he said dryly, “but it’s handled. I know a guy who can arrange the hand-off and the financials. We get our money and disappear without a trace.”
    “Is he where you got the Kryptonite, too?”
    He shrugged. “He knows people too. It’s always good to have a network.”
    “And that doesn’t seem suspicious to you?” Kara asked pointedly. “He just gave it to you, when he could have used it himself and kept the money? Did he even-”
    She stopped talking, jaw clicking shut, because he’d brought up the gun again. “Time to be quiet now,” he said. “I know what you’re doing. It was a good try, but stop trying.”
    “I-” she started.
    “No,” he said, wiggling the gun for emphasis.
    Kara, for the moment, stopped trying.
    The next few hours passed mostly in silence, at least between the two of them. Kara made occasional attempts to say or ask something, but every time she did, or moved too quickly, her guard would just make a threatening gesture, keeping the gun close to hand at all times. It wasn’t complete silence, though, because after a while he got bored enough to turn the TV on, switching to some sports game on low volume. From that, Kara learned that it was shortly after four in the morning, meaning the “few hours” she had been unconscious was closer to six.
    That was, frankly, more worrying than the gun.
    Kara shifted and shuffled around on the bed, trying to get even slightly comfortable, but between the handcuffs and the general pain and the fact that she had almost a full day’s worth of liquid in her bladder it was a futile endeavor.
    Days, the man had said. They were going to hold her here for days before trying to make an exchange. Alex and the DEO would be looking for her, of course, but what would happen if they couldn’t find her? Even with her powers she wasn’t completely invincible, and without them she was relying solely on the strength of her own muscles - except, of course, for the critical few her powers ironically weakened.
    She didn’t know how long she had; she’d never had reason to learn how long humans could survive without peeing, let alone to find out her own limits. Even at her most optimistic, though, she couldn’t reasonably expect to last even another full day before her bladder simply burst. Or perhaps her kidneys would fail instead - a slower death, one that might even take long enough for her powers to return. She could heal that, almost certainly; Kal had survived worse. But it wasn’t a gamble she was eager to make.
    If it came down to it, she’d have to explain her situation to her kidnappers. Tell them a deeply embarrassing secret she’d never told anybody else in the world, and hope they valued their payout enough to do something about it. Let alone the question of what they would do about it - Kara didn’t exactly think “let her go and hope she comes back once she’s used the bathroom” was on the table.
    She did not want to do that.
    And by about eight o’clock she was feeling a little more hopeful that she wouldn’t have to. Whether it was the weak sunlight filtering through the curtains or the Kryptonite she’d been hit with finally starting to wear off, she could feel a tiny fraction of her powers slowly building back up. Given a few more hours, if she could find a moment where she wouldn’t get shot for it, she might have a chance to try to escape.
    Kara’s bladder ached at the thought of waiting a few more hours; it had already been more than twenty-five and it was more full than it ever had been, sitting heavy as a cannonball in her gut and radiating pain. It was so full, in fact, that her abdomen had been noticeably swollen beneath her suit for several hours. She was used to a slight bulge at the end of a long day, but she had never seen it this big, and the fabric of her suit stretching over it only added further pressure. But unless she could come up with a better plan, she would just have to endure it.
    Eventually, there came a knock on the door. The guard muted the TV, stood up, and stretched, stiff from sitting there too long. “Stay put,” he told her, and left the room. There was a brief conversation in the hallway, quiet enough that she could only catch a few words, and then the door opened again and a new man entered. He was dressed differently, but had the same mask - or an identical one, Kara was pretty sure they came in packs at arts and crafts stores - and the same gun.
    Kara didn’t say anything as he sat down. Her plan at the moment mostly involved staying still and quiet until it seemed like a good time; striking up a conversation right away seemed as likely to put him on the defensive as to achieve anything useful, and the first guard might have specifically told him not to talk to her. It would be better to wait for a while until his guard was down, or else until she decided waiting any longer would be too dangerous.
    He didn’t say anything either, though he did keep glancing at her nervously and quickly looking away. He flipped through channels on the TV, eventually settling on a show about the manufacturing processes of various products that Kara recognized, having seen a few episodes in the past. She didn’t seek it out particularly often, but it was relaxing, and she did like seeing the machines people had built for such specialized tasks. And, for the moment, any distraction was welcome. Watching the creation of Swiss cheese, roller skates, and colored pencils gave her something to focus on other than her desperate need to pee.
    All too soon, though, the credits rolled, leaving Kara with nothing else to think about but herself. Her arm was cramping - she’d been sitting in one position too long, and there was no comfortable way to hold it given the handcuffs - and her bladder was worse, the pain periodically spiking as her muscles seized, fighting in vain against the catheter immovably sealing off the exit. She had to readjust herself, settling into an awkward semi-reclined pose that took a little pressure off her bladder and crossing one leg over the other, and not a moment too soon; the strongest cramp yet wracked her, forcing a grunt of pain from her as her legs twisted together.
    The sound drew her new guard’s attention. “Huh?” he asked, looking over at her. “You okay?”
    “Fine,” she said unconvincingly, instead of I’ve been kidnapped and handcuffed to a bed and my bladder’s going to explode, which would have been more accurate.
    Somehow, this did not convince him. “Wait, do you need to pee?”
    “No,” Kara lied reflexively.
    “Shit, have you not had a chance to go?” He straightened up in his chair. “Hang on, I’ll - fuck, I can’t let you out of the room… I could get a bucket or something and you could go in that?”
    “No,” she said again, deliberately relaxing her posture despite the protests of her body. “You don’t need to do that, I’m fine.” Internally, she cursed her habit of leaving the catheter key at home. Sure, it meant she couldn’t be tempted into running back and forth to the bathroom all day, but this was not worth that benefit.
    “Look, I know it’s not great, but it’s better than pissing on the bed, right?”
    “No, I - It’s an alien thing, okay? I can go longer than humans without eating, sleeping, that kind of thing.” It wasn’t even completely a lie; Kara could indeed operate for an extended period without sleep. Even now, with her powers disabled, she wasn’t any more tired than a human would be by mid-afternoon.
    “Huh.” The alarm left his posture, reassured that he didn’t have to avert an imminent mess. “I didn’t know that. Never met an alien before. I think there’s one in my kid’s class?”
    “Not all aliens,” she clarified. “Most species don’t have my powers. A lot of species don’t have any special powers compared to humans.”
    “Oh. I figured you were all, you know,” he gestured at her, “like that. I mean, you always hear about aliens on the news and they have powers, right?”
    “That’s because powers make for big stories.” That was the polite way to put it, but this was not the time for an in-depth explanation of systemic xenophobia. “You don’t hear about all the aliens who don’t have powers, because that’s not an exciting headline.”
    “I never thought about it like that,” he said. “Makes sense, I guess.”
    “Yeah,” Kara agreed. She didn’t say anything more for a moment, thinking. “...You have a kid?”
    “How did you-” he started, eyes flicking to her in alarm. “Oh, yeah, I said that. Yeah. Two, actually, a boy and a girl. My daughter’s the older one, the alien’s in her class.”
    “What are they like?” she asked, and he visibly perked up. As she had hoped, he was quite willing to talk about his family - eager, even. He avoided giving any names or places, but let slip enough specific details that she suspected it would be possible to track them down once she got out, if she wanted to. She kept enough attention on the conversation to seem engaged, but the rest of her brain - at least the part that wasn’t devoted to the overwhelming pressure in her abdomen - she occupied with thinking through the new plan that had opened itself up to her.
    Kara was not a natural liar; she liked to think of herself as generally honest and outgoing, and when put on the spot to convince somebody, she knew, she was often less than believable. So, if she knew she was going to have to sell a lie, she would try to prepare for it in advance. And right now, she definitely needed to sell it.
    Once she was as ready as she thought she was going to get, she waited for a lull in the conversation. Once one came, she hesitated, then started, “Do-” before cutting herself off and looking away as though thinking better of it.
    “What?” he asked.
    “I-” she looked up at him, schooling her face into a hopeful expression. “I just thought - Do you think I could call my daughter?”
    “You have a daughter?”
    “Yeah,” she said. She injected thickness into her voice, as though choking up. “She doesn’t know about any of,” she gestured at herself, “this, she thinks I’m an executive. If I could just talk to her, even for a few minutes…”
    “Shit,” he said. “Uh… I don’t know, I don’t think I’m supposed to give you a phone.”
    “Please,” Kara begged him. “She’s on her own, her dad’s-” she swallowed a sob, “gone - she must be worried, I wouldn’t go this long without at least a call. Please, I just want to tell her I’m okay.”
    He was wavering, she could tell even without being able to see his face. “How do I know you won’t just call the cops?”
    “I won’t,” she promised. “I - I can show you, before I call, so you can see I’m not calling 911.”
    “I…” he paused, deliberating. “Yeah. Okay. Show me the number, and put it on speaker so I can hear both sides.” He took out a cheap phone from his pocket and unlocked it before crossing the room to hand it to her.
    “Thank you,” she said with relief, taking it. It already had the phone app open; she typed in the number for Alex’s cellphone, then covered most of the digits with a finger and held it up to show the guard it clearly had more than three of them. He nodded, and she started the call, tapping the speakerphone icon and holding it out in front of her.
    After only a few rings, the call connected; as soon as she heard it, Kara spoke. “Hi, sweetheart, you’re on speaker.” She had put on a slight accent, weak enough that the guard would hopefully assume she was masking it as Supergirl but which Alex would recognize as an imitation of Eliza.
    Her opening line worked; Alex didn’t say anything, but Kara’s weakly-returning super-hearing could just barely make out the sound of her whispering intensely some distance from the phone, followed by the sound of rapid typing.
    “I’m sorry I didn’t call sooner,” she continued, “things got really busy and then my phone died, I’ve only just now been able to charge it. I probably won’t be home for another few days, some things came up and they need me close to hand. You’ll be okay on your own until then, right honey? There’s money upstairs in the bedroom, and you know you can go to Hank next door if you need anything.”
    “Yeah,” Alex replied, and Kara’s heart, which had taken up residence somewhere in her throat, relaxed a little at the confirmation that she’d picked up on the implications. Winn had added a filter to the call, crunching Alex’s end heavily as though through terrible reception, which together with Alex putting on a higher voice let her plausibly sound anywhere from fifteen to thirty.
    “Good,” she said. “I don’t know if I’ll get another chance to call, be safe, I love you.”
    “Love you,” said Alex.
    Kara hung up, sniffed emotionally - not terribly difficult, considering she was actually in danger and might never talk to Alex again if things went wrong - and deleted the call from the history before handing it back to the guard. “Thank you,” she said to him.
    Alex had a lead, now; Winn would be able to track the call. All Kara had to do was wait.
    Finally, forty minutes later, the sound of several heavy vehicles came in range of Kara’s hearing one after the other, all coming in her direction. Kara breathed a sigh of relief; the guard, who had asked her twice more in the intervening time if she needed the bathroom with increasing and justified skepticism, glanced over at her to make sure she wasn’t trying to escape and/or wetting herself, but didn’t otherwise react.
    The cars approached, and pulled up nearby. A squad of DEO agents exited, coordinating in low tones; Kara’s heart leapt as she recognized Alex’s voice among them. The agents surrounded the house.
    As they closed in, the realization struck Kara that she absolutely could not look like this when Alex saw her. Her guard had noticed her desperate state, but didn’t know the full extent of it; her position seated on the bed didn’t give a clear view of her stomach and he didn’t know her well enough to compare. If she stood up and Alex saw she’d suddenly gained several inches at the waist, she would immediately realize something was wrong. And then she’d demand to know what, and Kara would have to explain that she’d been lying about being continent for years and then crawl into a hole and die of humiliation.
    So she had to make sure there was nothing for Alex to see.
    Gritting her teeth, balling her hands into fists, Kara summoned up all her willpower and clenched her abs as hard as she possibly could. Her body screamed with pain and urgency, muscles burning as she forced her stomach flat. A constellation of stars burst in her vision; involuntarily, she screwed her eyes shut and groaned aloud.
    It took long seconds for her to be able to open her eyes again. Her muscles trembled under the strain; her breathing was shallow and rapid, every inhale feeling as though it took up space she needed for her bladder. The guard was looking at her. He opened his mouth to say something.
    At that moment, the DEO agents made their entry, breaking the door open with a thunderous crash. The guard jumped, his head whipping round toward the noise, and his hand flew to his gun.
    Kara held very still, both to avoid startling him into shooting her and to use the time to try and bring her body under control.
    “You don’t have a daughter, do you,” he realized as shouts and heavy footsteps moved through the house.
    “No,” Kara said. And, because she always felt bad about lying even when there were perfectly good reasons for it, “Sorry.”
    When Alex and a handful of agents burst into the bedroom, they found Kara at gunpoint, the guard just out of her reach with his weapon trained on her; immediately, they took aim at him in turn. Kara’s heart soared; she’d known she was being rescued, of course, but seeing Alex was when she knew everything was going to be okay.
    “Drop it!” Alex barked. “Hands in the air!”
    He did not drop it; the gun trembled in his hand. Kara focused her eyes and looked at him, her x-ray vision slow and cloudy but recharged enough to see through his mask; panic and anger were written across his face. She saw the moment that panic crystallized into a new, much worse plan, and in slow-motion his arm started to move. Operating purely on fight-or-flight reflex, he was going to try and point the gun at the half-dozen armed soldiers who already had him in their sights, and he was going to get shot for it.
    Kara lunged forward with all the strength she could muster; pain exploded in her wrist and shoulder as her arm was yanked back behind her. She ignored it, straining against the handcuff; the bed shifted several inches before the chain snapped, freeing her to hurl herself forward and grab his arm with her free hand before he could get halfway through the motion, forcing it down towards the floor.
    “Hold fire!” Alex called before anyone could start shooting. The gun clattered to the ground.
    “Just a fracture,” Alex concluded. She and Kara were sitting on the bed so that she could examine the formerly-handcuffed wrist; Kara was doing a very good job of hiding her agonizing, unbearable need to pee. At least, Alex didn’t seem to have noticed yet. “We’ll get it splinted for now, and some time under the sun lamps will have you as good as new.”
    “No!” Kara yelped. “I mean - I don’t want to go all the way out to the base. Not right now.”
    Alex frowned. “Supergirl, you’re hurt, you’ve been exposed to an unknown form of Kryptonite, and your powers still haven’t fully recovered. You need to recharge, and I need to give you a full checkup to make sure there’s no unexpected side-effects.”
    That was another reason Kara did not want to go with her. Even if she could keep her desperation under control for the two or three hours all that would take - which was unlikely at best, considering how it was getting harder with every passing second - any kind of detailed examination would reveal it anyway. And she still wouldn’t be any closer to a bathroom she could use.
    “Alex,” Kara said, letting some of the tiredness she was feeling (mentally, if not physically) into her voice, “I’ve spent the entire day handcuffed to a bed. I haven’t slept since yesterday morning. I’ve been in this suit for almost twelve hours, and I haven’t had anything to eat. I just want to go home, and be comfortable, and relax.” She gestured at the curtains, which were now open to allow sunlight to spill into the room. “My powers are already coming back, and the only thing that felt different about the Kryptonite was that it lasted longer. I’ll be fine. Okay?”
    Alex looked ready to give a stern response, but wavered as Kara shot her her best puppy-dog look. She visibly deliberated before closing her eyes and sighing in frustration. “Okay. Yes. You can go.”
    Kara beamed.
    “But.” Alex raised an emphatic finger. “You’re not flying there. Vasquez will drive you home. You are not going to use your powers until you are completely recovered, and you are going to call me if you feel anything wrong. Understand? If you so much as cough, you tell me immediately.”
    “Got it,” Kara nodded, still smiling. She leaned forward and wrapped Alex in a tight hug, careful of her injured wrist; Alex hugged back. “You’re the best, Alex.”
    “I know,” Alex said over her shoulder. The hug continued for a few seconds in silence, and then Alex said, “You really have been wearing that too long. You need a shower, Supergirl.”
    Kara laughed and shoved her away.
    She still couldn’t leave immediately. Alex had Agent Vasquez bring up a set of civilian clothes and a splint, and asked Kara to recount the events of her kidnapping while she waited and changed.
    “...And then you guys came in, and you know the rest,” she said. Her new outfit wasn’t the sort of thing she ordinarily wore - ragged jeans and a band T-shirt about three sizes too big - which was of course the point; she wasn’t supposed to look like Kara Danvers.
    “Yeah,” Alex said. Her phone was in her hand, recording the conversation to be written down once she got back to the base.
    “I don’t think these guys have much experience kidnapping people,” Kara said. “The cheap masks, bringing me to their house” - because, as it turned out, that was where she was, the house of one of the gang members, who lived alone - “I saw the woman’s face in the alley, and the people guarding me were watching TV at the same time.”
    “You think someone put them up to this?” Alex asked, following the same train of logic.
    “I do,” said Kara. “The contact the first guy mentioned, the one who he said would do the money stuff and sold him the Kryptonite. That’s weirdly helpful for a criminal, right?”
    “Right,” Alex agreed. “But if the ransom wasn’t the point…”
    “Experimenting with new types of Kryptonite, maybe, or new methods of delivery. The kidnapping was just - a way to get it to me.”
    “Yeah,” said Alex, thoughtful. “It checks out.” She grimaced. “So we might have a new group on our hands who can manufacture Kryptonite, or who have a supply of it, and are handing it out to random criminals. I’ll get the word out to our informants to be on the lookout, and have Winn look for leads online, and maybe we can arrange a plea deal in exchange for information on that distributor.” She thought for a moment, then stopped the recording. “Alright, I think that’s everything. Go home, get some rest, and remember, if anything happens-”
    “Call you, I know,” Kara said.
    “Good. Agent Vasquez, take Supergirl home.”
    “Yes sir,” said Vasquez, who had been waiting silently by the door for the informal debriefing to finish. Kara stood up from the bed, and with a Herculean effort suppressed any visible reaction to the pressure the movement put on her bladder. She filed out of the room after Vasquez, and with the Agent walking ahead and Alex for the moment staying in the room, concealed by an overlarge shirt, she allowed her muscles to relax, returning her stomach to a slightly less unnatural shape. The relief of this nearly sent her tumbling to the floor before she caught herself with flight and she had to bite her tongue to avoid moaning aloud; she still had to pee worse than she ever had before, but at least now she wasn’t also compressing her bladder into the space reserved for the rest of her organs.
    They left the house, stepping out into the sunlight, where Kara had to take a moment to stop and simply feel it soaking into her skin, re-filling a part of her that was only noticeable by its emptiness; it felt like lying down in a hot bath at the end of a long day. Her bitten tongue numbed as her healing began to kick in, as did the various aches and pains from her restraint; her wrist, which would be a matter of hours rather than of minutes, at least hurt a little less.
    Vasquez waited politely for two minutes before clearing her throat to suggest they get a move on.
    The DEO had arrived with two cars in addition to the several vans; Kara sat down in the passenger seat of one of them. Kara, knowing the seatbelt would press directly on her bladder, did not want to buckle it, but Vasquez refused to start the car until she did. Kara pointed out that she was invulnerable, an argument Vasquez met with a threat to tell Alex why they weren’t moving.
    Kara buckled the belt. It pressed directly on her bladder.
    Her apartment was about thirty minutes’ drive away, which to Kara felt like about thirty hours. Now that she was safe and free, she had nothing to distract her from her desperation, and as her powers recharged the sensation became more and more intense. If her nerves had been screaming at her, now they had megaphones and lung capacities to match her own. The desperation seemed to fill her entire body, even a twitch of hand or foot somehow tugging at her bladder, and the hot ball of pain weighing down her pelvis had started to spread up her back. She had moved beyond waves of urgency and into one continuous tsunami, her tireless muscles fighting without cease, but the Kryptonian metal of the catheter was unmoved.
    No amount of all-day-every-day practice was enough to let her conceal so dire a need; she started the drive with her legs superhumanly tightly pressed together and in short order they were twisted around one another. Her arms were pinned to her sides, hands in white-knuckled fists, and she leaned back as far as the position of the seat would allow to give her bladder even a millimetre more room.
    At some point - Kara had no way to keep track of time - they stopped at a red light, and Vasquez glanced over to her. “You okay?” she asked.
    “Fine,” Kara said, which, as Vasquez was neither blind nor deaf to the strain in her voice, was not convincing. “Just wish I’d used the bathroom before we left.”
    “Want me to make a stop? I can pull in at a store or something.”
    “No.” Extra delays were absolutely the last thing Kara wanted. “I’ll wait until I get home.”
    “You sure?” Vasquez asked. “We’re still twenty minutes out. You gonna be okay that long?”
    “I’m sure,” Kara said. “I can hold it.” That much she was entirely sure of.
    “Okay,” said Vasquez dubiously as the light turned green. The car accelerated like a punch to Kara’s gut, forcing a whine from her throat; Vasquez seemed to take her situation as a cue to drive faster, though Kara couldn’t spare enough attention to be sure, considering she pushed the limits of city driving at the best of times.
    As they were closing in on their destination, Kara made an unwise decision. She looked down at herself, x-ray vision piercing through flesh, and saw the cause of her desperation directly. Beneath the enormous bulge of skin and flesh was a bladder swollen to practically to the size of a volleyball by an obscene quantity of urine. The muscles wrapped around it were taut, stretching almost to their limit, and the mass of liquid quivered and spasmed as they strained to right themselves. And yet, even as she watched, her kidneys continued their work, slowly but inexorably pumping more urine into a space that was already more than full.
    Seeing it made it so much worse, but she couldn’t look away. She could feel her powers straining to keep her intact and functional, and could only watch, legs bouncing, as her body fought against itself.
    Eventually, after a subjective eternity that took about fifteen minutes, Vasquez said, “We’re here.”
    Kara’s head snapped up to see they were pulling up to the street outside her apartment. Before the car could even come to a stop she unbuckled her seatbelt, letting it whip away under its own power, and grabbed at the door handle. “Thank you bye,” she gasped, and opened the door; she hurled herself out of the vehicle, and an audible crack came from the handle as it was forced into a position it was never meant to take.
    “Sorry,” she said, and dithered for half a second with the urge to try and put it right before her body took over and hurled her into motion. The door slammed hard behind her as she sprinted into the building faster than human steps could take her; she tore down the hallway until she reached the stairwell.
    She could not afford the time to take the stairs. She looked up, peering through the floors and walls to see if anyone was looking; by a stroke of fortune, nobody was, and she rocketed straight up through the gap in the centre of several stories of staircase and then down the hall to her door. Just barely having the presence of mind not to break it down, she pulled the key from her pocket and fumbled it into the lock, leaving the door open behind her as she ran for her room.
    There, buried in a drawer, was the key to her salvation, and also to her catheter.
    She stumbled into the bathroom, locked the door, pulled down her borrowed pants and underwear, and dropped bodily onto the toilet. With trembling hands, she tried to slot the key into the catheter; it took three attempts, by which point she was wondering if she was going to falter at this last hurdle and die on the toilet. Finally, though, she managed it; the key slid into place, and with a single turn Kara finally opened the valve.
    It poured out with a thunderous hiss, but the relief was not immediate. As much as she would have liked to force out her bladder’s contents as fast as she could, that would have been far too much force; she would have power-washed a hole in her toilet, the floor, and whatever was downstairs from her. So she had to wait, producing a stream that was powerful but not nearly as powerful as it could have been, as the overstretched organ slowly returned to a normal size.
    One minute passed, then two. It was almost halfway to the third before she finally felt relief, and then suddenly it was overwhelmingly upon her, her heightened senses lighting up her body with an explosion of endorphins. She slumped bonelessly backwards with a moan, all the exertion seeming to catch up to her at once, and stayed that way as she continued peeing for almost two further minutes.
    Even once her stream finally slowed to a trickle and then petered out entirely, Kara didn’t move for some time, just sitting there panting and luxuriating in the blissful feeling of not needing the bathroom. She had to move at some point, though - she needed to get something to eat and drink, and then take a long nap at minimum - so eventually she lifted herself upright with flight. She reached down and turned the catheter key further, folding up the part that anchored it in her bladder, and pulled it out; a burst of heat vision sterilized it, and she slipped it back into place before twisting the key back the other way to secure it and close the valve once more.
    Kara stood and walked on shaky legs over to the sink to wash her hands, and considered the future. She was going to have to tell Alex her secret, she knew. If she was going to keep being Supergirl, she wouldn’t be able to avoid some kind of physical exam forever, and that would be a much worse way for it to come out. She should probably also start taking the key out with her; this was unlikely to be the last time she couldn’t get home for an extended period, and she needed the ability to relieve herself, even if it meant she would have to rely on willpower to keep herself out of the bathroom in her civilian life. Perhaps, she thought, she even ought to fly to the Fortress and design a new version, one not opened by a separate piece; that way she could preempt the possibility of the key being lost or taken from her.
    If there was one thing she knew for certain, though - one thing that had been true since that day in the Fortress - it was that this was far from the last time she’d find herself needing a bladder of steel.
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    Resch reacted to huberp76 in The trainees!   
    It became more and more difficult for Sue, every move she was doing was hurting her poor bladder.
    She could no more hide her desperation, even the professor did notice that there was something wrong with Sue.
    He did not really know what, but he could see that she was suffering.
    ”Why does Sue looks so suffering?”asked the professor exactly the sadistic guy.
    ”It is not something really important, she only need to go for little girls.“ answered the guy.
    “Oh, the poor thing and it will last  3 hours until she can go. Will she be able to bear up for so long?“ asked the professor.
    “That will be not a question, she simply has to endure it, because she has no other way! Girls have a strong bladder.“ replied the sadist with joy and horniness.
    “Sometimes not so easy for girls.“ said the professor with pity in his voice, in opposite to the sadist, who did love that so much, full of joy for the next hours.
    It was getting more and more unbearable for Sue, her bladder was getting so much tortured from holding back her wee for so long, 
    The frantic need to wee and the fear about peeing herself in front of all made her crazy.
    She could no more do her work because every move was hurting her and was painful especially for her bursting full bladder.
    She was leaking up and on and her panties were already a little bit wet. She could no more and no longer, she went in direction bus and wanted squat behind it, but just a few steps on the way she did loose the control over her bladder and started to wee.
    She pulled her shorts and her panties down in one move during she already peed and was squatting at the same time.
    The professor, was a real gentle man, he turned his head to the other side. All the other guy’s watched her and were turned on very much about to see her naked ass and to see how powerful it was jetting out between her bare thighs.
    Sue did not care about that, she simply could not care about it, it was coming out of her and she could absolutely not prevent it.
    “Amazing how much she was holding.“ said one of the guy’s to the others.
    Sue was very quiet and ashamed about her misbehaving and misfeature and pulled her wet panties and her shorts with a large wet spot between her thighs up.
    The guy’s were turned on very much about that great show.
    The sadist was aroused as well, but he was disappointed at the same time, he wanted to see her hold it for 2 more hours and to see her fight against her urge, in the bus on the way home.
    He was disappointed and a little bit frustrated too and therefore he said to Sue “that was not professional, what you did just before.“
    “What do you mean with professional?“ asked Sue silently.
    “I mean to piss in front of all the guy’s! Don’t you think that you are a little bit to old for that? You are no more a little schoolgirl, or?You should be able to control your bladder!“ said the sadist.
    Sue was still ashamed, but was getting very angry about the sadist‘s world‘s.
    “That is not fair what you are saying, you guy’s go three or four times behind the bus during the day, don’t you think that we girls don’t need to wee as well ?“ asked Sue annoyed.
    “Sure that girls are needing to wee as well, but if they have no opportunity, they have to be able to hold it until they get a chance, they will be NEVER allowed to squat and to piss in front of guy’s.“ answered the sadist.
    “You would never do that, you would never wee your panties, or?“ whispered John in Magan‘s ear.
     
