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    Resch reacted to huberp76 in Girls gets punished for to be girls!   
    “ My body doesn’t work like a watch. My bladder has the function to collect my wee for some hours, but not for some days. 
    I am violate my poor bladder for so unnatural long, it became already big as a melon, it is stretched until it’s last fiber and it hurts me so much that it is nearly not to bear.
    Let me pee now, it is already coming out of me.”was Amanda begging.
    “No i don’t let you, it’s not even one more hour! It can’t be possible to you can’t last one hour.Take all your power and hold it!!!” answered the guy.
    He was totally obsessed from his goal “ don’t let her piss for 40 hours “.
    Amanda did know it, but she did not know that he wanted to fuck her that full.
    Amanda pulled her knees up to her chin and pressed one hand hard against her pussy.
    She was laying rolled together like a egg and was counting the seconds.
    One hour later, he finally did let her out of the bed.
    The girl was bending over and walked with one hand between her thighs pressed hard against her slit, what was needing to piss do unbelievable urgently.
    Like last time she wanted to squat right beside the door, but he did not let her out. He made her lie on the sheepskin.
    Her belly was swollen and looked like she was pregnant, her bladder was bulging out and was hard as a rock.
    It was heavy labor for him to unknot her legs. She wanted to get fucked from this guy, but not full like that. She was afraid that he could burst her bladder, but he had no mercy with her.
    Girls are made to get fucked and especially then when they are full to burst, was his principle.
    Sure it would have been better if she would not have pissed  for 2 full days, but 40 hours were really, really good, he thought and fucked the poor girl very hard.
    Amanda was leaking when he pushed his big, hard penis deep inside her, but she did not piss, not even then when he pressed softly on her rock hard pee balloon from outside.
    The man was so horny that it did not last very long until he was cuming.
    The girl went bending over with one finger pressed on her peehole to the door.
    Before she could shut her little hole with her finger, were running some drops of wee down on her naked legs.
    As soon as she was just one step outside, she started to piss.
    She pissed and pissed, she breathed loud and heavy. It was unbelievable how much wee was coming out of that young cunt.
    After her for so long tortured bladder was empty, he did take her again in the bed.
    Her slit and her legs were still a little bit wet and smelled from her wee, but the wee from a young girl smells very good and the bailiff did like it.
    They were laying in the bed again, he was holding a very pretty girl with a gorgeous body in his arms, he had one of the most arousing experiences of his life just for some minutes behind him, but at the same moment he realized that the skinny tomboy girl was the girl who could turn him on the most.
    To torture that skinny body, not let him piss if he would need to, to make that body hold his urine until the bladder is bulging out between the pregnant hipbones could make him more horny than anything else.
    To see the tomboy’s skinny legs knotted, to see her thin girl thighs pressed hard together, to see her rubbing her bony knees from needing to piss so very, very bad and urgently, is the most arousing that he can imagine.
    He likes her dirty underbred  tomboy talking and he like especially to have a good reason for to punish her for that.
    To press hard and deep in her thin belly, to push hard on her very full bladder, or not allow her to use the toilet before sleeping, or not let her piss in the morning, is always a good punishment.
    This skinny body is simply made to get tortured from him and on the other hand, the tomboy is a little masochist, she likes to get her body tortured from that man and she likes to suffer for him.
    Need to piss, but not being allowed to go, is one of her favorite torment!
     
     
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    Resch got a reaction from Rexone_312 in Rexone Story Commissions   
    Words can't describe how much I love this story. It's absolutely amazing. 
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    Resch reacted to huberp76 in Girls gets punished for to be girls!   
    Amanda did know now that he would not let her pee, she did know that she had to try to sleep with her bursting full bladder.
    She turned around on her other side and pulled her knees up to her chest, to give her bladder more room and to prevent that her abdomen muscles pressed from outside on her bulging overfilled bladder.
    The guy pressed his hard penis against her naked ass and had one arm around her waist and could feel with his hand the hard big pissball in her lower abdomen.
    Her bladder was sticking out from her belly like a dome between her hipbones.
    ”How bad must she need to pee with her bladder that full, how strong must her urge to piss be? How much longer can she endure it?” he asked himself.
    After sleeping for some hours, he waked up from the restless from the girl.
    ”Is something wrong?” asked the man.
    ”You don’t really ask me that? You don’t let me pee since yesterday afternoon, my bladder is about to explode in my belly and you ask me if there would be something wrong.” answered the girl.
    ”Is it that bad?” whispered the guy with a simulated solicitousness, but in reality the girls torment could never be bad enough for him.
    “I never needed to go to the toilet so bad and so urgently than at this moment !” replied Amanda.
    ”But you are able to hold it back ??!!!
    You are so strong and i love that so much, you sure can stand it for some hours longer!”said the guy and pressed his hard dick from behind between her firm buttocks and against the girls slit and did hold with one hand Amanda’s swollen bladder what is bulging out so much from her belly.
    ”I know that you love it and i will do my best to enjoy you, but it is nearly no more to bear, my bladder hurts so much and my urge is so very, very painful.”answered the girl.
    Again they fell in sleep for 3 more hours, then the poor girl waked up, she was frantic to pee, she was in agony and wanted out of the bed, but the guy held her back on her arm and pulled her back in the bed.
    ”I have to piss now, i can’t no more!!
    My bladder will tear apart if you don’t let me go.” said Amanda and knotted her sexy, young legs.
    ”Oh no, i don’t let you go!! You are doing it so good, you are such a great girl, you did not piss even one drop since 39 hours, just one more hour, then you hold it back your hot girl wee from 40 hours in super bladder.”answered the guy and was holding her tight in his strong arms.
     
     
     
     
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    Resch reacted to Rexone_312 in Rexone Story Commissions   
    My first story commission: Thi story is about two college students Rex and Disha, who are extremely proud of their abilities to hold their pees. It consists of extreme desperation (24-48 hours). I hope you all enjoy this. 
     
