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  1. desperation_fan

    WWE Omo Series

    Chapter Three: The Hug She'll Never Forget During the weekend following Dana Brooke's humiliation, Bayley was scheduled for an autograph signing. She was looking forward to it, because she always enjoyed meeting her fans. It was going to be a fun and exciting day! Bayley arrived at the venue ten minutes early, wearing tight jeans and one of her official WWE t-shirts, with a leather jacket over it. Dropping her bags on a chair in the lobby, she asked an employee where the restrooms were. After thanking them for the directions, she headed off to use the bathroom. After a quick pee and a hair-and-makeup check, Bayley met with the manager of the venue, who explained how the autograph signing would work. "You'll sit at this table here. When the fans come in, they'll be directed to a line, where they can meet you. You'll be out here for two hours. If you really need a break, we can halt the line, but we would prefer it if we didn't have to do that. We're expecting a huge turnout today and we want to make sure as many fans meet you as possible." Bayley smiled. That wouldn't be a problem, she thought. Stephanie McMahon was also there with Bayley, representing the WWE office. "Bayley, are you good to go? Do you need to go to the bathroom or anything?" Bayley laughed. "I'm good to go, Steph. Let's do this! I'm pumped!" Bayley grabbed her bag and sat down at the signing table. "Let me know if you need anything," said Stephanie. "Thanks. I'm good to go." Bayley pulled a bottle of water out of her bag and took a sip. *One hour later…* Bayley crossed her legs tightly under the table. She didn't understand how she could have to pee so badly. She had been at the autograph signing for just an hour and had drank only half of her water bottle. She reached under the table and gave her crotch a quick squeeze. Looking at the clock, she saw that she still had another hour. She groaned inwardly. She could ask for a break, but she didn't want to risk disappointing any of her fans who came out to see her. Putting on a brave face, she continued to sign autographs and shake hands, while also doling out the occasional hug to her more dedicated fans. Ten minutes passed and Bayley noticed her need had gotten worse. She had been absentmindedly sipping water and was horrified to realize she had finished the entire bottle! Stephanie must have noticed Bayley seemed stressed, because she approached Bayley and leaned in close, so she could whisper in her ear. "You okay?" Bayley blushed. "I could use a bathroom break," she admitted. "I asked you if you had to go before this started!" Bayley blushed. She felt like a little kid being scolded for forgetting to use the potty before a road trip. "I know," she whined. "It just sort of hit me out of nowhere!" She squeezed her thighs together as a young woman came up to the table. Bayley forced a smile as she signed the autograph, but the woman also wanted a hug. Bayley stood and hugged the woman, while her friend took their picture. After they left, Stephanie whispered. "You have less than an hour left. Do you think you can hold it?" Bayley's face told the story, her eyes looked anguished. "I don't think I can," she admitted shakily. Stephanie sighed. "I'll ask the manager if you can have a break." Ten minutes passed as Bayley was now tapping her foot under the table. She was doing everything she could to not think about how bad she had to go. Finally, Stephanie returned. "Bayley, I'm sorry, but you're going to have to hold it until the event is over." "What?! But I'd only be gone for a few minutes!" "It's not that. Someone got sick in the bathroom. They're cleaning it, but by the time they'd finish, you'd only have a few minutes to go anyway." Bayley's frowned. "Stephanie, I'm bursting here!" She looked at the clock. "I don't think I can last another half-hour," she said quietly. Stephanie glared at her. "You're an adult, Bayley. You can wait thirty minutes." Bayley wanted to argue, but she knew better. She just meekly nodded her head. "Ok, Stephanie." Stephanie walked away and Bayley grimaced. Her bladder was achingly full. She couldn't understand it. It had been less than two hours since she last emptied herself and she had drank a small amount of water, for her. She shouldn't have even been feeling a twinge yet, let alone being ready to burst. She felt a spasm hit her bladder and had to use one hand to hold herself. Half an hour. Could she really do it? She wasn't so sure... The next fifteen minutes seemed to go by in slow motion. Whenever possible, she tried to keep one hand jammed in between her legs. It had been helping, but now, even that wasn't enough to help her hold back the flood. She was actively sitting on her heel now and her poor belly felt so swollen and distended. Suddenly, another spasm caused her to have to quickly hold herself. She wasn't sure, but she THOUGHT she felt a spurt of pee escape into her pants. "NO! Not now!" she thought. As the line continued moving, she tried to act like nothing was wrong, even though she was now worried that she was leaking. Another five minutes passed as Bayley continued working her way through the long line. She still had to piss really bad, but she hadn't had anymore close calls. She still wasn't sure if she had actually leaked or not. She had taken a quick look at her crotch and couldn't see any visible damage. She was sitting with her thighs squeezed tightly together. She was friendly and smiled for every fan, but it was torture. Her insides felt stretched to the limit and she honestly didn't know how much longer she could last. Her bladder felt like it would explode at any minute! The next couple of fans were pretty easy, smile, sign, shake hands. But then there was a man who wanted a picture, as well. Carefully, she stood up, wincing as the shift of weight added more pressure to her over filled bladder. She stopped and pressed her legs together, bending over forward. "Are you ok?" asked the man. "Yeah... Yeah, I'm ok," replied Bayley. She wasn't ok, her bladder was about to explode, but instead of running to bathroom, plopping her ass on the toilet and relieving herself, she had to take a photo with this guy while resisting the urge to do the pee-pee dance in front of everybody. She put her arms around him and smiled, but released him very quickly when it was over. She went to sit back down, eager to have some extra support under her as she tried to hold back the ocean that had built up in her bladder. But the next couple of fans also wanted pictures. She wasn't happy about it, but she still acted professionally. Thankfully, none of these fans tried to cop a feel on her, but one of them was a tad over-emotional at meeting Bayley and threw herself at the WWE Superstar. Bayley wasn't ready for the impact as the woman crashed into her, as the sudden jolt sent a shockwave through her overworked muscles. She felt her sphincter loosen and the flow started. Bayley pushed the fan off of her, somewhat over-aggressively, and grabbed herself, as she crossed her legs as tightly as she could. Everyone was staring at her, but she didn't even notice. All her attention was on keeping her pee in. She bent all the way over, practically curling her body into a ball. But it was no use. Her bladder was no longer cooperating. Then she felt it. A single drop. Bayley's eyes began to well up as she leaked into her pants. She continued to try and hold on, but then she felt a spurt, more than just a drop this time. She knew she was fighting a losing battle. Another, bigger spurt. A wet spot was forming in the crotch of her jeans. Another spurt caused the wetness to spread underneath her, wetting the edge of her ass. She was crying now, both from embarrassment at wetting herself and from the sheer relief from the pain and pressure she had been suffering. A crowd had now gathered around, watching as this tough WWE Superstar pissed her pants. Stephanie and the manager pushed through the crowd, not looking happy. "What's wrong with you?!" yelled the manager. Bayley looked up and tried to answer, but just started sobbing as she felt another spurt filled her panties. A visible puddle had begun to form underneath her as urine flowed down her pants legs. "Bayley, stop it. NOW." Stephanie looked furious. "I-I can't," said Bayley. "I t-told you I didn't think I could hold it," she sobbed, as another spurt forced itself out of her. "Stop it!" yelled the manager, not looking forward to cleaning up after her. Other employees were walking around, trying to get the crowd to break up. Stephanie leaned in close to Bayley. "Get yourself under control. Now." "I can't! I told you I had to pee really bad. You didn't listen." Stephanie was angry and she yanked Bayley up by the arm, causing her to release another burst of pee. "Go to the bathroom and clean yourself up. Someone will bring you your bags so you can change." Bayley didn't move. "Did you hear what I said, Bayley?" "Stephanie, I can't move. If I do, I'll explode!" "Seriously?! You are already pissing yourself like an infant! You mean to tell me you can't control your bladder long enough to walk to the bathroom?!" "Stephanie, I-" "Shut up! Can we get two staff members to carry Miss Pissy Pants to the bathroom?" Two employees, a man and a woman, came over and grabbed Bayley under the arms and lifted her off the ground. She was humiliated, being treated like a little kid. As they carried her, she could feel more pee start to come out, the shift in gravity caused her bladder to think it was ok to release totally. "Ew! She's pissing on us now!" said the woman. Bayley couldn't hold back her tears. This was complete and utter humiliation. They reached the bathroom, and the two set her down. Bayley pulled down her sopping wet jeans and sat on the toilet, sighing as she relaxed, allowing her bladder to empty the remainder of it's contents. She couldn't stop crying. "I can't believe this happened to me," she thought. "I've never had bladder control problems before!" Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock on the door. Bayley pulled up her pants and opened the door. Stephanie shoved her bag in her hands. "Get yourself cleaned up. And we're going to be having a talk Monday at Raw." She closed the door, giving Bayley some privacy. Bayley peeled off her wet jeans and underwear. Her lower half was soaked with urine. She had brought toiletries with her, but there was no shower in this bathroom. Sighing, she took out the towel she had brought with her for the gym. She wasn't planning on stopping now, anyway. She just wanted to go back to her hotel, take a shower and hide from everybody. She dried herself off, even though she still reeked of urine. Throwing on her workout clothes, she looked in the mirror and took a deep breath. She dreaded having to walk through the lobby, after everyone had witnessed the most embarrassing moment of her life. Slowly, she exited the bathroom and made her way back to the main lobby. She still had one bag at the signing table, which had several bottles of water in it. As she began to come down from the adrenaline rush, she realized she was quite thirsty. But she didn't dare let anyone see her drinking anything until she was in her car. She could hear some snickers as she grabbed her bag, but a few fans were thanking her. As she walked past the manager and Stephanie, she heard her boss say in a loud voice that the cleaning costs would come out of Bayley's paycheck. She tuned everything out as she made her way to her rental car. She felt bad about the smell she would likely leave, but she just couldn't wait to get out of there. To be continued…
  2. desperation_fan

