Locket

Hello everyone! I'm so sorry for the small hiatus, life had been pretty insane lately so I haven't been able to write too much. Thank you all for being patient! ❤️ ~~~ With a slow glance out the kitchen window, our bovine heroine sighed at the sight of the tall pasture grass. Cutting it was essential, it needed to be cut a number of times before the snow first fell in late autumn. Mocha would usually mow it and wait for it to brown and dry out to be baled and sold for mulch, feed, or any other reason it might be useful. It better be cut today. Mocha’s thick thighs squeezed together with the need to contain her waters. Her large rump that stuck out from her overall shorts glistened with light moisture, a result of her beginning stages of strain. She couldn’t believe how fast everything she drank went through her, as if it was all funneling to her bladder at light speed. It was beginning to feel like a watermelon was weighing down on her tight spincher with an ungodly desire to burst out. Mocha wanted so bad to slip both her hands between her grinding thighs and squeeze herself to ease the rapidly growing pressure. And soon, she found that her hands were already beginning to weasel down there… “H-huh? What am I doing?! That’s… inappropriate…” Mocha huffed to herself, face flushed red with embarrassment. To her it felt as if all the eyes in the world were watching her unladylike behavior despite there not being a soul around to witness it. But it seemed as if she’s already made up her mind, she kept her hands fisted at her sides and refrained from squirming despite her bladder protesting against it. She was strong enough to hold it until everything was complete, and determined enough to make sure of that. Mocha marched out the doors after quickly cleaning up and headed to the shed where she kept the mower. It had been some time since she last used it, so she would definitely need to fill it up with fuel. Entering the shed, she grabbed the plastic tub where she kept the oil and proceeded to bend over to fill it up. Her udders became squished in this position, so in an attempt to ease the udder's fullness, she sucked in her gut. This would have helped ease the pain if it hadn't added an extra weight on to her topped off bladder. The sound of fuel being poured into the mow didn’t exactly help either. The poor cow crossed her legs as she began to feel movement knowing it was her piss looking for an escape, but with a tight clench it all managed to work its way back up, Mocha sighing with relief. Once finished, Mocha shyly dug a hand between her legs. “Phew… No wetness.” She said in a calmer tone. If only the relief of managing to hold back a leak helped with the urge to unleash her waters. Once the mower had started itself up and was driven out to the pasture to begin cutting the tall grass, Mocha groaned with discomfort and urgency. The layout of the mower forced her legs to be separated and made her incapable of even pressing them together to ease the twinging flashes of desperation pounding on her poor aching urethra. The vibration of the machine echoed throughout her inner reservoir with more anger than a hurricane colliding with a great ocean. The constant everlasting tremor tortured her poor exit, almost as if it was trying to persuade the bovine into emptying, and in reality she wanted nothing more than to piss to her heart's content right now. Everything she had drank went right through her a million times faster than what she had ever expected. It felt as if her contents were doubling every minute, and in a way, they kind of were… Mocha wasn’t an ordinary cow, she carried a rare trait that wasn’t commonly seen among her fellow anthropomorphic kind. A quirk that proved to be an inconvenience more than anything else. She had a hyper bladder. It wasn’t necessarily easy to tell considering that at its physical tightest it was a little tricky to even tell that she had a full bladder, mostly because her plump udders made it tricky to see. But even though it might look normal on the outside, on the inside it was as if her bladder led to a portal filled with eternal piss capacity that constantly piles up on her. The longer she holds it, the more it continues to double itself. The bladder capacity of an average anthro cow is a mere singular droplet in comparison to her waterlogged piss tank. Some would be very impressed or even aroused at the thought of seeing someone carry a hyper bladder, but Mocha was a tad shy about it and very happy that at the moment nobody was around to witness her in her desperate predicament. Her bladder wasn’t the only thing under fire at the moment, her backed up udders sloshed around with a full need as well, adding even more weight on top of her poor overstretched organ. “Mnn- nghh! Ahh.. mn nfff…O-ooohhhh p-please just stay inside me for n-now… ah- hhnnnggg…!” She moaned to herself in a plea of agony, begging her body to stay within her control. She squirmed her bum on the seat of the mow, not that it did anything, but the idea of it at least helped a little. But she was beginning to face another problem, the vibrations of the mow in addition to the indescribable pressure being placed on her piss hole, her clit began to swell and throb with orgasmic need. She became flushed in a hot sweat, beginning to even stop the mow to rub it out, or even stay on the mow and allow it to come out from the vibrations. But a thought crossed her mind, if she cums there’s a possibility she