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    Trickling Down reacted to Cephy in Streaming while holding, would you find it cool?   
    Hi there folks!
    I have a question that have been wandering in my mind for a good while, and I was thinking about it today. I've researched on the forum to see if this specific topic already was posted but I couldn't find it. So I thought it was going to be cool to ask to the community. 
    Maybe this will appeal more to peeps who like to see art streams, so the question is:
    If you would have the chance to see an streamer who could stream while doing a hold, would you enjoy it? Would you think that it would be cool or sexy or exciting? Would it arouse you?
    I've seen people who stream themselves being desperate and holding, but these are people who just video themselves standing there and holding. 
    In this case I'm talking about someone streaming art and holding at the same time. But without seeing their face just hearing their voice and seeing the art on screen.
    And I talk about this because this have been something I've always wanted to do since my teens, when I first discovered I liked omorashi, but I never got to have the good public for this specific fetish. 
    I've stream art since a good time, sometimes writing in the stream chat and sometimes with voice ( it depends of my physical force) but with no face to not risk my anonymity. 
    And most of the times my streams are long! LOL They can last 4 or 5 or more hours. And when that happens I usually hold while I'm streaming because I feel too shy to say my guests that I'll make a pause to go to the bathroom.
    But since I don't know if they're into omorashi or not and I felt shy to ask them, so for respect to them (to not make them uncomfortable) I always end up struggling so hard to avoid showing any sings of desperation, and sometimes it's so difficult!! Ooh my!!! *blush*
    But at the same time, I like to hold while I stream, and when I'm desperate and holding I can't help being vocal about it, heheh.
    And recently I've realized in the case of holding voluntary, it's even better when there's peeps into omorashi who like to hear someone's quivering voice and moans while they're desperate.  I just feel it would be very exciting and sexy to do this with peeps into omorashi
    So I sometimes wish so badly to find guests who would like my art and who also are into omorashi so I don't need to struggle to not show signs of desperation in my voice on my stream, and be comfortable expressing myself and telling them how I'm bursting and desperate to go!
    Oh, mon Dieu ! That's like one of my coolest fantasies, if I may say....* Blushes hard and giggles like there was no tomorrow*
    So I asked...if you...
    ...would like to see someone doing this, because I think thanks to this lovely and so supportive community I'm feeling more confident to try doing it. So if I see positive response about this idea, probably when I can collect the money to fix my laptop or buy another one (what can be most viable) I might give it a try! 😄 
     
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    Trickling Down reacted to Mbgpeelover in All day Candy tries to beat her record   
    I thought I would revisit some of the characters I have written about before. I’ll link the previous stories as a comment if anyone has missed the previous ones. Enjoy! 
     
    All Day Candy tries to beat her record
     
    Candy woke remembering her target once again: all day without a pee. Today was day three and although yesterday had been an improvement on the day before she still hadn’t quite made it. Today needed to be the day! Switching off her morning alarm she stretched and climbed out of bed, her strapless satin nightie falling down her large breasts as she did. Pulling it back up she went next door to her bathroom and relaxed on the toilet looking forward to the fact she wouldn’t do this again until bedtime. As she squeezed every last dribble out she slid out her nightie and stepped into the warm shower. Drying her body and hair she chose her favourite black fitted leather trousers and a snug cream blouse trimmed with lace at the cuffs and front as she tied her hair back and put her make up on. 
     
    Down in the kitchen she made a mug of tea and some cereal with cold milk and packed herself a lunch. Driving to work in the rain she couldn’t help wondering if today would be the day: would she actually manage to hold her bladder a full 12 hours? The thought made her nipples tingle in excitement. 
     
    Pulling into the quiet car park she walked around to the back door of her small store and unlocked it, waving to Mukesh as he took in his morning delivery. Switching on the lights and heating and turning off the alarm Candy checked the shop over as usual. She still had half an hour before the centre opened to customers so she made herself a coffee and turned on her computer at the till. If the shop wasn’t busy  today she hoped to launch a social media ad campaign to see if she could promote more online sales of her brand. Since lockdown many were still reluctant to come to the shop in person and Candy didn’t want to lose her loyal customer base.
     
    With her coffee finished she opened the shutters and waited. It was a slow start but that gave Candy time to work on her advert and catch up on some other admin. The two customers that came in knew exactly what they wanted and were quickly served. Before she knew it it was lunch time and she enjoyed her filled roll and apple. She looked in her bag for her bottle of water annoyed that it looked liked she’d accidentally left it at home. Looking at the computer screen had given her a slight headache and she needed water to take some pain killers. She was just thinking what to do when the answer appeared.
     
    Mukesh from the newsagents next door came in, dressed in his suit and usual bright tie that contrasted stunningly against the bronze tone of his brown flawless skin. Candy smiled as she noticed his eyes immediately lower to her bust as the lace of her blouse accentuated her large breasts and seemed to get caught between them as she sat behind the counter. As usual he was looking for change for a £20 winking his eye and smiling charmingly as he spoke.
     
    “You don’t happen to have...emmm...change do you Candy?”,
     
    Candy checked the till and counted out change.
     
    “I do but could I ask a favour in return?”
     
    Mukesh looked a little embarrassed. “Eh...yes of course. How can I help you?”,
     
    “Oh it’s just a small thing. I left my bottle of water at home. If I give you the cash could I buy one from you if that’s ok?” 
     
    “Is that all? Of course! I’ll be right back!” 
     
    Mukesh returned with not one bottle of water but two. “On the house Candy!”
     
    Candy opened one, took the painkillers and drank the rest soon after. The afternoon picked up a little with a few more customers and by mid afternoon Candy was starting to need to pee. She smiled to herself as she thought how long she planned to wait still as she decided to add to the intensity by drinking the second bottle as the afternoon went on. By the time 4pm came around she was sitting crossed legged at her computer by the till squirming a fair bit with an ever filling bladder. The sensations this gave to her vagina thrilled her as she felt her lips swell and her urethra pound. Bouncing her leg and swinging it as she sat were enough to keep things at bay at first but she could already feel the pressure increasing as every moment passed.
     
    Candy was about to tidy up ready for closing when Mukesh walked in again. 
     
    ‘Have you read the email from management Candy?’ 
     
    ‘No. What’s happened?’ 
     
    Candy came out from behind the till as Mukesh beckoned her closer to read the email on his phone. Handing her his phone Mukesh watched Candy as she stepped forwards and backwards and crossed her legs, not standing still for a moment. His eyes moved from her shiny hair to her rosy cheeks to her large breasts and then from her waistline and hips to her long leather covered legs. He was in no hurry for Candy to finish reading and her constant movements made her even sexier than ever. 
     
    Finally Candy handed back the phone and sighed. 
     
    ‘What a cheek! Are we working together again then?’ 
     
    ‘Definitely!’ 
     
    ‘Great count me in!’ 
     
    Candy opened the door of her shop and turned the sign to closed. She liked Mukesh, even secretly fancying him, but her body was screaming for attention and his presence was only making things worse! Candy could feel her heart rate increasing even as Mukesh passed as she caught a sniff of his aftershave. Combined with the intense pressure between her legs and her already moisture filled vagina it was getting a little too much. 
     
    Mukesh left and Candy locked up the front door, turned off the lights and heating, switched on the alarm and headed out the back door to her car. As she locked the back door she couldn’t stand still, her bladder busting for release. In the stress of the moment she dropped her bag but immediately picked it up and got in her car. Sitting down the waist of her trousers pressed on her bladder and Candy counteracted this by pressing a hand into her crotch. She still had hours left to hold if she wasn’t going to pee until bedtime but that felt so long away as she squirmed in the seat as she drove home. 
     
    Back home Candy raced through the front door looking up stairs and contemplating rushing up to the toilet that she really desperately needed. But that would spoil her evening so instead she headed to the kitchen where she put a simple dinner in the oven and got herself a cold drink, having to hold herself tightly between her legs while the tap was running. She sat down in the armchair wriggling constantly as she switched on the TV and waited for her dinner to cook. It was hard to concentrate on the show on the screen as her bladder ached so much. Rocking from side to side when another spasm hit she pulled the cushion that was behind her and wedged it between her legs and pressed down on it. That helped a little but the pressure was incredible so Candy undid the clip of her trousers and breathed a bit easier. 
     
    It was taking all Candy’s effort to hold on now as she sipped at her drink and flicked channels. However despite the pain and uncomfortableness of the weight in her bladder there was no denying to Candy how turned on and excited she felt, so naughty even, and this spurred her on to keep holding. She slipped a hand inside her trousers and  panties and gasped at how wet and open her vagina was and how sensitive her clit was. If it wasn’t for the fact her dinner would be ready soon she knew she would otherwise be bringing herself to climax as every throb to her urethra intensified the sexual desire in her body. 
     
    As she rocked and pushed against her own hand, the cushion still wedged into her crotch and her hands exploring while her mind wandered to how good her pee would be later tonight, Candy jumped in fright as her front door bell went. Struggling to stand up Candy found herself struggling, bent forwards as she tensed her muscles and tried to walk to the door. As she opened the door her eyes widened. 
     
    There stood Mukesh right in front of her as she curtsied and squirmed with her blouse now untucked and her trousers open at the top. 
     
    “Sorry did I catch you at a bad time?” 
     
    “No...no! Sorry how can I help you...and how did you know where I lived?” 
     
    “When I locked up I found this at the back door. I thought you’d want it. It had your address on so I thought it more secure to being to you in person. Candy are you sure you are ok? Your face is very red and you seem...anxious?”
     
    Mukesh handed  Candy her drivers licence. 
     
    “Thank you! You just...you just caught me in the middle of something sorry. I am just cooking dinner that’s all. Sorry I need to go...arghh”
     
    Mukesh reached out and touched Candy on the arm. 
     
    “Ok. It’s just...you don’t look at all ok really. But anyway I had better let you go. Take better care of that drivers licence though ok!” 
     
    Candy was overcome with a very strong spasm from her bladder as hidden behind the open door she grabbed between her legs and moaned slightly. Whispering hoarsely as she struggled for breath she couldn’t help but blurt out. 
     
    “Oh God I need a pee!” 
     
    Mukesh looked at her, his eyes wide and his face slightly flushed. 
     
    “I had better let you go then hadn’t I. You look very desperate if you don’t mind me saying.” 
     
    Candy looked up and down the street anxiously making sure no-one else was in eat shot. She leaned a little closer to Mukesh and whispered in his ear. 
     
    “I haven’t been since I got up. I’ve been holding it all day!”
     
    Mukesh gasped as his hand brushed off Candy’s hard nipple that was visible through her blouse. 
     
    “Goodness me! I could never go that long. I’ll....I’ll be off then shall I? See you tomorrow. Go run my friend...” 
     
    Candy closed the door gently then danced on the spot as she rubbed her thighs with her hands. Maybe she should do as Mukesh said and go to the toilet. She doubted she could last much longer anyway...
     
    But then she was interrupted by the oven bell! Panting and frantic she looked upstairs at the toilet and then into the kitchen down the hall towards her oven. Which way should she go? Candy chose the kitchen but soon regretted it as before she could bend down to the oven she gasped as she felt a small leak into her already damp underwear. 
     
    “Come on Candy. Keep holding!” 
     
    Dishing up her dinner Candy held her breath as her back hurt and her bladder ached. How much longer could she hold off? She wasn’t sure. She sat the meal and a can of juice at the breakfast bar and got herself cutlery all the time crossing her legs and squirming. But then she heard the door again! 
     
    Candy rushed back to the front door and opened it sighing. There once again stood Mukesh! 
     
    “Sorry I forgot to say that there’s a meeting tomorrow in the centre if you can make it. 5:35 just after we close up. Same place as usual.” 
     
    Candy wanted to cry. Her breasts longed to be caressed, her vagina begged to be fucked and her bladder screamed to be released and all of this while a handsome man who she respected greatly stood right in front of her. With her cheeks flushed more than before, her dinner cooling and her bladder pushing so hard she couldn’t take it another second she suddenly stopped moving as she stood on her own doorstop within touching distance of Mukesh.
     
    “I...I’ll be there. Oh God no! Not now!” 
     
    Mukesh eyed Candy all over yet again, as the silence between them was only interrupted by a hissing noise that only Candy knew about. 
     
    It was all too late. 
     
    She hadn’t reached her target yet again as warm urine flowed speedily down her inside legs pooling at the feet of her high heeled shoes and leaving an ever growing puddle that she couldn’t hide. For all the embarrassment Candy laughed sexily as Mukesh stood looking at the puddle in amazement. Candy was still peeing as her hands automatically reached to her breasts as she fondled them with her head tilted slightly. 
     
    “Oh. I’m so sorry. I thought you had been...oh I’m ever so sorry Candy.” 
     
    “Oh don’t worry about it. It’s my fault really. I thought I could wait but...oh well. Oh God that felt sooooo good! Don’t you love that feeling of finally peeing after you’ve wanted to go for ages?”
     
    Mukesh, flustered but very noticeably also highly turned on, looked Candy right in the eye. 
     
    “I do actually. I’d best go. See you tomorrow?’ 
     
    ‘Of course!’ 
     
     
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    Trickling Down reacted to paatux in Biku's art   
    This is such a great thread in so many ways. Awesome work!
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    Trickling Down reacted to Bulge_Lover in Cute, short video: Absolutely massive cat stands on woman's bladder while she needs to pee.   
    Just a funny thing I found. The faces she's making are great. 
    Lad's an absolute unit. 
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    Trickling Down reacted to remos6 in The Omo Rashi Files   
    Another great entry - I really dig the concept of these too
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    Trickling Down reacted to Cupcakes85 in Bursting in the Boardroom   
    Here's a story I actually published! It never got too much traction, but considering how new I am at all this that's okay! I hope you guys like it, I'll be posting a new part every day until we get to the finale!
     
    I'd known the day would be difficult even before realizing I had forgotten my panties at home, though that was more embarrassing than an obstacle to my plans, but I never could have expected any additional trouble to come from a very sudden and inconvenient need for a toilet.

    As it was now, I was bordering on desperate but focused on finishing up one last little detail. I tried to keep my face from pinching with discomfort as I stretched my small upper body to reach the imperfectly centered vase, the edge of the wood pushing right into my bladder to compress it and make its fullness very hard to ignore, but I persevered and started fixing the minor flaw. Somehow not having underwear made the displeasure even worse. My plump, bare behind and uncovered pussy lips were squeezed tight by my knee length skirt, the fabric of which felt nothing like soothing cotton panties and instead rubbed against the tender area to create persistent friction every time I bent over. Fortunately the flowers spread beautifully in their now realigned glass vase with only a small tweak, allowing me to draw back and remove the pressure before it became too much. It took everything for me to keep from sighing in relief at my bladder’s soothing return to a less strained position.

    "So much work, all to practice for a meeting we could have accomplished in an email..."

    My boss Vivienne sounded quite sarcastic despite the genuine validity to her statement. Watching her rearrange chairs that had long since been set up without error, I agreed with her sentiment in full. A week had passed since we’d been tasked with giving an “important presentation” that we both had developed diligently, only to find out this very morning the whole thing was a pre-prepared congratulatory slideshow, and that the real meeting wasn't even happening until tomorrow. The email informing us of this had also not so politely explained that we were supposed to get the room set up today, and given us very specific guidelines by which to do so, all while we were still dressed up for the directors who wouldn't be arriving. Someone had obviously messed up the chain of communication big time and was just trying to cover themselves for as long as possible... As little fun as I was having now, at least I had the comfort of knowing Vivienne would tear them a new one once she inevitably found them.
    "I have to apologize again, Tina. You came in on a weekend, all fixed up, just to help me arrange furniture and read some stupid slides." She continued, making me pivot swiftly to face her when I saw her turn my way. It was impossible to be fully certain no one could tell I was going commando thanks to the tight skirt on my ample backside, and I had many reasons for not wanting Vivienne to so much as suspect my mistake, so I'd had to be quite careful to ensure my lack of panty lines remained undiscovered. I'd managed to stay diligent even though some part of me tingled from something other than a need to pee at the thought of her finding out...
    My reassuring response became inarticulate fluff in my head as soon as my eyes met hers, the gratitude in the deep blue so intense I had to hope the heat rising in my cheeks as a reflexive response didn't come with a matching blush. All I was left able to do was reply somewhat tactfully in my shy and quiet voice that always got even softer speaking to her. "It's really no problem. They blindsided you by having the whole practice meeting and setup thing anyway, along with the stupid slideshow they're making you present."
    Anxiety hastened my pulse when I feared a line had been crossed by dropping the "stupid" part, but a quick chuckle from her turned the panicked pounding into wispy flutters, and my head grew light again at the sight of her stress dissipating for just a moment of levity. It was a secret to everyone but myself that she reduced me to such a fool. The simple wonder of hearing her speak in my direction clouded out rational thought, but who could blame me for that? Vivienne was older but absolutely beautiful, and had aged so well most would never be able to guess her true age without lowballing it by at least a decade. There was only a touch of gray in her voluminous black hair, and her sculpted face was blessed by full lips and enchanting eyes with hardly a wrinkle to be seen on any of her flawless olive skin. Then there was her body; tall and curvaceous thanks to thick hips and a rack that most would have had to pay for, and a solid musculature that made her all the more commanding but no less graceful. My petite silhouette fit in just her shadow with room to spare. I'd felt ecstatic to work beside someone so captivating on this project, which had been all her and me when no one else volunteered, and being able to spend hours working in solitude together was excellent compensation for all our hard work even if others didn't appreciate it.

    Leaving the chairs where they were and leaning against the table, she wordlessly made it clear it was time for a break, sighing as she took some of the weight off her long legs to relax. I was very tempted to slip out for a trip to the bathroom but decided against it. We'd worked together long enough for me to pick up on when she wanted to start chatting, and I never intended to miss out on hearing her quips and stories. Not to mention leaving might require an explanation my bathroom shy self simply couldn't be brought to say to anyone... Leaning back against a nearby wall to take pressure off my bladder and listen, I assured myself there'd be ample opportunity to sneak out and use the restroom before too long, which would save me the humiliation of having to tell my crush I needed a bathroom break. 

    "I almost can't wait to show you the slideshow in full. It's not just stupid, it's a total circlejerk for these assholes. We sealed a big merger and now they want a bulleted retelling of how much money they'll be making, and if that isn't obnoxious enough, they had the audacity to say it's "good policy" for us to get dressed up for a practice meeting no one else will be here for. How nice of them to tell us after we came in, huh?" She said, her words both true and wildly unprofessional for someone in her high-level position. Not that I was bothered. In fact, her refusal to play corporate games and her confidence to always speak her mind had played a large part in my falling for her.