    WWE Omo Series

    Spoiler warning, much?! j/k I actually have the next three chapters already done, save for needing to write an ending to Chapter Five. And I have an outline that actually stretches to about twenty chapters, with wiggle room to allow for if I get a burst of inspiration. It's just a matter of getting myself to focus on one series at a time, between this, the celebrity series, a non-omo series I'm doing elsewhere, and various one-shots for that same place. I have a lot of irons in the fire, as the saying goes lol
  3. desperation_fan

    WWE Omo Series

    Glad you all liked that first chapter! I was going to post Chapter Two yesterday, but I didn't have access to my laptop most of the day. I'm actually watching Extreme Rules as I post this lol I hope you all enjoy the next installment! Chapter Two: One Muscle You Can't Work On At The Gym Two weeks had passed since the hotel incident. It was Monday Night Raw and The Riott Squad were making their way to ring for Liv Morgan's match against Dana Brooke, looking very smug. Ruby Riott took the microphone from JoJo. "Before this match gets underway, we wanted to show some footage of a little trip we took to the gym the other day." Dana blushed when she heard this and tried to interrupt. "Let's just have the match!" Dana and Ruby fought for the microphone, but Sarah Logan and Liv grabbed the former bodybuilder from behind. Ruby grinned. "Mr. Producer, roll the footage!" The Titantron switched to footage of the WWE Performance Center, where Liv and Sarah were walking towards the women's locker room. Ruby's voice could be heard as well, indicating she was the one filming. Sarah approached one of the lockers and used a nail file to jiggle it open it. She pulled out three bottles of water and Liv dropped a small tablet into each one. The two women were giggling, until a fourth, unknown voice shouted, "She's coming!" Sarah shoved the bottles back in and locked the locker. The three ran off as Dana Brooke, clad in black shorts and a black sports bra, entered the locker room. They hid and recorded Dana taking the bottles out of her locker. She took a sip as she exited, the girls laughing the entire time... "Stop it!" shouted Dana, as the footage stopped. Ruby got in Dana's face. "Tell you what," she started, "if you can beat Liv tonight, we won't show the world what happened next..." Dana Brooke free and shoved Ruby to the mat. Sarah charged her, but she flung the woman through the ropes and to the floor. Liv then clubbed Dana from behind as the referee called for the opening bell. Liv through Dana against the ropes and began punching her, but Dana fought back, punching at Liv, who bailed to the outside. The referee began counting, but Liv rolled back in at five, breaking the count. Dana stalked her opponent, backing her into the corner and punching her down. "Whatever The Riott Squad has on Dana, she doesn't want them revealing it," commented announcer Michael Cole. Dana pulled Liv up, only to fling her across the ring. "She's a woman possessed right now," agreed Corey Graves. Dana grabbed Liv, who clung to the bottom rope for dear life. Dana grabbed her by the waist of her pants, as Ruby and Sarah each grabbed one of Liv's arms and pulled her through the ropes. However, Dana held on as long as she could, resulting in Liv's pants be pulled down enough to give the crowd an eyeful. Dana, not about to let Liv get away that easily, got a running start and dove through the ropes on to all three members of The Riott Squad. She may not have been a risk-taker like Sasha Banks or Naomi, but she was capable of getting the job done. Dana rolled Liv back in the ring, but as she went to roll in herself, Ruby grabbed her leg. Dana kicked her off, but the distraction allowed Liv to roll her up for a surprise 3-count. Dana was shocked and horrified. Ruby, Liv and Sarah were laughing their heads off. Ruby grabbed the mic. "Well, a deal's a deal. You lost, Dana. Mr. Producer, roll the second half of the video!" The Titantron lit up again as a frantic looking Dana returned to the locker room. The Riott Squad was waiting for her, Ruby apparently having given the camera to the unknown fourth person. "Wow, that was a quick workout," said Sarah, grinning. "Get out of my way," replied Dana, looking in no mood to fool around. She couldn't stand still, she kept fidgeting and tapping her foot impatiently. "Aww, what's the matter?" taunted Liv. "Just shut up and move," Dana growled. "Now now, that's no way to behave. I think we need to show Dana a lesson in humility," said Ruby. With that, the three Riott Squad members grabbed Dana and began forcing her towards the showers. "Let go of me! Stop it!" They ignored her as they continued dragging her, kicking and screaming. "Let go! You're hurting me!" "Maybe if you didn't squirm so much," grumbled Liv. They managed to get Dana into the shower and Ruby produced a pair of handcuffs. "Nooooooo!" Dana wailed. "Stop squirming!" yelled Sarah, struggling to hold the ex-body builder still. "I can't!" was Dana's anguished reply. "And why not?" asked Ruby with a mischievous grin. "BECAUSE I HAVE TO PEE!!" Dana screamed, eliciting cheers and giggles from The Riott Squad. Ruby managed to secure both of Dana's wrists to the shower head above her, which only added to the blonde's torment. "Poor Dana, with her belly full of pee pee," said Sarah in a childish sing-song voice. "This isn't funny! I reaaaallllllly need to go!!!" "It's a little funny," said Ruby. "No... It's hilarious!" replied Liv. "Please! I don't know what happened. I peed before I started working out. That water went right through me!" Dana crossed her legs and tried to bend over as much as she could with her hands suspended above her. "Yeah. The water," said Liv. "Or maybe the extra little kick we gave it." Dana's eyes went wide. "You did this?! I'll get you for this!" She tried to kick Liv, who jumped back. But the sudden movement was a bad idea. "Oh!" Dana clamped her legs together tightly. "Ew!" said Sarah. "I think she leaked!" "No! I- I'm ok..." Dana stammered through gritted teeth. "I bet that small dribble felt good, though," teased Ruby. "Maybe we can help you let the rest out..." "What do you me-OHMYGAWD DON'T!!!" Ruby, Sarah and Liv began tickling Dana. "STOP!!! OHMYGAWD STOP!! I'LL EXPLODE!!! PLEA-HAHAHAHA!!!!" The tickling was torture for Dana. She couldn't stand still and she couldn't defend herself, and now these three beasts were tickling her and there was nothing she could do about it. "STOP IT!!! MY BLADDER-HAHAHAHA!!!! MY BLADDER IS GONNA BURST!!! PLEASE ST-HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!" Soon, a wet spot began to spread from Dana's crotch. "Ew!! She's pissing herself!!!" yelled Ruby. Dana's body relaxed as the tickling finally stopped and her bladder emptied. She sighed in relief, the pressure had been so painful. Warm piss ran down her bare legs and accumulated in a puddle at her feet. Her shoes were so soaked, her feet were getting wet. "Feel better, Dana?" asked Sarah. "Yeah..." Dana replied, almost in a trance. "Good," said Ruby. "Oh... I almost forgot! We're recording this," said Liv. Dana snapped back to reality. "WHAT?!!!" The video ended. In the ring, The Riott Squad were laughing at Dana. While a good portion of the audience was booing them, there were people laughing at Dana. The poor blonde stood in the ring, in tears. She had just been embarrassed on live national television. Tears streaming down her cheeks, Dana fled to the back. Ruby, Liv and Sarah were pleased with their work. But it was simply one down, four to go. To be continued...
  4. desperation_fan