    Meet Disha - 

     
    Sunset to Sunrise 2.0 - 
    Hi, my name is Rex, I am 19 and have recently joined college. Apart from fitness and my love for sex, I have addicted to holding my pee. Yup, you heard that right. Not wetting, but constantly staying painfully full – It feels so fucking good. And the longer I hold it, the better it feels. But the best part is trying to act normal when you're bursting at the seams. You have to be strategic about where you sit, how much you drink, and how you move. It's like a game of Jenga, and one wrong move could bring the whole tower tumbling down.
    But this story is about me and the girl of my dreams. Read on to find out.
    - - -
    As I sat in the back row of the lecture hall, I couldn't help but notice the familiar sensation of a full bladder. But this was nothing new to me. I've always loved relishing the sensation of desperation that comes with a bursting bladder. In fact, I’d been holding my pee for 24 hours every day since I joined college and was trying to push beyond.
    I looked around the room and noticed that I wasn't alone in my need to relieve myself. Four girls in the front row were squirming in their seats, clearly in desperate need of a piss. And there I was, sitting comfortably, proud of my ability to hold it in. I overheard the girls talking amongst themselves, whispering about their desperation and wondering if they should ask the professor for a break. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. These girls clearly had no idea what it meant to hold their bladder like a champ.
    I decided to eavesdrop a little more, just to see how desperate they really were. It was both entertaining and a bit thrilling to hear them discussing their predicament.
    One of the girls leaned over and whispered, "I can't hold it much longer, I need to go now."
    Another girl responded, "Me too! But we can't just leave in the middle of class. What if the professor sees us?"
    I smirked, feeling a sense of superiority. They had no idea what they were missing out on. But then, a new thought occurred to me. Maybe I could help them out. I cleared my throat and turned around to face them.
    "Excuse me, ladies. I couldn't help but overhear your predicament. I happen to know a thing or two about taming the bladder. Maybe I can offer some advice."
    They looked at me sceptically, but also with a glimmer of hope in their eyes. "Really?" one of them asked. "What can we do?"
    I leaned in closer and whispered my secrets to them, sharing my tips for holding it in without anyone noticing like Kegels, scratching the calf and even pressing the bladder hard for a few seconds to increase the pressure and then allowing it to return to normal. They seemed both impressed and grateful.
    The lecture soon ended, and I made my way out of the classroom just after the girls bolted out. I spotted the four girls huddled together in the corridor. They looked frustrated and were muttering under their breath. I couldn't resist walking up to them to see what was going on.
    "What's up?" I asked, trying to suppress my amusement.
    "The restrooms are closed due to a water line maintenance!" one of the girls exclaimed, throwing her hands up in frustration.
    As much as I wanted to the girls to get more desperate, I thought it might be best to keep that to myself. Instead, I tried to act like I was just as frustrated as they were.
    "Ugh, this is the worst!" I exclaimed, trying to play it cool.
    Inside, I was actually thrilled at the prospect of having to hold it in for even longer. I had been drinking water and soda all day, the pressure in my bladder was not very easy to contain. But then again peeing could always wait. As we made our way off-campus, I couldn't help but notice that the girls were struggling more and more, fidgeting and crossing their legs, while I remained composed.
    "So, how long have you guys been holding it?" I asked, trying to make conversation.
    The girls exchanged a glance before one of them spoke up. "Since lunchtime," she admitted, looking embarrassed. “Just 5 hours and they are bursting!” I thought to myself.
    I raised my eyebrows to act surprised. "Oh, wow. I've only been holding it for an hour or so," I lied, trying not to sound too smug. The girls groaned in unison, and I couldn't help but feel a small sense of victory. Holding my pee was like a sport to me, and I loved winning. Unfortunately, they spotted a public restroom and started walking towards it. As we reached the public restroom, I felt a little disappointed that the little adventure was about to end. But man, I was wrong!
    - - -
    After the girls finished using the public restroom, they were surprised to find me waiting outside, still holding it. They couldn't believe that I could continue to hold it. Little did they know I could single-handedly beat them at holding.
    "Rex, you must be bursting by now!" exclaimed one of the girls.
    I just smiled and shrugged it off. I didn't want to admit that I was actually dying to pee. I wanted to prove to them, and to myself, that I could hold it until I got home or may be even longer. I heard one of them speak to the others in a whisper, “Oh my god! He’s so much like Disha!” I was intrigued but didn’t say anything. My mind was racing though, to find out more about Disha. Why would they say that I was like Disha? Did she like to hold it as well?
    As we walked back to the college, I felt my bladder jolt with every step, but it was still long before I would allow myself even a drop of relief. The girls, on the other hand, seemed to be relieved and happy to have emptied their bladders. They chatted and laughed while I just clenched and focused on keeping my waters contained.
    Just as we reached the gate to our hostel zone, we saw a girl approaching us. My heart skipped a beat. The girls introduced her as Disha. She had jet black hair styled like a model, full kissable lips, and a body that looked like it was made for sin – be it her massive bouncing boobs barely contained in her crop top or her tiny miniskirt that barely covered her butt. Provocative – was an understatement. I couldn't help but stare at her, trying to hide my raging boner.
    "Hey there, I'm Disha," she said, giving me a seductive knowing smile.
    "Hi, I'm Rex," I replied, trying to sound as cool as possible.
    "So, Rex, what brings you here?" Disha asked, eyeing me up and down. "I'm new here, just like you guys," I replied, trying hard to keep my eyes on her face. "Oh, that's cool. Which course are you in?" she asked. "Uh, mechanical engineering," I replied, hoping I didn't sound too nervous. Honestly speaking my heart was in my mouth.
    We talked for a few more minutes, and I couldn't help but notice how Disha kept shifting her weight from one foot to the other subtly. I knew that look. She needed to pee, rather badly. Perhaps that was the reason the girls earlier commented that I was like Disha. I was proud of my ability to hold it, but I didn't know if Disha was as good at it as I was. I decided to test her when the rest of the girls made their way back to the dorms.
    I kept talking to her and even took her out for a coffee, trying to distract her while she was clearly desperate to pee. As we downed a coffee or two, I could see Disha struggling to sit still. She kept crossing her legs and occasionally grabbing her thighs, trying to hide her urgent need. I was impressed by her determination, but also amused by her predicament. As we reached her hostel later in the evening, I could see that Disha was in a hurry to get to her room.
    She bid me a quick goodbye and walked briskly to her building. It was a treat to watch her tiny skirt bounce on her bubble butt exposing her cheeks and a hint of the tight neon green thong underneath. I couldn't help but wonder if she would make it in time. I knew that feeling of desperation all too well – the last few moments of control as we go the proximity of a bathroom. I felt a strange attraction towards Disha. Later that night, as I lay in bed, I couldn't stop thinking about Disha. I wondered if she was able to hold it till she reached the restroom. Does she hold it regularly or today was one off event? How long she must have been holding? How much did she drink all day? I drifted off to sleep dreaming about her.
    - - -
    From the next day itself, I kept a close eye on Disha. I couldn't help but notice Disha's behaviour in class. At first, she would come in with her usual bubbly self, making flirtatious comments and giggling away. But as the day wore on, I could see her becoming more and more quiet, fidgeting in her seat, and looking increasingly uncomfortable. I noticed her chugging water from her bottle steadily throughout the day and also re-filling it during lunch time. That girl drank like gallons but never entered the ladies room with her friends.
    On very few occasions had I encountered anyone else who took pride in holding their pee like I did. But with Disha, it felt as if I hit a jackpot. As the days went by, my curiosity got the better of me. I wanted to know more about Disha's habits and what drove her to hold her bladder to the absolute limits.
    I watched her closely in class, noticing the way she squirmed in her seat and crossed and uncrossed her legs. I couldn't help but feel a little envious of her ability to hold it in for so long. As someone who prided themselves on their own holding skills, I was intrigued by Disha's seemingly effortless ability to do the same.
    But I knew that bringing up the topic in front of her would be a mistake. For one, it was a little too personal of a subject to broach with someone I barely knew. And two, I didn't want to risk offending her or making her feel uncomfortable. So, I continued to observe her from afar, watching as she downed bottle after bottle of water and held her pee for hours on end. It was almost as if she was in competition with me, and I couldn't help but admire her tenacity.
    As the days passed, I found myself becoming more and more intrigued by Disha. Her ability to hold her pee was impressive, but there was something else about her that drew me in. She was funny, smart, and incredibly mischievous. After a couple of weeks, I found her giving me sly glances in class or teasing me during breaks. It was almost as if she knew I was watching her and was enjoying the attention. And I couldn't help but feel a little smitten. But I knew that any romantic notions I had towards Disha were foolish. We were just two people with a shared interest in holding our bladders, nothing more, yet.
    - - -
    Around 3 months had passed since we met. During these months Disha had never used the toilets – at least not when I was around her. She acted as if she was immune to it. Right from the first lecture of the day to the last, she would be in the class steadily chugging water from her water bottle. I always kept up with her to ensure that I too can be desperate and relish the satisfaction of being under control. Subconsciously we both were trying to one-up each other. And man! It was intense but more was yet to come.
    I, Disha, and the rest of the 4 girls were chosen to participate in a tech conference and were preparing for the same. We had to take a 16-hour bus ride to reach the destination. The night before we left, we gathered for the final rehearsal after dinner. But something was off about Disha today. I noticed that Disha was fidgeting more than usual. Her legs were crossed tightly, and she kept shifting in her seat. I could see the sweat on her forehead and her face was turning red. It was not her usual – I-AM-IN-CONTROL self.
    "Hey, Disha, you okay?" I asked, trying to act as calm as possible while clenching my muscles. I had a constant dull ache in my bladder since lunch time.
    She turned to me and responded with a forced smile "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little nervous, I guess."
    But I could tell there was something else going on. I glanced over at our four friends, who were all whispering and looking concerned.
    "Guys, what's going on?" I asked.
    One of the girls spoke up. "Disha really needs to go to the bathroom, but she's refusing to leave. We've been trying to convince her, but she's being stubborn."
    Disha glared at her friend. "I'm not stubborn! I just don't want to miss anything important."
    It was then I noticed that her regular water bottle was replaced with a new gallon sized one. My jaws dropped when I realized that it was empty and there were three empty juice cans kept next to it. Merely thinking about the intake made my bladder scream with pressure.
    "Hey, it's okay Disha. Its already past the time when you normally take your before-bed gusher." One of the girls whispered into her ear. Much to Disha’s dismay it was heard by all of us.
    Disha shook her head adamantly. "No, this is more important. I will not pee tonight! I'm fine."
    But as the rehearsal went on, it became clear that Disha was not fine at all. She kept squirming in her seat and forgetting her lines. Finally, she burst out in frustration.
    "I can't do this anymore! I-I need a break!"
    We all looked at her in surprise. Disha was usually so composed and in control.
    "Okay, let's take a break," I said, thinking that she had finally given in, but my jaws dropped when she asked her friend to get her a bottle of water.
    “Don’t be stupid Disha! You don’t need to drink water but release yours!”
    But Disha refused to budge. "No, I can hold it. I just need to – need to stay hydrated.”
    I was having a raging hard on at the moment. Perhaps Disha’s pride to admit her needs was the only thing preventing me from rushing to the bathroom myself. We all exchanged worried glances, but no one wanted to push her too hard. So, I and another girl went to the canteen to fetch a bottle of water. On my way I asked the girl what was wrong with Disha.
    “You will not believe! Disha just pees once a day and today we called her for the rehearsal just when she was about to finally relieve herself.”
    “Only once-a-day! That must be so difficult!” I tried to act casual.
    “It is! When we all came to the college, she used to pee twice, but I don’t know why she started restricting herself to only once a day!”
    “Is she always so irate when she gets back to the dorm after the lectures, ever since her once-a-day rule started?”
    “God! You should see her once she’s in the room! She squirms like crazy, and her hand is glued to her crotch!” She giggled. My dick was as hard as steel at that moment.
    “I don’t know but perhaps she is trying to beat you!”
    “What do you mean!?” I was taken aback.
    “Oh C’mon! All the girls in the class know you never go to the bathroom all day . . . I mean just look at the rest of guys who rush out every two hours.”
    I felt my hard on grow larger as she continued. “It’s so manly to be able to wait. Looking at you right now all four of us can pounce on you to suck you.” She paused upon realizing that she blurted too much. “Be honest though – Don’t you need to pee?”
    “Ahhh!” I didn’t expect the question. “It’s definitely there but nothing I can’t manage!” I lied through my teeth. My teeth were afloat with piss. But relief was not an option especially after knowing what the girl said. My mind was racing with the thoughts of Disha - a hot busty girl, trying to pee only once a day, trying to beat me. The rest of the girls talking about sucking me. It felt like Christmas!
    Soon after we got her a bottle of water from the canteen. On my way back I chugged a bottle myself to keep up with my dangerous game. The girl looked at me with suspicion. I just brushed it off saying that I hadn’t had any water since lunch. Disha’s eyes grew wide in horror as I gave her the bottle with a knowing glance. She slowly started drinking it, shifting in her seat every few seconds and her face contorted with effort.
    Finally, it was my and Disha’s turn to present the slides. We could see that Disha was holding her breath between her sentences. Her hand was tightly clutching the hem of her short skirt as if trying to pull it down. The tight waist band was cutting right on the apex of her bladder. She stood absolutely still, with her legs crossed tightly. We could literally see the muscles on her legs were flexed with strain. Each time she made a mistake the girls made us start from the beginning. Little did they know my bladder was ready to pop too. I was gritting my teeth and clenching my muscles non-stop. There was no way on earth I was letting Disha know that I had to pee like a racehorse.
    After a gruelling hour the rehearsal finally ended. I was no longer safe. My bladder was trying to push out the load violently. The first few drops of pee had reached the tip of my dick. My body was covered in sweat and I had goosebumps on my body. It had been 27 hours with more than a gallon of intake. It was too much for my bladder. I wanted to sprint out of the room but held on somehow. Disha on the other hand was practically pee dancing now. Her hands revolved around her crotch, sometimes holding her belly bulge, sometimes tugging on to the hem of her skirt.
    “Hurry up guys!” Disha pleaded her friends with strained voice. Her legs were glued together.
    “Wait it out Disha! We are almost done!” Her friend snapped at her. It was so sudden and abrupt that Disha was startled. Her bladder gave in, and a jet of pee escaped. Her neon green thong had turned dark. She clenched herself and took a seat crossing her legs as tight as she could.
    “Disha! I think you should go.” I offered to help her. She was in no position to fight it. Her bladder simply would not have any of her non-sense any longer.
    “NO! I – I can wait” Disha glared at me. Her face was red with strain and true to her words she didn’t make a move to rush out to the toilets. As we walked back to our dorms with Disha and the others, I could see that Disha was on the verge of tears. She was walking with her legs tightly crossed, and every few steps she would pause and clench her muscles. I wanted to offer her some words of encouragement, but I didn't know what to say. So, I just walked alongside her, trying to keep a neutral expression and focus on my own needs to release the lake inside me.
    When we reached the dorm, Disha was doing a full-blown pee dance. Her eyes were shut close and hands grabbing the hem of her skirt. Her face had turned blue due to holding her breath. The girls on the other hand were keeping up with small talk running through our itinerary for the next day.
    “Girls! How much longer?” Disha pleaded.
    “Take the keys and rush inside. We will be there in 5” One of them tried to hand over the keys.
    “Oh! It – its fine. I will wait with you guys!” Disha answered rubbing the tears of her cheeks but still unwilling to accept defeat. I was no better than her. Perhaps the girls knew that and were trying to delay us. Whatever. After 5 minutes we left. As soon as I turned my back, I heard Disha snatch the keys and bolt inside, muttering cuss words. A moment later a loud moan was heard across the corridor. I went back near to their room on the pretext of forgetting something and heard the sound of a loud gush coming from the bathroom.
    The girls could not hold their laughter seeing me. One of them picked up her wet thong and showed it to me. It was drenched with piss. I was salivating at it. “Do you wanna join her?” One of the girls teased me. “I – No! I will go later” I sheepishly bade them a good night and waddled back to my dorm, satisfied that I outheld her. I could not wait for the trip to push myself harder and thus I went to bed cancelling my before bed pee. My bladder screamed for a release, but I silenced it.
    - - -
    I woke up with a painfully full bladder. I had to knead my dick for a good few minutes to bring the surge of pressure under control. 25 hours’ worth of pee and over a gallon of water was tightly corked up in my swollen bladder. Skipping my only pee of the day was a dangerous game, but the kick of doing this while out with Disha was irresistible.
    Before I stepped out of the dorm, I jokingly texted the girls, "Ladies, make sure to empty yourselves before you board the bus!" I received a chorus of giggles and affirmative responses from everyone except Disha. She was on her phone, furrowing her eyebrows. We all headed to get some breakfast before boarding. I was pleasantly full and had to calculate how much I and her were drinking. Before we knew, we both had downed a jug of orange juice, easily about 1500ml. We gave each other a knowing look.
    A while later we got on the bus. I took a seat next to Disha and couldn’t help but notice a small bulge on her bladder. One of the girls came and asked her if she wanted to pee and it was the last chance. As a response Disha simply tightened her belt one more notch.
    “No thank you! Rules are rules!” Disha coldly said. The girl got her answer and they all left for the toilets.
    “Why does everyone make such a fuss about peeing?” Disha was annoyed.
    “Perhaps because you were miserable last night Disha!” I teased Disha.
    “Do you even know how much I was holding! I had not peed since the night before yesterday and I pee only once every day. Instead of appreciating me, you guys keep on squandering my efforts day and had drank one full gallon of water and god knows how much of juices and drinks.”
    “All right! Chill, I am sorry.” I was expecting to have a good time with her on the trip but I pulled the wrong string.
    “I am a big girl Rex, and I can contain my waters. And you know what, I cancelled my cautionary pee which I had thought of earlier specially for today’s ride, just to prove to you all that my bladder can practically hold a lake. And oh yes! I drank over a litre of water before I slept.” She was enraged. I simply nodded to her anticipating the pain I was going to put myself through. I massaged my bladder which contained over 24 hours’ worth of pee already. Deep down I knew it was going to be the most difficult hold of my life. It was better to wet than accept my needs to Disha.
    The journey stared without much hassle. Though the Air conditioning was wreaking havoc on Disha. She put her hoodie on and kept her arms crossed, clearly shivering. Perhaps the yellow microskirt was not the smartest choice for such a long ride. On the other hand, I was sweating profusely, my shirt stuck to my skin, thanks to the effort of took to I act normally. When I lowered the temperature she would turn off the overhead blower. The other girls enjoyed our silly quarrel. This back and forth continued for quite some time till I conceded and let her win. This would be the only thing I let her win at.
    A few hours passed and the bus made a stop for lunch. The girls immediately made a beeline for the toilets, but Disha stayed put. I took the opportunity to grab some lunch for myself and her. Needless to say we had already chugged our bottles somehow. Thus a monstrous soda was due with lunch and additional water bottles. Before I entered the bus I secretly watched Disha from the gate of the bus which was tinted. I could faintly see that her face was contorted, hands shoved in her crotch and legs fanning frantically. She did need to pee after all. I felt so proud of myself.
    As soon as I entered the bus, her hands flew away from her crotch. “You took a pee, didn’t you?” she asked, almost accusingly. "Nope" I answered as calmly as I could. Truth be told I was in agony, but I would not give in so easily. I wanted this to be excruciating. The journey resumed and half of the soda was making its way to our overworked bladders. Disha crossed her legs like a pretzel pretending to be cold. I being the gentleman I was, offered her my jacket which she gladly took.
    Apart from that she gave no other signs about her growing need. I glanced at her side from time to time and found that the monstrous soda was gone. I made sure to finish mine, despite my Bladder begging not to. With every gulp it was becoming more and more difficult to keep up with the act.
    An hour or two later, Disha was visibly uncomfortable, shifting in her seat every few minutes. The pretension of being colder was gone and I could see sweat beads forming on her forehead, and her breathing was getting heavier. One of the girls took pity on her and asked if she should ask the driver to pull over. But Disha remained resolute in her decision to hold it in.
    As the hours passed, the pressure inside my bladder rose to a whole new level. Every bump on the road felt like torture. My dick throbbed with pain as pee kept rushing to the tip in waves. I was savouring the discomfort. But I couldn't show any signs of weakness, not when Disha sat next to me.
    At one point, the bus hit a particularly rough patch of road, and Disha let out a small whimper. I could tell that her resolve was starting to falter. I quickly calculated our intakes since the morning. A giant soda worth 800ml, 3 bottles of water which meant 1500ml, our morning juice was another 1500. We had a gallon of liquid coursing through our bodies. I couldn’t even tally all the liquid from the previous day already gurgling inside. We continued our silent suffering.
    As the sun began to set, the air conditioning on the bus seemed to get colder and colder. I was shivering, my teeth chattering uncontrollably. Disha, on the other hand, had her hoodie and my jacket on. She still seemed to be sweating. All our water bottles were empty now. My body was shuddering with the desperation. I glanced at the clock, it had been 38 hours since I felt any relief. Perhaps 20 for her.
    It was a strange dichotomy, but neither of us was willing to even jokingly admit our need. We gave each other a knowing look. Keeping the hands away from the crotch was so difficult but I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of falling weak. We were both determined to outlast the other.
    Soon the bus pulled for dinner. The moment the bus stopped, both Disha and I turned our heads towards the restrooms longingly, but we both knew the rules. No one was supposed to pee. The other girls, however, were not so compliant.
    “Guys, come on, just go pee! It’s been nearly a day guys! I’m sure you’re both dying to pee” one of them pleaded.
    Disha shot her a glare. “I’m fine, thank you. I want to hold it.”
    I nodded in agreement, trying my best to look as composed as possible. “Yeah, we’re both good. Thanks for your concern, though.”
    The girls seemed to give up and headed to the restrooms. As soon as they were gone, Disha and I both let out a sigh of relief. We both sat there, silent, each lost in our own thoughts, trying to ignore the growing pressure inside us. The rest of the girls returned and we resumed our journey. The night sky was beautiful and the stars were shining brightly. But we could hardly appreciate the view as our minds were only focused on one thing - the unbearable pressure in our bladders. There was still 5 more hours to go to the journey and we were nearing our limits. But more trouble was to come. In the middle of nowhere the bus got punctured.
    As soon as the bus came to a halt, everyone began to panic. The driver got out to examine the tire and we were all asked to wait inside. I tried to distract myself by checking my phone but my mind was too focused on my bladder. Disha was curled up in her seat, legs crossed tightly like a pretzel, almost weeping. She kept shifting in her seat and biting her lip.
    “You okay?” I whispered, trying to hide my own discomfort.
    She nodded, trying to put on a brave face. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. The minutes ticked by agonizingly slowly, each one feeling like an eternity. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the driver returned and announced that we would have to wait for a replacement bus. My heart sank. I knew I couldn’t hold on much longer.
    "I just want to reach the hotel," Disha whispered, her voice shaking with desperation. I nodded in agreement. The fun part of holding was replaced with necessity. Even though I wouldn’t looking relieve myself I find myself around frantically for any sign of relief. But there was nothing. We were stranded in the middle of nowhere, with no restrooms in sight.
    Looking at the other passengers rushing behind the bushes was pure torture. I could hear the sound of their relief echoing in the silence. The girls came back one by one, looking refreshed and relieved, but also giving us pitiful looks.
    "Are you sure you don't want to go?" one of them asked, trying to be helpful.
    "We're good," I replied through gritted teeth, trying my best to hide the desperation in my voice. But the truth was that I was far from good. The pressure was becoming unbearable, and my mind was slowly losing control. I tried to distract myself by talking to Disha about anything and everything, but it was getting harder and harder to focus.
    "How much longer?" Disha asked, her voice trembling with desperation as she got up from the seat. For a moment I couldn’t believe that she gave in. She inched towards the door. I don’t know what was she thinking.
    "Not sure, but it could be a while. But where are you going though" I replied, trying to keep my cool.
    “I just need some time alone” Disha was breathed through her mouth making a hissing sound. Her legs were glued together and fists shaking. Sweat dripped from her forehead to her deep cleavage.
    But before she could get some alone time, the driver came back and informed us that it would be at least another two hours before the replacement bus arrived and asked all of us to get down. I could see Disha almost pull her hair in frustration. I could relate to her as a quick squeeze down there could make things so much better. But pride and stubbornness kept me from doing so. up. So far I had not shown any signs of desperation.
    As time passed, the situation became increasingly dire. I could feel my bladder pulsing with pain, and Disha was no better off. Her face was contorted in pain, and she was sweating profusely despite the cold air conditioning.
    "Are we there yet?" she asked, her voice strained and desperate.
    "Not yet" I replied, trying to keep the panic out of my voice.
    The last hour was the hardest. My mind was starting to lose control, and I found myself squirming in my seat, trying to find some relief. Every passing moment felt like an eternity, and I was starting to wonder if we would ever reach the hotel.
    The last hour was the hardest. My mind was starting to lose control, and I found myself squirming in my seat, trying to find some relief. The insides of my bladder were burning. I had never felt pain like this ever in my life. I was starting to wonder if we would ever reach the hotel. But then, finally, we did. Two hours later than planned, but we made it. As we rose from the seat, I saw a small wet patch on Disha’s seat. She had leaked. I knew it! Her control was slipping. Wearing such a short skirt was not a good idea after all, I chuckled to myself.
    As we stepped off the bus and got down, gravity hit us hard. I felt as if somebody had attached a bowling bowl to my stomach. An intense wave hit me and I had to pause there bringing my legs close. The notch of my belt was still at the tightest setting. I could feel the heat coming out of my ears and my heart beat like a race car engine. My body was begging for a release. 42 hours had passed since my last partial pee, and I had chugged like a big bucket of water.
    “Look at you Rex. You’re gonna burst!” One of the girls came running to me, showing me the way to the restroom in the lobby. My desperation rose 10 times as soon as my eyes fell on the door. Imagine drinking vodka out of the bottle and how it burns down your chest. It was exactly similar except it was my pee rushing to the tip of my dick.
    I held my breath and clenched my muscles. “How’s Disha doing?” I asked with my eyes shut close. “Not better”, she answered.
    “Babe you haven’t peed since last night. You have honoured your rule. Just go!” The other three girls tried to persuade Disha. She was teary eyed but looked at me expectantly that I would be the first one to break.
    “How the fuck is he still holding it!” I overheard Disha talking to the girls.
    “Babe he is strong.“ the girls looked at me slyly.
    “I am stronger. And strong girls don’t pee!” Disha was angry and irritated.
    I was turned on and taken aback at the same time. How could a girl who can barely stand with a pregnant like bladder bulge, still want to beat me. I could not give her the satisfaction of defeating me. I took a deep breath and stood straight. With the last reserves of my strength, I straightened my body and said something which turned Disha pale.
    "I think I will retire to bed. Peeing can wait till tomorrow morning or later.” Their jaws dropped to the ground. I smiled to them and walked as normally as I could towards the elevator. I was stacked with two of the girls and Disha with the rest.
    Disha perhaps never thought I could beat her. Me opting to fight for another night was getting on her nerves. Despite it, she was too prideful to admit defeat. "He - He is right. Peeing can wait" Disha strained herself and waddled to her room with the rest of two girls.
    The night was difficult, but I was determined to hold it till the morning. Our rooms were next to each other.
    “WOAH! didn’t know your bladder could expand so much!” I could clearly hear conversation in the other room. Thanks to the weird low quality walls.
    “No. I contain more than this every day. Its – Its just that it was too cold in the bus which made me weak momentarily” Disha lied.
    “It’s huge! How the fuck did we not spot it earlier?” Another girl commented.
    “Yeah! Waist – clincher. I – I compressed my bladder under it all day” Disha was struggling to form sentences. “Aahh! Don’t touch it” Disha suddenly snapped. The pressure was making her cranky. Obviously so.
    I was enjoying their conversation and so were the girls with me. I signalled them to keep their voices low. They giggled and agreed to it on one condition.
    “You gotta let us feel your bladder. We have never seen a guy as strong and manly like you” I was instantly hard. I smiled nervously as I finally unbuttoned my jeans and instantly fekt better The curve of my bladder went as high as my navel button. My skin was white, and I could count my veins. The girls had no clue what a dangerous situation I was in, but it was too late to back off. Despite all my pain I let them torture my bladder. They started slowly pressing it but it escalated quickly. I was pinned down by them. To my horror, they took turns to sit on it and bounce vigorously.
    “This is going to be a long night tiger” As much as I enjoyed being blown by them, my dick threatened to gush the pee in their faces. I gripped the bed so tight that I tore into the bedsheet and the mattress. Not a drop of pee could escape or I would be doomed.
    Disha on the other hand was silent, but I could faintly hear her tossing and turning around.
    An hour later the girls were asleep on my chest and their knees were right on my bladder. My eyes were paining out of tiredness and my bladder felt as it was being stung by bees from inside.
    Around 4 in the morning, I could hear the girls in the other room suddenly wake up.
    “What’s wrong Disha?” One of the girls groggily asked.
    “No - Nothing I just needed to.”
    “Go to the toilet?” The other girl questioned.
    “Noooo…Why would I go there the toilet in the middle of the night? I – I am just thirsty.” My eyes grew wide in amusement and horror at the same time. The next moment I heard water being poured in the glass and Disha quickly chug it down, slamming the glass on the table. I had to keep up with her. I reached out to the bottle kept next to our bed, sliding the naked hotties over my stomach. I chugged the full bottle groaning with a sharp pain from my Bladder.
    I have no clue how I fell asleep but the next I woke up, it was 7 in the morning. 49 fucking hours without a drop of relief. My body was drenched in sweat and the entire bedsheet too. There was no semblance of composure left in me. My body demanded relief. I suddenly remembered about Disha waking up in the middle of the night to drink water. My mind was clouded with questions. Did she pee already? Did she wet herself? If not, then Disha would be holding around 31 hours’ worth of pee and countless litres.
    Soon enough my questions were answered. I heard Disha pacing around the room and the other two girls were taking turns to get ready. She still had not accepted defeat. Perhaps I underestimated her.
    I woke the girls in my bed and was welcomed with a nice juicy blowjob. My dick was hard as iron partly because I wanted to ejaculate a massive load and other because of the boiling pee gushing to find an escape. The other girl teased me about how badly she needed to pee and knowingly kept the door open as she took a strong morning pee. I winced in bed at the sound of it. But the torture was far from over. The piss was followed by her taking a shower which made me drive nuts. I was biting my lip so hard that I bled. In the meantime, the girl continued with the slurpy blowjob. As her tongue ravaged my dick I was starting to feel the ever-familiar pressure getting stronger.
    “How are you feeling now Rex?” She seductively asked.
    “Please s-stop!” I panted. My breath was erratic. Toes curled. Fingers dug into the mattress and dick about to explode. “I can’t hold it much longer”
    “Oh Rex, you must!” She purred and deepthroated me. I was pulling my hair. I was in full blown panic now.
    In the meantime, I heard something that was never expected. “OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR! FUCKING LET ME PEE NOW! I AM GOING TO EXPLODE” Disha banged the bathroom door like no tomorrow. There was a muffled answer from inside which I figured was the other girl asking her to wait. “I CAN’T FUCKING WAIT. I haven’t pissed for the last 32 hours!” Disha cried as the other girl in her room burst out in laughter. “No! NO! NOOOO! Don’t you dare!” It was Disha screaming as the other girl started tickling her. I could hear Disha panting and begging to let go but the other girl was relentless. It was pure commotion. For a minute I felt that all the 4 girls had planned to gain sadistic pleasure out of our pain!
    This continued for another 15-20 minutes and then as if I connected with Disha through telepathy.
    “ENOUGH! Let me go – NOW” I and Disha both shouted at the same time.
    I literally pushed the girl blowing me, aside and grabbed my dick for dear life. There was no more waiting – it was my body’s PEE-NOW moment. Perhaps same was the case with Disha. I waited with bated breath for the bathroom door to open. As soon as it opened I bolted inside, drops of pee starting to leak out of my aching erect dick. I stood in front of the porcelain bowl begging for my dick to go flaccid. Seeing the bowl in front of me, my bladder went into a hyper-agitated mode – forcing bursts of piss. But my arousal prevented a release with full force. Not knowing what to do I held my breath hoping to calm my dick down.
    In the meantime, I heard the bathroom door of the other side open and close. The bathrooms were adjacent to each other just like the rooms.. I heard the sound of cloth being torn away followed by a prolonged moan. A loud noise of piss hitting the water, filled the bathrooms. I closed my ears in pain as my dick still refused to go soft. Disha on the other hand was pissing like a fire hose. Around a minute later, somehow her stream stopped mid-stream “Hold it – hold it – hold it” I heard Disha muttering under her breath. I couldn’t believe she was still trying to control it but her bladder won in the end and violently pushed out the remainder of the piss with even more force. “OHHHH GODDDDDDDDDDDD!” Disha moaned in exasperation.
    It was only then my dick finally turned semi-hard allowing the lake of piss to gush out of my pee. My body shivered as whole of the piss tried to make its way out. I could see my dick literally puff due to the pressure of the piss rushing out. I had never needed to pee so – so fucking bad in my life. I could feel steam emanating from the WC as it filled it to the brim.
    Neither me nor Disha realized that the girls were calling us from outside to check on us. There was a deafening noise of liquid hitting liquid echoing throughout. Only when they started banging the doors from outside, it dawned to us how long we had been pissing for.
    “Just let me piss in peace!” Disha screamed with a strained voice as her bladder continued to gush out a thick stream of piss.
    “I am trying to hold it back, but it just won’t stop” I tried to sound calm.
    After a good couple of minutes, Disha’s stream came to an abrupt stop. Her bladder expelled the entire load with such force that there was no slow down at all. I on the other hand went on for another minute or so, filling the WC to the brim. I had to clench my muscles before the piss spilled on the floor creating a mess. I couldn’t believe my eyes. All that piss was contained within my bladder. It was like a record in itself. Feeling proud I quickly took out my phone and clicked photos to keep proof of it. My bladder was still aching with the remaining piss desperately wanting out. But there was literally no way to further release it.
    I came out of the bathroom with the girls rushing inside only to scream in disbelief. I collapsed onto the bed drenched in sweat. The other two girls barged into our room and went straight to the bathroom to see what happened.
    “Did he piss all this?” The girls from the other room asked in amazement.
    “Yes! Rex held this lake inside, all day since yesterday!” One of my girls said.
    “Dang! I thought only Disha was corked up. You must check out her monstrous release”.
    I could not bear it anymore. I quietly walked up to Disha’s room. She laid there on the bed, naked. Her body glistened with sweat and boobs heaved up and down due to her panting. She gave me a steely glance and I returned it with same ferocity. As I slowly walked into the bath, she smirked at me. The scene was absolute chaos inside. I saw a torn thong lay on the floor in a puddle of piss, and the WC was just half an inch short to the brim.
    I smiled to myself. It was like a dream come true. The sexiest girl in the college was also a pro at holding it. I felt my dick stiffen inside my tight underwear as if my dick approved of her.
    “Looks like I won after all.” She triumphantly said with a weak voice. A moment later, she came and stood behind me.
    “Not quite!” I showed her the photos of my bathroom with the WC spilling over.
    “Perhaps you need to work harder Disha. But you’re strong and worthy.” I palpated my bladder to show her a prominent bulge still there. Disha’s eyes widened in disbelief.
    All she could muster to say was, “Challenge Accepted”.
    - - - The End - - -
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    Resch reacted to huberp76 in Cheerleaders Peedance!   
    A group of cheerleader girls went to a soccer game for cheerleading. They had to go by bus for about 40 minutes with the team.
    The boys like it that the girls went with them in the same bus and especially the coach did like that. 
    The coach had a lust for girls who are desperate to pee and this time he had something arranged for his special lust.
    They picked up the the girls from their school, right after their last lesson. The girls did not even the time to use the toilet before leaving.
    Some of the girls were needing to wee but they had to wait until they arrive.
    They though just until they arrive, because they did not know that there will be no girls loo and that they will have to hold it until they get back to their school late at the evening.
    The coach did know that very well and he did love it!!
    As soon as they arrived asked one of the girls for the toilet.
    “ Oh sorry, i forgot to tell you that they don’t have a girls loo here, but i think that girls with 18 are able to bear up 4 hours with out a toilet!?“ said the coach.
    “That is not your earnest, we did not have a chance to go since lunch, we can’t perform with our bladder that full.“ said the girl angry.
    “Sure you can! You are big girls you can do that.“ answered the coach with a boner in his pants.
    The girls had to go out to the playing field with a very full bladder.
    There have been some more boys in the bus, they were friends of the player.
    As the cheerleaders began with their performance said one of the boys „what happened with the girls? Do they have a new choreography? They dance and move like girls do it when they are needing to wee. It looks a little bit like a potty dance.“
    “They are needing to wee.“ answered another boy.
    “Why do you know that? If they really need to pee, why don’t they go to the toilet?“ he asked.
    “I heard a talk were a girl asked the coach for a toilet and he told them that here would not be a girls loo. The girl said that they had no chance to wee since lunch and that they can’t dance with their bladder so full.The coach said just that they are old enough to hold their pee for some hours.“ answered the boy.
    The boys were really turned on from that situation and from knowing that the girls were needing to wee really bad.
    „We have to watch their panties, maybe they get a little bit wet between their thighs when they are spreading their legs and when they have to jump. Must  be not so easy to do that with a full bladder in the belly.“ said the boy.
    It was not easy for the girls, they did suffer a lot and they did need all their power to perform and to hold it.
    Between their shows, they were standing somewhere with tight crossed legs, or they were squatting with their hands between their thighs, or they did a real potty dance.
    2 of them did not pee since they left their home in the morning, for them it was especially painful to jump with a bladder big and hard as a soccer ball in the belly.
    The girls were needing to wee so bad, but could not go anywhere before they were leaving, they had to go to the bus with their bladders very full and with a strong and painful urge.
    For some boys it is very arousing to see a girl desperate to wee, but to see many girls desperate is especially arousing.
    To see them hold in different ways, to see them cross their legs, to see their panties under their super short skirts and see them press a hand on the panties exactly on her pussy where the girls wee wants come out so badly and urgently and to hear them moan and talk about their need to pee, was absolutely exciting and arousing for the boys.
    The coach was in pee holding heaven, he could not get enough to watch the girls.
    The two who did not weed since they was getting up in the morning, were frantic for to pee, they had both hands pressed between their crossed thighs.
    After arriving was one of them squatting beside the bus as soon as she got out. She was needing to pee so bad that she was not even able to go inside the building, she weed in front of all the soccer team.
    The show and the performance in the bus and beside the bus was the greatest performance ever from the cheerleaders for the boys.
     
