Pain

Day-VIII The Queen’s Calm The morning came and Her Highness woke up with a dull ache in her bladder. Outside her tent, men were stirring. She heard the whicker of horses, Sir Mandon complaining of stiffness in his back, Sir George calling for his sword. Queen Charlotte wished they would just shut up and let her sleep. They were good men, loyal, yet she wanted them to go away so she could rest a little while longer. Her need to urinate had been mounting steadily and had reached a new peak through the night. Though still not desperate she wished she could find some relief, but then she looked at Farlen who was still sound asleep and she thought of all the fun the boy had been having, it brought a smile to her face to think that she was the reason he was so happy even away from home. Someday, she promised herself as she lay abed, one day she would allow herself to be just a woman with a bladder that needs emptying. But not today. It could not be today. Today she had to be the Iron Queen for the boy who had completely forgotten about his uncomfortable bed wettings. Outside the tent, Sir Lambert was stirring oats into a kettle, while Sir Deric sat sharpening the blade of his sword. “Your Highness, I found some nettles and brewed a tea,” Sir Lambert announced when Charlotte stepped out of the tent, “Will m’lady take a pot?” “Yes, with thanks.” “And, my Queen,” Sir Deric followed, “There are birds in this grass. Would you fancy a roast quail to break your fast this morning?” “Tea is sufficient for me . . . and oats along with it for the rest of the party, I think. We have many leagues yet to ride, Sir Deric.” “As you will, my Queen,” the knight’s face looked dejected, the tips of his great mustache twitching with disappointment. “Oats and tea, and what could be better?” He was one of the fattest men Charlotte had ever known, but however much he loved his food, he loved his honor more. “Ask the tea to be sent to my tent,” Her Highness spoke, “And tell Elizabeth that I summon her at once.” With that, Charlotte walked back into her pavilion to find Farlen awake and smiling, “O’ my fair, Queen! How are you this morning? Do you need a piss?” “Not at all, my Lord” Charlotte smiled back, standing defiantly with her legs wide apart, “A Queen can hold her waters as long as she wishes to.” “Oh, is that so?” Farlen said, looking curiously at the size her bladder had grown. “Yes, absolutely!” she answered, “To be honest, I don’t feel anything more in my bladder than a small tinkle! I am perfectly fine!” Charlotte said. “Well, I believe you, Your Highness” Farlen answered, “You do not look like you need a piss at all.” They broke midway from their conversation when they heard the sound of the tent flaps as Elizabeth walked in, carrying the teapot and a cup on a tray of shining steel. Farlen could tell by her face that she was scared to come before the Queen, “Did you call for me, Your Highness?” “Yes, I want you to help me get ready before we get on the road,” Charlotte said. The girl nodded before she placed the tray on the table and followed the Queen behind the curtains. Her Highness had chosen a light blue dress with corset and an underskirt for the day. "Help me," she said to Elizabeth. The girl took the underskirt and held it open as Queen Charlotte removed her clothes and stepped into it. She quickly tied up the back then reached for the corset next, but Charlotte waved the girl’s hand away. "That would take too long and there's no need for it," she said, pressing her legs together under the skirt. "But my Lady, you are the Queen of Twelve Kingdoms. Traveling while in improper attire would only serve to humiliate you and upset the people." "Yes, yes," Charlotte said reluctantly. She raised her arms above her head, and Elizabeth pulled the torturous garment around her middle. She stood there, staring forward with impatience and annoyance as the young maid laced the back of the corset. Finally, she gave the strings a hard tug. Queen Charlotte squeezed her eyes shut as the corset pulled tight against her abdomen, pushing her inflated bladder, “Ah! Not so tight you simpering little fool!” she cursed her. Elizabeth frowned in response, "I beg your pardon, my Queen, but it won't close all the way," she mumbled. "I must have gained a bit of weight," Charlotte lied. "As I said before, the corset really isn't-" was all she could speak before Elizabeth gave the ropes another huge pull, and the garment wrapped itself around her. Charlotte closed her eyes tightly in an effort to contain her piss until the sudden pressure abated. Finally, Elizabeth helped the Queen with her blue dress and Her Highness was ready to leave. "Are you ready, my Queen?" Elizabeth asked. "Have you need of a chamberpot?" Charlotte glared at her. "Watch your words, you fool. I know when to call for a chamberpot. Now, I’ll have my tea before we set out." Elizabeth bowed low and turned, quickly striding out of the curtained partition. Charlotte followed, completely ignoring the way her enormous bladder throbbed with every step. She had two pots of tea upon a liter of water before they left, leaving her stomach bloated with liquids that now slowly made its way into her bladder. Her heart was pounding faster now and her head felt heavier. She could feel a violent surge of piss swirling inside her bladder. She had been consuming so much liquid and none of it had found its way out yet. It was no surprise she really needed to piss now. She had to clutch her abdomen as new urges ripped through her with every movement she made. Her bladder was strained incredibly. On any other day, Her Highness would have thought of privy breaks as a totally unnecessary waste of time. But today, she was feeling the effects of every wee she had withheld since the past seven days. But the Queen didn’t know why she felt her need to urinate surge all of a sudden. Charlotte knew that a mere two pots of tea were nothing much for her bladder. Her iron tank was meant to contain heavy volumes of piss and such little tea added with a little amount of water was something she didn’t really need to care about. Maybe it was the corset. She cursed Elizabeth for tying it so tight. But unbeknown to Her Highness, Lord Farlen had clandestinely mixed the remainder of the weeing powder into her tea while she was changing her clothes. The little boy was shivering with the anticipation of getting to watch the Queen loose control of her mammoth full bladder but Her Highness was still fighting hard to maintain her decorum. “Your Highness, is everything alright? You look a bit uncomfortable?” “O-oh, i-it’s n-nothing..” she said flustered, “I-I am fine!” Farlen could sense she was lying, he could see in her eyes she wanted nothing more than to piss in the first privy she could find, but Her Highness hid it very well. But slowly and steadily the pressure inside her bladder began to rise further and the confident Queen began to doubt if she could make it till they reached somewhere she could pee. Inns and rest houses were few and far to come by and Charlotte knew that she needed to use any opportunity she could find to relieve herself. Farlen knew the weeing powder