Chloe was riding to class on her pennyboard, her skirt waving in the wind and her morning pee sloshing heavily around in her bladder with every kick. The lecture was going to be long, but she missed the bus and would've been late if she took the time to use the bathroom before she left. She popped a mint in her mouth as she rode through the campus, putting the penny board in her bag as she walked through the doors.
She sat down in her seat and was moving her butt around within minutes, discomfort pulsing away in her lower belly. Despite this, she finished the entirety of the coffee-filled hydroflask before the lecture was even halfway over. As time dragged on, the aching from her urinary system grew more and more intense until she was fighting the urge to do a full-blown potty dance in her chair. It was distracting for sure, but her mind was on something else. She was going to ask out the cute girl who sat behind her.
She did it in the form of a note she childishly passed to her. It was a simple one: Hey Summer! Would you want to meet up after class and go to a movie?
Her heart was racing as she waited for a response. She didn't dare look back until she felt a tap on her shoulder. She took her note back and read it.
I don't have time for a movie because I have to work... If we hurry over to the diner after class, I might have enough time for a bite to eat?
Chloe's heart was racing. She was so excited she could cry. She turned around and gave her a smile, which was promptly returned. She felt like she was going to melt.
She had to pee so badly by the time class ended that she was sweating. She pulled her bag onto her lap to get her things together, discreetly giving herself a squeeze underneath.
"We can take my car," Summer suddenly said next to her, nearly making her jump. Her hand quickly left her crotch, though she really wanted to hold herself. "I know you ride your skateboard or whatever that is. I'm parked by the field."
Chloe smiled, though her heart dropped a little. The field was pretty far away, which meant she had to compose herself throughout the entire walk there. Her bladder was full of a lot of piss, but the last thing she wanted to do was hold Summer up by running to the bathroom. "Cool. What kinda car you drive?" she asked, standing up. From her urinary system came a bit more pressure.
"It's an oldie," she chuckled as they left the classroom. "Nothing cool."
It was almost only thing Chloe could think about. Her howling urge to urinate was impossible to ignore. She wanted to focus on holding it in, but she wanted to talk with Summer more. When she wasn't talking, she was holding her breath from the stress and discomfort.
She walked stiffly the entire way until they finally reached a beat up pickup truck.
When Summer turned the ignition, the car violently rumbled to life, the seats shaking mechanically. It jostled Chloe's bladder in a terrible way.
"Sorry, it's a little loud!" Summer said. She patted the dashboard. "She's old."
It was even worse when she was driving. It felt like there were no shocks at all on the vehicle. Every bump on the road was an uncomfortable jolt. Liquid sloshed around against the taut walls of Chloe's overstretched organ, begging for relief in the form of desperate pangs of pressure. Summer wasn't the smoothest driver, either.
She was honestly impressed with her ability to stay composed. Years of almost constant urine retention must have sharpened her holding skills, she thought, and her limit was honestly probably further than she currently gauged it. Sure, accidents happened, but at the end of the day, she's in perfect control of her own body.
Summer suddenly leapt out of the seat. "Oh fuck! Is it that late!? Oh my god, I don't even have time to change!" She looked up at Chloe, guilt and panic stricken. "Is-is this too far for you to ride home? I don't know where you live... I can still give you a ride if you need it--"
"No, no, it's all good! It's not that far." It was over twice the distance of the trek to the school. She squished her thighs together.
"Are you sure? I'm so sorry!"
A particularly urgent wave rocked her urinary system. She fought the urge to jolt her body and hold herself, and she almost lost. Her voice sounded a little strained as she said "don't worry about it. I like riding around town on that thing."
Summer smiled. "Thanks. I gotta go, but this was a lot of fun!" she threw down much more than what her food cost and rushed out of the diner. Chloe's heart was pounding with excitement.
When the check was paid, she got up and shuffled carefully to the counter. "Excuse me, where's your bathroom?" she asked, trying not to look too pleading.
"It's out of order, I'm sorry," the waitress replied.