might pee, which wouldn’t exactly be ideal. With an annoyed and pent up moan, she lightly lifted her rear up from the seat to let the need die down. Once sitting down again it didn’t take too long for her clit to begin throbbing like mad again, so Mocha just continued to rise herself up to let it die down and repeat over and over and over until she was done. It was going to be absolute torture… Several hours had passed since Mocha had begun, and now it was finished. An entire pasture successfully mowed, putting on an impressive striped display from the organized hills of chopped grass that coated its entirety. Once the mow had been parked back inside the shed, the poor bovine hopped off of the vehicle and quickly fell to a squat. Despite wanting to maintain a lady-like appearance, she couldn’t control her animalistic need to ram both of her hands into her pussy to squeeze herself closed. The entire area felt slightly damp from the unintended arousal she had to deal with for so long, clit still throbbing eagerly causing her to pant with need. Right now all she wanted was to just cum and squirt her mountain of piss out of her, but it all had to wait much to her frustration. Her eyes squeezed shut as it felt like the thin ring of flesh on her sphincter was the only thing preventing all of the pee from squirting out. “No no no no no no no! Nghh!! Not yet!” She begged with herself, gasping with shock as her tired hole temporarily gave way and allowed a pressured leak to fill her panties. Right as it came out, she shot herself upwards to stand up, parting her legs to peek at the damage. “Damn it.” she uttered to herself. A noticeable wet spot had formed. She clamped down on herself harder than before. “Th-there bladder, you got what you wanted. That should be more than enough pee to let out for a good long while.” she said firmly, commanding her bladder to control itself. Slowly, Mocha removed her hands from the dark damp patch to look at her checklist for chores to do, potty dancing on the spot with a silly dance of one foot to the other. “Only two left… ngghh… which one should I do?” 1. Pull weeds 2. Water the garden

Thank you everyone for your wonderful feedback and ideas! Let’s continue! ❤️ ~ The curvy bovine wanted to start her delayed morning with a task that would be quick and easy. Perhaps the motivation that was to be gained by quickly completing one of her chores would help determine Mocha in working equally as fast to catch up on the rest of the work. She knew for a fact that a late morning meant a late night, and no matter how fast she worked it was unavoidable. But all she could do for now was save as much time as the day would allow. Despite her massive intake of juice filling her up, her stomach growled ferociously, almost demanding with real words that it needed just a bit more to get her through until lunch time. “Eggs! I’ll start with collecting eggs!” She said to herself, pointing to what was written at the very bottom of her daily checklist. She headed towards the chicken coup at the far end of the barn. The small hen house carried six hens and one nasty rooster, who usually remained perched atop the small house that resembled the very barn they lived next to. The six plump hens ran up to Mocha in a hungry greeting, wobbling from side to side with each hilarious step, clucking out in long curious croaks and glaring at them with their heads cocked. With a cheerful giggle, Mocha began tossing feed along the ground for the hungry hens to eat, watching them scratch at the ground and greedily eat it all up as she walked by them. Though all of these ladies seemed to love Mocha, there was but one in the group who seemed to just want to watch the world burn. The rooster. This beautiful rooster sat perched at the very top of the hen house so that he could watch his ladies and keep them safe from any danger. As much as Mocha disliked him, he was an essential part of the farm. He was usually on the ground with the hens, but today he was feeling more stubborn than usual. He didn’t seem to want to move which confused Mocha. This served to be a problem for the cow, the only way to get to the eggs was to lift the side of the coup roof. Maybe if she tried to coax with him he would move? Not like he would really understand her anyway, but it’s worth a shot at least. “Hey there… mister… W-would you mind uhm… moving? Please? I need to get in there.” Mocha spoke softly in hopes it would keep her on the roosters' good side. Just as she began to bring her hands to the handle of the part of the roof that lifted, she could see the long ring of feathers that lined the rooster's neck begin to umbrella in a warning to back off. Not wanting to be spurred, Mocha took a few steps back which seemed to relax him. “Fine, didn’t want to get in that way anyway…” The bovine complained to herself. Her rumbling tummy reminded her of just how hungry she really was. If she could manage to grab at least one egg, that would have her be set until later. She held her hands on her wide hips, thinking how she could find a way in. Her eyes met the snug opening to the coup that the chickens would use to go in and out. That was her only way in. She leaned forward to begin squeezing through, it was definitely a very snug fit. Her head got through first with ease, then her large breasts squeezed through tightly along with her shoulders and arms, and right as her enlarged udders squished halfway through, that was as far as she could