     
     
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    Resch reacted to huberp76 in The trainees!   
    „It is bad, so much traffic.“ said the professor.
    “Yea, that is really bad, more than bad.“ said Sue, loud to herself.
    Everybody, except the professor, did know that she did not mean the traffic.
    Sue did not know that all the others knew it that she did mean her already painful urge to wee.
    The sadist had much joy about that situation and did use each chance to look at the girls and to watch them hold and suffer.
    Sue was light bending forward and squeezed permanent her nude thighs with both hands.
    It was already absolutely torture for her, but she had to suffer for another half an hour before they were back at the office, which was in a history museum.
    As soon as the bus stopped, went Sue with small steps and rubbing knees, straight to the toilet.
    When she came to the office, where the others were waiting, said the sadist “it seams that someone was needing to go very urgently!”
    He smiled and wanted tease her in a way that he wanted to explain her that she is like a little school girl who had no bladder control, because she is not even able to wait until they are ready with the closing meeting, before they were going home.
    It was unfair, because in reality she was a big, strong girl who was able to hold her urine back for over 13 hours without to wet her panties.
    ”What is about you?” whispered John to Magan.
    ”I’ll hold it until at home.” she answered and smiled.
    John did love that and wanted invite her for a coffee to a coffee shop near the museum, but Magan said “ I would like that, but please not today, i need to go home as soon as possible, because i have to do something very important.” she crossed her legs and smiled again.
    John did walk with her to the underground. “Are you suffering now?” he asked full of horniness and with a trembling voice.
    ”It is already really painful, my bladder hurts, but i am not suffering.” answered Megan.
    ”Can we then go to the coffee shop?” John asked again.
    ”You mean that you want to take me to the coffee shop and i will be not allowed to go to the toilet? You want to make me hold it longer, you little sadist want that i torture my bursting full bladder, is it that what you want?” asked Magan.
    ”Oh yes, that would be great, that would turning me on so much.” answered John straight without to think about, what he said.
    ”If you like that so much, I’ll hold my wee for you, I’ll torture my bladder for you, but not today, i have a date later at evening.”answered Magan.
    ”You have a boyfriend?” asked John, disappointed and worried.
    ”No i don’t have a boyfriend.” answered the girl.
    John was disappointed that Magen didn’t have time for him today, but on the other hand he was very glad that she did not have a boyfriend.
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    Resch reacted to huberp76 in The trainees!   
    “Sure that i would need to go as well at afternoon when i did not go since early in the morning, BUT, but i am good trained, i  have trained myself, i never use the toilet in the school, it is usual for me to have my bladder full and to suppress my urge for hours.” answered the girl. 
    “That must get very painful, not to wee for so long? Do you suffer right now about your full bladder?” asked the young guy.
    ”No, i don’t really suffer about it.
    But Sue is suffering very bad , because it is like a torture for her to be forced to hold a full bladder for hours, i am common to have my bladder full and sometimes i even like the feeling, need to wee, but don’t go.” replied Magan and smiled.
    She wanted to get admired from the guy for her bladder control and she wanted to turn him on that way, because she did know that some guy’s gets horny about a girls full bladder and a girl’s strong need to wee.
    The guy, John was his name, was already very horny and had troubles to hide his big, hard penis in his shorts.
    Early at the evening, at the way to the bus, stopped one of guy’s, turned to the side and pissed for a long time. 
    No one of the other looked back, but all of them did know what he was doing.
    The girls walked with the professor straight to the bus, but the guys were waiting for the one who pissed just before.
    ”Did anyone of you notice that our girls don’t pee only once the entire day? Their bladders must be full to explode, after holding it for so long!!!??” said the guy as he came back to the other guy’s.
    He was absolutely aroused about that thought and about this circumstance.
    He was a little bit a sadist about girls who are desperate for to wee and he did imagine to make them hold a little longer, or better much longer, maybe as long until they can’t hold it back anymore and their small shorts gets wet between their thighs and the wee is running down on the smooth skin of their young legs.
    John did not tell to the other’s something about his talk with Magan.
    The guys were all turned on very much about the talk and about the imagination how full the girls bladders must have been and how urgently they must have needed to wee after holding it since they left their home early in the morning.
    They had to go for more than one hour with the bus back to their down. The girls were sitting with their legs pressed together, especially Sue’s legs were crossed and pressed very hard together.
    The sadist did see that and he did love it, he did think about a reason and an opportunity to make the girls,  at one of the next days, hold their wee longer, much longer, they should get full to burst, he thought to himself.
     