    WWE Omo Series

    Chapter One: A Prank You'll Liv To Regret For the last several weeks, Ruby Riott, Sarah Logan and Liv Morgan had been playing pranks on their fellow WWE Women's Superstars. Most recently, they had put itching powder in their opponents' panties before a ten-woman tag team match. Now, their opponents from that match, Sasha Banks, Bayley, Dana Brooke, Naomi and Becky Lynch, were seeking payback. Quietly, they snuck into the group's hotel room. It was three in the morning, Bayley and Naomi each carried a medium sized bowl of warm water. Sasha and Becky both had their phones out to record the prank. Dana was the lookout. Bayley and Sasha approached Liv's bed, while Naomi and Becky went for Ruby and Sarah, whose beds were adjacent to one another. Carefully, Bayley placed the bowl on the bed, next to the sleeping Liv. She noticed that this girl wasn't shy about her body, as she slept in only a pair of white panties. She very slowly began to move the pink-haired Superstar's arm, stopping when she involuntarily rolled on to her back. Bayley and Sasha smiled at each other, because Liv had rolled herself into the perfect position. Sasha began filming as Bayley placed Liv's hand in the bowl. Meanwhile, Dana and Naomi were having a more difficult time getting Ruby and Sarah in the right position. "Try to roll Ruby towards the edge of the bed," whispered Becky, who was waiting with her phone. Dana and Naomi attempted to drag the tattooed Superstar, but she was dead weight. "Ohmygawd!" Bayley whispered loudly. "It's actually working! She's totally gonna pee!" The others stopped working on Ruby and Sarah and gathered around Liv's bed. The skinny blonde with pink hair was squirming in her sleep. The hand that wasn't submerged in the bowl was now resting firmly between her tightly crossed legs. After about thirty seconds, her subconscious decided to give up the struggle. Her legs and hand, not to mention her bladder, relaxed. A few more seconds passed, then she sighed in relief as a wet spot began to form around her crotch. It spread, the bed sheet beneath her also becoming saturated in her urine. A relieved smile adorned her face as she rolled over, giving the other women a great view of her piss-soaked panties. They were so soaked, they had become see-through and now all the girls could see her perfectly round ass, as soaked as the underwear that barely covered it. "Ew!" whispered Dana, giggling. "That is so gross," said Naomi. Bayley and Becky nodded in agreement, as Sasha filmed it. All five women were smiling and giggling. "Look at Little Miss Pissy Pants!" said Becky, still trying to whisper. On the other side of the room, Sarah stirred. She opened her eyes and blinked a few times, trying to wake herself up. She noticed the bowl of water on her bed and was confused. She rolled over and saw a crowd gathered around Liv's bed and snapped awake. "What the hell?!" Her outburst woke Ruby up as well. "Sarah, are you ok?" Sarah was already out of bed and going after the other women. "What the fuck are you doing in our room?!" Ruby was also out of bed. Like Liv, Ruby didn't wear a top to bed, but she did wear red sleep pants. Sarah was a little more conservative, wearing black shorts and an oversized gray t-shirt, but no bra. "What are doing to Liv?" demanded Ruby. "Us? We didn't do anything," said Sasha, a shit-eating grin on her face. "Really?" asked Sarah, angrily. "I think this says otherwise," she said, pointing at the bowl of water on her bed. Bayley smirked. "What goes around comes around." Sarah picked up the bowl and flung it at the other women. They all scattered, although some of the water splashed Dana's heels and the back of Naomi's pants. "Get the fuck out of here!" screamed Ruby. As the other five women took off, Liv opened her eyes, awakened by Sarah and Ruby's shouting. "Why is everyone being so loud?" she asked sleepily. She let out a loud yawn as she sat up. "Did someone spill something on my bed?" She looked down at her panties and saw the wet spot. Then she saw the bowl of water. "Wait a minute... did I...?" Sarah and Ruby looked away from her. "Are you fucking kidding me?! Who did this?!" Sarah put a hand on Liv's shoulder. "It was a group of bitches who are going to pay for this." Liv walked towards the bathroom to clean herself up, but stopped and turned back towards Ruby and Sarah, an evil gleam in her eyes. "Where do we start?" To be continued...
  5. desperation_fan

    Tales of Desperate Celebrities

    Thanks for the positive feedback, everyone! I will be taking a break from this series for a few days, as I'll be on a mini-vacation. But I do have several chapters already written for a WWE Omo series and I will begin posting it tomorrow!
  6. desperation_fan