might be working continuously by now and the strain would be too much for the Queen to take this time. He knew her bladder was full and beaten, and it was only a matter of time before she would not be able to hold it any longer. Her pursed lips and the confused and frightened look on her face told him it was true. While his mother rode inside the carriage nursing a bladder full with gallons of piss, Iwan rode affront on his horse enjoying the view of the country hills and woods. As a lover of nature, King Iwan had always preferred to spend his time in the country rather than the court. While taking on journeys, his royal standing had never isolated him from the people he met. The King was known to stop and converse with the lowborn locals who crossed his path, who he often piled them with gifts and favors. So beloved was Iwan to commons in the countryside they dubbed him “our cherished King.” Iwan stopped when he came across a small village. It was a tiny remote settlement guarded by a wooden palisade, surrounded by tall sentinels and thick pines. The farmers were working in their fields, swineherds with their pigs and a milkmaid was leading a cow. The farmers stopped what they were doing when they saw the entourage appear, “Fair morrow, my friends!” the King said, “Is there anywhere near I could find some wine and a little food to fill my stomach?” The villagers were confused, “There ain’t no inns or stays on the road that we know of, my Lord” said one of them. “This ain’t no Lord” Sir Mandon told the peasants from atop his horse, “You stand before King Iwan of the King’s Fort of Godswick, son of the Late King Owain of House Seymour and Queen Charlotte of House Torrington, grandson to Henry the Good, the Second of His Name, King of all men and Lord of the Twelve Kingdoms.” The two men fell to their knees, “Oh forgive us, Your Highness for we could not recognize you,” the other one said, “Does the Queen come along with you?” “Yes,” Iwan smiled as he stepped down of his horse, “My mother rides behind in the coach,” he answered. The traveling party could be seen from afar and the handful of villagers who lived there began to gather, “Such a great pleasure to have you at Forrest Cove, my King” said an old man as he approached the place where they stood, “I am Eadmund, Your Highness. I’ve lived here for many years and I once had the honor of hosting your grandfather, King Henry when he was passing by here with his men. I know I am but a small servant of yours but I would be blessed and honored if you and Her Highness come to my place, my good King. My wife is roasting a duck that I’m sure you’d both enjoy with some ale” he said with a smile. “That would be the most generous of you, kind Sir,” King Iwan said, more than happy to accept the offer. Dying for a piss, Queen Charlotte stepped out of the carriage, followed closely by Farlen. She tried to remain as calm and collected she could be as she clasped her hands before her crotch. She knew there must be a place somewhere here where she could urgently relieve her aching bladder. She was desperate, really desperate now, the weeing powder stretching her bladder to a painful extent. Several fat brown chickens were pecking their way along the path as she along with Iwan and Farlen accompanied the old man to his place. The Queen’s bladder was throbbing and she was beginning to worry. As they reached the old man’s yard, she spotted an outhouse and stopped, “What is it, mother?” Iwan asked. “Oh, you carry on son, I’ll join you all in a moment,” Charlotte responded. “Is everything alright?” the young King asked. “Y-yes-yes! It is!” she answered, “Now go on!” Iwan nodded and went in with the old man while Farlen couldn’t help but grin. “You look rather desperate, Your Highness,” the boy teased her playfully. “Yes, I am! My bladder is going to explode!” she added, placing a hand on her swollen front, briefly looking at the outhouse, “Now then, to make it….official…can I please go relieve myself?” Farlen was shocked. He couldn't believe that the Queen who seemed so calm and composed just moments ago had been hiding such panic. He looked at the normally confident, iron-bladdered Queen, now bursting with desperation thanks to the weeing powder and seven days without a privy, and a part of him really did want to let her get relief. She deserved it, she had been holding it for so long. But…another part of him, the part currently enjoying her predicament and the control he had over her, wanted little Farlen to see how far he could push it. The two sides wrestled in his mind for what seemed like hours but were probably only mere moments, and eventually, one side came out the victor. “Wait, Your Highness, I thought you said that a Queen can hold her waters as long as she wishes to?” he asked her with an innocent voice he’d gotten so good at using. “Well…yes…” Queen Charlotte replied, startled that the boy didn’t immediately give her permission despite her obvious need, “But I don’t know what is happening to me! I’ve never had to piss this much ever before!” she said as she pressed her thick thighs and clenched her fists on her sides, “And moreover, this is part of the game as well, letting me go! It’s still part of the game dear. Besides…I’m really bursting to go to that outhouse!” The boy decided to probe further, “But…if the game is still going on…if I asked you to wait, would you wait?” Queen Charlotte’s eyes widened further than Farlen thought possible as she realized his intentions. “Please…my sweet child…I haven’t been to the privy in over seven days now! I really do need to go, I’m afraid.” Farlen pushed on, “You didn’t answer my question, my Queen. I know you really have to go, and I’ll let you go soon, honestly, I will! But if I asked you to wait right now, would you wait?” Charlotte moaned and held her abdomen as another urge rippled inside her copiously full bladder. Finally, she said, “I don’t know if I can…I have to go so badly. Won’t you let me go?” Farlen continued to push her, “Could you wait for me?” he asked in his most pitiful, guilt-causing voice. “Sweet child….I…I…uhhh…alright! Ok, I can try for you. Yes, I can try. But promise that I can go soon, very soon. I haven’t needed to go this bad in a long time,” Charlotte responded, making a last-ditch effort to contain her unbearable urge. With a wince, she forced herself to keep her bladder tightly shut, clenching her hands at her sides but refusing to grab her crotch. “Let’s go inside,” she said to the boy, to which he nodded, and she waddled as best as she could into the small house, bladder still bulging obscenely, and still unrelieved. The Queen kept fanning her legs and squeezing her crotch under the table when she was sure no one was looking as the old woman served them with bread and roasted duck, and Farlen kept waiting for the Queen to bolt to the outhouse, game or no game. But she grimly held on to her load of piss, and amazingly she even drank a mug of beer with whatever little she ate. As everyone talked and laughed and giggled, abruptly the Queen placed a hand on her aching bladder as a gigantic wave of urgency ripped through her. “Ahhhhh!” she moaned through