    "They're smart enough to know we wouldn't have bothered with looking our best if we weren’t required to. Which, I guess, makes them rude and manipulative, but maybe if they had to dress like this too they'd change their minds." I replied in reference to our equally spruced up looks, which looked quite lovely but had not proven ideal for the tasks we were actually doing. Even light cleaning was rough in business formal, after all. I'd also been quite frustrated to hear the effort for my ensemble would not only go to waste, but tomorrow I needed to redo it all for when the actual directors came in for the real deal. Everything about the situation. stunk because I had spent hours preparing myself for any kind of scrutiny, starting with lovingly curled lashes, blended amber eyeshadow, and a light but striking layer of red lipstick, which was far more than just my usual touch up. A soft fluffing of my blonde hair had also been in order, getting rid my flat locks and transforming them into poofy semi-curls that bounced during every step, a look I thought was professional and cute in perfect measure. All of my work, including the time perfecting and straightening my white silk blouse and form hugging skirt, would need to be entirely redone. Considering I'd been busy enough to forget my panties while getting it all ready this morning, hopefully a serious practice would at least help me to stay calm enough tomorrow to remember them. The cute little pink slip was probably sitting on my bed still, mocking me for my frenzy... How ironic was it, that I'd forgotten to put them on while panicking about forgetting something important? At least Vivienne got to see me looking my best…

    "I'd love to see any of them accomplish half as much while dressed up like this." Vivienne said with amusement, stretching out a long leg to emphasize a beautiful red stiletto I would have never been able to walk in. A tingle starting deep down in my body blossomed forth to tickle very vulnerable parts of my anatomy at the sight. I'd been trying not to get distracted by her outfit, but these little gestures radiating sex appeal combined with the fact that she looked amazing made it very hard to avoid losing my focus on her. In my defense she always dressed like a woman who knew she was attractive and liked to weaponize it, and I was happy to be a victim. High heels so tall they made her tower over some men were always present, while the rest of her immaculate wardrobe was usually a toss up between a pantsuit or a skirt and blouse tailored to perfection. The high price tags on these pieces alone would have turned heads, but the way they were always fitted to her curvaceous body and beautifully color coordinated frequently stopped traffic. Today she was exceptionally outfitted in a tight black skirt and matching suit jacket that brought out the red of her vibrant blouse, which of course coordinated with her scarlet shoes for an eye catching ensemble no one could ignore, especially poor little closeted me.

    "But here we are!" I said cheerfully, hoping to take the conversation to less tempting places for my own sake. Any kind of arousal did not mix well with my full bladder, as having more attention on the occupied area made it so much harder to ignore how I really did need to get to a bathroom in the near future. Not to mention that staring at women so far out of my league was a terrible way to hide my feelings for those who probably didn’t have them. Shifting against the wall in a bid for comfort I disguised as a look around the room, it occurred to me we had accomplished almost everything we'd been instructed to do, even getting the refreshments from the caterer packed into the miniature fridge for tomorrow. The only thing that would need to be put away was...

    The source of my rapid desperation dawned on me with a healthy dose of self admonishment. In the limited afternoon sun shining through the window, a half full drink dispenser sat by a small stack of Styrofoam cups, its condensation covered glass allowing a clear look at the bright and ice filled lemonade filling it to the halfway point. In a rush like a flash flood I recalled how Vivienne had brought it in to share, and with only the two of us there had been plenty to go around. What I’d thought to be one or two cups I’d had to be polite must have been far greater in number than I could accurately recall... It had just come together in a perfect storm of circumstances; the work had indeed made me thirsty, I didn't want to see any of the drink wasted, and the fact that Vivienne herself had made it kept sending me back for more of the delicious beverage. Now I was paying the price for being so ridiculous.

    "We really have done everything else, so I suppose we might as well start the slideshow." Vivienne said, her voice relaxed but still like a hammer to my now hurried thoughts. Fighting down a flinch, I smiled politely as she left the table to go to the projector at the front of the room, beside which was her laptop running the presentation in question. 
    In the moments it took her to start typing, I put together that it would probably be a minute or two before the projector and computer decided to warm up and sync together, giving me the tiniest potential window to go and relieve myself. 

    A whimper almost escaped me as I stood up straight once more, the adjustment to my position enough to send the contents of my bladder sloshing inside of me like an overstuffed water balloon, making it quite clear the lemonade I'd had to drink was still gathering into a growing reservoir. Soon I'd be more than just uncomfortable. Tiny beads of sweat broke out on my forehead as the weight of my dilemma pressed down on me in the literal and metaphorical sense, forcing me to squeeze my thighs together as I went through my options rapid fire. I could try to leave undetected and use the bathroom down the hall as quickly as possible, but what were the chances I could leave and come back unnoticed? Then there was the option to just wait it out and go after we were done, but how long would our presentation really take? My number one goal was to ensure Vivienne never even knew I had to pee; something about others knowing I was using a toilet or merely in need of one simply mortified me to my core, and that fear went double for her. But if I waited too long and it got too bad... No, I couldn't dare think about that! I had to take a chance now while there was a window of opportunity!

    Nervous as could be but grateful for the relief I knew would await me, I headed for the door as quietly as my heels allowed on the thin white carpet, hoping I could finish quickly despite how much lemonade I had to be rid of.

    The cellphone Vivienne had set on the table beside her pinged and vibrated against the wood loudly enough to startle me right as I reached the door. My hand on the knob, I pressed my legs together hard to prevent the scare from letting anything escape, wishing I had panties on now more than ever with my bare lips so exposed to the open air beneath my skirt. Frozen on the spot, I watched and waited for more information from my boss as she lifted her phone. In part I was eager to help if needed, but mostly I couldn't escape with her potentially about to share something important...
    Scanning the phone screen, Vivienne didn't lose her focused but disinterested expression as she returned it to the table after only a glance, leaving me in hopeful limbo before she spoke again. "That's the alarm I originally had set for a final break... Seeing as how the actual slideshow isn't long though, why don't we do our practice now so we'll be done for the day?"

    A spasm of anxiety tore through my whole body and made my bladder contract so hard I was forced to squeeze my legs shut again to avoid a leak. Somehow being denied the bathroom was physically painful in my current condition, likely because my body knew I had no idea how long Vivienne thought this was really going to take, nor how much time I had until things got... unbearable. But what could I do? Even asking for a quick bathroom break was just too much, to the point my heart almost lurched in terror at the thought alone, leaving me little to do for now but hold it. It was a struggle not to whimper in trepidation as I took my hand off the doorknob.
    "W-what should we do?" I asked with more concern showing than I would have liked, my desire to be helpful a calming force in the face of my unease and growing desperation. In the back of my mind I was assuring myself I absolutely had the strength to hold it for as long as necessary, and that it was beyond absurd for a grown woman to be so worried about needing the bathroom. I'd never had an accident, and I certainly wasn't going to have one now, even if I didn’t know how long I could handle the discomfort growing in every part of my pussy. All I had the power to do was be ready to sneak out as soon as I saw an opening.

    "No point in making it a big fuss. You take your spot by the refreshments, or where the lemonade is for now, and come up when I hand off the rest to you, sort of like how we practiced for the presentation we thought we were giving." Vivienne said without a hint of concern, gesturing to the table where we'd lay out the snacks tomorrow.

    For now, all there was on the polished wooden tabletop was the drink dispenser and its mockingly bright yellow lemonade. Ice still floated at the top to keep it cool enough for condensation to not only fog the glass but to drip down the sides in tiny rivulets, advertising the cold and refreshing contents that I'd been so grateful Vivienne had brought for us to share. I buckled my knees together at the sight, and suddenly hated my love-struck self for having been so overly polite and drinking so many. All of the lemonade I'd sipped down without a care was still gathering at an agonizing speed in my bladder, swelling it to an unbearable size with a growing amount of pee I had no idea when I'd be free to release. I nearly whimpered in agony as Vivienne gave one final helpful bit of advice. 

    "Lock the door to make sure we aren't interrupted. Oh, and try to always have a drink in your hand, even for this practice. It makes everything feel more at ease." She turned on the projector as she spoke, her affect calm and oblivious to my predicament as she focused only on getting her slideshow up. 
    "Of course!" I said as cheerfully as I could, remembering I had to not only hold it but also hide the fact that I was doing so. How humiliating would it be for my boss, the woman I admired and was so deeply attracted to, to know I was absolutely desperate because I couldn't keep my thirst in check or ask for a bathroom like an adult? No amount of hard work could get me back in her good graces if she found out I had let it get this bad. I had to make sure that no one watching could ever predict I was desperately in need of a pee. Gulping down a quick breath and steeling myself, I put on the cheeriest smile I could, then locked the door and headed to the beverage dispenser with my head held high. Every step jostled my bladder to the point I had to fight a reflexive wince off my face.

    Either Vivienne was far too focused on her work to notice anything out of the ordinary, or I actually managed a convincing act, because she kept her efforts on getting the slideshow to read clear on the board at the front of the room. "Obviously we'll have to be professional tomorrow, but I don't really care too much about that right now, so I hope you'll forgive me for being a little casual."

    I was split between focusing on her and the painstaking task of sitting down without giving anything away. The chair beside the lemonade dispenser looked uncomfortably low to my currently desperate self, and I had to take another breath as my mind wandered to thoughts on how nice it would be to sit on a toilet instead. Trying not to picture anything of the sort, I sat as quickly as I dared, knowing but not admitting what the consequences might be if I moved too fast. Just one poorly planned adjustment and everything could be soaked in the blink of an eye.

    Thankfully my behind settled into the chair without a single drop of leakage to be felt, but I made quite a point of squishing my pussy against the hard surface to apply as much pressure as I could when I first sat down. Despite its liquid cargo, my bladder felt like a solid and unyielding ball of pain and discomfort in my lower belly, and one that I could do nothing to soothe as it pressed on my overburdened little hole. 

    It wasn't until I looked back to the lemonade that I recalled my directions with a sinking feeling of unparalleled gravity. Holding in my pee was hard enough, but having to add more to the load, all while keeping up a happy veneer? There were probably torture techniques less cruel than this, but I didn't have the freedom to complain or even break my composure. Gulping back a whine, I kept my fake smile as steady as I could, reaching for a cup with all the mock enthusiasm as I was able to muster. 

    Trembling hands bravely took a Styrofoam cup off the pile and held it beneath the little faucet to pour, but I couldn't keep myself from hesitating in my agony, my wide eyes trailing up the rivulets of condensation to the top of the dispenser. The lemonade level was much lower in the glass container than it had been when Vivienne had kindly brought it in that morning, giving me a visual clue as to how much I'd downed in such a short amount of time, and the damning sight alone was enough to make my bladder throb. I'd been so happy she'd brought us something to share, and so delighted to try a beverage she had made, and so refreshed by every delicious sip...

    Beneath the fabric of my skirt I jammed my thighs together for security. My other hand pressed down on the release while I pretended to listen to the beginning of the presentation, every moment ticking by like an eternity. Eager to be done with the torture but very compromised, my finger's push on the nozzle was feeble and slipped after only a brief tap to start the flow. Vivienne didn’t notice the error but it was far from without consequences. A thin dribble of lemonade squirted out the tiny exit to patter audibly into the cup, and between the color and the way the droplets flowed over the Styrofoam it was quite easy for my desperation laden mind to make an obvious and painful comparison. The similarities conjured up unwanted but irresistible fantasies of my own release happening in a similar fashion, and the images that flashed before my eyes were so tempting I almost mewled out loud. It was so easy to imagine slipping a cup between my thighs and letting go under my skirt, all without panties in the way to slow me down or a care in the world for decency, and the pattering of pee hitting the cup would probably sound just like the lemonade-

    Heat that was far too wet for comfort appeared between my legs with enough speed to stop me in my tracks. Icy fear filled my body in response, the unmistakable dampness of a leak stopping just shy of dripping beyond my pussy and sparing my skirt from a wet patch. I had to take a few painstaking moments to grasp the gravity of what I'd almost done before it registered. Adrenaline was surging through me, but I had to remain completely still as I tried to grapple the fact that I'd almost peed myself, the few droplets I'd been irresponsible enough to let by still threatening to leak into my skirt without panties to soak them up. On reflex my legs jiggled under the strain of dealing with the near accident while still holding back a flood. 

    "First slides are all introductions; I say my name and what I do here, even though they should all know me by now..."

    Vivienne knocked me out of my near crisis and back to the still ongoing situation in the present once I heard her playful dig. Coming quite close to cracking the cup in my panicked hands, I looked back up at the board to see the slideshow projected beside her, with our company photos laid over our job titles and other bits of information. In my agony I'd completely forgotten we were in the middle of practice. I was obviously failing to stay in control, and would need to do much better if I wanted to keep my secret under wraps. 

    Gulping in nervous dread, I went back to the agonizing task at hand, moving as fast as I could to minimize the chances of losing my nerve. The fake smile on my face was little more than a tiny lift on the edges of my lips as I braced myself for the continuing torture. Holding the cup beneath the nozzle once again, I pressed the lever to start the flow of lemonade.

    Gentle pattering hit my ears with all the force of a waterfall. In my desperation the thin stream that flowed into the cup may as well have been a flood of biblical proportions, and the rising tide of bright yellow lemonade burned an unavoidable comparison into my mind, one that tempted me so much I had to intertwine my legs together like a pretzel just for some comfort. Beneath my skirt my pussy struggled the most. Every beat of my hammering heart came synchronized to a  pounding pain against the tiny hole keeping it all inside, as if an ocean was battering my urethra every single second to try and struggle free. It was enough to bring agonized tears to my pretty blue eyes.

    Despite it all, I managed to stay dry until I had a full cup in front of me at last, but the exertion had left a considerable dent in my resolve. Sweat was once again perceptible in places both private and in full view. But in my refusal to submit I could only celebrate the small victory, even if I was still hardly out of the woods yet.

    "This slide is just the start of the process of the merger. It's all a bunch of self congratulatory garbage so I hope you'll forgive me if I'm less than enthusiastic; I can't be expected to fake sincerity two days in a row." Vivienne said as she kept on going, apparently heedless to my struggle by the grace of some merciful God. Despite everything I actually felt my smile become more genuine at the comment. Even with a need to pee like nothing I'd ever known, this woman always had the ability to make me feel better, especially when she was honest about how dumb corporate nonsense could be. I knew she'd play the part tomorrow and pretend to be as happy as the directors expected her to be, but I got the treat of seeing her genuine and far more hilarious presentation today. Perhaps focusing on that would be the key to holding it without as much struggle?

    Ignoring the cup in my hand, I kept my eyes on Vivienne, and found I was far more able to focus on her than anything else that could have distracted me. Such a thing was hardly unusual though. Staring at a beautiful woman didn't require much effort, even when you were still in the closet. If I was especially attentive I could see the small but lovely details in how her chest jiggled with the smallest movement to set it off, her every minute shift creating enough motion to bounce the outcropping breasts in their undoubtedly expensive bra, something her fitted blouse only accentuated with its soft, tight fabric. Then there was the curvaceous drop downwards to her hips... How incredible it was, to stop and admire how she thickened so much her ass would probably be able to block out a good portion of the projection if she stood sideways. It was a sight that helped me ignore my desperation, but also made the pain still remaining far more bearable. If anything the feelings she gave me mixed very well with a need to pee, and having no panties on and her not thinking anything was amiss was absolutely the icing on the cake of temptation. 

    "Tina?"

    The cup in my hand was jostled when my name in her voice snapped me out of my delightful vacation from reality. Vivienne was looking at me expectantly, and it occurred to me that I hadn’t heard a word she’d said for some time and had no other way to respond but lost confusion. "Huh?"
    "Did you hear me? I asked if you thought some of these numbers were less than accurate." She reiterated, looking concerned with my reaction instead of annoyed. Given how I usually paid attention at all times that made sense, but now I had no idea how to save myself from appearing careless, so I quickly replied and threw a plan together as I went. 

    "Oh, yes!" I said in an enthusiastic lie, scanning the page to find it was a list of exaggerated samples and inflated profits someone must have thrown together. Biting my lip at the strain of holding pee and strategizing at the same time, I babbled out an excuse for my inattentiveness, cringing at the lameness of what came out of me in the process. "S-sorry I'm just... I'm trying to memorize everything... So it goes well tomorrow."

    My words were near painful with their pitiful lack of conviction. Keeping my legs crossed, I tried to just focus now on the still considerable need to pee so I could avoid the scolding that had to be inbound, but instead found my ears delighted by a friendly reassurance. 

    "Oh, you sweet little thing... These jerks don't deserve that from you." Vivienne soothed, striking my delicate heart with her platonic but still thrilling use of "sweet thing" as an actual way to refer to me. It wasn't the first time I'd heard her say it, but to have it directed at me... Something like electric heat tingled the depths of my pussy. Rubbing my thighs together, I felt my heart come close to bursting even while my bladder had a momentary war with my body in an attempt to relieve itself during the chaos. Thankfully nothing came out of me but a grateful babble of thanks and a dumb but genuine smile.

    Vivienne returned to the presentation at that, and I went back to focusing on keeping my bladder in check while using her as the perfect distraction, though I made something resembling an effort to listen as well. It was far from easy but at least it was doable. My panic was now something far more like annoyance at how clearly I was to blame for my own discomfort, between drinking without a care and stubbornly refusing to take a bathroom break when I'd had the chance. Had I simply acted like an adult the deed would be done and over, and relaxing with an empty bladder might have actually made this fun, especially since I was blessed by so lovely a sight to enjoy. But not once in my life had my shyness allowed me to ask for a bathroom, and there was not a single instance where I had been able to use one while another person was present... So at least that internal resistance helped me hold it a little better?

    Another spasm encouraged me to shift in the chair as a safeguard, my bare pussy rubbing against my skirt to create the friction I'd found so unhelpful but so far from unpleasant before, and I had to curl up to withdraw the soft lips lest they be tempted any further. Forgetting my panties was proving to be a repeated strike against me... One could almost wonder how I'd made it this far as an adult if I was so embarrassed by basic natural functions. Even if today was the first time I'd made such a mistake in my life, it was quite the blunder.

    Minutes ticked by far too slowly for my liking, forcing me to keep casting glances to the clock as I tried to hold on to what my boss was saying at the same time. There were lots of numbers, congratulations, and a number of facts that had questionable sources Vivienne called out each time. Most of it became indecipherable gibberish as soon as it hit my ears. On top of that the hands of the clock seemed to tick by louder with every tiny motion, to the point where after a few minutes I could hear them loud as a car alarm from my chair. A horrifying increase in the pressure I was fighting seemed to coincide with the amplifying volume, but I had no way of knowing if it was the result of more lemonade gathering at the exit, my own fading resilience, or just a slow deterioration of my resolve... All three were on the table as it was now. Not daring to look at the cup still cradled in my hands, I wished for the umpteenth time that I had simply done a million things differently...

    Bouncing my legs beneath the table and out of sight for some small alleviation of the pain, I let out a quiet and shaky sigh to try and calm myself. In the end all of this discomfort would be for something, right? I'd find a way to get to a bathroom before things got too bad... Wouldn’t I? There was no way I'd allow myself to get to the point where an accident was even a possibility, as I wasn't locked in and there was a bathroom just down the hall. All I had to worry about was staying calm and collected so the desperation was never suspected.

    "This is your part, Tina." Vivienne said, interrupting my chain of thought but not surprising me as badly this time. Seeing the information on the projection board, I recalled being assigned a data sheet that matched the basics of what was on screen, which she helpfully explained as she stepped aside to make room for me beside the laptop. "You'll be covering our specific branch and everything we did to contribute, which is all laid out here anyway. Just try to look perky while reading it."

