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    huberp76 reacted to Quackduck for a blog entry, Waiting and waiting   
    Carly stepped from side to side, rain flowing down the sides of her umbrella and pattering to the ground, soaking her shoes and ankles. She impatiently knocked on the door again. Despite having a full bladder, she was parched, and wanted to get a drink before starting her walk home.
    Her friend opened the door. "You're still here?" she asked. "I thought you were..."
    "I am, but I'm super thirsty!" she said. "Can I come get a drink? And use your bathroom real quick?"
    "You're soaking wet! I'll just get it for you," she said. She was back in a minute with the biggest water bottle Carly had ever seen.
    "Dude, this thing is huge!" she said.
    "My parents take them on hikes. Let me know when you get home! I'll see you tomorrow."
    With that, she started walking. At first, she thought there was no way there was enough room in her stomach for all the liquid in the water bottle, but before she was even halfway home, it was completely drained and she had disposed of it in a neighbor's trashbin. By that point, her urge to urinate had intensified enough so that she was walking with a purpose instead of the liesurely stroll she maintained up until then.
    The water went through her pretty quickly. It wasn't long until the sensation was urgently pulsing with every step she took. If it weren't for the walking, she would've been doing a potty dance.
    When she finally got to her house, she was seriously busting. She couldn't wait to unbutton her jeans; the waistband was digging badly into her swollen bladder. She pressed her fingertips firmly into her crotch and winced as she rushed to the door, yanking the doorknob. Locked. She huffed in frustration, stepping around and jerking her legs like crazy as she felt up her pockets. When she didn't find the key, she put the umbrella down and let herself get rained on as she turned them out, frantically searching. "Fuck..." she muttered, realization washing over her. She had left her house key all the way at her friend's house.
    She picked up the umbrella and knocked loudly on the door, squeezing herself between the legs as she waited. She was pretty sure nobody was home, but what other choice did she have?
    When nobody answered, she rushed to the backdoor. Her hand stayed wedged between her thighs the entire run there. The backdoor was locked, too, but she had the privacy to stick her hand down the front of her pants and hold her bare pussy for a minute as she wriggled around. She decided to stay in the backyard so she didn't have to feel so self-conscious about squirming and dancing.
    She took out her phone and called her sister. It took two tries.
    "Are you home?"
    "No, I'm at Kate's."
    Carly was at least somewhat relieved. Kate was just up the street from her. "Can you please come home? I'm locked out, I'm freezing, and I'm about to piss my pants."
    Her sister groaned. "Dude, come on."
    "Please! I really need to get inside! I'm dying out here!"
    "I'll be home in a bit," she said, annoyed.
    "Thank you so much--" she started to say, but the phone cut off.
    She paced around as she waited for her sister. Carly was really uncomfortable. Time dragged on and her desperate need to piss started to become the only thing she could think about.
    After a while, her bladder was so full it was driving her crazy. Nothing she did could lessen the intense discomfort she felt from her screaming urinary system. She couldn't even stand up straight. Sitting down squished it even worse. One trembling hand held the umbrella while the other was in her underwear, squeezing her vagina. "Mmmmph..." she groaned, doubling over. The poor girl felt like she was about to cry. On top of that, there was pouring rain all around her. It was torture.
    She unbuttoned and unzipped her jean shorts, sighing in relief as her bulging bladder was given room to distend. She put one leg over the railing of the porch (nearly leaking as she lifted it up) and grinded her crotch into it, straining to keep it all in.
    Her sister should be there any minute. She cringed as she buttoned up her jeans, squeezing her bursting urinary organ, then she hobbled to the front yard to wait. She was unable to stay still, but did her absolute best at keeping herself from completely humiliating herself with a desperate, frantic dance in her front yard. She waited and waited and waited, struggling her way through intense signals of extreme urgency.
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    huberp76 reacted to Quackduck for a blog entry, Casually Desperate   
    When drinking a full cup of coffee became part of Chloe’s morning routine, the effects were pretty noticeable. She was of course much more energetic, which was a trait of hers that didn’t need intensifying. She was far more alert during school; there was no more falling asleep during lectures. She also found herself full of urine much more often than she wanted to be. Her bladder was rather small, and the coffee-loving girl was literally in a state of needing to pee more often than she wasn’t. 
    It was hard to get used to for the first month or so. She had many ‘close calls,’ going from kind of needing a toilet to absolutely dying for a piss before she knew it. At that point, she would almost always be in the car, the middle of class, or anywhere else without immediate access to a lavatory. She held it for so long and so often that she sort of got used to the feeling. It was because of this, she believed, that her bladder had stretched to a much greater size than it once was.
    When before if she found herself squirming on a long car ride, she would be filled with anxiety over not making to the toilet in time. Now, she could casually play the license plate game with a severely overfull belly and confidently wait until an opportunity to go arose naturally. She would squirm and fidget, but it was nothing out of the ordinary for her anymore.
    Sometimes on the weekends, when she’d skip her morning routine out of laziness, she wouldn’t even enter the bathroom at all. She’d immediately go downstairs, have some breakfast, and a nice cup of coffee.
    One saturday morning, she did just that. Chloe groggily opened her eyes and rolled out of bed. She had slept in a big white t-shirt that went down to her knees and black underwear. The only thing she did to get ready was pull on some shorts.
    She ate some cereal and drank her coffee in front of the TV. She had to pee. Pretty badly, actually, but she didn’t mind. About an hour and a half later, her big sister, Emily, woke up and kicked her off the TV, so she went into the backyard and jumped on the trampoline. By then, she urgently needed to urinate, but she still payed it no mind. The liquid sloshed around inside her as she jumped, the weight shifting harshly up and down. A while after that, Emily came outside to take the trash out. 
    “Why are you holding yourself like that?” she asked with a sneer.
    Chloe hadn’t even noticed she was clutching herself between the legs. She forced her hands by her side and shrugged, even though she knew exactly why.
    “You gotta pee, is that it?” Emily asked.
    “No!” Chloe defended, embarrassed.
    “God, you’re so weird. You better not bother me when Jack gets here. I don’t want you embarrassing me in front of him.” She went back inside. Chloe’s need had increased exponentially in only a couple of minutes, and now she could barely keep herself from a full-blown potty dance.
    “That’d be the coffee,” she mumbled, but she didn’t want to go right after she lied to her sister about not needing to. She kept jumping for a while longer, even though it was like shaking a water bottle. She turned away from the windows so Emily wouldn’t see and squeezed herself inside her underwear. The old her would have immediately rushed into the house for sweet relief if it was that bad, but she was so comfortable with it that she stayed on the trampoline for quite a while. It eventually felt like pee was going to start squirting out of her with ever jump if she didn’t go soon, so she went back into the house.
    The backdoor led directly into the kitchen, which then led to the living room, where she saw Emily and Jack giggling on the couch together. When she saw her sister, Emily’s face suddenly turned sour.
    “What are you doing back in the house?”
    “Just- getting a drink,” she said sheepishly.
    “Kitchen’s that way, retard.”
    Chloe spun around, went back to the kitchen, grabbed a coke and left. Sometimes she wished she were more open about her bodily functions, but it was alright now that she could hold as much liquid inside her as she wanted.
    She drank the coke as she rode her penny board down the road on the way to her friend Abby’s house. She hoped she’d be home. Maybe she’d be able to use her bathroom. With every kick to propel the board, she felt her bloated bladder throb.
