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  1. Thank you all! I've got a few drafts my ADHD brain didn't allow me to finish but I'm sure I'll be picking them back up eventually haha
  2. Thank you so much! I've been a fan of your writing for a long time now so this means a lot to me ❤️ Glad you liked it!
  3. Thank you! For me it's more that lately the stories here stray further and further away from my (and I think most other people's) personal taste. Oh well, thankfully I am able to create my own haha Glad you liked it!
  4. Hi everyone! I recently managed to pick writing back up as a cure to my boredom; not really thinking about what I write but instead focusing on just putting a few words down and seeing where it takes me. This time, it was another one of our beloved main character Ocean's adventures (shameless plug to check out my profile for more Ocean and others haha). Even though I feel like fiction has somewhat been losing its popularity to visual artwork lately, I hope some of you will still find this entertaining. Enjoy! # Hi. My name's Ocean. It's been a little more than two years since I graduated college. Although my college years were relatively uneventful compared to my peers, I did still have my fair share of fun times. One of me and my friend group's favourite after-school activities was to simply grab a few beers, park my car to somewhere quiet and drink away the stress of the whole day. Usually it would be just me and one or two other guy friends, but one day, we had someone new. She was a girl named Marla, whom we had met on a mutual class we were taking. She was average height and weight, with medium length curly brown hair and matching brown eyes. We had only talked a few times—she could barely be considered a friend, but we certainly didn't mind additional company, so none of us objected when she offered to join in one evening. After our last class, me and one other friend named Chase, picked Marla up and drove to a liquor store close to our drinking spot, making small talk with her on the way. She didn't seem like much of a conversation starter on her own, but she joined in on me an Chase's conversations quite often and it turned out she was quite fun to hang out with. We reached our destination with more chatting on the way, and started drinking. We had more than a dozen beers to share between the four of us, conveniently kept cool by my trusty insulated cooler box I always carried in the trunk of my car. With that, one beer became two, and then three, as time passed while we got drunk and had all sort of fun chats. Marla still wasn't fully warmed up to us, but with the help from the alcohol, it didn't take too long for the three of us to talk like we were best buddies. About an hour in, I had to pee, so I did what me an my friends usually did when we had to pee. "Hey guys, I gotta pee real quick. I'll be right there." I gestured towards the bushes about fifty meters from where we were. I was never one to be shy about my need to pee, and could pee just about anywhere with minimal privacy—and neither was Chase. "Alright bro, take care. I gotta go too; I'll go when you come back," Chase replied as I made my way towards the bushes. On my way there, I thought of something that probably should have crossed my mind before we even came here. Whenever me and the boys came here to drink and had to pee (which was often due to our preferred drink of choice being beer), we would just go behind a bush and get it done; but we'd never had a girl with us here before; what would Marla do if she had to go? We were at a relatively secluded area; the nearest bathroom was well outside walking distance. Would she ever use the bushes? It was still early and it wasn't all dark, what if someone walked in on her? It was different for a girl to just pop a squat after all, right? I went back to the car to see Marla and Chase start with their third beers, while I thought for another solution to what was inevitably to happen to Marla; an urge to pee. "Hoo boy, I better go empty out too..." Chase paused his conversation with Marla and made his way to the bushes. "...beer goes riiiight through me, I swear it doesn't even stop at my tummy." At this point, we were all slowly starting to get drunk. In the next thirty minutes, the three of us had finished our third beers and also learned a lot about Marla through our conversations. Though as we drank, I was starting to notice me and Chase were getting more chatty and relaxed as we usually did, but Marla was only getting more and more silent. Her contibutions were a few words at best, and sometimes only in the form of a forced smile. She had also started to stand with her legs crossed, leaning against the car. Chase was either too drunk or too uninterested to notice anything, but me being me, I was almost certain Marla had to pee by now. I mean, all of us were drinking at roughly the same pace, and me and Chase already had to go pee once—I was even starting to need to go again. Rather remarkably, Marla looked relatively composed thus far. That didn't last too long though. Not long after, Marla stopped standing and instead opted to pace back and forth while she continued to try and keep up the conversation. She had also put her jacket back on, as it was getting rather cold as the evening progressed—can't imagine that was helping her either. I debated whether or not to say anything, but I couldn't just ask "Hey, are you bursting to pee?" to a girl I didn't know quite that well either. Marla continued pacing for a while, while all three of us finished our third beers. "Another one, guys?" I asked looking at