gritted teeth, pressing her thighs as she fought to keep her piss inside. Charlotte and Farlen made an eye contact, and they both realized that she was at her limit. Farlen knew that if he didn’t let her go, the Queen would definitely wet herself in the old man’s hut. Surely then she’d never think of playing this game with him again. He looked at her and the Queen knew she now had his permission to pee. “Pardon me, everyone, I’ll be back in a moment” she quickly got up on shaky legs, moaned once more in pain, and hobbled as quickly as she could to the door. Farlen watched her as she rushed, her bladder was so full she could not even walk straight. When she reached the door, she pushed it open faster than she had ever pushed open a door in her life before stepping outside and moving towards the outhouse over twenty steps away. She was finally going to get the satisfaction of pissing like a horse and feel the monstrous wave of urine rush out of her. Once there, Charlotte shoved the stall door to get in, but to her great dismay it didn't move, she tried harder to push but then heard a voice, “Hey! Go away!” someone was inside using the lavatory, maybe someone from their traveling party. Charlotte let out a labored breath as she held the wall of the outhouse for support, standing on one foot and bending on the knee as she crossed her legs tightly. She could feel a few drops of piss escape her before she quickly closed her pee hole back shut. The weeing powder was killing her, oh she couldn’t wait to get inside! “Could you please hurry?” Charlotte knocked on the door, desperately trying to fight off her overwhelming need to urinate. “You'll have to wait a minute,” answered an irate voice from inside. “Please! Hurry!” she requested the man but even after waiting for a while, Charlotte was still standing out waiting for her turn to use the outhouse. Embarrassed by the thought of being found waiting to use the privy, Charlotte decided to go back into the house and come back a little while later. Charlotte got back inside the house with a frown on her face and her ever-present bladder bulge staring everyone in there right in the face at eye-level. “Is everything alright, my Queen?” asked the old man with a bit of concern. “Y-yes..” Charlotte said as she took her seat right next to little Farlen. “You didn’t go?” the little boy whispered, his voice subdued only by the crackling sound of the wood in the oven. “No, there is someone using the outhouse, I’ll have to go back” she whispered, still frowning in annoyance. After a few minutes, the Queen got up back again unable to suppress her need to pee any longer and stepped out to use the outhouse, but just then she saw Sir Mandon entering it, “Oh, no!” she gasped as she walked towards the lavatory with quick baby steps, trying not to jolt her bladder but unfortunately, Sir Mandon got in before she could stop him. This time the Queen decided to wait right here for her turn, which she hoped would come soon, but to her great frustration and anger, Sir Mandon was taking his own sweet time inside the lavatory. She wanted to bang the door and tell him to get the hell out so she could take a long relieving piss, but Charlotte knew that would be really unladylike and being the Queen, she knew she must keep her patience. Pursing her lips in a semblance of concentration and effort it was taking to hold back her urine, Charlotte slightly bobbed up and down her knees, with her legs crossed and a hand on the wall of the outhouse for support and the other on her arse. Her heartbeat raced as she finally heard the door unlock and the door opened, “Oh thank goodness!” she breathed, ready to make a mad dash inside. “My Queen, how long have you been standing out here?” Sir Mandon asked as he stepped out. “N-not long” Charlotte gave a curt smile to the Kingsguard as she bent her knee to keep her bladder pains in check before beginning to make her way into the outhouse, ready to take a piss she had been bursting to take for so long! “It’s a really beautiful country, ain’t it, my Queen?” he asked her as she stopped and she quickly crossed her one leg over the other, holding the door to the outhouse open with one hand and the other holding her hip. She wanted to kill Sir Mandon for delaying her from getting the relief she craved so much, but it would have been rude to break the conversation in-between, so Charlotte stood there, listening to his blabbering half-heartedly. “I think Bucephalus loves it here,” he said looking at his horse that was tied to a tree of oak nearby. It was a massive creature with a massive head and it had a black coat with a large white mark on his brow. His breeding was that of the best Thessalian strain. A perfect warhorse for the Kingsguard to ride upon, “He’s beautiful, isn’t he, your Highness?” “I-Indeed” Charlotte forced a smile, least bothered about the stupid horse and waiting for Sir Mandon to end his mindless yak so she could finally get inside and piss, but it didn’t look like the knight was going to stop any time soon. “I won him by a wager with my father” Sir Mandon said, “A horse dealer offered him to my father for a really high sum of a dozen gold coins, but because no one could tame him, my father was not interested. However, I was, and I offered to pay myself should I fail to tame it and everyone was surprised when I subdued the beast.” “Oh” Charlotte managed to say; trying to look interested in the conversation as she cursed him under her breath for making her wait longer while the tempting privy hole invited her. “It was easy really, to tame him, I spoke soothingly to him and turned him toward the sun so that he could no longer see his own shadow, which had been the cause of his distress” the Kingsguard went on with a proud smile. “That’s really great, Sir Mandon, but I really need to--” “Pardon me, my Queen,” the old man said as he came out of the house and walked towards them, “If you don’t mind, I’d like to use the privy,” he smiled. Charlotte was horrified; it was her turn to use the privy! She wanted to go so badly! She wanted to stop the old man and ask him to let her go first, but she could neither muster the courage nor the words to stop him and she just looked with defeat in her eyes as he got in and closed the door. She was sure she would kill Sir Mandon today. Just then, King Iwan and Farlen stepped out of the house as well, “Mother, if you are ready, we must get back on the road now..” he said. “B-but I-I…” she fumbled, looking at the closed privy door. “Is everything alright mother?” Iwan asked. “Y-Yes, but if we could wait for a moment before getting back on the road, I-I mean…” Charlotte spoke. “I’m afraid we cannot wait any longer, we need to be at Boarstall Tower before it turns dark…” Iwan responded before he gave a word of thanks to the old lady and asked Sir Mandon to give a pouch of silver to her, which she accepted with a smile, “Mother, shall we go now?” the King said. “S-sure…” Charlotte answered, looking longingly at the outhouse as she straightened herself, I don’t need a privy, I am the Queen. She steeled her bladder through sheer will and felt a new wave of strength ripple through