go. Without realizing, her hips began to squirm a bit, thighs squeezing, wanting to take one of her heels and press it against her nether region that shaped itself visibly through the tight overall shorts. From the outside, you had a view of what seemed to be a huge rear end struggling to hold onto something, jiggling about lightly in an attempt to soothe whatever storm was brewing inside. “Nffh… Just need a couple… eggs…” She said to herself, beginning to take notice of the uncomfortable pressure mounting in her lower abdomen. She assumed it was solely the pressure of her overfull udders being squished around in the doorframe. In reality, despite it being true that she needed milking soon if she was to avoid it leaking out, that wasn’t even half of it. Mocha looked around, eager to find something. Then it caught her eye, two new eggs in one of the nests! It wasn’t an impressive amount for today, considering all six hens were impressive layers, but that didn’t matter too much to the cow at the moment. All that mattered was taking these eggs inside to eat. She began to squeeze herself out of the coup, causing her abdomen to get more squished than before. It caused an urge to rise within her painfully quickly, tempting her to yank herself out even faster to make it go away. With a pop and a thud, Mocha fell backwards after being released from the hen house entrance. After making sure that the eggs were okay, she quickly crossed her legs together tightly and began rubbing her sloshy udders that still remain confined to the tight article of clothing, as if to try and soothe the urge if only a little. She wasn’t quite ready to admit her other urge, because it could and should wait. Minutes passed as Mocha had walked back into the house’s kitchen and began frying up the eggs, catching herself prancing from one foot to the other but couldn’t seem to stop. Once the eggs had finished browning at the sides, she sat down to eat them quickly so that she could rush back to her work. She had given herself a large glass of water too, the summer heat was beginning to rear its ugly head and she wanted to be well hydrated for the day to come. Once her eggs were finished and she began gulping down the water, she could help but slide her pussy over the edge of the chair in order to ease a pressure she could no longer deny. She had to pee, badly. ‘No. I’m NOT going to pee until every single one of my chores are done. I’ve already given myself extra time to eat, I can’t waste any more time on peeing! I’ll just have to hold it.’ She thought to herself with determination as she pulled up her overall shorts to allow the seam that traveled between her legs to press against her pussy. When she peed, it could be equivalent to that of a mini tsunami, especially when she had been holding it in for a while just like today. It would take far too long to empty her gargantuan bladder when there was so much to be done. Unfortunately, the weight of her udders pressing on her bladder wasn’t much help, but that could wait too. She wiggled her big ass in desperation as she pulled out her checklist, both the juice from earlier and the water she just drank clearly already getting to her. With collecting eggs out of the way, what should be done next? 1. Pull weeds 2. Harvest some vegetables 3. Mow the pasture 4. Water the gardens

Thank you all for taking part in this! 😄 Based on the votes given, we have our character: An anthro cow lady named Mocha who is very shy and introverted, and has a hyper bladder. Hyper in the way where you can’t tell externally, but when she pees it’s like a mini tsunami. She lives on a very cozy farm that she works on! Let’s begin! ^u^ ~ Warm summer sun arose over the green mountain range, spreading light to the pasture as if to bid the farm good morning. Gentle morning dew flew up from the tall blades of green grass as the evening chill left the rich earth. Sleeping flowers awoke once their fragile petals were kissed by the sunlight, allowing their color to paint the entire property. This farmland wasn’t too big or impressive, but it was self sustainable, quaint, and comfortable. Two separate gardens, a large grassy pasture, a tall red barn, and a white barn house attached to it for the finishing touch. Though despite its small size there was plenty of work that is always awaiting completion. Work that usually has to be started long before the sun rises… Inside the little white barn house slept an anthropomorphic guernsey cow female, coated in soft brown and white spotted fur. She wasn’t exactly toned with muscle, but instead carried a stout pudgy body that curved beautifully. She had no horns atop her head, but instead sported short fluffy brown hair that slightly curled at the tips. Her eyes were such a shade of dark brown it was so easy to get lost in them, long fluffed eyelashes to compliment them. Her nose was a pastel pink that shone in the light peering through the window that found its way reflecting off the rest of her body. Her large D cup breasts had faded pastel pink nipples that parted on her chest as she layed on her back in a deep slumber, still resting on her cute belly. Right below her plump stomach, she carried heavy and sloshy udders that displayed the same shade of pink as her nose and nipples, the large swollen flesh full of fresh milk. Her thighs were thunderous, her rear was large yet thinned itself out as her legs reached her quads and heels. Brown hooves reared at the end of her legs, though