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    Resch reacted to huberp76 in The trainees!   
    A group of archaeologists did go by a little bus to new archeological excavations.
    They were four man and two girls.
    2 man at about 40, one guy was much younger, he was 21 years and a older professor, he was the leader of the group.
    The girls were students, just a little bit over 18 and made a practical during their holy days.
    They did all wear kaki shorts, kaki shirts and heavy shoes. The girls shorts were pretty short and the bare legs of the girls were a good view for the man.
    At the second, or the third afternoon, asked one of the girls the younger guy “ where do you go if you need to go?”
    The girl did know that very well, because she did notice it the days before and the guy did know very well what she meant, but he wanted to talk about it and so he asked “what do you mean with it, were do i go?”
    The girl wanted to talk as well about it and answered “i mean your bodily needs, what are you doing if you need to pee?”
    ”I go just a little away, turning around and doing it. And you, where do you go?” asked the guy.
    ”We girls don’t go not at all!” answered the girl.
    The man was not before in omorashi, he did not even notice that the girls did not wee all day long, but to hear that, made him hard at the moment.
    He was absolutely surprised about it and he was surprised that it was suddenly turning him on so much that the girls did not have a chance to wee and not even to squat somewhere.
    The girl was proud about her holding ability and bladder performance and wanted to get admired.
    ”It’s not so easy to wait until at home, sometimes it gets very hard. Sue, so was the name of the other girl, does suffer all afternoon about her full bladder.”said the girl.
    ”And you? Don’t you not suffer about it?” wanted the boy know.
    ”Sure that i am suffering, sure that i would need to go, but….” answered the girl.
    ”What, but????” wanted to guy know.
     
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    Resch reacted to huberp76 in No wee for a waitress!   
    Peter had to wait for nearly 2 hours until Carmen was closing and then more than a half an hour until she would lie in his large bed.
    On the other hand, he did like it that Carmen had to suppress her increasing, already strong urge to wee for hours longer.
    He did use the time to watch the girl  how she was crossing her sexy legs when she was standing  behind of the coffee machine, he could watch how she was rubbing her knees when she was serving the drinks and sometimes he could see her little panties when she was bending over to put the drinks on the table.
    Her skirt was more than short and her legs were pretty long.
    Peter thought that she is showing her panties on purpose, because she is a dirty, little slut.
    She should get punished for that, that horny, young body is made for to get fucked and it is made for to get tortured!
    Peter did like it to see how she was fighting against her strong pee urge and it was turning him on very much.
    “Why does it make me so horny if a pretty girl is needing to wee, why is it so arousing for me if a girl is holding a very full bladder in her belly and why is it turning me on so much if a girl did not wee, can’t wee, is not allowed to wee, for a very long period of time?“ he asked himself.
    He did not find an answer for his own questions, but he did know that it was always so, since he can remember was his penis getting bone hard, when a girl was needing to wee, but could not go.
    Peeing is so normal, all girls in the whole world need to do it, mostly several times during a day and nevertheless can it get so much turning on.
    It is turning on so much to see a girl squatting and to watch the wee jetting out between her thighs, straight from the little hole inside her slit and to hear it hissing with high pressure.
    Pee holding is usual and normal as well, there are so many girls around the world, who are desperate just at this moment.
    They are desperate, because they could not go for a long time, they had not a chance, they are desperate, because they have to hold it although their bladders are already full to explode.
    Peter love that kind of situations!
    He don’t need any technical appliances, he need just a girl, her body and her naturally bodily needs, for to get his maximal horniness.
    It happens totally naturally and automatically, the girls bladder gets more and more full and if she don’t get a chance to wee, she will get more and more desperate.
    Peter did always try to make girls hold and wait, he did always try to give them no chance to wee and to make them hold as long as possible.
    Now he had a totally new situation, he did not have to make the girl hold, Carmen had to hold it for her own, she has no opportunity to go to the toilet, she is forced to hold it all her shift, no matter how full she is and how bad she would need to go.
    Just a half an hour before closing time, came Carmen to Peter, crossed her sexy, naked, girl legs and said “ i need to wee so bad, i think my pee will soon come out of my ears. 
    My bladder is so full, i can’t hold it much longer.”
    ”I will show you that night how long you will able to hold it!!” answered Peter and push on her bladder.
     
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    Resch reacted to huberp76 in Highschool outing!   
    Peter was very excited!! Sue did not wee since 12 hours and she still would not go. Why would she do that, or better not do it?
    Does she like the feeling of a full bladder as well, or does she want to make him horny, because she knows already that he was getting turned on so much about that she is holding her wee since yesterday? 
    Why did she offer him to hold her very full bladder, maybe for 2 or 3 hours longer?
    They were near the rest stop, therefore he had to make it clear and so he asked “will you stay now in the bus with me?”
    ”I would like to, but i really need to wee very bad, i don’t know how much longer i am able to hold it back and i don’t know when i get a chance to go .” answered Sue.
    ”You can do it, you are so great and so strong, you are holding it already for so long, i am sure that you can wait longer.
    You will get a chance not later than at lunch.” said Peter with begging eyes and a hard dick, visible in his shorts.
    Sue had noticed it and was turned on about Peter’s bulge and said “Okay, I’ll do it for you and for your little friend, down there.”
    Just a little later were the girls standing at the bus door and were waiting until the doors opened , to get out and to get as soon as possible to the toilet, for a much needed wee.
    One of the girls was bending over and two walked with their hands pressed between their thighs.
    Sue wanted to get out of the bus too and Peter was disappointed about it.
    ”Don’t worry, i just want to stretch my legs, i don’t go to the toilet.” said Sue.
    A quarter of an hour later , were all back at the bus, the girls, except Sue, were all visible relieved. 
    Sue was sitting again beside Peter and said “I need to wee so, really, really bad.”
    ”I know it and i love it!!” answered Peter and the bus was standing to move.
    Peter laid on hand on Sue’s naked thigh, or rather between her thighs.
     
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    Resch got a reaction from huberp76 in Lost Opportunities!   
    Great experiences . Amazing that the girl hold it that long. Did you ever met her again after the day at the lake? 
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    Resch reacted to huberp76 in Lost Opportunities!   
    After that very exciting “ cinema visit “, i met Brigitte a few times, but just for some hours. She did never use a toilet during our date.
    Once we decided to go to a lake for one day, to a lake not fare away from our city.
    It was a natural lake with no public amenities, therefore we did take something to eat and to drink with us.
    I was swimming two or three times, Brigitte  not, the water was to cold for her, she did stay on the blanket.
    We played ball, we kissed and we had fun together.
    Later at afternoon, i did see that her usually flat belly was swollen over her little bikini panties . I was sure that i could see the contours of her bladder and could not resist to caress her belly and to press on it. Then  i asked her “is that your bladder?”
    ”Yes it is my bladder and it is very full, i would need to go to the toilet since hours.” answered Brigitte.
    ”And why don’t you go?” i asked.
    ”Where should i go? There is no loo around here and the water is too cold.” she replied.
    “But don’t worry about me, i am accustomed to hold a full bladder. I never use the toilets at school and if i don’t go straight home after school my bladder becomes always full and big like now.” she said.
    We did stay 2 or 3 hours longer before we did leave. She was not begging for to go earlier because of her full bladder and her strong need to wee, she did simply did hold it and did no further talk about it.
    It was turning me on so much, to know that she was needing to wee so bad.
    It made me so absolutely horny to know that she was holding it back since so long and that she would need to wee very urgently, but that she still did not go. 
    I could clearly see how her bladder was getting bigger and bigger and how it was bulging out more and more from her sexy, flat girl belly.
    It was late afternoon as we went to my car. She stepped in with her very full bladder and did not even asked for a stop during our 2 hours ride home.
    She did not ask despite she did not wee since her morning wee  and despite that she was needing to go since hours.
    Brigitte was really a great and an amazing girl!
    Like at my “cinema experience” with Brigitte , i wanted more from her holding ability and from her bladder performance, i wanted to make her hold and wait longer, i wanted enjoy every minute with her and her pee desperation, therefore i stopped at a hotdog kiosk, for something to eat and to DRINK!
    ” To drink something will not be good for me, my bladder is full to rupture.” said Brigitte, crossed her legs and smiled.
    I had so much time, we did drink and eat and walked slowly back to the car.
    Brigitte did just wear a thin summer dress over her bikini. I  could see that her belly was swollen from her overfilled bladder.
    After a extra slowly drive, we arrived at her home.
    I kissed her in front of her door and did take her ass with both hands and pressed her body hard against my body.
    ”Be careful at my full bladder! Don’t push on it!” she said.
    I could not resist to press harder and to squeeze her bladder with my lower abdomen and with my hard dick.
    “I’ll wet my panties, if you don’t stop that!”she said a little bit suffering, but smiling.
    I was so excited, so aroused and so horny, but after a while, i did let her go inside.
    I have been to unversed to that time, to use this situation and this opportunity for more.
    I think that Brigitte did know very well that she did make me very horny with her pee holding and with her very full bladder.
    I think that she did know that boys gets aroused about desperate girls, i think that she did that on purpose to make me horny and to “play “ with me and i think that she wanted sex with me, with her bladder that full!!???”
    Maybe it was a lost chance and a lost opportunity, but it is for sure a great and arousing memory!
     
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    Resch reacted to huberp76 in Highschool outing!   
    A boy made a high school outing and was waiting early in the morning in a bus for a girl.
    The girl was not his girlfriend, she was a girl from his class and they spent on and off some  time together. He reserved for her the seat beside him.
    The girl was very late, she came at the last moment before they were leaving.
    ”Good morning! Do you know how long it will last until our first stop?” she asked him, as soon as she was sitting.
    ”No, but why do you want to know that?” asked the boy.
    ”I overslept, i was so late that i had no time for to bathroom and not even for the loo. I hope we will stop very soon, because i need to wee pretty bad.” answered the girl.
    What a lucky day, what a great journey for the boy, with a girl beside him, who had her bladder full from the night. He did love it and he was turned on so much about that.
    He was horny and he wanted to increase his horniness, therefore he started to talk with her.
    ”When have you weed last time?” asked the boy.
    ”10 pm before i went to sleep.” replied the girl.
    ”Is it urgently?” wanted the boy know.
    ”Yes it is, my bladder is always very full in the morning.” said the girl.
    ” Very urgently?” asked the boy, joyful  and full of horniness. He wished that she would say “yes, very, very urgently!”
    ”Why don’t you ask so much about my need to wee?  But yes it is very urgently!” she answered.
    ”I am just worried about you, because i think we will not stop before 3 hours and that can get very bad for you.” said the boy, simulated afraid.
    In reality he was in heaven and enjoyed , that he had the opportunity to spend some hours with a full bladdered and pee desperate girl beside him.
    He could not wait to see what she will do if her bladder gets fuller and fuller and when her urge will get stronger and stronger.
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    Resch reacted to huberp76 in Lost Opportunities!   
    It was always very exciting for me if a girl said that she is needing to wee.
    It was turning me on very much if she did not go, or if she could not go, because of some different circumstances.
    The longer she had to wait, the longer she had to hold it back, the more i was getting aroused.
    The same, if i was together with a girl who did not use a toilet for a long period of time, it was turning on as well.
    I did think about her bladder, about how full her bladder must have been after holding it for so long and something more like that.
    For example.
    In my youth i dated a girl.
    Brigitte was her Name, she was just a few months over 18 at our first date.
    I had 2, for me very exciting experiences with her. Experience i still love to remember.
    We met at afternoon in a coffee shop. Then we went to a shopping mall and at the evening to the cinema.
    She had opportunities to go to the toilet, but she didn’t , not until we were at the cinema, then she said “i have to go for little girls before we are going inside.”
    Just a few seconds later she was back.
    ”That was really quick’l i said.
    ”I didn’t go, the line was too long.” she answered, smiled and went inside with me.
    That was like music in my ears! I did not want to animate her to go, therefore i waited until we were at our seat, then i asked her “ don’t you not need to go? The film will last 2 hours and 2 hours can get pretty long .”
    ”I would need to, but it can wait, i hold it back.” she answered.
    That was making me extreme hard. All the time during the film i thought at her bladder and her pee urge.
    I was pretty horny about that and had permanent my hand on and between Brigitte’s thighs.
    I remember, i wished it would have lasted for hours longer and i was a little bit sad as the film was ending, but i was much more enjoyed as we did pass by the toilets, but Brigitte still did not go.
    That was turning me on so much, that i wanted more of it.
    I did not bring her straight home after the cinema, i went with her to an ice cream shop with no toilets.
    I wanted to make her wait and hold and she did let me do it. 
    Then, more than one hour later, i kissed her in front of her house door.
    ”It’s already really urgently now.”she said.
    I did know very well what she meant, but asked “what do you mean, what is urgently?”
    ”I need to the loo very urgently!
    Did you forget that i wanted to go for little girls before the cinema?” she asked.
    ”Oh sorry, i really forgot it.” i lied. In reality i did not think anything other.
    ”It’s more than 4 hours later, it must be really urgently now.” i said with a horniness in my voice.
    ”More than urgently!” she replied, pressed both hands between her thighs and crossed her legs tight over it, to demonstrate her need, before she did disappear behind her door.
    As soon as i was at home, i masturbated and did cum with high pressure, because of the last hours of my horniness.
    Next day i called her on the phone and asked her if she yesterday did reach the loo in time.
    It was near at her limit she said, because she has not been at the toilet all day long, not since she did her morning wee.
    I masturbated again and thought about that the girl went late at evening with me in the cinema, with her bladder full since early morning and i thought about how she was standing with her hands hard pressed against her slit and legs tight crossed.
    Two or three weeks later, i had another erotic and very arousing experience with her.
    We did spend one day at the lake.
     
     
     
