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  1. Here is the next installment of this role-playing series! Enjoy! 🙂 The hero tugged on her chains, but they held in place like flies stuck to honey. The hero wiggled herself around. Partly in the hopes of undoing the chains, but mostly to make herself more comfortable. She feared she would be stuck here for a rather long time. The door to her cell opened and the villain stepped in. He was dressed all in black. His cape flowing behind him, his mask pressed to his nose bridge, his grin sinister. The hero knew firsthand how maniacal her foe was. “What do you want with me Dr. Monstruction?” The hero demanded. Dr. Monstruction folded his hand behind his back and gave a look that told the hero she had asked the perfect question. “I am awfully sick of you foiling my plans Ms. Light,” the evil villian warned. “So now, I shall get my revenge and take care of you once and for all! Do you see the cameras?” The mad doctor motioned behind him to a large camera shining on Ms. Light like moonlight on a dark night. “So what?” Demanded the brave hero. “Once I turn on this camera, you shall be broadcasted to the entire world!” Laughed the foe. “That is your plan?” The hero scrunched up her eyebrows. “You broadcast me to the world and that will only allow the police to find you must sooner. You don’t think they can track a live feed like that?” “Oh, they will,” the villain replied. “I am certain the police will find us. But not before you piss yourself. You see, Ms. Light, my plan is simple. I force you to piss yourself all over live television. You are embarrassed and the whole city laughs at you. Your reputation will be ruined!” “That is ludicrous!” Scoffed the hero. “I am a hero. I shall not…” “Precisely!” Introjected Dr. Monstruction. “How oh, so silly would it look for the brave, strong hero of this city to piss herself like a child? You will be a laughingstock by this time tomorrow. I can hear them now. ‘How can Ms. Light protect the city if she cannot hold back her own bladder?’” Dr. Monstruction did his famously evil laugh. Ms. Light truly hated to admit it - nor would she to her arch enemy - but she knew he had a point. Even if people did still trust her to protect them, even if they didn’t laugh at her, she would be so embarrassed she might be forced to flee the city. Regardless, Ms. Light still had nothing to fear. She could hold her bladder longer than anyone she knew. Plus, she didn’t have much to drink that morning. And she meant what she said. Sooner or later the police would track them down. They both knew it. She just had to hold until then. “Well, unfortunately for you, I do not even need a piss,” Ms. Light retorted. This part was false. Ms. Light could feel the presence of her bladder, but it was still quite easy to ignore. “No?” “I can be like this all day,” warned the hero, perhaps a little overconfident. “Humph. We shall see about this,” Dr. Monstruction smiled with sinister joy. Jane had to work extra hard to wipe her smile off her face. She was enjoying this roleplaying session so much; it was hard to look miserable like her character was intended to be right now. Jane sat on the floor; her hands held up with fake chains attached to the walls. These were the same chains Jane and her husband used for the king/servant roleplaying game. “Remember to let me know if you are feeling uncomfortable at any time,” Mike said as he uncapped a water bottle. For a split second, Jane was unable to recognize her husband speaking towards her real self, Jane. He had forgotten to use the safe word: Yoga. “I will,” Jane grinned. She eagerly rattled her chains. “Now, let’s do this!” Jane smiled at the camera set up before her by Mike/Dr. Monstruction. “Make me piss myself on live TV!” Mike snickered, setting towards his chained-up wife. “On it.” “That’s right, drink it up,” Dr. Monstruction held Ms. Light’s head back, forcing a third whole water bottle down her gullet. Ms. Light trembled as the last of the water rolled from the plastic down her esophagus. “Feeling anything?” Asked Dr. Monstruction with a grin. “No,” Ms. Light folded her below her on the floor. Dr. Monstruction, taking note of this, smiled even more. “You will,” he promised. “Is that all you scum?” Demanded the hero. “Give me your worst!” Ms. Light always did have a problem with overconfidence as well as talking too much. “Oh, but I am just getting started,” chuckled the evil doctor. “Time to pull out the big guns…” He opened his torture chamber (Mike and Jane’s desk drawer) and pulled out… “One bottle of beer, coming up.” Ms. Light swallowed. She knew beer went right through her. But she refused to show weakness. Dr. Monstruction once again tilted the heroine’s head back and forced the alcohol down her throat. Ms. Light - having no other choice - swallowed and gulped it down appropriately. She could already feel that beer making its way through her kidneys. In mere moments, she would have to piss as bad as a small dog in the rain. Once the last of the beer was gone, the doctor stood, shook the empty bottle, and said, “And now… We wait.” “Need to piss yet?” The villain asked. He knew the answer just from looking at his prisoner. But he was curious as to what she had to say. Ms. Light sat before her enemy, up against the wall. Her legs were closed together and they trembled like her skin was filled with vibrators. Ms. Light’s skin began to drip with sweat and her face was beat red. “Does someone need to piss?” Asked Dr. Monstruction with joy bouncing off his tone. “N… No…” “You sure? Cause you are looking awfully fidgety.” Ms. Light’s hands pulled and tugged on the chains. She no longer cared about freeing herself. She just needed to grab her crotch so she could hopefully hold on a little longer. But no such luck. Her wrists were bound to the walls. But that did not stop the hero from keeping her legs in a tight pretzel. “I am fine,” Ms. Light growled. “Fine. But I say you look ready to explode. And you know what that means, don’t you, Ms. Light? Time to prepare for the main event.” With that, Dr. Monstruction flicked a switch on his camera and the machine rolled to life, filming the whole thing. The good news was, now that the camera was on, the police would soon find Dr. Monstruction and have him arrested. The bad news was, now that she had alcohol in her bladder, Ms. Light was unsure if she could hold until the police arrived. But she would certainly have to try. “Citizens of Lightvile,” Dr. Monstruction told the camera. “I have taken your hero, Ms. Light hostage.” Dr. Monstruction moved out of the frame, so Ms. Light’s struggling features were on screen. Ms. Light did not want her citizens to see her fidgeting. They were probably gasping and panicking enough as it was, just knowing Dr. Monstruction had her in custody. But Ms. Light also knew that should she uncross her legs or even remain still, it may result in a defeat for the great hero of the city. “And the best part is,” the villain went on. “I have her bladder held hostage as well!” He clapped his hands together and laughed with all his might. “That is right, citizens. You are mere moments away from watching Ms. Light piss herself! Stay tuned. I am sure none of you want to miss that performance!” Ms. Light squirmed and wiggled, her chains cutting into her circulation like snake bites. She kept her legs as tight as two contestants in a game of Twister. Her bladder boiled inside her pelvis. That water hadn’t been too bad. A bit of extra pee pressure, but she could handle that. But having drunk beer on top of it was far too much. Her kidneys had been busy. They flowed what felt like galloons down the ureters and now it all bubbled inside Ms. Light’s pee sack, begging to explode out. Ms. Light shut her eyes, telling herself, ‘I am a hero! I can hold my urine until help arrives! I protect this city every day and every night. I can last a few hours until help comes. I must! I cannot piss myself on TV. I refuse! My piss will just have to get comfortable where it is for now. I must hold on.” Dr. Monstruction’s plan was truly diabolical. The way to crack anyone regardless of strength… Was through public humiliation. Ms. Light could just imagine the headlines. ‘Ms. Light pees herself!’ ‘Our hero wets her pants on live TV.’ ‘Ms. Light’s bladder bites!’ ‘Ms. Light loses the fight with her bladder.’ There would be news reports, magazines, newspapers… No, she had to hold. She just had to. Dr. Monstruction was not going to make it easy on her though. She expected as much from her arch foe. The evil doctor turned to Ms. Light. “Glass of water?” He asked in a false respectful tone. He held an empty glass and a very full picture. Just looked at the clear water sloshing around was enough to make Ms. Light’s bladder spasm. “N… No thanks…” Ms. Light tried to keep her voice straight. She did not wish to give her captor the satisfaction of knowing the true level of her discomfort. Nor did she desire her citizens to understand the severity of her situation. “Oh, but I insist!” Cried the doctor. “I am your host. I do not wish to be rude.” As if the matter was settled, Dr. Monstruction tiled the jug, lifting the glass, and… Ms. Light flinched, quickly shutting her eyes, trying to block out the sound. Water flowed from the picture at the strength of an elephant’s urine stream. Ms. Light had to stop thinking of pee! She winced, feeling her bladder shift around inside her gut. “Thirsty?” Asked Dr. Monstruction, offering the captive hero the full glass. “N… No… Thank you…” “Suit yourself,” and the villain sucked down the glass before her very eyes. Ms. Light could hear the sound of her foe’s slurping as a giant sitting down on her bladder. The pain was getting to be unbearable. Ms. Light could no longer even attempt to focus on other things. The pressure inside was too great. She could feel her pussy tingle inside her tights, wishing to expel its contents right then and there. But she still held back her muscles, her sphincter refusing to let even one drop get past. Dr. Monstruction, done with his glass, slammed it down beside him. The pang was enough to make Ms. Light’s bladder’s bladder leapt as quickly as a cat up a tree. Ms.l Light could feel that bladder of hers banging against her internal organs like a hammer smashing eggs. Every inch of her throbbed in pain and misery. “You are looking quite uncomfortable,” Dr. Monstruction noted. He sat down beside the chained hero. “Let me go, you scum!” Perhaps if the citizens heard how badly Ms, Light was fighting, they would still have some respect for her regardless of the outcome. It was worth a try. “I will escape one way or another,” Ms. Light warned. “And when I do, I will wring your neck like a… Oh, oh!” She yelped. Dr. Monstruction - the truly evil genius he was - pressed his hands down onto his captive’s bladder. He pushed his hands so far into Ms. Light’s rocky stomach that they disappeared like a rat into a bag of Jell-O. “My, my, my, Ms. Light,” the villain cooed. “Your bladder is must stronger than I expected. But even elephants have their limits, you know. And your bladder is - if I may say so - very firm to the touch. Does it hurt, I wonder?” “You may not say so, and I shall not tell you anything!” Ms. Light bellowed. “Have it your way,” Dr. Monstruction extended his hands downwards and. “W… What are you… Oh!” Ms. Light’s voice vanished like she suddenly swallowed a fly. Dr. Monstruction knelt before her, and using each hand, he had separated her legs, untwisting them bit by bit like a puzzle he was taking apart, and now he kept them each held to the ground, separating them for good. Ms. Light could feel a dribble appear on her lips. Come on, police, where are you? The hero desperately thought to herself. “Just look how swollen your bladder is,” Dr. Monstruction smacked his lips and shook his head. “Thing’s as big as my head!” “Given there is nothing inside, that is not large,” Ms. Light fired back. Dr. Monstruction flinched. He was used to Ms. Light’s witty comebacks, but he had not been expecting one given her… Current situation. “Mock all you want, my hero,” Dr. Monstruction massaged her bladder with ease. “But you are still being held as my captive. So is your bladder.” Even the light pressure was enough to make Ms. Light believe that marbles were raining down on her distended stomach. She tried to snap her legs back together, but Dr. Monstruction had planted each of his own legs over hers. Trying to close Ms. Light’s legs was as useful as closing elevator doors when someone’s arm was sticking out of the side. “You gotta piss yet?” Demanded the villain, clearly growing impatient. “No…” “Don’t lie to me, hero. I invented lying! I can tell how bad you have to piss. Your bladder is as full as an aquarium! I’ll bet it even has its own sea life. Just piss out the gold. You will feel better when you do. Go on, piss for me. Piss for the camera. We are all excited to watch. You cannot keep this up forever.” This was perhaps the most difficult test yet. Just hearing Dr. Monstruction discuss the hero’s needs was enough to make her bladder’s sphincter twist into a knot to avoid any leaks. Ms. Light hated to admit it, but Dr. Monstruction was right on the money. Her bladder was so large, it resembled a hollow basketball filled with water. It had to have held back a decent amount. At least that of a small aquarium. Ms. Light could truly not hold back much longer. And it did not appear that help would arrive anytime soon. Dr. Monstruction kept the hero’s legs apart and continued pressing down on her fat stomach. Ms. Light’s rock-hard bladder sloshed around like a garbage bag filled with chunky milk. She had to piss now! She could feel a leak dampen her underwear. “Go on,” Dr. Monstruction ran his hands over the slight wet spot. It was only the size of a thumb tack, but it was easy to see in Ms. Light’s bright white uniform. “Go on, piss for us,” Dr. Monstruction challenged. “We are all watching. Let it all floooow…” Ms. Light really wished he hadn’t said that. Hearing her enemy extend that final word, was enough to send a larger squirt into her panties. The wet patch of her white leggings expanded into the size of a baseball. Another squirt caused it to grow into a tennis ball. At this point the urine began to run in rivers down each tight. Ms. Light’s underwear was soaked and her tights were getting there as well. She could feel a swamp pressing over her pubes. Yet, the inside of her bladder was still as warm as coco. Another squirt. And another. Still her bladder and sphincter fought side by side to hold back the flood. But this was a fight that not even the hero of Lightvile could win. “You already released so much,” Dr. Monstruction moved aside so the camera could capture the hero’s failure to contain her waters. “Let the rest out,” the villain stocked the hero’s wet vulva through her soaked tights. It was enough