    Tales of Desperate Celebrities

    Thanks! That was my favorite to write so far.
  7. desperation_fan

    Tales of Desperate Celebrities

    Oops... I Did It Again Britney Spears had to pee. She was filming the music video for her song, "Oops... I Did It Again." Dressed in a tight red bodysuit, she had been filming for the last four hours. When the costume was first presented to her, she had expressed her concerns about being able to use the bathroom. The costume was made of a leather and it was very skintight, which caused her to sweat. Add to that the hot lights of the soundstage, resulting in an uncomfortable situation. There was plenty of water and other cold beverages on hand for the performers and crew, but most of them didn't have to worry about how accessible the facilities were. Britney's costume had only one zipper, which ran from the small of her back up to her neck, effectively sealing her in. And since getting into the costume the first time was nearly an hour long ordeal, she knew the chances of her being allowed to take a bathroom break were somewhere between low and never. And adding to her already dire predicament, Britney's petite body housed an equally petite bladder. So to say her need was urgent was quite the understatement. "Mom! Can you get them to hurry this along?!" Britney asked her mother and manager, Lynne. "My eyeballs are floating, I can't wait much longer!" "I know, Britney. Try to hang on, I'll talk to the director." Britney squirmed as Lynne walked away. "I'm gonna explode!" she thought to herself. Britney's little sister, Jamie Lynn, approached her with a mischievous gleam in her eye. In her hand was a bottle of water. "Hey Britney, ya thirsty?" She shook the bottle in front of Britney, who winced and crossed her legs. "Ugh... No... Get away from me with that!" "As, do you have pee?" asked Jamie Lynn in a sing-song voice, obviously enjoying her sister's misery. "Yes!" Britney hissed. "Hey, it's too bad you're wearing that tight suit. I bet it makes it worse, the way all that pee inside you is getting squeezed..." Jamie poked Britney's tummy, causing the Pop Queen to flinch, then swat her sister away. "Omigawd, don't do that!" Lynne returned and Jamie ran off, her mother glaring at her the whole time. "They need a retake," she said to Britney, who moaned and buried her face in her hands. "Ohhh," she whined. "I think I'm holding at least two great lakes in here!" she said, pointing at her squashed tummy. "It's not healthy to hold it," she said. "Do they want me to get a UTI or die from a kidney infection?!" "No, dear," said Lynne, rolling her eyes at her daughter's dramatics. "They just want to get the best take." "Well, I don't think they'll want the take where I burst and drown in my own pee, but that's what's gonna happen if they don't get me out of this damn costume and to a toilet!" Lynne looked slightly amused by her daughter's outburst. "Well, maybe if I had put it like that..." "Moooooom...." Britney said in exasperation, holding herself as she danced in place. "I have to gooooooo!" "You looked a lot cuter doing that when you were Jamie Lynn's age," replied Lynne. "Look Britney, we talked about how this lifestyle wouldn't always be easy. Here's your lesson for the day: sometimes singers just have to hold it! You'll be fine." Lynne walked away as Britney pouted, her legs still tightly crossed. Britney fake smiled her way through another take, but it was torturous. Even the simplest steps were painful with a full bladder. Somehow, she got through it, but when the director called cut, she immediately grabbed her crotch and crossed her legs as far as they would go. Lynne and Jamie Lynn approached her. "Good job, Britney." "Th-thanks, Mom," replied Britney through gritted teeth. "Are we d-d-done?" Lynne smiled. "Let me go ask." As Lynne walked away, Jamie Lynn looked at Britney. Her older sister couldn't stand still! "Wow, Britney! You look like a twisted up garden hose!" That was an accurate description. She certainly felt that way, like a hose with a knot in the middle. She was just waiting for someone to untie the knot so she could blow! "Oh, I hope we're done!" Britney said to her sister. "I'm about to pop!" Jamie Lynn was giggling. Her sister ALWAYS had to pee. On family road trips, it was usually Britney requesting a pitstop. Jamie always found it so funny, watching her older sister squirming like she had ants in her pants. "I thought adults were supposed to be able to hold it, Britney?" Britney scowled at her sister. "Everyone's different, Jamie. It's not my fault I have a small bladder!" Lynne returned. "They want to do promo shots." Britney groaned, causing Jamie Lynn to giggle. "Britney Jean, you are a grown woman. You can hold on. As soon as they get what they need, it'll be over and you can go pee." Britney groaned again. "How long?" "However long it takes," said her mother pointedly. "It's not her fault, mom," said Jamie Lynn, still giggling. "She has a small bladder." Lynne cracked a smile. "Nature's way of compensating for giving her other things that aren't so small," she said, looking at her oldest daughter's ample chest. Jamie looked confused as Britney and their mom began laughing. Britney was forced to squeeze her legs shut as she tried to control her laughter. "Soon, hon. Ok?" Britney nodded as her mother and sister walked away. The promo shots took about forty-five minutes to complete, which was about forty-four minutes too long in Britney's mind. When they were finally done, her mother came over to her. "Britney, you did