     
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    Resch reacted to huberp76 in The business man and the call boy   
    They were both totally naked in the bed.
    The boy lay on his side, his knees a little bit bent to give his bladder more room in his slim abdomen.
    The man lay behind him in the same way, his arm around the boys waist and his hand on his bulging bladder.
    ”I think that i will not be able to sleep with my bladder that full and such an unbearable urge to pee.” said the boy.
    ”It will be difficult for me as well, because it is so exciting for me to know that you are needing to go so urgently and so bad and it is so arousing for me to feel your large, firm “pissball “ in your sexy belly, with my hand, but i think that we will be able to sleep. If you sleep you will not feel the urge and the pain of your overfilled bladder.”answered the guy.
    ”I need to pee so unbelievable bad.” whispered the boy.
    ”I know it and i love it!” said the man, caressed the boys swollen belly and pressed his hard dick against the boys naked, firm ass.
    The guy was rubbing his body against the boys slim body and kissed his shoulder and his neck.
    It did take a while until they were sleeping and some hours later, at about 3 am, wanted the boy to the toilet.
    ”I am sorry, but i can’t no more, i can’t no longer, i have to piss now!” said the boy and wanted to get out of the bed.
    ”No, don’t go, hold it back as long as you can, or better until you can’t no more . You are doing it so good, try to wait, try to do your best .” was the man begging.
    ”It is my best, i did not pee since yesterday 7am, that means not since 20 hours. I did not know that someone is able to bear up not to pee for so long, i did not know that i would be able to endure that.
    I suppress my urge since yesterday before noon, but now i can’t anymore.” said the boy.
    ”Would you wet our bed, if you don’t go now?” asked the man.
    ”No i would not, but i have so much pressure in my bladder, my bladder will burst if i don’t piss now, i must let it out! All my belly hurts from needing to pee so very, very bad.” answered the boy.
    ”Hold it back, just 4 hours more and then you did not pee only once for one entire day. Your bladder will not burst, it can get bigger, it can stretch to double size or more. 
    Stay in the bed and hold it!” said the man.
    ”Do i get a bonus for that?” asked the boy.
    ”Sure that you will get an extra bonus!” said the guy and pressed his body hard and tight against the boys body.
    ” That is not normal what we are doing here, i torture myself, i violate and rape my bladder so unnatural long and hard, i force my bladder to contain the urine from a entire day, i force it to stretch it to the size of a pumpkin, just for money and you are ready to pay for to see me suffer and for that, that i am needing to pee so bad , like no boy before.” said the boy, but agreed to try it.
    The man was happy about it and enjoyed the boys frantic need to pee and his slim awesome body.
    The boy did stay in the bed and did lie on his back. The guy beside him with one thigh on the lower abdomen of the boy. His knee was exactly on the boy’s bladder.
    The guy did know now that the boy was ready to hold it back for some hours longer, for a good money and therefore he thought that the boy would stay even he would get tortured a little bit.
    The man pressed his knee soft on the boys bladder and started to rub it.
    The boy was moaning, he wand and wiggled about that extra pressure from outside.
    ”That is not fair what you are doing to me, you can’t get enough from torturing me and my poor bladder, it seams that you will make my bladder burst.” said the boy.
    ”Sorry, you are right, i told you that i can’t get enough. You are so hot and so sexy and you get even more sexy if you cross your wonderful, great legs and if you whine about your need to piss, i simply have to do that!” said the man and pressed his knee extra hard on the boys bladder.
    Again they started to try to sleep tight clasped.
    The man kissed the boy and licked on the smooth skin of the boy.
    The boy loved it and did like that man, although he was getting tortured from him.
    On one hand he did like his tenderness and on the other hand he did like his dominance. Maybe he is a little bit a masochist. But sure he did like his money as well.
    At 6 am, was the boy at his limit, he had not peed since 23 hours to that time.
    He was begging to go to the toilet, he could not bear up one more hour he told the man, but the guy did not let him out of their bed.
    ”That can’t be possible, that you can’t wait just one more hour. You told me yesterday afternoon that you can’t wait any longer and now you are still holding it so many hours later, it simply must be able for you to hold it back for one more hour. Don’t forget the bonus!” said the man.
    The boy turned to his side and pulled his knees up to his chin.
    He lay like an egg, he wanted to prevent, that his abdomen skin and muscles would put extra pressure on his bladder.
    He did lie one hour moaning and whining with both hands pressed between his thighs, his poor bladder was ready to explode.
    After that hour, the man brought him a drink glass and told him to piss in the glass, he could not let him wait any longer.
    The boy was standing with tight crossed legs, he was bending over and squeezed his dick with one hand until he was getting the glass in the other hand.
    In just a few minutes was the glass full and it was nearly impossible for the boy to stop before the glass did overflow.
    His bladder was still extreme full, he was needing all his power to squeeze his sphincter shut.
    More than 5 times filled the boy that glass, before his bladder was totally empty. He was holding exactly 1.300 ml.
    After a shower they went for a breakfast and then back to their room and back in the bed.
    They caressed each other, they were tender to each other, they kissed and the guy was licking the boys inside of his smooth thighs and licked his, now very flat and structured belly, with his wet tongue.
    “Next time you will be my sexy girl!
    You are such a cute boy, with such a great body. I would love to see your great, sexy legs in a super short skirt, i would love to see your gorgeous thighs naked nearly up to your girl panties.
    I want to take you to the cinema, i want to have my hand under your skirt on your bare thighs during we watch the film. I want to take you to a dinner and every body should think that you are my girl.
    I think that you will be the sexiest girl for me that i can imagine, but you should know that you are a cute boy who looks like a cute, sexy girl, you can neither use the girls room, nor the boys room, you will have to hold it like a good girl!!!
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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    Resch reacted to huberp76 in No wee for the sadistic boys girlfriend!   
    A boy was sitting with his girlfriend in a coffee shop in front of a cinema.
    They had something to drink and were waiting until the film started.
    After a while, came another young couple at the shop. The boys did know each other, they are playing in the same soccer club.
    They did take place on their table and started to talk about something dispensable.
    The boys about sport and the girls about film and actors and something more.
    The couple has also tickets for the cinema and was waiting for the beginning.
    They had a lot of time left and so they decided to make a little walk to watch shop windows.
    The first girl did not want to go, she would prefer to stay and to sit.
    Her boyfriend did know very well the reason why, but the couple did not.
    She had no chance to stay, because the other 3 wanted to go.
    “Is something wrong with your girl? She looks so suffering, like it would something hurt her.“ asked the other boy.
    “ Oh no, don’t worry, it is nothing important, she is just needing to piss!“ answered the soccer colleague.
    “And why does she not go to the toilet if she is needing to go?“ he asked.
    “Because she is not allowed, i don’t let her!“ answered the boy.
    “Oh my God, how crazy is that? She must ask you for permission to piss and if don’t allow her to go, she has to hold it!?!
    How long is she already holding it?“ asked the other boy.
    “I don’t know how long she is holding it, but she wanted to piss at noon, but i did not let her.“ was the answer.
    “ Her bladder must be so full, it must hurt her, no wonder that she is suffering, but why don’t you let her go?“ asked the friend.
    “ Because i am a sadist, but just for making girls hold back their piss and for torture their bladder.
    I love it if a girl is desperate for to piss, i love it if a girl has to hold a bursting full bladder and i love it to fuck a girl when she is needing to piss, very, very urgently.“ answered the boy.
    It was absolutely arousing for that guy and he was turned on very much about that situation and about the knowledge that the girl was needing to wee so bad and that she had a very full bladder in her belly.
    He was getting even more aroused as the boy did not let his girl to the toilet, before they went in.  Minimum 2 hours longer of holding for the girl.
    The couple was sitting one row behind the girl and her friend, a little bit beside, so that the boy had a good view to the girl.
    He could see how she crossed her legs from one side to the other and how hard she pressed her thighs together.
    She wanted to go to the toilet at noon and now it was 8pm and she still was not, she still had not weed.
    „Her bladder must be so big and so full!“ though the boy to himself, with a bone hard dick in his pants.
    2 Hours later, when they did leave, asked the boyfriend of the girl „ should we go for a drink?!!“
    The other boy agreed and he did know why, he wanted to see the girl hold and suffer.
    Sure that the bursting girl wanted home as soon as possible. The other girl did support her because she did know the reason why, they did talk about it during the walk.
    The boys wanted a drink and they wanted to torture the poor girl and her bursting full bladder, therefore they went to a bar.
    The boy ordered a large drink for his  girl.
    “I am not thirsty, that is to much for me, i can’t drink that all.“ said the girl.
    All of them did know that it would not be to much for the girl, but it would be much too much for her already overfilled bladder.
    She was now at her limit, she was needing to wee since before noon and now it was 11 pm.
    She could not hide her need and her painful urge anymore and so she said „can we please go now, i need to go to the toilet.“
    “Why don’t you go there?“ asked the other girl.
    “ She lied and said „i don’t like that public toilets, i can wait until at home, i can hold it back, but we should go now please.“
    “You can hold it, just a half an hour and then we will go, but not before your glass is empty.” replied the guy.
    On the way to the parking lot she stopped two or three times to cross her legs.
    She could no more walk upright anymore.
    In the car of the couple said the girl “ it is really bad what he is doing with his girlfriend, he don’t let her go to the toilet, she did not wee since early in the morning. That must hurt her so much, that can’t be healthy.”
    ”But it was very exciting!” answered the boy.
    ”Was it turning you on that the poor was needing to wee so bad?” wanted the girl know.
    ” Honesty, it was turning me on very much and it made me totally horny, you should try that too.
     
     
     
     
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    Resch reacted to huberp76 in No wee for a waitress!   
    „That is really great, that you did not wee since early in the morning!“ said the guy.
    “You mean that is really bad and not really great!?“ asked the girl.
    “No i correctly mean great, because i love it if girls are strong and i like it if they are able to control their bodily needs and their bladder.
    Mostly girls are weak and have to go to the toilet every few hours, but your holding performance is really good!
    Your urge must be very strong and your bladder must be very full, after holding it for so long!!??“ answered the young man.
    “Oh yes, my bladder is full to burst and you are absolutely right, i need to wee so bad, that i nearly do it in my panties, but you did not let me go before leaving, therefore i have to suffer now.“replied the girl.
    She was sitting with knees pressed together and her hands between her thighs until they arrived.
    As soon as they were in his home, she was standing with her legs crossed and said „Tell me quickly, where is your toilet?“
    “The second door on the left, but you will not go now!!  
    I show you first my sleeping room and then my bathroom. First love and then wee!“ said the guy.
    “That is not fair, i need to wee so bad, since so long, let me wee first.“ was the girl begging.
    “Oh no, you are a strong girl, you can hold it, i love it if you girls have a full bladder, because you girls fuck much better when you are needing to wee.“answered the man and did lead her in his sleeping room.
    „Sadist!!“ said the girl and went with him, because she wanted to get fucked.
    They did strip very fast and were lying in the bed.
    “Let me wee before. Please i need to go so bad.“ was the girl begging again.
    Her bladder was visible bulging out from her flat, slim belly.
    “No! No wee for you! Your body is so absolutely gorgeous, your body is made for love and it is also made for to get tortured.
    You would be the queen and the heroine in every sadomasochistic club, especially in a omorashi sadomasochistic club.“ said the man and pressed softly on the girls bulging bladder.
    “Oh no, don’t squeeze my bladder, i did not wee since 16 hours. Let me go, or fuck me, i can’t wait any longer.“ whined the girl.
    “I absolutely love to fuck you, but i love long foreplays and your full bladder will be my favorite sex toy!!!“  answered the guy and started to caress and massage her swollen abdomen.
     