her aching vessel as it fortified its walls against the incessant thrashing of the urine inside. She thanked the old woman and then walked as calmly as she could from the yard towards her coach and climbed in, without letting anyone know that she had let the only chance to relieve herself slip from her hands. As he got inside the carriage, Farlen asked, looking at the enormous bladder bulge the Queen was still nursing, “Didn’t you go before we left?” “No, I couldn’t,” she said, trying to save as much strength as possible. “But don’t you have to go?” Queen Charlotte smiled, her bladder was aching, but she knew she couldn’t let it get over her, “No child, I am fine; you don’t need to worry about me. A lady can always wait just a little longer if she needs to,” though she knew she was not too far away from nearly wetting herself with desperation, she knew she couldn’t let it show. “Are you certain, Your Highness?” the little boy asked, concern evident in his voice. “Yes, I told you dear, I am alright” she sighed, placing a hand on her bulging tank, “I’ll just have to make more room inside my bladder, I know it still has some space left” she sighed, closing her eyes and resting her head back. Farlen was left speechless and awestruck to know that even after all the bladder pumping weeing powder, the Queen still had the strength left to keep holding it. By when they reached Boarstall Tower in the evening, Queen Charlotte had drunk liters more of water and she was holding it back as if it was nothing. But her bladder was pounding with the sheer volume of urine. The Queen stepped out of the carriage with a ferocious piss due and put on a smile on her beautiful face as Lord Nicholas came to greet her and the young King. For Lord Nicholas, it was nothing less of a treat to welcome Her Highness at his castle. He had always been fascinated with Charlotte’s beauty and as many times as he visited the capital, he made sure to visit the Queen once just to look at her beautiful face and her heavy tits that filled her blouse so well. He even had all his whores tie their hair as the Queen did, such was his fascination towards Her Highness. Hence, it was no surprise that he was overjoyed to receive the woman he fancied, as a guest at his castle. Lord Nicholas hid his nervousness well as he took the dinner table with the King and his mother and the Little Lord Farlen. They had a lot to eat and drink, particularly white wine, which they all gulped down. They were talking about a lot of things, about life in the country in general, and Lord Nicholas started to notice that Charlotte’s attention was elsewhere. She started shifting in her seat and looked restless. “What’s the matter, my Queen?” he asked. “Er..nothing at all,” she replied. She could’ve fooled him. But Lord Nicholas knew that when a lady started to shift around in her seat, it always indicated that she needed to relieve herself. He had always gotten excited if a woman was desperate, but this time, it was Her Highness who needed to go. He pretended to drop a spoon onto the floor. As he looked under the table, he saw Charlotte’s legs clasped tight together, and she had put one hand on her bulging bladder. Lord Nicholas’ prick immediately got hard. She had never shown any signs till now that told that she needed to go during the evening, while King Iwan, Farlen and even Lord Nicholas himself had gone to the privy a few times though. The servant came around to refill the empty cup of wine that the Queen now held in her hand. On her way back, Lord Nicholas stopped the servant discreetly and whispered something to her, but Charlotte was able to catch the phrase “…keep giving her more…” Charlotte drew her brows closer as she tried to understand what his motive was behind this. Maybe he knows I need a piss, she wondered, He really thought he was going to be able to defeat my bladder with a few cups of wine? The fact that she had not urinated for so long did not matter. And even the effects of weeing powder were beginning to wear off which made her even more confident. Charlotte was not going to let this lowly lord prove his superiority over her, so she kept drinking without showing a sign of discomfort. But as the night wore on, she became more desperate; squirming on the seat, shifting from side to side and now had one hand pressed between her thighs. Lord Farlen was smiling in satisfaction to see the Queen finally letting her desperation boil over and become evident. But the Queen still had her iron bladder to support her iron will. There was no way she was going to let Lord Nicholas know that she was aching for a piss, so she continued with her game and tried to sit as if nothing bothered her. Over the course of the dinner, it felt to her like there was always a full cup of wine in her hand, and Charlotte always made sure to make direct eye contact with Lord Nicholas each time she drank it down. She ended up drinking ten cups of wine during that time, but not once did she excuse herself for the privy, even when everyone else on the table did just that. Lord Nicholas noticed that her fidgeting became constant and pronounced as the night progressed. Finally, they were done and Charlotte left the place, and she walked out of the great hall with her super-filled bladder bursting with gallons and gallons of urine. When she finally reached her chambers, ready to take a massive piss, Queen Charlotte paced towards the privy with her hands placed on her plump ass, keeping her thighs close all the time as she took small but quick steps towards her salvation, “My Queen” she heard Farlen call out, “What if we continue the game from here on?” “What?” Charlotte asked shocked, “But you said before that I could go!” “Well, not anymore, my Queen” Farlen giggled, “I’ve had a change of mind.” “Oooh, boy” Charlotte said, wincing in agony as she crossed her legs tightly, “I’ve had more water than Sir Mandon’s horse today! Are you sure I cannot go to the privy yet?” “I’m afraid not, Your Highness” he giggled, “You’ll have to sleep with a full bladder for another night…” His words sent waves of fear up across her spine. She didn’t know if she had what it took to hold on longer but she was not going to give up. “Alright, then” Charlotte forced herself to say, “I will hold it, if you want” she added, her bladder felt like it was going to burst but she hid her desperation well. The Queen and Lord Farlen climbed into the bed, with the little Lord putting a hand across Charlotte’s swollen urine tank as they both tried to sleep. Queen Charlotte winced in agony but relaxed as much as she could with her bladder in its current state. She commanded that it calm itself, but it was slow to listen to its mistress. It was busy trying to convince her of its own needs, such as the necessary human need to empty one’s bladder regularly. She didn’t even have the reserves of energy left to seek Farlen’s permission to go to the privy and eventually, exhausted as she was from her long day, Queen Charlotte fell asleep. As she slept, the liters of pent-up urine swirled around inside her, trying to find an exit after so long of being contained but the Queen’s vault remained