the two. "Sure bro, why not," Chase replied, always ready for one more drink. "Gotta pee reeeal bad again though, be right back. Gonna give those trees a gooooood ol' waterin'." He once again went to visit the bushes. "Sorry about that," I apologized to Marla for my friend's directness. "I swear he's normally quite the gentleman." "No worries," Marla forced a smile as she stopped pacing and bobbed up and down a few times. "Are you alright, Marla?" I asked her. "Are you cold? It can be a bit breezy here at this time, maybe we shoulda warned you..." "No, I'm alright, thank you," she replied, but averted her gaze. "Nevermind that, let's down those last three beers, shall we?" I was very impressed at the fact that Marla herself offered to load yet another beer into her bladder while the first three continued to rapidly fill her up. Though it also could have been that she wanted us to finish drinking so we could go find her a proper bathroom to empty herself. As she handed me my fourth beer and grabbed her own, I saw her about to say something, then hesitate for a few seconds, before eventually deciding to do so anyway. "Hey Ocean, I know it's a stupid question since you guys have been using the bushes over there, but..." Marla once again averted her gaze. "Is there... Is there any chance there's a restroom around here?" Well, it was about time she asked. You could see the struggle she was putting up to stand still from her face as she waited for an answer, clinging to the hope that by some miracle my answer would be yes. "Oh... Umm... Not that I know of. All we're surrounded by here is a few apartments, a park, a few cars, trees and bushes. That's actually why we often come here to drink; it's peaceful, but not super deserted. A few people still pass by every now and then." Marla's face fell visibly. I continued. "Do you... do you have to go too? If it's bad, we could go fin—" "Oh no no, I'm quite alright, really," Marla lied, despite starting to look visibly desperate from the outside. "I wouldn't want to interrupt the fun. Come on, let's drink up." Marla cracked open her beer, as did I, and we both took a few sips. "I'm gonna go check on Chase, he should have been back by now," I told Marla after a few minutes, and made my way towards the bushes. "Okay." Halfway to there, I realized I had forgotten my phone in the car. When I turned my head to look back, I saw Marla openly grab her crotch with one hand and break into a pee dance all the while still drinking her beer, trying to get through it as fast as possible so we could call it a night and she would have no trouble asking us to drop her off at a bathroom. I decided not to go back to the car; it was clear Marla really needed some privacy to grab and pee dance her urge away. I found Chase a few meters away from the bushes talking to someone on the phone, so I took the chance to relieve myself while I had the chance. I was once again impressed by how the two guys in the group had to go twice already and Marla had not even relieved herself once. Me and Chase went back to the car; I made sure to say something to Chase loudly before we arrived, so Marla would hear us coming and not get caught pee dancing. She did make an effort to conceal it, but I think now Marla was past the point of being able to stand still; instead leaning against the car and wriggling her legs back and forth. She was also finished with her fourth can of beer much quicker than us two, all that liquid (amplified by the diuretic effect of alcohol) rapidly making its way down to fill her bladder at an exorbitant rate. "Hey Marla, sorry for the wait," Chase grabbed his fourth can of beer. "Now, where were we..." Marla did not answer. She was clearly in a very desperate state by now, her focus mostly shifted to keeping the contents of her bladder locked in. Her hands were dying to tightly grab her crotch and not let go, but now with us two watching, they could only go as close as her inner thighs, which were pressed tightly together with the disguise of heating them up. Me and Chase kept chatting while Marla could only spare enough concentration for a few smiles and nods, the rest of her focus directed solely on her urge. The pressure of having to stop herself from not only wetting herself, but also showing any indication that she was bursting had to be incredible, considering she wasn't even sitting down. Yet even still, Marla did not even make any open remarks whatsoever about her need; nevermind asking us to take her to a toilet. Instead, she repositioned herself to be sitting on the trunk of the car in a way that her butt was pressed against the top part of the bumper, where the trunk begins—a move she hoped would at least somewhat alleviate her immense urge to grab herself in front of the two boys. But the nature's call eventually got louder and louder, until she now had to cross and uncross her legs and wiggle her butt while pressing her private parts deeper into where she was sitting. Despite her best efforts to hide them, small groans and sighs increasingly frequently kept escaping her. Part of me—as always—was dying to see just how desperate she would have to be to either dash off to the bushes, or at least ask us to find her a restroom, but I was also worried she would be too shy to do so until it was too late. I decided to step in. "Is it just me or is anybody else getting a bit too tired and cold? " I asked looking mainly at Chase and pointing at the still more than half-full can in his hand. "Come on Chase, chug up the rest of it and let's go." Marla's eyes brightened at the mention of calling it a night, believing her discomfort