     
     
     
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    Resch reacted to Kayn in Abby: Boardroom Despair   
    Glad to see the positive reception!
    Onto the next part.
     
    Part 2
    Ryan Mayer sat leaning against the wooden receptionist desk set within the spacious, newly built lobby, his fingers twiddling mindlessly over his phone screen. He was quite bored, having been in this position for the past 20 minutes, scrolling from one Instagram post to the next, his brain hardly even registering what he was seeing. His eyes glanced over the time at the top of his screen. 9:56.
    Footsteps echoed in the air as a woman emerged from a hallway to his right. “Be ready, Ryan, they’ll be here soon!” Ryan straightened up as Stephanie, his colleague, and the only other person inside the large office building, approached the table behind which he had situated himself. “Try not to look so depressed, would you?” she added with a slight hint of amusement, eying his expressionless face.
    “Sorry,” Ryan said, stretching as he stifled a yawn. “Got bored since there’s nothing to do.”
    “Well, we’ll have plenty to do soon,” Stephanie replied as she straightened her blazer and surveyed the room. “You’re sure you got all the documents ready, right?”
    “Yes, for the millionth time,” Ryan answered back, suppressing an eyeroll at his overly cautious colleague.
    “Alright, just making sure. Mrs. Patterson wants to have everything signed and done today. She won’t be happy if we’re missing anything.”
    “I’m sure she’ll be delighted, Steph,” Ryan said in mocking reassurance.
    Stephanie gave him a look, then suddenly looked outside as something caught her eye. “Oh, look, someone just pulled in. I think that’s them!”
    Ryan leaned his head to peer out through the glass doors, and sure enough, a large black SUV had pulled into the parking lot at the building’s entrance.
    “Come on, let’s go greet them!” Stephanie turned and began to make her way outside, Ryan quickly following suit behind her.
     
    ***
     
    “Well, here we are!” Thomas announced as they pulled into a sprawling but empty parking lot.
    Though she didn’t let it on, Abby felt inwardly grateful for their arrival. The drive had been rather long, just about an hour, and having to spend so long cramped in the backseat with two other people was rather uncomfortable. The real reason, however, was that her need for a restroom had increased quite significantly over the past sixty minutes, and she was very much looking forward to a bathroom visit once they were inside. She had known this would happen: her kidneys had a most annoying tendency to work double-time whenever she was nervous, which she certainly was on a big day like today. It wasn’t an emergency, but bad enough that she had grown restless towards the end of the drive, sliding her thighs in and out across her seat ever so slightly on occasion. Thankfully, now that they had arrived, it wouldn’t be a problem for much longer.
    Thomas parked the car up front, and the passengers disembarked. Stepping out into the warm sunlight, Abby savored the feeling of stretching her legs after sitting for so long. As she turned to face the building entrance, she saw two people emerging from within, a man and a woman, both looking about the same age and dressed professionally. Must be the real estate agents.
    Susan had noticed them too. “Ah, they’re already here!” She began making her way towards them, the rest of the group following close behind her.
    “Good morning!” the woman by the door said brightly, flashing a wide smile to everyone. “We’ve been looking forward to meeting you all!”
    Greetings were exchanged between the two parties, the man and the woman introducing themselves as Ryan Mayer and Stephanie Brown, the two estate agents in charge of the property, and with whom Abby and Mrs. Wilkins would be finalizing the details involved with the purchase.
    “Well,” Stephanie said once everyone had been introduced, “shall we step into what will soon be your brand-new office?”
    “Most certainly!” Thomas stepped forward as Stephanie pushed open the door and held it open, inviting them in. One by one they entered, Abby following at the back of the line, while Stephanie and Ryan waited politely before coming in behind. Stepping inside, Abby admired the lobby within. Although it still lacked furniture, it looked quite sleek and modern, the white marble tiles and the large glass panels along the walls illuminating the room brightly. It certainly set the tone of a very professional locale.
    As she looked around the room, she wasn’t just appreciating the architecture; already, she was on the lookout for any sign of a bathroom. Her need had risen to a bothersome level, and she wanted to be rid of it as soon as possible. The first meeting of the day would be starting soon, and she really didn’t want to be distracted by anything, certainly not a full bladder. The lobby, however, seemed to be devoid of any restrooms, and her search quickly came to an end with no results. Must be somewhere down there, Abby thought to herself, eyeing a hallway leading off from the lobby into the depths of the building. She shifted from foot to foot as she stood, trying to suppress the increasingly pressing urge from below.
    “We’ve set up a table in one of the conference rooms,” Stephanie announced to the group. “If you guys are ready, we can head in and get started right away.”
    “Sounds good to me,” Susan said. “Lead the way, Ms. Brown.”
    “Right this way!” Stephanie turned and started heading towards the hallway, Ryan and the rest following behind her. Abby once again remained at the back, her eyes peeled for any sign of a restroom. They didn’t travel too far though, merely going about halfway down the length of the corridor before they arrived at the meeting room, and not one of the doors they passed on the way was a bathroom. Dammit. She really didn’t want to sit through the meeting distracted by an uncomfortably full bladder. Up ahead, Stephanie and Ryan stood waiting politely by the door as they waited for the visitors to enter the room. She’d just have to ask them where the bathroom was and excuse herself for just a moment, even if it was a little embarrassing. She was sure the rest would understand; it had been a long drive, after all.
    She paused as she came to the door, turning to face Stephanie. “Before I go in, can you please tell me where the restroom is? I just need to freshen up quickly.”
    “Oh! Actually…” Stephanie gave her an apologetic smile. “We were told this morning that the plumbing is still down in the building. I’m afraid all the restrooms here are out of order. Really sorry about that.” She gave Abby a sympathetic glance.
    “Oh, no worries, that’s totally fine!” Abby quickly waved it off, acting completely unbothered; the last thing she wanted was to draw attention to herself over such a personal matter, especially in front of so many important figures. In truth, however, she could feel her heart sinking inside. The building’s plumbing being off was a completely unexpected twist, and her mind raced as she realized the ramifications. With no bathrooms available anywhere nearby, she’d have to wait not only until the end of the meeting, but through the entire drive back! At least two hours… Abby thought apprehensively. That was a long time, especially considering how badly she had to pee already. She felt nervous again as she strode into the room and took her place next to Mrs. Wilkins at the far end of the large wooden table within. As she laid out her binder full of documents in front of her, she tried to ignore the growing urge down below. I’ll be fine, she told herself in reassurance. Just focus on the meeting, it’ll go by in a flash.
    “Alright, let’s get started then, shall we?” Stephanie closed the door behind her, and she and Ryan joined the table to begin the meeting.
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    Resch reacted to UrineLover1 in Pee Holding Tournament   
    Melody’s full bladder instantly gave a squirt. Melody bit her lip and cursed silently. Melody felt her panties fill up with hot urine and that urine seeped through to her sweatpants. The very sound of water was simply too much for her tired aching, middle-aged, mom bladder. The good news was, it was just a quick squirt. Melody was able to stop it immediately. The bad news was that the hiss from her squirt was extra loud and now the crotch of her sweat was dark gray. Melody was positive that someone would notice. The last thing Melody needed was for them to torment her more. If melody received any more torture, she may just burst open! Melody's fears became a reality when Leonard turned to face her.
    “My, my, Melody… Is that a leak, I see?”
    Melody’s hands shot to her crotch. Both to help hold and to help cover the evidence. “No…” Melody’s voice peeped.
    “Really?” Leonard asked. “Cause I heard a hiss and saw some darkness from you.”
    Curse this man’s excellent hearing and vision!
    “You leaked?” Alexandria cried.
    All eyes were on Melody.
    “Okay, okay,” Melody moaned. “I leaked, I leaked. You happy! I leaked!” The crowd began to whisper and mutter to one another. The crowd was quite literally on the edge of their seats, anxious to see what would become of Melody’s overfilled bladder. Melody spotted Logan in the crowd. Melody feared disappointing him. But Logan didn’t appear upset. He just smiled and waved.
    “You said leaking doesn't count though, right?” Elena wondered of Leonard.
    “It doesn’t,” Leonard agreed. He grinned at Melody. “But full-on accidents do! And it looks to me like we are getting closer and closer to having one of those on our hands!”
    “Look, look,” Melody stumbled around like a drunk. “What happened… What happened was…”
    “Yeah…” Tasha said, tauntingly.
    “See, my bladder was just so filled up, and more urine is coming down from my kidneys, see… My kidneys have yet to process all of that heavy stuff!” Melody fumbled for an excuse to explain her leak. “And see, my bladder was just so full… That when more urine came down, it was like, ‘hey, we don’t have anywhere to put this…’ And it squirted some out to make room.” The crowd, contestants, and Leonard all mumbled in mocking tones, clearly not believing her. “That’s all it was, that’s all it was!” Melody held up both hands and waved them to the crowd in a ‘hold on one second’ gesture. Melody kept her knees together and stumbled back and forth on the floor while waving. “Just an attempt to make some room!” Melody explained. “My bladder just needed room so some pee had to come out!”
    “Sure, sure, Melody, we believe you,” Leonard joked.
    “Of course, that is all it was!” Tasha cried.
    “Obviously,” Carmen snorted.
    Melody smiled at Logan and he smiled back. Melody knew she was acting like a goof. But she also knew that was one of the things Logan liked best about her. Melody knew she didn’t have to win to impress him. But she would still do her very hardest to hold everything back! But as the pressure on her mom bladder grew, Melody could tell another squirt was on its way.
    “Turn it up, Chat,” Leonard instructed the man with the iPad.
    Silence fell as the roaring sounds of rain drowned everyone out.
    Millions of heavy raindrops filled the black background of the screen. They all came thundering down onto the asphalt, each one making an individual pruussh sound that when combined was as loud as the roar of a herd of elephants.
    The image changed and now resembled that of a creek. Gentle flowing water swam down the sides. Water crashed against rocks, splashing over the sides in an attempt to keep on moving forward. The sounds of trickling water were heard all throughout the room.
    The image changed again to show a raging waterfall. A waterfall - that must have been one hundred feet in height - was shown on the screen, causing a very loud roaring sound as it collided with the water below it. The lake below rippled as the water was pulled in all directions, splashing down from its one-hundred-foot-long fall off the cliff.
    The image changed to that of waves in the ocean. Enormous tides grew upwards until they finally crashed down on the surface of the expansive cerulean ocean. White sea foam rippled across the waves and the seawater, shooting outwards all over the surface of the grand waters.
    The image became one of a fire hydrant exploding. The red fire hydrant burst into bits, allowing a ten-foot-tall geyser of water to spring from the ground and climb higher and higher into the sky, the sound defining to all passing by. The water geyser broke apart and squirts of cold water flew back toward the ground in their own separate streams. And yet, more water just kept erupting from the ground, causing the geyser to never end.
    The image switched to that of a men’s bathroom. A man stood at a large urinal bowl, filled to the brim with sloshing clear water. While the man - nor his genitals - were on screen, the women saw clearly a light yellow stream come from somewhere off the frame, and make its way, arcing through the air and crashing down into the water. The water rippled and an all too familiar tinkling sound was heard.
    Each image was even more painful than the last. But upon watching an actual urine stream, Juliet’s bladder gave in. Her sphincter weakened, only for a second, and allowed a massive leak to escape. This leak was nearly twice as big as the one Melody had done. Juliet’s jeans instantly became dark. Juliet leaped to her feet, cursing widely. She grasped and grabbed herself. The first stream had stopped, but another came out. Juliet’s entire vulva was now soaking. As were her underwear and jeans.
    Juliet squeezed tight, tighter, tighter than she ever had before. But it was no use. Her muscles were simply too weak and strained from this long hold and the massive amount of liquids they were attempting to hold back. Another hot squirt erupted into the jeans of Juliet. She managed to close it off, but she felt her pee hole already begin to twitch open to allow yet another leak out.
    Juliet stood, urine seeping down her pant leg, causing the stain to grow and grow. Juliet felt warm pee gush down her thigh which was hindering her ability to hold farther.
    “Uh oh,” Leonard poked fun at. “Looks like Juliet has sprung a leak! And a pretty big leak too!”
    “What’s the matter, Juliet?” Tasha squirmed. “Unable to hold like a big girl?”
    The SH sound formed on Juliet’s lips. She may have been about to shout at Taasha to shut up, or about to swear. Either way, she was too fatigued to get the words out. All of Juliet’s concentration went into not expelling any more fluids. However, she had drunk far too much. She had over five liters. And given the fact that this fluid was three times heavier than its original counterpart, Juliet had drunk about four gallons of fluid. It wanted out. It needed to come out!
    “How, Juliet,” Leonard exclaimed. “Check out that bulge!”
    Juliet’s stomach was protruding several inches from her chest. It was so large, Juliet nearly fell down just trying to carry the damn thing! A large squirt shot out. Cursing and biting her teeth, Juliet silenced the stream.
    Meanwhile, Melody felt a little trickle escape her shut pee hole. It was nearly nothing like Juliet was doing, however. Exhilaration washed over Melody as she began to realize that she may not be the first one to burst her bladder!
    “Oh… OH NO!!!” Juliet wailed. Tears were streaming down her face in two separate streams, one from each eyeball. Puddles of sweat were forming on Juliet’s forehead and arms. Her hands were trembling and her legs were wobbling, unable to support the weight of her bladder. Juliet’s urethra kept involuntarily contracting open and closed, open and closed. Each time it opened a jet of warm liquid shot from it. And now, it opened. Juliet’s sphincter gave in to the heaps of pressure from her bladder.
    Juliet now stood there, pee gushing from her, her jeans growing darker and shinier by the second, sweat and tears over her face, her pee hole twitching, her bladder slowly shrinking, and the scent of pee growing in the air.
    Juliet peed her pants entirely. And it felt good. A large puddle slowly began to form at the feet of the fallen competitor.
    The crowd cheered as did Juliet’s competition.
    Juliet peed and peed. Juliet just held her head back and moaned. Several long moments passed as Juliet’s bladder drained itself entirely. Juliet now stood, soaking wet and smelling of pee… But empty. And it felt good!
    Juliet’s perception levels decreased as did her tears. And so did her bladder bulge vanish from sight.
    Melody had to take a step back to avoid standing in Juliet’s overwhelmingly large pee puddle. Tasha also had to move her stool to the side. Carmen lifted her feet onto her stool as Juliet’s massive puddle began to flow downstream, so to speak.
    “Well, one down, five to go!” Leonard wailed. “How do you feel, Juliet?”
    “Wet and sticky… But I am relieved!” Juliet exhaled! The crowd laughed and so did Leonard.
    “Looks like my bladder is indeed stronger!” Tasha mocked.
    Juliet just stuck her tongue out at her best friend. Juliet truly hated the idea of Tasha winning their little contest. She mostly hated Tasha now knowing that she did in fact have a larger bladder than Juliet. Juliet was mostly upset about coming in last place. Juliet now knew she had the smallest bladder here! Out of her competition, anyway. But truthfully… Juliet was just grateful for the relief! And this may be the freedom of her bladder talking, but she had fun. Juliet really didn’t care that she lost. She enjoyed herself regardless!
    “How about you go get cleaned up, Juliet?” Leonard asked. “We have some spare pants for you.” One of Leonard's assistants came forward with a pair of jeans, t-shirt, underwear, and socks. This was good because Juliet quite literally soaked everything!
    “Good call,” Juliet took the supplies from the assistant and walked to the door. “Watch out for that,” she motioned to her puddle. “And Tasha… You will lose! And I will laugh and laugh!”
    “Maybe so,” Tasha hugged her knees. “But at least I won’t be the first one out! Now that is just embarrassing!”
    Rolling her eyes, Juliet left the room, dripping wet, leaving a long trail of pee in her wake.
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    Resch reacted to huberp76 in Girls gets punished for to be girls!   
    They lay on the sofa, the girl pressed her body hard against the guy’s body. The extra pressure from outside made her urge so strong that her all her body was shaking from needing to pee so bad.
    The guy did love to feel that and he did love to hold her skinny body tight in his strong arms.
    He wanted to fuck her but with her knotted legs was that not really possible.
    He putted slowly and carefully her gorgeous, thin girl legs apart and pushed his hard dick deep in her young girl slit which was squeezed so hard and tight together from needing to pee so horrible bad.
    The girl moaned and whined from lust and need, that made the guy even more horny, she should more suffer,  her bladder must get more tortured , she could never need to pee strong enough for him and therefore he pressed and pushed on it to make her urge and her need stronger.
    When he pressed, he could feel how she tensed all her muscles to hold her urine inside her and he could feel how she squeezed her tight slit hard around his big dick.
    After a while it was getting over the limit of her endurance, she was getting fucked so hard and she was so very, very full, that it was spurting out of her with every hard push he did with his dick inside her.
    She pissed touring fucking but that was no problem for both of them. They were both in absolutely ecstasy, but they did change from sofa to the floor, because the girl was already  leaking heavy and was wetting the sofa with her urine.
    After they were „ready „ they went again to the shower and there he let her piss.
    The „skinny „ was a talent in fucking and in pee holding.  She was a sex talent and she enjoyed to get her poor bladder tortured. She was a little bit pain horny and she loved the pain from needing to pee and the pain from a bursting full bladder.
    The guy was sure that it was not her absolutely limit, she would have been able to endure more without she gets fucked and without he pressed and pushed her bulging bladder so much, but that combination what they did just before was absolutely great and fantastic for him.  He wanted more of that and he did know that would not have been their last time.
    Amanda was as well a talent, she was a natural talent in pee holding , she could bear up not to pee for 37 hours and she was able to go to sleep with her bladder full from 31 hours.
    It was already late summer, autumn was coming soon and the bailiff wanted to spend again a night with Amanda in the cabin at the mountains, before it starts to snow.
    He wanted to make her hold 3 hours longer than the last time, he wanted to force her to hold her urine for totally 40 hours.
    Is a girl able to endure that, can Amanda endure it?
    Amanda was happy and enjoyed  that the bailiff wanted to go to the cabin to spend the night with her, but she was worried as he told her that she would not be allowed to pee after 12 noon at the day before they leave.
    Her poor bladder would be full from 20 hours before they start.
     