    Chloe finished the coke as she
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    huberp76 reacted to Quackduck for a blog entry, The Hostage Chapter   
    Amber got a call from her boss frantically asking if she could come in just as she pulled into the motel parking lot. She was barista at a cafe a few miles from her apartment. She wanted to stay with Charlotte for a while, but money was seriously tight. She begrudgingly accepted the sudden request and made her way to the building.
    The door swung open almost as soon as Amber had knocked on it.
    “Oh, thank god!” Charlotte sighed. Amber held out the tote bag, thinking she was referring to the money.
    “It’s as much as I could grab. I felt kind of weird carrying that much money.”
    “I’m glad you’re okay,” she said, dropping the bag on the ground by the door and taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “I don’t know what more they’d need from me, but I’m still on edge.”
    “Listen, I need to get to work, but I’ll be back soon, okay?”
    “Oh. Okay.”
    She hugged her and left as quickly as she came. During the long drive, she developed another dull, aching need to pee, but this time there were no bathroom stops. She changed into her work clothes in the car (white shirt, black skirt and apron) and went inside.
    The amount of customers surprised her. It was usually pretty busy since it doubled as a restaurant, but not like this.
    “Oh, finally!” her boss said from behind the counter. “I had to pick up the slack here. Three people called out today! You take the cafe. I’ll be in the restaurant if you need me.”
    Amber took the job because she loved coffee. Working there didn’t ruin it for her, as it often does for people. When she messed up an order, she always drank the coffee that the customer didn’t accept so it didn’t go to waste. Today, it was overwhelming for her to deal with so many customers by herself, and mistakes were plenty. Since she was so busy, she didn’t realize how much coffee she was consuming until a few hours into her shift, when she bent down to pick up a fallen cup and little bit of coffee came up. She coughed and sputtered, the back of her throat stinging a bit. It was then she noticed how much she overdrank, and how much the ache in her bladder had turned into a desperate need to piss. The crowd had thinned, but there were still too many customers there for her to leave her post. She clenched her legs tightly together as she took someone’s order, speaking and smiling as best she could. She just needed to wait until the desperation passed, as it always did. It also always came back even worse, but she wasn’t thinking about that. The sensation settled into a nagging ache that sat heavily in her belly. It was far stronger than Amber wanted. In fact, it was really distracting. After another hour, she couldn’t keep her feet still. This is normal for most people when they really need to pee, but for Amber it meant things were seriously getting bad. She was so skilled and experienced at holding that she could keep from squirming even when she really wanted to, and the fact that she couldn’t control herself was a bit alarming. The situation would be pretty arousing if she wasn’t so serious about her job. She noticed her boss standing idle multiple times, and decided to ask her for a break as soon as the opportunity arose.
    About a half an hour passed and the crowd had mostly left in the cafe. Amber was bloated with piss and it was almost closing time. She did her best to hide her squirming from the customers, but everyone who saw her knew exactly what was going on. The poor thing was trembling with desperation. The restroom was so alluring, but there were just enough people inside for her to not be able to leave her post.
    “Are you okay, sweetheart?” one woman asked her sympathetically.
    “Y-Yeah, just fine,” she replied. She held her breath as she rang up her order. As soon as she was done, she rushed over to her boss and asked for a break.
    “You can just take off now,” she said. “It’s all food orders. I’ll see you next week.”
    “Thank you,” she said, a bit more graciously than intended, and bolted to the bathroom. She lifted her skirt and was about to sit on the toilet before she stopped. Her legs were shaking and her bladder was screaming, but she realized that if she was just going home, she could have a great hold. “Can I make it home?” she mumbled to herself, pulling the waistband of her underwear away from her bulging, distending bladder. ”I guess I’ll find out.” She smoothed her skirt out and rushed out of the cafe to her car. She thought about what she was going to do when she got home. She’d make a beeline for the shower, masturbate, then wet her work clothes. In the car, one hand was clenching her crotch with all of her strength while the other held the steering wheel. In the privacy of her car, she was very vocal about her need, moaning and groaning in response to the waves of desperation she was suffering through.
    “Oh my godddd—“ she moaned, bouncing a few times before grinding into the seat. It was starting to really hurt. She loved being full, but she didn’t usually get this desperate. She would have climaxed and emptied herself by now.
    Amber turned a corner and had to hit her brakes hard, making urine slosh around painfully inside her. Police lights were flashing around the long line of cars that stretched two blocks down the road.
    “Oh, fuck,” she muttered. She saw traffic cones and cop cars around a car that seemed to have driven into the stoplight. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She swore, shifting her position. Suddenly, her excitement was replaced with fear that she’d wet her car seat. “God, I need to pee so bad. I should have gone at the cafe. Why didn’t I go at the cafe? I’m gonna burst. I’m just gonna explode all over my car and have to go to the hospital. It hurts so bad. Stop thinking about it!” She turned on the radio, but nothing could keep her mind off the searing agony in her abdomen. She counted the individual minutes as they went by. After 23 minutes, Amber had made significant progress through the traffic, but she was about to start crying. Her plan had changed from going straight to the bathtub to emptying her bladder enough for her kidneys to stop aching. Her entire body was drenched in sweat. She bit hard into the steering wheel, scrunching up her face and squeezing her bare pussy inside of her underwear. A tiny spurt of pee came out, wetting her palms.
    “Uhnn!” she moaned, rubbing her crotch hard and shaking even more. She wanted to just wet herself right there, but she thought about what Charlotte had gone through and how much worse it must have been. If she could do it, so could Amber.
    She made it out of traffic ten minutes later. At this point, she couldn’t sit right. Her kidneys were searing and her piss bulge was so huge that she had pulled the seatbelt down to her knees so it wouldn’t apply any pressure, and her skirt was hiked up so it wouldn’t squish her stomach anymore. The poor girl wasn’t even complaining anymore. She just wanted to pee.
    The parking lot was rather crowded, as it usually was at that time of night, so she had to park much farther away than she wanted. She parked horribly, but didn’t even attempt to redo it. She got out and forced herself to hobble all the way to her complex, bent over and holding herself. The cramping in her kidneys was a new sensation for her and was a bit alarming, but she was already so close to home. She managed to get up the stairs (luckily she only lived on the second story) and fumbled with her keys. She jammed it into the lock and tried to turn it, but it didn’t turn. She realized she’d used the wrong key. She tried to pull it out, but it wouldn’t budge. It was stuck in there.
    “Fuck!” she swore, nearly sobbing. Her legs were shaking like crazy, and her coffee-filled bladder pulsed so heavily that it felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. “Oh my god, please!” she begged as pulled hard on the key. A short but powerful squirt escaped into her underwear as she did so, forcing her to lurch forward. Her pussy tingled strongly, but she wasn’t sure if it was from arousal or something unhealthy. She spurted again, this time much more than she did before. Amber gasped and rubbed herself hard between her legs to alleviate the stinging in her urethra. It was definitely arousal.
    Just as she managed to get the key unstuck, she leaked and caused major damage to her underwear. She stood there frozen for a minute as the urine streamed down her legs and splattered to the ground before her stream was stemmed by the iron grip she had on herself. Her cheeks were flushed red from embarrassment and the fact that she felt unbelievably horny. Doubled over and shaking, she waddled as fast as she could into her apartment and slammed the door behind her. The bursting girl stuck her hands in her underwear and squeezed her bare pussy, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body. When she got into the bathroom, although her body vehemently demanded that she did so, she didn’t empty her screaming, overfull bladder. She started undressing.