She swallowed. "That's okay," she said. She went outside, leaning on her hands on her knees and taking a deep breath before heading home.
Chloe needed to urinate so fucking badly.
She froze as urine squirted out of her for about four harrowing seconds, liquid dribbling down her legs and blowing off in beads behind her. She winced and steeled herself, squeezing her hands into fists and wincing until the stream stopped.
The discomfort was unbearably intense. It felt like her bladder was physically squeezing, trying to force the urine out into her underwear. The poor girl was in agony.
She rushed inside and slammed the front door behind her, not even noticing her sister on the couch. She busted into the bathroom, feeling herself starting to lose control. Not bothering to lock the door, she lifted her skirt and jumped onto the toilet in one frantic motion, immediately letting go into her white undies. She exploded into the already damp fabric. "Hnngh! Ohhh fuck..." she moaned in almost a whisper.
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 climbed into bed, I could feel the weight of my bladder shift inside of me. He pulled my panties off and it got even harder to hold.
As time passed, my need only got worse. Liquid sloshed around inside me with every thrust. It was starting to get so bad that I couldn’t stand it.
“Okay, Bryce, I have to piss, like, now.”
He laughed and kissed me. I wanted to run to the bathroom so bad but I didn’t want to ruin the mood, even though my bladder was full to bursting.
I waited even longer until I was a trembling mess, severely aching to piss. I could barely even think about anything else. He pulled out and started eating me out, his inexperienced tongue mostly just teasing me. I squeezed my breasts hard. “Bryce, I don’t know if I can hold it in much longer.”
“I can see how swollen your bladder is,” he said, running his hand over my belly. “Your pussy is all puffy, too.”
I furrowed my brow. “Are you—“ I started, but didn’t continue. A little bit later he went back to fucking me properly. I was pretty sure he ‘ate me out’ so he could last longer, but it was no favor to me. Eventually, when I was way overfull and ready to quit and sprint to the toilet, I felt myself approaching climax. I felt the familiar warm waves of pleasure, and I moaned slightly. Then suddenly, shockwaves of ecstasy spread through my bladder and my shaking legs, making me gasp. I held him closer as it washed over my body like the tide from the ocean.
It was the best orgasm I’d ever had. He kept going for a couple minutes afterwards. I felt him going faster. “Don’t stop,” I told him, even though I wasn’t close to another one. I just wanted another orgasm like that one again. He came and rolled over next to me, out of breath. I needed to pee unbelievably badly.
“Do you want to go again?” I asked impatiently, beginning to squirm and hold myself.
“I didn’t make you come?” he asked sheepishly.
“No, you did! But you were right. My bladder is so fucking full I can’t stand it, but it was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”
He smiled. “I need a minute, though.”
I didn’t have a minute. I needed to go soon. I scooted forward and sat on the foot of the bed, holding myself and grinding into the mattress, but I knew it wasn’t enough. The sex was what was keeping the gallons of urine inside me. I squirted directly onto the bed and I lurched forward, squeezing myself hard. I stood up so I wouldn’t get any more on his sheets.
“Oh my god,” I groaned miserably, my screaming, overfilled bladder begging me for relief. I squirted again, this time directly on the floor. “Mm- Are you ready yet?”
“It’s only been, like, a minute.”
“I have to- okay, I’m p-past my limit. I can’t s-stop leaking. I don’t want to make a mess, I’m just g-gonna go pee...”
“Just get a towel,” he said. “They’re in the bathroom, under the sink. Don’t pee yet.”
I did what he told me. I avoided looking at the toilet as best I could as I retrieved a large blue towel. I held it on my crotch as I waddled back, since I had leaked the entire way there. I felt a fart bubble up in my belly, but I held it in since Bryce was right there.
“Hold on,” Bryce said, “let me go get you something.”
As soon as he left the room, I tried to take the opportunity to pass gas, but as soon as I even remotely relaxed my muscles, urine began leaking out. I had no choice. I had to hold everything or nothing.
I still held the towel between my legs.