     
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    Resch reacted to huberp76 in Girls gets punished for to be girls!   
    The guy did cum just minutes before, but he was horny again from watching the girl piss.
    To see how the hot urine was spurting out between her slim thighs with much pressure and a loud hissing sound, was very arousing for him. 
    She had her thighs wide apart and gave him a good view to her naked girl slit.
    It lasted very long until her so much overfilled bladder was totally empty.
    ”Take off your wet pissed, smelly panties and give it to me.” ordered the man.
    He took it in his hand and wiped with a dry spot of her panties her pee wet cunt dry.
    He did it not very gentle, he was rubbing with the fabric hard and deep in the girls slit.
    ”Aaauuuuh, you hurt me, that little thing between my thighs is very sensitive and vulnerable ! “ said the girl and smiled.
    At the way home she was sitting with her wet panties in her hand, but she had no panties under her gown.
    He pushed her clothes fare up at her thighs and pushed one finger deep in her slit.
    ”Your cunt is still wet.” said the guy.
    ”But no more from pee, it can not get dry if you push your finger inside.” answered the girl and smiled again.
    ”What I am now for you?
    Your toy? Your girl slut? You piss whore? You’re no piss whore? Your piss holding whore?” asked the girl.
    ”I don’t know it not just yet, but i will think about it. Tomorrow i am in the down for business and the day after you will come to my office after work with your bladder full from the day, then your bladder will have to pay.” answered the man.
     
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    Resch reacted to huberp76 in Girls gets punished for to be girls!   
    “What Are you doing to me? My panties are wet and my bladder is full to explode. My urge to piss hurts like hell. Is it still not enough for you? How much more must you torture a poor, young girl to get satisfied? Would you like to make me to your dirty, little slut, would you like to fuck me until i piss, until i burst ?” asked the tomboy.
    “ You are such a naughty, spoiled brat, i should do with you what you said, for punishing for taking like that with me, i should plug you up for some hours and then i should fuck you until you piss yourself .” answered the guy.
    ”Why are you so rude to me? I have been such a good girl, i have been holding it for so long.
    Not even 2 weeks ago i pissed  my panties and i had to squat at afternoon at the field, because i could not hold it any longer and now i can bear up until back at the farm.” said the girl.
    ”That is really a good enhancement of your holding performance. Since how long are you needing to go today?” asked the guy and could no more hide his horniness in his voice.
    ”It was like every day, i piss at 6.30am and i feel my bladder again at about 10 am. At noon i would need to go urgently and late at the afternoon it is getting painful, but i have to hold it and i have to work with a very full bladder.
    On the way to the farm it is hurting me very bad and you can’t imagine just a little bit what i am feeling now, but i think that you like that and you can’t get enough from torturing me.
    I can never win that game against you, when i am able to hold it all day until i am back to the farm, then you don’t let me to the toilet, you make me hold for hours longer and if i am still able to hold it, then you press and push on my bladder until i piss myself, or you don’t let me go until i must piss myself.
    I have no chance, you will always win!”said the girl.
    ” You think that we play a game, okay then let us play a game, but i make the rules and they will always torture your bladder, they will always get painful for you and they make you suffer.” answered the guy.
    The skinny did know that she had no rights and no chance, they did not have to have rules, they did not need rules, she was always committed to him and she always had to obey, but on the other hand she did know and she did feel that he was a little bit addicted to her and to her young, skinny body and she could shortchange that, she only had to be ready and willing to hold her pee and to let him her bladder torture.
    That could be a little chance for her against the big and mighty bailiff.
    The guy had a problem, he had a meeting late at the evening and could not use that situation much longer. He was a little bit disappointed about it.  He wanted to make her hold much longer, he wanted to torture that skinny gal so much, he wanted not let her piss until she piss herself, but he had not time enough.
    To bring her home and let her to the toilet would be too bad for him, it would have been pity for all that pee what she was holding back inside her for so long.
    He did use the time to drive around with her for a half an hour long, he could enjoy to see how she was rubbing her knees, how she pressed her slim thighs together, he had his hand on her thigh and could feel how she tensed her muscles hard to keep it in and he could hear her moan.
    ”Let me piss please, before it is too late!” she was begging and was bending over.
    The guy stopped the lorry and ordered her to strip her clothes.
    The girl obeyed. It was so hornymaking for him to see her thin belly so swollen with her overfilled bladder, to see her bladder bulging out over her tiny panties up to her belly button. It must have been very painful for her to hold so much piss ,but it was painful for him too, not to fuck her. 
    He could not resist to push in her abdomen and to press her bladder so hard until her already wet panties were getting more wet. Her body was shaking from the effort to hold it again after she pissed 2 or 3 spurts in her panties, but she did know that she would not be able to endure that much longer.
    She had to stop him, but he was in ecstasy with torturing her so much, he did not let him stop until she opened his fly.
    She took out his bone hard dick and took it in her mouth. She made him the best blow job he ever had.
    After he did cum in her mouth, she asked “may i pee now?”
    ”Yes you may.” he answered. She did slowly and carefully of her bursting full bladder get out of the lorry.
    She pulled her panties down under her knees knees and pissed like a mare.
    She pissed so hard, so powerful and with so much pressure that the guy thought it must tear her little piss hole.
    ” It feels sooo good !” she moaned and asked “ how will you punish me tomorrow for my wet panties?”  touring she pissed.
    ”It seams like you like it to get punished and tortured, do you?” asked the man.
     
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    Resch reacted to huberp76 in Girls gets punished for to be girls!   
    The guy started to think about the girls question “ why do you love to torture me so much, why don’t you let me piss although you know that i am needing it so urgently and painful?”
    He did not find a simple answer for her question. There is something deep inside him that makes him horny if a girl is needing to pee, but is not allowed to go, if she is forced to hold it for extreme long periods of time.
    He was so turned on and aroused from the girl beside him, that he wanted not miss even 1 minute of her painful “pee holding fight”.
    ”I don’t let that gal piss, not even if her bladder will burst inside her thin abdomen.” he though to himself.
    ”How much longer can she bear up? How much longer can she endure that?” he asked himself.
    ” Let me piss please! I am needing it so bad, it hurts so much, let me finally pee, i have been holding it for so long.”she was begging.
    ”No i don’t let you. You are a young girl, with a young, healthy body, you can hold it!  Girls have always be able to hold their piss, no matter how bad it gets an how bad they are needing to go.”answered the guy.
    ” Get i punished for to be a girl?
    Girls need to pee! Girls feel a pain if they don’t pee ! Have you ever held your piss all day, or longer? Did you ever feel how much that is hurting ?“ asked the tomboy angry.
    “No because it is not necessary, we men can piss nearly everywhere, but you girls have to pull down your panties, you have to squat and you show us your naked cunt when you piss and that make us want to fuck you. It is absolutely not allowed for you girls to show us men your bare cunt, therefore you have to hold it no matter what!“ said the man.
    “No matter what!?? It is giant opposite between talking and doing it. You can tell me that i have to hold it until tomorrow, but i will never be able to do it. Let me piss now, my bladder is up to my navel and hard as a melon. It’s nearly coming out of me!! Let me squat somewhere, i MUST let out.“ was the girl begging.
    The guy was sliding with his hand up on her slim girl tight till her little panties. He lifted her clothes and said „ is it really that bad? Show me your belly and your big, full bladder.“ 
    It was so horny for him to see her bladder bulging out between her hipbones out of her slim abdomen.
    He started to caress her belly and he wanted to feel the firmness of her overfilled bladder.
    “I’ll piss if you press just minimal! Just a touch will be to much for me.“ don’t torture me any longer, you can see now how full i am. Stop somewhere and let me piss!“ said the girl.
    “ No, stop to beg, i don’t let you.
    2 hours ago you told me that you can’t hold it any longer longer and now you are still holding it. I think 2 hours later you will still be able to hold it.
    Since how long are you needing to go?“ asked the guy.
    “You use my painful suffering for to make you horny. You want to hear how bad it is and how long i need to piss, because it turns you on to see me frantic to piss and squirm from pain.” answered the tomboy.
    She talk in a way with the bailiff which would be never allowed, but he let her do it.
    He did like her tomboy style and it gives him more reason for punishing her. Her girl bladder has to pay for that.
    „I tell you my harm and my hurt, but then you let me piss, is that a deal?”she said.
    ” You have no right for a deal, you just have to obey and to control the needs of your skinny, horny body.” answered the man and pressed hard on her swollen bladder.
    The poor girl was bending and shaking and exclaimed a loud AAAHHH and AAUU.
    Her little panties were getting wet over her slit and turned from white to yellow.
    ”You dirty gal pissed in your panties, i told you that you are not allowed to piss, you have to get punished very hard for disobedience.” said the man.
    ”That was not fair what you did with me, you pressed so hard, you pushed my pee out of me, but it was just one spurt.
    “What will you do with me, how will you punish me?” asked the girl worried.
     
     
     
     
     
     
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    Resch reacted to huberp76 in Girls gets punished for to be girls!   
    How ordered, was the girl next day at the bailiff‘s office.As soon as she closed the door behind her, she crossed her legs.
    “My bladder is so full!! May i go to the toilet please?“ she asked.
    “No, you may not. We make a little journey to the fields and to the paddock.“ said the guy.
    “Can i please pee before we leave? It is so urgently since so long! Let me go please.“ begged the girl, pressed both hands between her thighs and bended over to demonstrate the urgency.
    Absolutely wrong what she did, that was a extra turn on for the guy. He wanted not let her pee, not even if she would explode.
    “No i don’t let you go, but you will drink a large glass water before we leave and stop to beg for a piss!
    Did you forget it, you told me that you got told that a girl is not allowed to ask for a toilet and less than ever she is not allowed to ask a guy for permission to piss. Girls have to hold it. Hold it, you are old enough.“said the man.
    They went to a small, old lorry. He wanted to have the girl close by his side, to be able to watch her fight against her strong urge.
    He did get what he wanted, as soon as she was sitting, she pushed her gown between her thighs and showed him her slim girl thighs naked up to the top. 
    The farm track was very bumpy and that was very painful for the girl, especially for her overfilled bladder.
    “Can you please drive slower, those bumps hurts my bladder so much.“ begged the girl.
    “Is it really so bad?“ asked the guy and could not wait that it would get worse for the young, skinny girl.
    He enjoyed to think about how much water was on the way to her very full bladder.
    “That is more than bad, that is nearly unbearable, it hurts so much that i think my bladder burst at every single bump.
    The guy had all the time of the world, he loved to enjoy every minute with the bursting full girl beside him and he loved the thought that  her bladder will get fuller and fuller. 
    Not till one hour he stopped at a field and showed her some plans.
    The girl did slowly get out of the lorry. She pressed one hand hard under her gown exactly at her panties over her slit where the girls pee want to come out so bad and so urgently. She could no more stand upright and she could not normally walke.
    „Let me piss please. I have been a good girl, i said please, i begged you, i did drink all the water and i did hold it for so long although it was hurting so bad for so long, let me squat here.“ was the girl begging.
    “No you are not allowed to pee, i don’t let you squat, you have a bladder for to collect your dirty, smelly girl piss, use your bladder and hold it.“ answered the guy.
    “My bladder must be already giant as a pumpkin, let me piss now.“ said the girl.
    He did not let her squat, he did not let her piss, she had to go back with crossed legs  to the lorry. 
    She squeezed her thin girl thighs together as hard as possible, she was rubbing her bony knees and she moaned and groaned.
    The guy putted his his hand on the girls slim, naked, sexy thigh and he could feel at every bump how she tensed her muscles to hold her pee back in her slim body.
    “Why do you hurt me so bad , why do you torture me so much? Just because i am a girl and just because you love it if girls get nearly crazy from needing to pee so bad?“ asked the skinny.
    The guy did not answer to her question. It was quiet for some minutes.
    “I can’t no more, I’ll piss myself, i overflow your car if you don’t let me go now.“ said the girl a little later.
    She did not pee since early morning, she was needing to go all afternoon, she had to drink a large glass water on her so much overfilled bladder.
    The guy did know and he could feel it, that she was very near to her limit. He had 2 options. He could drive on and on and don’t stop for her to let her go until she piss herself, or he drive as long until she reach her absolutely limit and let her squat and watch her piss.
     
     
     
     
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    Resch reacted to huberp76 in Girls gets punished for to be girls!   
    “ Why do you guys always like to torture us girls? Why do you like to see us suffer and why don’t you let us piss if we need to? Since i can remember i got told “ wait and hold it “ or “ girls have to learn to suppress their bodily needs” “ girls have to be able to hold it until they are allowed to pee” “ girls should never begging for to go “, but can you guys not understand that we girls are needing to piss as well and that we feel a pain too, if our bladders are full to explode?“
    Let me piss, it hurts me so much!” said the skinny.
    She is not allowed to talk like that with him, but he was glad about it, it gave him a extra reason to punish her more and worse.
    ”Punishment has to hurt, it has to be painful and no absolutely no, you are not allowed to go to the toilet and woe betide you piss your panties, I’ll cork your piss hole shut until tomorrow, then you will see and feel what it means need to piss.” said the guy and ordered a second time to strip her clothes.
    ” Do you want to kill me?” asked the skinny tomboy cheeky.
    ”No, i don’t want to kill you, but i will torture you very hard for your uneducated. answer the bailiff.
    The girl was now bewildered and afraid, she stripped her clothes and was standing now in front of the guy, just with bra and panties.
    ”Take off your bra and leave just your panties on.” ordered the guy.
    She was standing in front of him, naked just with her little panties.
    For someone who loves skinny girls, she was absolutely a dream and perfect.
    Small, firm  breasts, a flat abdomen with pregnant hipbones, between her hipbones the contours of her very full bladder and very slim thighs. Her legs were very slim too, but good shaped.
    The bailiff did like that type of skinny girls and he did like it too that she was tomboyish.
    She is for him the kind of girl what should get tortured. He wanted to hear her moan and groan from needing to piss.
    He went behind her and putted both hands on her lower abdomen. He caressed her belly and pressed more and more on her swollen bladder.
    The skinny knotted her legs and was shaking at all her body from the effort to keep her panties dry.
    ”Stop that, I’ll piss myself, i do it in my panties!” said the girl.
    ”I told you what happens if you piss your panties.” replied the man.
    ”Stop it, please stop it, don’t hurt me so much.” was the girl begging.
    Sure that the guy did not stop, he wanted more and he could not get enough from torturing her and her girl bladder. He pressed and pushed her so very full bladder so hard until the poor girls panties were getting wet.
    At little bit wee was running down on her naked, slim thighs.
    ”Do you plug me up now?” asked the girl worried.
    ” No you did not piss your self, you just wetted your panties a little bit. This time i will have mercy with you, but i see, i have a lot of work in front of me with you.
    Tomorrow you come at the same time, you are not allowed to go to the toilet before, you bring your badder very full and then we will see what happens.” answered the man.
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    Resch reacted to huberp76 in Girls gets punished for to be girls!   
    The 2 girls who were holding their pee as well since early morning and were feeling a strong urge since hours said to each other that the women should keep quiet, they don’t even know what it means needing to pee, they let it out minimum twice a day.
    The skinny was indeed a tomboy and had usually a big mouth, but was bewildered about the situation.
    Worker had nearly no rights to that time, women and girls least of all. 
    If she wanted to work there, she must have been ready to torture herself and to torture her bladder.
    The next days she did hold it with all her willpower and with all her bodily power, no matter how bad it was and no matter how much it hurts.
    On the way home she had her skinny tight crossed, but she could keep her panties dry.
    Day after day she did suffer every late afternoon a strong urge to pee, but like the 2 other girls said, she did get accustomed to hold a full bladder for hours.
    2 weeks after her squatting action, someone must have told it to the bailiff.
    It was an opportunity to use that for his special sadism. The girl should get punished !  Her bladder should get tortured!!
    One evening when they came back from the field, the skinny’s first way was to the toilet to take a much needed pee, but as soon as she did get down from the trailer, she was ordered to the bailiff’s office.
    She wanted to the toilet before but they did not let her go.
    She was standing with her thin girl legs tight crossed.
    ”May i go to the toilet first, i am needing to piss since before noon?! I need to piss so bad, i can’t hold it any longer.”said the girl.
    ”Oh no, absolutely no, pissing is the reason why you are here, i heard that you pissed in front of the the men, i heard that you pulled you panties down and showed them your cunt!!? 
    That is immoral, that is impossible and that has to get punished very hard.” said the bailiff.
    ” I did not show them my cunt, i just could not hold my pee anymore, i had to pee so bad that i simply had to pee, because i could not hold it back anymore.” answered the girl.
    ”You are a big girl and you are old enough that you have to be able to hold your dirty piss inside you.” answered the guy.
    ”I am able, but not for so long, girls have to piss as well sometimes. Let me go now to the toilet, i peed not since early morning, i am about to wet my panties.” was the girl begging, was bending over and crossed her super slim legs very tight.
    “Pee holding is a part of your work, a part of your education and i will train you that part and for your wrongdoing you will get punished now.”said the man.
    ”Let me piss before you punish me!!” said the girl.
    ”Oh no, you will not piss!
    Banned  to pee will be your punishment!
    A punishment should be painful, it should hurt and you will see needing to pee and being not allowed to do it and being forced to hold it back although your bladder is near to burst, can get pretty painful. But that will be the best punishment and the best training at once for your special wrongdoing.” said the guy with a smile on his face.
    ” The first day at the field i pissed my panties, the second day i was squatting and since then i trained myself to hold it all day long and to endure the pain, but more i can’t stand. Let me to the toilet before i piss myself again.” said the girl, pressed both hands between her thin girl thighs and squatted down.
    Her naked thighs up to her panties and her awful need to pee, turned him on very much.
    ”No panned to piss and bladder torture, will be your punishment. I don’t let you to the toilet, no matter how urgently and how painful you will need it!” answered the man.
    ”Let me finally pee, i need to go since before noon, i can’t bear it longer, I’ll piss my panties if you don’t let me go.” was she begging.
    ” Strip your clothes, drink 2 large glass water and hold it for one hour more. Then I’ll think about that i let you to the toilet.” answered the guy.
    “Today is just the first part of your punishing, but you punishment will last all week long.” he recharged.
     