    Amber sat on the closed toilet lid, grinding and shaking to contain her liquid, as she removed her shirt and bra. Then she leapt up and practically tore her skirt and underwear off before getting in the bathtub and immediately touching herself. She massaged her clitoris as she focused on her dire need. She’d never been this desperate to pee. She ran her hand over her distended bladder, which was swelled far past capacity with hot piss that ached severely. She knew this was too much, but she didn’t want to go. If she explored this potentially harmful area just once, it wouldn’t be too bad, right?
    She began massaging her swollen organ, and it made her legs tremble. Her kidneys felt like they were going to pop, but her pussy was on fire. Her forefinger went deep inside her as she began thinking about Charlotte and how unbearably desperate she was in her story; the look of pure bliss on her blushing face as she let go, tons of golden liquid cascading down her legs.
    She added another finger. Charlotte must have felt similar sensations as Amber felt now. Her bladder felt like it was going break open, her belly so huge that she looked pregnant.
    She spread her fingers. She felt urine begin continuously trickling out extremely slightly.
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    huberp76 reacted to Quackduck for a blog entry, Desperate Sex   
    POV: BRYCE
    I’ve always been into pee, particularly desperation. The only person I’ve ever told is this girl I went on a few dates with named Kara.
    Our first date was at the movies. We got popcorn and a large drink, which I didn’t even think we’d finish, but she got up and got a refill about halfway through. I barely had any, but Kara managed to finish the whole thing!
    After the movie, she excused herself to the bathroom. On the way home, though, I noticed she was squirming and fidgeting, but I didn’t think much of it. As soon as we got to my house, she made a beeline for the bathroom. We started making out in my room. When it started to go somewhere, she said
    ”Hold on, I’ll be right back. I gotta pee.”
    ”Are you alright?”
    ”Yeah, why?”
    ”You’ve been going to the bathroom a lot.”
    Her cheeks went a little red. “Well... Whenever I have sex, I make sure my bladder’s really full so I can pee afterwards. It helps to prevent pregnancy.”
    ”Really?” I asked. She nodded.
    ”Plus, I read it can make it more pleasurable. I drank too much though. I don’t want to have to pee too badly. It gets distracting, and kind of painful, so I go to the bathroom and let a little bit out.” I noticed she was bent over a bit.
    ”I mean, the fuller the better, right? Like, wouldn’t you want to pee as much as possible afterwards?”
    She hesitated. “I guess, yeah,” she said, and sat back down. In hindsight, this was kind of sadistic on my part, but knowing her bladder was so overfull while I was fucking her drove me crazy. It was the best sex I’ve ever had. As soon as I came, she said “Okay, let me up.” She rushed to the toilet without shutting the door, sighing as her strong urine stream hissed out of her like a firehose.
    Our next date was at a restauraunt. She went through the drinks like nothing, excusing herself to the bathroom numerous times.
    POV: KARA
    On the drive home, I had to pee so bad I couldn’t think about anything else. Bryce’s parents were going out, so we were going to his house again. I’m not supposed to be there after dark.
    I wanted to pee a little bit as soon as we got there, but he was oddly enthusiastic about going straight to his bedroom. I decided I’d go as soon as we were undressed. A little while later, though, we heard something downstairs.
    ”Oh, shit,” he said, and hurriedly got all his clothes back on.
    We hadn’t done anything yet, but I had already undressed down to my underwear. I was about to excuse myself to the restroom before we heard it. My bladder was swollen with hot piss and I couldn’t keep still. I was squirming a lot and occasionally squeezing myself.
    ”I need you to hide in the closet,” he told me. “My parents are super strict, they can’t see you here right now. I’m gonna go see what they’re doing home.”
    He left before I could ask him what to do about my urgent need. I had to go so badly, but I hid in the closet anyway. Pretty soon, I was marching around and holding myself, rubbing in between my legs occasionally.
    ”Oh my god,” I groaned quietly. My bladder was full to bursting. I needed to pee so bad I wasn’t sure how much longer I could take it. Finally, I heard the car leave the driveway and he came back in the room. I came out, trembling and holding myself.
    ”Sorry it took so long,” he said, “my mom lost her purse. She’s freaking out. They’re going to check—“
    ”I’m sorry, I can’t hold it. I have to pee so bad.” I went towards the bathroom.
    “Wait!” he said, “I think you should hold it.”
    I shook my head. “I’m gonna explode.”
    ”No, just think about it. A full bladder supposed to make sex more pleasurable. If you’re really bursting, this’ll be, like, the best orgasm you’ve ever had.”
    ”I really don’t think-“
    ”If you change your mind at any point, you can just run to the bathroom and come back.”
    ”Fuck, I need to go, though!”
    ”It’s not like you can get hurt from holding your pee or anything.”
    I was stepping around and squeezing my pussy intermittently  with both hands inside my underwear. “I guess,” I said, hoping I could hold it. When I got in the bed, I could feel the liquid sloshing around inside of me. He pulled my panties off and it got even harder to hold
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    huberp76 reacted to Quackduck for a blog entry, Germaphobe   
    Mia’s friends would call her a germaphobe, though she didn’t consider herself to be one. She always carried around a bottle of hand sanitizer, and she always brought her own lunch to school (who knows where school lunch has been?), and she never used a public restroom. In fact, she never used anyone else’s toilet but her own. They were always disgusting. She always waited until she was in the comfort of her own bathroom at her house to go. Of course, this has caused her a considerate amount of discomfort over the course of her young life, but it’s worth it to avoid those awful places. Her bathroom was always pristine.
    ”They’re disgusting!” she told her group of friends one day at lunch. Their names were Kara, Talia, and Amanda. “I can’t even think about putting my butt on anything that tons of other people  have done their business on!” She tapped her foot in desperation. “I wish girls didn’t have to pee.”
    ”I agree, they’re nasty,” Amanda said, “that’s why I hover.”
    ”You still have to walk in there and touch the stall door and stuff!”
    ”You’re overreacting,” said Talia. “You know there’s more germs on a keyboard than a toilet seat?”
    ”I know. I always wipe down any keyboard I use.”
    ”You’re germaphobic!”
    ”Am not!” Mia defended vehemently, wiggling her butt in the chair in response to the urgent need to pee she was neglecting. This was normal, though. She always went home from school with a heavy bladder. Making a beeline to the bathroom in her bedroom was part of her routine.
    ”Anyway, what time are you guys gonna able to come over tomorrow?” Amanda asked. They were all spending the night at her house. Mia’s chest fluttered with excitement. She’d never spent the night at a friends house before.
    ”I’m free all day,” she said.
    ”My mom could just pick us all up from school and bring us straight to my place.” They all agreed.
    The next morning, Mia woke up and eagerly got her things together. Still in pajamas, she threw a change of clothes, a hairbrush, and a nintendo DS into her school bag. She didn’t even notice she was hopping from foot to foot, really needing her morning pee. She walked to the bathroom, but her brother was taking a shower. A little disappointed, she instead put on her school clothes, closing her jeans around her urine-filled tummy. She squirmed while she ate her breakfast (eggs, toast, and a tall glass of orange juice), pulling on the button every once in a while. She skipped to the bathroom and released her liquids, her golden stream splashing into the toilet water below.
    The whole day she couldn’t concentrate on her work. All she could think about was how much fun she was going to have, and how they’d probably stay up all night. At the end of the day, Mia and her friends stood together at the car loop and chatted. It was only then when she noticed that the orange juice had made its way through body, and now wanted out. She shifted her weight from foot to foot discreetly, wanting to go home so she could pee. Then she realized it: she wasn’t going home. She wouldn’t go home until tomorrow morning.