to make Ms. Light ready to cum. But more importantly, it made her want to pee. Feeling the grinding of wet clothes against wet pussy was unbearable. The next thing Ms. Light knew she had officially lost control. The hero sat there, chained to the wall of her foe’s lair as a puddle, the size of a yoga mat, was created under her butt. Her white tights became as gray as silverware. A monsoon spewed from Ms. Light’s enraged labia. And despite the dread of pissing herself on camera for the entire city to see, it felt good. Ms. Light was unable to moan quite loudly as she laid her back against the wall and gave into her bodily needs. She did not hold back, she just peed, knowing full well she would feel better with every drop she drained. Ms. Light soon sat there in a puddle of her own humiliation, but the relief was too grand. The hero felt herself orgasm from the pleasure of no longer feeling any sort of pressure in her stomach. “You poor, poor, piss-soaked hero,” Dr. Monstruction chuckled. “Someone had an accident, didn’t she?” “You suck, Doctor,” Ms. Light panted. “You suck?” Dr. Monstruction looked as confused as if Ms. Light just told him to sneeze cookie dough in Chinese. “That is a rather weak comeback, hero. Does the relief feel so good you can hardly think?” “Yes,” moaned Ms. Light. “Well,” Dr. Monstruction climbed over her and began to pull down her soaked tights like a bathing suit. “Seeing as how I am going to jail anyway… I wish to make love to you. You may be my arch rival, but even I cannot deny your attractive qualities.” Any other day, Ms. Light would have kicked him square in the lungs for saying such things. But today… Still chained to the wall, Ms. Light shrugged. “I suppose I must do something with all of this orgasmic energy.” And Dr. Monstruction mounted her and she moaned. Ms. Light knew she would have some explaining to do to the press. Not only did she piss herself on live TV, but now she was having sex with her mortal enemy on live TV! But Dr. Monstruction had a point. If you are going to get into trouble for something anyway, mind as well take it to the extreme. And so, hero and villain had sex as if no one could see. Mike and Jane lay against their bedroom wall. Jane was still chained to the wall, her drenched tights around her ankles, exposing her bare pussy. Mike lay on his wife’s half naked body and both of them panted. “Never realized you made such a good super villain,” Jane giggled. “You’re one to talk, my hero,” Mike said, enticing Jane to giggle even more. “Want me to free you now?” Mike asked, examining his wife’s chains. “Nah,” Jane shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t mind being your prisoner for a little longer! PS, that beer really did go right through me. I kinda need to tinkle again.” The two kissed.
  2. Story seventeen: (I might have gotten confused with the story numbers. Sorry for any confusion!) Eshe downed a shot of tequila in one swig. “Whooie!” She cried, holding her hands to the sky. The bracelets on her wrists clattered from the sudden motion like two animals startled by a loud noise. “I’m still feelin’ good,” Eshe cried. This was only half true. All that liquor was working its way through Eshe quickly. It made her seriously reconsider this bet. But she had already made the bet and now all eyes in the entire bar were on her, waiting and watching with anticipation. Eshe felt like she was an alien species and a group of scientists were watching her. They didn’t say anything or do anything. They just wanted to see how she reacted. That’s exactly what the bar patrons were doing right now. They just wanted to see what Eshe was going to react to all of that diuretic liquid sloshing around inside like angry monkeys trapped in a steel cage. “Bartender, fix mama up with another round a shots!” Eshe called. The entire bar gasped. The bar tended looked as if Eshe just asked him to switch her shampoo for acid. “You sure, ma’am,” he asked. “Course I’m sure! Another shot, please!” “Okay. You’re the boss,” the bartender slid another glass down, western style and Eshe downed it in seconds. Hours passed and Eshe drank more and more. The entire bar hadn’t moved an inch. They just kept watching, waiting for any signs of desperation! Eshe could seriously feel it. Now, every time she turned her bar stool towards the counter to drink, she snuck a very long, satisfying crotch-grab. Eshe had told these people the properties of alcohol had almost no effect on her. She had also said her bladder was like an elephant’s. Both statements were true. But even Eshe had her limits, and she knew that too. Eshe finished her twenty-ninth tequila shot that night. A bar patron behind her stood and said, “Miss, you have proven your point. I say you have won the bet. You have held way longer than anyone could have!” The others cheered in agreement. “You don’t have to do this no more.” But Eshe did. This wasn’t just about winning. It was about going as far as she could. Thirty-two shots, six beers, and a wine down, and Eshe’s bladder was ready to blow. But she refused to leave. She would keep holding it as long as possible. Eshe’s long black hair flopped behind her like a wall of bats. Her earrings jangled and her necklaces bounced. Eshe was busy bouncing her leg up and down at rapid speed. Her hands were shuffled in the folds of her two piece black dress. Eshe pulled up her bra a bit and went back to holding. She could feel even her breasts sweating. Eshe’s eyes were riddled with desperation. Eshe had the biggest bladder of any one here, but it was so filled up with alcohol, at this point her bladder was no different than an elderly person's. Eshe’s bladder was cramping and her skin was beaded with perspiration. Eshe noticed her bladder stand out amongst her very dark skin. Her bladder was so stretched, it looked like she would be going into labor any second now. Eshe could no longer hold still, but she still refused to go pee. She held and she held, and she held. Her muscles were burning, and her bladder was quacking inside her abdomen. She held the entire Pacific Ocean back with just her bare muscles. Eshe was a fierce competitor, but she was also smart. She knew very well how much her body could take. Eshe looked around. All eyes were on her. And each pair of eyes was as wide as golf balls, mouths open to let emotionless air exit. Everyone stopped and stared. Eshe finally stood. Everyone sucked in their breath. Hands in crotch, Eshe looked to everyone apologetically. “Mama’s gonna take a hot piss! See yeh all,” she announced and then zoomed to the ladies’ room. She could feel all eyes on her as she did so, but she kind of liked that. Bladder bursting full the whole way, Eshe zipped into the ladies room and lifted her skirt. Her black high heels stood in a puddle, but she didn’t care. Eshe stood at the urinal trough. Not caring where she aimed, she relaxed her muscles and moaned with pleasure as hours and hours of tequila, beer, wine, and other alcohol came gushing from her pitch labia like water from a whale’s blow hole. Eshe panted and heaved. Even with her colossal bladder and her extreme control over it, she could feel herself losing the battle. Eshe smirked and breathed for it felt amazing to spray her torrent from her powerful lips all over the sea of ice chips in the trough. Eshe stood there and pissed like never before and she could feel herself ready to cum too. That one she didn’t need to tell her bar friends!