to be nearing its end. "I... I'm going in the car to pack up my stuff then..." Marla cut in before Chase could reply, and without even waiting for us to respond, rushing in to the back seat. I saw her sit down, but couldn't see much else from the back window. "What's her rush?" Chase remarked, somehow seemingly oblivious to Marla's desperate struggle. Was she that good at hiding her desperation, or was I just better at picking up signs of it than the average person? Either way, I played dumb. "Not sure man, but we really should call it a night; we still gotta drive her and ourselves back home," I replied. "You good to drive?" "Yeah, no problem bro," Chase lifted up his still full can of beer and threw it in the bin next to the car. "I'm probably the least drunk of all of us." Chase took the driver seat, while I sat next to him at the front and Marla alone at the back. Though I did see Marla's absolutely frantic pee dance while walking past the back window; with her hands firmly grasped at her crotch, squirming erratically with her head down. She jolted up and stopped moving as she heard the door open, moving her hands to her sides to grab on the edge of the seat instead. Her head was still down, with an immense strain visible on her face. "You alright Marla?" I looked back to check on her as Chase started the car and drove off. "Do you feel sick or something?" "Nope, I'm great, no worries..." "Alright, just checking..." I was going to leave it at that to let her focus on her efforts, but after just a few seconds, I heard Marla's trembling voice from the back once again. "Umm... Chase..." "Yeah Marla, what's up?" Chase briefly glanced at her from the rear view mirror and thankfully for her, quickly put his eyes back on the road. "Is there any... uhh... Is there any chance we could stop by a gas station or something on the way..?" I turned my head once again to look at her. She was no longer able to maintain that composure she did a while ago; the once barely noticable squirming of her legs now had amplified to a sitting pee dance; not stopping for even a moment, lest her exhausted sphincter muscles would threaten to completely give in. The same Marla who frequently averted her gaze out of shame and discomfort back then was now looking directly into my eyes, perhaps silently pleading that I understand the gravity of her situation and somehow do something before the inevitable happened. "Whatsup Marla, you need somethin'? If you're feelin' dizzy, I got some water right here." Chase replied. "If you hydrate well, you'll feel better in the mornin' too, y'know." Chase grabbed the half-full bottle of water from the cup holder and waved it towards Marla. The sudden sloshing sound certainly did not help her, as I saw her body jolt up in the corner of my eye and her right and darting towards her crotch—but I couldn't have seen if she actually grabbed herself without directly looking back. "N-no, thank you, I just... I..." Noticing—and also getting surprised by—how her shyness was still getting in the way of admitting her need despite almost on the verge of wetting herself, I stepped in once again. "You know Chase, let's go find a gas station, I gotta pee real bad." "C'mon man, we're almost at your place, can't you hold it for a bit more?" Chase protested. I looked back at Marla on the rear view mirror, and our eyes met once again. She must have figured out that I was trying to cover for her, and that I was asking Marla what Chase supposedly asked me—whether she could wait until we got to her house. I didn't need a yes or no. Even though she still stayed silent, one glance at her made me realize she was on the verge of exploding. Keeping up an appearance was no longer the first priority; as no matter how embarrassing her frantic pee dance and tight crotch grabbing was, we both knew releasing two whole liters of beer worth of pee on the back of a new friend's car in front of two boys was much more embarrassing. And if she didn't want that to happen, she had to use every ounce of her strength available. "I'm gonna pee myself if you don't find a gas station in the next ten minutes." I told Chase and did a fake pee dance in my seat. "And we could grab a few snacks too, what do you say?" "Alright, alright..." Chase sighed. "But you're payin' for the snacks." "Fine... If you can find one in ten minutes, I will." "Hah, you're on," Chase replied, all amped up and completely oblivious to the real reason I was rushing him. With that, Chase took a right turn away from the main road to the nearest gas station, while poor Marla kept up her fierce battle against the pressing call of nature. It seemed bad. Marla was moving around so frantically that you could feel the car shake when we stopped at red lights. Her shaky breathing and groans could be heard even among the noise of the car engines if you were listening for them. I was beginning to doubt she could wait another ten minutes, and by her panicked expression, I assumed so was she. Would she really not say anything even if she was truly at the end of her tether? Would her embarrassment over admitting her need (which both me and Chase would agree would be more than natural to have after all that beer) really overcome her extreme urge to pee? Right as I was thinking that, Marla finally gave in. "Umm... Chase... You need to pull over somewhere..." Her voice was no less than absolutely frantic, almost to the point of begging. "You 'kay Marla?" Chase asked, now noticing Marla's predicament after another glance at the rear view mirror. "We're almost there if—" "Please... you HAVE TO pull over NOW..." "Woah... Alright, alright, just