     
     
     
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    Resch reacted to huberp76 in Girls gets punished for to be girls!   
    Later an afternoon stopped the girl more and more to work, she crossed her slim, naked legs and bent over.
    ” Absolutely impossible that she can hold it until at home.” said a boy, it was one of them who watched Reese in the kitchen.
    ” She has to hold it, she has no other way, or do you think that she will piss herself?” asked the other boy.
    ” I don’t know, but we pissed already twice and we will piss one more time before we go home, she is holding all that amount of pee inside her She is so skinny, her bladder must became very big and it must bulging out a lot of her slim belly. I can’t imagine that she will be able to hold until at home .”
    “That gal makes so horny, i would love to play with her thin body , i would love  to press and to push on her bladder to make her tiny panties a little bit wet.” said the boy.
    “Sadist!” said the other, “ but i would love that too. To fuck her before she can piss, would be a dream.” said the first guy.
    ”Did you ever fuck a girl who was needing to pee so very, very bad?” wanted the boy know.
    They were so turned on from that situation and from knowing that the girl was needing to wee so bad, that they could not think anything else. They could not take their eyes from her and they could not stop to talk about her.
    ”I have to piss!! I can’t wait much longer.” said the skinny to the chubby.
    ”You can wait, you just need the willpower! I need to pee as well very bad, but i think i can put it off until we are at the farm.” answered the thick girl.
    The skinny was very vulgarian and with a very slanguage.
    ”I can’t wait and i can’t but it off, i am leaking since a while. My wet panty is rubbing at my cunt and that burns like fire and my bladder hurts like hell, that is torture!! I can’t wait and i don’t want to wait any longer!” said the skinny, lifted her clothes, pulled her panties down under her knees, squatted down and pissed like a cow.
    All other could see her and all other watched her. They could not believe what they saw. Never before swatted a woman or a girl and pissed in front of the man.
    At the evening on the way home as  they were sitting on the trailer said one of the 2 boys  “ great show, great to see you piss, but next time tell us before you squat, we will come closer  to have a better view between your thighs.”
    The women were very angry and said that the girl is a shame for all female and that they had never before seen such an immoral, naughty gal. 
    She should get plugged her dirty piss hole if she is not able to hold her urine.
    They said that they would tell it to the bailiff, if she would do that again.
     
     
     
     
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    Resch reacted to huberp76 in Girls gets punished for to be girls!   
    The chubby revealed not that the skinny pissed her panties, she was afraid that she will do the same in a few minutes.
    Her clothes were agglomerated and pressed against her crotch, her thick thighs were naked and her knees were rubbing together.
    It was a great show for the men and the boys, they did like that very much and one of them asked teasing „is really sooo bad gal?“
    Another said “ squeeze your thighs together, they are thick enough, they are nearly made for that help you hold.”
    The boys were bad as ever, one of them jumped down of trailer and ran to the toilet so that the girls could not get in.
    The chubby was squatting  in front of the door, with two hands pressed hard between her thighs. The other 2 girls were waiting with crossed legs and the skinny was needing to wee again was standing with rubbing knees in the line.
    The girls were again punished for to be girls!
    The boys pissed as the field, the women did not wear undies and peed standing as well at the field , but the girls did wear short clothes and panties, they could not squat in front of the guys, they had to hold their urine from early morning until evening. Their bladders were hurting for hours, but they are girls and they have to endure that!
    Some of the boys were standing with a boner  in front of the door and listened how powerful and how long the girls pissed after holding it for so long. They did imagine how it is jetting out from their young pussy’s.
    The first day was not a good day for the 2 new girl’s.
    It was a torture for the chubby and it was a shame for the skinny. They had both fear from the next day.
    ”They can improbable demand that we don’t pee all day long. I can’t bear up for so long and i can’t piss my panties every day.” said the skinny.
    ”I don’t want everyday suffer so much like today, but i think we don’t have another chance than to hold it. The other 2 hold it all day since weeks and they said that we will get used to do it.” answered the chubby.
    Next day at lunch it was the same as the day before. 
    “My bladder is already so full, i need to pee, i can’t endure to hold it for hours longer.” said the skinny and pushed the fabric of her clothes between her thighs. Her super slim thighs were bare this way up to the top.
    ”I would need to pee too, but we have no other way than to hold it. I think the other 2 would need to go as well, but they hold it day after day. We have to learn that too.” answered the chubby.
    ”Look at the skinny, it looks like she has to piss and it seams very urgently.” said one of the boys.
    Oh yes, you are right, she really needs to piss. I think that she will not be able to hold her piss back for 6 more hours. 
    The skinny is so great, her thin legs are so super sexy, just to see them makes me want to fuck her.” said the other.
    ”To know that she is needing to pee and that she has to wait and hold for so long, makes really horny. I think we will have a great afternoon.” answered the boy.
     
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    Resch reacted to huberp76 in Girls gets punished for to be girls!   
    It was a great experience for both of them.
    The girl did not know till now that her bladder can get so big and that she is able to overfill it to such a abnormal size, she did not know that the urge and the need to pee can get so very painful and she did not know that it hurts so much to hold the pee back for such a unnatural long time.
    On the other hand she did not know until then that sex can be so wonderful and so fantastic.
    It was painful for her to got tortured so bad, but it was arousing and horny at the same time.
    It was arousing for her as well that she got so absolutely dominated. She was needing to pee so bad, for so long, but she was not allowed to go, he did not even let her do her so urgently bodily needs, he did not let her relief herself, no matter how bad she was needing it. He tortured her very hard, but at a special way she did like it.
    For the guy was it a great experience as well. He was addicted to that girl.
    Addicted to her young body, to her structured stomach, to the shape of her legs, to her tight pussy and to her mega strong bladder.
    He loved the way she fucks  and how she moves her fantastic body touring sex.
    Just to see that body wakes his desire to torture it, especially the piss balloon in her abdomen, he had the desire to make her hold her pee until she gets crazy from needing to piss.
    He wants to see her sexy legs knotted and her bladder swollen. He wants to press and push hard and deep in her belly to make her strong urge stronger and to hear her moan and groan from needing to pee so bad, he wants to torture her and her strong horny girl bladder.
    Her poor bladder was like a sex toy for him, it was not only made to collect her urine, in his eyes it was made to get overfilled and to get tortured.
    To push, to press, to poke and to massage her big, swollen bladder in her sexy belly was the most horny foreplay he could imagine.
    Amanda got a soft job at the farm. A part of her job was to let him her bladder torture and to let him fuck her, but she did love it.
    They were addicted to each other and to their special kind of sex.
    His orders were very clear, if he said “ no piss next morning„ then she did know that she would get fucked tomorrow, or if he wanted more from her and her bladder, then he said „ no pee before sleeping „ then she did know that she was not allowed to piss after 3 pm and that she had to go to sleep with her already full bladder.
    Amanda could endure to get fucked with her bladder full from 24 hours with no big problems. Sure it was hurt her sometimes, but meanwhile she did like that kind of pain and she did love to have sex with her bladder very, very full.
    The guy did let her piss sometimes in the measuring jug after sex and when she was really full, she was holding between 1.250ml and 1.350 ml in her bladder.
    They agreed both that she must have been holding nearly 1.500 ml at the cabin on the mountains and they agreed that they want to repeat that.
    Amanda would love that too, but was a little bit afraid about it, because that was hurting her so bad and it was so painful for her poor bladder, but on the other hand, to sleep with the guy all night long in one bed and to have a fantastic sex with him, must be reason enough to let her stupid bladder suffer.
    They had  sex since some weeks and they were happy, but Reese was getting more and more jealous about it.
     
     
     
     
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    Resch reacted to huberp76 in Girls gets punished for to be girls!   
    „Master, i need to pee so very, very bad and so urgently. May i go please, it doesn’t matter how could it is and it doesn’t matter that it is dark outside, i just want to piss.“ begged the girl.
    “I know that you are needing to pee very bad and i really love that and therefore you will wait until sunrise. You are a big girl you will be able to do that!“ answered the guy.
    Amanda did not know until now how much it can hurt not to pee for so long, she did not know how painful it gets to force the bladder to expand to a unnatural size, to overstretch it until it gets big as a pumpkin.
    She did use all her willpower to endure the pain and she did use all her bodily power to hold the large amount of hot urine in her slim girl body.
    She was fighting very hard against her bodily needs. but she was at her limit, she did not have a pee since 37 hours and she could feel that a few drops were coming out of her.
    „If you want to make me hold it longer, than you have to plug me up, it is already coming out.“ said Amanda.
    “ I don’t cork you up, but i help you hold it.” said the man, pushed one finger in the girls slit and pressed hard against her little peehole.
    He was so horny, he wanted to fuck her so bad, but he did know that this would be impossible, she could no more endure to get fucked that full, she would wet the bed with more than 1.5 liter pee.
    They were laying on their side, his body pressed on the girls body, his right hand over her hips, his finger in her slit, on her peehole and his hard dick between the girls ass cheeks. He was so horny since so long that he had to be careful not to cum just from rubbing his penis on her ass and between her thighs.
    It was becoming light outside. He was horny as hell, but he could not fuck her, Amanda was no more able to give her thighs apart without to piss. Her bladder was bulging from hipbone to hipbone and up to her navel. It was hard and big as a melon.
    He always wanted to fuck a girl full like she was, but now he could not do it.
    Maybe it was the punishment for to make her hold it for to long and to torture her to much.
    Amanda was hardly getting out of the bed, she was bending over and had one finger on her peehole.
    She walked with nearly crossed legs and hard rubbing knees. Suddenly she stopped a few drops of wee were running down on her naked thighs. She crossed her legs so tight that she was shaking with all her body.
    Some seconds later she did try to walk further.
    With knotted legs she opened the door and just one step after she was outside she started to piss like a mare.
    She had no more the time to squat it was bursting out of her, down on the ground and at her naked thighs and legs.
    The girl pissed herself totally.
    Touring pissing she squatted and it was jetting out between her wonderful thighs in a wide arch.
    The guy never before saw someone piss so powerful and so long.
    After that great show he did take her back in their bed , her cunt and her sexy legs were still wet with her pee, then he fucked her like crazy.
    Not even one hour later a second time.
    He though to himself „ That girl is not only a „holding talent „ she is a „ fucking talent „ too and he thought „ next time i don’t let her piss, no matter how full she is and no matter how much she is needing it, i fuck her on her bursting full bladder, no matter if she will overflow our bed touring fucking,
     
     
     
     
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    Resch reacted to Rexone_312 in Poonam under Pressure   
    Hi Omo Lovers: If you love absolute nail biting desperation, putting our heroine to stretch her lmits, the this story is for you.
    Presenting to you all: Poonam, a famous and bold actress from India.
     
     

    Prologue:
    Poonam came home drunk and exhausted after a long day at work and the bladder burst cotnest with her friends which she won by a significant margin. Without bothering to go the bathroom she eagerly fell into bed, ready for a good night's sleep. However, her bladder had other ideas. It was full to the brim, and she could feel the pressure building. She tried to ignore it, thinking that she could hold on until morning, but her bladder had different plans.
     
    As she drifted off to sleep, Poonam found herself in a strange dream. She was walking through a maze, desperately searching for a bathroom. Every door she opened led to another dead end, and she could feel her need to pee growing more and more urgent. It was like a nightmare that she couldn't wake up from. In her dream, Poonam was frantically searching for a bathroom, but in reality, she was tossing and turning in her bed. She was in a constant state of discomfort, and every movement she made only seemed to make it worse. She could feel the pressure building inside her, and she knew that she couldn't hold on for much longer.
     
    In the dream, Poonam finally stumbled upon a bathroom, but it was occupied. She banged on the door, begging the person inside to hurry up, but they refused to budge. In reality, Poonam was still tossing and turning, her bladder feeling like it was about to burst. She was getting desperate, and she knew that she had to find a way to relieve herself soon.
     
    As the dream continued, Poonam's desperation grew more intense. She was running through the maze now, trying to find a bathroom before it was too late. But in reality, she was still in bed, squirming and wriggling as she tried to find a comfortable position. She could feel herself starting to leak, and she knew that she had to do something quickly. And that’s when she woke up.
     
    The fateful morning:
     Poonam was a name that echoed through the Indian film industry. Her bold and exhibitionist nature had made her a darling of the tabloids. Her sultry looks and unapologetic admission of going under the knife to gain massive boobs, had only added to her fame. But beneath all of that, she was a gifted actress, and her big break was finally within reach. She had landed an audition for the lead role in an indie film that was highly anticipated, and the opportunity was too good to pass up.
     
    The day of the audition was supposed to be the biggest day of Poonam's life. She had set her alarm for 7 am to give herself plenty of time to prepare for the audition at 10 am. But when she woke up, she realized that she had overslept. Her heart raced as she looked at the clock, realizing that it was already 9 am. Panic set in as she jumped out of bed, frantically trying to gather her thoughts and get ready as quickly as possible.
     
    As she rushed to get dressed, Poonam felt an intense urge to empty her bladder. Her body had been religiously containing all the water and beer she had been chugging from the previous evening, and now it was screaming for release. Any other girl would already be sitting on the toilet emptying herself but being in showbiz, she was used to being desperate all the time. She decided that her bladder needed to keep the piss in. Besides, she didn't have time to stop and take care of it.
     
    Poonam stood in front of her full-length mirror, sweating profusely and one hand nursing her little bladder bulge. Her outfit for the day was a dangerously low cut top and extremely tight leather pants, coupled with stilettos. But as luck would have it, she struggled to put them on. Thanks to her nagging bladder and her slight gain in weight. She had been trying for what felt like an eternity, but they just wouldn't budge past her thighs. She had been determined to wear them to the audition to impress everyone, but now she was regretting her decision.
     
    Poonam took a deep breath and pulled with all her might; her face contorted with effort. She was grateful that she was alone in her room, as she didn't want anyone to witness her embarrassing struggle. She tried to wiggle them up inch by inch, but it seemed like the pants had a life of their own and were fighting back against her. She took a break to cool down and clench her muscles, but the pants seemed to have grown tighter in the meantime. She hopped around the room, trying to loosen them up, but it only made things worse. The leather pants seemed to be mocking her, as if saying, "Ha! You thought you could wear us? Think again!"
     
    Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Poonam managed to wiggle into the pants, but they were so tight that she couldn't even bend over to pick up her phone. Once she buttoned them up, her urge to pee shot up twice. She had to waddle around the room, trying to stretch them out, but it only made her look like a penguin trying to dance. She sighed and accepted her fate, knowing that she was going to have to spend the entire evening in these unforgiving leather pants. Right now, the audition was the priority. Peeing can wait for some other convenient time.
     
    Poonam ran out of the door, her heart racing, fuelled by her passion for acting and the fear of missing out on this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. As she arrived at the audition, Poonam was breathless and sweating profusely. Her nerves were shot, but she tried to compose herself. When she was called in to start the audition, Poonam knew that she had to give it her all, despite her physical discomfort. For the next hour, she clenched her muscles hard and poured everything she had into the audition. She delivered her lines with conviction, showing her range as an actress, and leaving it all on the stage. But all the while, she was fighting an intense urge to pee that was threatening to overwhelm her.
     
    Her tight leather pants and stilettos were making things even worse. The sharp stilettos were biting into her flesh, making it difficult for her to stand still. Her bladder was screaming for release, and she could feel the wetness spreading through her pants. But she gritted her teeth, determined not to let it show. The tension in the room was palpable as Poonam struggled to maintain her composure. Every second felt like an eternity, and she could feel the sweat running down her back. Her breathing was laboured, and she could hear her heart pounding in her chest. It was a battle of wills, and Poonam refused to be defeated.
     
    After an exhausting and gruelling afternoon of auditioning, Poonam stumbled out of the room, her legs weak and her bladder on the brink of explosion. She had never felt such desperation before and was practically hallucinating about floating toilet bowls. Her phone buzzed, reminding her of her flight in just one hour. With a sense of urgency, she hailed a cab, determined not to waste any more time.
     
    The flight:
    As the cab sped towards the airport, Poonam's discomfort grew more intense. She fought to maintain her composure, doing kegels non-stop to hold back the flood. But the pressure in her abdomen was becoming unbearable, and she could feel sweat pouring down her forehead. She rushed through check-in and security, but her distress only continued to mount. By the time she boarded the plane, Poonam was on the verge of tears. She was so uncomfortable that she could hardly comprehend how to put on the seat belt. She tried to distract herself with thoughts of the successful audition she had just completed, but all she could think about was the desperate need to use the bathroom. The plane took off, and Poonam's discomfort only intensified. She shifted in her seat, trying to find relief, but nothing seemed to help. She watched a movie, listened to music, but her mind was consumed with the pain in her abdomen.
     
    A few soft drinks and 2 painfully slow hours later, the captain announced that they were approaching their destination, Poonam felt a surge of relief. Throughout the flight the seat belt signed remained on – perhaps the pilot forgot to turn them off. Poonam knew she wouldn't be able to use the bathroom until they landed. She was going to burst. When the plane touched down, Poonam was the first to disembark. The bathrooms at the airport were across the long hall of luggage conveyors but they were closed due to cleaning. She had no choice but to hurry to the waiting cab. Her three-hour journey was without any restroom stops, and the discomfort only got worse.
     
    No amount of distraction could take her mind off from her all-consuming need. She begged the driver to stop at a rest stop, but he refused, and Poonam felt like she was going to have a medical emergency. In desperation, Poonam pleaded with the driver again to find a bathroom, but there was nothing for miles. As the pressure built inside her, her body tensed up, and she felt like she was going to collapse. It was the most intense discomfort she had ever experienced, and she knew that she was running out of her capacity.
     
    28 hours had passed since she last used the toilet. Given her hectic schedule she restricted herself to one or max two pees a day. These were uncharted waters for her. The anxiety was overwhelming, and Poonam was starting to panic.
     
    The photoshoot:
    Poonam never thought that being an actress could be so painful. She was currently shooting an overnight ad campaign, and her stylist had chosen the tightest, most constrictive rubber catsuit she had ever worn. It was like wearing a second skin that was crushing her bulging bladder. And to make matters worse, she had made a grave mistake: drinking a massive bottle of water on her way to the shoot, thanks to the hot weather. At first, she kept repeating to herself that she was strong and apply “Mind over matter” concept. But as the hours passed by, her bladder grew fuller and fuller, and her discomfort reached unimaginable heights. She was sweating bullets, her eyes darting around the set, looking for a way out, but there was none. Her stomach was rumbling, and her bladder was on the brink of exploding. She knew that she was in trouble.
     