closed tightly as ever. Meanwhile, in the eastern wing of the castle two stories above, inside a dark room filled with pots and beakers and potions and herbs, Lord Nicholas looked on intently as Mæjester Gregorius took equal amounts of radish, bishopwort, garlic, wormwood, helenium, cropleek and hollowleek before adding them up to the boiling concoction of pounded Lacewing flies, leeches, knotgrass, fluxweed and shed snake skin, steering in water with celandine and red nettle, “How much longer?” he asked. “Almost done, my Lord,” Gregorius said, as he stirred the boiling mixture in a small cauldron over the fireplace. A grin ran through Nicholas’ face as he walked back and forth impatiently, looking at the steam rise from the concoction. “I’m sure I’ve done everything right,” said Mæjester Gregorius, nervously rereading the splotched page of Moste Potente Potions. “It looks like the book says it should . . . once someone has drunk it, they’ll have exactly half an hour before they change back into themselves.” “Good” Nicholas beamed, “Osbert!” he called out to the guard standing outside. “Yes, m’lord” the man rushed in. “Get someone to help you carry this cauldron back to my chambers and ask Morgause to come meet me at once!” he ordered. “As it please you, m’Lord” the guard nodded and left. Of all the maids in his service, Morgause was Lord Nicholas’ favorite. She was the most obedient and faithful of all his servants and the Lord had always had a soft spot for her in his heart. Soon Morgause stood outside Lord Nicholas’ chambers, dressed in her night robes and sleep still lingering in her eyes, “Did you call for me, my Lord?” she asked, yawning. But sleep deserted her when she saw the thick black smoke rising from the small cauldron kept on a stand over the table which Lord Nicholas was stirring vehemently. She was quick to cover her face with a hand, “What is that you are brewing m’Lord?” “Get in and close the door” Lord Nicholas looked at her, sweating, shiny-faced and anxious. Morgause heard the gloop-gloop of the bubbling, glutinous potion. A tumbler stood ready on the table. The young maid walked towards him and stared into the cauldron. Close up, the potion looked like thick, dark mud, bubbling sluggishly, “I want you to drink this” he said. “Eww..I won’t drink that, m’Lord” Morgause exclaimed, “It looks like mud!” She looked at him for a moment and then continued, “But what do you want me to drink it for?” “I’ll tell you everything,” Nicholas said as he dipped the iron ladle into the cauldron and poured a large dollop into the tumbler kept right next to it, “Trust me, no harm will come to you.. but before that…” he added into the tumbler a strand of Queen Charlotte’s hair he had picked up from the dinner table after she had left . The potion hissed loudly like a boiling kettle and frothed madly, filling the room with the scent of daisies. A second later, it had turned a light pinkish in color. “Drink it before it cools” said Lord Nicholas, looking at her and she lifted the tumbler in her hand. “Are you sure it won’t make me ill?” she asked. “It won't, as far as I ,know” he said unsure, “Now drink it already!” “Alright-alright!” Morgause drank the potion down in two large gulps. It tasted like overcooked cabbage. Suddenly, her insides started writhing as though she had her innards filled with hot molten iron, ready to burst out of her stomach — doubled up, she wondered whether she was going to be sick — then a burning sensation spread rapidly from her stomach to the very ends of her fingers and toes. Morgause struggled as the skin all over her body bubbled like hot wax — and before her eyes, the skin on her hands turned more tender and soft compared to the skin she had hardened from work, the fingers grew longer and the nails cleaner and shinier. She grew almost a foot taller and her bosom grew large and heavy. Her robes changed and grew into a light blue color like the one Queen Charlotte had been wearing during the dinner, her hair neatly tied in a bun like a noblewoman. Where Morgause had stood just moments ago, now stood Queen Charlotte. Suddenly she crossed her legs and grabbed her stomach as her bladder began to expand, liters and liters of urine getting filled into it all at once, she straightened a bit and held her stomach with both her hands as it continued to swell and swell further, “Ahhh!” she wailed in pain as her bladder expanded like a hard pumpkin, Lord Nicholas’ eyes shone evilly. And then, as suddenly as it had started, everything stopped. At once Morgause jammed both her hands into her crotch in desperation as an immense wave of urine collided against the walls of her bladder. A jet of urine burst into her smallclothe but she somehow managed to cut off the flow. Nicholas looked at her, completely shocked and at a lack of words. Morgause was indistinguishable from Queen Charlotte, her beautiful face, the silk thick brown hair tied in a bun, sky blue robes and the gold plated necklace, “This is unbelievable,” he said. “M’Lord” Morgause cried out, “I beg to leave you for a moment, I really need to take a piss…” she cried out crossing her legs. She didn’t know what was happening to her, a moment ago she was sure she didn’t need to pee at all but now her bladder felt like it would explode with gallons of urine at any moment. “No, you shall not,” Nicholas said as he came forward and kissed her, feeling her bulging abdomen against him. His lust was huge, his penis made its presence known in his breeches. She kissed him back, the taste of his lips was like what she had always dreamt. She could feel his throbbing cock against her and she fondled it gently over his clothes. She pulled the string of his breeches and let the beast come out. His cock was hard as an iron rod. He laid back on the bed, his feet still touching the ground and his member raging with erection. The Queen whimpered undoing the string of her drawers and letting it fall to the ground. Her agonizingly full bladder made it difficult to let him enter her without making her desperation worse. With her skirts pulled up to her belly, Charlotte began to bob up and down on Lord Nicholas’ cock, holding her piss right on the edge of shooting out. The inner Morgause trembled in desperation, her small bladder untrained to take so much pressure at once, “Oh, Lord Nicholas, I cannot hold it any longer!” she cried out but he didn’t care, thrusting his raging cock inside her. She battled on for a few more moments before a slight leak escaped, “M’looooorrrd!” she squealed, closing her eyes tightly shut in an effort to hold back her piss but it was no use, it was simply too much for poor Charlotte to take and a hot torrent of piss erupted out of her, arching five feet across the room as she bobbed up and down on the Lord’s cock. Nicholas, who could only see the back of the Queen’s head, bent his neck sideways and saw the tip of her stream reaching the wall several feet away, it was absolutely too much for him and he came in an instant, thrusting his cock harder inside her. She bobbed up and down on his cock while her torrent of piss arched all the way across the chamber. The love was sweet that night.