    Nodding in painful understanding, it took all I had in me not to wince as I stood, the sudden shift in position squeezing my bulging bladder with enough force that adrenaline surged through me in panic. There was undeniable warmth on my pussy, but in truth it was impossible to tell if it was a few more escaping droplets or actually heat created from the strain of holding so much pee in. I didn't exactly have time to think it over.
    Taking my first step sent everything sloshing once more, and the ocean of piss inside of me crashed down, wielding its full weight on my tiny hole as my heel made contact with the floor. In what had to have been just the few minutes since I’d last walked, it had already gotten so much worse. Pain and pressure so intense I almost doubled over had to be forced down so I could keep going. Every step produced the exact same results, but I had no choice but to soldier on, my pride combining with an iron willed refusal to ever let Vivienne know I needed to pee. It was the hardest thing I’d done in my life, but eventually I crossed what had to be the mile separating us and arrived at the front of the room, my still full drink in hand. Hopefully the dim lights and glossy projection beam would keep my sweat hidden...

    "Right! So, our department..." I began, tapping a key on the laptop to get the slideshow full screen once more. My throat worked on autopilot to read the text with the hint of a smile I was able to fake, as the rest of me was far too occupied on not peeing myself to help. Every inch of my pussy was straining to hold back the flood that wanted nothing but to escape. Standing had made it a hundred times worse, which could no doubt be attributed to gravity, but it was so powerful it felt like something was working with malicious intent to increase the downward pull just to torment me. 

    Not even knowing what I was saying, I tried every little trick I could to distract myself. Finishing the presentation meant we were done, and that would provide just the window I’d require for a bathroom break, so I needed only to stay strong a little longer. Intent on finding something to keep me going, I sought out anything capable of distracting the half of my mind that wasn't on autopilot, and caught a soft floral scent when I inhaled during my search...

    I knew from experience it was Vivienne's perfume.

    The realization was a distraction alright, but far more of a curse than a blessing. Focusing so much on my aching bladder had blinded me to her current proximity. Now it was impossible to ignore that she was right beside me, her much taller form no doubt towering over me as her expensive perfume filled my nose and clouded my mind, which once again sent tingles down my spine. Now though I was in no condition to endure them, and the usually delightful feelings pushed me near to the brink of losing control. God, it was hard enough to handle myself around her when I wasn't holding back a flood of pee... Everything about having her close made me want to imagine her warm body against mine while her hand slipped up my skirt and parted my thighs-

    "Tina?" Vivienne said just as I hissed in a breath of pain, the thought of a hand between my legs also taunting me with how relieving it would be to use my own and apply added pressure to the overworked exit. Instead my fists just balled to white knuckled tightness as I turned my head to face my still unassuming boss. Somehow she continued to only look concerned, though I was more than frustrated enough with myself for the both of us. "Do you have stage fright?"

    A response didn't attempt to so much as initiate on my tongue. In a way her diagnosis rang true; I was indeed afraid of being the center of attention and struggling now explicitly because I couldn't work up the courage to speak up and ask for a break, but that obviously wasn't what was being asked... Reading my frozen fear as the only response available to her, Vivienne continued, explaining her concerns and stepping closer. 

    "You look a little pale, and you're curling up like a frightened puppy. Does the idea of talking in front of a crowd scare you?" She said, her perfume now rich in my nostrils and making me dizzy enough to be dangerously close to fainting. Wetness that wasn't just pee was perceptible between my legs when I shifted back from her. 

    "S-sometimes..." I mumbled in a not dishonest reply. Fear of crowds had nothing to do with this hesitation though; everything tormenting me came down to a horrifying mixture of desperation and an inexplicable surge of arousal at her presence, which I usually had a better handle on. At this current moment though it felt like the two were mixing together, as if the need to pee and my lust for her fed off the mutual forbidden pleasure they created, and each was making the other stronger. It was truly like I was enjoying being desperate around her, and said enjoyment was turning me on to make appreciating her so much more sensual… but such a lecherous thing couldn't be true! I wasn't some kind of pervert! I was just a woman with a secret crush and not enough backbone to ask for a bathroom break...

    Vivienne smiled, her plump red lips drawing me in like they never had before. How many times had I fantasized about kissing them only to stop in shame? She wasn't married or dating as far as I knew, but she also probably had no attraction to women, and even if she did enjoy female company a young nobody like me certainly wouldn't make the cut. "Want to know a little trick of mine? I used to be terrified too, but if you stand with a touch more confidence, it can go a long way. Is it okay if I adjust you?"

    I had no doubt she meant putting her hands on me, something that was such a terrible idea I should have known to reject it with a lie in my current condition, but the temptation was far too great for my diminished willpower to have any hope of resisting. 

    "Yes."

    If my one word reply was too enthusiastic she made no sign of being bothered, and instead got right down to work. Moving behind me, she came close enough for me to feel the warmth of her body, and the proximity triggered a new surge of tingling delight along the length of my back. A portion of that sensation settled down at the fork of my legs, creating a war between the resulting pleasure in my pussy and the agony in my already strained bladder as holding it became that much harder. Sweat was quickly appearing again as she laid her hands on my shoulders. "Keep your back up straight, like this."

    Delicate fingers pushed me into a more upright position, which tightened the loop of my skirt over my bladder and forced the pee downwards to ram against the exit. It was enough to make me want to scream. There was so much pain and pressure but it only mingled with and enhanced the pleasure of her contact, leaving me battling a kind of agony that had me leaking more of the other wetness between my lips. 
    Despite it all I was obedient, my raging arousal and pain going molten and turning my body into something like a volcano overdue for a glorious eruption, a comparison bordering on literal in my case. My need for a bathroom was slowly becoming all encompassing, and the problem only worsened as she moved her hands lower to shift my posture even more upright, making it impossible not to discern the flood of piss trying to free itself. God it was so bad I could feel my bladder pressing outwards now; the rounded and bursting organ creating a none too invisible swell on my lower belly with nowhere for it to go but outwards. I was so full, so turned on, and so helpless between the two needs that I was little more than a frozen statue beside the laptop. 

    "Oh, and make sure you pause for a sip."
     
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    Episode One (part two)
     
    Ruby woke up on Sunday no less bewildered by Cordelia. Still fast asleep on the other side of the bedroom, she hadn't gotten up to use the toilet the entire night. For Ruby, this could only mean that now that Camber Manor was stirring into life, a morning pee of untold proportions was surely on the horizon.
    As Cordelia continued to snooze well into late morning, Ruby ignored the tickle in her own bladder and kept her eyes fixed on her room-mate's serene face. Even when she was asleep she looked flawless and her expression betrayed nothing of the state her bladder must have been in. Surely by now it would have been fit to burst, but it evidently wasn't fit enough to rouse her from her slumber. Conversely, Ruby couldn't hold off much longer and having been firmly holding between her legs for the past half an hour, she gave up to finally go and use the toilet herself. The result by no means lacked volume or might as it noisily churned the water beneath her, but given that Ruby had now taken her third enormous pee in the time Cordelia hadn't needed to take even one, her mind could only boggle at the proverbial lagoon that must exist between them. Not even the flush of the toilet was enough to disturb Cordelia, whose deep sleep carried on unabated even when Ruby returned to bed.
    Just as it seemed the girl would sleep the entire day, Ruby was startled to hear her suddenly stir into life. The bedsheets rustled gently as she stretched her body, then she cast the duvet aside to swing her legs down to the floor. Ruby thought her heart might beat its way out of her chest, the anticipation was so strong, but pretending to be asleep, she managed to covertly watch Cordelia rise to her feet. Moving elegantly across the room, she stopped short of the bathroom door and turned to open her case, then returned to her bed after rummaging around for a moment. How she hadn't already made a mad dash for the toilet was beyond Ruby, who out of the corner of her eye, could see Cordelia serenely brushing her hair, looking nothing at all like a girl who'd gone almost twenty four hours without a pee.
    From the other bedroom, Ruby suddenly heard movement and assumed one of Vanessa or Lauri was now also awake. Whichever one it was, they could soon be heard leaving the bedroom to put on the kettle and then returning shortly after. Ruby guessed it must be Vanessa if the kettle was involved and was proven correct the next moment when she heard her voice call Lauri's name. Lauri must still have been asleep as she apparently gave no response, before Vanessa's footsteps came shuffling across the sitting room again to softly knock on their bedroom door. Pushing it open a crack, she poked her head inside to ask if either of them fancied a cup of tea. At this point Ruby was fed up of pretending to be asleep and popped her head out of the duvet just in time to hear Cordelia say 'yes' she did.
    'Well the kettle's nearly boiled. I'll give you both a call when it's ready!'
    Duly summoned to the sitting room some moments later, Ruby and Cordelia joined Vanessa on the settees, where all three sipped tea and chatted about last night, still in their night clothes. Never one to go by half measures when it came to caffeine, Vanessa offered everyone a second cup when she eventually got up to make herself another and just as casually as she had the first time, Cordelia accepted. She dispatched her drink without even the slightest hesitation, looking as comfortable as could be, curled up on the settee with her legs tucked underneath her. Really, there was no need for Cordelia or Ruby to move from their spots in the sitting room, as Vanessa proceeded to excel in her role of caretaker, knocking together breakfast for all of them using the supplies she'd picked up yesterday.
    Their late breakfast stretched on into brunch and before anyone knew it, it was the middle of the afternoon. Cordelia still hadn't moved and wasn't looking likely to any time soon, while Vanessa had been into her bedroom a couple of times, but only to offer Lauri something to eat. On neither occasion had Lauri shown any indication that she was ready to face the world, let alone the sitting room and after going in to check one final time, Vanessa began to worry. She came back looking anxious and just as she opened her mouth to share her concerns with Cordelia and Ruby, there came a knock at the door. Frowning slightly at the unexpected interruption, Vanessa went to see who it was, while Ruby watched on.
    Of all people, Connie's face appeared at the crack of the door and her energetic voice soon filled the sitting room.
    'Hi girls! Not feeling too rough after last night I hope...'
    Her timing couldn't have been any worse, or more perfect, but she quickly gathered from Vanessa's expression that something was wrong. With a frown of her own, she came inside and alongside an equally curious Ruby and Cordelia, joined Vanessa in the bedroom.
    'Gosh, I figured she'd be hungover, but this is a bit much isn't it?'
    Vanessa sat down on the bed, before jumping up a moment later holding the back of her pyjama shorts.
    'Oh... shoot... It's soaked...'
    In the subdued light, she hadn't been able to see the thoroughly wet sheets surrounding Lauri, but a moment later after Ruby courteously opened the curtains, the extent of her ills became clear.
    'Right, this is definitely more than a hangover.'
    Connie agreed with Vanessa's assessment and looked as white as a sheet.
    'Look, I've got a car. Let me drive her to the hospital.'
    'Hospital? Are you sure? Shouldn't we get one of the wardens first?'
    'No, don't worry about the wardens, it's fine. I'll be five minutes!'
    Connie dashed off and Vanessa looked pensively towards Cordelia and Ruby. Not wasting any time though, they all decided to get dressed as quickly as they could and within the stated five minutes, Connie was back with her car keys in hand. There'd barely been enough time for any of them to do much more than throw some clothes on over their pyjamas, which meant there was no time at all to use the toilet before they left - a fact not overlooked by Ruby, who tried her best not to appear too excited as they heaved a mumbling Lauri upright and ushered her towards the door.
     
     
     
    Fortunately for Ruby, she was able to keep her thoughts well enough concealed on the way to the hospital that nobody had a clue what was going on inside her mind. She was in a constant, secret state of astonishment at the fact that after over a day and a half, Cordelia was still stubbornly holding in her pee. Why she was still holding it in was anyone's guess, but in the girl’s defence, not once since they’d met had she looked even remotely in need, so it did at least seem to follow...
    The five girls sat for what seemed like ages in Accident and Emergency before Lauri was wheeled off into another room. Only Vanessa was allowed to stay with her, so Ruby, Connie and Cordelia had no choice but to sit tight until she returned. Lauri's plight aside, the prospect of having to remain seated for even longer was not met with enthusiasm by any of them, most notably Cordelia who seemed to be regretting her decision to come along. Connie had done all she could to keep the conversation flowing, but they were rapidly running out of things to talk about and Cordelia was rapidly losing patience with her. Finally Connie admitted defeat after one frosty response too many and they all fell silent. Finding the lull unbearable though, Connie soon piped up again.
    'I think I'll pop to the loo...'
    Having all made use of the water cooler at some point, Ruby could believe that Connie wasn't entirely faking. Ruby’s own bladder was feeling quite full and though it wasn't giving her grief at that moment, she knew from Connie's side glance that she was seeking company, so got up to go with her. Just as Ruby thought to ask Cordelia if she wanted to come too, Cordelia tersely cut her off.
    'I'll wait here...'
    She crossed her legs, then quite pointedly flicked her hair at them while turning her head in the opposite direction.
    'Right, okay...' replied Connie delicately, before she and Ruby left their seats to go and find the toilet.
    Ruby could tell Connie was hurt and she did her best to reassure her that Cordelia didn't mean to be snappy, even though she had nothing with which to back this up.
    'She's probably just... Maybe she...'
    Then it hit her.
     
    …Maybe she needs to pee!
    Ruby's eyes widened suddenly as Cordelia's ever more frequent flashes of irritation began to make sense. Finally, after the best part of two days, her enormous bladder was beginning to creak and the result was a rapidly shortening fuse.
    It just has to be that…
    'Maybe she what?' asked Connie a moment later, the confusion obvious in her voice.
    Ruby realised she'd trailed off and was quick to come up with something to cover her tracks. She gestured for Connie to go ahead and use the single occupancy toilet before her, then took her turn once she was done, then they both returned to the waiting area where Cordelia remained cross-legged and looking very cross indeed.
    It was early evening by the time Vanessa reappeared. She revealed that Lauri was going to be kept in overnight as a precaution, but she was on a drip and on the mend, so stable enough that they could leave at last. This news was rather happily received all round, however one glance at Cordelia was all Ruby needed to tell she clearly didn't feel like celebrating. Vanessa seemed to assume her lack of enthusiasm was simply due to not having had anything to eat and so she came up with the bright idea of getting a take-away before they made the half-hour journey back to the residence. Cordelia shrugged as if she didn't care one way or the other, but Ruby reckoned she knew exactly where she'd rather go... Oblivious to the hidden subtext though, Vanessa led the way to Connie's car, telling everyone just how hungry she was and how she’d been forced to drink half of the water cooler just to stop her stomach rumbling earlier.
    Ruby would later wonder if Vanessa's innocuous anecdote had any bearing on Cordelia's decision to 'super-size' her order when they stopped at a drive-thru McDonald’s on the way home. The novelty 'extra, extra large' portion size not only included enough fries for everybody in the car twice over, but also came with what looked like a bucket of Coca-Cola - enough perhaps to match half a cooler's worth of water…
     
     
     
    Deciding she was too hungry to drive all the way back to the residence, Connie opted instead to park the car and asked if everyone was happy to eat inside the restaurant. No one objected - not even Cordelia - and once they'd found a table she, like the others, hungrily tucked into what they'd bought.
    Ruby couldn't help but stare at her between bites. She looked ever so stern, but so elegantly did Cordelia put away her entire meal that it almost dampened some of Ruby's suspicion that she was privately desperate to pee. In particular the way every time her lips touched her straw, she'd always take long and deliberate sips, not a single time shying away from, or ignoring the colossal beverage. In fact, somehow despite having the largest meal, Cordelia finished before everyone else, rattling the ice in her cup as she flicked her hair and stared impatiently around the room.
    At any point during the time it took the others to finish eating, Cordelia could easily have gone to use the toilet, but she remained in her seat until they were ready to return to Connie's car. Whatever game she was playing, or whatever gamble she was taking, clearly she felt she had what it took to win and that she was tough enough to wait until she got home. It wasn't the longest journey, only half an hour on the dual carriageway, which, in the context of over thirty hours wasn't much of a gamble at all, however the very moment Connie merged onto the main road, the stakes immediately went shooting up.
    'Bugger! When did this all get here?'
    Red tail lights stretched on for miles in front and as more vehicles merged to the rear, they suddenly found themselves penned into near gridlock traffic. It was just the scenario Ruby imagined Cordelia wouldn't have wanted, but while Connie and Vanessa anxiously discussed the situation, Cordelia kept silent. With the back of her head to everyone else, she sat facing the window in the front passenger seat and seemed quite wrapped up in her thoughts, occasionally sighing and tightening her crossed arms each time the car inched forward. Other than those moments, she appeared to be remarkably under control, especially compared to Connie, who had become a shadow of her easy-going self. Traffic apparently being her only weakness, she couldn't resist the urge to curse every second of every minute lost to the ‘infernal’ tailback.
    'For crying out loud… it's been over an hour!'
    To Connie's left, Cordelia gave another quite irritated sigh in response to this latest outburst and somehow managed to turn her head and body even further away.
    'There must have been an accident... This isn't right… I hope no one's been hurt...'
    From the rear seat, Vanessa tried as best she could to find a reason to temper their frustrations, but while Connie did settle down when she realised the situation may be more serious than she thought, none of her annoyance could be relieved and so for the next hour she sat stewing at the wheel.
    'I wish I'd gone to the loo when I had the chance...'
    Ruby's eyes darted in Connie's direction and then at Cordelia. In any sane scenario, the latter should have been the one to say these words, but it was Connie who was first to admit that she was having trouble holding in her pee. Though Connie didn't request a response, Ruby guessed the lack of one must have been rather disconcerting to her, as within the next quarter of an hour she was at it again.
    'Do any of you need to go as well?'
    Connie's knee was bobbing underneath the steering wheel, leaving no doubt as to what she was referring to. Ruby was still comfortable after her previous visit to the toilet, so hesitated for a moment, not wanting to say that she didn't. To her side, Vanessa seemed to have the same thought, but managed to offer somewhat more of a comforting reply nonetheless.
    'I might do soon...'
    Ruby suspected that if this were the case then she must not have gone while they were at the hospital. Vanessa really didn't seem the type to lie about anything.
    'How about you, Cordelia? You had that massive coke didn't you, surely you must be bursting?'
    Ruby's heart rate suddenly picked up speed. She wasn't the only one who'd noticed that after all…
    Cordelia turned to look at Connie beside her, her face a picture of indignation.
    'I can hold it, thank you...'
    She almost sounded insulted, but without another word, she turned and faced the window again. Connie, evidently, was too desperate to feel bad about Cordelia's withering tone and went back to frowning at the car in front. Ruby however fixed her eyes on the front passenger seat.
     