    ‘Okay, no big deal,’ she thought, ‘I’ll just hold it. It’s not that long a time. People have held it for way longer than a day, I’m sure.’ She pulled on the button of her jeans that squeezed so cruelly against her swollen bladder.
    Amanda’s mom gave them a ride to the house. Mia had been there many times before, but she’s never used their toilet. She tapped her foot the whole ride there. When they arrived, she hopped out of the car a little too eagerly and jarred her liquid-filled organ more than she’d have liked to. She pulled on the button again and stepped in place, waiting for the others to get out.
    They went up to Amanda’s room, where they talked and played video games. for a whilecompletelforgot about her need until Amanda’s mom called them downstairs for dinner. Mia was dissappointed at what the meal was. It’s true that most kids love pizza, Mia was lactose intolerant. Not wanting to be rude, and feeling rather hungry anyway, she took two slices. She poured herself a tall glass of coke without thinking and felt the first sip go right to her bladder, making her press her legs together under the table. Sill not wanting to be rude, she finished the whole glass as to not be rude. She was scooting back and forth for the entire meal (three whole slices), but her friends didn’t seem to notice. When they went back up to Amanda’s room, they played some video games. By then, Mia’s need was urgent. She was sitting on her foot, grinding into her heel any chance she got. With her palms placed tensely on her knees, she refused any offer to play the game because she didn’t want to divide her concentration. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead. She wasn’t concerned about leaking just yet. In fact, she’d had to go this badly tons of times, and held it for a lot longer. She thought about how much worse she had to go a few years back at a fair, where she refused to use the porta potties despite having had three large icees.
    “Are you sure you don’t want to play, Mia?” Talia asked.
    “I’m fine, I’m not really into this game. I can just watch.”
    “Are you alright?”
    “Yeah, I just kind of need to pee.”
    “The bathrooms right across from my room in the hall,” Amanda pointed out with a mouth full of chips. Mia didn’t get up, though.
    “Why don’t you go?” Kara asked.
    “You guys know I don’t like using other bathrooms other than my own.”
    “Not even mine?” Amanda said, confused, “dude, it’s not that dirty.”
    “It’s just a security thing, I’m fine.”
    “So you’re just gonna stay having to pee for the whole night?” Mia didn’t answer.
    A couple of hours later, Mia’s need increased considerably. She sat with her arms hugging her knees and her jeans unbuttoned. Sweat dripped down her face and she wiped it with her shoulder. Her bladder was pulsing strongly, urging her to empty it. Orange juice and Coca Cola wanted out of her body as soon as possible. She needed to pee really badly at this point. There were many times that she could remember needing to go this bad, most of them at school. She could still hold it for a while longer, but there was an entire night ahead of her.
    About a half hour later, Kara mentioned getting the beds ready. Amanda and Talia got the bed, but Mia was able to called the couch, as to not sleep on the floor.
    She went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and put on pajamas. She stepped in place as she skinned her jeans off, patting and squeezing her crotch when needed. She was standing there in her underwear when the thought of just using the toilet crossed her mind. She had to pee really bad, so bad that she couldn’t stand still. It was only about 8 o’clock at this point, and her next opportunity to pee in her own house wouldn’t be for at least another twelve hours. Thoughts of other people sitting there pushed the consideration out of her head, though. She brushed her teeth while hopping around, squeezing herself with her free hand. Then, she pulled on her blue cotton pajamas and went out there, still harboring an urgent need to urinate.
    The night was rough. Hours passed by like days as poor Mia filled up like a water balloon. There was so much liquid sloshing around inside of her when she moved that she could barely stand up straight, but she did her best to keep the severity of her need unknown. By the time her friends went to bed, she was in pain. Out of sight from her sympathetic friends who would make her use the bathroom, she was able to writhe and squirm all she needed. Both hands were inside of her underwear, squeezing between her legs with all her might. It was a little after 2:00 AM and Mia’s friends had been asleep for a long time. The pain from her swollen abdomen had kept Mia awake, tossing and turning in desperation, both hands never leaving her crotch. She had to pee so bad! There was no way she’d be able to make it until morning, but still she laid there in agony, twisting her legs together trying to keep the massive amount of urine contained inside of her body. She hadn’t peed in almost a full day!
    Mia touched her belly with her fingers and felt her bursting, rock-hard bladder pulsing against her skin. She rolled over on her side and hugged her legs up into a fetal position. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep, and for a while, she succeeded...
     
    She awoke to the excruciating feeling of her bladder ready to pop. She was still in a fetal position, and she was absolutely exploding. It was still dark outside, and her friends were still all asleep. She scrunched her face up, waiting for the wave to subside, but it didn’t. It was an intense, excruciating ache. She needed to pee NOW.
    Mia glanced down to the bathroom, where the toilet stood invitingly. Images of countless people using it crossed her mind. She couldn’t use it, no way. Nobody uses Mia’s bathroom except for her, except her brother when he has to shower, but Amanda’s was open to guests. As far as she was concerned, there seemed to be nowhere she could pass water at the moment, even though she really really needed to.
    Her belly was hurting so bad that Mia was afraid she was doing actual harm to her body by holding it in this long. She rolled over on her back and touched her abdomen. Her bulge was so much bigger now, and sensitive to the touch. She looked at the clock, which read 4:06 AM. She couldn’t hold it any longer. She was in excruciating agony. She got up gingerly, holding back whimpers. She couldn’t stand up straight at all, and walking felt like daggers in her bursting bladder. She waddled slowly over to the toilet with both hands squeezing her crotch. She turned the light on and, out of curiosity, shakily lifted her shirt to see if she could see the bump in her belly, and she could. ‘Jesus Christ I look pregnant’ she thought. She looked at the toilet, willing herself to hurry up and do it. She needed to go so badly, but she just couldn’t bring herself to sit down on the toilet. The poor girl didn’t know what to do.
    She left the bathroom, defeated. Mia was constantly bending over, even when walking, because standing up straight squeezed her bladder in an awful way. Walking took much longer than usual, too. Every step she took was like a punch to the tummy. She waddled back to the couch and flumped down, pee sloshing around inside her. She was on the verge of tears as she tried to fall asleep, wishing to god that she’d wake up and go home immediately so she could urinate. She decided she’d have to do something drastic.
    Waddling as fast as she could, (which wasn’t very fast at all), she made her way to the stairs. On the first step she took, she spurted. Mia squeezed even harder and shut her eyes, holding back choked whimpers of pain. Urine still leaked out of her burning urethra as she did this, and once it finally stopped, there was a small, golf-ball sized patch on the crotch of her pajama bottoms. She needed to pee NOW.
    She painstakingly made her way down the steps. She was quite wet by the time she reached the bottom, and she could feel it on her fingers which perpetually squeezed between her legs. The bursting girl went to the front door and opened it up as silently as she could. Then she slipped out and waddled over to the side of the yard where a rather large bush was. For a moment, she hesitated. Her screaming bladder was begging to be emptied, but she stood there for a few seconds. She spurted again, and she held it with all her might again, despite having the opportunity to pee. She was too dignified to pee outside, too germaphobic to pee in the toilet... What was she going to do? In her extreme desperation and pain-filled state, she started to cry. She was bent over with both hands buried in between her legs, sobbing from needing to pee so badly. She spurted again and actually fell to her knees in an effort to hold it in, her urethra burning even worse than before. When her stream subsided, her butt was soaked. A few minutes passed before she was able to bring herself to relieve the screaming agony in her bladder. She gingerly stood up, pulled her pajama bottoms down to her knees, and squatted down. She thought she would burst immediately, but she didn’t. She still felt the extreme need to urinate.