great. Let's get you out of that outfit." Britney just looked at her mom. She was sitting on a stack of boxes with a sad expression on her face. "What's wrong, Britney? You look like you're going to cry." "M-mom... I-I-I c-c-can't m-m-move... Or I'll p-p-p-pee..." Tears were flowing down her cheeks. Her insides were so stretched, yet so squashed inside that tight red costume. All that liquid wanted out and it wanted out NOW. Lynne looked at her daughter. "What are we supposed to do? You can't pee out here!" "I don't have much say in it anymore, Mom! It's gonna happen!" "Britney Jean Spears! I am tired of your whining! You are a grown adult and this diva act will not be acceptable! Now you stand your butt up and march yourself to bathroom, like a grown woman!" Britney pouted as she pushed her bottom off of the boxes and got to her feet. She felt like she was about to lose it right there, but didn't dare with her mother watching her. She trudged towards her dressing room, her mother and sister following close behind. It was such a long walk for Britney. Every step she took caused sharp pains in her bladder, as if it was full of broken glass. She had to pee so bad, but she didn't dare allow even a single drop to leak out, lest she incur her mother's wrath. Jamie Lynn watched her sister, amazed at how desperate she was. When they got to the dressing room, Britney made a beeline for the bathroom. Inside, she fumbled with her zipper, but couldn't keep her hands steady. "Mom! I need help!" Lynne entered the bathroom. "I can't get the zipper down!" Britney whined. Lynne pulled on the zipper, but it wouldn't budge. "Hurry up, Mom! I have to gooooooo!!!" "I'm trying, but it's stuck!" "It can't be!" "Well, I don't think it got the memo, Britney." "How can you be making jokes?! I'm about to erupt!" "Sorry," said Lynne, clearly not sorry. "Hold still, I'll try again." Britney squirmed as Lynne pulled hard on the zipper but it held fast. "Britney, will you hold still?!" "I CAN'T, MOM!" Lynne stopped playing with the zipper and glared at her daughter. "Sorry, Mom," said Britney sheepishly. "I'm going to see if they have any oil to loosen it. Watch your sister." "Mom! I'm about to pee my pants!" "You'll do no such thing, Britney Jean! Keep an eye on Jamie Lynn. I'll be right back." Britney pouted as her mother left the room. She pressed her hand deep into her crotch and squeezed her legs together. She just wanted to pee, why was everybody treating her like this? "Britney?" It was Jamie Lynn. "I have to go to the bathroom." "Excuse me?!" Britney whipped her head around, glaring at her younger sister with a look of rage on her face. "I have been holding it in for almost SIX hours! You can wait!" "Mom won't like that," Jamie Lynn said. "She told you to watch me. So watch me go pee before you!" With that, Jamie Lynn smacked her sister on the ass, then dashed into the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind her. "JAMIE LYNN YOU LITTLE RUNT!!! YOU GET OUT OF THERE RIGHT NOW, MISSY!!!" "Go sit on a tack!" yelled Jamie Lynn from the bathroom. Britney bit her lip. "This is soooo unfair," she thought. Here she was, about to explode, while her sister got to relieve herself. "I'm older than her! She can't get away with this!" Britney banged on the door. "You come out right now or I'm coming in!" "DON'T YOU DARE!" shrieked Jamie Lynn. "Then get out!" "I'm going to the bathroom!" "Not for long!" Britney was about to bust in on her sister, when she felt the pressure intensify. "Shit!" Britney grabbed herself tight and tried to clench everything shut, but her bladder could take no more. She felt a tingle, then to her horror, she felt a warmth. A wet warmth. "Omigawd! Jamie Lynn, hurry up!" "Leave me alone!" "I'm peeing my pants!" "Britney Jean!" Britney cursed silently as she heard her mother's voice. "What is wrong with you?!" Britney broke into tears as she managed to stop peeing. "Mom, I told you how bad I had to go! I was in pain!" Lynne shook her head. "Get control over yourself! I found some grease. Hold still!" Lynne smeared some grease on the zipper, then pulled. It came down halfway, just as the toilet flushed. Britney hopped up and down, waiting for Jamie Lynn to come out. She could hear her washing her hands and the running water was torture for her bladder, having had it's release cut short. Finally, the door opened. "Getoutofmyway!" Britney nearly knocked her sister over as she ran into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her. She pulled the bodysuit off and dropped her bare backside onto the toilet. Pee flooded out of her as she sighed in relief. "Thank God!" Her poor little bladder had been pushed past it's limit. As she sat there, peeing, she looked down at her bodysuit. The inside was saturated with urine. She was shocked that she could soak her clothes and still have so much liquid still inside her. After a good two and a half minutes, her flow started to taper off. She reached for a piece of toilet paper, but... "DAMN IT JAMIE LYNN! YOU USED UP THE LAST OF THE TOILET PAPER!!!" She heard her mother and sister burst into laughter. In spite of herself, Britney had to laugh as well. What a day!
  8. desperation_fan

    Tales of Desperate Celebrities

    There will be wetting in future installments. Right now, I'm covering actual incidents that were discussed in interviews or social media. Also, change to the lineup. The Sarah Hyland story isn't really working as I hoped, so I'm going to write the Britney story next, then Hilary, then try to go back to Sarah.
  9. desperation_fan