    So she does need to go!
    Cordelia had all but confirmed it now and a small part of Ruby suddenly hoped they never made it out of the traffic. Over the next hour however, Ruby too began to feel the weight of her own bladder throbbing more noticeably between her legs and wondered just how long they'd all be able to hold out. Even Vanessa was showing signs that 'soon' might well have become 'now' and she began to shift around uncomfortably in her seat. Ruby noticed she'd sporadically start breathing more deeply until she managed to get her situation under control, but unfortunately no such method would suffice for Connie... She was so desperate at this point that she routinely failed to notice when the car in front moved forward, often resulting in a cacophony of angry horns from behind. To her great fortune though, Vanessa nobly stepped in to rescue her, insisting that she was in no condition to operate a vehicle.
    'Let me drive. Here, swap seats with me, I'll come round.'
    She reassured everyone that she had in fact passed her test and when it was safe to do so, Vanessa hopped out of the car to take Connie's place in the front seat. Connie hobbled around the rear and joined Ruby at the back, where she remained entirely hunched over the rest of the way.
    Not too long after Vanessa took control of the wheel, they began to make more significant progress along the dual carriageway, eventually reaching the exit that would take them home. In all this time, Cordelia had not said a word. Ruby could tell from looking at her reflection in the wing mirror that she had her eyes closed and her face was no less mean-looking than it had been before.
    'We're nearly there, girls. Just a few more minutes and we're home free.'
    Vanessa was steadily closing in on the residence at the top of the hill. Its grand exterior lights were like a beacon in the dark that beckoned them along and at long last, she finally pulled the car onto the gravelled forecourt. Quickly parking in Connie's space, she and the others left the car as quickly as they could and headed inside.
    With the Lazuli wing being more conveniently located on the near side of the residence, Connie made it clear that she was not prepared to endure the trek over to the Emerald wing and instead accompanied the girls back to their rooms to use the toilet. This was no issue for Vanessa, who despite her own great need, offered Connie the first use of her and Lauri's bathroom. Likewise, Cordelia, who despite still not having said anything, made no particular effort to hurry after she left the car and told Ruby that she could go ahead and use the toilet before her as well.
    In a haze of desperation, Ruby wished she'd had the strength to stick around and watch Cordelia continue to defy the odds, but she was forced to leave her in the sitting room with Vanessa while she went to relieve her bursting bladder.
    One thunderous minute later, Ruby flushed the toilet and raced back into the sitting room. Despite their bathroom now being free though, Cordelia ignored her return and kept her back to the bedroom entirely. She stood with her arms folded and facing Vanessa, who had spotted Ruby and seemed to be gesturing to Cordelia that she was clear to go, but Cordelia, just like the night before, suddenly appeared more interested in conversation. She dug in her heels and refused to move an inch, not even quivering under the unfathomable burden inside her bladder and ultimately she kept Vanessa chatting until Connie rejoined them in the sitting room.
    Looking much more like herself, Connie thanked Vanessa, apologising for making her wait as she theatrically massaged her stomach. Vanessa flashed an awkward smile at Cordelia, as if to suggest that they both now finally take a moment to answer the call of nature, but Cordelia instead ran a hand through her hair and sat down on the settee.
    'You go, it's fine...'
    Vanessa stared at Cordelia for a moment, a disbelieving smile stretching across her face.
    'Well... all right?'
    Finally conceding 'defeat', she retreated to her room and to the bathroom, where she proceeded to pee hard enough to be heard from the sitting room.
    A good minute and a half into what turned out to be another considerable torrent, Connie mimed a silent 'wow' and sat down opposite Cordelia.
    'And I thought I was bursting!'
    She tried to raise a chuckle out of Cordelia by looking her way, but was short-changed once again. Nevertheless, Connie bounced back quickly and followed up with astonishment at the fact that Cordelia was still sitting where she was.
    'How are you not bursting though? Did you really drink all of that coke? I mean Vanessa had less and she's practically pissing for Britain in there-- I swear, if I’d had so much to drink I would've pissed myself on the motorway, guaranteed! You’re actually super human…'
    Ruby couldn't help laughing at that one. Even Cordelia managed a smirk as she narrowed her eyes imperiously, seeing nothing at all wrong with Connie's assessment.
    'Well I guess that's just the difference between us, isn’t it...'
    It was quite a statement to make with Vanessa continuing to gush as if her life depended on it. Cordelia gave the distinct impression she didn't think much at all of what she was hearing from the bathroom and at this point, Ruby was inclined to believe she really wasn't bluffing. 'Super human' was essentially an understatement as far as she was now concerned.
    After another intense minute and a half, Vanessa flushed and came back into the room where she too was surprised to find Cordelia in the same spot on the settee.
    'Have you still not - wow...'
    Cordelia flicked her hair and made no comment, as if she had no idea what Vanessa was talking about, but Ruby reckoned she saw the faintest hint of another smirk on her face. Vanessa smiled, missing this entirely and stepped towards the kettle.
    'Well I suppose you won't be wanting a cup of tea then! Does anyone else want one?'
    Connie was first to rule herself out of any more drinking for the night, finding it comical that anyone could be thirsty after such a traumatic ordeal, but when Cordelia defied everyone's expectations the next moment, she certainly wasn't laughing. Vanessa raised her eyebrows, unsure if she was having her leg pulled, but Cordelia insisted that she was serious.
    'But where do you put it...'
    Connie made it sound light-hearted, but there was an air of sincerity about her voice as she stared at Cordelia.
    'Anyway,' she said finally, shaking her head, 'I think I'll be off... Vanessa, just let me know what time you want to go and collect Lauri tomorrow, okay?'
    'Oh, sure, of course! Thank you!'
    Vanessa looked like she'd forgotten all about Lauri and she furrowed her brow.
    'That reminds me, I should probably tell the wardens she's absent tonight… Not to mention where she is and why... Completely forgot about that.'
    'Oh, erm… Don't worry! I'll take care of that-- since I'm going that way anyway! It's totally fine!'
    Standing up all of a sudden, Connie seemed quite keen for Vanessa not to go to any trouble and hurriedly said her goodbyes, letting herself out. They all thought it was quite an odd departure, but gave Connie the benefit of the doubt as it had been a very long day.
     
     
     
    After seeing Cordelia unflinchingly drink her tea that Sunday night, Ruby could say her room-mate was, without a shadow of a doubt, the girl from all the rumours. Not only had she outlasted everyone else in the suite a dozen times over, she'd done it without breaking a sweat. To top it all off, once they'd returned to their room, Cordelia even allowed Ruby to go ahead and use the shower before she did. To Ruby's surprise, Cordelia didn't take particularly well to being made the same offer and chose instead to sit on her bed with her legs crossed.
    Ruby felt as if she were committing a malicious act by locking the bathroom door behind her, effectively barring Cordelia access to the toilet for any number of minutes. Although Ruby reminded herself that Cordelia had had every opportunity to make use of the bathroom in the hour since they'd been back, she was suddenly quite conscious of the more tangible nature of this new obstacle. Should Ruby decide to wash her hair and really take her time, Cordelia would be entirely at her mercy, unable to do a thing about it. She wondered how long she could push it and turned on the shower, slowly removing her clothes before stepping under the hot water. In fairness, given their hasty departure from the residence that afternoon, Ruby had skipped taking a shower and it was only fair that she make up for it, but she did feel quite naughty eyeing up the shampoo and conditioner.
     
    Well she didn't ask me to hurry…
    Some forty five minutes later, Ruby gave her hair one final rinse and stepped out of the shower. She bit her lip wondering what kind of state Cordelia must be in after such a long stint in the bathroom and worried she might perhaps have overdone it. Her pyjamas and hair-dryer were in the bedroom, so there wasn't much more she could reasonably do to stall for time, but before leaving, Ruby glanced towards the toilet and a sudden brainwave hit her. Tearing off a single square of toilet paper, she opened the lid and dropped it inside so that it rested neatly on top of the water. She closed the lid again, collected up her things and then quickly let herself out.
    Cordelia was in the very same spot on her bed, with her legs crossed and her face unreadable. Ruby trembled with nerves as soon as she saw her.
    'Um... Sorry I took so long...'
    With a flick of her hair, Cordelia eased herself up and walked to her case.
    'Don't be silly, of course you didn't...'
    Ruby didn't know what to say, but bit her lip and went over to her side of the room. Cordelia proceeded to enter the bathroom and this time she closed the door behind her... Every sound she made from that point on was enough to set Ruby's pulse racing faster than it had all weekend. Although she couldn't see Cordelia, she imagined her making a desperate lunge for the toilet and held her breath, anticipating the subtle cues that would give her away. But none came. Instead Cordelia turned on the shower, potentially drowning out any chance she had of hearing the moment of truth. As frustrating as it was, Ruby had been aware of this eventuality and she comforted herself with the knowledge that she still had an ace up her sleeve...
    The roar of the shower carried on for a good quarter of an hour and just as Ruby finished drying her hair, Cordelia exited the bathroom. Ruby’s eyes darted towards her reflexively.
    'Do I have something on my face?'
    'Er, no, sorry,' Ruby replied, bashfully looking all around, 'I, er, forgot to brush my teeth...'
    She stole past Cordelia, trying not to seem suspicious and slipped into the steamy bathroom, pulling the door up behind her so she couldn't be seen. When Ruby was certain Cordelia wasn't looking, she stepped over to the toilet and as quietly as she could, lifted the lid to find a solitary square of paper resting on the top of the water. By no means was it solid confirmation, but given Ruby's doubts that Cordelia would ever consider using the shower as a toilet, she was fairly confident that she was still defiantly holding on to her pee.
    In a daze following her discovery, Ruby walked straight back out of the bathroom without brushing her teeth, only realising after she reached her bed. Not wanting to look even more suspicious, she decided to commit to getting into bed and hoped that Cordelia hadn't noticed.
    'I'll turn the light off then, shall I?'
    Cordelia was dressed for bed and with a touch of irritation, turned off both the bathroom light and main lights. She was about to turn in for the second night in a row without taking a pee and Ruby's voice trembled as she said thanks and good night. There was no way, in Ruby’s mind, that Cordelia could not need to pee. Casting her mind back a few hours, she remembered the first inkling she'd had that her room-mate was no longer just passively holding in whatever gallons were inside her bladder. She racked her brain trying to figure out what it was driving Cordelia to put off going to the toilet with such steely determination, but could get nowhere. As she yawned and rolled over into a more comfortable position, she decided to leave this mystery for another day, focusing for the time being on getting some sleep.
     
     
     
     
    In spite of how worked up she'd been before finally closing her eyes, Ruby fell asleep quickly and deeply that night. The room was silent and it seemed the entire residence was now peacefully down for the count.
    In the darkness, a crack of thunder suddenly tore through the air, shaking Ruby into consciousness and causing her body to jolt. The sound echoed around her and strangely seemed to get louder instead of fading away. Half asleep and confused, she had no idea what was going on, but then began to realise the unusually drawn-out rumbling appeared to be coming from inside the room, or rather, the bathroom...
     
    Oh my god…
    Ruby's body melted into a tingling mess of nerves as she realised what was going on. Her hands began to shake and she delicately lifted the duvet away from her face to look across the room at Cordelia's bed. She wasn't in it. In the very dim light it was just about possible to make out the shape of the empty sheets and that could only mean that her missing room-mate was the one responsible for the sound coming out of the bathroom. Cordelia was, quite unmistakeably, peeing into the toilet - and very loudly. Though it was difficult to tell, Ruby was sure she must have left the door open, because the intensity of sound defied belief. Her stream didn't sound quite as wild as Vanessa's, but carried just as much punch, unerringly striking deep into the water with a bizarre confidence, resulting in a bass the likes of which Ruby had never heard.
    She stared towards the bathroom, unable to do anything else while her body was quivering beyond her control, and it wasn't until she noticed how long Cordelia's noisy stream had rumbled on without stopping, or even slowing down that Ruby thought to count along in her head.
     
    One thousand, two thousand, three thousand…
    It was the same trick she always used to count herself on the toilet and the one she'd used earlier to secretly track Vanessa. Before yesterday, Ruby had only once counted past sixty seconds, but while Vanessa had since pushed her well into uncharted territory, Cordelia was now pushing even further still. Beyond three minutes, it was so difficult for Ruby to focus and to stop her legs from quivering that she began to lose count. Reaching three and a half minutes with no end in sight, she finally lost the battle and fell backwards onto her pillow. Writhing into a ball, with the sheets between her thighs, Ruby was doing everything she could to fight against temptation, but it was too strong. In the end her hand was powerless to stop itself from slipping down the waistband of her pyjamas and she herself was far too agitated to show any kind of restraint.
    Slowly strumming to the sound of Cordelia's cascade, Ruby tried again to count the seconds in her head and in quite laboured fashion made it back up to three minutes before losing her way. More than once during this second sequence she was forced to bury her face in the pillow for fear of crying out loud, though really the chances of being heard over Cordelia were slim indeed. She was still loudly drilling away in the bathroom even after more than six minutes by Ruby's rough estimation.
    As much as it made sense in the context of two days, Ruby was still blown away that Cordelia could pee like this. That so much liquid could fit inside her bladder and that such a bladder could fit inside her body was simply bewildering. Vanessa was so tall and she peed an incredible amount in her own right, but somehow it seemed her bladder was proportional to her frame. Cordelia on the other hand, had a bladder that was comfortably at least twice as large as Vanessa's and even though she wasn't the smallest, Ruby thought it would have been a bladder more befitting of a woman perhaps twice as tall.
    In due course, the localised thunderstorm did subside and Cordelia finally stopped peeing. Ruby rushed to pull the duvet back over her head and pretended to be asleep, but most likely Cordelia knew she was acting when she came back into the room some moments later. As Vanessa would attest the following morning, when she told them she'd been woken up on the other side of the suite in the middle of the night, it was unthinkable that Ruby could have slept through ‘that!’
    Embarrassed as she was, Ruby was glad they couldn't see past her blushing cheeks and into her mind. Cordelia had now firmly cemented her place at the centre of her dreams, a wild fantasy come true and not only that, she was her very own room-mate. In addition to this and everything else, Ruby realised then that she'd still not seen Cordelia desperate. At most, after two days, she was merely mildly uncomfortable, but nothing close to what Ruby would ever call bursting. She wondered just how far away Cordelia was from her absolute limit and what it might take for her to push herself all the way and quite soon, Ruby was dreaming of the year of amazing possibilities that lie ahead of her.
     
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    Trickling Down reacted to Splashfics in Queen of the Hills - Episode One   
    (This extended preview features themes of extended holding, desperation, and super long peeing. It takes place in a fictional University setting, so will contain mild references to alcohol and party culture, as well as some mild nudity and sexual themes.)
     
    Episode One (part one)
    Nestled away in a particularly special corner of England, at the very top of the tallest hill for miles around, sat the most luxurious of Camber Hills' student lodgings.
    A silver Rolls Royce approached, weaving its way up a long, leafy road and from its back seat, an appreciative passenger caught her first glimpse of Camber Manor through the auburn trees. Her lips curled into a satisfied smile as the residence came more clearly into view and she drank in every last drop of its splendid exterior. Where else but here would Cordelia Finegold, fairest and dearest of all, choose to call her home for her first year as a University student…
     
     
     
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    Dozens of over-excited freshers were already buzzing about the hallways of Camber Manor, furnishing the rooms and dormitories with their possessions as well as with a feverish air of anticipation.
    Among the masses was one of a select few students who had either already finished offloading their things, or had had them delivered ahead of time for the sake of convenience. On the top floor of the Lazuli wing, with no bags left to unpack, Ruby Wang sat twiddling her thumbs and listening to the commotion on the other side of her door. She was the first to arrive in the four-girl suite to which she'd been assigned and every passing pair of footsteps sent her heart racing. Really though, it hadn't stopped thumping since she'd noticed one particular name on the sheet of paper attached to the door.
    The odds were astronomical, but what if it was that Cordelia... The friend of a friend of a friend, who her classmate had mentioned so off-handedly the year before but so intriguingly to Ruby as 'the girl who never went to the toilet...' Of all the possible room-mates she could end up with, Ruby thought it would be amazing for it to be someone like her. Someone who not only shared Ruby's peculiar penchant for putting off trips to the toilet, but who excelled at it to the point that she could even become the subject of her own rumours…
    In any case, Ruby was getting ahead of herself. Other than that first name and the fact she was supposed to be ‘breathtakingly’ gorgeous, there was no way to tell for sure if this room-mate was the real deal - although a few ideas did spring to mind.
    Suddenly the door swung open. Ruby's heart drummed as into the shared sitting room walked a tall, dark-haired girl with an attractive face and an enormous bust. When she confidently introduced herself as Vanessa Schultz though, Ruby did her best to hide her disappointment and pointed her towards the bedroom on the left. A moment later, another head popped round the door, this time a shorter girl with a mousy brown ponytail and a face as cute as a button. But Lauri Taylor, as she quietly made it known, wasn't the one Ruby sought.
    Twice she'd been fooled for the briefest of moments, but Ruby would have little doubt the third time around - not simply due to the process of elimination, but rather because there was no mistaking the subtle golden glow that seemed to frame the perfect silhouette now standing at the door. The half-girl half-goddess paused for a second, then swept inside the room, snatching the attention of all three of her room-mates.
    Amused by the reaction she'd caused, her lips curled into a smile for the second time that morning.
    'Are you going to just stare at me all day, or are you going to introduce yourselves?'
    Vanessa took the bait, stuck out her chest and smiled, then she led the way, enthusiastically introducing everyone on their behalf.
    Ruby stood back, in awe of the way the charismatic stranger had immediately won command of the room. Even Vanessa - tall as she was, seemed to shrink slightly in stature before the newest arrival, although, as the girl twirled out of her burgundy cape, Ruby wondered if it was the sudden sight of an equally enormous bust that had knocked Vanessa back. Good for her then that she'd finished with the introductions and only needed to point around the room to show where everything was. To Vanessa's rear, the kitchenette and on either side of them, the doors to the two bedrooms.
    'Bathrooms are inside the rooms in case you were wondering. I think there's one in each, so feel free to pop in and use ours if ever yours is busy.'
    It was subtle, but the girl suddenly appeared to lose interest in what Vanessa was saying at this point and began idly staring around the room. Undeterred, Vanessa smiled and turned towards the kitchenette.
    'Anyway I'm gasping for a cup of tea! Anyone want one? Don't worry, I've got spare mugs!'
    Three raised hands and one boiled kettle later, four large mugs of tea sat steaming on the coffee table. But no self-respecting fresher could, in good conscience, toast the start of their University journey with such a responsible drink. So once the mugs were emptied, plans were made to venture into town at the first opportunity in order to find some booze. Orientation wasn't until two thirty in the afternoon, meaning there were a good few hours they could kill.
    Before they left, Lauri and Vanessa went to their room - Lauri for a 'quick wee' and Vanessa her purse - and for the first time, Ruby was left alone with the girl with whom she'd be sharing the room on the right.
    'Um... Just to be sure… Your name is Cordelia, right?'
    The girl sitting in the single-seater threw her eyes back sarcastically.
    'Durr,' she laughed, 'Yes... Cordelia Finegold.'
    Ruby laughed back nervously and wondered if she really was looking at 'the one'. Everything about her so far was superlative; from her head to her toes, she was absolutely the type of girl people would make rumours about, but still, Ruby had to know if the most important rumour of all was true…
    Swinging her cape back over her shoulders, Cordelia stood up as Vanessa came back into the sitting room. For an awkward moment (made more awkward by Cordelia's impatient sighing) they waited for Lauri to return from the toilet. Very soon there came a flush and an embarrassed face then dashed out apologising to everyone.
    Lauri looked a touch surprised to see everyone already standing there ready to go and also that no one else but she had gone to the toilet. Ruby noticed, as well, just how casually the other two were about leaving without a trip to the lavatory and - although indeed it was very early days yet - she couldn’t help but grow quietly excited.
     