    The director called for another take, and Poonam gritted her teeth. She tried to concentrate on the shoot, but all she could think of was her the brewing pressure between her legs. She was doing a photo shoot on a yacht, and the water around her was mocking her. She felt like screaming, but instead, she just posed, holding her breath, and praying for the shoot to be over soon.
     
    But the shoot didn't end anytime soon. The director kept calling for more and more takes, and Poonam felt like she was dying. Every time she moved; she felt a new wave of pressure hitting her bladder. She couldn't even think straight anymore. Her body was on autopilot, and her mind was consumed with a single thought: “bathroom, bathroom, bathroom.”
     
    Hours passed, and the sun started to rise. The shoot finally ended, and Poonam was allowed to leave. She stumbled off the yacht, her legs shaking, and her eyes glazed. She was so desperate to relieve herself that she didn't care about anything else. 38 hours and nearly 2 litres of piss being pumped into her bladder Poonam needed help, and fast. But her nightmare was far from over.
     
    As Poonam stumbled off the set, the next reminder on her phone told her that to rush to a shopping mall for the launch of a famous perfume line, and the journey was going to take another two hours. Poonam regretted all the juices she had consumed during the night and the short breakfast break earlier. Due to paucity of time, she chose to continue wearing the tight rubber catsuit. It only added to her misery. She was now in excruciating pain, and she struggled to keep a straight face.
     
    The Mall Visit: 
    Once she reached the mall, Poonam longingly looked at the door of the washrooms. But the frenzy of the crowd meant that the washrooms were off limits. Poonam's heart sank once again. She didn't know how much longer she could go without using the restroom. As she launched her perfume line and posed for photos, Poonam knew that she had to find a way to escape and use the bathroom. Her discomfort had turned into agony, and she was on the verge of collapsing from the intense pressure building up inside her. She tried to take deep breaths and stay calm, but with more and more pee gushing into her bladder the tightness of her costume increased. It was becoming increasingly difficult to sit, breathe or do anything normally. The urge to relieve herself was becoming unbearable, and she felt like she was going to explode.
     
    Poonam whispered to her assistant and begged her to find a restroom as soon as possible, but due to security reasons, she was not allowed to leave her designated schedule or place. Her frustration and desperation grew with each passing moment. Every step that she took to move sloshed the bowling ball sized bladder inside her. As the day wore on, Poonam's bladder continued to swell. The only difference being that nobody was able to see underneath the flat corset like structure of the catsuit lied a severely compressed bladder.
     
    To add to her misery, Poonam now had to have lunch with the sponsors and the magazine guys. They were taken to a posh restaurant. She was sweating profusely, but it wasn't the heat that was causing her discomfort. It was the tight and constrictive outfit she was wearing, coupled with an extremely full bladder that made her feel like she was about to burst at any moment. To make matters worse, she had just finished eating an extremely hot and spicy lunch. She thought the water would help cool her off, but now she regretted it. Her bladder was already begging for relief, and the copious amounts of water she drank were only making it worse.
     
    Poonam tried to distract herself from the discomfort by focusing on conversating with others around the table, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. She shifted in her tight outfit, trying to find a comfortable position, but it was impossible. She felt like she was wearing a straitjacket that was slowly crushing her bladder. The photographers kept calling out instructions to hold the glass of wine or pose in a certain manner, turn her head and what not. But Poonam could barely concentrate. Her mind was consumed with thoughts of finding a bathroom. She tried to hold it in, but her body was beginning to rebel. Every move she made felt like a ticking time bomb. She felt beads of sweat pouring down her forehead and trickling down her back. She was a hot mess.
     
    The lunch seemed to drag on for an eternity, and Poonam was becoming increasingly fidgety. She tried to subtly signal to her assistant that she was in dire need of a bathroom break, but she was too focused on eating lunch herself. When she tried to excuse herself, but her security team told her that it wasn't safe to leave without them. Poonam's frustration and desperation grew with each passing moment. She felt trapped and helpless, and her body was now profusely sweating. She was nearing the end of her tether.
     
    The Fashion Show:
    Poonam knew that she couldn't go on like this for much longer but her damned schedule was packed to the brim. In next two hours she found herself in an even more elaborate setting, a judge of a fashion show. She was at the front row and her task was to carefully examine each model as they walked down the runway. The clothes were stunning, and the models looked effortlessly chic, but Poonam couldn't focus on anything other than her own discomfort.
     
    She tried to shift in her seat, hoping to find a more comfortable position, but nothing seemed to work. Every movement kept worsening her desperation somehow. Her vagina lips quivered non-stop, and legs were crossed tightly, her hands were fidgeting in her lap, and her forehead was beaded with sweat. She was in agony, but she couldn't let anyone know. After all, she was the judge of the fashion show, and she needed to maintain her composure.
     
    As the next model walked out onto the runway, Poonam's focus shifted from the clothes to her own bodily functions. She could feel her bladder screaming for release, and she knew that she couldn't hold it in any longer. She shifted in her seat once more, trying to find a way to relieve the pressure without anyone noticing. But it was no use. The urge was too strong, and she was too embarrassed to ask for a break.
     
    Time simply refused to pass but Poonam's desperation kept on increasing. She could not comprehend how was she still getting more frantic. She was sweating profusely now, felt the dampness spreading down her back. The heat and sweat inside her rubber catsuit was making her thirsty so, she had to keep chugging water to cool herself off. It was a vicious cycle. Her eyes darted around the room, looking for a way out, but there was no escape.
     
    3 excruciatingly slow hours later, the last model walked down the runway, and the show was over. Poonam jumped up from her seat, almost knocking over her chair in the process. However, an escape was not happening yet. As she heard her name being called, Poonam took a deep breath and walked onto the stage. She plastered a smile on her face and started to speak, but her mind was racing. All she could think about was how badly she needed to pee. She had not gone for over 42 hours now and her bladder was relentlessly trying to push all the pee out of her body. But for now, with all eyes of her, Poonam had to suffer in silence.
     
    She fumbled to open the envelopes and make sense of the forms and cards handed over to her. Over a minute or two of awkward silence on the mic, she started to read out the names of the runners-up with a shaky voice. Poonam's bladder began to spasm. She shifted from foot to foot, crossing and uncrossing her legs, trying to find some relief. But it was no use. She was at the verge of exploding.
     
    Finally, the moment of truth arrived. Poonam read out the name of the winner, and the crowd erupted in cheers. But all Poonam could think about was how badly she needed to pee. She tried to hurry offstage, but the photographers wanted a few more shots. She smiled for the cameras, but inside, she was in agony. Her otherwise flamboyant style of seductive poses was replaced by schoolgirl like poses. Her hands were firmly placed on her bladder as if carrying its load and lips were permanently pursed. The vein on her forehead was bulging out with the strain of holding back the flood. She cursed herself for getting into this situation.
     
    As soon as the last pap clicked the photo she rushed out of the room, her hand pressed tightly against her crotch. She could almost see the light from heavens when the show was over. She prayed for a toilet to pop out magically. It was sheer luck or as-if the gods listened to her prayers, her eyes finally fell on the door ladies toilet shining at a distance. She started taking baby steps towards it with bated breath. Her vagina was burning with the pee trying to explode out.
     
    The Interview:
    Poonam’s hand almost reached the handle of the door just when her assistant caught hold of her and pulled her away from the toilet. She yelled at the assistant, but the latter stood her ground. There was simply no time for a bathroom break. And given the tight contraption of the rubber costume, Poonam would require at least an hour to get in and out of the suit, followed by the touch up of makeup. Plus the media would ridicule her and make memes out of her visit to the toilets. They absolutely needed to leave immediately for the interview with FMH magazine. Fame before everything else – Poonam’s assistant quoted her.
     
    Poonam's heart sank. She didn't know how much longer she could hold it in, and the thought of enduring another event without relief was unbearable. But an hour later, she was on the stage with a well-known host surrounded by lights and cameras. As the interview began, Poonam sat down in a chair and crossed her legs, trying to act calm and collected. However, she soon realized that her outfit was causing her some serious discomfort than even before. One of the belts at the back of her dress had slipped to the next notch while adjusting it in the car. The catsuit was squeezing her bladder tighter and tighter. She felt as if it was shrinking by the minute. The ribs of the corset dug into her bladder and her control was wavering. A full gallon was compressed inside her constricted bladder for nearly 2 days now.
     
    The interviewer, oblivious to Poonam’s predicament kept asked her a series of questions. Rather it was a laundry list of questions. Thanks to Poonam’s absolute control over her expressions, she looked calm and tried her best to answer them as if nothing was wrong. In reality, her mind was entirely focused on her the stinging bladder pain. The pressure was mounting. The box of tissues given to her on set was now exhausted. After half an hour she started fanning her legs involuntarily. It was a do or die situation for her. The room felt like it was getting hotter by the minute, making her situation even worse.
     
    As the interview dragged on, Poonam's bladder grew more and more insistent. She shifted in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs, trying to find some relief, but nothing worked. She could feel a tiny bit of pee leaking out, and she knew that she was in deep trouble. The interviewer seemed concerned, but she ignored it and the cameras kept rolling. Poonam tried to hold on, but a big spurt escaped into her tight undies causing her to jolt. It was too much for her to handle.
    Suddenly, in the middle of a question, she blurted out,
    "Excuse me, I need to use take a break, if its, Ok? It’s getting very hot in my outfit"
    "We will turn the AC further down, but could you just wait half an hour more - we are rolling hence."
    Poonam politely agreed to wait, but her bladder was on fire. Now with the AC temperature lowered further, she now had to battle the cold. It was a catastrophic situation for her.
     
    The interview continued, and Poonam's bladder became more and more insistent. She was squirming in her seat, her face contorted in discomfort. She couldn't concentrate on anything the interviewer was saying, and her mind was completely blank except for the thought of finding a bathroom. Just when she thought she couldn't hold on any longer, the interviewer finally wrapped up. Poonam quickly stood up, barely able to walk straight. She made her way out of the room, her legs shaking. Her assistant came running to her aid and escorted Poonam to her car. On their way they passed the glorious ladies’ toilets. Poonam tried her best to convince her guards to they told her that the toilets were locked.
     
    The Final Leg:
    As Poonam got into the car, she knew she needed to find a restroom fast. She warned her assistant that finding a bathroom was her only priority. Her assistant asked the driver to speed to the nearest hotel. Her bladder was on the verge of bursting. Her legs simply kept scissoring involuntarily. Her hands seemed to be glued to her crotch. The seams of the tight rubber outfit dug into the apex of her bladder. d she could barely sit still. They finally arrived at the hotel, but all the rooms were booked. Poonam had tears in her eyes and pressure rising. The assistant pleaded with the staff to find a solution, but they refused to help them out. Poonam had to spend the night in her car, unable to relieve herself for almost 10 more hours.
     
    The night was hell for Poonam. She tried to distract herself by listening to music, but the discomfort was almost unbearable. As dawn broke, she headed to the airport, but the journey took longer than expected due to an accident. Poonam was pulling her hair out in desperation. Finally, they arrived, and she rushed to the restroom but heard the final boarding call. She had to choose between the relief and the flight back home. She chose the latter and settled into her seat, hoping for some relief during the flight.
     
    The onboard restrooms were closed due to turbulence, which made Poonam's discomfort worse. She tried to distract herself with thoughts of her loved ones, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Every time the plane shook a jet of pee shot into her thongs. She tightly grabbed her crotch and held her breath to stem the flow. The mere thought of enduring the flight without relief was too much to bear.
     
    Poonam's body was in agony. Every breathe felt like a knife being stabbed in her bladder. Her lower back ached, her thighs numb and vagina on fire. She called the airhostess to ask how much longer the flight had before landing but the news was not good. To prevent entering the storm the pilot was taking a longer route which meant additional hour of time. She turned white with fear. Waiting for each minute was like a year for her and the air hostess dropped a bomb on her telling that there was additional hour to go. 66 hours of pee boiled inside her bladder threatening to flood the entire cabin.
     
    Poonam closed her eyes and prayed for the plane to land soon, but the wait seemed never-ending. As the plane finally touched down, Poonam took baby steps out of the flight and inched towards the restrooms. Her body was simply not in a position to wait any longer, and she could feel herself leaking just by seeing the symbol of the ladies' room. But as she finally reached the restroom, she was devastated to see that the line for the ladies' room was incredibly long. Poonam pleaded with the women in front of her to allow her to go first, but nobody cooperated. She was forced to leave the airport, carrying her swollen bladder, and feeling utterly defeated.
     
    The Final-Final Leg:
    As she sat in the cab, Poonam's desperation grew more and more unbearable. Every bump on the road sent shock waves through her body, and she clutched the seat tightly, trying to hold it in. Finally, she reached the parking space of her apartment, but the challenge was far from over. Poonam knew that she was running out of time. She got out of the cab, her heart pounding with fear, and tried to walk as calmly as possible. But her bladder was now beyond her control, and she felt spurts of pee escape with every breathe. She was still a few meters away from her building, and the road connecting the parking space to her building was busy with people and vehicles.
     
    If anyone saw Poonam they would assume Poonam had stepped out right after a bath. Her eyes were red and body drenched with sweat. So much sweat that every movement caused a squelching noise. The passer by looked at her with astonishment and concern. When anyone tried to approach her Poonam simply signaled them with her hands to step away. Each milli-second was precious. Finally, she reached the door of her building, her hands shaking with desperation. She managed to open the door and rushed to the elevator.
     
    The elevators in her building were the fastest in the city but on this fateful day, it seemed to have slowed down. The lift took nearly 3 minutes to come down from the 60th floor. Poonam was nearly curled up on the floor. Her breath was labored, and hot jets of piss kept erupting out of her pussy. 73 hours’ worth of piss was confined in her cavernous bladder which had stretched beyond its limits. Her muscles were cramped and overworked. She wept silently once she got into the elevator. Every passing ding was like a hammer blow to her bladder. People came in and went out on different floors forcing Poonam to stand straight and act normally.
     
    Nearly 7 long minutes later, Poonam crawled to her apartment. She frantically pee danced in front of the door muttering curses under her breath. But the keys were nowhere to be found. With one hand shoved inside her crotch almost cutting through the rubber, she struggled to open all the compartments in her handbag. The insides of her rubber outfit were now getting warm. She screamed in frustration and collapsed down. She simply couldn’t believe her luck. After 3 long days without using the toilet, after enduring so much torture and pain, she finally reached her apartment, hoping to find some relief, only to be faced with another challenge. Fate seemed to play a sick game with her as-if they were trying to prevent Poonam from peeing at any cost.
     
    But Poonam knew that getting angry wouldn't solve the problem. To her utter dismay her mobile battery had dried out. In a fit of rage, she threw it on the wall. Tears rolled down her cheek. The in-built corset was not enough to hide her bladder bulge. It was sticking out obscenely. Her head started spinning merely thinking about the amount of piss she was holding. She took help of the wall and stood up. Gravity was wreaking havoc on her heavy bladder and her needle thin heels were burning her calves. She straightened herself, took a deep breath and started walking towards the lift. Minutes later she reached the reception of the building. The receptionist was confused because Poonam was struggling to frame sentences now.
    “C-C-Call a locksmith” A whisper came out of Poonam’s mouth.
    “Sorry Ma’am” The receptionist
    “CALL A FUCKING LOCKSMITH NOW!”
    The receptionist was taken aback. She immediately dialed the locksmith. Poonam requested her for a private lobby or a cabin to sit in but there were none. So, she was forced to sit in the open lobby where each passer-by could see her. Her body was shaking vigorously. She sat on her heels rocking. She could taste her piss at the back of her tongue. Despite all this she was forced to keep her hands away from her crotch. Her lips throbbed and she barely had any strength to clench her muscles any harder.
     
    It took another two hours to get a locksmith. By the time he arrived she had leaked a copious amount of piss inside her tight catsuit. The leakage would be equivalent to a normal woman’s most desperate pee. Poonam followed the locksmith who managed to open the door. As she was tried to rush inside the locksmith he demanded for his payment.
     
    Poonam was weeping now. The toilet was just a few feet away from her and still she could not rush. She barely kept cash in her handbag. She requested him to wait for a few minutes but he was adamant that he was running out of time. Poor Poonam walked to her closet and there was none. She begged him to allow her some time to arrange and take the cash later in the day, but he was firm. Little did he know that a full gallon of piss was compressed inside her bladder. The bulge in her bladder was hard as steel, which distorted the corset. Her pregnant like bulge covered her entire midriff. If she could, she would have slapped that locksmith and gotten him thrown out but that would damage her reputation. So, she gritted her teeth, hobbled to an ATM and gave him the cash.
     
    Poonam’s body was on autopilot. She barely registered how she was functioning. Her skin inside her tight catsuit was taut. One could see her veins had she been naked. The pee which she had leaked earlier had now gotten somewhat cold and were rubbing against her pussy driving her mad. All the muscles in her thighs were tensed as if she had just finished a cycling race. Her back was arched, and her hair was all messy. But more than all that her muscles were strained beyond imagination. One after the other they spasmed.
     
    After a long strenuous walk from the ATM to the elevator and then to her apartment, Poonam had finally made it home. Her makeup was running down her sweaty face, just like her piss leaking from her vagina. But she had made it without a single trip to the bathroom in the last 3 days and over a gallon of steaming piss inside her bladder. Once the door closed, she could not walk anymore though. Her body simply refused to listen to her commands. She was seeing stars in front of her eyes. Sweat oozing out throughout her body. Her body shook violently. “Aahhhhh” she cried and collapsed on the floor, breaking the needle stiletto heels. The impact was too much for her. Her muscles simply could not bear any more strain. The jerk hit her like a freight train and boom! Her floodgates burst opened.
     
    “Noooooo!” Poonam cried, clasping her crotch.
     
    A violent gusher erupted out of her pussy forming a bulge at her crotch, as if there was a hard dick inside. That’s when she realized how hot the piss coming out was. It felt as if it was artificially heated. None of the piss was spreading out or leaking on the expensive rug below, thanks to the thick rubber outfit. All the tight confinement was giving an intense pleasure to Poonam. She orgasmed multiple times as the thick ferocious flow continued over a minute in full strength. A hissing sound akin to an open tap filled the room. Her eyes rolled up and her breath was short and swallowed. A gallon of piss filled up her catsuit and her legs, her crotch, her ass everything was squelching with hot piss. It was strangely titillating. As piss continued to gush out of her, she ran her hands all over her body feeling her up. After close to 2 and a half minutes the torrent finally stopped all of a sudden. Her muscles contracted violently to push everything out at once. Just when she tried to get up, one more hot stream of piss erupted again. Her kidneys were pumping piss into her bladder, and it was releasing them in real-time. This one was even stronger, sending her into an orgasm overdrive. Over a minute later her stream finally came to an end, gifting her a massive orgasm.
     
    Poonam was now lying on the floor with her fingers rubbing her piss-soaked clit, enjoying the bliss of her finally empty bladder. She had almost forgotten what it felt like to have an empty bladder. As she tried to get up an epiphany struck her.
     
    “What if I can bring myself to an orgasm every time I hold it to my limits?” Poonam bit her lips in anticipation as she geared up for her next big voluntary hold. The next day Poonam had her toilet bowl removed from her home, making the entire media go crazy.
     
    Poonam being Poonam, announced it to the world, “You know what’s my secret to strongest orgasms people – holding my pee till I burst!” She was now an omorashi addict, officially.
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    Resch reacted to huberp76 in Girls gets punished for to be girls!   
    “I am holding it since so long, i can no more, i can no longer. Let me let piss my urine out, i am holding so much that it is hurting me so much.”begged Amanda.
    ” The toilet is outside, you are naked and it is currently cold and dark outside.
    It is better for you to stay here in the warm bed with me and wait until sunrise. You should be able and you should be strong enough to hold it back for just some hours more.” answered the man.
    ” I need to piss so horrendous, it is worse than a girl can bear, but if you don’t let me go i have to endure it, i must stand it no matter what, i can impossible wet our bed.”said Amanda.
    Cold and dark would not have been a really reason for her to stay inside, even if there would have been snow and ice outside and she would have to go barefoot and naked outside , she would have done it to can finally pee.
    Amanda’s belly was swollen, her bladder was bulging out and the stretched skin over her so much overfilled bladder pressed extra hard from outside. She pulled her knees up to her chin to give her bladder more room  to ease the pressure and the “pee urge pain”.
    The guy did hold that young girl tight,  pressed his body hard against her body and could feel how she tensed her muscles to hold it.
    ”How much more bladder torture is that girl able to endure?” though the man to himself.
     
