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LochBlk52

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  1. Does it also make you really, really want to feel what emptying all of it would feel like?
  2. You're not going to make it. Besides, your jeans are already wet through from the little leaks.
  3. Permission to wet yourself at this rate. Could you even make the journey to the loo with your bladder so close to the edge?
  4. You reached your estimate, well done. Now keep going.
  5. Or what, you'll burst? Your bladder will overcome your hold, the pressure will release, and a hot, thick, hard stream of piss will soak straight through your underwear and then down your legs.
  6. Just another 3 minutes to your estimate, you can do it. Just don't let the leaks develop into the hot, cascading flood of pee down your legs that you know will be coming soon.
  7. You're doing great, keep holding strong. Legs crossed, mind off relief, and try not to pay attention to the wet patches sticking to your legs. Got another few minutes before you reach your 15 minute estimate, keep going.
  8. As long as you're not completely soaked, standing in a hot pee of pee, with your jeans dark and glistening from the flood, you can keep holding.
  9. How much longer do you think you have left before you're standing in a hot puddle?
  10. Don't let go, one leak doesn't mean it's over.
  11. Keep holding on to all that warm pee until it breaks your control. Don't give in to the desire for the warm rush of relief even a second before it breaks your hold and floods your pants.
  12. You've been holding on so well thus far. Keep all that pressure locked away inside your overflowing bladder, don't give in.
  13. I really, really need to get more active on here and stop being such a big lurker.

    1. DarkPhantom

      Ditto. I actually hadn't been pretty active in nearly eight years. XD

  14. I think Nadia can be considered part of the Alphaverse at this point.
  15. I couldn't be more happier with my first ever commission. Thank you so, so much, Alpha.
  16. I really enjoyed reading the stories on here. Decided to give it a shot before trying to write long stories again. 37 words, 215 letters. Warm sunlight through drawn blinds. Warmer pee in an aching bladder. She wants another hour of sleep. Her bladder won't oblige. A quiet sigh, muscles relax. Her bed and PJs are flooded with warmth and relief. 45 words, 233 letters. Ben was thankful nobody was awake to see his predicament as he decided that he could not make it the last 10 metres to the portapotty. His awake boyfriend watched with glee from the tent as he let out last night's tea into the grass. 39 words, 213 letters. "10 more minutes." She thought, her bladder on the brink of exploding. Her legs were crossed tight under her desk. "Can't piss yourself at 22, Sara." Little did she know that the clock was 30 minutes out of wack. 66 words, 323 letters. Quil turned the page of his magazine as he sat in the back of the van. He shot up still as he felt another jet of warmth shoot out of him into his boxers. Clenching hard, he was now barely holding on. "Can I please piss now, love?" She handed him back a 500ml bottle with only 200ml drank. He had at least 700ml inside him. 52 words, 288 letters. The lady in waiting bowed for the 3rd time before leaving the room. Shaking like a leaf, the beyond desperate noblewomen hobbled over to the washbasin. She didn't have the strength to bend down and get the chamber pot out. Panties aside, she emptied 13 hours worth of piss into the basin. 67 words, 380 letters "Hold this!" Demanded Tina, handing her pulse rifle off to her subordinate. Jacob grasped the foregrip and turned his head. His section leader fumbled with her thick camo pants before pulling them down to her ankles. The cold air bit at her, but her throbbing bladder bit harder. A thick stream arched out into the snow as the pair watched another ship take off for parts unknown. These two stories are not linked. 85 words, 479 letters The young rebel scrambled back against the crates as the last of her comrades fell, a blaster mark clean through his forehead. The towering figure approached her, blaster levelled at her heart. She raised her hands, pleading for her life. The veteran looked on with disgust as this weakling pissed all over herself in fear. Why did she have to be the one they were to leave alive as a warning to others that the Corps still had soldiers worthy of the title Imperial Stormtrooper. 46 words, 270 letters "Are you done yet?" His voice trembled. His thighs rubbed together. His ankles pressed against one another. Kayla pressed her hand into her husband's distending bladder, the closed toilet lid under her. "Not yet, darling. I think you might have to go in the bath again."
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