     
     
    Ruby's excitement continued to simmer under the surface for the rest of the morning and on into the afternoon as she secretly kept tabs on her group of room-mates. Having not been to the toilet herself, she had her own reasons for feeling a buzz, but after more than three hours exploring the streets without either Cordelia or Vanessa caring to stop in at any of the public facilities around town, it started to dawn on Ruby that there might be something to her suspicions.
    Trudging back up the hill with a quarter of an hour to spare before their orientation meeting, Ruby received a signal from her bladder that it might like to be emptied soon, but she was used to denying such requests and casually shooed it away. Lauri seemed to be dealing with a similar appeal from her bladder and, perhaps still embarrassed that she was the only one to have used the toilet thus far, appeared to be doing her best not to show it. Discreetly, she fell into step with Ruby, a couple of paces behind Cordelia and Vanessa, then lowering her voice, she whispered into her ear.
    'I really need a pee, what about you?'
    Ruby thought it quite telling that Lauri would assume she, of all of their group would be most like her in the bladder department. Unluckily for her though, Ruby shook her head and offered a sympathetic smile, but it was obvious that Lauri was disappointed.
    As they neared the steps leading back up to Camber Manor, Vanessa reminded everyone of the time. It had taken them a lot longer than expected to get back up the hill and now they only had a couple of minutes to spare. Originally they'd intended to go back to their suite to drop off the half dozen plastic bags they'd accumulated, but Vanessa proposed they head straight to the dining hall instead.
    'Is it really such a big deal?'
    Contrary to Vanessa, Cordelia didn't seem to think there was any need to hurry and Vanessa found her tongue suddenly tied. Lauri then interjected, spotting an opportunity.
    'It's all right, I'll take the bags! You all go ahead!'
    Eyebrows were raised as she energetically zipped around, gathering up the bags and reassuring everyone she could make it in time.
    'I do gymnastics, so I’m strong enough to manage! And I'll be super quick!'
    Just like that, Lauri had the bags and she dashed off ahead, disappearing up the steps. Ruby had a feeling she knew what her plan was and hoped she made it to the toilet in time, never mind the orientation…
    In the end, they all made it and Lauri rejoined her room-mates in the queue to the dining hall looking a lot more comfortable than she had previously.
    Ruby's bladder soon sent up another complaint (which was duly rebuffed) and she wondered about the other two girls. When they were in town they'd all stopped for coffee and both Vanessa and Cordelia had drunk a large beverage each, so in addition to that morning's cup of tea and whatever else they'd had before, it was certain that their bladders were holding some amount. But whether they, too, were rejecting calls from down below, or if anything was registering at all, Ruby had no clue. Both seemed so calm and collected, even as one of the house wardens appeared from a side room to let everyone in the antechamber know they were welcome to help themselves to refreshments while they waited. The woman wheeled out two large urns of tea and coffee, as well as several jugs of squash, which were rapidly surrounded.
    'Do any of you want anything from the trolley?'
    Vanessa was clearly keen for yet another caffeine fix and offered to make the trip on everyone's behalf.
    'I'll come with you,' declared Cordelia all of a sudden.
    Vanessa smiled happily, appreciative of the gesture but misinterpreting its intention, and reiterated her question to Lauri and Ruby, who both opted for squash.
    In no time the dining room doors were opened and the students entered to take their seats, sipping their various drinks throughout the half-hour introduction to life at Camber Manor. Obviously wired from all the caffeine she was drinking, Vanessa watched with her full, undivided attention. Cordelia however, despite her own drink, looked as if she would soon die of boredom, but she did soon perk up when once the talk concluded, the students were directed to the back of the hall.
    Much like Cordelia, everyone else who’d fallen asleep by this point, upon the announcement of the start of 'freshers week', was miraculously restored of enthusiasm and motivated in a heartbeat to sign up for the events, fairs, activities and most importantly, the parties all taking place over the next seven days. A team of volunteers was on hand to take down the students' names, which included all four of the girls in Ruby's suite (as she found out when they reunited in the antechamber).
    The last to emerge from the dining hall was Cordelia, who, she advised without any apology, had been caught in conversation with one of the older student volunteers. She didn't go into detail, but gave the exceptionally well-dressed second year a subdued wave as she sidled past them on her own way out.
    In any case, nobody asked and the next minute they decided to head in the direction of the common room, where it appeared, a number of people were congregating.
    Just down the hall from the dining room, the common room had comfortable sofas and televisions, group activities such as a snooker and table tennis tables and, although it looked like it was closed at that particular moment, a real and functioning bar.
    'There was a bar all along? And we went and bought all that booze!'
    Vanessa slapped her forehead and laughed loudly, drawing the attention of a mixed group of students sitting on the sofas nearby.
    'You bought booze as well? So did we!'
    An easy-going blonde girl turned around with a grin on her face, addressing them all with her very open body language. Sat next to her were presumably people with whom she'd already made acquaintance and Ruby suddenly felt their two groups begin to gravitate towards one another.
    'If we'd known this place was here, we wouldn't have bothered,' the girl continued, before a lanky-legged boy behind her joined in the conversation.
    'To be fair, Connie, I don't think it's even open until tomorrow, so we can still get drunk tonight at least.'
    He sat up, moving his dark curtains to the sides of his face and peered over Connie's shoulder. Evidently he'd seen something he liked.
    'Hi, I’m Donnie. Do um, do you guys fancy bringing your booze up to our floor? If we put it all together we could make ourselves a little party, couldn't we...'
    'Ooh, a house warming! That sounds awesome!’
    And it wasn't only Connie who thought so. Vanessa, Lauri and Ruby were all keen to participate and even Cordelia said she was up for it, so they pulled up a few chairs and stayed for a while, exchanging details and whatnot with the half-dozen friendly students. But as 'a while' turned into the rest of the afternoon, Ruby could no longer keep her mind off her bladder, which was filling past a point that she could ignore. She crossed her legs, having to apply pressure for the first time and glanced around at the others. Vanessa was chatting away enthusiastically with one half of the circle and Cordelia was also in the thick of a muted yet no less involved conversation with the other half. From their body language, Ruby couldn't tell if they were making an effort to look the way they did, but if neither of them needed the toilet by now, it undeniably meant both of their bladders must dwarf her own.
    With as much charisma as the two girls had between them, there was no chance of anyone standing up before either decided it was time to move and so Ruby endured the pain of her full bladder for as long as the conversations carried on around her. She was barely taking part at this point and simply allowed herself to be tossed to and fro between the immense tides of her steely-bladdered room-mates. Somewhere nearby, Lauri's leg was bobbing up and down, so Ruby could be certain there was at least one more person present who needed a pee, but it wasn't until Connie slapped her thighs and said 'Right!' that it became clear practically everyone had been waiting for the go ahead. On her cue, they all rose (all except Cordelia and Vanessa) and on the premise of 'getting the party started', wasted no time in filing out of the common room.
    Lauri and Ruby weren't far behind everybody else and moved quickly to the exit. While she wanted to watch the other two, Ruby knew she'd soon wet herself if she didn't hurry, so alongside Lauri, dashed up the main staircase and to the upper floors, then down their corridor and into the suite, where they parted ways and found desperate relief in their respective bathrooms. Although she closed the door to the bathroom, Ruby heard Lauri's exaggerated sigh of relief through the open bedroom doors, as they both sat down and finally let go. In comparison, Ruby was only slightly less vocal, but the sound of her thunderous pee probably reached just as far, and continued to rumble on even as she heard faintly the flush of the toilet from the other side of the suite. A full forty five seconds after Lauri, Ruby flushed the toilet and took a moment to calm down. It was one of the longest, most enjoyable pees she'd ever taken and had she been alone she might have spent a while longer patting herself down, but with the added prospect of Cordelia and Vanessa on the horizon, she made haste and joined Lauri in the sitting room. Having taken their time in getting back from the common room, neither Cordelia nor Vanessa seemed in any hurry to go to the toilet, or ready to even acknowledge the bathrooms’ existence as they re-entered the suite still in conversation…
     
     
     
    Connie had said to come up to her suite on the top floor of the Emerald wing from seven, so after a quick change and a touch of primping in the bedroom mirrors, the girls were ready to head back out almost as soon as they'd stepped in.
    Cordelia led the way, barely having spent a moment on her appearance, yet still looking as fresh-faced as she had that morning - not to mention more dazzling than the other three girls combined, although that wasn't to say they hadn't made an effort. Either way, the pattern of the night was set early on and Cordelia wedged herself into one of the settees, drink firmly in hand and a handful of eager listeners all around her. On the opposite settee, Vanessa was also surrounded, and like in the common room, the two girls' respective conversations carried on almost with their own gravitational pull. Drinks, it seemed, found their way to each of their hands without any effort at all on their part and well into the night, both had ended up putting away a fair few. Astonishingly though, despite them sinking bottle after bottle, neither appeared even slightly out of control. Ruby presumed that Vanessa, with her larger frame, was naturally capable of soaking up the alcohol, but how Cordelia did it, just like much else that she did, remained a mystery.
    At the other end of the scale, Lauri was a mess after her first drink. Donnie, the lanky-legged boy from earlier, who as it transpired was Connie's cousin, was all over her the entire night and would barely leave her alone, only occasionally letting her slip away so she could go to the toilet - not that Lauri particularly minded… In spite of the frequency of her trips (and she went so many times, Ruby eventually lost count), she seemed to quite appreciate the attention she was getting.
    Though Ruby wasn't quite so popular, she was more than happy to watch her room-mates and kept switching her focus between the corner where Lauri was, and the centre of the room where Cordelia and Vanessa remained perpetually rooted to the settees. Every time Lauri would escape the clutches of her admirer to go and have yet another pee, the fact that the others hadn't gotten up a single time became more and more astounding. It was as if the gap in size between the two of their bladders and everyone else's bladder was tangibly stretching larger and larger with every passing minute. Ruby felt almost as if she could see them both growing fuller and fuller, and yet they didn't move a single inch against their will. As the night wore on, even Ruby felt her bladder filling and she couldn't believe it when, close to midnight, she started to approach and then reached her own limit. After a further hour with her legs firmly crossed, Ruby could take the pain no longer and made use of the bathroom in one of the suite's bedrooms. As much as she peed, and again she peed a lot, Ruby could only imagine how much more Cordelia and Vanessa must have been holding and it was very difficult indeed for her to avoid getting lost in her thoughts on the toilet seat, especially with so much alcohol in her system.
    On her way out, still wet from the cold water she'd splashed onto her face (and only that...), Ruby spotted Lauri now feverishly playing tongue tennis in the corner. She and Donnie appeared to be quite engrossed in what they were doing and the next moment, the small girl decided to stand up and throw herself on top of him. The pair swiftly went tumbling over the back of the single-seater they were using and crashed into a heap on the floor. Connie swung around in reaction to the commotion and jokingly chided her cousin, but when she saw the state Lauri was in, grew slightly more concerned.
    'Er, is she okay?'
    Lauri had passed out and was face-down, slurring nonsense into the carpet. When Vanessa noticed, she got up immediately and rushed to her room-mate's aid, taking the whole situation quite seriously and even motioning for Ruby to come over. With her help, they got Lauri back on her feet, but seeing as she wasn't coming around, Vanessa decided they should probably call it a night and carry her back to their room.
    Connie reassured Vanessa it was no problem as she saw them off at the door, batting away a slew of apologies. Though she indeed seemed not to have any issues with what had happened, she wouldn’t stop peering up and down the corridor, anxiously wondering out loud where her cousin had disappeared to…

     
     
     
    The girls' suite was at the opposite end of Camber Manor, so it was with some difficulty that they escorted Lauri all the way back, but between the three of them (or rather two and a half), they eventually managed to successfully dump her onto her bed.
    Vanessa sat by her side, while Ruby and Cordelia stood in the doorway watching on. It seemed Lauri was peaceful enough, but Vanessa's face wore a frown nonetheless. Ruby noticed she'd been wearing the same expression since she left Connie's room and it wasn't clear if she was simply concerned, or if there was something else bothering her. After a while, Lauri stopped mumbling to herself and dozed off, and Vanessa breathed a sigh of relief.
    'I'll get her some water in case she wakes up and wants a drink...'
    On that note Vanessa rose from the bed and stepped through into the kitchenette, although something in her body language seemed slightly off. She almost seemed to be rushing as she rummaged in the cupboard, before remembering all the mugs were still turned upside-down beside the sink. Ruby was convinced now that she must be in need of a pee, and her erratic movements were the unconscious side-effects of a vastly over-filled bladder. Any second now, Ruby thought, she'd excuse herself and go inside her room's en-suite, but the very moment Vanessa placed a mug on the bedside table and turned around, apparently to do just that, Cordelia found the need to speak up.
    'Vanessa?'
    Just like that, Vanessa stopped dead and inquisitively looked Cordelia's way.
    'Do you think she might be better off on her side?'
    Gesturing towards the sleeping Lauri, who was by no means in a dangerous position, but lying awkwardly enough to raise just a smidgen of concern, Cordelia managed to spur Vanessa into tending to their room-mate for a moment longer and forcing her to postpone her trip to the toilet. Once she'd helped Lauri onto her side, Vanessa again started to move towards the bathroom, but once more Cordelia stopped her, all of a sudden quite eager to engage her in conversation. She made a quip about her secretly being Florence Nightingale in disguise, to which Vanessa proudly replied that her mother was in fact a nurse and that she herself was going to be studying medicine.
    'Oh really? What field?' asked Cordelia, her head tilted as if she was intensely keen to know.
    Ruby sensed that Cordelia was asking these questions on purpose, but she couldn't work out why and she curiously watched the odd exchange, her heart beating at quite a tempo throughout. Unable, or unwilling to leave Cordelia's questions unanswered, Vanessa crossed her legs and fiddled with her hair, suppressing her desperation as much as she could, while making every effort to respond earnestly.
    'That's fascinating...'
    Cordelia trailed off momentarily, making it seem like she was going to let Vanessa go, but just as the girl thought she was free and shifted her weight towards the bathroom door, Cordelia piped up again.
    'Oh, you know, I was wondering! Since you're a nurse at heart, you'll probably know... but aren't you meant to rehydrate after binge drinking? To avoid a hangover? Did you want a mug of water as well?'
    Vanessa continued to shift her weight from one foot to the other, trying her hardest to bumble a response.
    'Err... That's really thoughtful of you, Cordelia. I've… read it can help, but-er... Err, just bear with me a moment, I've-er - I'll just be a tick...'
    Unable to put it off any longer, Vanessa hurried towards the bathroom door. Ruby noticed Cordelia trying and failing to suppress a smile as she watched her disappear inside, the satisfied pleasure more than apparent on her face. Ruby too, having finally read Cordelia's power move, couldn't avoid cracking a big grin herself. Spotting this, Cordelia glanced approvingly in her direction and offered to pour her a mug too if she wanted.
    'Er, yes please!'
    Ruby's heart was pounding. Cordelia was really living up to her expectations and she stood in the bedroom doorway staring at her as she picked up two mugs. Meanwhile, behind Ruby's back, Vanessa began to pee and the sound of an intense, gushing hiss struck both her and Cordelia’s ears as clearly as if the bathroom door wasn’t even closed. Cordelia rolled her eyes derisively. She turned on the tap, twisting it much further than was necessary and created a jet that was just about able to cover the sound from the bathroom. Taking her time to fill each mug, Cordelia made enough noise in the process that Ruby could only barely hear Vanessa going, but keep going she did, and after the tap was eventually twisted shut, her pee was still very much under way. It had such power that Ruby assumed she must be pressing down on her bladder with all her weight, and even after over a minute and a half, the constant waves of pressure had not weakened. In her life, Ruby had never heard anyone pee so hard for so long and her shock showed on her face, but Cordelia remained unmoved and unimpressed, almost as if she had heard someone surpass what Vanessa was producing. With a solid gulp, Ruby wondered if that person was Cordelia herself. And if so, just how much longer was this girl capable of avoiding the toilet -- how much bigger was her bladder if a pee that had stormed past two minutes and counting was so far beneath her…
    In the bathroom, Vanessa continued to push out wave after wave of incredible pressure for the better part of another minute, before finally trickling to a stop. Promptly after flushing the toilet and washing her hands, she joined Ruby and Cordelia in the sitting room, offering a sincere apology for her hasty retreat.
    'What were you saying again, Cordelia?'
    'I don't remember,' Cordelia replied, looking away. 'Anyway it doesn't matter, I think I'll go to bed now.'
    Vanessa looked somewhat remorseful.
    'Gosh, I'm sorry. I took too long didn't I... I-'
    Suddenly Cordelia looked back at Vanessa and cut her off.
    'No... No, you didn't...'
    Ruby wasn't certain, but she had the impression that Cordelia’s intention was not to reassure Vanessa, even though Vanessa clearly took her words in that way.
    ‘Oh, that’s good then… It’s just I’ve been told I can do sometimes, so I do worry! Er, right then, I suppose I’ll call it a night as well!’
    They said their good nights, turned off the lights and finally retreated to each of their bedrooms. Ruby's heart hadn't given her a moment's respite in the quarter of an hour since Vanessa first excused herself, and as she rummaged through her things for her pyjamas, she was finding it quite a task to keep her thoughts together.
    'You don't say much, do you...'
    At the sound of Cordelia's voice, Ruby turned around to see her standing across the room in just a bra. If her intention was for Ruby to speak more, then appearing so suddenly topless had the very opposite effect, as an even more tense silence fell over her room-mate. Searching awkwardly for somewhere else to look, Ruby's lack of response was met with amusement from Cordelia.
    'Blimey, they're just tits…'
    Still chuckling, she pinched off her bra, shaking her head and then walked completely topless to the end of her bed, where she took a long night shirt out of a small case. Covering her chest at last, Cordelia then slipped her jeans down and went into the bathroom. Without closing the door behind her, she continued talking to Ruby while she cleansed her face and cleaned her teeth, receiving the occasional timid response from the direction of the bedroom.
    In spite of the increased distance, Ruby's heart was pounding harder than ever. After what she'd heard in the other bathroom, it felt like another incredible performance was about to take place right before her - one that would more than likely match, or even surpass the first, but as Cordelia rinsed her mouth and patted it lightly with a towel, she simply turned towards the door.
    'Shall I leave the light on in here, or are you going to sit there all night?'
    'Um… y-yes... please?'
    Ruby's wide eyes followed Cordelia as she casually returned to the room and began turning down her bed.
    'You're... finished?'
    'Obviously...' Cordelia replied, not even bothering to look over her shoulder.
    From her tone, she sounded like she really meant it, so Ruby kept quiet and went about getting ready as quickly as she could, but all the while her mind raced. She wondered how in the world Cordelia could have gone without using the toilet the entire day - especially after all she'd had to drink - and not even considered a pee before bed... That Vanessa, whose body seemed so big compared to Cordelia's and who'd matched her drink for drink, had been on the verge of bursting earlier, yet there was Cordelia, still comfortably and peacefully holding the entire contents of the former’s bladder like it was nothing...
    As Ruby tossed and turned in her bed, her bewildering room-mate drifted off to sleep without even a moment of difficulty, leaving her alone to ponder the many complexities of her curious biology.
     
     
     
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    Trickling Down reacted to AlmostWet in My new Roommate   
    Hi all, sorry it has been so long. I managed to git the OMG bug (covid) and it has taken a while to get back on my feet.
     