    Tales of Desperate Celebrities

    It's Go Time "This is great," thought Nina Dobrev. She was attending her first Met Gala and having a great time. She was wearing a tight flowing dress that was made out of vintage gold metal. Attending with her boyfriend, Ian Somerhalder and her dress had caused quite the stir on the red carpet. Inside, she had been regaled with further compliments. She had been enjoying the free food and drink that was provided for all guests. "How're you doing?" asked Ian. "This is great," she said. "But do you know how much longer it's going to be?" He looked at his watch. "Another hour and a half," he answered. "Why?" "Oh... Just wondering." She kissed him on the cheek and turned away, making an excuse about wanting to mingle. In reality, she didn't want him to see the pained expression on her face. She was actually in pretty desperate need of a bathroom. She had been indulging in the free drink, in particular, the champagne. Except she had forgotten that what goes in must eventually come out. Which wouldn't have been that big of an issue, except for one, tiny detail... She was sewn into her dress. It wasn't an uncommon practice, sewing celebrities into their dresses or gowns for big events such as this. It didn't make the experience any less awkward, however. This wasn't the first time she had been sewn into a dress for a party, so she knew what to expect for the most part. She had used the toilet right before getting dressed. Due to how tight to gown for, she wasn't wearing anything underneath, save for a thin pair of panties. She didn't need to wear a bra or shapewear, seeing as they would adjust the dress to literally cling to her form. The process had taken just about an hour and it was worth it, as she looked like a golden goddess, literally dripping with gold. She had the designer's number in the case of an emergency, although she had been warned to watch her fluid intake, as she wouldn't be getting out of the dress easily. Now she was wishing she had heeded that advice. Her dress was so tight that she couldn't even cross her legs. She winced as she felt her bladder pressing against her pelvis. With how form fitting the dress was, she actually appeared to have a tiny bulge."Oh my god!" she thought. She had to pee so bad, she wasn't sure how long she could last. She thought about calling the designer, but they had warned her, after all. She would just have to hold it until the ball was over. She checked the clock on the wall. Another hour and twenty five minutes. She could do it. She had to. For the next twenty minutes, she tried to mingle and not think about her urgent bodily needs. For a while, it worked, but soon, her bloated bladder made it's presence known to her. She was starting to have trouble standing still. And trying to do the pee dance in this gown was almost impossible. All she could do was stand with her waist bent and one hand pressed just above her pubic bone. She felt like everyone was staring at her. She was embarrassed, but there wasn't much she could do. If she ignored her need much longer, she'd end up getting attention for all the wrong reasons. She checked her watch. An hour left. She would never make it. With a groan, she pulled her phone out. As she dialed the designer's number, she tried to move out of the earshot of the other attendees. "Hello?" answered a male voice on the other end of the phone. "Um, hi. This is Nina, I'm wearing one of your dresses at the Met Gala?" "What's wrong? You didn't rip or stain the dress, did you?!" "No, nothing like that! It's just that... Um, well, I'm sewn into this thing... What if I have to... Well... You know.... What if I have to go?" She swore she could hear laughter in the background as the man answered her. "We warned you about drinking too much." "I know! I know, but... It's kind of an emergency." Nina heard a loud sigh. "How much longer is the ball?" "I don't know... An hour?" Another sigh. "Ok, we're going to send someone out with an emergency sewing kit. Can you try to hold on?" "I'll try, but I'll be honest with you, I'm pretty desperate." "I'm going to give you a number. When you absolutely can't wait any longer, text them. They'll meet you in the bathroom and they'll cut you out of the dress, then see you back in." "Ok, thanks," said Nina, as she copied down the number. As Nina made her way towards the restrooms, Ian approached her. "Hey, what's going on?" "Bathroom emergency," she answered. "I'm about to piss myself!" she told her amused boyfriend. "Aren't you... Well, aren't you sewn into that dress?" "Yes," she answered. "So... How are you planning on pulling this off?" Ian was genuinely amused by his girlfriend's predicament. "Wouldn't you like to know?" Nina replied sassily before continuing her trek across the ballroom to the facilities. When she got there, she tried her best to wait patiently. But she had to go so bad! She paced back and forth, she leaned against the sink, her knees knocking together, she even resorted to holding herself through the dress! Being so close to a toilet had gotten her bladder excited. "Where are they?!" she wondered. She felt a tremor go through her abdomen, as her bladder was now demanding she empty it. She pulled out her phone and typed a message: "IT'S GO TIME. NOW." She sent it to the number she had been given. About a minute later, she received a reply: "Stuck in traffic. Be there ASAP." Nina groaned. "Oh my god!" she thought. "This is it. I'm going to be that girl who peed herself in the bathroom at the Met Gala!" She couldn't stand still, she had to pee so badly. Her hand had taken up residence between her legs in a fruitless effort to relieve some of the pressure. But she was well past that point. The liquid she had consumed wanted out and it was going to happen one way or the other. Nina's eyes were filled with tears from how much effort she was putting into holding back her pee. Just when she thought she couldn't hold it any longer, there was a knock on the door. "Nina?" It was a man's voice. "Are you with the designer?!" she almost shouted. "Yes. May I come in?" "Yes! Please! Come in!" The door opened and in walked a gentleman in jeans and a t-shirt, carrying a small sewing kit. "Let's get you out of that dress." The man produced a small, thin blade from his kit. "Hold perfectly still, Miss. I don't want to slice you in the process." "You're going to use that? Why not scissors?" "Have you ever tried to cut metal before?" "No," Nina admitted. "Scissors won't even make a dent. Besides, you need to go directly against the stitches, or the dress could be permanently damaged." "Oh," said Nina. "Um, how long will this take?" "Hold still," he said without answering her question. Nina tried to remain still, but she had to pee so badly now, it was almost impossible. "Stop squirming!" "I'm trying! But I'm about to explode, do you think you could hurry?!" The man didn't answer, instead continuing to slowly, carefully, line the blade up with the stitches sewn into back of the dress. Nina sighed and tried to remain as still as a statue. But now her body was spasming uncontrollably and the man was clearly getting frustrated with her. "Hold still! I can't cut the dress off with you bouncing about." "Oh for the love of- just rip it! I don't care, just get me out of this thing!" The man hesitated, as Nina felt her pent-up pee starting to force it's way out of her. "NOW!!" she screamed and the man finally relented, ripping along the stitches. "Oh hurry up! Hurry hurry hurry!!!" When he had it halfway ripped, she yanked at the waist, allowing the half- ripped dress to fall to the floor. Her breasts jiggled in all their glory as she frantically yanked her panties off and ran to the toilet. "Um, do you want me to wait out-" "OOOOHHHH!!!!" Nina began releasing a powerful torrent into the toilet. Her butt hadn't even hit the toilet seat when she started. She didn't care that this man was watching her pee, she had been so desperate, she wouldn't have cared if the entire ballroom saw her. "Fuck, that feels soooooo good!" She was almost in a trance, peeing uncontrollably, with no signs of slowing down. Once she had a bit of control over the force of her stream, she allowed her bottom to settle on the seat. She was still going strong, as the man stood with his back to her, trying to give her a little bit of privacy. After nearly two minutes, she finally stopped peeing. "Whoo!" she said as she wiped. "Sorry about that. I was like a balloon about to pop!" She washed her hands in the sink, then grabbed her discarded panties and put them back on. "You can turn around." The man did indeed turn, but still wouldn't look at Nina. He seemed her back into the dress in silence. At least now she could stand still. As the man quickly left, Nina thanked him for his assistance. She chuckled slightly at how embarrassed he was. After all, she was the one who nearly pissed herself! Oh well, she thought. She checked her hair and makeup in the mirror, before heading back to rejoin the party.
  10. desperation_fan