Thanks Tensione, that means a lot.

Absolutely love every piece of art you've put up here, it is incredible.

The expression on her face looks intense! I really admire the way you drew her face and hair in this one! Really great!

Oh my God! It is exactly like what I imagined! Thank you so much for making this! It is absolutely amazing! Just like what I always thought of her to be! Thank you! I love it! Her body, her hair, her dress! It is beyond words for me to tell how much I love this! Thank you so much for this art Biku! P. S. - I love how you decided to make her dress a bit revealing to make her cleavage visible! Thank you for that! ?

Thanks! It means a lot! Thank you so much, Wedge! I am glad that you like it! I too am excited to write down the next chapter, but my office schedule has been keeping me busy. I'll try to start the next chapter as soon as possible! ? Haha! More in size like the second one, but has the volume of the third. Thank you so much, Melificent! ? Means a lot!

Day-VII A Long Day Lord Farlen woke up the next morning to the feeling of rustling in the covers. Rubbing his eyes, he discovered the reason for the noise was Queen Charlotte. She was awake, and evidently, her bladder was giving her problems, because she was moving her legs constantly under the covers. Charlotte opened her eyes and soon noticed that Lord Farlen was awake too, “Oh! You’re up, my Lord! It was such a long night! My bladder has really swollen up when we were sleeping.” It had been six days since the Queen’s last piss and her bladder was beginning to tremble a bit. Farlen looked at her and realized that she had announced that she was still holding to give him an opening to let her go and finally empty her tank. Though her demeanor was calm and composed, Farlen could tell she was nearing her limits. Or at least, so he thought. So he replied to her, “Oh yes, my Queen, you’re doing great! Let’s see how today goes! Or do you need relief now, with all the day still to come?” The Queen’s smile faltered for a moment before she told him, “Oh, no, of course, I can last longer. It’s just that the corset becomes a bit uncomfortable while we are on the road. ” He nodded, “Yes, I could see that. It’s a good thing you can still easily hold off, huh?” “Erm…yes, of course, my Lord. Easily…” Charlotte said the last word with contempt as if it was the thing causing her all this pain instead of the monstrous amount of piss she was attempting to contain. They both readied themselves to be on their way to Boarstall Tower. The Queen drank a liter of water, followed by a small jug of orange juice to top it up. The ride was getting painful for Her Highness who could hardly bear her bloating bladder being pounded by the immense amount of urine. Farlen could see that the Queen was now getting desperate for a release, her bladder was fatigued and it needed rest. He saw that she could not stop fanning her legs from time to time and place a hand on her bladder whenever she felt the organ ache. They stopped at a tavern for lunch and Lord Farlen was once again shocked. He was sure that the strong-willed Queen was desperate to empty her bladder while they were on the road, but now here they were in public, by some monumental effort Queen Charlotte was standing straight up, walking normally, and looking as if she didn’t have a care in the world, much less a bladder that was inching towards an explosion and needed emptying in the worst way. But the iron bladdered Queen wasn’t the only one who was getting desperate to empty her bladder. Elizabeth too needed to piss pretty badly by now, “My Queen, if you don’t mind, could I be excused but for a moment? I need to g-go ou-out a bit…” she asked, her voice shaking. Her Highness looked at her, irate, “Whatever it is can wait till we are out of this dingy pile of logs they are calling an inn, now go and sit where you are supposed to, and do not go anywhere without my leave” the Queen commanded and Elizabeth quietly walked back to her place, feeling the fullness of her bladder. She had been foolish enough not to relieve herself on the only halt they had made through the day and now she was regretting it. She could have sneaked out of here and taken a piss in the woods but she didn’t want to risk not being there in case Her Highness called for her. That would definitely rouse the Queen’s wrath and she did not want to make her angry. She just hoped Her Highness would let her pee soon. She was really getting a bit desperate now. The royal party stayed at the inn till late in the afternoon, and as the time passed Elizabeth couldn’t stop squirming in her seat. Queen Charlotte managed to keep up her façade of normalcy. The Queen even though her bladder was starting to make its presence felt, ordered the innkeep to bring her a beer and she drank till the keg was empty. Farlen couldn’t believe what he was seeing, with a six days full bladder Her Highness was able to talk rationally while sitting with her legs apart. Or maybe it was just a semblance of control she wanted to keep up. On the other hand, Elizabeth was bursting for a piss now. She tried to ignore the urges rippling through her overfull bladder, her fear grew by each minute as the clatter of cutlery, thump of beer mugs on the table and the laughter of men filled her ears. She had been holding it in since morning and there was no way she could hold it much longer. Poor Elizabeth again left her seat and made small steps towards the Queen. She crossed her legs and held her hands near her crotch, her fingers wiggling as she crossed and uncrossed them, “M-my Q-Queen, I-I really need to go out… I…” she couldn’t stop her lower lip from trembling. “Don’t you have any manners, child?” Charlotte looked at her, “Didn’t I ask you to sit down, I’ll call for you when I need you.” Elizabeth couldn’t say anything more. Defeated, she quietly went back and crossed her legs tight as she took her seat. She cursed the Queen for not letting her go, she was going to wet herself! The Queen’s condition was no different. Even though the corset around her midriff was tight, her bladder had expanded so much that it was clearly bulging way outwards against the material, pushing her skirts to form a massive bulge on the front. Her control was still in place though, and she was putting the iron tank to good use. But unlike her, Elizabeth did not have an iron tank. The poor girl clenched her fist over the table as she grabbed her crotch, trying her hardest to avoid having an accident. But then suddenly, she felt a small stream escape into her small clothes before she cut off the flow. Her eyes widened in horror. There was no way she could wait any longer, she would have to ask Her Highness for the permission to go, or it would be too late! Elizabeth quickly hobbled her way to where Charlotte sat, her bladder too full to even stand up straight, “M-my Q-Queen, I…I…I…r-reaalllyy n-nneed…” was all that she could manage before a sudden stream started to escape her, there was no time to stop it. The girl held the table for support as she tried to cross her legs tighter in the last ditch effort to hold it back, but it was no use. Her piss was hot and it ran through her trembling legs to start forming a puddle on the floor. She breathed heavily with relief as tears welled in her eyes, “M-mmmyyy Q-Quuuueenn! I-I nneeedd t-tooo g-goo ouutt!!” her words came tumbling out as she cried. Charlotte looked on in anger at the fast-growing puddle beneath the girl’s feet, everyone around stopped to look what was happening. Elizabeth bowed her head as she continued to wet herself, tears running down her cheeks. “You disappoint me, child,” the Queen felt her rage surging through her veins, “Now remove yourself from my sight” the Queen commanded in a low yet angry voice, “And do not dare show yourself unless I command it.” Although she wanted to, poor Elizabeth couldn’t move as she hadn’t even finished her piss yet. She could feel all the eyes watching her, she had done everything she could to stop this from happening but she failed. All she could do now was pray the Queen didn’t send her to the dungeons for this. But to her respite, King Iwan who was sitting right across the table, finally spoke up, “Nurse Gwendolynn, would you be kind enough to take the girl away and help her clean up?” he said in a low voice, making sure he was not audible to everyone. And then he turned his face to her, “Do not worry; you’ll not be punished for this.” At this, Elizabeth broke down in sobs as Nurse Gwendolynn held her by the shoulders and guided her away. She had left a huge puddle on the floor and Iwan wondered how desperate she might have been to have an accident that size. Secretly, King Iwan had always loved watching or hearing about women desperate to pee, and he was amazed and a bit aroused that he got to see such a beautiful girl wet herself, but he felt really sorry for her too, only if his mother had let her go before, she could have escaped such humiliation. The King looked at the people who were staring, they all took it as a signal to get back to what they were doing, and the noises and talks resumed. “You could have been a little more polite to the poor girl, she just wet herself in front of everyone,” Iwan said, keeping his voice low. “The girl couldn’t hold her waters” the Queen answered, “There is no place for people in my service who cannot behave themselves. I never knew her to be such an uncouth brat, relieving herself like an animal for everyone to watch.” “It was but an accident mother. If you didn't have words of empathy for her, you might have as well kept quiet” Iwan said as he stood up and left the inn and his guards followed, while his mother looked on. Farlen too, who had been sitting next to Iwan, was astonished by seeing Elizabeth wet herself. He was excited, but he wondered if the sight of the girl losing control had any effect on the Queen. He was sure that the sight must have forced the Queen to grab her crotch in desperation, only if he could have looked under the table, but perhaps that opportunity was gone now. He wondered why Her Highness was so harsh to the poor girl? He remembered her telling him just a night before they left from the capital that it was human nature to pee. And it was alright if one wet herself. He wondered what had caused such a sudden change in her opinion about the same? Maybe she didn’t believe the same when it came to her servants or maybe the fullness of her bladder and her dignity as the Queen had made her intolerant towards such an undignified act? Maybe she could not bear the signs of weakness from a little girl? He did not know what it was. Nevertheless, he took a good long look at the urine on the tavern floor as they all left. Soon they were on their way again and the little Lord took a nap with his head on the Queen’s lap. He could feel the bulge of her bladder with his head and he had to admit it was astounding, squishing with the copious amount of urine inside it. There was no pillow he’d rather prefer than the Queen’s inflated bladder, filled to the brim with liters and liters of her hot piss. Many a time he tried to press on her swollen organ with his head, only to get a sigh of agony from the Queen mother, “Don’t press on my bladder, child,” she complained in a pained voice, she really was holding a lot. To be honest, Queen Charlotte was beginning to worry that happened to Elizabeth in the inn might also happen to her. But she knew she was still far from that happening as she knew she could still stretch her bladder further if needs, be but not too much. She realized that it would be best if she emptied it completely at the first opportunity she got. But she also knew that Farlen might not let her go that easily. By when they decided to camp for the night, the Queen had drunk another five liters of water, topped with a horn of bitter red wine. It was pitch dark by when the tents were ready. The Queen stepped into her pavilion, clutching at her bulging belly, now over six days full of pent up piss. She changed behind the curtains, coming out of her damned corset. Now that it was off, her bladder could expand freely. And when she finally came out, Lord Farlen was left speechless! My God! What a bulge! Her bladder was as swollen as a pumpkin. She asked Farlen to pull the flaps of the tent before they both climbed the bed. Farlen wondered how the Queen would manage to rest with such a heavy weight in her bladder but before long, both he and Charlotte were sound asleep.