she didn’t have hooves for hands. This beautiful cow lady’s name was Mocha, and she was very late for her chores! Once the sun met her closed eyes, she groggily sat up to stretch away her stiffness. Her exhausted demeanor faded away with incredible speed once she had realized she had overslept. Mocha hopped out of bed, taking no mind of anything other than getting dressed, quick breakfast, and getting to work. She dug through her drawer at light speed and pulled out a pair of overall shorts and a white tee. They fit snugly on her and were very visibly worn, but she wasn’t exactly looking to impress anyone. Mocha quickly grabbed her sun hat before rushing down the stairs to her kitchen, udders sloshing noisily below her stomach which growled with hunger, causing the shy cow girl to blush with embarrassment despite nobody being around to hear her body make such noises. She usually would milk herself every evening before bed, and then would sell it to be The cow lass dug through her fridge for something to eat but found herself only managing to find a carton of juice in the fridge. ‘Maybe it wouldn’t be so empty if I had woken up on time…’ She complained to herself, knowing that until she got her work done, there wasn’t going to be much to eat. No bother, juice usually filled her up just as much as food anyhow so it wasn’t too big of a deal. She was going to be purchasing more juice from the local market tomorrow anyway so may as well make extra room in the fridge for it! Before she knew it, Mocha was chugging the entire jug of juice. Her hind quarters squeezed together tightly without her even realizing. The tight overalls wrapping the shape of her plump ass and pussy, it was hard to test where this sudden urge of pressure was coming from. Could it be that Mocha was forgetting to do something important? Well whatever it was, it could wait. Stifling a small burp, Mocha headed out the door, feeling full from the copious amounts of liquid just consumed. It was going to be another hot summer day so the liquid was much needed. “Hmm… Now which chores should I tackle first…” Mocha mumbled to herself as she pulled out a long list of what needed to be done. Which chore should she do first? 1. Pull weeds 2. Harvest some vegetables 3. Mow the pasture 4. Water the gardens 5. Collect eggs

Hello everyone! I’ve been wanting to do something like this for a while. I’ve never really done an interactive story before and I'm honestly not very good at writing, but I figured it could be a fun way for me to get better at writing while engaging with the community more! Sometimes there may be long spaces of time between writing due to being busy with real life or a sudden loss of inspiration, but this is something I will do my best to see all the way through! You as the readers will be given a series of concepts to choose from, whichever suggestion gets requested the most will be the direction the story will follow! First, let’s make our character! I’m not the best at writing about humans so this will be a furry female story. ^u^; What should her species be?: A. Hyena - Large muscular build with a pseudo penis which could make things interesting B. Cow - Weight of udders full of milk that needs voiding on top of a very spacious bladder C. Wolf - Familiar omo species that could go in multiple different directions D. Horse - Very tall and toned with an impressively sized bladder What should her bladder be like?: E. Normal, bulges out like a persons with average capacity depending on the species F. Normal, but doesn’t bulge G. Hyper, stomach bulges out a little more than average but there’s a ton more pee H. Hyper, stomach continues to grow limitlessly with the amount of pee What should her personality be?: I. Shy and introverted J. Stubborn and lady-like K. Butch and headstrong L. Outgoing and polite What should the setting be?: 1. House party 2. Apartment - We would create a roommate character 3. Farm 4. Mall + Shopping center 5. Office 6. Casual house 7. Park in a city 8. Stuck elevator

I would definitely avoid tricking him into doing it, because that would result in distrust in the relationship if he finds out the intentions behind it. As other people have said, consent is key. I would highly highly highly recommend sitting him down and discussing it with him. He's been your partner for a long time so this shouldn't change anything between the two of you if you just flat out tell him "This is something I'm into, and I no longer want to keep it a secret from you". That gives off the impression of "Oh this is something very personal that they feel comfortable telling me, they must really trust me with this information". (At least it usually does). From my own personal experience... I just sat my boyfriend of 4 years down and talked it out with him because I didn't want to keep it a secret anymore, and since then things have gone really smoothly! He's not into it at all but he's said that he knows it's something that means a lot to me and he likes to surprise me with it. What will happen is I NEVER ask him to do a hold for me (Bc he's not into it) but instead he will come to me and ask "Hey, would you like me to hold my pee for you today?" and I just always respond with "Only if you're comfortable with it". It just helps build trust with it and makes it a more enjoyable experience, for me at least. Nine times out of ten it goes really smoothly and it's been a HUGE weight off my chest ever since I've told him. Hope this helps some!