     
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    Resch reacted to SecretPerson in Purrfect boy   
    “Please??”
    The human boy smirked down at the cat enby in front of him. Eli, the boy, was nearly a head shorter than Ezra, but he was still smirking down at them because the poor kitty was hunched over, paws shoved between their legs and tail twisted into a knot, desperately trying not to piss themself in the middle of the Target the two were standing in. Hours of desperate whining and tugging at Eli’s shirt had finally made the boy cave and bring them to the bathroom. It had been occupied, so the pair had waited outside the door, Ezra unable to stop pacing and Eli unable to stop grinning. When the bean inside had finally come out, Eli had grabbed Ezra by the paw and ordered them to wait another five minutes before going in. And despite what a good kitty they’d been today, now he was telling them he’d changed his mind, and wasn’t going to let them pee after all.
    “Oh my god, please,” they begged. One or two people were looking on curiously, but Ezra didn’t even notice. They grabbed Eli by the shirt collar, claws hooking into the fabric. Their demeanor was quickly turning sour, but it only made the boy’s smile wider. “Eli.”
    “Yes, my Ezra?”
    “I need to pee.”
    “Yes, and?”
    Their claws extended further, and their ears turned back, but Eli was unaffected by the menacing.
    “What’s the matter? Poor kitty can’t control their bladder?”
    They growled. The furious catby was standing still now, as they usually forced themself to do when they got angry. Their tail was puffed up like a Christmas tree. Eli made a mock-pouty face.
    “Poor baby,” he said. “Guess you just need to find a way to handle it.” He grabbed their paw and removed it from his collar, and began walking away from the toilet, pulling them along with him. Their other paw flew to their crotch, and as soon as it did, Eli added another comment – “idiot” – and Ezra hissed at him for it.
    As he dragged his fuzzy sub away from the restroom, Eli was acutely aware that his own bladder was quite full as well. He’d intended to pee after they did, but telling them “no” was so much fun that it had slipped his mind. Well, no, that was a lie – it was too urgent to slip his mind. He’d held it on purpose, because he wanted to tease Ezra by acting like he didn’t need to go, because he enjoyed the feeling of fullness and need, and because years of being Ezra’s hornyfriend – sometimes the dom, and sometimes the sub – had taught him that good things come to those who play with fire.
    And fire it was becoming. His bladder was decidedly not happy with his decision to put off peeing, and it was voicing its displeasure loudly inside his tum. He wondered how much longer he’d be able to hide it from Ezra. Already he was sorely tempted to grab between his legs… but then again, the poor kitty was a bit out of it at this point. He settled for putting his hand on the waistband of his pants and adjusting his belt, and then promised himself he wouldn’t show any more signs of needing to pee for the rest of the outing.
    “F…f…fuck!!” came the anguished voice of the kitty. They yanked their paw away from Eli, shoving it into their crotch along with the other as they twisted their legs into a knot. Their breathing was hard and rough, and tears were coming to their eyes.
    “Doing oka–?” Eli began to ask, but they were interrupted.
    “I can’t!! I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t, fuck, I can’t–” Ezra cried, and they launched out of their pretzel pose into a mad sprint back towards the bathroom.
    Eli thought about calling out, but didn’t. There was enough pain in the poor kitty’s voice to convince him that this was truly a hard limit, and that any attempt to delay them further would be vetoed with the safeword. He stared at their ass as they retreated, and began to follow. The bathroom door slammed shut just as he turned the corner. No one else was around, so he invited himself to stand outside and listen to their pissing. It would be quite the tease to his own bladder… and that was half the reason he wanted to do it. The stream began almost immediately, and sounded loud enough that it could have been the sink faucet, if not for the unmistakable aural quality of liquid splashing into liquid. His bladder twinged hard; his dick perked up a little; his smile became a mirthful grin. The splashing went on for almost a minute. Someone had to go.
    Finally the peeing stopped, the toilet flushed, the sink and the hand dryer ran, and Eli’s best friend emerged from the bathroom, tail between their legs – literally.
    “Sorry…” they said. “I… I had to pee.”
    Eli reached up and put his hand behind their ears, scritching them affectionately in their favorite spot. “Bad kitty~” he teased.
    Their countenance brightened at the scritching, but folded back up a little at his words. “Hhhh… s-sorry…” they said again.
    “That’s okay, cutie,” he said. The scritching continued, and turned into petting. “Next time you’ll wait forever?” he asked.
    “Next time I’ll wait forever,” they echoed.
    “Good kitty.” They exchanged a peck, joined hands, and made their way back into the store, Eli once again declining to drain his tank, despite its insistent demands that he deal with it now.
    The pair wandered around for a bit, the boy showering his cat friend with physical affection whenever the two were alone as a reward for holding so well, until eventually they came to the clothing section.
    “Hey,” he said to them. “Wanna try on some outfits? Maybe we can buy you something today. You know, for being such a good kitty.”
    “Sure!” they said. Trying on clothes, especially with Eli, was one of their favorite activities. Who doesn’t like feeling cute? They walked around and gathered a few candidate items, then convened in the changing area, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and ducked together into the same stall. Eli tossed his picks next to Ezra’s, sat down on the bench, crossed his legs, and gazed up at them blissfully. They leaned down and kissed him once more before beginning to undress.
    The first outfit was a pair of tight, high-waisted black shorts, the kind with multiple buttons, and an orange tank top that left nothing about their tum to the imagination. They spun around to give Eli a good look, which he took liberally. Next was a black sweater with a red stripe across the chest, paired with an unlikely twin: a pink, less-than-knee-length skirt, which they lifted up with a sly expression so that Eli could see their underwear – not that he wasn’t already seeing it every time they undressed to change, but somehow this was even hotter. Next was a striking, solid-white tux with a bright green tie, which Eli stood to straighten for them. Fourth was…
    “…hey…” Ezra said.
    Eli smirked up at them as they held the pink bikini in their hands. He uncrossed his legs and bent forward a bit. “Yes, cutie?”
    “Did you–” They looked at the door and lowered their voice to a whisper. “Did you pick this out just so I’d strip naked?”
    “Cutie,” he said, his hand unconsciously migrating back to his belt. “I can neither confirm nor deny these unfounded accusations.”
    They smirked. “Say yes and I’ll do it.”
    He grinned. “Yes.”
    “Thought so. Got you.” So their underwear came off, exposing their naked body entirely to their friend, and the pink bikini bottom went on. They handed the top to Eli so he could help them into it, and once he’d done so, he spun them around, took them by the shoulders, and looked at them the way a sculptor looks at a finished statue.
    “Gosh, you’re something,” he said. He slid his hands down their sides and rested them on their hips. “What a beautiful devil you are. Really.”
    They smirked again, and wrapped their paw around his head, petting his hair. “Someone feeling a bit horny?”
    “You could say that,” he said. He stepped in closer, pressing his body against his friend’s, crushing his bladder (but not caring). His tight jeans had already been giving him a hard time, and the extra pressure made it just impossible to stand still. So he grinded himself against them, pressing his crotch into their thigh, using it as a source of physical pleasure as well as a much-needed squeeze of his nethers. And their paw slid down and rubbed his back as they kissed the top of his head.
    And the next thing they knew, there was a loud knock at the door, and a voice snapping at them sharply. “Hey! You two had better get the hell out of that stall and scram, before we call security. Get changed and get out.”
    The noise startled Eli badly, and very nearly scared the piss out of him in the most literal way. He took a moment to compose himself and return to his usual state of unflappable calm.
    “Guess we’re caught,” he said to Ezra. He took the opportunity to smack their ass a few times. They probably wouldn’t be back in a pink bikini any time soon.
    “Guess so,” Ezra said. They pushed him away gently and hurried to change back into their normal clothes as he stared at them hungrily. His bladder was still giving him hella trouble, and he found his hands lingering in front of his crotch with the fingers intertwined. He decided it would be too difficult to try to remove them, and just hoped he wasn’t being too obvious.
    When Ezra was all dressed up again, the pair opened the door and slunk past the employee who had found them out, leaving the clothes behind in the stall. They made their way to the exit.
    Ezra slung their arm around Eli’s shoulders. “Hi,” they said.
    “Hi,” he replied. “Did you enjoy today’s session?”
    “I sure did, lovey,” they said. Their ears were perked all the way up, and their tail was swishing back and forth. Perhaps it had been a mistake to do something likely to get them worked up when his bladder was this full. He had meant to pee before they left, but circumstance had taken away his chance to do so. Whoops.
    “Something, uh… on your mind?”
    “Shh,” they said.
    Yeah, the jig was definitely up. Now it was just a matter of doing damage control. It was an hour-long trip back to his apartment, where the pair were heading next. Judging by the feeling in his bladder, that was about how long he had left. At this point he was pretty sure they wouldn’t let him get away with sneaking off to pee in the bushes. Their arm was gripping him tightly, pulling him into them, claws poking gently into his shoulder. He knew this mood. Possessiveness… the harbinger of torment. His heartrate picked up a little as they descended the stairwell down into the subway station, and he kept the best poker face he could as he tried to remember if he had enough detergent at home to run a heavy duty load of laundry tonight.
    Waiting for the train, Ezra stood on the platform near the yellow border, holding Eli’s hand tightly. Eli tried to stand next to them, but at this point standing still was so difficult for him that after just two minutes he gave up, let go of their hand, and went to go sit on one of the benches. They watched him, stared at him from a distance as he shyly refused to look back, then came over and sat beside him.
    “Is something on your mind?” they asked. Their mouth was just inches away from his ear; their tail curled around his body.
    “N-no,” he blurted out before he had a chance to think. As soon as he did think, he realized he’d made another mistake. The words came rushing back to him. Ezra had once made him write them out a hundred times over while he was on the verge of pissing his pants. There was nothing–
    “There’s nothing more pathetic than a liar,” Ezra said, a smug smirk plastered across their fuzzy face. They reached their paw around him and grabbed his arm again. “Do you need to pee, Eli?”
    He breathed. One lie was less bad then two. The best time to come clean is always now. “Y-yeah,” he said. “I kinda wanted to go before we left, but, well…”
    Ezra put their other paw on his chest and gazed into his eyes. “That’s not what you said the first time I asked.”
    His heartrate picked up even more, and the feeling of the pulse beating against their paw told him they could feel it too. And that in turn meant that his fate was probably sealed. The grinding had made them horny, and either the physical sensation of his tum had told them how full his bladder was or they had noticed his uncomfortable pose, and now their interest was piqued. He needed to pee badly, and with the spotlight of their attention shining directly on him, there was nothing he could do about it. They were a cat, and starting now, he was their mouse.
    “Maybe my lovey boy needs to drink some water,” they suggested. “I don’t believe you when you say you need to pee. You changed your story. Who’s to say it won’t change again? Maybe you’re just dehydrated.”
    “I… I think I’m good,” he mumbled, but he knew it was no use. They reached into his backpack and grabbed the one liter bottle inside. It had been meant for them; now he was sorely regretting bringing it along. They put it in his hands.
    “You’re making it so obvious that you’re uncomfortable,” Ezra said, looking at his legs. “Be a bit more subtle about it, would you?”
    “S-sorry,” he said. He crossed his ankles and pressed his knees together, hoping the tight posture would make a good enough substitute for the squirming and shifting he’d just been reprimanded for.
    “And get started on that water. I want it all gone by the time we get to your place.”
    He looked hopelessly at the water. There wasn’t room, and they knew it, but he knew who would win if he tried to argue with them in this state. He uncapped the bottle and threw back his head, drinking the first quarter of it in one go as Ezra’s claws held him firmly in place.
    “Good boy,” they said. “Purrfect boy. Keep doing what you’re told and I might consider going easy on you.”
    “Hhh…” Eli shivered involuntarily. The horniness from earlier was still there, but it had refocused itself from his friend’s body to his own situation. The sheer weight of the water in his stomach was making him need to pee even more, and suddenly it wasn’t feeling like he could last another hour…
    The train came, and the pair got on. Eli tried to find a seat, but Ezra led him forcefully over to a section where the seats were all taken, leaving him with no choice but to grab the handlebar and stand. He crossed his legs and tried to take his mind off the discomfort, but before his thoughts could wander far, Ezra tapped him on the shoulder, pointed at his lower half, and shook their head. He uncrossed his legs, looked desperately up at the ceiling, and tried to clear his mind.
    “– This is the 1-line, South, toward Angle Lake. –” said the announcer’s voice.
    And in his anxious state, it took a moment to register, but–
    “Wait,” Eli said. He looked at Ezra. “We’re on the wrong train.”
    “No we’re not.”
    “We are. My apartment is north of here. We have to get–” The doors closed, and the train started moving, and Eli sighed. Here came ten more minutes of travel he wasn’t expecting and probably couldn’t handle. “We have to get off at the next stop and turn around.”
    “Do we now.” It was a surprisingly firm non-question from someone who’d nearly been pissing their pants just an hour earlier.
    “We–” Eli began, and then remembered where he was, and who he was. “Um,” he said. “I-I mean, we don’t have to, i-it’s just, that, um…” Ezra was staring a hole through his head, and he trailed off.
    “How about you do a little less bitching about which train we’re on and a little more drinking the water you brought?” they suggested.
    “I, nng, sorry…” Eli breathed. He gripped the bottle and faced toward the window, perhaps in a subconscious attempt to conceal his face from any onlookers who had picked up on what was going with him. It was getting hard to hide. He stamped his foot on the ground gently and uncapped the bottle for another chug. As he drank, he felt Ezra’s paw come to rest on his butt. His face turned red, but he pushed through the embarrassment and focused on drinking the water down to a half-empty bottle.
    “You’re a purrfect boy,” Ezra said again when he had put it away. “A purrfect boy. That’s you.”
    “T-thank you,” he said.
    They put their arm around him again and pulled him into them, his shoulder digging into their chest. One hand gripped the handlebar; the other was squished between his body and theirs. He tried to wriggle it toward his crotch to give himself some relief, but he couldn’t manage to move it. It was stuck against their furry body.
    “You’re a purrfect boy,” they repeated. They were leaning in so that their mouth was inches from his ear. “But purrfect boys don’t pee. They don’t ever pee. You hear that? Purrfect boys don’t pee.”
    And they went on like that for minutes and minutes, repeating a dozen or so variations of their stance on purrfect boys over and over. Eli looked hopelessly out the window, shuffling his feet around on the ground as much as Ezra’s firm hold would allow and clenching his pelvic muscles like there was no tomorrow. The water couldn’t possibly have reached his bladder yet, but it felt like it had, crammed in there along with all the pee that had accumulated throughout the day, which he’d been holding back for hours now. Even without the extra volume on the way, it was starting to wear him down.
    Twenty minutes later, they reached the end of the line: “– Next stop: Angle lake. Doors to my left. This is the last stop. All passengers must deboard at this time. –” Ezra led Eli onto the platform and sat him down on one of the benches. He crossed his legs and began grinding his thighs together.
    “How’s my lovey boy doing?” they asked him after the crowd had cleared a bit.
    “Hhh, I… I… I need to, g-go to the bathroom,” he answered. His forehead was shiny with a thin layer of sweat.
    “Awww,” Ezra cooed. Their ears were fully perked up. “You’re not gonna let something stupid and petty like that cause you so much grief, are you?”
    “Hhh, sorry, i-it’s just… I really need to pee, I… I wanna go.”
    They shook their head. “Sorry, handsome. If you wanted to pee, you shouldn’t have lied to me. You’d be a lot closer to home right now if you had told me the truth.” And then they smirked. “Idiot.”
    He grimaced. “C-can I use a public bathroom?”
    “No.”
    By now the water did seem to be reaching his bladder. His tum was painfully taut and tense, and he was rocking back and forth as Ezra cuddled him. The northbound train pulled into the station a few minutes later, and Eli tried to stand up, but the catby wouldn’t let him move.
    “T-the train is here, come on, we gotta get on…”
    “Again with the demands,” Ezra said flatly.
    “Nnnnngggg,” Eli said, looking despairingly up at the sky. “Ezra, fuck, I gotta go. Please can we get on the train? Please?”
    “Nope,” they said. “Not until you finish your water.”
    He threw his backpack to the ground, yanked the zipper open, seized the water bottle, uncapped it, and began chugging. If he could finish it fast enough, there would still be time to board before–
    Shk! The doors slid shut, and the train began rolling out of the station. He lowered the bottle for a breathing break, looked forlornly at the departing train, then went ahead and chugged the rest.
    “T-there,” he said. “I drank the liter. Okay? Can I pee soon?”
    They smirked. “You can pee when we get to your place. How’s that sound?”
    He looked around helplessly. The next train would be ten or fifteen minutes.
    “Shouldn’t be a problem for a boy with a bladder as big as yours, right? Purrfect boy.”
    “But it’s full,” he protested. “I told you, I… I need to pee…”
    “Too bad.” And this time, there wasn’t even a follow-up. Too bad. That was that.
    So the pair waited for the train, and waited, and waited. Much to his discomfort, it took more like twenty-five minutes. The excruciating wait only made him worse off with each minute, and towards the end of it, he was losing his ability to sit still. By the time the announcer’s voice declared an inbound train coming in two minutes, the boy was constantly wriggling around and scissoring his legs in the least elegant, least rhythmic way possible, making it plainly obvious to anyone who looked at him that he really had to go, and wasn’t just dancing to music or fanning himself or some such. When it pulled up, Eli let go of Ezra’s paw, dashed on board, and made a beeline for the back where nobody would see him squirm. He sat down in the window seat and Ezra sat down beside him, locking him in, their hips pressed up against his. He slid a hand between his legs and squeezed himself hard.
    “Purrfect boys don’t grab themselves like that, lovey boy,” Ezra told him. They wrapped their tail around his torso and tickled his hand with it.
    “I… I can’t-t… ggggghhhhhh….” he groaned, and removed his hand, only to shove it into his pocket a moment later, trying to accomplish the same thing at a discount. It didn’t do much. He was still desperate to pee.
    It would be over an hour from here until their destination, which was nearly the northernmost stop. Panic was starting to set in. He definitely did not have that much time left anymore. The train left the station, and Ezra began coddling and caressing him again. Their paw found its way to his tum; he flinched and twisted away from it, partly because he was ticklish there, and partly because it felt like any pressure at all would make him wet himself. He tried to signal to Ezra with his eyes to be more gentle, but they weren’t having it. The cat scooted in closer, crushing the boy against the wall as his bladder pulsed and throbbed inside of him. The situation was spiraling out of control.
    Twenty minutes passed, and over the course of that time, Eli’s self-control and dignity slowly died out. First his hands came back to his crotch and refused to stay away, even when he tried repeatedly to remove them, and even when Ezra repeatedly reminded him that he wasn’t allowed to. Then his voice began to crack when he spoke, and grunts and groans of pain began to escape him. Finally the squirmy virus his legs had caught spread to the rest of his body, and he began writhing around in his seat like an inchworm. He looked around the traincar and saw dozens of people who might notice him and start staring at any moment. He looked out the window and saw that they were less than halfway to where they were going. He looked at Ezra and saw the same horny smirk they’d been wearing ever since leaving Target. He ran a light brown hand through his dark red hair, trying to reassure himself, but succeeded only in wiping off some of the sweat.
    Another ten minutes passed, and any semblance of control he’d once possessed was gone. Both hands were jammed firmly between his legs, his knees were twisting and untwisting every thirty seconds, his breath was audibly shaky, and his eyes were squeezed shut. Anybody who happened to look at him would instantly know he was having a pee emergency. He could barely hold it. And Ezra was whispering in his ear again: “Purrfect boy. You’re a purrfect boy. Such a well-behaved, purrfect good boy. Purrfect boy.”
    Finally he looked up at them with tears in his eyes.
    “Ezra?”
    “Yes?”
    He sniffled. “I need to pee.”
    They smiled kindly. Now it was their turn to understand. Eli wasn’t going to make it home.
    “Want to get off at the next stop?”
    “…yes…”
    They nodded. The frantic, uncontrolled squirming continued until the train rolled to a stop. When the doors opened, he dashed out of his seat and ran out onto the platform, looking back and forth wildly for a bathroom. There was none in sight, so he made a dash up the stairs, hand jammed into his crotch, and – thankfully – found one there. A unisex bathroom. He ran inside, slammed the door shut, and began frantically undoing his pants, first the button and then the–
    –first the button, then–
    –then the–

    But when Eli gripped the fly with his sweaty, slippery, trembling fingers and tried to pull it down, it wouldn’t come. His damp eyes welled over with tears, wetting his cheeks. The zipper couldn’t be that stuck, but his bladder was burning to release, and it was becoming clear that he wouldn’t be able to hold it until he could get it free. Having been so close to relief, going back to the waiting stage was simply impossible. The pee was already spurting out uncontrollably into his jeans. He yanked at the fly, desperately trying to get it down before he pissed himself completely, but to no avail. Each failed tug left him wetter. When four or five spurts had come out, he switched strategies and began trying to tear his pants off without bothering with the fly, but they wouldn’t budge. The fit was just too tight, and it was too late anyway; he was having an accident. The pee streamed down his legs, soaking his butt, thighs, and ankles, and finally his shoes.
    When he was done peeing, he stood still for a minute or two, coming to terms with the fact that he’d just peed his pants in public, completely unintentionally. It had been a while since that had happened.
    Finally there was a knock at the door.
    It was Ezra.
    They smiled at him, their ears upright and relaxed. “Whoops,” they said. “Guess you didn’t make it?”
    “The zipper was stuck…” he said.
    Ezra stepped in and pulled the boy into a hug, ignoring the fact that the contact was getting their pants wet too.
    “It’s all right, my lovey boy,” they said. “You’re a very good boy. We’ll get you cleaned up as soon as we’re home. You can borrow my hoodie to cover up until then. Are you all right?”
    He couldn’t speak, but he nodded into their chest. Their paw came to the back of his head to hold him as he cried.
    “You’re a purrfect boy,” they said again. “A purrfect boy.”
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    Resch reacted to OrionsBelt in A Prince's Quest for a Bulging Bride   
    Welcome to our next installment! Sorry for the delay, got some personal stuff going on but hopefully I should be back on track with more inspiration!
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    The third day! Both Sonya and Cecilia awoke with nagging needs in their bladders. Cecilia could feel her abdomen had ballooned quite a bit since yesterday, her kidneys working overdrive as she tried to get the thought of a wee out of her mind as she swung her nude legs out of bed. Sonya similarly had quite a bit of urgency in her nether’s as she badly needed a trip to the privy. She gripped herself, just for a moment, to maintain control of her pressing piss tank.
    Both the girls went to breakfast trying to subdue their needs. Waiting in the banquet hall was yet another feast for all the dignitaries of the castle, and plenty of milk, juice, and water to go along. Cecilia and Sonya drank 3 liters of milk each, along with 2 liters of juice and another 3 liters of water. Sonya held her lady’s etiquette to the highest regard, refusing to turn down a beverage offered to her to be polite. Cecilia didn’t have a choice, if she were to be the prince’s bride, she would have to gulp down whatever was offered to her
    Today was a stormy day in the kingdom, and sheets of water pelted the castle. The pitter-patter of rain had quite the mental effect on the two girls, Sonya not daring to look out the windows and Cecilia twitching her leg often at the sound of the raindrops.
    Nevertheless, the lunch and supper bell came round, much too soon for Sonya and Cecilia. And another 12 liters of juice, water, and beer for each lady; 5 for lunch, and 7 for supper.
    Cecilia addressed her prince after supper had concluded.
    “My prince… I feel very full with piss… How much longer should I have to wait to prove my worth to you?”
    “As long as I wish. I will tell you when I am satisfied with your capabilities. Your instructions are still very clear: Hold onto your need and do not let out a single drop while you drink everything that is put in front of you.”
    “Yes, my prince…”
    Cecilia agonizingly clutched herself just for a moment. The waistband of her tights were well and truly digging into her bladder. Taking them off for bed was quite the reprieve she needed upon residing in her bedchamber for the evening. However, the removal of her tights caused the bulge in her abdomen to extend, unimpeded. The liquid sloshed down to her urethra and she could feel an ocean of piss rush towards the exit. She had to plug her urethra by digging her hand in her undergarments to prevent a drop from saturating them.
    Sonya in the meantime looked desperately for some sort of access to a chamberpot, yet the castle was designed to have no public privies and that guests would be encouraged to use the privy in their quarters. Sonya’s assigned privy was sadly the one that she had access to throughout the castle all to herself, but ironically, couldn’t be accessed due to a jam.
    Sonya restlessly wrangled her nightgown on as she squirmed and fidgeted in the process of putting it on.
    “Dear me… I have to piss like no tomorrow!... I can hold it though… A lady like myself would not be caught dead stumbling like this… And everyone knows a lady would hold any restroom urges to herself until she reaches a private place to relieve herself… I can hold it… I-I hope.”
    Both girls had to contend with bladders the size of cantaloupes in their abdomens as they tried to find the peace to sleep.
     