    I knocked on Sara's door and her mom answered. "You haven't changed a bit, still beautiful as always."
    "And you are still just as much as a flirt as you ever were. Sara is in her room packing her things. Did you know she used to have the biggest crush on you. She has been bouncing with excitement to the point she has almost been nervous wreck the past few days. Please be gentle with her. I don't think she ever out grew her little school girl crush."
    "That is ok, she may not be little anymore but she is still a school girl even if it is college. But seriously, you don't need worry. I will treat her like she is my kid sister."
    "I know you will. That's why I ask your mom to arrange for her to stay with you. I know you will treat her right and keep her out of trouble. Remember when she was busy she used to put off using the bathroom till ended up wetting her pants. Well she still puts it off to the very last minute. I broke her of just wetting herself instead of using the toilet but she still puts it off way to long. Do me a favor and encourage her to go when she needs to. Maybe she will listen to you better than me. And make sure she goes to the bathroom before you leave to avoid the chance of your car seat getting wet."
    "Don't worry, you can relax and enjoy some 'me time'. I will look after her for the next few years."
     I walked down the hall to her bedroom. The door was  open, I was just about to knock when I saw her. She was facing away from me, packing her bags. What caught my eye right away was that her legs were crossed and she was pee pee dancing. She was talking to herself "He better get here soon. If he takes much longer I'm going to have to use the bathroom so I don't accidentally go potty in my pants before we leave. That would take all the fun out of the trip and make it so boring."
    I said "hi, long time no see"
    She jumped, stopped dancing and pulled her legs apart and stood up pretending that she was just fine. As she was turning around she snapped "I'm fine, I don't need to go."  When she saw it was me "oops, sorry I thought you were my mom. She is constantly trying to get me to run to the bathroom every 20 minutes no matter how busy I am. Even though I need to go a little bit I know I can wait until later."
    "Your mother is in the other room and she can't see you and if I shut the door she won't be able to here what we say. One thing I want to make clear straight off. I will never pester you about using the toilet or get mad at you for not going to the bathroom when you need to. Even if it causes you to have an accident in your pants.  You are old enough to choose when , where and even if you use the toilet. With that said I did promise your mom I would make sure you used the bathroom before we left. So lets keep us both out of trouble by making her think you did. I suggest while I load your bags into the car you go into the bathroom, just stand there a couple of minutes then flush the toilet and wash your hands. Now of course you can actually go pee if you really want to, but before you make your decision be aware that I plan on taking the back roads and there are not many places we can stop to go potty so the next opportunity to use a toilet will be at least an hour and a half from now.  Even so, from what I just saw and heard I'm betting that even though you have to go bad enough you are pee pee dancing you still won't go before we leave even if it means you are taking a real chance of not making it to a toilet in time. Will you?"
    She blushed, gave me a cute little smile and crossed her legs in an exaggerated way. "I'm just fine, I don't need to go right now. I can wait until later... Probably."
     
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    Trickling Down reacted to yaku25 in Sisters in Piss   
    Hi guys
    I’m have been lurking long enough! This is my very first story and post on this site. Please note that English is not my native language and therefore the grammar may be faulty or unusual at times… I’d welcome feedback very very much and let me know if you would like me to continue writing.
     
    Sisters in Piss 1: Piss-Alley
    Selina got up as soon as the bell rang and darted towards the exit of the classroom. She felt the eyes of her male classmates following her while she crossed the room. They had good reason to: She was a beauty and had that particular style that caused people to be fascinated by her. Selina had a rather small and slim frame with a nicely shaped butt and a very cute set of tits which made the boys drool. She was, as always, clothed all in black: knee high boots, tight pencil skirt and a tank top. Her black hair fell over her right collarbone and her arms were covered in tattoos. She had green eyes surrounded by thick black eyeliner and smoky eyeshadow. Her lips were colored in a dark shade as well.
    She ignored the looks of her classmates. Usually, she enjoyed being checked out, especially by boys. Even though she wasn’t interested in men at all. But right now, she couldn’t enjoy the general admiration she got. Her mind was on something else, something much more urgent and literally pressing.
    Once outside the classroom she slammed her thighs together for a second. One hand pressed on her crotch. She quickly recovered from her moment of weakness and straightened up, as the hallway began to fill with other college students. With determination in each step, she began walking towards the side entrance which was unfortunately the furthest one away. But on the bright side, there were no students in that hallway, so she could grip her crotch again. Selina pressed the fabric of her tight skirt hard onto her pussy, almost clenching it through the fabric. It was unbelievable how badly she needed to pee. Her bladder was so full she didn’t even have that sloshing sensation anymore, it just felt rock hard and stretched. She began panting as her panic began to rise. Could she make it? Would she fail to hold on this time? Today her chances didn’t seem to look nearly as good as last Friday. She tried to calm her mind and ease her panic by thinking about today’s liquid intake.
    Her day had begun with a long morning pee which she very much needed as she had decided not to go before bed last night. For breakfast she had a glass of water and 2 cups of black coffee. During her first break she had emptied and refilled her water bottle which added a liter to the total intake. She just had two or three sips of her bottle in her last class of the morning but a whole 500ml bottle of coke during lunch itself. She remembered that she already had quite an urge then but nothing compared to the state she was in now. Her afternoon lesson was rather boring so to spice things up she had chugged down the rest of her water bottle well aware of the consequences. She had known that after said class she would get to pee and was confident that she would manage. Now her confidence was shaken. But doing the exact same thing every Friday would be boring, wouldn’t it? She had underestimated the challenge this additional water would impose. But she had to make it, just like (almost) every time before.
    Selina continued her walk down the hallway. She could feel her burning hot pee pressing against her pee-hole, almost hearing it beg to be let out. While she had been sitting in the classroom her legs were crossed and she was very uncomfortable. Her bladder was painfully full but she had felt rather calm. The second the bell had rung at 2.30pm she had jumped to her feet. And that was the exact moment when her current situation had begun. Standing up had caused the pain to subside but it had also immediately been replaced by incredible desperation and urgency. She knew her chance to pee would come in just minutes and that knowledge made matters much much worse. She had to stop walking down the hallway and press her legs together. That second, she almost began to cry, it was extraordinarily bad today. In a desperate attempt to contain the copious amount of piss inside of her she lifted one leg and doubled over. While she was in that awkward pee dance pose, another girl caught up to her.

    It was Selina’s girlfriend Angelina. She was very good looking too, even more so in Selina’s eyes. Angelina had shoulder length red hair which was exceptionally straight, bright red lips and piercing blue eyes. She was wearing a white crop top which displayed her huge breasts nicely. Her legs were covered in stocking socks which ended just beneath ripped, faded and very tight jean hot pants. On her feet she was wearing red converse sneakers. Angelina smiled at Selina, gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and together they walked towards the exit. Selina couldn’t help notice that Angelina had that weird walk like she always did when she had been needing to pee for a long time. It resembled the waddle of a pregnant woman, small quick steps but with her legs close together. Her usually flat belly sported a prominent bulge. Selina forgot for a second about her own need as she admired in awe that large, sexy bulge her girlfriend carried towards the door. Angelina had stuck one thumb in the waistband of hot pants and pulled them away from her distorted belly as much as she could, which was not a lot at all. Selina forced herself to stop staring and immediately grimaced as another wave of desperation hit her: “Oh thank god you’re here, I don’t know what I had done if had to wait for you again. I’m about to burst here.” “Tell me about it babe, my bladders feels like it’s about to pop. You’re in for a real gusher.” Angelina’s face was pained and Selina was literally shaking as they made for the exit.
     
    With quick steps they hurried towards their usual spot, a well-hidden, narrow maintenance alley between two of the school buildings. The second Selina turned into the alley she stuck her hand under her tight skirt and gripped her black lace panties. While walking she yanked them down, stepped out of them and hastily stuffed them into her purse. “Quick Angie, I gotta go so fricking bad!” she exclaimed in a begging voice. “Geez Sel, you know I can’t walk that fast when I am THAT full” she replied while pointing at her bulge which stretched the front of her crop top. In the meantime, Selina had arrived at their niche, a 2m wide gap between two dumpsters. She tossed her purse onto one of them and pulled up the front of her skirt facing the wall. “Angie I’m begging you, hurry! I have to piss!”, she said in a now shaking voice and slamming her knees and thighs together while one hand tightly grabbed her pussy. Angelina arrived in the gap next to Selina, now also with one hand between her legs. With great difficulty she opened the button of her hot pants who sat even tighter than usual because of her extended bladder. While fumbling with the button, she doubled over twice in the process.
    Selina was in a half squat, now both hands clenching her aching pussy, her weight shifting from one foot to the other. “Pleeeease, im gonna burst!”, she said to Angelina with clenched teeth and eyes floating in desperation. She was in a state of pure urgency. A primal urge, that absolute vital need where she didn’t care about anything else than just being able to go. Every last bit of discipline and willpower was focused on her sphincter and her hand keeping her bare pussy shut. The sheer crazed signal of need her bladder was sending made her wince in panic and despair. Angelina wasn’t listening to Selina, now that the button was undone her own desperation had worsened tenfold. She ripped her zipper down, pulled the fly wide apart while pulling her white lace thong to the side and exposing her vagina in one swift motion. She was breathing very heavy as she muttered with her last force: “Now.”
    In an incredibly explosive and swift motion Selina rose from her half squat removing her hands from her pussy. She thrust her hips forward, now standing with stretched legs, yanked up skirt and bare slit facing the wall. She had let go even before she had reached the complete upright position and started pissing full force the very instant, she was standing. Her arch of clear white pee hit the wall with force, empowered by the momentum of her hip thrust motion into the standing position. She moaned softly, her mouth slightly open and her eyes closed in pure bliss. It felt orgasmicly good and she enjoyed how incredibly full her bladder still was. Her pee, still aching to come out felt burning hot on her pee-hole. Her stream was hitting the wall with a steady continuity and even pressure.
    Angelina had just with her last force given the go as her flood gates broke. She began to pee at exactly the same moment as Selina. Her legs wide apart, also in a standing position she let go through the opened front of her hot pants. She didn’t wet the fabric but her pussy was trembling from ecstasy and the sheer pressure of boiling piss. She thrust her head backwards, her mouth wide open and her eyes half closed. Her moan was silent but she stuttered: “Oh fuck! Oh my god yes.”, under her breath. Unlike Selina’s, Angelina’s stream was not steady at all. It was like a tub turned on full force, splashing against the wall not in an arch, but more like a straight jet. After a couple of seconds, the force lessened and her stream sprayed the wall like a garden hose. Then came another gush where her clear piss shot out of her again like a pressure washer. This torrent lasting much longer than the first wave. Gush after gush her bulge began to deflate. Her sneakers and tights were being sprinkled by small droplets but she didn’t care, her relief was just too great.
    Selina had completely forgotten her surroundings; it was just her and her glorious piss. Slowly she could feel her bladder deflate and came to the point where she would normally feel comfortable but her steady stream just went on, still in dire need. It was about a minute after she had begun peeing where she reawoke from her trance. She was brought back to reality when Angelina let go a long sigh. Angelina squeezed out a last long and hard spurt as she finished, finally feeling empty again and her whole body fully relieved. She grinned and stepped out of her wide stance, now standing in the huge puddle which had spread through the hole 2m gap and mixed with Selina’s piss. The large puddle of clear white pee began trickling into the middle of the alley and run down a rain drainage. Angelina readjusted her thong, pulled up her zipper and buttoned up her hot pants. She went to her backpack, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. She then leaned on the dumpster, still standing in the puddle and watched Selina wo was still peeing steadily. “Geez Sel, I have never seen someone who pees as long as you do.” Selina turned her head towards Angelina and smiled: “It’s not my fault that you pee like a sick fucking race horse. But I really had to go, it feels like I’m almost empty but it’s still coming.” They both chuckled. “Yeah, it definitely looks like you needed that. I almost thought you couldn’t wait for me this time.”, Angelina said before taking another pull on her cigarette. “It was an incredibly close call. Once I am in Piss-Alley my brain tricks me and sends all signals to initiate piss-mode.”, Selina replied, the strength of her stream began to lessen slowly.
    She continued talking, still peeing and looking at Angelina: “Don’t pretend like you didn’t almost flood yourself too, I saw the bulge that was going on there.” “Yeah…”, Angelina replied while watching her girlfriend and her still ongoing pee “…I was about to ask the professor for a bathroom pass but then I saw your text and forced myself to hold on just a little longer.”
    There were about 5 seconds of silence, the only noise was Selina’s pee which was not hitting the wall anymore but directly adding to the puddle she was standing in. Then it finally ended rather abruptly. “Damn Angie your crazy powerpiss totally splashed my boots again, you gotta control yourself there.” Selina said with pretended anger and took her panties out of her purse. She proceeded to wipe the drops on her boots with them and then tossed the panties back in her bag.
    That moment a third girl rushed into the alley. She was almost running, taking big steps in her wedge booties. The girl had long wavy brown hair, and large golden hoop earrings. Her lips were colored in a brownish red, matching her hazel eyes. She had an average body but rather large hips which looked phenomenal in the dark red tube dress she was wearing. “Hey girls.”, she said breathlessly and thrusted her purse into Selina’s arms. Pulling her dress up she proceeded to squat down between the two dumpsters, her back facing the wall. She had not reached a full squat as she started to pee into Selina’s and Angelina’s puddle. She lifted her head and watched the other girls, smiling with an expression of relief. Angelina was the first to speak: “See Sel, that’s what I meant the other day. I have no idea how you can manage to do this Nancy. The pantyless thing you do all day. When I’m holding and my pussy feels fresh air I start pissing right away.” Nancy was going forcefully and steadily but rather messy, her thick getting thighs splashed with pee. “Oof I needed that.”, she said while spreading her legs a bit wider. “How come?”, asked Selina, “I thought you normally didn’t participate in the Weekend-Celebration-Piss?” “I wasn’t planning to”, Nancy answered, “I had a free period just before lunch and went for coffee with Nick. And I had like 4 cups and needed to go quite bad already. Then… SHIT!” Nancy had begun gesturing wildly while telling her story and had lost balance. Her weight shifted backwards and she just managed to stop her fall with her hand, submerging it in the puddle. Her new pose caused her jet of pee to go straight up in the air. The shock seemed to force more pee to rush out of her pee-hole, showering herself completely and the two other girls’ legs in piss. She quickly got back up in a proper squat. “Fuck. Sorry about that…” “Dammit, Nancy! You’re such a mess!”, scuffed Angelina. “Yeah, I know. I know. Anyways…”, continued Nancy, “…after the coffees he was horny and we went for a quicky. Then I was suuuper late and didn’t got a change to pee before class.” Angelina rolled her eyes. Nancy saw it and exclaimed: “You two cheeky lesbians wouldn’t understand! I like Nick ok!?” “Here”, Selina said and handed her the slightly moist panties from her purse. “Thanks”, Nancy said and began patting her face and bosom dry, still peeing. After another 20 seconds the seemed to be done and got up, taking a deep breath. She wiped her wet hand with Selina’s panties and gave them back to her.
    Angelina put out her cigarette and tossed it down the rain drainage. “So, are you girls up for a Max-Capacity-Night later?” “Absolutely!”, answered Nancy looking calm and relieved now. “Of course!”, said Selina with a broad smile.
    Angelina nodded: “Right on. I’ll text in the Sisters in Piss chat later for tonight’s rules. How about your place Sel?” “Sure.” They were about to leave as Nancy cursed: “Fuck! Looks like I got some left.” She hiked her dress up again and let out another thick stream of pee, lasting about 5 seconds. This time she didn’t bother squatting down, which caused her to pee over her booties. “I could give you some pointers on how to pee standing up you know…”, Selina said in a suggesting and concerned tone. “Yeah, that might actually be a good idea, let’s get back to that tonight.”
    Selina was on the bus home when her phone vibrated. A notification from the SiP chat popped up. She grinned while reading Angelina’s message:
    “Tonight 8pm at Sel’s: Max-Capacity-Night. For the rules:
    - Empty your bladder until 3pm. (Sel, Nanc and I already did in Piss-Alley😉)
    - Make sure to drink 1 liter of water until 6pm and another 500ml until 8
    - Bring a sixpack of beer
    Looking forward to it! -A

    Selina pocketed her phone and took a big sip from her water bottle; tonight, was a going to be a fun night.
     