    Tales of Desperate Celebrities

    Great suggestions! I have the next three or four stories planned, with one almost finished. The lineup is: Nina Dobrev, Sarah Hyland, Hilary Duff, Britney Spears, Jennifer Lawrence I'll need to brainstorm a direction for a paparazzi story, but that could be multiple celebrities.
  11. desperation_fan

    Tales of Desperate Celebrities

    Thanks! I've wanted to see more celeb stories for a while and I'm finally gaining confidence in my writing abilities, so I took a shot. Any specific scenario you'd want to see for Britney?
  12. desperation_fan

    Tales of Desperate Celebrities

    (If anyone has suggestions or requests for future chapters, leave a comment. Female celebs 18+ only, please.) Lost and Bursting Taylor Swift groaned as she tried the handle of the door. Locked. "Oh come on!" she yelled in frustration, to nobody in particular. It had been a long morning for the popstar. She had planned a day at the beach, but her producer had called her in for an impromptu meeting. come from a meeting, where she was informed that she needed to re-do one of her tracks for her upcoming album, due to a technical issue. Between having her day disrupted and having to drive to a studio she wasn't familiar with, she was in a less-than-great mood. Plus, thanks to traffic turning a forty-five minutes ride into an hour and a half long trek, and her decision to drink two bottles of water on the way, she was in serious need of a bathroom. But this studio was a labyrinth of locked doors and she was getting antsy. She tried the handle again. No luck. "Argh!" Taylor yelled in exasperation. She banged on it a few times, then crossed her legs and leaned forward to take some of the pressure off of her full bladder. She was dressed in jean shorts and wore a pink t-shirt with the American flag printed on it. The shirt was a size too small for her and hugged her torso, showing the shape of her breasts. She looked around, trying to find a door she hadn't yet attempted. She reached for a handle and turned it... Success! She smiled as she entered the building. "Hmmm," she thought. There were two corridors she could try. Hopefully, one would lead to a bathroom. She touched her abdomen, it felt bloated. She had to go so bad. This wasn't a new experience for her, as she typically drank a lot of water. Even in highschool, she was the girl who always had to go to the bathroom. But she loved being hydrated and what it did for her body. Her skin was flawless and she had the body of a model without being without being too skinny. In fact, the only drawback was that she always had to go to the bathroom. Now that drawback was a pressing need, as she was desperate. She crossed her legs again, hoping she wasn't too far away from the ladies room. She decided to try the path to her right. As she walked down the hall, she noticed there was nobody around to ask for directions. She noticed several offices, but they were all either locked or empty. "I hope they knew I was coming," she thought to herself. She decided to try calling the producer, but she had no service. "If someone was planning to murder me, they picked the right place to do it," she thought with a nervous laugh. "Hello? is anyone here?" No answer. Soon she was at the end of the hall. A dead-end. "Crap," she said out loud. She crossed her legs again. She had to pee so bad! She turned around and made her way back to where she started. "Am I even at the right place?" Taylor wondered. She started down the opposite corridor and was delighted to see a sign indicating restrooms up ahead. "Thank goodness!" she said out loud. She raced up ahead and nearly cried when she saw the ladies room sign on the door. At last! She turned the handle. Locked. "No!" She jiggled the handle a few times, to no avail. She tried the men's room. No luck. Now she wanted to cry for a different reason. "You can't do this to a girl who has to pee!" she shouted, knowing nobody could hear her. "I'm about to explode here!" With a sigh, she turned around and walked back to where she came from. She exited the building and looked around. Suddenly, she froze. "Oh no... Nononononono!!!!" She could feel the floodgates starting to open. "No! This can't be happening!" Looking around, she realized she was out of time and options. She ran over to her car and started unhooking her shorts. She was just starting to squat down when she heard a car coming. "Shit!" She stopped what she was doing and buttoned her shorts. A car pulled up next to her as she squirmed around. The window lowered as a man stuck his head out. "Excuse me, Miss. Are you ok?" Taylor sighed. "Actually, no. I'm late for a recording session, I can't figure out where I'm supposed to be, and I really, REALLY, need to use the bathroom." The man smiled. "The studio is across the street." Taylor's face turned beet-red. "Seriously?!" "You're not the first person to get lost here," he said. "Hop in and I'll drive you over." As Taylor got in the car, she bit her lip. She had to pee really bad. She crossed her legs as soon as she was seated and didn't put her seatbelt on. The man smiled. "So many artists get lost around here. One time, Nicki Minaj walked the length of the building five times before someone realized she was lost." Taylor giggled, which caused her sphincter to tremble. "I'm just so glad you came along. I have to use the bathroom sooooo bad!" She was embarrassed to tell a total stranger this, but he was nonplussed. "I've suggested they put a porta-john over here," he said. "I've seen everyone from Madonna to Kelly Clarkson pop a squat in that parking lot." Taylor smiled. "I was close. Speaking of which," she added as they pulled into the parking lot of the studio. "Is the ladies room near the entrance?" "To the left," he said as he pulled up in front of the building. "You can't miss it." Taylor smiled gratefully as she got out of the car. "Thank you so much!" She grabbed her purse and ran into the building. She asked the secretary to tell them she was there, then excused herself. The man was right, the ladies room was right there. She pushed the door open, her eyes lit up when she saw the toilet. She unbuttoned her shorts and lowered herself into the toilet seat. Taylor relaxed and it was as if the cap had been yanked off a fire hydrant. She sighed in relief as pee gushed out her. She looked down and saw her swollen belly deflating as she relieved herself. She had been so desperate and it felt amazing to be able to go at long last. After what felt like forever, she felt her stream stop. She wiped herself and washed her hands, then did a quick makeup check. Satisfied, she exited the bathroom. "Ms. Swift, they're ready for you in room D. Upstairs, third room on the right." Taylor thanked her and made her way up the stairs, an extra spring in her step now that her load had been lightened. She smiled and checked her watch. Maybe she'd still make the beach after all.
  13. desperation_fan