give me two minutes to—" "No... I can't... please..." Almost on the verge of tears now, Marla unbuttoned her jeans with one hand, while the other stayed firmly glued to her crotch, pressing as hard as she could on her peehole. "I think she's serious mate..." I warned Chase as poor Marla fought against the passing seconds. Chase slowed the car down. To both me and Chase's surprise, without a care, Marla yanked down her already unbuttoned jeans down to her knees without even waiting for the car to stop, revealing her white and pink polka dot panties. Both her hands were tucked into the waistline of her panties; shaking, getting ready to pull them down as soon as she could. The moment the car stopped, Marla opened the door with one hand and frantically yanked down her panties with the other while taking a half-squatting position just outside the car. Almost immediately, a thunderous splashing sound, not unlike the one from a garden hose plugged with a finger, echoed on the side of the road. I could have sworn the force from the torrent of pee Marla had been barely containing felt like it could put a dent on the road, while it splashed everywhere including Marla's exhausted bare legs, her jeans and panties, and some on the side of the car. I wasn't looking directly at her, and neither was Chase (he was looking at me, rather dumbfounded), but I could see pretty much everything from the right side mirror. My sense of time has never been very accurate, but I could have sworn that forceful stream gushing out of Marla must have at least lasted a minute before slowing down; eventually turning into a steady stream, and then a trickle, before it finally stopped after what felt like an eternity, leaving an exhausted Marla gasping and sighing in immense relief, and me and Chase in awe. Neither of us knew what to say as Marla took a deep breath of relief, then pulled her underwear and pants back up and got back in the car. "Guys... I'm really sorry, I..." Marla mumbled, her face bright red from exhaution and embarrasment. "Hey, don't worry 'bout it Marla. Stuff happens... right Ocean?" Chase replied, hinting at me to help him comfort her. "Yeah, I mean... It's a normal bodily function after all, right?" I continued with a smile, trying to lighten the mood to the best of my abilities. "Could have happened to any of us." "I... I thought I would be fine until I got home at least, but..." Marla seemed to have relaxed a little. I continued. "No worries; if anything, it's our fault for not thinking it through and finding a place with a restroom nearby..." "Yeah, sorry 'bout that..." Chase added. We kept driving in silence, arriving in front of Marla's house. "Ocean, Chase; thank you guys for... umm..." Marla's face blushed once again. "...for being cool about it..." She gave us a final wave and headed towards her front door. "Hey Marla," I called after her and put on a smile. She turned around. "Same time next week..?" Marla smiled back. "Sure, but..." "No worries," Chase answered and looked at me. I continued his sentence. "We'll make sure there's a restroom nearby this time." Marla smiled once again and nodded. We waited for her to enter her house and drove ourselves home, dreaming of a good night's sleep after such an eventful day. The End
  5. Hey everyone! Lately I've been desperately trying (no pun intended) to continue some of the other stories I've posted, but I seem to have hit a brick wall there. While I figure out what to do about it, it seemed like a good idea to just write something else for a change, and this little story was the result. I got the idea from a segment in a certain Youtube video, I'm actually curious if anyone will be able to figure out where it is from. Anyways, enjoy! # Gwendolyn Heathrow sat calmly in the waiting room of POGO Health & Wellness center, a subtle trace of boredom infiltrating her mind as her wait neared the half-hour mark. She was no stranger to the art of patience; as a yoga instructor well-versed in her mind and body, waiting, akin to holding a particular yoga pose, was the very essence of her practice, after all. Hey, she even had some jasmine tea she sipped on occasionally from her thermos, perfect for further relaxation. As someone who basically made her living off of her physical health and appearance, she knew full well and swore by the vital role of proper hydration. POGO Health and Wellness Center, commonly known shortly as POGO, was one of those jack-of-all-trades businesses catering primarily to a wealthy, almost all female clientele, providing goods and services ranging all the way from health and wellness, fashion, beauty, home appliances, food, and even sex toys—all unnecessarily overpriced, of course. Gwendolyn had worked with POGO as a yoga and general wellness instructor for about six months on and off; proportional to the exorbitant cost of the private yoga classes, her pay was also equally generous. The reason for her wait here in POGO was not a yoga class, but to film a promotional video for one of their "new and innovative" products, the "Body Sphere". But do not let the fancy name fool you for even a second, as the product boiled down to nothing more than a piece of small and overpriced rubber gymball, marketed as a revolutionary new tool for self-massage. In essence, if you bought it, congrats, you just paid sixty dollars for a plastic ball. However, Gwendolyn wasn't complaining, as soon as she got paid handsomely. After a total of fourty minutes from when she arrived, a middle aged woman dressed in all-white business attire walked in the waiting room. "Miss Heathrow, welcome back," she greeted Gwendolyn