    She was shaking, and still crying a little. Most of all, she wanted to pee. She needed to pee. Mia was confused as to why she couldn’t let go now, when just before she was fighting to keep it inside her. From a lack of balance, she fell on her butt, jarring her overfull belly and sloshing the urine around inside her. She massaged her bladder and pushed on it, but it was only causing her more pain. She had to go so bad! Why couldn’t she go?
    She pulled her pants and underwear completely off and spread her pussy lips apart with her fingers. She pictured waterfalls and babbling brooks, begging her body to let her release the ocean of urine pent up inside her. The screaming, pulsing ache of her bladder was too much for the poor girl to bear. No matter how much she pushed, she couldn’t pee. It was torture!
    Mia felt a fart bubbling up in her belly, which was the last thing she needed right now. Her bladder was ready to burst open, and now the three slices of pizza have come back to haunt her. It only added to the awful pressure on her bladder. She shouldn’t have eaten so much pizza, knowing she was lactose intolerant. Behind the pain in her bladder, she felt huge amounts of gas traveling from her belly to her anus. A loud, booming fart was released without her even pushing. In a way, she was glad she didn’t use the toilet, because she wouldn’t have been able to hold that in. She wasn’t done, though. Her stomach was hurting badly, on top of the excruciating pain in her bladder. She felt more gas making its way through her body, then she released another lengthy fart.
    There was so much discomfort in her lower half, she could hardly take it. “Ohhh... why can’t I pee?” she groaned, “I have to go so bad...” She was genuinely concerned about her health. This couldn’t be good for her. It felt like her belly was going to burst!
    Mia stood up on shaking legs. It felt weird being naked outside, almost dirty, but that was the least of her concerns.
    ‘Maybe if I walk around a bit it will be easier to go, like when I walk my dog...’ she thought. Her bursting bladder was protruding out of her belly with the immense amount of urine it was holding. It felt like she was carrying around a bowling ball. Between her rumbling tummy and her screaming bladder, Mia found it rather difficult to walk around, but she managed to go around in a circle, still bent over. It felt like knives, and it didn’t help. All she managed to relieve herself of was more gas. She decided to try to sit on the toilet. She already sat on the ground, she might as well sit on a filthy toilet seat. Perhaps her body is so used to peeing in a bathroom, she can’t go anywhere else.
    She brushed the dirt off her butt and gingerly pulled her pajama bottoms on, trying not to squish her liquid-filled belly too much. Mia couldn’t believe how badly she needed to urinate, and the fact that she couldn’t release her fluids scared her. She waddled up the yard with her hands in closed fists at her side, and when she went up the steps to the front porch, she felt it.
    She started leaking into her pants.
    Immediately, Mia yanked down her pajama bottoms, sat on the steps, and exploded. Pee sprayed out of her like a fire hose and pattered against the concrete driveway. The relief she felt was immense. She couldn’t help but moan with pleasure at the feeling of her overstretched bladder finally being emptied. Her legs shook and her head fell back in pure bliss. The stream went strong for nearly three minutes before dying down. She massaged the last few spurts out of her bladder with her hands and let out a sigh of relief. It felt so good to finally be empty again after nearly a full day of holding. She pulled her pants back up and looked at the huge, gleaming puddle of urine she’d produced. She had no idea she could even hold that much. It dropped over the sides of the concrete into the grass and travelled downhill to the street.
    She farted again, then again. Then she felt a different kind of fullness in her belly.
    “Oh, no,” she groaned to herself. Her lactose intolerance wasn’t done punishing her for the three cheese pizzas she ate. She just hoped she could hold it until she got home.
    She crept back in the house and tip-toed up the stairs. She was on her way to her bed when it hit her hard, and suddenly she needed to go NOW. She ran to the bathroom, pinching her cheeks together with her right hand. She hesitated again, but not because the toilet was dirty. She knew she would be loud with this, and she didn’t want to go through the humiliation of waking her friends up with a bowel movement.
    Mia hopped from foot to foot, both hands on her butt, wondering what to do. She felt like crying again, but there was something comical about her current situation. She really couldn’t catch a break tonight.
    A fart escaped her without warning, and she knew she didn’t have much time. She grabbed the toilet paper off the holder and bolted outside as quietly as possible. When she got to the spot behind the bush, she realized something. Poop was different than pee. You can’t just go in the grass, you need to dig a hole or something, right? Amanda didn’t have a dog she could blame it on. She hopped from foot to foot trying to think of what she could do, releasing another fart every thirty seconds. She twisted her legs around like a pretzel and squeezed her butt in desperation. If she didn’t come up with something quick, it was going to be bad.
    She sprinted around to the backyard, hoping to God there’d be a way to empty her bloated belly. She noticed an old tool shed in the corner of the yard. The desperate girl ran in and searched for a shovel in the disorganized pile of tools that laid about, the whole time squirming and fidgeting trying to keep the volcano from erupting. When she found one at last, she took it to the bush and stuck it in the soft dirt. That small amount of exertion strained her bowels even further and made her need worsen. She hopped around and squeezed her butt waiting for the wave to pass, but like her bladder before, it didn’t. With one hand clenching her bottom with all her might, she pushed the shovel downward so it pulled up the dirt and clattered to the ground.
    ‘Oops, that was a little loud...’ she thought, hoping no one in the house heard it. The divot she made didn’t look big enough unfortunately, so while patting her butt with her hand, she picked the shovel back up and stuck it in the ground again. After a moment of desperate writhing, she pushed it down again, this time letting it fall on her foot as to not make so much noise.
    Mia had no idea it would hurt that bad.
    Hopping on one foot, struggling to keep herself from crying out, she cradled her poor, crushed foot in her hands and actually forgot about her dire need for a moment. A couple of tears fell from her face as she limped back over to the hole and threw the shovel aside.
    ‘It looks big enough now,’ she thought, squeezing her butt now that her desperation returned. She yanked down her pants and squatted over the hole, immediately exploding. She could feel her stomach actually getting smaller. It was loud, but she wasn’t sure if it was worth it to come all the way outside and hold it for that much longer. Once she finished, she wiped herself and filled the hole back up, then crept inside and washed her feet off in the sink (for they had been extremely dirty). Mia crawled back in bed, finally feeling empty for the first time in hours. She drifted off into a peaceful sleep...
     
    Mia was the last one to wake up. It was a little after noon, and her mom was already there to pick her up. Her bladder was full again, but even though she had sat in the dirt last night, she didn’t relieve herself in Amanda’s bathroom.
    She said bye to Amanda and thanked her parents, then got in the car to go home.
    “Did you have fun?” her mother asked. She nodded, but the only thing she could think about was her full, bloated bladder pulsing against the waistband of her pajama bottoms. When she got home, she went straight to her bathroom.
    “Hello, old friend,” she thought as she sat on her own toilet and released her water the right way.
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    huberp76 reacted to Quackduck for a blog entry, Superhuman   
    In an undisclosed location lies a school for students with unique abilities and gifts. These abilities can include flight, invisibility, super strength, et cetera... This school is meant to allow these students to explore and hone their skills, so that they can safely control them out in the real world.