     
     
     
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    Resch reacted to huberp76 in Girls gets punished for to be girls!   
    The guy did enjoy to lie beside the girl and to watch her young beauty body in the light of the fire. He did like to knead her firm breasts, to caress her thighs and to lick her smooth skin all over her body.
    He did lie his thigh over her swollen abdomen and pressed light on her bulging bladder until the poor girl was moaning from needing to pee so very, very bad.
    He did like to torture her that way and to increase her already nearly unbearable urge and need to pee even more.
    Amanda was getting more and more to her limit, but she was still not begging for permission to pee.
    It was so different for the dominant guy,  until now he denied girls permission to pee when they were begging to go to the toilet. It is easy to say „no ! hold it!, or you are not allowed, or you have to wait until…“ But Amanda was suffering in silence, she did not ask for permission.
    He  could see the contours of her big bladder visible pregnant bulging out between her hipbones and over the waistband up to her navel. He pulled her panties slowly down over her thighs and over her knees.
    It was absolutely arousing for him to see her bare slit between her thighs and to know that so much hot pee wanted to come out of this young pussy.
    It was 10 pm, he said that they have to get up early next morning and that it would be time to go to sleep.
    Amanda was waiting and hoping that she would be allowed to piss before sleeping after holding it for so long and the guy was waiting that Amanda would ask for permission.
    No one of both did talk about pee and about to go to the toilet.
    They went to bed totally naked and covered  them with a thick duvet.
    He could not believe that the girl will go to sleep without to pee.
    It was unbelievable and arousing for him to lie with a young, naked girl in bed who did not pee since 31 hours. 
    The did lie side by side, he pressed his body tight against the slim body of the young girl and had one hand on the lower abdomen of the girl.
    He could feel the roundness and firmness of her so much overfilled bladder.
    Amanda was afraid that he would press on it and said silently „ please don’t push on it, i am holding so much inside me, i would overflow all our bed with my urine.“
    The guy could not resist, he pressed very softly on this ball full of hot girl wee. He wanted to feel the hardness and he wanted to hear her moaning.
    It was difficult for both to find a sleep. The girl could not sleep from needing to pee so bad and the guy could not sleep from horniness.
    After a while they slept nevertheless.
    At about 2 am the girl could not bear up anymore she waked up the man and said “ sorry, i can’t bear it anymore, i can’t endure it any longer. May i piss please!”
    ” You can piss in the morning, but not now in the middle of the night. You are a big girl you can suppress your urge and you can hold it back for so long. Girls should always be able to hold their pee no matter how bad they would need to go!” answered the guy.
     
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    Resch reacted to huberp76 in Girls gets punished for to be girls!   
    Poor Amanda stopped again once or twice to cross her slim, lovely bare legs before they reached the little stone house.
    As soon as they were inside, Amanda pressed both hands between her thighs and squatted down. She pushed the fabric of her panties deep inside her girl slit to shut her peehole that way.
    It was absolutely impossible for her to wet her panties, she had to keep her urine inside her no matter how bad it would get and how much it would hurt her. It was her only and her last chance for to get a easier work and on the other hand she was a little bit proud too for her ability to hold it and for her strong bladder.
    The man made a fire at the fireplace and it did not last very long until it was pretty warm inside.
    It was a special good feeling for him to be totally alone with the young girl in this house at the mountains and it was so very arousing for him to know that the girl did not wee since yesterday afternoon.
    He did take her in his arms and pressed her slim, young body hard against his body, he pressed especially hard on  her lower abdomen to push and torture her bladder that way.
    ”Are you feeling better, are you warm now?” he asked and rubbed her.
    “Oh yes, i am feeling much better, it is much better and much easier to hold if i am warm.
    My urge is very strong after holding it for so long, but i will be able not to go for much longer.” answered the girl.
    He still pressed his body and his hand dick, hard against her bladder to torture it.
    Amanda moaned and crossed her legs, she did know very well why he was doing that and was afraid that he would press some drops of her wee out of her in her panties.
    ”More can i not endure, it will come out, my panties will get wet, if you press harder.” said the girl and smiled shyly.
    “By the way panties, show me your panties. I think it is warm enough here, you can strip your clothes and you can wear only your panties 
    Your sexy young body and your little panties will be a good sight for me.” said the guy.
    Amanda did how she was told, she stripped her clothes except her panties.
    It was the first time that the man saw her completely body nearly naked. Her little panties pressed in her slit and the visible bladder over her waist band were an extra turn on for him.
    The guy started to caress her all over her body and the girl enjoyed that very much. She never was get treated like that before.
    To that time she was in her mind no more a maid, she was a little lady now.
    Amandas bladder was getting fuller and fuller over the hours, but she was calming down more and more.
    She was ready and willing to suppress her bodily needs for so long as any possible, but if he pressed too hard on her so much overfilled urine ball, she waked up from her dream, because of her need to pee pain.
    It was already early evening, the girl did not wee since 27 hours, she lay on the floor on a soft sheep fur and the guy lay with his head on her belly and used her bulging bladder for a pillow.
    She was able to endure that extra pressure from outside, just if he rolled his head, or if he pressed too hard she moaned and groaned.
    “What a girl !!” though the guy to himself.
    It was absolutely normal and common to that time and in their culture that women had to hold their bladder sometimes for extreme long periods of time, even it was already very painful.
    It was usual that men did stop on the way to an event or to a dinner invitation for a piss beside the car, it was as well usually that the wife’s did stay in the car. 
    Nobody did even think about the possibility that they would need to pee too.
    It was as well uncommon to use the bathroom from the host.
    Men and boys went off and on in the garden or in the yard , but women and big girls waited until at home.
    Not unusual that the men stopped at the way home again and the women waited with a bladder full and big as a melon inside.
    The man did usually not care about the bladder, or the painful urge of their wife’s.
    Some man did get turned on, when his wife stripped her dress at home and he could see her big pregnant bladder in her belly.
    She had to have then sex with him before he did allow her to go to the toilet for a much needed piss.
    The women are trained to drink and to hold their bladder for hours, but not near as long as Amanda.
    Who trained that girl, did she train herself? thought the guy.
    Amandas bladder was getting more and more visible in her slim belly.
    It was evening, they had a little supper. 
    Amanda pressed her knees together and massaged her swollen bladder. „ Sorry but i need to pee so unbelievable bad. „she said.
    Not only her need and her urge were unbelievable, all the girl was unbelievable, she did not piss since 29 hours and she was still not begging for the toilet, she was still not begging to be allowed to pee.
    She wanted to show him how long a girl can withstand without to pee, she wanted demonstrate how long she is able to bear up to hold her urine back and to endure the most painful need to pee urge.
     
     
     
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    Resch reacted to huberp76 in Girls gets punished for to be girls!   
    The guy was turned on very much, he wanted to fuck her really bad, but he did not, he did let her go to sleep.
    He looked at the jug with the girls wee which was still standing on his desk.
    He was aroused from the imagination that the girl was holding all that inside her and he did try to imagine how big the girls bladder must have been and how strong her urge to let all that out.
    He did smell at the warm, dark yellow liquid what the girl was holding inside her for so long before he poured it in the toilet.
    Amanda worked the next days on the field.
    The bailiff let her work hard for purpose to animate her to do next week her best holding performance for the hope to get for the future a easier work.
    On the special day Amanda was ordered to the guy’s office at 8 am.
    He asked her if she has obeyed his rules and  she told him that she did not pee since yesterday 3 pm.
    She said that she is needing to go since yesterday before she went to sleep and that her urge is already very strong, much stronger than usually in the morning, because she went to bed yesterday with her bladder already full from 7 hours, but she think that he would like that.
    ” Oh yes, i like girls who can control their body and their bodily needs, especially their bladder.
    I think that girls should get trained to piss just every second day, it’s not really necessary for a girl to empty her bladder every day.” said the man.
    ”It is very, very hard for me not to pee one entire day, but i think that we girls would all wet our panties if we would not be allowed to go for so long.” said the girl worried about that idea.
    ”You will get today the chance to show me how long a girl can last without to pee, you can show me how long you are able to hold your bladder full and your panties dry “ answered and smiled dirty.
    He told her that it will last about 3 hours to get to the cabin and that she should take a warm vest for the walk because it will get pretty cold at the mountains.
    They started at 9 am and stopped at the halftime for something to eat and to drink.
    It was getting cool and the girl took her vest out of her rucksack, but her legs did stay bare from her shoes until up to her panties.
    She was sitting at a stump of a tree, the man a little below her. He could see her naked thighs up to her panties. He was getting so horny that it was hard for him not to fuck her at the moment.
    It was not to understand for him, on one hand he did like her and he was so attracted from her sexy body, on the other hand he wanted torture her and her awesome body.
    Just a little later she stopped walking, crossed her legs, was bending over and said “sorry but i need to pee so bad, every single step hurts me.”
    The guy loved to see and to hear that. 
    “You are a strong girl, squeeze your slit tight and don’t get weak.” he said.
    The chilly air on the bare skin of her legs and the cold wind what was blowing up at her nude thighs, was sure not the best for her strong urge.
    Not even 10 minutes later she stopped again, pressed her hands between her thighs and crossed her legs.
    ”I am very sorry, i don’t know why, but i need to piss so bad, i can’t bear up any longer. Let me squat here and let me piss just for a few seconds, then i try to hold it until tomorrow morning.”was the girl begging.
    ”What is wrong with you? Last week you wanted to go to sleep with your bladder full from 24 hours and now you are not even able to hold it for 21 hours.
    I told you that you get a second chance, but i don’t give you a third chance. You will not piss even one single drop, squeeze your dirty cunt shut and hold it.” blustered the guy.
    ”Sorry, i don’t know why it is so bad, maybe because i am so cold. I will hold it no matter what!!” said Amanda with a silent voice.
    ” Not even a half an hour until the cabin and then we make a fire to warm you up.” answered the man.
    He was not a real sadist, he could never hurt her, he wanted just to make her hold and to torture her poor girl bladder!!
    She walked with one hand pressed hard between her thighs. The fabric of her clothes was pushed together and her thighs  was getting more naked and more cold that way.
    She had goose pimples from being cold and from needing to piss so unbelievable bad and urgently.
     
     
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    Resch reacted to Rexone_312 in Desperate Yana   
    Yana woke up with a jolt. The gusher of the piss and the warmth felt so real that she panicked. She dreamt of pissing herself in the office in front of everyone. Thankfully it was just a coin sized spot on her thong. A dull but strong ache plagued her lower belly reminding her of the bladder burst challenge with her colleagues last evening.
     
    Yana immediately hopped into the bathroom; her eyes fell on the enticing porcelain bowl. It shined as a beam of sunlight fell on it from the wide glass window. As if the heavens themselves were seducing her to come and release the gusher she was brewing for nearly a day now. She tore away her tiny thong and landed her bum on the seat. The floodgates opened instantly. An inch thick stream of hot piss, hit the water below, forming dense white froth. Hardly 3 seconds had passed when she suddenly cut the stream going in full force. She winced with pain and hurriedly came out of the bathroom. She started looking for her mobile phone and after losing a few more spurts she finally found it hidden inside the jacket she wore yesterday.
     
    Yana’s hands trembled as she tried to enter the complex phone pattern. Her bladder was revolting furiously after being denied relief mid-way. After 4 attempts she finally unlocked her phone and video called her mother. Yana was 27 but she and her twin sister had always been super obedient to her mother, especially about discipline of not peeing in the morning. Her mother had imparted to her that gross bodily functions like peeing must be kept at the last.
     
    “Hey. . Hi Mom” Yana began.
    “Hey sweetypie! Good morning!” Her mother replied while rocking back and forth.
    “Mom, I-I am in trouble. . I’m bursting for a pee. It’s coming out. . .”
    “Oh my poor girl! Didn’t you go last night?”
    “I – I was out at a party. I got drunk and fell asleep as soon as I crashed into the bed”
    “How many times have I told you TO-NOT-SKIP-BEFORE-BED-PEES? That’s the only appropriate time to go.”
    “Mom – it – I was drunk”
    “So what! Look around at all the photos on your wall – what do you see?” Her mother interrupted.
    “What about them?”
    “If you look closely, in each photo there’s a noticeable bulge on your bladder. Be it the orange bodycon dress you wore on your graduation where you went on stage with 26 hours of pee, or when we were in the road trip from California to Florida and you managed to hold it throughout the trip. Or that Ted-Y speech where you nearly wet yourself on the stage.”
     
    Yana nodded. Tears brimming in her eyes.
     
    “Baby, the point is… ahhh” Her mother grabbed her pussy tight. “In all your important events of your life, we ensured that you were always bursting at seams, and you came out with flying colours. It’s our family tradition to put such gross silly bodily functions at the last of everything. We never pee in the morning. Control is everything. Just because you are holding a few cans of beer and missed your only break last night, can’t be an excuse to break the family custom. You better keep it corked up. You must not break the family tradition of discipline and perfectionism.”
     
    “Mom, please this is an exception. I have never failed you before.”
     
    “That is because we didn’t allow you to fail. And don’t forget all the success that came to you because of this discipline. There-Is-No-Exception-To-This-Rule. Remember that your watch and your mobile is synced to the entire family. The green dots tell me everything.” Her mother sternly replied and hung up on her.
     
    Tears fell from Yana’s eyes as she tightly clutched her pussy. It was truly the most desperate she had ever gotten in her life. No girl on the planet could contain 7 pints of beer and nearly a gallon of water and act normally. But here Yana was. The perfectionist of her family. The calendar widget on her phone showed green dots on each past date. Each dot meant one or no pees that day. She hastily scrolled to the left and saw that for months and years each date had a green dot. If she broke the rule there would be one red dot in her otherwise spotless record. The entire family with whom the calendar was synced would know it. That was a mortifying thought.
     
    With her hands shoved into her crotch Yana entered the bathroom again. Before her body could prepare itself, she turned on the shower sending her into a frenzy. Her face turned red, and knuckles turned white with the effort of gripping her pussy shut. For most of the shower she remained curled up on the floor with legs crossed tight.
     
    After the shower Yana waddled her way downstairs and finished her breakfast. Solid English breakfast coupled with a tall glass of glass of juice. She held the glass of juice in her hand and stared at it with pursed lips. Those additional 350ml of liquid could wreak havoc with her body. But she gulped it down at one go. No mercy whatsoever. The juice hit her bladder like a freight train. The glass fell from her hands as her muscles nearly gave up. She closed her eyes shut while her body shuddered. Around 10 minutes passed before the waves of desperation subsided for a bit.
     
    Getting ready for the office was another hurdle Yana had to face. Going out with puffy eyes and messy hair was not an option. Her tag of Miss Florida came as an additional baggage for her. Holding her breath, she started applying the layers of makeup. Cleanser, then toner, moisturiser, foundation, and sunscreen. Each step was slower than the previous. Every time she took her hands out of her crotch a spurt or two leaked. By the time she was done with her makeup she had to discard three thongs. After spending a painful hour in front of the mirror, Yana stood in front of her closet with shaky legs, staring at the tiny brown dress that lay crumpled on the hanger. It was her favourite dress, the one that always made her feel sexy and powerful, but today it seemed like an insurmountable obstacle.
     
    She reached for the dress, her hands trembling with anticipation and anxiety, and held it up to her body. But as she tried to slip it on, she could feel the fabric straining against her skin, resisting her every attempt to squeeze into it. She looked down at her bladder, which had ballooned overnight, a bloated and uncomfortable mass that made her feel self-conscious. She could feel tears of frustration and disappointment welling up in her eyes, the sense of defeat almost too much to bear. With a sense of resignation, she turned away from the dress, her mind already racing with thoughts of what to wear instead. She knew that she couldn’t go to work feeling uncomfortable and self-conscious, that she needed to find something that made her feel confident and put-together.
     
    But as she rummaged through her closet, her eyes kept drifting back to the brown dress. Finally, she decided to teach her bladder a lesson for not cooperating with her. She took out her dreaded waist clincher and with a deep breath, started wrapping it around her torso. The bulge on her bladder was so big that the hooks were a good few inches apart. Yana however was determined to go through it. Ignoring the way the thick fabric squeezed her bladder underneath, she gave a tight pull and quickly hooked the clincher to the tightest. All the hot piss was suddenly compressed in half the space sending a tsunami of desperation down her pussy.
     
    She nearly squatted down and prevented the outburst. A little later Yana squared her shoulders and made her way out the door, determined to face the day with all the confidence and power that the brown dress represented. She knew that it wouldn’t be easy, that she would have to fight against her frantic needs, but she was ready for the challenge. After all, she was an office lady, and nothing could stop her from achieving her goals.
     
    The sun was already high in the sky when Yana rushed to her car. In her quest to teach her bladder a lesson, she had spent too much time in front of the mirror and was now running late for work. But as she slid into the driver’s seat another wave hit her hard. The clincher had literally compressed her bladder to a size of a tennis ball. Pee rushed to her overworked urethra and hit it like a freight train. Sweat dripped from her forehead and neck into her deep cleavage. She rested her head on the steering wheel and jammed her hand into her tightly layered crotch. She reluctantly tried to start the car and realized that her legs felt heavy and stiff. Every movement sent a sharp jolt of pain shooting through her bladder. She winced and groaned as she twisted the key in the ignition, hoping against hope that the car would start, and she could make it to work on time. But the car wouldn’t start, and her frustration grew with each failed attempt. She was already running late, and now this? She tried to shake off the excruciating pain in her bladder and focus on the task at hand, but it was no use. Every movement felt like a Herculean effort, and she could feel her patience wearing thin.
     
    As she leaned her head back against the headrest, her mind raced with all the things she needed to do that day. Meetings, deadlines, emails, phone calls…the list was endless. She knew she couldn’t afford to be late, but how could she drive when every movement was agony? She took a deep breath and tried to steel herself, gripping the steering wheel tightly as she attempted to push through the pain. Her foot hovered over the gas pedal, but she couldn’t bring herself to press down. She knew she needed to get moving, but the pain was just too much. Her bladder needed a relief – N-O-W!
     
    Finally, she relented and slumped back in her seat, tears welling up in her eyes. She was trapped, unable to move forward and unable to go back. Her mind raced with all the ways this could impact her reputation and her life, just because she could not hold her pee all day. The minutes ticked by, and she sat there, her mind and body wracked with ungodly desperation. The mistake of breaking the seal for 3 seconds and losing the spurts was making things even more difficult. For the unreserved, the solution was simple. Just go to the toilet and piss to heart’s content but Yana was built different. Holding pee was her way of life and in that moment, it felt like the weight of the world was crushing her.
     
    Somehow, Yana booked a cab and started for office. Throughout the ride Yana had her hands shoved in her crotch. Each bump was a blow to her bladder and sent pee rushing down her pee hole. Her legs were crossed so tight like a pretzel that her inner thighs were burning with pain. To add to her woes the leg room of the cab was so limited that her knees almost came to her chest compressing her bladder further. The cab driver kept yelling at her to not spoil the seats. She could not even respond to him fearing the loss of control.
     
    After a perilous hour, Yana finally reached her office. She nearly fell out of the cab upon exiting. Her legs had gotten numb. Another spurt shot out of her pussy. Fortunately, her dress was so short that the piss ran down her thighs.  She had never been late to the office before and knew that her boss would not take it kindly on her. Taking a deep breath, she stood up and hobbled towards the office as quickly as possible. The click of her 6-inch heels was heard all across the floor and everyone craned their necks to ogle at her. Her massive sweaty boobs threatened to pop out of her undersized dress, but she had no time to bother and adjust it. Little did she know what was in store for her.
     