    * * *
    The fourth day came and was much more pleasant. The sun was warm and casted it's rays throughout the kingdom. The Prince invited Cecilia and Sonya for a carriage ride throughout the various towns and villages in the kingdom. However, Cecilia and Sonya would first bear another 9 liters each for breakfast.
    The weather was certainly pleasant and smooth, but the carriage could not share that characteristic. The roads and patches were winding and bumping, jostling around Cecilia and Sonya and their bladders. They discreetly tried to clutch themselves and stow their bladders. But each bump and twist in the road bounced and sloshed the raging bladder bulges in their abdomens. Prince Barone was obviously quite aware of Cecilia's condition, but not so much of Sonya's. She did a decent job of barricading her piss hole and avoiding the typical mannerisms of one who is bursting for a hissing piss.
    At one point the prince left the carriage to talk to the driver after a particularly nasty bump, leaving Cecilia and Sonya by themselves in the carriage, anxiously nursing their burdens.
    "Ohhhhhhhh…~"
    "Are you alright?"
    Cecilia straightened up, slightly embarrassed that she had been caught moaning to her plight.
    "Yes, I'm alright… If I could be honest, I'm busting for a wee."
    "I know what you mean…" Sonya said under her breath.
    "Hmm? What was that?"
    "Oh, nothing, just… er, I understand how you mean, I'm not in too dissimilar a state."
    Sonya would never, ever typically discuss her need to urinate with anyone else, but she found Cecilia to be trustworthy and misery loves company, allegedly.
    "Ohhhh, you could go for a piss as well?"
    "Shhh! Not so loud! Someone could hear you!" Sonya displayed a beet red face of embarrassment as she motioned for Cecilia to tone down her voice.
    Cecilia scoffed. "There's nothing awry about talking about our needs. Everyone has to go!"
    Sonya stammered over Cecilia's brazenness. "I… I er, reserve that such topics are too raunchy for my tastes."
    "Maybe for your stuffy noble peers, however I reserve that we are just two ladies with the same need, and I quite enjoy striking up a conversation with someone I have something in common with."
    Sonya considered Cecilia's proposal, as her bladder sent a pulse and a shiver up her spine.
    "I do as well, plus, a conversation will help take the edge off and distract me until we return to the castle."
    "See? I was just thinking that! We might see more eye-to-eye than you think, Sonya!"
    Sonya giggled before being hit with a strong pang from her bladder that forced her to clutch her undergarments.
    "Oooo… my world for an empty chamberpot!"
    Coincidentally, Cecilia felt a similar lurch from her own abdomen that forced her to bend forward. 
    "You and me both…" She said clenching her teeth.
    The two ladies shared a brief chat as they took turns clenching, squirming, and straining as they shared their need along with their company.
    "I've never had to go this bad in a long, long time…" Sonya whimpered through clenched teeth and an even more clenched pussy.
    "Oh yeah? When was the last time you used the pot?" Cecilia asked with hands in her crotch, rather brazenly.
    Sonya grew flushed. As open as she has been with Cecilia, Sonya would rather die than tell the truth of how she has been holding her waters for more than four days.
    "This morning, just before breakfast… I guess I must have overdone it on the milk and juice… How about you? You seem very full yourself…" Sonya lied convincingly enough.
    Cecilia hesitated. She had just put herself in an awkward position with the question she just asked. Part of her deal with Prince Barone was to keep a tight pair of lips about her little contest. Rumors can spread around the kingdom but having an insider of the castle witness and knowing of Cecilia's burden for the Prince could lead to complications. However, Cecilia is an honest woman, and not one to lie.
    "Ohhhh… Id say about three, almost four days now?" She said almost casually.
    Sonya was taken aback. Mostly by surprise that Cecilia had held her waters almost exactly as long as she had.
    "Oh my goodness! Whatever made you abstain from release for so long? Surely you must have had access to a chamberpot by now!"
    Cecilia continued to try to play it cool.
    "I er, like to challenge myself. Going days without relieving my bladder is quite exhilarating, I suppose!"
    Sonya gave a light nod in agreement. She didn't want to admit it but she found that this prolonged abstinence of a pisspot to be rather exciting. Perhaps the thought of being on the verge of pissing herself seemed so out of character for her it was something new and unique to indulge in, especially now that she had someone to confide it to.
    The faint steps of the Prince soon could be heard outside the carriage as Cecilia and Sonya scrambled to make themselves a bit more presentable, stowing hands away from their pussies and uncrossing twisted legs in an effort to look more natural and relaxed.
    Prince Barone opened the door and addressed the two ladies.
    "Sorry about that. It looks like the wheel has been damaged, we've called for another carriage to take us straight back to the castle. Everything okay with you two?"
    The pair of ladies gave happy, albeit a bit strained, replies of agreement. On truth, they were not quite as alright as they made it out to be. Sonya's bladder ached and swelled with need as she tried to maintain posture and appearance. Cecilia was bloated beyond compare, her undergarments straining to keep her bulging gargantuan piss tank contained.
     
    * * *
    While the three waited for their replacement carriage to take them back to the castle, they sat down for a small lunch. Some nicely prepared sandwiches and snacks were enjoyed, along with plenty of fluids to hydrate on the warm Summer's afternoon. 5 liters were offered to Cecilia and Sonya, which were graciously consumed. The pair eyed each other up knowing each other's predicament. They were able to notice each other's restrained squirms and slight aches and moans that they could barely conceal as they shifted themselves trying to find a shred of relief.
    Soon their relief transportation arrived, a smaller carriage, where all three of the travelers had to squish together to fit on the single seat, rubbing together, daring not to make movement that would suggest a desperate need to use the chamberpot: Sonya out of shame, and Cecilia out of Barone's request not to reveal their little game.
    The ride was hardly comfortable for the two bursting girls, but they luckily made it back to the castle with dry undergarments and their bladders bursting just the same. Just in time for supper, no less.
    Another great feast was had with plenty of meat, bread, and the tastiest beer and wine. Of which Cecilia and Sonya each drank a respectable 8 liters. They may have had bladders of steel, but they weren't immune to the effect of alcohol. Their heads spun and their kidneys worked overtime with the delicious and intoxicating effects of alcohol.
    Sonya was worse for wear from the beverages, and retired early for the evening. She strained to get herself into her nightgown which was now beyond tight on her body. Her being inebriated made it even harder. Eventually she cursed and gave up, slumping into bed completely nude clutching her groin as she went out cold.
    Cecilia was still coherent despite clearly being drunk. As the night progressed after the feast her poor abdomen bloated even further to the point where her undergarments were ruined, not from any leakage, but to the point of being stretched where they could no longer be worn normally.
    Before retiring to bed in the late evening she met with Prince Barone.
    “M-my prince, how much longer will you have me hold my bladder? It’s been more than one hundred hours since I last relieved myself, surely my bladder should be the biggest and most capacious of anyone in the kingdom!”
    Cecilia had a point, she had been holding for more than four days at this point. The Prince was more than impressed with Cecilia’s holding ability and would be elated to make her his bride. However Barone was hard pressed to see just what Cecilia’s limit could be. Perhaps she could hold for days? Weeks? …Months?!?
    Luckily Cecilia was under his control so he would get to see the exact moment Cecilia’s bladder would burst. He was certainly enjoying himself.
    “I’m sorry Cecilia, I have to be absolutely sure. You have done well, but you must hold your piss until I am satisfied with your ability to hold.” Prince Barone said softly, whisping a soft kiss on Cecilia’s cheek.
    Cecilia was beside herself with the pressure and strain holding such a gargantuan bladder placed on her body, but it would be completely worth it to be the bride of Prince Barone. She was smitten with his looks and personality. And of course, the idea of being royalty would allure anyone in the kingdom to the lap of luxury that comes with the title.
    Cecilia nodded through gritted teeth before the pair wished each other goodnight. In her room, Cecilia began to undress after a long day. She exhaled a deep breath as she pulled down her leggings after undoing her modest Summertime dress. Her bloated urine-filled belly immediately ballooned out and sloshed with ferocity. Cecilia looked down and cradled her bladder bulge that dwarfed her large breasts. She couldn’t even see her feet anymore looking down from a standing position. She could relax just a little bit now being nude and free from the restraints of clothing. All this effort it takes lugging her bulging burden exhausted her, and she quickly unwound into a deep sleep, clutching her nethers as she dozed off into dreams of piss. However, she imagined being spooned by Prince Barone, caressing her body and her bladder bulge (while she was actually caressing herself) and was a bit more at peace as she wriggled and squirmed herself to sleep.
     
    * * *
    (This part contains lactation denial. Reader discretion is advised.)
    Outside the castle, in the pitch black field, the royal stable still had it's lights on. In there was Mary, in a large stable for herself, with plenty of hay, food and water. Mary was clutching herself, groaning and mooing softly. As per the Prince's request, he was to supervise Mary's outings into the field as well as milk her, neither of which had occurred since the Prince took ownership of her. Mary had simply slipped the Prince's mind with everything going on in the castle as of late. Mary cooed as she reached her crotch around her swollen udders and massaged her nethers. Her udders were bulging with milk and exhibited pressure on Mary as her dairy bag weighed on her below her stomach and on top of a bulging, needing bladder. As Sonya said, Mary was a productive cow, so she was quick to needing to be milked. In fact, if she were to be milked any less than three times a day she would start to feel uncomfortable. And now, she was two days into her stay and had yet to be milked once. She hadn't even released her bladder since arriving at the castle, feeling far too uncomfortable to urinate in her own stable, and looked all day longingly at the wide open field as her bladder ached and her urethra pulsed with need.
    (Where is my master?...) Mary thought to herself.
    (I need to be milked so badly... And I need to wee as well... Oooooh~...)
    Mary mooed softly as she had no choice but to retreat to a comfortable haypile to get some rest, fidgeting and holding herself and massaging her udders with the anticipation of a long milking and a well needed pee under the supervision of her master.
     