with a smile. "Please follow me; we will get started with your clothes and make-up." "Good to be back," the yoga instructor replied as she stood up and followed the woman. The corridors were long, and the building in general was massive. There was not much to look around, aside from the occasional "spiritual" looking paintings on the otherwise white walls. However, Gwendolyn's frequent glances around weren't driven by artistic curiosity but by a more pressing concern; she was looking for that all-familiar restroom sign on one of the countless doors in the corridor. With her general practice of staying hydrated for better overall health and a radiant, glossy skin, paired with the cups of jasmine tea she was mindlessly sipping during her wait was starting to catch up to her, as she felt the first signals of a full bladder down in her lower abdomen. She did eventually see one, and was about to ask the lady in front of her for a quick pit stop, but she was interrupted before she could do so. "We'll take the elevator from here, Miss Heathrow," the lady instructed Gwendolyn. "We are rather pressed for time, so we must move quickly." And there went her first chance, but she thought nothing of it, as the urge was not too pressing at the moment. She got on the elevator after the lady and they rode up, stopping at the seventh floor. "This way please," the lady gestured once more. "Have a seat, our make-up artist will be here shortly." With that, the lady left, leaving Gwendolyn sitting in the make-up chair in front of a mirror, tingling signals from down there still reminding her of her full bladder. Great, more waiting. It took another fifteen minutes before the make-up person arrived. After a short introduction, she started working on her, urging her to stay as still as possible meanwhile. For Gwendolyn, whose bladder had been steadily filling since she sat down, not shifting her butt on the chair or crossing a leg over the other was definitely starting to become a challenge. Even with her best efforts, she could not prevent a shuffle here and there, which prompted a few warnings from the make-up artist. "Aaaand... we're finished," the artist let her know after a final brush stroke. "You look great, Miss Heathrow." "Aw, thank you," Gwendolyn managed a short smile. "Can I... I can stand up now, right..?" By the time her makeup was done, Gwendolyn's bladder had become uncomfortably full. She sat with her hands on her thighs as she waited for permission. "Yes please, if you could stand over there and undress, we will start dressing you up and quickly get you ready for the shoot." Gwendolyn debated whether or not to ask for a quick visit to the restroom once again, but had decided against it, as she would most likely get the same urgent answer as the lady from before. Nevertheless, she was glad she got the chance to stand up and walk even for a few steps. She removed her jeans and top, being careful not to make sudden movements. Unbuttoning her jeans did give her some relief, but bending over to remove her jeans and especially shoes was truly a pain. She stood in front of the lady in nothing but her matching simple white bra and panties, trying to pass the shuffling of her legs as a result of just being impatient instead of from her desperation. After a while, she ended up putting on a pair of high-waisted beige leggings and a crop-style sports top with a matching color. The waistband of the leggings—which Gwen assumed were deliberately chosen a size smaller and tight fitting to make her look slimmer—was sitting right on her lower abdomen, which certainly did not make things easy in her predicament. With how tight they were, a bladder bulge was now visible on her abdomen, despite the fact that she was standing slightly bent forward to avoid stretching her bladder. "Alright miss, you are officially ready," the make-up artist spoke after taking a final look up and down Gwen, clapping her hands in joy. "I must add though— your body is absolutely gorgeous..." "Thanks..." Gwen replied, forcing a smile. "And your skin is glistening, too... What's your secret? What products do you use?" "Nothing special..." Gwen appreciated the compliments, but was also really hoping it wouldn't last too long. "Just... just plenty of water and jasmine tea..." Gwen couldn't help but wince at the thought of all those fluids, as she discretely pressed her thighs together. Thankfully, the make-up lady just thanked her for her patience and proceeded to finally escort her towards the studio just across the make-up room; with the shortness of the trip not allowing Gwen to look or ask for a ladies' room. Compared to what would eventually be a 60-second ad for a yoga product, the studio room was a chaotic mess. Various men and women were running around trying to set up the lights, adjusting the cameras, the stage, green screens, products and other accessories. Among all the ruckus, a blonde woman wearing a professional white business suit greeted Gwen with a smile while introducing herself as Laura Loxburgh, the director. Gwen returned her greetings, trying her hardest to hide both the nervous strain on her voice and the almost irresistable urge to fidget. Without losing much more time, the director grabbed a small light blue plastic gymball from the ground. "As you were briefed before, this is our new product, the POGO Body Sphere," she explained as she handed it over to Gwen. "All we need from you is to say the name of the product, explain what you will do with it and demonstrate a simple stomach massage on this yoga mat on the ground." "A... a stomach massage..?" Uh oh. "What... kind of stomach