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    Trickling Down reacted to OrionsBelt in The Life of Cassidy   
    (Thank you all for your responses, as well as getting this thread the popular tag!!!)
    "Hmmmm... how about for starters, you can take off some of your clothes. Trust me, it'll make it easier to hold." Cassidy said with a smirk.
    Nicole blushed heavily, but did as she was told. "Yes Cass..." she said with a certain meekness as she undid her belt, and began to shimmy her jeans down her clenched legs. "Yep. Definitely a sub." Cassidy thought to herself. Nicole stood there in her white panties, and she could see a considerable wet spot on them.
    "H-happy now?..." Nicole asked shyly, as she jittered and squirmed standing up.
    "Not quite. Your shirt. Off. Now."
    "O-okay..." Nicole began taking off her t-shirts, revealing her C size breasts covered by a lacy white bra that matched her panties. Her body showed them off very nicely. Cassidy oogled her extensively, noting just how good-looking she was. This was the first time she showed herself off to her like this, and it lived up to her expectations.
    "I-it's a little cold..." Nicole shivered, from both desperately needing to pee and being genuinely cold.
    "You'll be fine. But if you want to warm up, how about you do so some squats." Cassidy demanded.
    "What??? N-no! I'll burst everywhere!"
    "That wasn't a question." She stood up, and despite being shorter than Nicole, took a demanding presence over Nicole.
    "10 Squats. Now."
    Nicole whimpered and started squatting down. "Ahhh~ I can't hold it!" She stayed in the squat for some seconds, furiously gripping her pussy trying to hold on, before slowly standing back up again, and breathing very heavily and beginning to sweat.
    "Good. 9 more times."
    "A-alright... Mhmm~" Nicole moaned as she bent down again.
    Cassidy got an idea. She wobbled over to the kitchen, the walk putting her bladder in some stress. She maintained her tight grip in her crotch.
    "Cass?... What are you doing?"
    "Oh, nothing, don't worry about it." Cassidy looked back at Nicole with a mischievous look, her hand on the faucet. Nicole's eyed widened as she realized what she was going to do in the middle of her squat. Cassidy turned on the faucet full force.
    "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~ Cass!!! Please turn that off! I'm about to explode!!!" Nicole whined as she fiercely gripped her pussy, trying desperately to remain in control.
    The faucet had the same effect on Cassidy however, her bladder erupted violently in feelings that made it want to gush out all of it's contents the same way the faucet was gushing out water. She felt a decently sized spurt escape her urethra, and she scrambled to regain control, bending over and clenching her legs as tight as they've ever been.
    "Ahhh!~" Nicole moaned loudly, as quite similarly, a large spurt escaped her own bladder, and began to splatter drops on the hardwood floor. Cass looked on in awe, Nicole's breathing heavy and her completely exposed and vulnerable. Her clit burned for attention, and was tired of being neglected.
    "C-Cass... please... can I use the bathroom... I... I can't hold on anymore..."
    Cassidy decided to show some mercy. "No, but I will turn off the tap. Focus on those squats. 8 more, c'mon." She said as she shut the tap.
    "O-ok... I'll try..." Nicole whimpered as she started to bend back down again.
    Every subsequent squat caused Nicole to lose more and more urine from her poor, stressed bladder. Her panties were thoroughly drenched in piss, and Nicole looked pale and thoroughly exhausted. She finished her final squat, with a puddle of urine between her feet.
    "T-there... can I please go now... I'm going to burst any second now..." Nicole begged Cassidy with the cutest pleading eyes.
    Cassidy had been subtlety pleasing herself from the scenes she was witnessing, as well as from the amazing pressure her overextended bladder granted her. A puddle of her own urine was beneath her legs, along with her legs themselves shimmering from all of the leaked piss running down them.
    "A-alright, you can go, after this last challenge." Cassidy said with a heavy breath. "Stay here." Cassidy hobbled over to her bathroom and painfully bent over, a large spurt shooting out of her as she did so, and moaned loudly as she reached into her sink cabinet. As she had left the bathroom door open, Nicole got a great view of Cassidy bending over, and therefore her exposed pussy and the massive spurt. Nicole blushed fiercely and bit her lip, being aroused from the scene.
    "A-ah, here it is." Cassidy stammered. She pulled out a large, "smart measuring cup" that measured liquid extremely accurately, she has used it many times in the past to accurately measure her hold volumes, and she was incredibly curious as to how Nicole compared to her.
    "I want you to pee into this. I will not let you use the toilet."
    "U-um... ok..." Nicole was slightly confused but did as she was asked. She squatted for the final time over the 2L measuring cup, pulled her drenched panties to the side, and pissed full force into the cup.
    "Oooooooooooooooooooooooooh~~~ It feels... so... gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood..." she moaned as she peed. Cassidy was quite impressed at her stream, it was stronger than she thought it would be, and the sound of the urine hitting the cup exemplified this. After about 25 seconds since she started, her stream started to hiss into a weaker one, which turned into a few drops. Once she was fully done, she practically fainted, laying down on the floor, and began to tease her own clit, stimulated from the incredible release of pressure.
    All the while Cassidy was in agony, but also ecstasy, her bladder strongly, strongly, protested what it was seeing, and decided that pretty much, enough was enough. It had reached its limits, and was starting to force it's contents out, but Cassidy did her best to stem the stream, but she still was spurting out liquid at increasing intensity. In just a few seconds, she would fully wet herself. All the while, the pressure, the excitement, and the hotness made her the horniest she had been in a long, long time. She stroked her clit aggressively, having now taken off her skirt so she could freely masturbate. The removal of her skirt caused her bladder to slosh and rebound aggressively, and her bulge much increased room to expand. I extended almost 10 inches from the rest of her abdomen.
    The moment Nicole had finished exploding into the cup, she grabbed it with two hands to see the result, which resulted in her losing a large spurt as she removed the pressure from her hands. 1094 mL. Impressive for someone who isn't a well-seasoned holder. In fact, that meant her stream was 44 mL a second, beating Cassidy's record of 30mL from her record holds. She felt a bit jealous.
    But now was no time for her to be jealous. She was completely full, her bladder had given up, she needed to pee. Now. In a flash, she quickly dumped all of Nicole's boiling piss into her kitchen sink, reset the measuring cup, squat down, and finally, after 18 hours, at 5:45, a little under 3 hours of her time record, she finally relieved her bladder's massive contents. The initial stream nearly knocked the cup over, and began to quickly fill up the cup. Cassidy was in absolute bliss. Nicole looked over at her in absolute awe, seeing how this massive bulge could visibly shrink more and more as she emptied it for what seemed like ages. All the while, Cassidy furiously masturbated her equally desperate clit, finally receiving the attention and stimulation it had been craving for ages. Her stream lasted past 20 seconds, past 30, past 40...
    And then she came. Cassidy screamed in ecstasy as her stream intensified dramatically, and sprayed all over the bucket, and a bit on the floor, before starting to die down, but her orgasm lasted much longer. She finished her stream at 56 seconds since she started it, just short of her record, but her orgasm lasted considerably longer, her pussy juices squirting everywhere. Once it was all said and done, she laid, exhausted but satisfied, against the kitchen cabinet. She checked the measuring cup.
    1,811 mL. A new volume record.
    Nicole ogled the cup in amazement. Nearly overflowing with hot urine. She was speechless.
    "Wow..."
    "Yeah... I've been doing this sort of thing for a while... It's amazing what the human body is capable of..." Cassidy said weakly.
    "That looked... amazing. It felt amazing for me as well. It was a lot of fun doing this with you. You know... I always thought it was weird that I kinda got off on peeing when I had to go bad... but now, I feel a lot more comfortable. I really enjoyed being challenged by you as well... Please... we should do this again sometime."
    "I'd love to, Nic."
    The two girls laid there for some time, recuperating their energy and enjoyed the feeling of their now empty bladders.
     
    30 minutes later, the apartment was all cleaned up, all evidence of their misadventures removed, and Nicole giving Cassidy a big hug, before leaving to catch the bus back home. Cassidy felt extremely grateful to have a friend like Nicole, she thought as she closed the door. But she was also still very exhausted. She decided that she needed a nap more than anything else, after such a long, eventful, and fun day.
     
    END OF CHAPTER 1
     
    Thank you all so much for your responses! It was so much fun creating this story and I'm very pleased with what I was able to do with it! I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! The next Chapter in the Life of Cassidy will be written shortly, with a different setting or scenario, as well as potentially some visuals for some of the characters (like ref sheets, I suppose) in something like the Sims 4. If you have any suggestions on what Cassidy should do next, please, feel free to comment! And also remember to follow this thread to be notified when I upload the 2nd Chapter!
    Thank you all once again!
    -OrionsBelt
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    Trickling Down reacted to ola93 in The Life of Cassidy   
    Nicole seems like a good friend who can laugh about some weirdness. I vote for a spightly downplayed version of option 5. Admit you need to go, but that you're holding it, 'cause it kinda feels good' or something like that and see how she responds.
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    Trickling Down reacted to Aloe in She (Probably) Likes to Hold Her Pee   
    Hey guys,
    It’s been awhile huh? Didn’t think I’d be posting her again anytime soon. But things have calmed down a bit thankfully. I’m also recently single, so I’m feeling much more open to posting without worrying about crossing some sort of line, you know? Despite all the social distancing, I’m feeling much more social nowadays, and just a little bit creative in the writing department.
    This story is loosely inspired by real experiences I had with an older woman I used to be friends with, who seemed to be desperate to pee very often. I saw her again recently, and lo and behold, she looked like she had to pee again. It made me wonder whether she was actually doing it deliberately, since she would pass up a bathroom visit just as often. Obviously I took creative liberties, plenty of them, because what fun would it be if I didn’t? But it is inspired by real experiences with an older woman that couldn’t be bothered to visit the bathroom. With that said, all characters and circumstances are fictional in every way, and it’s all for entertainment purposes. Hell, I may write multiple parts. But anyways, I hope you enjoy!
    *
    You know how when your mind plays tricks on you when you want to see something? Like wishful thinking? Someone looks like they need to pee, but they probably don’t? Most of the time it’s just you being horny af in public and not knowing what to do with all that thirst. So what if they’re tapping their foot? They’ve been in line for 20 minutes, they’re probably sick of waiting in line! At the end of the day, there’s a million reasons why someone would be tapping their foot. 
    But there’s not a million reasons why someone would be stepping from side to side, crossing their legs, bobbing up and down, and biting their lip. That’s a pretty clear indication that someone has a full bladder; and unless they go to the restroom, they’re going to get more desperate, and it’s going to be even more obvious to everyone in the room. Correct me if I’m wrong, but most normal people would go to the bathroom if they were desperate enough that it showed, right? Especially if the bathroom is right down the hall, and it’s an hour drive home, right?
    A few days ago, I saw someone that met that exact description. It was sexy and baffling at the same time. I’m not complaining, but I am asking, “why did they decide to hold their pee even longer?” See, not only is this not the first time I’ve seen this person desperate, but it’s not the first time I’ve seen her pass up a bathroom either.
    Her name is Yvette. When I was in my early twenties, I used to do a lot of volunteer teaching at a private school, as part of an internship program for my degree. Conveniently, one of her kids was in the class I was a TA in. She volunteered at the school frequently as well, so I would see her very often. Also conveniently, she was (and is) the definition of milf: a single mom in her late 30’s with tan skin, wavy hair, a pretty face, and curvy in the right places. Occasionally she wore tight shirts or blouses that, at minimum, made eye contact more challenging than usual. But without being too crude, her ass definitely stole most of my extra attention. I did my best not stare when she would turn around, but you could tell she worked out, which only supplemented her natural shape and beauty. Her muscly calves climbed to her thick, firm thighs, and ended at her curvy hips and plump, incredibly distracting ass.
    I’m sure she knew what she looked like when she walked out the door, no ones accidentally that sexy. At first I hesitated, because I’d never found myself attracted to an older woman before. But I don’t think I’m flattering myself when I say that the flirtatious attention she would give me was all the validation I needed. It was never explicit, but the comments she would make, the way she would laugh; we would actually flirt often, thinking back on it. There were many times when the chemistry spoke for itself, and I would always get a little excited to subtly flirt with this hot, older woman, and watch her big ass saunter away after she flashed me a sweet smile.
    Obviously, when she’d walk in the room, I would notice. So over time, I also happened to notice that she was usually relaxed when she would show up, but would always be a little restless when she would come to pick her kids up. Sometimes she appeared physically uncomfortable, or even nervous. But when we would talk, she would stay and chat as if she had all the time in the world. I didn’t think much of it, because from what I knew at the time, she was a busy woman. It started happening more often though, and one day she walked into the room, and it was clear as day to me that she really needed to pee. 
    She came in to pick up her son, us having a pleasant conversation as usual, when I noticed the click- clack of her wedge heels on the tile floor. She was stepping gently in place, to and fro, back and forth, still chatting as if nothing was wrong. She crossed her legs, visibly squeezing them together, and uncrossed them again, only to recross them the other way and squeeze again. Back and forth, back and forth. Not a full on comically dramatic pee dance that so many of us enjoy, but enough of a display that you could tell what was on her mind. It was ridiculously hard to pay attention to the conversation. My eyes kept straying to her supple thighs in tight jeans. At one point she bent a little at the waist, her knees buckled slightly, before she straightened her legs and tapped her feet. She definitely had somewhere to be, and I ended up walking out with her since I was shutting the classroom down.
    She walked right past the bathrooms on the way out, and continued to surreptitiously pee dance in front of me. Her feet were leaving the ground, and her eyes began to betray her need, maybe unbeknownst to her. There was a subtle expression of urgency on her face, yet we still stood there, talking and subtly flirting, Yvette asking leading questions about my life.
    I was standing perfectly still, and she hadn’t stood still for the past 5 minutes. If she wasn’t crossing her legs, she was moving them around.
    It was the elephant in the room at this point; more accurately the elephant in the parking lot, because we were outside getting ready to leave. As much as I wanted to see her wet herself in a dramatic display of fetish fuel, it was time to call it a day. I was starting to stare, and I didn’t want to be more obvious than I probably already was. I headed for my car and said goodbye, and she headed for hers too, which was parked much closer than mine. She squirmed at her trunk as she loaded up her sons backpack, got in the car, and drove away. In my head I’m thinking, “it’s an hour drive from where we’re at to where they’re from. Did she just pass up a perfectly good bathroom and drive home with a full bladder?” I don’t know everything, but I believe the answer is yes. I never really understood why she did that. Why did she not just pee before driving an hour back home? 
    I had a few other desperate encounters with her after that, which I may get into later. But that was the first time I ever saw her definitively desperate to pee. Any other time could’ve been chalked up to undiagnosed restless leg syndrome. But that encounter right there put every other time I saw her in a fidgety and squirmy state into a different perspective. Suddenly, it seemed very likely that, at least every 2-3 classes, Yvette would show up desperate to pee. I always thought she was in some sort of rush, but potentially, she actually had a full bladder on a regular basis, which gave me even more reason to talk her ear off.
    But why? She was a busy woman, so I figured she probably didn’t have the opportunity to pee before coming to pick up her son. But strangely, she didn’t seem to be in any rush to end the conversation. Sometimes she would, but other times she wouldn’t, and she would linger while fidgeting subtly on the spot.
    Am I reading too much into this? Probably. I have a pee fetish, which is probably the only reason I noticed her subtle pee dancing in the first place. But I’ve always been a very observant, logical person. If I saw odd behavior in a classroom, either from a student, a parent, a teacher, or anyone for that matter, I would’ve asked questions. It just so happens that it’s an incredibly hot woman, that might be restless because she always needs to pee.
    As exciting as that prospect was, I couldn’t help but scratch my head. It just didn’t make any sense. The bathroom was right there, down the hall. According to what she told me, she usually showed up early to get good parking and beat the traffic on the way to school. She had plenty of time to pee, so why didn’t she? I mean, when I have to pee, I’m usually quick to cut off the conversation and go for a pee at my next opportunity. That’s me, the guy with the pee fetish. I know it’s smart to take those opportunities, but she never seemed to take those opportunities. I just didn’t get it.
    That’s assuming she had to pee every time she showed up like that. There had to be a logical reason. Maybe she was embarrassed, because her need to pee was more obvious at some times than others. That made sense. But for a fraction of a second, I thought that she might be doing it on purpose. 
    Ludicrous. Stupid. Why would she do it on purpose? No one does anything like that on purpose.
    Except a lot of people hold their pee on purpose; myself included, on a rare occasion. Maybe I’m bored and I need to finish a round of COD (you can’t pause those). Maybe I’ll go a few rounds. It keeps me sharp. Judge me. Anyways, It always felt like a vaguely plausible possibility, but “my milf crush holding her pee on purpose” always seemed like a ridiculous phrase to even utter, with no basis in reality. It never occurred to me as a real possibility.
    Until recently. 
    I no longer teach at this place. I got ridiculously busy with college; and after I graduated, I knew I needed to move on to greener pastures. I have a lot of friends that still teach here though, and I hadn’t seen them in forever. I was chatting with them online about the whole pandemic, and on a whim last week, I decided to visit. I had been trying to visit for ages after all. Yvette didn’t even cross my mind, since I hadn’t seen her in so long. I was actually dating other women at the time. My mind couldn’t have been further from her.
    I let my friends know I was coming obviously. I’m not just going to barge through the front door and start dishing out high fives. I’d get tackled by the ridiculously intimidating security guard. Everyone knew me very well there however, so generally speaking, checking in was just a formality. Most of the original staff was there, and they were all surprised to see how much I had changed. The last time I worked here I was in my early twenties. Now I’m almost 30, a college grad, and I have facial hair. I think my voice got deeper too. Either way, it felt good to show up and show off just a little, and it was awesome to see so many of my friends so accomplished. I forgot how much I missed working there to be honest with you.
    ”So you’re still alive huh?” My buddy Andres asked ironically.
    ”Barely. I still have bad allergies. Every time I sneeze I feel like I’m going to get shot on sight.”
    ”You took your Claritin before showing up right? I don’t want to kick your ass in front of everyone.”
    ”Okay Kobra Kai. Aren’t you an English teacher? What happened to using your words?”
    ”I’m off the clock little man.”
    ”You’re too old to be fighting, you’ll break a hip.”
    It was always fun talking shit to Andres. He was a fighter back in high school, and his idea of starting a conversation was going for a jab and stopping right before it hit your face. He was in his early thirties, and honestly he mellowed out a lot since he had a kid. This was him being mellow, believe it or not; he lives his life on hyperdrive. Man do I feel bad for his wife. What an angel.
    He was definitely a better fighter than me, and if we sparred I probably wouldn’t win. But I was funnier than him, and I had “old man” jokes for days. The pen is mightier than the sword they say. I mean it’s not; not literally anyway. But that’s what they say.
    He was wrapping up his class, and then we were going to get some lunch. I told him I would meet him there, since I felt like a dunce standing in the hallway of a steadily emptying school. Besides, it’s give me an opportunity to save us a seat.
    My departure couldn’t have been better timed. As I was walking towards my car, heading for the front gates, I saw my favorite bodacious brunette, about to walk right past me to the parking lot. She blinked twice before she excitedly said hi, not initially recognizing me under my face mask.
    “Rio? Is that you!?” She muffled through her face mask.
    I blushed almost instantly, all of my pleasant memories of her flooding through my mind like a broken dam. I hadn’t been flustered like this in awhile, but I was quick to recover from the initial shock of seeing my milf crush in person after so many years.
    ”Yvette!? Hey!!!” I cheered, as my initial shock turned to positive energy.
    ”Whaaaat are you doing here?” She said playfully, her pleasant smile apparent even while concealed under her face mask. Her eyes were warm and inviting. Her body hadn’t changed. If anything, she looked better.
    Stay focused.
    We caught up on things. How I was doing, how she was doing, how her kids were doing, all the typical stuff. Her kids weren't with her today, they all moved on to other schools. Turns out she actually worked with the school now as an event coordinator. She got hired as a staff member a few years after I left, and she decided to stay on board and stay involved, despite her son having moved on to another school. 
    Also, she was still single. That was music to my ears.
    ”You must really like it here if you stayed this long!”
    ”I really do. Besides, they made me an offer I couldn’t refuse!”
    ”I’m sure they did, we always loved having you around. It’s a good thing I don’t work here anymore, we’d never get anything done.”
    I blushed at the brazenness of what I had just said. But I said it playfully and with confidence, and she giggled as I said it. Not a bad reaction at all!
    She seemed distracted, even though her children weren’t with her. She had something else on her mind. My mind flashed back to the time she pee danced in front of me several years earlier, swaying her glorious hips back and forth, pretending it wasn’t obvious that her bladder was full and in urgent need of relief. In that moment I glanced down briefly at the sounds of her tapping feet, just in time to see her cross her legs, squeeze, and uncross them again.
    ”So what’re you up to now?”
    ”Oh you know just making my rounds for the day. We have a big event coming up!”
    But it was hard to focus now that the thought had come over me. For some reason, she was having a very hard time staying still. She crossed her legs regularly, squeezing them subtly at the ankles. Her supple thighs squeezed against each other as she crossed her legs. She squeezed again for good measure, and her face showed some sort of effort as she smoothly uncrossed her legs, probably attempting to hold it with the aid of her muscular thighs. It wasn’t as obvious as the last time she was pee dancing, but it looked like a pee dance nonetheless. Constant movement. Her feet tapping, stepping around slightly, constantly fidgeting or squirming in some capacity. Her legs shifted positions every 15 seconds. I was very close to resolving that I would keep this conversation going as long as possible, just to be evil and delay her even more. But she did all the work for me.
    ”I don’t suppose I could convince you to come and lend a hand every now and then? We could use someone with your experience to get some good footage, especially for live events. You only get one shot at those.” She chuckles with bright eyes, legs tightly crossed.
    ”Depends, will you be there?” I teased, “I haven’t seen you in action yet!”
    ”Of course I’ll be there. I’m very hands on! Is that okay with you? You’d be paid of course, I can’t have someone like you working for free anymore.” She teased, recrossing her legs in the process.
    ”That’d be okay with me. Where do I sign up? Do you have time now orrrr?”
    She has a moment of hesitation as she looked off towards the main office.
    ”You know I’ve already closed up shop for the day. Why don’t you come back later this week? I’ll get you all signed up then.”
    ”Sounds good to me. How does Friday sound?”
    ”Friday is perfect, that’s my easy day. How did you know?”
    ”I have a great intuition.” I smirked, doing everything in my power to ignore the sound of her jeans fabric rubbing against itself. 
    “Are you going my way, or do you have a few more errands to run around here?” I asked casually, giving her an out to take care of her filling bladder.
    ”Actually no, I’m done with all my errands for the day. I was just getting ready to leave! Lilly’s in college now, she picks up Ollie on her way back from class now. It’s just me and a whole lot of time on my hands!”
    She was doing it again. Again. Here she was, squirming in front of me, with an open schedule, passing up another opportunity to use the bathroom. I unconsciously pictured her squirming even harder right in front of me, her sexy legs doing high knees in her tight jeans, a look of worry and lust across her face, and a steadily growing wet patch in between her thick thi-
    “Well let me walk with you. It’s a dangerous neighborhood.” I teased, snapping myself from my daydream in favor of acting like a normal person.
    She was free to use the bathroom if she needed to, it was right down the hall, easily within reach. But instead, she turned around and walked to the parking lot with me.
    She did a brief shuffle when we went our separate ways. My heart skipped a beat, getting the impression that the urgency was rising. Despite the initial hesitation when we started chatting, we hugged without hesitation, despite social distancing. I don’t teach here anymore, and ironically, it felt much more comfortable for me to socialize with her now than before. I didn’t feel the pressure to be professional now that I wasn’t on payroll. She smiled her iconic dominantly sweet but subtly sensuous smile, her face mask off by this point, and she sauntered off again, potentially with a full bladder.