  3. Story sixteen: Vella and Hanako stood behind the counter of the ramen shop together. Business was slow and the best friends gossiped about their lives. There were rumors flying around that the two bisexual women were in a relationship. The truth was, the two women were not dating, but they each fancied one another. Granted, they could never admit that to one another. The two stood and gossiped all morning. Vella had drunk a few coffees and even a beer while Hanako was busy with milk and tea. Soon enough, both large women found themselves in great need of a bathroom. They decided to go together. The store only had one, one-person bathroom. But they would be fine waiting for one another. They were nearly there when Yuto pushed past them, beelining for the restroom. Yuto was Hanako and Vella’s only other co-worker in the shop. Unless they counted their bosses, and they didn’t. “Excuse me, Yuto,” Vella said, dancing in place. “But we were heading for the bathroom next.” “Too bad,” Yuto stepped into the restroom and closed the door. It was at this moment the two women realized how badly they needed to pee. They had drunk way more than their bodies could handle. Plus, they had been so busy gossiping that they had forgotten all about their bodily needs. But now that they were focused on it again, they found themselves in dire need of a restroom. Nothing to do now but wait it out. The two women returned to the counter and began gossiping about what an awful person Yuto was. Yuto was constantly acting rude and obnoxious to everyone. Vella and Hanako shared the same pet peeve. Rude people. Talking helped take their mind off their needs for a little bit. But soon, both women were knocked down with a large wave of urgency. Vella played with her headphones around her ears to distract herself and Hanako jiggled her cowbell. But no matter what they did, their minds always returned to their bladders. Worst of all, there were no customers today, so there was nothing to take their minds off their desperation. The girls returned to the bathroom several times to check if Yuto was out yet. He wasn’t. They knocked and begged, but he didn’t leave. Hanako kept her legs crossed, one leg raised to her crotch. She pulled on her cow ear and wiggled her hips. Vella meanwhile undid her belt to relieve some pressure. Vella tried to listen to some of her favorite music: Power metal. But it didn’t help. The girls attempted to discuss traveling. Also didn’t work. The poor late-twenty-year-old women had to pee so bad, they were at the point that nothing, absolutely nothing could distract them any longer. How they wished they had peed earlier! Or maybe if they hadn’t had so much to drink. No use in dwelling on that now. Vella’s bladder had expanded through her stomach by several inches. Hanako’s bladder was also quite large, not as large as Vella’s, but large just the same. The two women danced and squirmed. Their faces were red, and their eyes watered. Just when they feared the worst, they heard a lock come undone and a toilet flush. About time! Yuto had been in there for nearly an hour! The two raced towards the bathroom just as Yuto emerged. Despite the way Yuto acted, the women hated to be rude to him, but this was an emergency. The two large women pushed past Yuto and squeezed into the narrow bathroom door. Once inside, they slammed and locked the door. It was at this moment the women realized their biggest problem. Two of them and only one toilet. “You can go first,” Vella danced out of the way. She knew Hanako’s bladder was even smaller than hers. Vella wanted her friend to be able to alleviate herself first. Despite feeling a bowling ball pressing down on her tensed up vulva, Hanako clapped her hands to her crotch and potty danced to the side. “No, no. You can go first,” Hanako lifted her legs as though she were marching in place. Vella could clearly see the desperation in Hanako’s eyes. If this had happened an hour ago, they would have easily been able to wait for one another. But at this point, it was getting near impossible. Vella had an idea. She told Hanako who agreed. Vella quickly threw up the toilet seat and unzipped her jeans. Hanako took her place beside Vella and did the same. The two women - now with unzipped pants - each took aim and felt the relief flood through them. Or rather out of them! Two streams - one from each pee hole - blasted through the air and splashed down in the toilet, causing the water to become an instant yellow. A glong, glong, glong sounded as the two women peed rather noisily into the bowl. Vella found her head resting on Hanako’s shoulder. While the two women were nearly the exact same height, Vella was a couple of centimeters shorter. The two women moaned with relief as they peed their worries away together. Vella was unable to break her gaze from Hanako’s unzipped pussy lips and Hanako was having the same issues looking away from Vella’s exposed genitalia. The two women smile at one another. The pink eyes of Hanako met the red ones of Vella. They smiled at one another and went back to nuzzling each other on the shoulders as they peed side by side for another long, very romantic hour.
  4. Story fifteen: Vella sat before her laptop; legs crossed as tight as they could go like two puzzle pieces being forced together until they begin to break along the edges. Littering the floor around Vella’s seat were a dozen empty beer bottles. There was even an empty coffee cup in the mix. Vella wanted to be wide awake for this event. And was she ever! Vella’s fingers flew over her controller. She gamed and gamed like she had never gamed before. Vella’s friends were all on a live game preparing for the final of their quest. Nothing would stand in the way! That is except for Vella’s mediocre bladder and all the beer she placed inside of it. Vella could feel her bladder agitated by all of the diuretics swirling around inside. Vella squirmed and wiggled. She couldn’t even hold herself. Her mind was going numb from her need. She could hardly focus. Vella leaned froward, her large breasts squished against the desk. Her snow white hair hung around her eyes like mosquitoes preparing to land. Yet, Vella never once redirected her red eyes anywhere but the screen. Still, she could feel her bladder swelling so far, it looked like she was carrying around a third massive breast. This one on her stomach. The belt she wore did not help as it squished things even farther. It was as hard as stone and incredibly sensitive as it brushed against the table. Vella’s whole face resembled a tomato after a rainstorm. Red and dripping with sweat and tears. Vella’s breathing was heavy. Her friend’s must have noticed. “Hey, Vella? You okay,” asked Kanna - the only other female gamer on this livequest. “Um, yeah. I just drank too much and I have to pee real bad,” Vella decided for honesty. “That sucks,” said Benjiro. “But you can’t go now.” “Obviously,” Vella made the noise of two rocks smashing together. “But I have to piss, guys!” Vella hated to be rude to her friend, but her bladder hurt so much, she actually was afraid it might burst from her abdomen. “Got any bottles?” Kanna wondered. “Maybe you can pee into one of them.” “Lots. I drank a bunch!” “There you go,” Kanna said in a tone that suggested the matter was solved. “Girls are so lucky,” Takato grumbled. “Wish I could pee into a bottle.” Vella had stopped listening. She now had her jeans unzipped and held a bottle to her genitalia. The beer bottle’s opening was buried in her large lips like a car after a snow storm, Vella was unable to resist making an audible moan as relief felt too good. There came the sound of prrrrissh and Vella began filled up the bottle. The urine quickly filled to the top and Vella switched out the bottles. She continued to game with her friends. Asahi pointed out that they could hear Vella’s hissing over their earpieces. Vella hardly cared. It was well worth the release. Even better, they defeated the boss and won the game. But not before Vella filled up seven and a half beer bottles of pee. Vella arranged them on her desk like the trophy collection of a snotty ‘perfect’ champion. Vella admired the bottles, overflowing and foaming with golden liquid inside. Seven and a half bottles of pee stood before the Japanese gamer girl. Perhaps her bladder isn’t so mediocre after all!