    Stepping into this school for the first time is a young girl named Paisley. She had a plaid skirt, a white shirt, thick glasses, braces, and blonde pigtails tied tightly back, the stereotypical nerdy little girl in the body of a teenager. She shuffled shyly through the hall, where students were practicing miraculous things. There was a boy reading a book while floating in mid-air, and a girl heating up her coffee with her hands alone. Paisley had powers of her own, of course, which is why she was sent to this school, though she didn't see a reason for it. Her power was invincibility, literally the safest possible power to have. She wasn't a danger to herself and others at all. Still, her mother sent her to this school to learn to control her powers. Or perhaps she only wanted her to meet some friends, something she never really knew how to do in regular school. Unfortunately, she was just as shy in this school as she was in the last.
    She pulled a crumpled map of the school from her bag and found the way to the girl's room. There were a few others in there as well, but she paid no attention to them. She flumped her bag down on bed 73 (the bed number printed at the top of the map) and took a seat at the foot of it, gazing out of the window that was placed conveniently next to it.
    "Hey," she heard someone say. She turned and saw a girl, a bit younger than her, with black braids and dark skin. She smiled widely at her. Paisley half-smiled back, closed-mouthed as to not show off her braces too much. "My name's Breanna," the girl continued, "what's yours?"
    "Paisley."
    "That's a pretty name. What's your power?"
    "I'm invincible," she said quietly.
    "Whoa! That's awesome," Breanna said, "so you can't die if someone, like, shoots you?"
    She shook her head.
    "Huh. That's weird."
    Paisley looked out the window again.
    "I can move electricity," Breanna said.
    "Cool," Paisley murmured, not taking her gaze from the window.
    "See, watch." She got up and touched a lamp, causing the light to flicker for a moment. Then she walked over and touched Paisley on the arm. It shocked her rather badly.
    "Ow!"
    "See? I usually only do it a little bit from a battery or something, but you said you were invincible."
    "I still feel it..." she muttered, rubbing her arm.
    "My parents found out that I'm super when I was really little. I would turn on the TV just by touching it and stuff. I'd always zap my brothers when they were annoying, then I'd say it was an accident so I wouldn't get in trouble, which is why they sent me here I think, but I have pretty good control over my power. How'd you find out you were super?"
     "I ran out in front of a car once when I was really little, like three or four. I had no marks at all when I got back up."
    "That's crazy. You could be a superhero or something. I'll be right back, I gotta pee." Breanna got up and left the room. Paisley felt a faint ache in her bladder, and wouldn't have minded going herself. She thought it'd be awkward to follow Breanna there, so after  she got back, she waited about five minutes before asking.
    "Could you tell me where the restroom is?" she asked.
    "It's the first left when you go down the stairs on your right," Breanna explained. Paisley followed these directions, but when she reached her destination, her heart sank. It was a multi-stall bathroom, one with a couple other people in it already. She hated these. She could never relieve herself when other people were in there. She even found it impossible to go when she was alone in one with the possibility of other people entering was looming over her. She returned to her bed and looked out the window, but it wasn't long before Breanna started talking to her again.
    "So if you're invincible, does that mean you don't have to eat?"
    Paisley giggled. "I don't have to, but I feel hungry and thirsty. If I chose not to eat, I wouldn't die, but I would feel like I'm starving."
    "Ohhh, that's weird." The two talked for a long time, and Paisley gradually opened up more and more, until one of the professors called "Lights out in ten!" All the girls promptly changed into their pajamas, and most went down to brush their teeth. Paisley shyly put a shirt over the other, then removed the shirt underneath. She did the same with her pajama shorts, which were much easier because she was wearing a skirt. Then she brushed her teeth and went to bed. "Night," Breanna said, as the whole place went dark. Paisley laid down, but couldn't sleep very well. It was about an hour into the night when the aching in her bladder was becoming more intense. This was the moment she was waiting for to go, though, when the entire school was quiet and nobody was (probably) in the bathrooms. She got out of bed and crept outside, and was immediately met by one of the professors.
    "What do you think you're doing?" she hissed.
    "Th- uh, I need to go to the restroom, ma'am."
    "You can't leave the bunks at night! Go back to bed."
    She went shamefully back to her bed and tried to sleep. When she woke up in the morning, she really had to go. The fidgety girl changed into a clean shirt and skirt and rushed to the bathroom, where, unfortunately, was a crowd of girls all brushing their teeth, showering, and relieving themselves. Paisley couldn't bring herself to pee with all those people around, so she simply brushed her teeth and went to breakfast.
    "Sit with me," Breanna told her in the lunch line, nudging her arm. She did. There was another girl and two boys there. The girl introduced herself as Dana, and the boys introduced themselves as Benny and Blaine. They were twins. They talked and laughed all breakfast long, though Paisley contributed very little to the conversation, due to her shyness and her distracting need. She was rather hungry, though, and had her breakfast with a tall glass of orange juice. After that, she went to her first lesson.
    "So," her professor said, reading a single paper from an envelope. "You're invincible, but you can still feel pain?"
    Paisley nodded her head, squirming a little in her chair.
    "You don't have any other power, correct?"
    Paisley shook her head and crossed her legs, tapping her jittery fingers against her legs.
    "You nervous?"
    She shrugged. Her professor laughed. "Well," she said, "invincibility is a form of stagnant ward, which means you may have the potential to wield some sort of forceful power. The pain you feel, though," she scratched her head, "it's an interesting situation. It could mean some sort of healing magic. Would you want to be a healer?"
    Paisley shrugged again, tightening her legs.
    "You should think about it," her professor told her. The rest of the time was more technical things. She learned how she can grow her powers and morph them into what she wants to be. At lunch, she sat at Breanna's table again and they talked about it, though she avoided conversation as much as possible. She needed a toilet really badly now. Her full bladder felt like a bowling ball in her tummy, pulsing with every step she took and aching with every moment she didn't give it relief. Still, she ate her lunch and drank a lemonade.
    After lunch, they were allowed outside in the courtyard. It was a very beautiful place. The grass was green and the yard was huge. There was a tall fountain in the center of the courtyard, but it wasn't on, luckily for her. Paisley paid little attention to the scenery anyway, since her belly was so full of hot piss that she could barely concentrate. Breanna invited her to play frisbee, which she denied for obvious reasons. She stayed back alone and tried her best to get lost in a book. Every few seconds, she had to change positions when she felt too uncomfortable. The constant throbbing was making it impossible to read. After that, the students were led back inside where they were taught standard topics to make up for what they were missing in school. Then they left for dinner.
    Paisley ate her pork chops with a glass of milk. She was discreetly rocking back and forth in pain, caressing her bladder whenever no one was looking at her. Dinner ended, but when she stood up, she nearly fell back into her seat. Paisley was absolutely bursting at the seams. She could barely stand up straight, and it hurt to walk. She waddled her way to the bunks and sat down until lights out. She didn't bother brushing her teeth, she just laid down in her bed and curled up into a fetal position. By that point, most girls would have wet themselves, but Paisley wasn't most girls. If you remember, she can go as long as she wants without food or water, but she'll feel like she's starving. This applies to all other bodily functions as well. She's never thrown up, even when she felt so nauseous she thought she'd die. She's once stayed up for an entire week binge-watching a show without ever passing out. She's also never wet herself after her potty training. It was part of her power. So poor Paisley laid there curled up in pain, her bladder begging to be relieved. It took her a long time to fall asleep, but she did, and when she woke up in the morning, it was an absolute emergency. 