    Yana steadily reached the conference room taking small steps. If she cast wide steps, her muscles would not be able to contain the lake anymore. She thanked her stars that for the next hour or two she was only required to listen to a boring presentation. But all hell broke loose when her boss asked her to lead the presentation since the original staffer had called in sick. Her body filled with goosebumps and tremors of desperation seared through her bladder. All her daydreams of quietly rubbing her thighs to stimulate herself with a full bladder vanished. Another drop pushed its way out of her pee hole and crawled from her inner thighs, making her wiggle. The entire conference room got a good view of her sweaty butt cheeks and the tight thong she had underneath her short dress. She stood at the front of the conference room blankly. Her heart raced as her pussy lips quiver violently. The pressure inside her bladder nearly doubled. as she tried to steady herself.
     
    “Do you need to use the restroom Yana?” Her boss asked as if to embarrass her on purpose.
     
    “Like a racehorse” Yana genuinely replied biting her lips. The entire conference room started laughing. They all thought she was joking out of nervousness. She cleared her throat and began to speak, but her voice was shaky and uneven. She stumbled over her words, trying desperately to keep her focus, but it was no use. Her mind was a whirlwind of nerves and anxiety, and she struggled to not to let the flood escape. As she glanced out at the sea of faces before her, she felt a surge of panic rise up in her chest. She had always struggled with public speaking, but this was something else entirely. The stakes were higher, the pressure greater, and the scrutiny more intense.
     
    She tried to push through her nerves, but her mind kept racing, tripping over her words, and causing her to lose her place in her notes. She felt a trickle of pee slide down her thighs, and her heart raced as she tried to regain her composure. The silence in the room seemed to stretch on forever, punctuated only by the sound of her own ragged breathing. She knew she had to keep going, to push through the desperation and make it to the end of her presentation, but the thought of continuing felt almost unbearable.
     
    A member suddenly interrupted Yana to ask a question. His loud voice startled her, breaking her concentration. Her bladder, which seemed to have a mind of its own, violently contracted and tried to push the piss out. She had microseconds to act and in that moment of desperation, she closed her eyes and grabbed the seams of her skirt. Even though the temptation to grab the crotch was intense but she relied only on her clenched muscles to contain the disaster. The battle between her bladder and her will was being witness with other members of the room. After 30 awkward seconds Yana emerged victorious; the flood was contained for now. She was panting but eventually managed to re-focus on the task at hand.
     
    With renewed determination, Yana opened her eyes and began to speak again, her voice still a little shaky, but steadier than before. Her legs remained crossed tightly and she sticked to her position on the dais. As she spoke, she felt a sense of control return, and the words flowed more easily from her lips. Bit by bit, she made her way through the presentation, feeling a growing sense of confidence and pride with each passing minute. And as she finished her final slide and the room erupted into applause, she knew that despite her nerves, she had done it.
     
    After the presentation Yana’s boss approached her.
    “Yana that was one hell of a presentation!” The boss began. “But I would really appreciate if you could learn to control yourself better. Frankly it was embarrassing”.
     
    Yana could not help but nod. All she wanted was some alone time to give a long re-assuring squeeze to her pussy.
     
    “I love how you’re always focussed on work and don’t take bathroom breaks like the rest of the girls. I hope you take my feedback constructively. And yes, the clients seemed to be very happy that you didn’t rush to the bathroom in the middle of the presentation. Please continue to hold and work on your abilities to hide it”.
     
    As soon as the boss left the meeting room Yana collapsed into the nearest chair. Her calves and heels were burning in those nearly vertical stilettos and her bladder relentlessly sent spasm after spasm. Her eyes fixed on the computer screen in front of her. She had been standing non-stop for over 2 hours now in an un-imaginable condition. Her brain felt fuzzy and overloaded. All she wanted was a few minutes to take a breather, clear her mind, and somehow ease the pain in her bladder. She thought of quickly hopping in the only bathroom which she used at work to loosen her clincher, but it seemed that fate was not on her side.
     
    Yana’s colleagues, a group of chatty and boisterous individuals, seemed to sense her fatigue, and instead of giving her space, they circled around her like vultures, peppering her with a never-ending stream of inane gossip and pointless chatter. At first, she tried to engage with them, nodding and smiling politely as they chattered on about their weekend plans and office drama. But as the minutes ticked by, her patience wore thin, and she found herself growing increasingly irritated with each new interruption. She longed to tell them to just leave her alone, to give her some space and let her breathe, but she knew that wouldn't be well-received. She gripped the armrests of the chair so tightly that her nail pierced the cushioning and kept her legs close together. Seeing that the gang wouldn’t leave Yana pretended to busy herself in the screen in-front, hoping that they would take the hint and go back to their own desks.
     
    But it was no use. They continued to chatter and interrupt, their voices growing louder and more grating with each passing minute. She could feel her bladder growing inside and her grip on her muscles loosening. Frustration and exhaustion mounting, her brain struggling to make sense of the chaos around her. In the spur of the moment Yana stood up from the chair, hoping that the physical act of standing would give her some sense of control. But instead, it seemed to only draw more attention to her, and her colleagues crowded around her, their voices rising to a fever pitch.
     
    Yana felt a ball form inside her pee hole just like it happens when we stop our pee midstream. The only difference being, under normal circumstances the feeling subsided but in her case the pressure simply kept growing with every passing second. Her body was shaking with the efforts to act normal and hold the flood. She wanted nothing more than to fast forward the day to her bedtime and piss to her heart’s content. But for now, she had to endure. She even tried to exit the conference room, but it seemed that everywhere she turned, there was someone there, blocking her path.
     
    “What happened Yana?” One of the office girls taunted “Trying to run off to the toilets like a schoolgirl? Or the beer from last night’s contest is still coming out” The rest of the girls burst into laughter.
     
    “If you remember correctly, I am the only girl in office who has never seen the insides of our bathrooms here unlike you all. So, if you’ll excuse me, I have got more important stuff to do. And yes, before I leave, all the beer from last night is still inside my bladder. SAFE AND CORKED.” Yana fired back and stormed out. The veins on her forehead almost popped out with the strain of putting such a long sentence together.
     
    As Yana inched down the hallway her eyes fell on the smoking zone. She suddenly remembered that there was a small toilet behind it which was not covered by an CCTV. It was the only bathroom which she was comfortable using as nobody else knew about it. She could simply release a tiny bit to give her bladder some room to contain the boiling piss inside. In this way even the fitness tracker would not be able to detect any anomaly and she would somehow manage to last till midnight. This quick break was like a beacon of hope in the midst of her otherwise disastrous day.
     
    Yana sneaked in the smoking room and observed that there was another man smoking in the corner. She lit her Misty 120 cigarettes nonchalantly and leaned on the wall turning her back to the man. In one hand she had the cigarette, and the other hand was tightly curled into a fist pressing against her crotch. Each time she blew out the smoke her control seemed to slip away. She gritted her teeth and continued to act calm. The man on the other side got a phone call which added to her woes. Yana cursed the guy under her breathe and smoked another Misty and the another. The man simply refused to leave. She was doing a full-blown pee dance when he was not looking. Her pussy quivered merely by looking at the door of the secluded toilet.  After an agonizing half hour, the guy finally started walking towards the door, Yana made her move. She could practically taste her piss. The clincher seemed to push all her organs up in order to contain her ever growing ball of piss. As the distance between the toilet and her decreased, her heart leaped with excitement at the prospect of a few moments of peace and indulgence.
     
    But just as she was about to cross the threshold into the toilet, her phone rang, its piercing tone shattering the calm of the moment. With a sense of frustration, she reached for her phone, noting the caller ID with annoyance. It was her boss, and she knew that whatever he was calling about, it wasn't likely to be good news. With a sense of reluctance, she answered the call, her mind already half-focused on the glorious relief just a few feet away. The tone of her boss was enough to scare Yana. She was calling her into a last-minute meeting, one that couldn't wait until later in the day. Yana tried to protest, to explain that she had been about to take a break, but the boss was insistent.
     
    Despite her aching, burning pee hole, Yana turned away from the So-close toilet and headed back towards her desk, her bladder throbbing in protest. She could feel the disappointment and frustration welling up within her. She cursed herself under her breath for being so irresponsible last night and not taking her before bed pee. But she knew that she couldn't let her emotions get the better of her, that she needed to focus on the task at hand and push through the rest of her day. With a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead, even if it meant sacrificing her eye-wateringly urgent need to piss.
     
    Three begrudgingly slow hours passed, and the duo had downed a couple of coffees. To make situations worse Yana had to sit in those extremely low and uncomfortable bean bags. She hated bean bags to begin with, but she was forced to sit in the same as they were the only ones in her boss’s ultra-modern cabin. Her bladder had virtually no space to store the liquid being rapidly pumped by her kidneys. With the laptop on her thighs and both her hands on the keyboard, she had to sit absolutely straight and still. The poor girl had no way to even adjust her sitting position for the fear of dropping her laptop or worse, leaking on the couch. Tears fell from her eyes on to the keyboard every time her bladder sent pangs. She frantically needed to reach her crotch for a quick squeeze. Finally at 6 in the evening her boss let her go.
     
    Yana thanked her boss and did her best to not look desperate. But once she stood gravity came crashing down on her bladder. She lost her balance and fell on the couch again. A stinging pain ran through her bladder to her pee hole. A yelp escaped from her mouth as she tightly clutched the couch and quickly brought her legs close to stem the outburst.
     
    “Yana! Babe you gotta behave yourself.” Her boss warned her.
     
    Only if her boss realized that Yana had been holding it for past 42 hours, she may have been a little more empathetic. Yana however was in no position to convey the same. Her bladder screamed for a release. Once out of the cabin she quickened her pace as best as could and approached the smoking zone pantry. She had been looking forward to this break all day, the promise of a sweet release to contain her massive load of piss.
     
    As she neared the doorway of the smoking zone, her bladder started shooting jets of pee. Her thong was now drenched. The last few seconds were always the most difficult to hold. Her face was all scrunched up and red from the strain. Finally, she could see the light streaming out from under the door, a warm and welcoming glow that beckoned her closer. But as she reached for the door handle, she screamed with utter disappointment. The door to the toilet was closed.
     
    Yana was at the end of her tether. Her need to piss was no longer controllable. She was frantic and somehow needed to hold it out. She could feel a sense of frustration and annoyance building within her, her mind already conjuring up images of the delicious relief just separated by a locked door. She screamed aloud in anger, but no one was there who could help her except her own. With a sense of desperation, she pressed her ear to the door, hoping to hear some sign of life inside. But all she could hear was the sound of her own breath, and the muffled hum of the air conditioning system.
     
    She tried the door handle again, hoping that it had simply been stuck, but it refused to budge. In her despair, she violently shook the door, pulled a hair pin and tried to pick the lock but in vain. It was as if the universe had conspired against her, denying her relief by whatever means possible. She could feel a knot forming in her stomach, a sense of disappointment and frustration threatening to overwhelm her. She knew that she needed to find some way to contain the ocean inside her and manage the rest of the time at office. It was a herculean task for her. She was on borrowed time.
    Yana hobbled back to her seat and frantically started closing the last few activities typing away at the keyboard. All she wanted to do was go home and relieve here overworked bladder. But there was one problem: she couldn't book a cab.
     
    Her fingers trembled with anxiety as she refreshed the page again and again. Each time, the same message taunted her: "No cabs available at this time." Yana bit her lip in frustration. She had tried everything she could think of. She had even gone down to the lobby to ask the receptionist for help, but all she got was a shrug and a sympathetic smile.
     
    As the minutes ticked by, Yana's anxiety grew. She knew she had to get home soon – her bladder was now shooting spurts every few minutes and she had run out of wet wipes. She but her lip and gently tried to press on her bladder to assess how bad exactly was the situation. It could have been that all the desperation was simply caused because she had put on the undersized waist clincher. But the moment she pressed her bladder she died a thousand deaths. It was as if someone stabbed tens of knives into her bladder.
     
    Yana looked out the window, watching the traffic snarl by. She could see the taillights of other cabs flickering in the distance, but none of them seemed to be heading in her direction. She shoved her hand into her crotch and took out her phone. For a brief second, she closed her eyes, willing herself to remain calm. She knew she couldn't give up – she had to keep trying. So, she refreshed the page once more, and waited. And finally, after what seemed like an eternity, a notification popped up: "Cab Confirmed."
     
    Yana jumped up from her chair, grabbed her bag, and waddled out of the office. The cool evening air, hit her like a freight train. All of a sudden, her desperation shot up by 10 folds. It boggled her mind just to think how much more desperate he could get. Before she could compose herself, her cab arrived to pick her up.  
     
    Yana got in the back of the cab holding her breath. Her eyes glued to the slow-moving traffic outside and hand in her crotch. She restlessly shifted in her seat, trying to get comfortable, but it was no use. Two hours had passed since she got into the cab, and it barely covered a quarter of distance to her home. She was sweating profusely despite the AC being on. Her brown dress clung tightly to the body and the seams of the waist clincher underneath pierced into the apex of her bladder. The cab driver asked her if she needed to pee badly.
     
    “Badly is an understatement” Yana responded with a strained voice. Little did the cab driver know how much Yana was holding insider her severely compressed bladder. 7 pints of beer, over 2 and a half litres of water, and a good few cups of coffee and yet she had manager to keep the ocean inside her with just a few leaks over the last 45 hours.
     
    Every bump in the road felt like a jolt to her bladder, and she winced with discomfort. She tried to distract herself by scrolling through her phone, but even that became a challenge as her concentration waned. Her body shuddered with pain and drops of pee leaked from her vagina. Yana glanced out the window, hoping to spot a rest stop or even a secluded area where she could relieve herself. But there was nothing – just a sea of cars stretching out before her.
     
    Her desperation grew with every passing minute. She crossed her legs and clenched her muscles, trying to hold it in. But the pressure was becoming unbearable. Yana shifted again, this time reaching for her bag. Maybe there was something in there that could help her. She rummaged through it, her heart racing with anticipation, but all she found was a bottle of water. Her throat was dry as a desert, so she gulped a few sips. And that proved fatal. It was as if the extra 200 ml of water went and hit her bladder directly.
     
    Yana was feeling lightheaded, and her body was going numb. She leaned back against the seat, her eyes closing in agony. The traffic outside seemed to taunt her, as if it were never going to let up. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the cab pulled up in front of Yana's home. She wanted to run but any movement could result into a full-blown accident. She requested the cab driver to help her. The lady was kind enough and helped Yana to reach her door. While any other driver would have left immediately, she waited.
     
    Yana conveyed her to go but then the lady driver requested her, “Ma’am I too haven’t pissed since I left home early morning. Do you mind if I use your bathroom?”
     
    Tears welled up in Yana’s eyes, but she agreed. “S-Sure – I can wait a little longer”.
     
    Yana fumbled with her keys as her entire body shook violently. The cab driver too had her legs crossed tight and bit her lips nervously. As soon as the door opened, both ladies lost a huge spurt in their clothes. “Straight and left” Yana managed to whisper as the cab driver rushed inside. The sound of the driver’s gusher was too much to bear but Yana still managed to bear the torture silently. A few agonizing minutes later the driver emerged from the bathroom with sweat all over her body but relieved expressions. She thanked Yana and quickly left.
     
    As soon as the door closed behind her, Yana literally tore away her dress and her thong. The only thing that remained between her and the sweet-sweet relief was the distance of a few feet. But something was wrong. Her legs felt stiff, and crotch was burning. The pain in her bladder reached new heights and jets of pee started coming out of her pussy like a fire hose.
     
    The inevitable finally happened. The damn burst open. The tidal wave arrived. After nearly two days, perhaps the longest Yana had gone without using the toilets, her bladder, her muscles, and her will could no longer contain the boiling piss inside. All her valiant efforts were now in vain. Her muscles violently contracted and tried to push out an entire gallon of pee at once. Clear transparent piss erupted out of her pussy in an inch thick stream forming a huge puddle on the floor. It spread in all directions covering quite a considerable radius. She moaned with pleasure and panted as the gusher continued for over 3 minutes. Her eyes rolled up and body shuddered as it entered a series of orgasms. Without even knowing Yana had started stroking and rubbing her clit through the thick torrent of piss. After the monstrosity of the load was over, Yana collapsed She stayed there for what felt like ages, savouring the sensation of finally being able to let go after such a long hold. She checked her mobile and the dot was still green. Yana heaved a sigh of relief and started to laugh.
     
    It was a lesson learned – never again would she underestimate the importance of taking her designated piss break.
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    Resch reacted to huberp76 in Girls gets punished for to be girls!   
    Amanda was still standing with her frock lifted up in front of the guy.
    To see her legs bare up until her panties and her belly swollen from her very full bladder was turn him on very much.
    The shape of her legs was so sexy for him and he wanted to see this legs crossed from needing to wee so much, but the girl was still able to stand perfectly normal although she was holding her urine from 24 hours inside her.
    ”So great that girl, as well her body as her performance “ thought the guy to himself.
    He was absolutely impressed from Amanda’s ability to hold it, but he had a little problem, he did not have time tomorrow, he had a business meeting in the town and would not be back until late afternoon.
    He wanted to watch her hold, he wanted to see her suffer and to see how she act when she is near her limit of endurance and it would be absolutely impossible that she could bear up until tomorrow late afternoon and so he told her that he would allowed to piss.
    On on hand was Amanda glad to be released from “need to piss pain “ and on the other hand she was disappointed.
    It was a very large farm and she thought with a good holding performance she could get a new job, a soft job and that she would no more need to work all day long at the field.
    She did know it from Reese that the bailiff loves if girls hold their pee until their bursting point and she was worried now that she would not be good enough for him.
    ”My urge is very strong and i am needing to go really bad, but why do you let me piss, why don’t you make me hold longer? I can endure more, I can bear up longer, let me show it to you!
    Are you not satisfied with me and my performance?” asked Amanda.
    ” You are doing it pretty good, i think that you are a really „holding talent“ but today and tomorrow is not a good time, you get a new chance next week.
    You asked me if your bladder could burst if you would hold it to long, you don’t have to worry about that.
    At the Middle Ages, girls did get punished for doing something wrong with a bladder torture.
    They were not allowed to piss for extreme long periods of time, they tortured them very hard and painful that way. They did not let them piss until they looked like they were pregnant for 7 months.
    Special bad girls were punished extreme hard, the girl was getting plugged up and made to drink a large amount of water.
    She could not piss that way, they filled her bladder until three times bigger than full and it was nearly unbearable for the girl, but her bladder did not burst. 
    A bladder can endure a lot, it can stretch and expand very much, so you don’t have be afraid that your bladder could explode, you would piss yourself long before.“ answered the man.
    He told her to lift her clothes up again. He started to massage her swollen belly, especially her bladder. He pressed more and more on it.
    The poor girl was moaning very loud, she was breathing very fast, she was needing to piss so bad, it was hurting her so much, but he did not stop to torture her, he pressed harder and harder.
    “Sorry but more can i not endure, i will piss my panties if you push even more stronger.“ whispered the girl.
    He pushed one more very hard, her panties stayed sill dry and then he did let her piss in a jug.
    She pissed with high pressure exactly 1.350 ml in the measuring jug.
    „That is a lot for a young, slim girl like you, but you have your dirty little cunt not just for to piss.“ said the guy.
    Amanda did know very well what he meant and asked „ do you want to fuck me?“
    “ Oh yes i want to fuck you, you are made for to get fucked and you are made for to made hold your piss, but as i already told you, not to day.
    Next week you get your second chance.
    We will go together to the alpine pasture.
    At the day before you piss at 3 pm, then you will go to sleep without peeing, you are not allowed to piss in the morning before we leave.
    We will stay at the cabin overnight, then you can show me your limit of endurance and then i will fuck you, of course before i let you piss!” explained the guy.
     
     
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