massage..?" "Oh, very simple. You'll put the ball on the ground, lay on it face-down so that the ball is in between the ground and your abdomen, and you move fowards, backwards and to the sides for about thirty seconds. That's it." Gwendolyn slowly understood what she feared in the back of her mind from the moment she felt the first urge to pee was about to happen. Having to pee was one thing; having to pee as badly as she currently did while dressed in tight leggings in front of a crowd was another. But all of that while doing a yoga move where pretty much her entire body weight would be pressed on her bladder for thirty whole seconds was something she wasn't sure she could handle in her desperate state. Once again, right as she was strongly considering asking for a bathroom trip before they began, the director clapped her hands and called out to everyone. "Alright guys, let's begin. We don't have much time, we gotta try and do this in one take." Gwen sighed deeply and tightly crossed her legs before carefully sitting on the yoga mat, strategically making sure to place both hands on her lap and slightly press down to ease some pressure off. It was successful—until the director urged her to grab the ball and start the first take. Gwen did so reluctantly; she put on her best confident smile and started speaking to the camera. "Hey everyone, this is Gwendolyn Heathrow from POGO Health and Wellness, today I'll be... umm..." "CUT!" the director yelled and waved her hand. "We need to speak a little more clearly, Gwen. Come on, take two." "Sorry..." With how full her bladder had gotten, Gwendolyn was hardly able to focus on the words. Sitting still and not being able to use her hands for support wasn't helping, either. Still, with great difficulty, she forced her body to listen to her commands one last time, squeezing her sphincter muscles with great force to be able to stop fidgeting, and faced the camera. "Hey everyone, this is Gwendolyn Heathrow from POGO Health and Wellness. Today I'll be showing you how you can use our new product, the POGO Body Sphere for a stomach massage. This product and the particular method is great for improving blood circulation on your abdomen area." This one was certainly going better than the previous take, but it was also getting nigh impossible not to squirm around like crazy now. Her legs were shaking from all the strain of clenching, and she was sure her facial expressions showed her distress too. There was no intervention from the director so far however, so she continued. "What we're going to do is take our Body Sphere and put it on our belly button area, like so..." Gwen dreaded what was to come. "And then we're going to lay down on it and roll, pressing it up on our abdomen for at least thirty seconds." Gwen took a deep breath and braced herself. She slowly placed the ball right on her full bladder, going against the desperate screams of her bladder. "Here we go. We're going to go right, then left, and then—" As soon as her bodyweight pushed against her overfilled bladder through the ball, Gwendolyn flinched in agony. The effort of holding back the torrent of pee in her bladder without pee dancing or getting any help from her hands had already pushed her body to its limit, and the push just so turned out to be the last drop. With a loud gasp, she completely gave in as all the pent up pee gushed out through her leggings, soaking both the Body Sphere, as well as the yoga mat. The poor woman could do nothing but sit there in embarrassment, peeing full force for at least twenty seconds before the pressure was low enough to be stopped by the joint efforts of her tired sphincters and both her hands. Everyone at the studio looked at Gwen, whispering between themselves for a while, before the make-up artist from before finally walked up to her. "Miss, are you okay..?" "I'm... I'm so sorry..." Gwen tried to explain. "It's just... you were all in such a hurry and I didn't want to..." "It's alright, could happen to anyone," the lady helped Gwen up with a sweet smile. Her leggings and her bare feet were absolutley soaked, pee still dripping down her ankles. "Come with me, I'll get you a change of clothes." "Thank you..." Gwen followed after the lady, continuing to apologize to everyone else as they made their way back to the make-up studio. "I'm sorry again..." Gwen broke the silence. "I ruined these leggings..." "Seriously, don't worry about it," the lady comforted her once again. "But if I could give one little advice..." She paused for a moment and put on a sweet smile. "...maybe go a liiiiittle easier on that jasmine tea next time." The End
  6. Thank you! I seem to have lost my motivation to write these days but I am certainly not done with August and Mireille yet. We'll see I guess
  7. How I always imagined it in my head is actually pretty close to that; 100% does not necessarily mean a total accident; and one does not need to hit 100% to have an accident either. It's kinda like in real life, imagine if someone reeeeeally has to pee but can still hold it for a little longer. If you, for example, tie up their hands so they wouldn't be able to grab themselves, and tie up their legs so they are spread apart, that will reduce the time they can hold, right?. These nuances will most likely become clearer as the story goes on; as even August himself does not yet know how exactly the glasses work, and Mireille still refuses to explain for some reason haha