    Tales of Desperate Celebrities

    Well... The next chapter was going to be about Taylor Swift. But I wasted a whole day on a story that wasn't working. I found a direction this morning, but... My phone just deleted the two paragraphs I was working on!
  14. desperation_fan

    Pee Movie List - Revival (with book list as well)

    Hoping it's Nancy. Expecting that it's Joyce lol
  15. desperation_fan

    Tales of Desperate Celebrities

    Chapter One: Pee Gut It was a hot July night and in Long Beach, California, it was even hotter. Demi Lovato was performing a warm-up for her upcoming world tour and she had the crowd bouncing. Demi herself was bouncing as well, but for a different reason. "Damn it! Why did it have to be sooo hot today?!" she said to herself. "I wish I hadn't chugged that extra water before I came out. I have to pee really bad!" Demi jumped around the stage, singing her heart out. She was dressed in tight leather pants and a gray tank-top under a black jacket. Despite her discomfort, these people paid to see her. She wasn't about to disappoint them. She clenched every muscle she could and went about her routine. About an forty-five minutes into her set, it was time to slow things down. As she started singing "Nightingale," she signaled offstage for a stool. When they placed the stool, she carefully rested her tush upon it. It helped to alleviate some of the pressure in her abdomen, but right now, she was really wishing she had let them schedule that intermission. But she had wanted to get back to her hotel early, so when her manager suggested it, she'd said no. Now she was paying for it. "Oh it hurts so bad," she thought. Her gut literally felt like it was full of pee. "Pee-gut," she thought to herself, smiling a little. That smile quickly faded, however, as she was forced cross her legs as she sang a high note. After two more slow songs, where she made liberal use of the stool to hide her need from the audience, it was time for a duet with Idina Menzel. "Let it go, let it go..." the pair sang. "I'd love to let it go," thought Demi. "How much longer, I don't know if I can hold it!" Thankfully, Idina was the powerhouse of this duet, so Demi didn't have to strain her diaphragm muscles too much. But her sphincter muscles were getting quite a workout tonight. As she and Idina hugged afterwards, she whispered in her friend's ear, "I'm about to pee my pants!" Idina giggled and joked, "Don't sneeze!" Demi had to bend forward as she laughed. "You're terrible!" Demi said, still laughing. "Good luck," said Idina as she left the stage. Despite feeling like she was going to explode, Demi powered through her last three songs like a trooper. As she finished her last song, she took a bow. The audience applauded wildly as she started to leave. But when she got to the exit, her manager stopped her. "It's a good crowd tonight, D. Send 'em home happy!" Demi was crestfallen, she had to pee so badly. She wanted nothing more than to run to the bathroom, rip her pants off, plop her bottom on the throne and release everything she had been holding back. But Demi was about her fans first and foremost. Putting on a smile, she returned to the stage to a huge ovation. She took a seat on the stool, as she launched into "Skyscraper." She wiggled her bum on the stool a few times during the song, trying to find a position that took some of the pressure off of her swollen bladder. At one point, she had to suck in a breath, because her pee wanted out immediately. But she managed to get through it, before starting her final song, "Give Your Heart A Break." She put her soul into the song and had the audience captivated. But as she hit her last note, she felt her urethra opening. She hadn't ordered her bladder to start emptying, her muscles had had enough and were involuntarily taking over. She briefly crossed her legs as she felt a drop escape. "NO!" she wailed mentally. "I'm almost done! Just hold on, Demi!" Somehow, she managed to finish the song without drawing attention to her predicament, but instead of standing up to take another bow, she remained seated as she thanked everyone for coming, then slowly, gingerly, stood and waddled offstage, her thighs squeezed together as tightly as possible while walking. A second drop had forced itself out, but she was determined to keep the rest in until her rear-end was planted on the toilet. As quickly as she could given the circumstances, she made her way down the hall. As she approached her dressing room, she could feel her urine pressing against her pelvic wall. It was so painful and she craved the sweet release that was just behind the door. She entered the dressing room, sweating and breathing heavily from the effort it was taking to hold back her waters. She stopped at the full-length mirror in her dressing room. She was curious. Carefully, she unzipped her pants and lowered them slightly. She raised her shirt, then gaped in shock. Her belly was so swollen, that it was pushing out, making her look pregnant. She touched it and flinched. It was rock hard and she realized she must be filled to the brim. She felt another drop trying to squeeze out. She ran into the bathroom and yanked her pants and underwear down to her ankles. She lifted the toilet cover and dropped her ass onto the seat. She breathed deeply as she finally allowed her sphincter muscles to relax. "Ohhhhhhh....!" Demi moaned. "Shit, that feels soooooo good!" It was as if someone had turned on the faucet, pee gushed out Demi and she smiled as she heard the satisfying splash of urine into the toilet. She had felt like a garden hose that someone had folded over, preventing the water from escaping. Well finally, they had let go and now she was letting go. In her delirium, she grabbed her phone from the inside pocket of her jacket and went to Twitter. “Soooo I totally had to pee the ENTIRE SHOW.. I LITERALLY had a pee-gut. HAHAHAHA," was what she typed. She sighed in sheer relief as she hit post. She peed steadily for a minute and a half before her stream began to taper off. She still had some liquid inside her, however and she strained to force it out. She lifted her butt off the seat, allowing a few last drops out. Finally, she decided she was empty and grabbed a piece of toilet paper to wipe herself. As she was washing her hands, however... "What the f***?!" She quickly dried her hands and grabbed her phone. Yes, she had actually tweeted about her stressful bladder situation. She felt like an idiot. She began typing: “F**k. I really just tweeted that. WHO DOES THAT?!!?! HAHAHAHA." She couldn't help but laugh. It had been a long night. She couldn't wait to get back to her hotel, take a nice, hot shower and curl up in bed with a cheesy romance movie until she fell asleep. The end.