    Paisley felt like she could cry. Her rock-hard bladder had begun to protrude out of her belly, pulsing and throbbing and hurting to no end. She sat up, gritting her teeth, and changed into her regular clothes. Bending down was excruciatingly painful, but she stifled her moans. The poor girl waddled to breakfast, and talked even less than the day before. She ate, but she didn't drink. At her lesson, her professor showed her to a room just up the steps from the bunks. Climbing up the stairs was torture, but again, Paisley composed herself well. After all, she was in no danger of wetting.
    The room was one of many. Hers was number 73, the very last one at the end of the hall.
    "This is where you can go for privacy," her professor said, opening the door to reveal a chair, a table, and a bookshelf. "You can personalize it however you want. It has a lock, it's soundproof, and this is the one place you're allowed to go at night."
    Paisley's ears perked up. If she could leave her bed at night, for any reason, she could have an excuse to use the restroom, right? She realized her legs were shaking, and she tensed her lower half to stop them. She also straightened her posture, which had faltered, and ignored the searing bladder pain that standing up straight was causing her.
    "You have this place so you can practice your power," she explained. "Superpowers are rooted in emotion. It's as personal as personal can be. There's only so much I can teach you in the classroom, the rest you need to unlock yourself. Just be careful with this door, though. Sometimes it sticks."
    Paisley strenuously made it through the day, but the poor girl needed to pee so badly she couldn't stand it. Every time something happened that would jar her bladder, she'd gasp or wince and hold back tears. At lunch, she ate but didn't drink, just like breakfast. She denied the invitation to play frisbee and suffered through her school lessons with extreme difficulty. Her handwriting was far worse than usual because her hands were shaking. She felt her skirt digging painfully into her tummy, and her bursting bladder pressing up against her other organs. By the time dinner rolled around, her neglect of any kind of drink was haunting her. On top of her dire and unbearable need to urinate, she was parched. Her throat was dry, and she couldn't get through dinner without anything to drink. She downed two tall glasses of water.
    Paisley looked down at her bloated stomach. She looked pregnant. She couldn't stop shaking, so she put both of her hands in between her knees until it was time to go back to the bunks. She waddled agonizingly to her bed. Bending down to change was also torture. She could feel her bladder squishing around like a water balloon inside her when her legs pressed against it. She couldn't stop a couple tears from going down her face, but she wiped them away quickly. The poor, bursting girl crawled into bed, holding back sobs of agony. She ran her fingers over her bloated, overfilled bladder and winced. It was sensitive to the touch. She rolled over on her side, gripping the bedsheet hard and biting into her pillow. Her bladder felt like it was going to tear and spill every drop of urine it was holding. She writhed around in agony, biting hard into her knuckles. Paisley pulled the waistband of her shorts and underwear away from her belly for the small amount of relief it gave. She glanced down past her huge, bulging belly at her pussy, which was locked shut and holding the floodgates at bay. She gripped it in hopes of feeling a little less desperate, but instead felt something different. A shockwave of pleasure spread from between her legs, through her bladder, and then shot through her entire body.
    She gasped.
    Paisley had never felt it so intensely like that before. She'd masturbated, but it's never been that good. Could it be her need to pee? It still hurt so bad. She wanted nothing more than to empty herself, but she had to try something. Painstakingly, the poor girl crawled out of bed and made her way out of the bunks, hunched over as to not jar her bladder too much.
    The patter of her bare feet against the cold ground was reverberating off the walls, but she didn't care. As she left the bunks, she caught sight of one of the professors, the same one who told her off the night before, roaming the halls. The toilet wasn't an option, but it wasn't her destination at the moment. She had both hands caressing her enormous bladder as she went up the stairs. Her tortured tummy felt like it was going to explode with pee. She got to room 73, where she rushed in, shut the door, and collapsed to her knees.
    "Ohhh!!!" she moaned, on the verge of sobbing. "Owwwww..." Both of Paisley's shaking hands were clutching the sides of her shorts so hard her knuckles were white. Her screaming bladder pulsed with extraordinary pain. She yanked her cotton shorts and underwear down and laid on the floor. She writhed around in pure desperation, punching the ground and moaning in misery. The searing agony of her dire need was visible in the way her gorged, overstretched bladder bulged out of her stomach. It looked like she'd swallowed a bowling ball. She gripped her crotch again, and felt the same pleasure she did before. She moaned blissfully, her eyes rolling madly in her head, while she felt every fiery nerve that commanded relief suddenly stimulate in a wave of euphoria. Her heart was racing, her chest rising up and down as her fingers worked like magic in between her legs. Her belly pulsed as more liquid piled up behind her overworked sphincter, but she welcomed it. While her right hand continued, she brought her left hand up to her bladder and applied some pressure.
    "Huhhn---" she moaned, feeling it push on her other organs. She pushed down harder, and her entire body was rocked with bliss. Waves of sexual energy were sent throughout her entire being, and she came. It was the best orgasm she'd ever had, and it left her laying there, sweating and panting, feeling relief for the first time in days. She hadn't peed though, so her relief was temporary, and her overstretched bladder was soon sending messages to her brain, begging to be emptied, screaming to be drained of the enormous amount of fluid that was pent up inside of her. It was bad, but it wasn't as bad as before. Masturbating had dulled the pain a bit. She went to get up, but her bulge pressed against her thighs.
    "Ohhh..." she moaned, dropping to the ground again. It seemed her bladder had filled even more. She laid there for a moment with her hands balled up into fists and her flushed red face contorted in excruciating pain. She rolled over to her side and pushed herself up that way, struggling to stand like a baby calf. She really looked pregnant now. Her pulsing tummy was protruding out of her so much it looked like she might pop. She bent down and pulled on her shorts and underwear, groaning miserably as her enormous belly squished against her legs. Paisley made her way to the door, hunched over and miserable, and tried the knob...
    But it didn't open.
    "Careful with the lock, sometimes it sticks," were the exact words her professor used. She pulled harder, but it didn't budge. Whimpering and stepping in place, needing to get to the toilet and empty the ocean inside of her. She yanked the door with all her might. It swung open and sent her falling on her butt, jarring her bursting bladder. She bit her lip and scrunched up her face, trying with all her might not to scream in pain. She stood back up shakily and went stiffly down the hall. I have to get to the bathroom, she thought. I can't wait until morning. It hurts so badly. If someone tells me off, I'm not going back to bed. I can't let anyone stop me from peeing...
    She turned the corner and almost walked right into someone. It startled her badly, but she didn't spill a drop. It wasn't a teacher, though. It was a girl. The girl who was heating up her coffee the other day with her fingers. She had short black hair and pale skin.
    "Uh-- ex-excuse me..." Paisley stuttered, struggling to stand up straight and look normal.
    "What are you doing out here?" she asked.
    "Uhm... I need to go the bathroom," she replied defensively. Stop talking to me, she thought, please, please stop talking so I can pee...
    "Oh yeah?" the girl asked. She touched her hand to Paisley's bladder. She was taken aback by this unexpected and rather bizarre turn of events, but something was welcoming about it. Her hand was warm and her demeanor was inviting. "I have to go, too," she whispered, taking Paisley's own hand and putting it against hers. It was rock-hard, like Paisley's, but not nearly as large. She was surprised that the girl wasn't showing any signs of desperation. Paisley's hand was shaking from her dire need, but the girl's hand was steady and calm. "That's the biggest bulge I've ever seen," she said, "I didn't even know it was possible to get that big." She met eyes with her. "I see you skipping your morning piss every day, and squirming all class long. You like to hold your pee, don't you?"