  8. Hey all! Here's chapter four. To be honest, this was a bit of an experimental one for me, and I'm still not sure how I like it. This chapter does include a good amount of nudity and sex, so if that's not your thing, here's your warning. Other than that, as usual, enjoy! Chapter Four I never would have imagined I could feel this many different things so distinctly at the same time. I could feel each and every crease in Mireille's soft lips; every molecule of air she breathed in, every little twitch of her face, every single fabric of her t-shirt. I could feel every beat of her heart on my chest, pounding in perfect harmony with mine. I could feel her small, shapely breasts press against my skin. I could feel her forearms on my shoulders. I could hear her breathe. I could see her eyes locked in mine. I could taste her lipstick. I could smell her perfume. I felt every single one, and so much more, with perfect clarity and harmony. Our kiss felt like it lasted forever, yet still left me wanting more when it ended. "August, I should change first..." Mireille spoke first, both of us out of breath. I looked down at her wet skirt, panties and thigh highs, along with the puddle on the floor. "Don't bother," I replied, lowering myself to kneel until my head aligned with her waist, reaching for the top button of her skirt with my fingers. "May I..?" She looked downward at me, and after a brief contemplation, nodded with the most endearing smile. Slowly, one by one, I unbuttoned the three buttons in front of her skirt and gently pulled it down and took it off, revealing her purple and white panties that were completely soaked with pee. With the same pace, I took off her t-shirt and her purple bra, revealing her delicate breasts and her shapely, hardened nipples. Meanwhile, I took off my own shirt, and asked Mireille. "Mireille, is this something you would be... Would you like me to keep going..?" Without hesitation this time, Mireille nodded once again, her dark brown eyes piercing mine. "Come over here," I continued, taking her by the waist and guiding her towards the bed. Simultaneously, I picked up the half-liter bottle of water and an empty glass from the desk, pouring half of the bottle into the glass. "August, what are you doing..?" Mireille asked with a puzzled expression, albeit still smiling. With the glass in my hand, I knelt down next to her while she sat on the bed, wearing nothing but her wet panties and accessories. "Drink up," I handed her the glass, my tone still gentle but now carrying a subtle firmness. "We're gonna get that bladder of yours nice and full again." Mireille looked at me, a touch of nervousness playing across her face. "But... but I already kinda-" "I know," I gestured towards my glasses, which were still switched on. "You already need to go a little." "Yeah... And if I drink any more..." "If you drink any more..." I delicately placed my index finger on her bare chest, just beneath the space between her breasts, and gradually moved it downward as I continued. "Your poor little bladder..." I moved further downward, now reaching her belly button. "...will fill..." I stopped right before I reached the top of her underwear. "...right back up." Mireille, her reluctance seemingly easing up as we went, grabbed the glass and began to drink. I kept sitting next to her, gently moving my finger up and down her tummy until she was finished. I returned the glass to the desk, and came back to the bed with the rest of the bottle in my hand. "Let's finish the rest, just for good measure." I spoke with the same firm yet gentle tone. Mireille did so, without objecting. "Uhh... my tummy's so full..." she remarked. "Don't worry," I replied. "All that water won't be staying there for much longer." Adjusting my glasses with my finger, I took another glance at her lower abdomen. Already thirty-two percent. Perfect. The last traces of the iced tea must have still been in effect. "Do you need to pee now?" I inquired. "Still only a little..." she replied, squeezing her bare thighs together. "But it's getting worse really fast..." "Good..." I stood up and took my jeans off, positioning myself on the bed beside her, to her right. I once again gently took hold of her her chin, turning her face towards mine, and we began softly making out. As we kept kissing, my hands went up and down her waist—very delicately, as if any more would hurt her. Her hands were wrapped around my neck, gently caressing my hair. My heart raced, the sensation nearly electrifying. From what I could tell through her soft moans and the reciprocation of my enthusiasm and passion, I assumed she must be enjoying it as much as I was. I wished I could tell how exactly she was feeling, but unfortunately, the glasses were not designed for that. I wasn't sure how long it had been, but some time into our love-making, Mireille took one of her hands off my body and slid it towards her crotch, tightly pressing her thighs together with her hand in between, with a slightly bigger moan this time subsequently escaping her lips. The glasses told me all I needed to know—fourty seven percent, two hundred and fourty six milliliters. "How are you feeling?" I asked Mireille. "I can feel it almost coming out already..." she replied, looking down at her wet crotch. "What's it at right now?" "Fourty-seven," I told her. "Two hundred and fourty eight milliliters." "Feels a lot worse than that..." "It's because your poor muscles are still tired," I explained, gently running my right hand over her bladder. I wasn't applying any pressure at all, but the slightest chance that I might do so must have crossed her mind at least momentarily, as she pressed her thighs together even harder and dug her hand deeper in between her legs. "Is it... Is it okay if I go pee now..?" Mireille asked. Good. I pretended