  5. Story fourteen: Hanako leaned back, grinning as she felt the hot water of the springs move over her mostly naked body. It was such a welcomed vacation from work. The ramen shop had been incredibly busy since adding that dumb new cookie and cream flavor to their menu. Hanako needed a break just like this! As she lounged in the hot springs, she could feel her stream burning from her body and leaving the pool as steam. But there was one problem… A sharp twinge of her bladder and Hanako shot her hand into the water to grasp her aching vulva through her two-piece suit. Her hand felt like it had caught fire, like it does whenever you get into hot bath water too quickly. But Hanako had no choice. She was about to pee. The hot water rolling over her bladder bulge was infuriating! Hanako hated getting out. She had long since debated whether or not to just pee in the spring, but that was too disgusting for her. She regretted all of that tea she had drank that morning. It had flowed right through her insides and now wanted out. Hanako could no longer take it. She fled from the spring, her skin burning as she exited. She dashed for the changing rooms. Of course, they didn’t have a bathroom. The nearest bathroom was back at the barn she was staying at her in Japan. It was just down the road, but with a full bladder, it felt much farther. Hanako tore her swimsuit off, toweled her naked body - giving extra care to her soaking nude breasts - and dressed in her long blue jeans, gray sneakers, black bra - which was so stretched by her breasts, it looked like she was stuffing two car tires into a balloon - and a woolen sweater. She quickly put her white hair - flowing down to her feet - in a gray bow and was off. She also added on her beloved cow bell around her neck. Hanako sped back to the farm, hands in crotch the whole way down the road. She had put off going to the bathroom for too long. And she needed to go right now! Hanako rushed down the dirt path, soil flying with each kick of her sneakers. Her cow bell clenched around her neck and her large pink eyes brimmed with tears as they tried to focus on the long road ahead of her. Hanako’s large ears flapped and her horns swayed. Her heart pounded and her bladder pulsated. Hanako was nearly back when she heard a clap of thunder so strong that it scared her into leaking. The front of her jeans turned dark. Rain poured from the heavens. Hanako angrily slapped her feet up and down against the path - already soaked in puddles - in a desperate potty dance. Hanako chewed her lip and her eyes shut tight, tears flowing as well as rain water. Hanako hated the rain. She especially hated the rain when she had a full bladder. Of course, Hanako knew she could just empty in the bushes, but she was shy. Sure, no one was around, but she still didn’t like emptying anywhere besides her bathroom. Plus, it was raining now. Pissing in the rain was the worst! Hanako tugged at her hair to distract herself, but she could feel the rain hammering down on her bladder making it throb with each patter it was forced to endure. Hanako jabbed her hands back into her crotch and sped even faster. She zipped down the trail, leaving a wake of dirt behind her. She was nearly there. She could see her toilet from here! Hanako charged into the farm and dashed into her pen. The rain no longer fell on her, as it was held back by the straw roof above her. She tore open her jeans and let it fly, releasing her power pee. The relief washed over Hanako like a glass of refreshing milk. She moaned with pleasure as she expelled her angry bladder all over the hay at her feet. The other cows looked up at Hanako. They had come to know her rather well in recent times. Hanako waved at them and cheerfully said, “Hi!” She spoke in Japanese. The cows mooed in response, returning to eating or sleeping. Hanako sighed happily, “Ahhhhh…” She looked back to the cows. “Thanks for letting me use your pen again, little guys. I had to go!” Hanako’s cowbell rattled like a bird feeder as she held her head down, enjoying the sensation that came with relief. Hanako gushed her very own thunderstorm of piss. When the wide yellow trail finally ended, absorbed by the hay, Hanako shook her damp pussy and rezipped. She examined the raging storm past the pen walls and the straw roof. She could try and make a run for it, but why bother? Hanako sat in the hay, right by her pee puddle, and withdrew a chocolate bar from her pocket. How she loved sweets! The once again sunny twenty-nine year old cheerfully bit into her candy bar. She looked around the pen at her cow companions and asked, “Does anyone have some milk?”
  6. Story thirteen: (Sorry for the edit. I accidentally put the wrong story number). Tiffany walked down the length of the trail. Every now and then she had to stop and grab herself or make a fidget movement with her legs. Tiffany could feel her bladder swell like a parade float being pumped full of air. Tiffany’s eyes watered and her tongue flapped inside her throat like a fish. No one was around. But composing herself was a part of the fun. Tiffany’s bladder was so full of liquid, she felt a weight similar to a small boulder push down on her vulva. Tiffany could feel her clit vibrating inside her pants like a caged up tiger wanting release. It just felt so good to hold it. Being in nature, going on his hike, (and being a woman), Tiffany could pee anywhere she liked. But she just loved the feeling she got when she held it. She felt her bladder beat like a heart, she could feel a tsunami of pressure wham down on her vulva and it turned her on immensely. Tiffany adjusted her dark pants. She tucked a loose strand of her short dark hair behind her ear. She used her hands held in biker gloves to adjust her jeans. It felt so good on her bladder to push down and to move her pants all around. Tiffany looked around, making sure she was alone. When she decided she was, she unzipped her pants and squinted her eyes, biting her lip. It felt so incredible to unzip her pants and allow her bladder to expand past the fly. She felt her brown skin prickle with imaginary shards of glass. Her eyes became that of a cartoon character that was hit on the head with an anvil. Tiffany shoved a gloved hand in her crotch and began waddling along. The pressure was as intense as the Atlantic Ocean. Tiffany could feel the liquids slosh around inside. Her unzipped black bicker’s jacket swayed around her. Tiffany’s ears filled with the roaring sound of a waterfall. This was Tiffany’s target. She didn’t want this hold to end. But she was so excited, that she instantly took off her bicker boots and rolled up her pant legs. Tiffany stomped into the lake. Her bladder was hammering inside as it felt her feet submerge themselves in cool liquid. Tiffany’s bladder felt hot. Really hot. As warm as the sun in fact. Tiffany stopped at the waterfall and ran her hands over her bladder. It bulged like a bowling ball right below her abs. Tiffany just adored seeing her almond skin elongate past her stomach. Tiffany had to piss so bad! She began to potty dance while ankle deep in lake water. Water splashed below her feet. Worst - or perhaps best of all - Tiffany stood only mere feet from the roaring twenty-foot tall waterfall. Millions of gallons rushed from over the falls, flowing past Tiffany’s eyes as fast as water from a tap, and crashed down at her feet, causing white foam to stir. Just watching the falls, listening to the water rush, Tiffany felt ready to squirt. Tiffany finally reached inside her already unzipped jeans. She wore no underwear. Her thick bush of pubes protruded from her fly. Tiffany held her vulva with both fingers and peed. The relief felt heavenly. Tiffany felt hearts leave her mouth. She was ready to pass out from the joy of relieving a bursting bladder. But she was nowhere near done yet. Tiffany pulled her vulva up as far as it would go. Her urine stream blasted far above her head. The stream fired so high that it surpassed the top of the waterfall. Tiffany watched with satisfaction as her urine stream landed at the very top of the falls and was knocked down the falls by the coursing aqua. Tiffany’s stream hit the top of the twenty-foot tall falls and rushed back down, creating a wide yellow strip going down the center of the falls. Tiffany felt her bladder deflate like an orange that was being juiced. She smiled and orgasmed. Nothing like giving a giant pee stream! It appeared to go as high as the clouds!