Yes Thank you so much Rexone, it means a lot coming from the person of whom I've been a fan since long. Thank you so much! Thanks wedge, I'll try to up the ante from the next chapter! But the problem is that I haven't even started writing it, I'll have to push myself to finish it asap! Haha! Thank you so much dear!!

Ok! I'll definitely try to do that! Any other suggestions or criticisms are most welcome!

Love it!

Day-VI The Goose Faire Early in the next morning, the royal party left for Boarstall Tower, their last stop before Tantallon. It was going to be a day-long ride from here and the King had decided to make a halt at the village of Plymouth for the night. The wooden carriage drew on the stony road, sending waves of urine crashing against the walls of the Queen’s yet unrelieved bladder that ached like never before. The effects of the weeing powder had worn and though not desperate, she did have to pee a lot, with the liters of morning water only adding to her trouble. It had only been a few hours since they had left Brackenburgh when the royal party came across a faire. The Goose faire was held on the grounds of Lenton Priory, a local monastic house, the largest and the wealthiest monastery in the meager settlement of Boddinghamshire. The King had always wanted to visit a faire in the country, thus he ordered his men to hold the travel for a while and enjoy themselves, a decision that obviously made his mother upset but she did not argue. The King, Queen Mother, and Farlen entered the faire surrounded by the Kingsguard knights holding the royal banners to let everyone know who was coming. There were stalls till the far end of the ground. Bedders selling mattresses stuffed with feathers or wool, fishermen calling the names of freshly caught herring, salmon, whiting, turbot, plaice, cod and trout. Charlotte heard a mercer call out loudly to the passersby in a bid to show them the silken, linen and fustian clothes he had in store. A skinner selling pelts and animal furs caught the Queen’s notice. He had furs made of bear, wolf, fox skin and others, rich, smooth and warm. Her Highness went through his collection to take her mind off her immense need to piss, and bought one made of ermine as a gift for herself. Alongside the clammer, mayhem and noise; the bright silks and smoke from fires; the air was thick with the smell of fish, animal hides and flesh, spices and fruits. Peddlers were carrying big brass flasks on their back, selling a sweet tasting Şerbeti drink made of licorice. Stallholders rubbed shoulders in the faire lanes with liquor sellers, ne'er-do-wells, outlaws, friars and clergymen, bear-beaters, mummers, dancers and musicians. There were other stalls too, drapers selling everything starting from smocks, hoses, kirtles, gowns and bras to belts, surcoats, girdles, capes, hoods and bonnets. And cookeries had it all from brioches to bread to fish sausages. They all seemed to enjoy the faire, but after half an hour, both Lord Farlen and Queen Charlotte began to feel thirsty, “My Queen, come let’s go to that stall, we might get something to drink there,” he said, tugging her by the arm. She followed the boy to the stall where a paunchy man with a thick mustache welcomed them with a smile, “Would you be kind enough to hand me a drink, good Sir?” Farlen said. “Sure at once!” the man said as he dipped the wooden ladle into the large drum kept inside his stall and poured a tumbler full of the thick, white, slightly fermented millet drink before sprinkling a bit of cinnamon on top and handing it to Farlen. The boy took a sip and a wide smile ran across his face as he bought the tumbler away from his mouth, he loved the sweet & sourly taste of it! The Queen too was feeling the thirst climb up her throat, thus she had Farlen come along with her to the stand where a fat balding man was serving beer. “Which drink is your largest?” she asked the man. “Tank of steel, my lady – as many refills as you can have – for five coppers.” “I’ll have it,” Charlotte told him. He scratched his head and said, “Ay, my lady. But are you sure? It’s a really bad deal. No one ever finishes it and gets more drinks aye. Maybe have a usual tankard instead.” “No my friend, a tankard of steel would be enough, I think I’ll be able to drink my thirst down from it.” Farlen was amazed to see the confident Queen unfazed by the condition of her bladder, “My Queen, are you sure you’ll be able to handle all that beer?” "I can always handle another beer regardless of what my bladder tells me, my Lord" she whispered "You'd like that if I had yet another beer without peeing first, wouldn't you?" she winked and the boy’s face lit up in response. Farlen was happy with how the things were progressing; knowing the big drink would help his cause of stretching the Queen’s bladder even further. He began to get confident that the Queen wouldn’t even make it through the afternoon if the drink was as large as it was claimed, owing to the fact that Her Highness had not relieved herself for the past five days and her bladder ought to be tired after the strain it took the day before. The drink wasn’t big as he had expected, it was bigger. The tankard of steel was absolutely enormous. It had to be two liters in volume, filled to the top with the Queen’s favorite drink, beer. Though the tankard was big, the Queen lifted it with one hand as they walked away. They enjoyed themselves watching a juggler doing his tricks and stilt walkers strolling around. Puppeteers and magicians wandered among the crowds plying their trades... as did the whores and cutpurses. By the afternoon the Queen had downed over half her ridiculous beer, and though Lord Farlen had just a lemonade, he was feeling the urge to pee. He told the Queen about his dilemma and she said, “Oh, please go ahead and relieve yourself, my Lord.” The little Lord made waters behind some bushes while Charlotte patiently waited for him at one of the stalls, and when he returned the Queen was still sipping from the tankard, standing defiantly with her legs apart, “My Queen, I wonder if you need to pee too? You have not relieved herself in a long time.” “Yes, my Lord” she smiled, bringing the tankard away from her mouth, “A visit to the privy would take away all this weight I have been carrying in my bladder but I can hold it for now. Don’t be bothered about my need, I am much better than yesterday.” As they wandered around in the faire, Queen Charlotte and Lord Farlen came across a sweet shop that smelled like roses and honey. It had many sweets kept neatly on the display with a small dish of burning basil leaves kept nearby to ward of the flies. The shopkeeper invited them with a warm smile, gesturing towards the display of several sweets, Baklava made from a simple combination of crispy pastry with chopped nuts soaked in a sweet sticky syrup, chicken desserts made from the boiled chicken strips ground