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    Sandra Wilton Horn Finally has a Chance to Poop
    Sandra had no real plan as she exited the bathroom, leaving the clogged toilet and the sink-peeing girl behind. She had to get back to Holly first so she didn’t leave her in the store, and then somehow figure out another way of relieving herself. Maybe she could find another public toilet somewhere, or even an alleyway… Sandra bit her lip and shook her head. No, there was no way she could stick her ass out and take a dump in some random alley. It was unthinkable. Even so, the pressure was tremendous and Sandra just wanted relief.
    The queue was in disarray as Sandra made her way past it, and somehow seemed to have gotten longer since Sandra had first entered. Several desperate and distressed women were discussing what had happened, many looking around to try and find some alternative place of relief after realizing this one was no longer functional. At the end of the line, Sandra found Holly. The poor girl was in a half-squat and massaging her stomach.
    “Heyy… Holly.” When Sandra addressed her, Holly quickly straightened out and tried to stand normally. It was only half-successful.
    Sandra sighs, then it becomes a full-on groan instead. “The toilet got clogged, and I’m absolutely bursting.” This really wasn’t the time for pretenses.
    “Oh… oh no. What should we d-do?” Holly was still standing straight, but swaying subtly back and forth while keeping her hand on her stomach. It seemed that Holly was mostly past her pretense as well, even if she wasn’t fully admitting her need yet. Her cheeks suddenly go flush as a squeaky fart pops out of her. Without saying a word, one hand shoots back to cup her ass.
    “We have to find some other toilet or… something. I’m genuinely at my limit here, I’m going to have an accident if we don’t.” Sandra was clenching her cheeks, hard. Holly was stepping in place, looking around worriedly.
    The pair headed outside, both writhing as they looked around for anyplace that might have toilet for them to use. They tried going into a few establishments and checking around, but nothing. Sandra felt like she had a broken record playing inside her head, but it really was beyond the pale that toilet access was this bad that two girls filled with poop literally couldn’t find anywhere at all.
    Sandra’s condition was ebbing and flowing, and often she needed to stop and renew her efforts as a particularly strong urge hit her. Many times when this happened she would turtlehead too, her underwear had to be in a pretty bad state at this point. At least it was never fully coming out, its girth seemed to be helping prevent it from gliding out so easily. Sandra felt like she was going crazy from the sensation of her anus being forced open, and closed over and over.
    Holly was in an even worse state though. Since exiting the store, her already compromised composure had rapidly declined and she was now a total mess. The girl would pant and hyperventilate, massage her belly, grab her own ass, squirm and twist around. Holly had turned into the most productive fart factory Sandra had ever heard too, she was glad she wasn’t walking behind her. Maybe the girl’s desperation had simply spilled over the edge just now, or perhaps she had been this desperate for a long time and it all came crashing down as soon as she stopped trying to hide it. Regardless of what was really happening, Sandra didn’t think she had seen anyone put on this kind of show of poo desperation in her life.
    They kept looking. They saw a public toilet near the city square, but it was only a single barely-covered urinal. Taking a shit there was out of the question, even if there hadn’t been a queue to use the thing. Inside a café, there was perhaps the single most absurd toilet queue Sandra had ever seen, with staff trying their best to manage the many desperate individuals who were taking up so much space inside the establishment. There was no way.
    Sandra was desperate to shit out of her mind, and she had to imagine it was the same for Holly. It was only a matter of time before one of them cracked. And before they could find any kind of free toilet, it happened. Holly gasped. If was far from subtle or subdued, this was a genuine gasp of pain like she had been hit. She had been farting like crazy for a bit, but it seemed to have stopped temporarily. Sandra turned around to see Holly doing puppy dog eyes, while letting a huge one rip. There was something very pitiable to all this, this girl was practically begging her without saying a word and barely even in control of her own body.
    “I-I-I c-c-an’t h-hold it any m-more. Oooh…” She whines while frantically massaging her stomach. “Ah…” She pauses, squatting down to sit on her heel. Sandra watches on while unsure what to do. This may very well be an accident in progress. A soft squeak of gas pushes through onto the pavement, as Holly gently sobs on the ground while trying to delay the inevitable. “Ah!” The girl screams, then quickly rises up again. Her body contorts into a pretzel as she dances around, moving in an almost animalistic fashion. Then she darts off. Sandra follows.
    They come up to something halfway like an alleyway. Holly is already carefully checking inside. It’s really, really obvious what she’s planning. It’s also, well, it’s not a very good alleyway to take a shit in if such a thing even exists. It’s too wide, and there is not enough cover in there. Just a flimsy ladder and a small box. A girl would be relatively exposed to both ends of open street.
    “I-I know this is crazy, but please stand g-guard for m- ugh!” She grunts and lets out another thunderous fart. There seemed to be no end to the amount of gas that girl was storing inside. Maybe she had tried so hard to keep it all in and it had accumulated over time.
    Sandra gave the alley a suspicious stare. She wasn’t even sure pooping there was preferable to having an accident, there would be such a risk of getting caught. Holly was already starting to hobble inside though. Sandra grit her teeth. Helping Holly would have to take priority for now – the girl was clearly beyond herself with desperation – but she couldn’t help but curse her sister for not being able to deal with this on her own.
    A few moments later there’s a second fart echoing throughout the alleyway. Sandra awkwardly coughs and steps in place. Then, she looks back, partly to check whether Holly was able to squat down in time, and partly to see how obscured Holly would be to anyone passing by.
    The answer was Holly wasn’t covered at all, at least not from Sandra’s angle. There basically wasn’t any privacy whatsoever, Sandra could see the whole double moons of Holly’s ass, fully parted with the head of a girthy poop-snake poking out into the crisp air. The girl was peeing too, creating small gouts of steam on the ground as it came out and heated up the surroundings. In fact the pee was coming out quite fiercely, betraying the fact that Holly may have needed to go both ways. Her emission of waste was accompanied by several toots, as well as hearty moans of relief. Her first log was now peeking out more and more, and would probably be descending very soon. Sandra turned back while giving her own ass a thorough squeeze.
    Sandra was stepping in place, trying to ignore any and all sounds coming from within the alley while also doing her best as a lookout. Fortunately, nobody had been walking by so far. If someone walked past the alleyway and paid it any attention whatsoever, they would immediately realize what Holly was doing in there. And if they happened to even glance inside, they would get the entire show. Sandra was semi-squatting, sticking her ass out a little while keeping her cheeks clenched harder than a metal bunker door. She wanted to poop so badly, and standing around like this was making it way worse. She desperately wanted to take Holly’s place after the girl had finished, but she was held back by the knowledge of how exposed it would be. She bit her lip as the contents her overstuffed bowels fought for freedom. If Holly was getting away with it maybe she could too…
    She badly tenses as a fart forces her way out of her system. Sandra hadn’t been having any gas for a while now, and this truly felt like the very last of it becoming dislodged and displaced. There is some immediate relief of pressure, but Sandra quickly enters a cold sweat as her the contents of her bowels readjust and reposition. Her stomach hurt like hell, and the fart had forced her anus right open too. She whined all while doing her best to control herself until the cramping passed.
    Out of the corner of her eye, Sandra saw a car headed towards her position. A few cars had driven by already, but they hadn’t really been too much of a concern. While a passenger might see something they shouldn’t if they were looking towards the alleyway just as they passed by, the main road was just far enough away that Sandra thought she would block visibility from where she was standing watch. However, this car was slowing down. Sandra quickly shot a glance back towards Holly. The poor girl’s ass was still out and in the middle of releasing a thick log of dung onto the freshly formed heap. There was no time for a warning. Sandra’s stomach cramp had luckily passed, but she was still bursting at the seams with how badly her own butt wanted its release – and the back alley view wasn’t helping either.
    The car starts to pull up just in front of the alleyway entry, and this is when Sandra starts to really panic. What were they doing, had they seen Holly from the road? That shouldn’t have been possible, despite how exposed Holly was down there, visibility from where the car had approached from was nonexistent. And even if they had, surely nobody would go as far as to stop and brazenly gawk at a girl taking a dump, right? Were they pulling up for some unrelated reason? What was Sandra supposed to say to them to make them go away or not notice Holly?
    These thoughts all flashed through Sandra’s mind, but less than a second later she finally caught the crucial detail she had been missing. This was her aunt’s car. It was a fairly anonymous-looking vehicle, so Sandra hadn’t realized it right away. Now that it was close though, Sandra was certain of it and this truth was fully confirmed as she saw Chloe in the front passenger seat, and her sister in the back. Audrey was lowering the window and waving to her as the car pulled up next to her.
    Audrey quickly gets out of the car and approaches Sandra. Her dad gives her a shout from the driver’s seat “Your folks are in a rush Audrey, we can’t afford a slowdown, you know.” Audrey gives a nod back while approaching Sandra. She leans in conspiratorially, speaking quickly. “I think I basically understand what’s going on here.” She subtly motions towards the alley with Holly. “Okay probably not but there’s no time to explain, right? I’ll tag in, you get in the car before anyone realized what’s happening.”
    Sandra is too flabbergasted to take in this sudden situation, but getting away from here and handing over responsibility of Holly to her sister seemed like an improvement to what she was doing. Her sister whispers to her again. “What are you doing? Go!” Sandra runs away to get into the car.
    In the back passenger seats are both Emelie and Anelie, mom and aunt. Both are wearing rather pained and uncomfortable expressions and seemed quite rigid in their body language. Anelie, who was sitting closest to Sandra, kept one leg crossed above the other in the tight space. It seemed neither of them had gotten the opportunity for relief after Chloe had done her number on the apartment bathroom. Chloe was sitting in the front passenger seat, with Sandra’s dad at the wheel.
    “So what’s going on?” Sandra does her best to grind her bottom into the car seat as she sits down, which does offer some temporarily alleviation. Her ass genuinely felt like it was going to blow up, but at least there was constant counterpressure in the opposite direction now. Anelie gives her a pained smile. “Me and Emmy are absolutely bursting dear, so we decided to head on over to use the toilet in our hotel room.” The family apartment was a little too small to host everyone once the entire family came over, so Chloe and Anelie was staying at a nearby hotel for the duration. Stefan interjects from the driver’s seat. “Audrey saw you on the street and said we ought to pick you up since you’re carrying groceries.” Sandra was not, in fact, carrying any groceries, but she was not about to contradict this. “Where did Holly go anyway, wasn’t she with you?”
    “Ah, yeah…” Sandra thinks for an excuse while squirming against the car seat. “She wanted to make an errand, so we split up for a bit. I was waiting on her to meet back up again…” There’s another sudden spike in bottom pressure, causing Sandra to push herself even harder against the seat. “I, er, I told Audrey, so she’ll be meeting with her instead.”
    “I see. Good timing on the swap, then. Audrey and Holly can come over later.” The topic being brushed aside suited Sandra just fine, since it meant less improvised lies. She would need to send Audrey a message later though so she’d get caught up on the current cover story. “Yeah, that sounds- gh! -good.” A hard push from inside against her ass reminds Sandra of the dire situation she herself was in.
    She took a moment to recover, though nobody seemed to be paying her much mind. Miraculously, she was actually headed towards a toilet since entering the car. This was an incredible stroke of luck, but she still needed to actually make it there. Her mom and aunt were both squirming around like crazy, so it did seem likely Sandra would have to wait for the two of them after they all arrived. Still, the hotel- Sandra’s bum gives her some grief as her anus starts to creep open and tries to let something out. She has to strain and clench to make it go back inside- still, the hotel was close to where they were. As long as Sandra could hold out for just a little bit longer, she would be able to poop on a toilet. Finally. Finally finally finally. Oh, oh how she wanted to do that so badly. Her stomach hurt, her ass hurt, she was in a state of constant discomfort and needed relief so bad.
    There is a soft brrrt emanating, unmistakably, from Anelie just right over from where Sandra was sitting. “Oh dear… I’m sorry I just have to go so so bad…!” Anelie emphasizes the end of her sentence in a singsong manner, but there is genuine panic in her voice and her body language indicates she is doing her hardest to hold on. She was clearly being double-teamed too, as with one hand she was digging into her crotch and the other was clutching her behind. She was wearing a long skirt over leggings, which seemed to make physically holding herself in the car a greater challenge than it would have been otherwise.
    The car comes to a stop. “Shit!” Stefan honks in frustration, causing both Anelie and Emelie to flinch. “Don’t… do that.” Sandra’s mother hadn’t spoken much, but it was clear she was deadly serious. “God, sorry, I wasn’t thinking.” Stefan sighs. “Traffic is a bit blocked up. Just hold on, okay? We’ll be there in a flash as soon as we start moving again.”
    Sandra thought she heard someone whine and turned to check on the two other women sharing the back of the car with her. Emelie was crossing one leg over another, swapping intermittently, while trying to keep her seatbelt from digging into her stomach. Meanwhile, Anelie looked rough. She was breathing hard, squirming beyond what the limited space in the car would even support, and red in the face.
    “Hah, hahh…! I can’t hold it, I can’t… I’m going to wet myself, no no no no no-!” Anelie speaks very quickly, with an erratic rhythm. “Wait, now?! Just try and hold on a little lo-” “I can’t! It’s coming out, hurry hurry give me something to pee in!” Stefan and Chloe both frantically search the front seats before handing Anelie a plastic bottle. Meanwhile, she is already undressing. In lowering her leggings and hitching her skirt up, Anelie is finally able to properly apply pressure to her bottom bits, front and back. Anelie was now squirming and clutching herself in just her panties, while waiting for the receptable to be passed. Sandra was glad she didn’t have to pee at the moment, as Anelie got into position by lowering her panties and putting the bottle between her legs. She didn’t envy her mom, who was facing away looking through the window. Maybe if Anelie and Emelie both relieved themselves before they even arrived, Sandra could be the first to use the toilet? A fart from Anelie, now leaving her totally nude butt and hitting the seat below her, reminds Sandra that things weren’t so simple.
    “Ohhh…” Anelie starts peeing soon after she gets the bottle in place, and her release accompanied with a throaty sigh of relief. However, this is short-lived as she suddenly lets out a thunderous fart. The dainty little toots she had been letting out before had been nothing by comparison, this one probably slipped out because she had relaxed when peeing. She groans and immediately stops peeing. Then she groans again. And again. “Oh no oh god, I’m about to take a shit on the seat. Oh god, oh god, I can’t stop it. I need a plastic bag or-” Another “pfffrt!” rings out. As Anelie is leans forwards, and her skirt is pushed above her ass, Sandra catches of glimpse of her turtle-head peeking out behind. It was already touching the seat below.
    “Wait wait wait, you can’t mean-” Stefan interjects while Chloe searches the space around her shotgun seat. Even with the sideview, Sandra can tell Anelie’s buttcheeks are maximally clenched and tense as she tries her hardest to not drop an entire pile on the car seat. “Yes! I. Need. To. Shit. Now! And I’m going to do it whether I want to or not, so please…!” Traffic is starting to move again after the short delay. “I can’t really look for anything right now, I’m driving! Chloe, can you find anything? Sandra, did you have a shopping bag that you can empty?”
    “I-” Sandra is cut off by a pained moan from Anelie, coupled with another fart that pushed her tail out another half an inch. It was starting to become very noticeable even from the side. It was thick, too, but despite that was clearly forcing itself out every moment Anelie wasn’t giving it her all to hold it back. It seemed she was past the point of no return now, she needed something to poop into immediately or she would shit in the seat. There was no other alternative. Anelie’s legs were shaking and a squirt of pee forced itself out into the bottle. Time was running out for her.
    “I found a bag!” Chloe quickly hands it back, first to Anelie who desperately shakes her head given her entirely occupied hands, then Sandra. “P-please, Sandra hurry and put it under me!” Sandra unfurls the balled-up bag, and holds it out under Anelie’s quivering bottom.
    “Oh…” The heavy log of poop drops from her ass pretty much instantly, and she resumes her pee then and there as well. Sandra was trying her best not to be taken in by the suggestive imagery as the bag became heavier and heavier as it took in more and more of the load. Sandra tried to raise the bag a little so she wouldn’t have to see the poop drop down, but she could still make out their shadows falling through the plastic of the bag and the added weight with every added log was impossible to ignore.
    Sandra felt physically terrible. Feeling the weight of every loosened load while listening to a woman moan her heart out as she took the most needed dump of a lifetime, while Sandra so badly wanted the same, was truly awful. Out of all the incredibly private reliefs Sandra had inadvertently witnessed today, this was easily the most suggestive. This time, she could not only see and hear, but feel the relief as Anelie pumped out bellyfuls of dung. Every log that dropped sent a shockwave through her body, which was urgently demanding relief. A bead of sweat rode down Sandra’s back, sneaking right between the cleft of her buttcheeks and tickling her right where she was being pried apart.
    The car had stopped before Anelie even finished pooping. Her pee had ended after she filled the entire 600ml bottle – which was apparently enough that she could keep herself from leaking any more while she kept up her poop. They had arrived at the hotel, and Emelie hurried out of the car with Stefan and Chloe in tow. Meanwhile Anelie and Sandra were left behind. Stefan had made sure to park in a relatively discreet location so Anelie wouldn’t be spotted, which had the drawback of putting them a bit further from the hotel. Anelie was pooping and pooping and it seemed endless. It was no wonder she had been desperate out of her mind. Still, Sandra somehow felt sure that the load brewing inside of herself was even bigger than that. That might just be her own desperation-addled delusion though, Anelie was putting out an absolutely spectacular volume.
    “Ooof… Thank you so much, dear…” Jealousy, a flash of pure jealousy hit Sandra. Why was it that so many women around her had gotten relief, even improper relief, of their aching bowels while Sandra was left to deal with her own? It was so unfair. So many times today, Sandra had been forced off a toilet or impromptu pooping spot by another woman. The girl at uni, the jogger, Chloe, the daughter at the store who had clogged the toilet… These desperate girls had all been allowed to shamelessly take a seat, separate their asses open and relieve themselves of their heavy poos, in some cases denying others their relief in the process as they greedily filled the toilets more than they could take. Meanwhile Sandra had to bear it and keep her bowels corked. And now she was helping Anelie finish off her monster dump instead of rushing into the hotel like her mom had. The bag felt so heavy…
    “-keycard, do you have it?” Sandra hadn’t realized Chloe had come back into the car, but she was peeking through from the front seats while blushing. It seems she had come in from the front to avoid needlessly exposing Anelie. “It’s, it’s in my bag. I have some wipes I need too… oh…”  Anelie responds, in between panting from exertion and relief as another log slides out of her.
    Sandra reaches for the bag, but as she does something happens inside of her. She had been unconsciously pressing her bottom against the car seat, and reaching for the bag made her shift slightly to the side, lifting one asscheek a tiny amount above it. It was enough to unleash hell. The loudest fart Sandra had heard today – and that was saying something at this point – rings out from beneath her. She felt something almost pop and crackle inside her bowels, the movement was so severe that she fully expected it to be audible to Chloe and Anelie.
    “I… I… I… I need to poop! I need to poop so badly, so so badly!” In that moment, every single mental barrier was shed. Sandra would have gotten on her knees and begged, if she thought that would bring her relief. The pressure had spiked into something all-consuming, nothing was more important that relief.
    Exiting the car was a haze for Sandra. Chloe and Anelie had urged her to leave for the hotel with the keycard, while Chloe had stayed behind to help out Anelie. Sandra was waddling and staggering across the parking lot, hands always covering her butt but occasionally she would need to stop and straighten out or contort as a wave of pressure hit her and made her advance unbearable. She was turtleheading all the way too, in a way she had been for the entire duration of the car trip but standing up had made it so much worse. Her ass cheeks were being forcibly kept apart with what felt like a battering ram for how wide it was, and if she ever relaxed even a little it would shoot out of her in an instant.
    She comes into the lobby to meet with Stefan and a very tense and impatient Emelie. “I-I I have the card. I… I need to poop.” She sniffles. At this point she was so self-evidently desperate that she didn’t even need to say it, but her barriers had all but collapsed. “O-okay, I see. We need to hurry on over to the room, then.”
    Sandra and Emelie both stagger behind Stefan as they head towards the hotel room. At one point, Sandra made the mistake of rubbing her stomach hoping it would help. It melt as though she had inserted metal plates under her skin for how hard and full it felt, and touching it meant she had to stop in her tracks and sit on her heel for a bit while crying from the pressure and pain.
    Somehow, all three of them made it to the toilet. It was the one thing Sandra needed more than anything else right now. Emelie wasn’t opening the door yet, but she was squirming, moaning and occasionally rubbing her own painful stomach. Even in her current state – or perhaps because of it – Sandra thought she could make out a sizeable bladder bulge visible even through Emelie’s clothes. Even so… “Mom… Please, please… I have to poop, I’m hurting, I can’t take it anymore…” Emelie doesn’t respond immediately, only sounding out an “oof…” while squirming in place. “Please… please…” Sandra’s voice is becoming a whimper. “Just… hurry…”
    Sandra does not wait and immediately rushes through the door. With these sudden and rapid movements she had to forgo holding herself entirely. Fortunately, her poop-cork was thick enough that it had a kind of inertia after being stuffed up her for so long. It didn’t slide out of her immediately as she had feared, but instead started a slow and steady buildup towards a descent. She was in such a hurry she didn’t even close or lock the door, though behind her someone still slid it closed. The toilet lid was up, so all she had to do was the run up to it, throw her pants and panties down in one fell swoop, and slam her ass onto the seat. Without conscious thought, she did the one thing she had wanted to do for so so long. She pushed.
    She gasped in sheer relief as the beast which had hurt her so produced a terrible splash as it escaped and landed under her. Her stomach still needed more and kept pumping waste downwards now that the cycle had started, but just the sheer fact that she was free from the unbearable plug which had forced her anus to stay perpetually pried agape for the past ten minutes or so is a massive relief in and of itself. She pants and cries as more and more waste forces itself out of her, at this point her release was completely beyond her control. She was occasionally pushing to speed up the process, which was sometimes necessary when her poop would get a little stalled from a packed log or a big fart.
    Sandra smiles dreamily as a BRRT of gas fills the bowl, heralding the next dunghead already peeking out of her. The oversized droppings she was adding to the mound underneath were getting a little softer, but they were still plenty solid. She had lost track of her output at this point, but every log and every gust of gas leaving her was a huge relief on her stomach. That tight, hard-packed sensation was gone and she was already feeling so much lighter. She pushes again to get the next snake slithering out of her, which causes her bladder to relax and starts a gushing if short-lived pee, which finishes just as she poops out her latest log. She exhales an “ohhh…” and collapses onto herself from the euphoric relief she was feeling. Then she tries to compose herself, wipes herself up with a few sheets of paper and stands before her toilet.
    It was, perhaps predictably, clogged beyond human comprehension. The couple of scraps of toilet paper sat upon a coiled pile consisting of several long snakes, which themselves buried the harder and girthier poo plugs she had gotten out first. Now that Sandra had gotten the worst of it out and could hold it in just fine, she had remembered her mom waiting outside. Especially after releasing some water of her own. That bulge on her had looked real mean and painful… As long as Sandra was safe for a while, swapping places was definitely a good idea so Emelie could have her relief. Is what Sandra had thought before she got up, that is. Flushing to try to clear the toilet seemed extremely foolish, as that would surely only make it worse. She glanced around the room for some kind of useful tool, a plunger or the like. No such luck. She still hadn’t gotten her panties back on, so she was standing nude-bottom in front of the toilet. A little toot squeaked out, reminding her that despite the inhuman pile she had already produced, her poop was still in progress.
     