  7. Story twelve: Kay grasped her navy shorts. Her large legs stumbled as she attempted - but failed - to run. Why had she drank so much beer! She knew how quickly beer went through her! She also knew… Her secret. As she made it through the tree line, Kay’s short, but thick blonde hair fell in her face making her vision as useful as tapping a pair on construction paper to either side of her face. Kay could feel a squirt emerge and absorb into her panties. That and her giant boobs bouncing below her, Kay felt as though she was also getting hit in the face by two volleyballs, each one hitting her on every alternative step. Her pale skin was a deep red as she felt another squirt of former beer try to make a break from her tensed up pussy. Kay looked around. Even women had to make sure no one was around before they peed in public areas. But between the picnic being right down the hill and Kay’s embarrassing secret, she had to be doubly sure she was all alone. Granted, it was a family/friend picnic. Kay either was related to or knew everyone here her whole life. But she didn’t want them to know her secret either. Satisfied with her privacy, Kay undid her shorts and pulled them all the way down. She then squatted so her butt was parallel with her white cotton stockings. Her high heel black boots were wedged firmly in the earth. Her heart was pounding, her throat dry, knowing at any moment, someone may see and would learn that Kay has a difficult time standing to pee unlike every other woman on the planet! She would have to make this quick. The stream started. Kay breathed heavily as the pressure let up and she drowned the grass at her feet. The piss stream was strong. No surprise given how much beer it was made up of. Kay peed and peed. But she made the mistake of closing her eyes and relaxing. “Kay?” Kay leapt as if an alien just used her name. But it was instead her older, goth cousin, Natalie. “N… Natalie…” Kay’s eyes went down to the stream hissing between her bent legs. “What uh… What are you doing here?” “Too much beer,” Natalie patted her stomach. She looked down, admiring Kay’s stream. “I take it that is what brought you here?” Kay was never super close with Natalie. Moistly because Natalie was always super goth and often scary to be around. But Natalie hadn’t called Kay out on her act yet. The secret one that is. Maybe she didn’t notice. No, of course she noticed. How could she not notice her younger cousin popping a squat right in front of her? Natalie may be wearing a ton of eyeliner, and her ‘bad bitch’ baseball cap may be covering most of her face, but Kay didn’t think that made the woman blind either! “Uh…” Kay looked down at her steam again. “Hey, why are you peeing like that anyway?” Natalie asked.“Why not stand?” There it was. No use in denying things. Her secret was out. “I… I can’t pee standing up,” Kay admitted. Natalie didn’t even blink. “What do you mean?” “Truthfully… It has always been tough for me. I like sitting better. You know, like a guy,” Kay snorted. “But standing to go sure does make these outdoor things easier, huh? I… I suppose you’re gonna tell everyone now.” Instantly, without hesitation, Natalie replied, “No.” “Send a post on social media?” Kay guessed. For the first time, Kay saw something she never imagined Natalie would do. She smiled. “It is your secret, I have no right to blab it,” Natalie replied. “Nor will I. Don’t be ashamed. It is kinda cool, actually. Well, not cool per say, but… Interesting. And hey, I’ll bet your husband will be rather thankful for it someday. No mess in the bathroom, toilet seat always down. Man, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve gotten into fights with my husband! Just cause I leave the stupid seat up once in a while, he has to…” Natalie’s voice trailed upon seeing Kay stare up at her. Natalie swallowed her rage at her husband and addressed her younger cousin, “We all have our secrets, anyway. For instance… Know what I am wearing under my clothes?” Without invitation, Natalie flipped her long blonde ponytail and then proceeded to lift up her pitch black shirt to reveal that her boobs were hidden behind fishnet stockings. Her nipples pressed against the nets. Her areola were enormous too! They were the size of a tennis ball, easy. She even had belts surrounding them, cutting off the circulation. The fishnets matched perfectly with the ones around Natalie’s legs. “You’re a slut,” Kay smirked. “A slut who has to piss like a racehorse!” Natalie began bouncing her legs. “Thanks for reminding me!” Natalie directed that last comment to Kay’s peeing pussy lips. Natalie moved over to a bush, her back to Kay. Remaining standing, she undid her pitch black shorts with spikes at the end to match her spiked neck collar. Kay observed her cousin, watching her knee long ponytail scrape against her legs and listening to her noisy hiss of pee. It was some how comforting. “Hey, Natalie?” Kay asked. “Yo?” Kay hesitated. “Thanks for keeping my secret?” Natalie paused. “What are slutty cousins for?”