    Paisley didn't know how to respond. The entire situation seemed kind of surreal. "How long have you been holding?"
    She decided to just go with it. "T- uh, two days."
    Her eyes went huge. "Two days!? That's impossible!"
    "M-My power is t-that m-my body can't be d-damaged. I-I've never involuntarily w-wet myself."
    "Oh. Only voluntarily, then?" She winked.
    "No, no! I don't t-think you underst-stand. I really need to go. I can't take it anymore." She started stepping in place again. The dullness that her orgasm had granted was wearing off.
    "You can hold it a little longer, can't you? It would feel so good," she pressed down on Paisley's belly. Pain shot through her abdomen and she pulled away.
    "I r-really can't. I don't even d-do this often," she gripped the sides of her shorts, "It hurts so badly, I f-feel like I'm gonna explode."
    "So do I!" the girl said, shifting a little. It was the first physical sign she gave that she needed to go. "Look, I'm not trying to pressure you into anything, but I've been holding my pee in just for you. I figured we could fuck around a little bit. I really don't want to go back to sleep while I need to go this bad."
    "I'm not-- completely opposed t-to it," Paisley admitted, "but I r-really can't take this anymore. It h-hurts so badly." Both of her hands had found their way to her belly, caressing it as pulsed pulsed and screamed, begging to be emptied. Tears were starting to well up in her eyes.
    "She's not going to let you into the bathroom," the girl told her. "Not even I can sneak through. She's always patrolling the halls at night, making sure we don't meet up with any of the boys. Plus, I wouldn't even know how to get past the lock."
    "L-lock?"
    "Yeah, they lock the bathrooms at night. You didn't know that? They think we're gonna fuck in there or something." The girl bent forward a little bit and pulled on the waistband of her pajama pants. A wave had hit, apparently.
    "What am I gonna do?" Paisley moaned, wiping her eyes. "I have to go so bad I feel like I might burst open!"
    "I can give you some relief," the girl said, "it would be better than squirming around in bed for the next five hours."
    "Five hours! Oh my god..."
    "Hey, at least you can't wet yourself! I'm on the verge of leaking here!"
    Paisley sighed a shuddery breath. By 'fuck around,' this girl obviously wanted to do something sexual, which she kind of wanted to do, but a realization that she was completely and utterly inexperienced flashed through her mind. She'd kissed one person before; a little red-haired girl. It was the sixth grade. Still, her enormous, rock-hard bladder was begging for relief, and it took priority over her possible embarrassment. The girl was waiting impatiently, tapping her foot and fidgeting ever so slightly.
    "You wanna go?" she finally asked. Paisley nodded. "Alright, let's go. Hurry hurry hurry! Which room's yours? Mine wouldn't be a very good spot for this."
    She waddled painfully to her room. She entered and immediately collapsed onto the floor, whimpering and caressing her bloated bladder. It hurting so badly. All she wanted to do was empty it, but she'd have to find relief elsewhere. She writhed and squirmed, hitting the ground and biting her knuckles. She saw the girl give herself a quick squeeze. "What are you doing?" she asked, stepping a little in place.
    "It hurts," Paisley replied, "it feels like my stomach is gonna tear open!"
    The girl smiled and kneeled down, moving her hand over Paisley's screaming bladder. "I'm Vera by the way. I know you're Paisley, I heard you talking to Breanna." The desperate girl nodded, sweat dripping down her face. Vera lifted Paisley's shirt up to reveal her bulge. "Jesus fucking Christ!" she exclaimed, laughing. "You're sure you don't do this often?" She pressed down hard on it. Paisley jumped and yelped.
    "No no no no no no, please please please don't do that!" Every nerve in her shaking body was on fire.
    "Don't do what?" Vera feigned innocence and slapped Paisley on the belly.
    "Owwww, don't, please--"
    "Your body can't get damaged, right?"
    She nodded. Vera pushed down hard on her bladder. It was enough to make Paisley cry out, tears running down her face. She laid there nearly sobbing for a minute.
    "I have a water bottle in my bag," Vera said, "you need me to go get it? You can pee at least a little bit so it's not so bad." She nodded, and Vera leapt up and ran out to get it. She looked down at her overstretched belly. The faint pulsing of the ocean of urine she was holding was sending throbs that she felt through her entire lower half. Vera returned promptly and handed her the bottle. It was much larger than Paisley was expecting.
    "I was saving it for myself, but it seems like you need it more," she said, squirming and squeezing herself much more than she was before. "It was full, so I had to drink the water."
    Paisley strenuously rose to her feet, hobbled over to the chair, and gingerly sat down. She looked up at Vera with worried eyes.
    "You're not gonna be the first one, huh?" she asked, giggling. "Alright, then." Vera pulled down her pants and completely exposed her privates. Paisley's eyes went wide. She gently pulled her shorts down and put the bottle up to her pussy. For the first time in days, she relaxed. Urine immediately burst out of her like a firehose, exploding full force into the bottle. She moaned and let her head drop back, smiling blissfully. The feeling of relief was nearly orgasmic, until Vera shouted.
    "Paisley!"
    She snapped back into reality and saw the bottle nearly overflowing. She immediately cut off the stream, which proved to be astoundingly painful.
    "Ah! Ah! Owwwww... Fuck!!" She squeezed herself hard, not to stop urine from continuing to gush out, but because her urethra was burning like it was on fire. Her bladder was still in an extreme amount of pain, bulging out just a little less than before. She placed the bottle, which was filled to the brim with her hot piss, on the table in front of her. "God, that was torture..." she muttered, bent over and pushing her hands into her groin.
    "Torture for me, maybe!" Vera said, twisting like a pretzel. "I had to watch you explode like that. It was kind of crazy to watch your bulge get smaller, though." She bobbed up and down with her hands between her legs. "You sure you're still up to fuck around?"
    "Will it make me feel better?"
    "It'll be relieving in its own way."
    She shook her head and shrugged. "Honestly, I'd do anything to have this hurt less."
    Vera didn't waste any time. She came up and kissed her on the lips. Paisley's heart fluttered with excitement, though she was still so filled with liquid that she was shaking like a leaf. Vera started dancing in place desperately and ended up sitting on Paisley's leg, scooting back and forth and tapping her crotch, still kissing her. She leaned in and accidentally drove her knee directly into Paisley's bladder.
    "Ohhh..." she moaned, lurching forward.
    "Oh shit!" Vera laughed, still squirming heavily. "I didn't mean to do that. Fuck! Okay, I'm not trying to rush or anything, but we need to get going before I pee myself, okay?" She pulled Paisley's chin up and kissed her again, scooting back and forth even faster. They made out for a few minutes, as Vera's desperate potty dance got more and more animated. Paisley's hand was constantly gripping the side of the chair, and she continued to kiss Vera through the pulsing, unbearable pain in her tummy. She felt a dampness on her leg where Vera was scooting, and she knew she was starting to lose control. Neither of them were wearing any pants to absorb anything. After a couple more minutes, Vera pulled away.
    "If I can be honest, I've never done this before and I don't know where to start. I just know when I masturbate, I stop having to pee so badly and it feels really good. We need to get going 'cause I'm starting to pee." She pointed to a shiny patch on Paisley's pale thigh...
    unfinished
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