    Sandra Wilton Horn - END
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    Resch reacted to SecretPerson in Team Starblaze   
    Content warning: war and death (depicted whimsically).

    The three enbies comprising Team Starblaze were huddled together behind a boulder in the middle of a hot battlefield. Bodies were strewn across the trampled grass; the sun beat down from above and was responsible for more than a few deaths of the wounded; wooden arrows piled up on the ground like autumn leaves.
    “You fucker. I got them first. Don’t put a tally for yourself.”
    “Idiot.”
    On the back of the boulder was carved a table with three columns, labeled F, V, and G: Fritz, Valla, and Gale. Fritz held a chisel and hammer in their pale, slender fingers, and was busy adding the fifteenth tally mark to the F column. Before they could finish, Valla reached over and grabbed the tools out of their hands.
    “Asshole. I’m keeping these until you get another kill. That tally mark doesn’t count.”
    “Those are mine.”
    “Not anymore.”
    “Shithead.”
    “Cunt.”
    Gale glared northward over the top of the boulder, their body flopped over it like a towel. They held the team’s prize possession at the ready: Blazing Star, a bow of Katsura wood, blessed by a priest, passed down to them from nine and seventy generations past, said to have never been on the losing side of a battle. Each of the three enbies considered it to be rightfully their own. Today, it found its perch in Gale’s dark hands.
    “You’re both pricks,” Gale said. “Shut up and let me aim.”
    “I told you not to call me that,” Fritz said.
    “I told you to shut up.”
    “Maybe you’d be able to aim better if it was your destiny to wield that weapon in the final war of Geerd,” Valla cut in. Their round, chesty frame was curled up by Gale’s feet on the South side of the boulder, and they were fiddling with a slingshot. “Just saying.”
    “Fuck off.”
    A soldier from the enemy kingdom appeared out from behind a bush, raised their sword high above their head, emitted a reverberant holler, and began charging toward the stone. Team Starblaze was deep into enemy territory, and so was the entire army of Geerd. Another half mile and they’d be at the castle’s gates. Finally. After months fighting this wave of the war, the three idiots were getting sick of each other. Gale fired; the arrow pierced skin; the soldier fell.
    “I’m putting that one down as mine,” Valla said.
    “Like hell you are.”
    “Stop me then.”
    Gale shuffled to the side so that their legs were blocking the carved table. Valla tried to reach between their calves to add a tally mark, but Gale kicked at them until they backed off.
    “Fine,” Valla said. “I’ll just remember that I have one more than what it says.” They tossed the hammer down, but pocketed the chisel. “Now watch my back, I’m taking a piss break.”
    “I’m going first,” Fritz said, and stood up.
    “No you’re not,” Valla argued, rising as well. “I need to piss. Stay here. You can go after.”
    Fritz turned to face them down, a head taller and a barrel thinner than their companion. “I need to pee twice as badly as you do.”
    “I need to pee three times as badly as you’ve ever needed to in your life,” Valla retorted. “I haven’t peed since yesterday.”
    “You peed this morning.”
    “No I didn’t.”
    “I saw you.”
    “Pervert.”
    “Scumbag.”
    Valla crossed their arms and stuck their tongue out at Fritz. Gale turned their head to the side and gave the other two sideeye. “I need a piss break too, you know. Maybe I should go first because I have the most kills today.”
    “But I have the most,” Fritz said.
    “Only if you can’t count.”
    Valla stamped their foot on the ground. “I don’t have time for this crap. I’m bursting to piss. Gale, I’ll let you keep using Blazing Star for the rest of the day if you hold Fritz back and let me go pee.”
    “Sure,” Gale said. They grabbed Fritz by the straps on the back of their leather armor before the other enby could duck away. Fritz’s hands had been resting on their crotch, applying just a bit of pressure to emphasize how badly they needed to go, but the enby removed them and crossed their arms across their chest when Gale grabbed them.
    “Fine,” Fritz said. “If I can’t go first, then I’m going last. I don’t need to pee that badly. You’re both being babies. I can hold it.”
    “I’m not going first,” Gale said. “If you can hold it, so can I.”
    Valla looked back and forth between the other two. Their own hands had been lingering in front of their nethers, but now they crossed their arms too, and struck a defiant pose. “Well then so can I,” they said. “Fuckers trying to start a bladder contest when you’ve both peed more recently than I have. Whatever. I’ll still win.”
    “I’m not peeing until we win this battle,” Fritz said.
    “I’m not peeing until we win the war,” Gale said.
    “Well I’m never peeing again!” Valla yelled.
    The wind fell; the sun slid behind a cloud and darkened the world by five or six shades; warriors screamed in the distance, but far fewer than the number that had been there earlier in the day. The conflict was wearing on. Progress was slow but sure. The voice of their general rang out and called on them to advance. So the three enbies gathered their things, bitched at each other about who should carry what, and then avoided making eye contact as they tried to discretely appease their bursting bladders during the walk.
    As the day crawled toward dusk, Team Starblaze pressed onward, advancing from one strategic point to another, picking off Northern soldiers with their variety of ranged weapons as they went. Those who knew the three well might have picked up on their tell-tale signs of discomfort – Gale’s slow shifting of their weight from one foot to the other, Valla’s sour and impatient facial expressions, Fritz’s darting eyes and flushed cheeks – but as it was, each warrior was too distracted by their own bladder to care much about the others’. When parked and serving as snipers, they tried to stand still; when moving, they tried to move naturally. Day became night, and their bickering dwindled away as the cuties lost the will to do anything non-essential. And finally they came to the face of the Northern castle of Onn, and the forces of Geerd consolidated together at the gates to demand a surrender. The four thousand or so remaining soldiers were pressed together shoulder to shoulder, the members of Team Starblaze dead center among them and squeezed in like sardines.
    “Time for you to take a piss, Fritz,” Gale said. “Battle’s over.”
    “I’m fine,” Fritz spat, one hand resting on the waistline of their leather pants. “You’re the one who should be pissing. This is the end of the war.”
    “I don’t need to go.”
    “Crapass.”
    “Douche.”
    But the Northern forces did not surrender, so the voice of their general rang out again and called for them to charge and storm the palace. The wooden gates cracked and fell; the warriors poured into the courtyard for a final slaughter; Team Starblaze split off, entered the palace through a side door, and took to the corridors.
    “Where are we going?” Gale asked.
    “Finding Valla a bathroom,” Fritz said.
    “I’m not going,” Valla said.
    “But you need to.”
    “So what.”
    “Fine, piss your pants then.”
    “You’re a dick.”
    Fritz crossed their arms and huffed. “I told you not to call me masc-charged names,” they insisted.
    “Dick is gender-neutral.”
    “No it isn’t!”
    The three wandered up a flight of stairs, and then another, and then a third, and found themselves on top of the outer wall, looking out over the battlefield they’d just conquered. They lined up by one of the crenels of the castle wall to gaze out over it.
    “Shove over, you two,” Gale said, shouldering the other two away as they encroached from either side. “I was here first. Get your own crenel.”
    “Selfish fuck,” Valla said. “I’ll use whatever crenel I want.” They climbed up into the gap and plopped down inside it, legs dangling over the edge, blocking the view of the other two.
    “Move over,” Fritz said.
    Valla didn’t respond.
    “Move it!” Fritz said. “You’re in the way!”
    Valla didn’t respond.
    “Come on! Shove over!”
    Gale grabbed the lanky enby by the armor straps again, and held them still as they desperately tried to wriggle away.
    “Hey! Fuck you! Let go! I need to pee!”
    “Shut up, pipsqueak,” Gale barked at them. “I hate you. I hate the way you look. I hate the sound of your voice. I hate everything about you. Shut your mouth and be quiet, for once, please.”
    “Let go!!” they cried.
    None of the three of them noticed the sounds of a few last holdouts of Onn bounding through the nearby corridors, towards the sound of their argument.
    Valla turn around to face the other two. “You know, Gale has a point,” they said. “I kinda hate your voice too. You sound like a field mouse that’s been thoroughly fucked up by a barnyard cat.”
    “I do not!!” Fritz said. Their violent thrashing was clearly betraying the bladder predicament they’d been trying to keep on the down-low for hours (which they’d just shouted about involuntarily a moment ago) but the other two didn’t even care.
    “You do too.”
    “I do not!!!”
    “Yes you do. Prick.”
    The slender enby’s eyes popped out of their head, and finally they wrenched themself free of Gale’s grip. “I told you–” they screamed “not to call me that!!” They lunged at Valla, who was still sitting on the wall, and before they could think twice, shoved their companion clean off of it, down three stories to their death.
    “Frisk!” Gale cried out. “Frisk, you soulless fiend!!” Gale charged at them, toppling them over, and the two began brawling on the ground, wrestling each other for control and trading blows all over, until finally a castle guard burst through the door, approached them with their sword in the air, and drove it down through both their hearts.

    The first thing each enby noticed when they awoke in Hell was how hot it was.
    The second thing they noticed was that they were still there. Not alive per se, perhaps, but still there.
    And the third was that they still needed to pee.
    The three of them were seated around a circular stone table, sitting on a bench that went all the way around it, positioned at equal angles. The table was stationed in a small, humid room barely big enough to accommodate it, with only a single door out. The door itself was barely big enough for a person fit through – Fritz would have to duck, and Valla would have to squeeze – and on the other side was a closet-sized room with a single, hole-in-the-ground toilet inside.
    Valla was the first to speak, and they addressed the other two in a haughty tone.
    “I’ll have you two know I’ve been here for five minutes longer than either of you, and in case you’re wondering, no, I didn’t fucking pee. I’m sticking to what I said. I’m never peeing again.”
    “Assho–” Fritz began, but Gale interrupted.
    “Of course you didn’t,” they said. “You’re the same stubborn shithead you’ve always been. You wouldn’t pee if your life depended on it. Which it can’t, anymore.”
    “Nor yours either,” Valla fired back. They were squirming desperately under the table, but keeping as much of a straight face as they possibly could. “Good job getting yourselves killed. What did you in? Felt like jumping off the wall and coming to join me?”
    “I don’t see you still kicking around. And it’s none of your god damn business,” Gale said. Their legs were twisted into a knot and bouncing up and down.
    “For once I agree with pighead over here,” Fritz volunteered. Both of their hands were shoved between their legs, and their mousy voice was trembling with the effort of holding their pee. “And I’m not going either. You two are the shittiest friends I could ever ask for, and I’m going to prove for the divine record that I’m better than both of you, even if it takes me until the end of time.”
    “Fine,” Gale said. “I’m not pissing either. I see no reason to lose to a pathetic dork like you. Not like I’ll ever have anything better to do again.”
    “You’re both cunts,” Valla said. “And I’m going to outhold you both. I’m showing you once and for all who the real MVP of Team Starblaze always was, and I’m not quitting no matter what.”
    The three enbies glowered at each other, stifling moans in their throats and adjusting themselves in their seats in futile attempts to get comfortable. Between the vicious glares, they cast apprehensive glances around the room, taking in the limited scenery, and slowly coming to grips with the eternity that their final judgment had condemned them to.
    “I’ve got plenty of time.”
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    Resch reacted to huberp76 in The visit   
    A boy visited with his girl friend, the girls parents at their summerhouse at the lake.
    They were invited for a lunch and after that they were swimming in the lake and did lie in the sun for some hours until they went back late afternoon.
    As soon as they were in the car said the girl “ i should have gone to the toilet before leaving.”
    ”You can go back in the house, we have time enough, i wait for you in the car.”said the boy.
    ”No, i don’t want to go back, i am holding it.”answered the girl.
    ”But that will last over 2 hours.” replied the boy.
    ”I can bear up for so long.” said the girl.
    About 40 minutes later, they stopped at a petrol station for petrol, for a little snack and something to drink.
    They wanted to take it in the car, because they did not wanted to loose time.
    The girl did use the opportunity to go to the toilet.
    A half an hour later, after they were ready with the snacks and the drink, said the girl “it’s getting very urgently now, i am needing to wee really bad .”
    ”You need to go again, after such a short time?” asked the boy.
    ”I have not been, the line was too long and i did not want to make you wait for so long.” she answered.
    “Real? You was needing to wee pretty bad as we left, one hour ago and now you still have not weed, it is not a wonder that you are needing to go very bad.” Said the boy and asked “when did you have a wee last time?”
    ”In the morning at home.” she replied.
    ”That is absolutely impossible, you did not wee all day long, not even once since longer than 12 hours?” he wanted to know.
    It was absolutely new for the boy that he was getting horny about the knowledge that his girlfriend was needing to wee so bad and about that she is holding it for so long.
    ”That is not impossible, i really did not wee all day, but now it is very, very urgently. You should bring me home, as soon as possible, before i doing it in my panties.” answered the girl.
    The boy wanted more of it, suddenly he had so much time, he did drive extra slowly and stopped in the city at a kiosk for ice cream.
    He did use all that he could use, to make the girl hold her bursting full bladder longer.
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    Resch reacted to huberp76 in Student extension   
    The parents of a young girl, just a little over 18, has invited a girl student, from another country, to learn a foreign language.
    It was a kind of student extension. 
    The girl did not have a drivers license, therefore she was begging her brother to pick her guests up from the bus terminal.
    The bus arrived at 9.30 am. They putted her bags in the cargo pay an went in direction to their home. 
    The brother had something to procure in the city and wanted to use the opportunity to do that. 
    As soon as they were in the car, the guest girl asked how long it will last until their home.
    ”Why are you asking?” wanted the girl know.
    ” Because i need to wee since sooo long, i am needing to the loo very, very urgently.” she answered and told her that she overslept the last pee break and that she did not wee since she left her home, yesterday evening.
    ”Oh you poor, how can you bear up that for so long !!? You must be full to burst??!!” asked the other girl.
    ”Oh yea, my bladder feels like ready to explode.” answered the girl.
    The brother could not understand what about the girls talked, but the sister told him that she is needing to wee so bad and that he should drive straight at home.
    ”She should hold it, she is a big girl ” he answered and went  to the city.
    “She has not weed since 15 hours, since yesterday at her home.”she said.
    ”So what, who cares? She is a big girl and old enough to hold it!” replied the boy and went on in direction city.
    ”You are so evil, can’t you not imagine how bad she is needing to wee, after holding it for so long!?”she said.
    Sure he did like to imagine that and he absolutely did love that imagination and the reality that the pretty girl in his car was holding her wee since 15 hours.
    His sister did not even know that it was turning him on so much and therefore she asked again if they could not go straight home and not to the city. 
    He wanted to use the opportunity to spend time with a girl who is desperate to wee and so he said again „ i told you that i think that she is old enough to hold it, or do you think that she will wet her panties, if she has to wait for one more hour?“ he replied and did drive especially slowly and a longer way.
    The poor girl was frantic to wee, she had both hands hard pressed between her thighs.
    Her skirt was slid up on her thighs and her thighs were nude until to the top.
    The „poor“ boy was extreme horny, his eyes were more on the rear mirror, to watch the girl suffer, than at the road.
    He did take so much time as any possible for his errands in the city. 
    The girl was near to tears, about her unbearable urge to wee and her bladder pain.
    His sister had noticed that he made her hold and wait deliberately longer than necessary and said that he would be a evil sadist, if he torture her so bad and not let her wee.
    The boy did not care about what his sister said, he had a girl in his car who did not wee since 17 hours, he had to use the opportunity to make her hold it longer.
    He would not so soon get a similar chance, he had to use it!! He always dreamed about such a situation, to have a bursting full girl trapped, in his car.
    It was nearly noon, when they arrived at their parents house.
    The girl could no more stand upright, she had her legs tight crossed, as the parents opened the door, to say hello.
    “Oh my god, why is she needing to wee so bad?“ asked the mother.
    “ Because she did not have a chance to go to the toilet since she left her home, yesterday evening. She did not wee since 17 hours.“ answered the girl.
    “And why did you not stop for her, to let her wee somewhere?
    I did not even hear about, that someone is able to hold it for so long, that must hurt her so much. Bring her to the toilet, before her bladder burst!“ said the mother.
    “A bladder can‘t burst, she would have weed herself long before.“ said the boy and went to his room for to masturbate.
    He though at the girls bursting full bladder and how hard she pressed her slit together, to keep her panties dry for so long.
    As the girl came back, she said that she would be sorry for acting like a little girl, but she never before in her life had to wee so bad, then just before.
     
     
     
     
     
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