  8. Not full on accidents per day, but she has been known to leak since having kids.
  9. Sorry you got a uti. That sucks. 😞 Make sure to take care of yourself, you are amazing! ❤️
  10. Story eleven! Enjoy! 🙂 Amanda Grant leaned against a lamp post. She kept her knees bent together as she moaned heavily. She could feel a thick trickle preparing to launch from her pussy. It was pitch black out and the blonde twenty-six-year-old didn’t know what to do. Tears swelled in her glassy gray eyes. She cursed wildly under her breath. After a night of bar hopping, Amanada’s bladder was ready to pop, as was her ego when she wet herself. No, she would not wet herself! She was only a block away from her house. She couldn’t lose control now. But it was so close to coming out! No, she just had to fight! Amanda squeezed her muscles tighter, unintentionally flexing her four pack-abs under her navy-blue woolen jacket. Amanda wanted so badly to unzip her jacket; it was making her sweat even more. But alas, she was wearing nothing underneath. She wasn’t even wearing a bra. Amanda adjusted her jacket. Her big boobs, stretching the wool. But Amanda wanted so badly to find an alleyway and pee even more! But no alleyways emerged. And even then, Amanda was usually a cautious person. She was horrified of getting caught. Amanda may have spent all night drinking margarita after margarita, beer after beer, tequila shot after tequila shot, but she took comfort in the fact that alcohol didn’t have a big effect on her. Despite having over a dozen alcoholic beverages, Amanda felt as sober as ever. But that did not change the fact that she had a lot to drink, and it all wished to exit her body now. Amanda would have peed by now. But one of the bars had a long line, one bar had a closed bathroom entirely, one bar was ‘free until someone goes’ and she would not be that someone to go! Bottom line, Amanda Grant hadn’t peed in well over four hours. And will all she had to drink… Even normal non-alcoholic beverages would be demanding release by now. Amanda took a moment to compose herself on the lamp post before continuing. Amanda had just turned the corner onto her street when she felt it. Her pants were getting damp. Amanda cursed, grabbing at the fabric of her navy jeans, but nothing. This could not be happening… Amanda Grant did not pee herself! Yet, here she was, all the alcohol she consumed running down her jeans. Amanda ran for it. She dashed down the street, hands in crotch, feeling as little by little leaked out. Amanda ran faster than a cheetah hunting its prey. She darted up the steps to her house. Each step was excruciating as she failed to hold back the ocean inside. Pee rolled down the steps and down the sidewalk outside. In fact, there was a trail of pee following Amanda Grant. The crotch of Amanda’s jeans was even more dark than the rest of her pants. There was a small trail of wetness traveling down her left leg and a dribble going down the right as well. She grasped the doorknob, feeling a massive flood stir in the fabric of her navy jeans. Amanda jiggled the knob. More leaked out. Door was locked. Amanda didn’t have time to get her keys. She raised her foot and kicked the door in. The door swung on its hinge, forced open by Amanda’s powerful foot. Amanda charged past the door and down the hall. She was very much aware of the trail she was leaving behind. Several puddles dotted the carpet behind her like spots on a dalmatian. But she didn’t care. Amanda charged into her bathroom. She threw the toilet seat up with a loud bang, metal against metal. She ripped the button of her jeans open, and then… “Ahhhhhhh…” Amanda smiled as a massive PLLOOOOOUUUUSSSH sound echoed through the entire house. The damn was already filled with cracks, but when Amanda undid her zipper, the damn shattered like glass. A pale-yellow stream of hot piss bloomed from her vulva and rocketed down into the toilet water. The transparent water of the toilet became a deep shade of yellow in a matter of seconds. Amanda stood peeing until the big hand of the bathroom clock moved from three to seven. Finally, the stream began to subside. Amanda’s feet were aching from standing in front of the toilet for so long. Amanda shook her pussy off and was ready to rezip. But she hesitated. Her pants were soaked, and her underwear was ruined. But she was home. At least no one was out tonight to see her. And even if they were, it was so dark out and her jeans were also dark, it was unlikely anyone could tell. Either way, she was home now. Time to shower and get into pajamas anyway. Also clean the carpet and call a guy to fix her door!
  11. Here is story number ten! Enjoy! 🙂 Emma’s eyes began to flutter open. She tiredly closed them again. Emma was prepared to go back to sleep. She was far too relaxed to get up. She had the entire beach to herself! How much more relaxed could one be? Emma loved the beach. It was probably her favorite place in the world. She felt the sun on her face, the wind lightly blowing the sand around, the waves crashing on shore, the clouds roaming aimlessly overhead, the air buzzing, the trees swaying, the seagulls coking, the sun glowing… Could she have asked for a nicer day. As Emma heard the waves crash against the sand, she suddenly realized something. She had to pee. Quite urgently! It was enough to wake Emma from her sleep. This was the type of pee that she knew could not wait! Her bladder needed immediate attention. This was the drop-everything-and-go-pee urge! Not surprising given the fact that Emma drank several sodas and a lemonade since she arrived. Emma checked the time on her phone. Her screen appeared blurry through her freshly awoken vision. As the words came into view, Emma gasped. Five O’clock! She was asleep for five hours? Well, there went her night sleep. On the bright side, that would explain how the sun got to the western part of the sky so quickly. This also meant that Emma had stored all that soda in her bladder for well over six hours. Emma’s bladder is incredibly large. She may have went overboard with the drinks. But the day was hot, and Emma knew she had excellent control. Still, she did have limits! Emma struggled to sit up. Her long, wavy turquoise colored hair was speckled with sand particles. Emma climbed from her beach chair she brought and struggled to her feet. Her large legs nearly toppled over. Emma was so sleepy, she could hardly stand. But one pang from her bladder woke her up rather quickly. Emma had such good control, she had no need to hold her crotch. But she did need to keep her legs within two inches from one another to keep from exploding all over the sand. Emma stubbled down the length of the beach, passing many red and white umbrellas. Emma wondered if someone had arrived at the beach to set them up. She saw no one. Emma looked around. No one was here. It was a rather long walk to the bathroom. Going to the bathroom was rather pointless. Emma - like all women - could just stand to pee. Why bother heading to the restroom? Emma looked around and decided to unbutton her beige pants and allow them to slide down her chunky legs, and fall into her leather boots. Emma’s cotton brown coat fell behind her arms. She moved her black thong to the side and began gushing. A hot stream moved from in between Emma’s labia onto the soft sandy floor below her. Emma smiled widely as she studied her steam falling down to the earth, causing the sand to become very damp and dark and turn to clay. Emma stared straight ahead, smiling. She adjusted the red scarf at her throat and scratched her left breast, ready to pop out of her tight black bra. Emma’s stream lasted for several moments. Just when she thought she was finishing, she got a second wind. She peed and peed and peed and peed and peed even more. The stream didn't appear to be stopping. Between her large bladder captivity and all that soda she gulped down a few hours ago, she was nowhere near surprised. Emma just listened to the gentle waves behind her as her bladder voided. Emma was awfully proud of herself. She ended up creating a wet patch of sand that was the size of a small sinkhole! The sand felt extra squishy under her boots. When she was done, Emma jiggled her labia to shake off the last few drops. She then moved her thong back in place and pulled up her jeans. As she was buttoning them, she heard a middle aged couple appear beside her. Emam blushed. Judging by their faces, they had seen. “That is sick,” the man gagged. The woman - likely his wife - asked, “What is?” “She peed right here,” the man gestured to Emma. “Yeah, so,” asked his wife. “It is gross! Why do women pee wherever they feel like it,” he asked? “If you could pee standing up, you would too buddy,” his wife promised. “No, I wouldn’t!” “Who cares, anyway?” “You women just go around, whipping it out whenever you feel like it! Have some decency!” “Oh, quit being so dramatic.” “I’m serious!” “Blah, blah,” the woman retorted, clearly not having a better come back. And so, Emma went back to her beach chair, leaving behind the bickering couple and the wet patch she made in the sand.