into fine powder, puddings made with a mixture of grains, fresh and dried fruits as well as nuts, slices of kunefe made with a mixture of soft cheese, shredded dough, sugar, and water with a healthy sprinkling of crushed pistachios and other nuts on top, and the Turkish delight that had always been the Queen’s favorite, there was an ample variety to choose from. Their mouths began to water and they enjoyed the kunefe as the man served it to them warm while the cheese in it was still gooey and stringy. Lord Farlen licked his fingers after he had his share and soon they moved on to the other attractions. They seemed to enjoy themselves at the faire but as the afternoon progressed, Lord Farlen met with a shock. The Queen had emptied the huge tankard of beer! She had done it. Wiping a bit from her lips, Queen Charlotte smiled and graciously asked Sir Mandon to get her a refill. The man at the stall was shocked that the slim and beautiful Queen could possibly finish the drink, yet he was more than happy to give the Kingsguard new beer for her. Farlen smiled incredulously at Charlotte who was least bothered about the condition of her bladder and was using its capacity to the fullest. But as the time passed, Farlen noticed the Queen was trailing behind him as they moved around the faire. “My Queen, what’s keeping you?” he asked as he turned and saw that she was clenching her thighs together briefly, the clothe of her skirts pressed between her legs. It was clear that the beer was finally starting to affect even her mammoth bladder. Farlen was sure enough that there was no way her bladder could hold much more! But she straightened herself before he could say anything and gave him another smile. “I am fine, my Lord! My corset is just becoming uncomfortable, so I had to adjust it.” He smiled back, pretending to believe her lie. However, an hour later he wasn’t so sure if the Queen was telling the truth or not. Despite walking all around the faire, Queen Charlotte had made no comments about her bladder and had not stopped again or shown any signs of bursting. Her Highness saw the little boy staring and asked what the matter was. “I was going to ask you that!” he replied, “You have drunk so much, I was expecting you to become fidgety, but it seems you really are immune to such needs!” Queen Charlotte’s face shone with pride as she told him, “To control her needs is the mark of a proper lady, my lord. It is an etiquette we must maintain at all times.” “I just hope you can keep controlling…I am really enjoying this game,” he muttered, and Charlotte’s next words told of her determination, “Oh yes, my Lord, I told you that I don’t give in to such urges. I am fine and it is just that my bladder needs time to grow.” With that they walked on, Farlen wearing a big smile on his face. As the dusk spread its wings, he noticed that the Queen’s legs were becoming restless very so often, despite what he presumed were her best efforts to stop them. He said nothing, waiting for nature to take its course. But Her Highness continued to be strong, even with over five days of piss residing in her. The Queen had finished her giant tankard of beer for the second time and she still had not gotten any relief. She walked around, enjoying the stalls as if nothing bothered her. It was growing dark by when all the stalls at the faire were beginning to wind up for the day, and besides a slight increase in her fidgetiness, the Queen’s desperation had not increased at all. Lord Farlen was amazed that she could resist the urges for so long having drunk so much. And she was still able to make conversation with people after over five days of holding! The royal party soon took to the road and after riding for a few hours they came across a holdfast that was now used as a guest house for travelers. The King, tired after spending the entire day at the faire, decided to halt for the night. When Lord Farlen and Queen Charlotte finally retired for the day, she began to fidget with greater urgency under the covers, and at midnight she got up from the bed and went into the privy. Farlen opened his eyes and found the Queen was not in the bed! He was horrified! The Queen had gone to the privy to finally relieve herself! It was too late to stop her now! He was ready to hear the hiss of her wee in the privy hole, but none came to his ears. After mere seconds he also left the bed to go check on Her Highness, and found the iron-bladdered Queen in front of the mirror, brushing her teeth and gums with a rough cloth of linen, with her legs crossed tightly and an expression of concentration on her face. Oh how she must have wanted to piss, the inviting privy hole being right there in front of her! But she did not make a move towards it. “Oh, my Lord, I thought you were asleep!” she turned to him, still with legs crossed hard. “I have to ask you now, may I please use the privy? I have been fighting off every pressure that has come to me and I really need let it come out.” Farlen looked at her face. The Queen was desperate after hiding her needs all this time! Surely her bladder would burst if it didn’t get relief soon. The Little Lord could only imagine how it felt, having so much liquid inside but finding no relief! She had resisted valiantly for so long with loads of drinks, but it looked like all of that liquid had caught up to her, yet her fate laid in his hands, and the boy still wasn’t done with her, “My Queen, I thought you said you could resist as long as you wanted to. It’s been just over five days! Are you really ready to give up yet?” He saw nerves in her eyes, but there was no wavering in her voice as Charlotte responded, “Oh, no, it’s wrong of you to think that. Of course, I can hold longer if you want me to! Just with the privy so close I had a moment of weakness, but it will not happen again! My bladder will have to keep expanding and keep shut.” Having said her piece, the Queen walked with confident steps out of the privy and lay back on the bed. She went under the covers and her omnipresent bladder mounded over the sheets, and soon they both drifted to sleep.

Haha! Thank you so much, Melificent! ? Thank you for being so supportive and kind!

Hahahah! It literally is a very detailed request, but kudos to Bomb who made it into a reality and that too keeping in mind the details given by the requester. Hats off to you Bombality! Great work!

Thanks man, you are the best.

I know I have already requested a picture but just want to request a comic in case you come about to making it. I wanted to request a particular scene from my story The Rains of War. In the tenth chapter, the Queen rushes to the chambers in a tower where she relieves herself through a window but a man interrupts her in this private moment. If you could make a comic of this, I'd be forever grateful. Here is the link to the story I hope you draw this one, it has been my dream forever.