to think for a moment. "Hmm... Do you think you can hold it for a little more..?" I once again gestured at the glasses and continued. "...don't lie, or I'll know." "I... I suppose I can hold it for a little longer..." "Good girl," I replied. "Now, let's get you a little more relaxed..." We continued making out as I gently moved her legs up and laid her on the bed. Laying down flat, the gravity must have taken its effect on her bladder, as her legs flinchingly crossed, and her other hand also shot down on her crotch, trying to compensate for the increased pressure on her sphincter muscles, her moans increasing in intensity. Slowly and sensually, I moved my lips down from her lips to her chin, and then her neck, her collarbone, and finally her small breasts—looking almost completely flat now that she was laying down. I really took my time there; my tongue warming up with her intense body heat with each touch—my left hand sensually rubbing her left breast, and my lips getting closer and closer to her right. As soon as my tongue grazed her hard nipple, Mireille let out a loud moan, accompanied with a momentary hissing sound from below me, as her body suddenly flinched, with both her hands grabbing her crotch even tighter. "Oh no..." Mireille gasped, her gaze dropping to her crotch as I paused and did the same. "I‐Is everything okay, Mireille?" I asked just in case, though the reason for her surprise was quite evident to me. "Yeah, I'm fine, it's just..." Mireille paused, her face growing more and more pinkish in embarrassment. "M-my nipples are very sensitive and..." "Ah, sorry about that... " I asked, still playing dumb—and really enjoying it. "Should I stop?" "No... it feels great, b-but.. " Mireille averted her gaze. "I... might have lost control for just a second..." But of course I already knew that. A three percent decrease, about eighteen milliliters. "Is that so," I replied. "Then you must be feeling at least a little relieved, right?" She wasn't. "Not really..." she crossed her legs again. "If anything, I need to go even more now..." "And your panties are wet again," I slid my hand down from her breasts to her waist, grabbing the sides of her underwear. "I think it's finally time we got rid of them, what do you think?" Mireille nodded once again and lifted her feet off the bed, letting me slowly slide her panties down; revealing her intimate area. Her pale white skin formed a perfect contrast with the bright pink color of her shapely lips, slightly damp with her pee. I grabbed her knees with both my hands and spread her legs, despite her body's natural reaction to keep them closed to help her hold the contents of her now fifty-one percent full bladder. With no help from her thighs, Mireille's left hand once again darted towards her crotch, putting direct pressure on her tired peehole to keep it shut. "Your hands must be tired too, Mireille," I whispered as my hands gently rubbed her inner thighs, getting closer and closer to her genitals. "Let me help you with that." I slowly removed her left hand from her crotch and put it to her side, replacing it with my right hand, shifting forward on the bed so my head was around her chest area once again. While kissing and licking her stomach and breasts all over, I placed my fingers over her peehole and clitoris, and started to ever so gently rub in a circular motion, as my tongue once again grazed her hard nipples. Mireille reacted almost immediately. As she covered her mouth and moaned loudly, I could feel a passionate quiver emenating from her crotch to her whole body as a wave of pleasure followed it. I did not stop this time, and continued licking and rubbing with the same tempo, driving Mireille's body into a mix of ecstasy from the constant stimulation, and strain from trying to keep her pee in. I did not even care to use the glasses anymore. Mireille's moans of effort from clenching her sphincter muscles and the moans of pleasure she was struggling to muffle intertwined; her body overwhelmed by a myriad of sensations, her legs quivering in desperation. All intensifying, as her body steadily approached a much-desired—and deserved, to be fair—climax. "August... It's... it's too much..." Mireille found the strength to utter. "The pressure's getting too much to-" Mireile's half-moaning sentence was cut short, however. With a final wave washing over her mind and body, she finally climaxed, all her body trembling with euphoria. With intense waves of pleasure, and with my finger still pressing her peehole, I felt Mireille's sphincter muscles involuntarily and completely give in, gushing all her pent-up warm and crystal-clear pee in her bladder through my fingers, and onto the bedsheets. And there we were. There we were. Laying next to each other naked on a drenched bed, both of us attempting to catch our breaths. We were both exhausted, not saying a word for god knows how long. "Uhh... I made a mess..." Mireille, as always, broke the silence. "I'm sorry, August, I really couldn't hold it any longer..." "You did great, Mireille..." I comforted her, holding her hand as I helped her up. "Now, let's get you cleaned up. How does a warm shower sound?" "I could really use one," Mireille confirmed. "Hey, August..." "Yeah, Mireille..?" "W-would you like to maybe... join me..?" Oh, absolutely. "I'd love to," I replied, wearing a warm ear-to-ear smile. I wasn't sure what exactly Mireille was thinking behind her typical sweet-awkward smile as we headed to the bathroom, but as for me... Well, I was already starting to think about the next time. End of Chapter Four
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