  12. I decided to do a few more stories. Here is the next installment. Enjoy! 🙂 Sasha grasped her womanhood and held tight. Sasha could see her bladder bulging from her muscular caramel colored skin. Given how hot it was outside today, Sasha wore a black D-cup bra which stretched to make room for her large breasts. Sasha had to take a break from running. It hurt to even move, let alone run. Sasha squeezed herself through her dark jeans. Her lower half was sweltering, making her regret wearing long pants today. Sasha quietly whispered to herself, “I’m a big girl, I can make it… Come on, Sash, you are a champion… You are a body builder… You can hold your pee… Just like lifting weights, you can hold the pressure in…” This helped the caramel-colored woman calm down a bit. Sasha felt the pressure go down ever so slightly. She was relieved no one was around to hear her monologue to herself. Thank god the park was empty today! After regaining control of herself, Sasha continued to the toilets. She was appalled and horrified, however, when she saw the ‘Out of Order’ sign plastered over the door to the ladies’ room. Fear crept over Sasha. She knew she could not wait. The men’s room, perhaps? But no. The men’s room had a ‘closed for cleaning’ sign on it. Sasha cursed under her breath. She could not wait. No one was around. In fact, Sasha had not seen anyone at the park all day today. Plus, that morning coffee and all the water she added to her body throughout the day would not wait much longer. Sasha was a buddy builder. Hydration was very important to her. She had seven bottles of water since this morning, and they were making her bladder begin to cave in. Sasha turned and sped into the nearby bushes. She looked left, then right, and left again, just to confirm that she was indeed alone. She was. Sasha quickly began fumbling with the buckle of her navy jeans. Sasha spit out a string of curse words as she struggled to undo the button. Her face was oozing with sweat. Sasha’s dark sunglasses were sliding down her nose, which was a slip n’ slide of perspiration. She even had beads of sweat dotting her black lipstick-colored lips. Sasha was used to sweating. Especially on hot days. But this was a different kind of sweat. It wasn’t from the heat or from working out. It was the type of sweat that came with a full bladder. Sasha's jeans finally came undone. Hiding behind the bush, Sasha yanked the flaps of her jeans to the side and let a clear river - the perfect symbol of good hydration - gush from her labia onto the floor of the park. Sasha’s lips formed an O as she breathed a quiet sigh of relief. Sasha closed her eyes behind her sunglasses, not caring who saw, just enjoying the feeling as the pressure in her bladder went down. She enjoyed the pitter patter sound her urine stream made as it connected with the dirt. She enjoyed the gentle breeze rustling through her curly black hair, pulled into a ponytail. Sasha closed her eyes behind her sunglasses, not caring who saw, just enjoying the feeling as the pressure in her bladder went down. She enjoyed the pitter patter sound her urine stream made as it connected with the dirt. She enjoyed the gentle breeze rustling through her curly black hair, pulled into a ponytail. Sasha heard a noise that made her eyes spring open. Standing beside her was a woman with olive colored skin with long chocolate colored hair that had a cowlick standing far up in the air. She wore azure lipstick and fishnet stockings with long black boots, a dark blue skirt and a belt that was crooked on her waist, and a translucent top that showed off her mountain sized breasts. Her nipples, however, were hidden from view behind a strange garment that Sasha had never seen before. Something was off about the woman. She was standing on one leg, keeping the other pressed against her knee. She chewed her lip and her face was red. She looked really stressed out. In one hand she held her cell phone and allowed her other hand to hang at her side, limply holding a cigarette. Sasha noticed the bracelet around her wrist and the white collar around her neck. Sasha had a feeling she understood this woman’s problem. “Have to pee?” Sasha asked. The newcomer shifted her head in a weak nod. “I won’t look,” Sasha turned away. It was hard not to though. This busty woman was very hot. The woman placed her cigarette back in her mouth and held her phone in between her breasts. Sasha wished her breasts could do that! And she thought her D-cup was big! This woman must have been a triple D at least! The woman undid her belt and pulled her skirt down slightly. She moaned loudly as a stream, much darker than Sasha’s, burst from her lips. “Feel better?” Sasha asked. “Whew!” The woman breathed. “Those damn bathrooms! Out of order! Thought I was gonna burst! I’m Mandy, by the way.” “Sasha.” The pair shook hands. They then peed in silence. After she finished, Sasha rebuckled her hands, happy to see her bladder bulge had disappeared. Sasha was also overjoyed that she didn’t get caught. Well, she did. But she was caught by another woman who was dying to pee. What luck!
  13. You are a great artist! Nice work! 🙂
  14. Here is yet another story of my sister's bladder back in the day! Enjoy! 🙂 A couple years ago, my sister and I went to the amusement park with her boyfriend at the time. It was, again, a hot day out, so we had quite a bit to drink. I was the first to need to pee but there was a super long line for the porta potties. Yeah, there were porta potties there too! I said I could wait. I didn't mind using the porta potty so much as I minded the long line. I didn't want my sister and her boyfriend to have to wait around forever just because I couldn't pee for a while. So, we went on a ton of rides and had a great time. But my urge soon became urgent. I didn't want to admit it to them, but they saw me fidgeting a bit. The boyfriend also had to pee. Soon, my sister did as well. Note that she - later told us - that she hadn't peed since she woke up that morning. That was like eight hours ago at this point! The lines were a lot shorter now, but still atrocious! I could hardly wait. My sister and her BF noticed this and suggested that we find somewhere discrete to me. I am not a huge fan of public urination. But it was getting bad now and I was even less of a fan of wetting my pants in public. So, we tried to find somewhere but to no aval. We then noticed that a ride that my sister's boyfriend had wanted to go on for a very long time now - but had a humongous line every time we went to it - was now empty. He got super excited. I could barely stand still at this point, but I didn't want to say no to him. We went to the ride to find out why no one was around. It broke. The dude there apologized to us and then walked away. My sister's boyfriend was disappointed. My sister then noticed that there was a hill off to the side of this ride. There were tons of trees and bushes on the hill, and no one was around this side of the park anymore. (I guess when this one ride broke, everyone gave up on this side of the amusement park). My sister suggested we go pee here. I was desperate so I agreed. It was super hard to climb this steep hill with a full bladder. But my sister and her BF gave me a hand. we finally got to the top, and I went behind a tree and oh the relief! My sister's boyfriend peed too while my sister kindly stood watch. We asked her if she wanted to pee as well. Let the record state that my sister can pee outside and has before. But she does it more when her bladder is a 5/10. Not super desperate, but also getting up there. This just proved our theory - that even though my sister had to pee - she was still on the lower half of the scale; despite all that liquid she drank and how long she held it. After us guys finished, we rode a couple more rides and then went home. It was an hour drive, and my sister was fine the whole way. But I was highly surprised to see her cross her legs so much on the second half of the way home. It had been ten hours since she last peed, and she drank several waters and a lemonade at the amusement park. They dropped me off at my place. I asked my sister if she needed to use my bathroom, but she assured me she could hold another ten minutes until she reached her and her boyfriend's home. I called her up half an hour later and teased her. "Did you make it?" "Yes! Did you pee behind a tree?" She shot back. We just laughed.
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