Part 2
Chloe sat on her heel on the bus ride home from school one day with an almost unbearable amount of liquid in her bladder. She was trembling terribly as she squirmed slightly into her foot, but she was otherwise nonchalant about her condition. She hadn’t peed all day; she’d harbored a dull but urgent ache since that morning out of laziness. The large Brisk she’d drank at lunch hadn’t hit her until her last block, and she would have gone afterwards, but she’d recently begun talking to a cute boy after school. She eagerly rushed to the bus stop to spend time with him, not wanting to waste even a second longer away from him as she needed. Unfortunately, they rode different buses. She sat next to Abby, who often talked so much that Chloe couldn’t get a word in edgewise. It was alright today, though, since she needed to pee so bad that it demanded near constant attention. She wouldn’t have been able to keep a conversation going.
Her tight khakis dug painfully into her belly. She winced quietly and fidgeted some more. She wanted to hold herself and grind into the seat, but she couldn’t do that in front of anyone.
Once last year, Chloe had been so desperate that she’d soaked her shorts and resorted to peeing in the yard, effectively shattering her belief that she could hold it forever, but now she wondered if it was actually her limit or if she just let go because she couldn’t take it anymore. She was rapidly approaching that point, too. The vast amount of liquid inside her pulsed painfully, begging her for relief. She did her best to keep from constantly grimacing from the churning agony in her belly.
The bus got to the stop outside her neighborhood. Abby’s house was pretty close to it, so Chloe didn’t have to pretend to be alright for too long, but forcing herself to stand up straight and walk at the same pace Abby was torture. As soon as she left, Chloe’s hands went between her legs and squeezed tightly. The poor girl was literally in pain, dying for a piss the entire way home. A small spurt escaped just as she came upon her house.
“Ohh!” she groaned, doubling over and clutching desperately at herself. Her urethra ached badly. She waddled to the door and unlocked it with shaky hands. She opened the door and saw Emily on the couch watching TV. She immediately stood up straight, her waistband tightly squeezing her screaming bladder and pee spurting down her pant leg. She rushed past into her room and slammed the door behind her. She ran to the bathroom, but as she opened the door, she heard running water and saw the figure of someone in the shower. Her cheeks went deeply red and she quietly shut the door, twisting up her legs like a pretzel.
There was a small but dark streak of urine down her pant leg, so she just poked her head out of her bedroom door, shaking and holding herself. “Is someone in the shower?” she asked Emily, acting as though she hadn’t seen them. She held her breath as her sister responded.
“Yeah, Jack’s in there. He spilled something on himself.”
She closed the door again and doubled over, digging her fingers into her crotch as hard as she could. Even though she was ready to explode, she didn’t want Emily to see her walk across the house to the other bathroom, struggling to stay composed with a wet streak on her pants.
Chloe unbuttoned her tight khakis, which granted her some relief, but not much. Her bladder was so tight and full that there was a reddish mark going across her belly from where her pants had been digging into her. She stuck both her hands into her underwear and laid down on the bed.
As time slowly ticked by, the desperate girl was filled with even more hot piss until it felt like she was about to bust open. She was on the verge of tears from the excruciating pain as she squeezed and writhed around in agony, dripping with sweat. Pee squirted forcefully into her gripped palms, further dampening her underwear. Her body pleaded with her to get relief as fast as possible, but the shower was still running. Chloe couldn’t stand it any longer. God, it hurt. It hurt so bad she didn’t want to move, but the feeling of impending leakage forced her to constantly squirm. Another spurt came out, and she realized she had to do something soon. It was worse than the time she went in the yard, but this time there was nowhere to go. She decided to go to their parents bathroom at the other end of the house, but she would need pants that didn’t show off any leaks.
She got out of bed, leaking slightly as she did so, and removed her khakis. Her bladder was squished when she bent over and her urethra was pounded with surging pressure. She rummaged through her dirty laundry with one trembling hand (the other was madly squeezing and rubbing between her legs) until she found a pair of black jeans. She pulled them on and buttoned them, but they were just as tight as her khakis and constricted torturously around her bulging bladder. Her legs shook pitifully from the pressure as another spurt came out. She could feel the overfull organ pulsing against her waistband.
Just as she was about to force herself to stand up straight and walk out there, she heard the shower cut off. Jack asked Emily to bring him his clothes from the dryer if they were done, but they weren’t.
“I’ll find something of my dad’s for you to wear!” she called, going to the other side of the house where Chloe’s beloved bathroom was.
She wanted to cry. A slight trickle that she couldn’t stop had begun to leak out as she waited for her sister to leave their parent’s room. Her entire body was shaking like a leaf while a slow growing moistness spread from her crotch and down her legs. The power of her pathetic stream fluctuated erratically from a dribble to a squirt. She was clenching her muscles as hard as she could, but there was such an extreme amount of urine contained inside the poor girl that she couldn’t believe it. It was by far the worst she’d ever needed to pee in her entire life. Chloe listened to her sister go back across the house and give Jack some clothes, but she found she couldn’t move. One step would no doubt lead to disaster.
Her pee was gradually coming out more powerfully and it was starting to drip from the cuffs of her jeans. She stepped forward to sprint to the toilet, but a hissing spurt stopped her in her tracks. As her stream grew strong and steady, she came to terms with the fact that she couldn’t stand the agony any longer. She closed her eyes and let out a shuddering sigh of relief as she let go, piss immediately shooting out and soaking her jeans. It was pure bliss. Liquid cascaded down her legs and splattered to the ground. The sound of hissing and splattering filled the room, and her bladder deflated like a balloon. She doubled over and put her hands on her knees, eyes closed and breathing heavily. The pain washed away and was replaced with nearly orgasmic pleasure and Chloe was filled with overwhelming relief. She opened her eyes and saw with startling realization that her yellow river was about to go under her door, so she stumbled back and fell on her butt in her laundry bin, where she completely emptied herself for the first time all day. It was the best piss she’d ever taken.
Although this experience was slightly sobering, Chloe still didn’t learn her lesson about abusing her bladder, and there were many more embarrassing situations to come...