    In that moment I couldn’t help myself. I took a beat to soak in the sight of her glorious body, her yellow blouse radiating the plaza, her torso slimming down to her narrow waist, full hips, and eye catching ass. She really did look just as good, if not better. She may have gained a little weight, but it went to all the right places. Her jeans struggled to contain her glorious ass as it swayed to and fro, tension evident in her lower body. I imagined for a second that she lost her composure, and had to double cross her legs as a squirt of hot piss poured down one of her firm legs. I imagined her dancing frantically in the middle of that parking lot, squirming and jiggling and clenching like no one was watching, but knowing I was. I imagined that it was to no avail, and her colorful pee dancing took a dramatic turn. She gripped her crotch and bent over, her ass facing me and stretching her jeans, much like her bladder, to the bursting point. She breaks out in that borderline comical pee dance that you do when there’s no other option other than to prance and wriggle in every attempt to delay the inevitable, wet accident. I imagined that wet spot from earlier, growing to the size of a dinner plate, spreading up and across her gorgeous ass, before cascading down her light blue jeans, now dark blue in rivers, as she breathes a contented sigh of relief, and finally lets go. She’s peeing herself freely in the parking lot, a warm puddle forming around her feet as she breathes heavily and sighs with pleasure, before turning to me across the lot, giving me that sweet smile, and walking the rest of the way to her car.
    After letting my imagination run wild for a fraction of a second, I composed myself and left. So much for saving a seat for Andres.
    That whole day was full of pleasant surprises. Besides that awesome opportunity to see my friends and get some side work, I reconnected with my forbidden romantic interest in an exciting way. Yvette had no where to go, no place to be, and no kids with her. I was also 99% sure that she had to pee, and it wasn’t even the first time that I’ve seen her need to pee. She had all the time in the world to go and relieve her filling bladder, but she chose to skip a bathroom trip in exchange for an hour ride home, in traffic. It made no sense to me logically, so the plausibility that Yvette’s potentially desperate drive home was a deliberate act, rather than accidental, was huge in that moment. If this really is a regular thing for her, I couldn’t be luckier. 
    Why she skipped a bathroom trip so many times? Who knows. She may just not like public bathrooms. Obviously I’m not some guru that knows everyone’s bathroom habits. It could be wishful thinking at the end of the day; perhaps she does have restless leg syndrome. But I think there’s a certain point where it’s obvious that someone needs to pee. And when a pretty woman needs to pee, and puts off a bathroom trip regardless? There’s only a few kinds of people I know of that do that kind of thing, and a most of them are on this site! Honestly who cares why; it’s a nice spectacle regardless, in the middle of an otherwise boring day. 
    Maybe she had a perfectly normal drive home. Or maybe she did have to pee, but a full bladder is a casual thing for her, just another day at the office. Or maybe, as she sat in traffic, gripping the steering wheel and biting her lip as she wiggled her ass back and forth in her (very lucky) car seat, she took another swing of water, and buckled up for the ride.
    I knew then that I was going to take plenty of time filling out that application this week. Friday couldn’t come soon enough.
    *
    “Finally.” She thought, smothering her juicy ass into the seat. She gripped her crotch as a wave rushed over her wriggling body, moaning gently under her breath as she wiggles her hips to regain control.
    “Mmmf,” she groaned, twisting her face in effort.
    She took a moment to let her thighs slide up and down, back and forth, blowing through her teeth as she bounced and squirmed in her seat, uninhibited by any watchful eyes. She gripped her crotch and couldn’t help but rub in a circle, the growing fullness of her bladder mixing with sexual pleasure for a euphoric sensation. It would be a scandalous thing to see a woman like her, on staff for that matter, putting on such a display; especially in front of increasingly pubescent students. Still, it made the day much more interesting.
    With one last twist of her thighs, she relaxed to a more natural position, gripping her crotch for good measure.
    “Ugh, I needed that.” She sighed under her breath.
    She had been doing an increasingly terrible job of hiding her desperation in front of the cute intern. Well, former intern. She’d always know him as the cute intern though. Rio the cute intern. It had a certain ring to it. It was hard to pass up the attention, and even harder to hide her filling bladder during those long conversations. It was addicting though, and definitely added some flare to her otherwise boring day. He had a nice ass too.
    She checked her GPS: 45 minutes home. The traffic wasn’t so bad today. She might make it all the way home without the usual dashing like a mad women into the local Starbucks. They knew her all too well for that.
    This was much more manageable than usual. She could probably drive straight home honestly, if she really wanted to. But she did have to go grocery shopping.... maybe she’d stop by and put on a show anyway. If she really had to she could pee there. Why not?
    She took a long swig from her thermos, her guilty pleasure. She bit her lip and took a long squeeze of her crotch, then buckled up for an impromptu shopping trip. It was just another day at the office. Well, another day at her office.
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    Trickling Down reacted to Mbgpeelover in The day before lockdown: Cassie   
    Cassie wiped down the leather chair yet again and waved the older gent over. She didn’t recognise him, but then again many of today’s customers were not regulars. She gently tied the black apron around his neck anyway. 
     
    ‘What can I do for you today sir?’ 
     
    ‘Just a short and smart tidy up please. The Mrs sent me to get it down before you all close again.’ 
     
    Cassie smiled, combed the loose brown hair in front of her and sprayed it with water. Feeling the water and watching it spray made her mind immediately turn to her body’s desire, but there wasn’t time for that now, not with a queue away round the corner and an enforced closure of 6pm looming. Trying not to think about it she cut and shaved and dried the hair on autopilot. 
     
    ‘That’s 8 pounds please.’ 
     
    Ringing the till up Cassie could feel her body twinging again. She was used to having to put things off; lunch breaks, longed for cups of coffee and rests for her weary legs, but today was something else. Despite barbering for 6 years she had never seen such a demand for haircuts in her whole career. There was pre-Christmas and then there was lockdown two deadline, pre-Christmas, and dreading-another-home-haircut-after-last-time rush combined. It was almost as if they were giving haircuts away for free! Coming back to reality she gave the older man his change, wiped the seat down once again and called over another customer. 
     
    ‘Would you like me to make you a coffee before I go?’ 
     
    Cassie could just about make out what Bella was saying over the sound of the electric  razor in her hand. 
     
    ‘Yes please. Oh and I think we’ll need to stop the queue. I can’t see us getting through half of this lot before 6.’ 
     
    Glancing at her watch she sighed. 
     
    ‘I reckon I’ll manage another 5 at most. With you finishing at 5:30 I reckon you might get 4 at most. Before I do this one I’ll go count and tell the rest that unfortunately we won’t manage to get to them tonight. This is crap turning away business though!’ 
     
    ‘I know!’ 
     
    Cassie apologised to the young man who had just sat down and told him she’d be right back. Heading out the door she counted the first 8 customers in the queue and then looked up. The familiar eyes met hers and despite being cold, stressed and needing the loo Cassie smiled at the Asian man who happened to be the ninth in the queue.
     
    ‘It’s your lucky day Aran. You are the last person we will be able to fit in tonight.’ 
     
    Turning to the long queue behind him Cassie apologised loudly saying that as they had to close by 6 due to lockdown they would unfortunately not be able to fit any more customers in. She heard Aran’s familiar voice saying something as she did but couldn’t make it out fully. As more and more men sighed and walked away she smiled up at Aran, one of her favourite regulars and spoke. 
     
    ‘Sorry I never caught what you said. I better get in quick because I have someone waiting. Gosh it’s cold isn’t it?’ 
     
    Hoping Aran, and anyone else who might see her, would assume her moving around a lot was due to the cold and not in reality due to not having had a break even to pee all day, she made her way back inside as she heard Aran repeat what she had missed. 
     
    ‘I just said it’s always my lucky day when I get my hair cut by you.’ 
     
    Cassie turned and smiled as she called back, 
     
    ‘If anyone tries to join the queue will you say we are closed and you are the last one. Thanks!’ 
     
    The cold air had certainly accelerated Cassie’s need and while she combed, cut, styled and gelled the younger man’s hair in front of her she had to move more than she normally would to keep things at bay. Ironically at the same time the coffee that Bella had just made looked and smelt amazing and Cassie sipped it lovingly as the customer brushed down his clothes and paid. 
     
    Cassie continued the routine of wiping down the chair, calling the next customer and cutting, spraying, shaving, styling, and even at times curling and drying, all the while drinking her delicious coffee and jigging around longing to finish for the day and visit the bathroom. Bella continued working too and by 5:30 she took her final payment, took her apron off and nodded to Cassie as she left. Cassie always did the last half hour alone as Bella had always said she had to finish at 5:30 to get to the childminder before she closed. She was a fabulous business partner and she did the first half hour of the morning alone so it worked well. Noticing that Aran was now finally inside waiting she called to Bella as she left. 
     
    ‘Turn the sign to closed would you on your way out. Oh and just lock the door so no-one else comes in. I’ve just got these two and then I’m done.’ 
     
    Bella did as asked and Cassie smiled over to Aran as she combed the mop of blond hair in front of her.
     
    ‘Right. What would you like done today?’ 
     
    ‘Can you do zig zags and that?’ 
     
    Crossing her legs behind the client Cassie tapped her hands on the back of the seat impatiently. Her bladder felt heavy and full and between her legs tingled like crazy, but still she smiled politely. 
     
    ‘If that’s what you would like, yes. You thinking of keeping the length a bit on top and shaving the sides in?’ 
     
    ‘Yes and zig zags here and here.’ 
     
    ‘No problem’ 
     
    Cassie danced around the chair combing and spraying water, unable to hide how much her body needed to urinate even if she tried. Standing still wasn’t possible and the very idea of having to shave neat zig zags horrified her right now. Still, she thought, the sooner I complete this and get Aran done the sooner I can pee! 
     
    Forgetting Aran was even there Cassie bounced around the client as she cut around his ears, along the sides and the back. Cutting the back, the chair and client preventing her movements being seen by the client in the large mirrors, Cassie couldn’t help but have a quick press of her crotch. Her black leggings allowed good access but once her hand had held herself, even briefly, the desire to hold herself there more intensified. The throbbing and pressure was so strong and powerful that Cassie felt she might burst any moment. Taking the small razor in hand she held her breath as the time to do the indents now arrived. Taking a step back at the side of the client, with her bottom facing Aran, she crossed her legs and leaned forward, one hand between her legs and the other holding the razor. As quickly as she could she cut one zig zag before bouncing around, fidgeting, and repeating the same on the other side. Doing a final once over trim then a spray she untied the apron and held it in front of herself as she stood back, her back right in front of Aran, as she used the cover to once again cross her legs and squirm. 
     
    ‘That’ll be 12 pounds sir. Thanks.’ 
     
    As she rung the till Cassie’s face flushed as she tried not to dance just for a few seconds. As she turned to let the customer out she was surprised to see Aran standing holding the door open. 
     
    ‘I thought I would help.’ 
     
    Cassie caught his eye, smiled, then bend a leg again as another urge hit. 
     
    ‘The usual?’
     
    ‘How did you guess?’ 
     
    Cassie pressed her thighs together as she sprayed the seat a final time before lockdown. She loved doing Arian’s hair usually. He suited the fade hairstyle greatly and he was always so flattering and grateful. Despite being quite a bit younger than she was he was one of her most loyal and regular customers and his thick dark hair was such a pleasure to work with. But tonight she desperately hoped he wouldn’t be fussy or chatty as she really needed to get finished up, and more importantly, she urgently needed to use the small toilet at the back office.
     
    Spraying his hair with water Cassie fidgeted around. 
     
    ‘You’ll have to excuse me tonight Aran. It’s been such a long day here. This lockdown nonsense has increased demand ten fold. I’m tired and I’ve not had a break all day!’ 
     
    ‘What not even for lunch?’ 
     
    ‘I grabbed a sandwich while working and I’ve managed...maybe three coffees I think. But it’s been so busy!’ 
     
    ‘I guessed that by the amount of folk you turned away. Crazy times eh!’ 
     
    ‘Definitely! I am meant to shut at 6. That’s me for God knows how long again...ohhh’ 
     
    ‘Ha! You’d better cut quick then! It’s four minutes to 6 would you believe!’ 
     
    Very noticeable fidgeting and squirming, Cassie sighed. 
     
    ‘Would you mind if I closed the blinds over just so I can’t be seen? Being right opposite the council headquarters I wouldn’t put it past someone to report me.’ 
     
    Watching Cassie dance around and bend forward in the mirror as she closed the blinds Aran smiled and replied. 
     
    ‘You do what you need to do. I don’t mind one bit!’ 
     
    Cassie returned to the chair and began trimming Aran’s thick hair as she squirmed and sighed. 
     
    ‘You ok there?’ 
     
    ‘Mmmm’ 
     
    Overcome by yet another very strong urge Cassie bend forwards, crossed her legs and tried trimming around Aran’s ear, almost cutting it as she moved so much. 
     
    ‘Oh. Sorry. I just need to be somewhere very very soon. That’s all.’ 
     
    Trimming the back Cassie grabbed between her legs again, unaware Aran could see her reflection in the now drawn blinds. Moaning softly and marching on the spot her face flushed as she felt a dribble escape. 
     
    Turning to Aran’s other side she started trimming quickly around his other ear, her face close to the side of his. Hearing her moans even through her face mask Aran hoped the apron was hiding his body’s response. 
     
    ‘Oh God! I can hardly bear this any longer!’ 
     
    Instinctively Aran slid a hand from under his apron and gently touched Cassie’s knee. 
     
    ‘If something’s the matter you know you can just say. It’s just the two of us here. I won’t tell anyone. Promise.’ 
     
    Cassie squirmed, one hand rammed between her legs while both legs marched on the spot frantically. Red faced and frantic she looked Aran in the eyes. 
     
    ‘I think I’m going to have an accident!’ 
     
    Suddenly caught up in the moment Aran instinctively pulled Cassie closer sliding her legs over his knee as he guided her hand from her crotch and, mindful of the scissors in her other hand,  gently guided her body until her crotch was pressing tightly on his thigh. Feeling her throbbing damp crotch through his joggers he wondered if she could feel his strong erection pushing towards her as it had been ever since he’d sat watching her earlier. 
     
    As if what was happening was perfectly natural Cassie tried her best to remain focussed on Aran’s hair. Pushing hard against his thigh, rubbing back and forth and side to side she ran her fingers through Aran’s hair as she pulled the scissors up and began trimming his fringe. 
     
    ‘You really needed this cut Aran. I don’t think you could have waited.’ 
     
    Aran couldn’t stop himself as he whispered seductively in Cassie’s ear. 
     
    ‘And I think you really need to pee don’t you? I don’t think you can wait either can you?’ 
     
    Rubbing faster and pressing harder whilst still attempting to trim more of the front of Aran’s hair Cassie became breathless when she suddenly froze. 
     
    Aran knew why as warm liquid sent shivers of sexual desire right through him as he felt his thigh moisten and run with urine. As liquid surged out of Cassie she immediately acted as if all was calm as she casually turned behind her, bending back so Aran could clearly hear and see her sodden crotch glisten as she continued oozing urine furiously. Picking up the razor Cassie carried on doing Aran’s hair while she peed all over his lap as Aran gently wrapped his arms around her. 
     
    Aran let her go as Cassie carefully shaved and styled Aran’s hair in her usual professional way, neither of them commenting on what had just happened, but Aran’s heart racing and his penis throbbing still. As she shaved the side where she had sat on his knee Cassie’s shoes splashed seductively in her own mess but she acted as if it wasn’t there, driving Aran crazy with desire. 
     
    Finally Cassie untied the apron from Aran’s neck, shook it down and spoke her first words since peeing all over him. 
     
    ‘So...what do you think?’ 
     
    ‘I think...I have the best fucking barber in the world! Thank you!’
     
    ‘My pleasure.’ 
     
    ‘So what do I owe you this time?’ 
     
    Looking at Aran’s drenched trouser leg and the twinkle in his eye, not to mention his very obvious erection and flushed face, Cassie winked.
     
    ‘I don’t think I can take payment now it’s after 6 do you?’ 
     
    ‘Oh probably not. I guess I’ll have to owe you then.’ 
     
    Quietly Cassie giggled. 
     
    ‘I’m sure we can think of something between us don’t you?’ 
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    Trickling Down reacted to Xx4evRockerxX in The Life of Cassidy   
    1, encourage her to hold but since she’s really struggling, 2 - except maybe offer it to her as a last resort half-joke half-serious kind of thing. 
     
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    Trickling Down reacted to redlaw in Princess Lily's Desperate Morning   
    This was supposed to be a flashback chapter to fill in some detail about the world as part of my other story about the knight Charlotte, which can be found here, but I decided to make her wake up desperate in the morning and wrote out a big story just for that one part of the day, which I then couldn't decide how to end so I decided to write a few branches, and before long, I ended up with 30 pages of different ways she could have an accident or barely make it.  Thus, I decided I'd make the flashback into a separate topic and link to it from the original.  It should serve fine as a stand-alone story anyway, there's no stuff from the originals you need to know except some basic stuff about the setting that doesn't really change much.
    The different arcs have been organised using quotes, as well as having a heading that indicates their place in the story.  The indentation I used in open office didn't copy over right though and I've already proofread the entire thing too many times so it might be wrong.  Regarding canon with my other story, [Dress Route > Remove Panties], [Trousers Route > Ask For Help] and [Skirt Route > Use Men's Room] definitely happened in some form (though not necessarily exactly as told) and the other stories also may have happened (again not necessarily exactly as told), or not, either case will be consistent with the canon.
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    Princess Lily's Eventful Morning
    The red rays of the morning sun shone through the curtains, dulled to a muted glow by the thin fabric. A light breeze rippled across them, sending a cascade of shadows moving through the expansive bedroom. An ornate desk sat beneath the window, its emptiness contrasting the scratched surface that indicated heavy use. Against the south wall rested a large chest of drawers, accompanied by a free-standing mirror in the south-east corner. The main feature of the room, a large four-poster bed, was placed against the north wall, taking up a significant fraction of the room's floor space.
     
    The figure of a young woman lay haphazardly among the sheets of the bed, her nudity revealed by her restless motions in the night. Her strawberry blonde hair lay messily around her, sparkling slightly in the light of the dawn. The slightly pointed ears and total lack of body hair served as subtle indicators of distant elven ancestry – a common feature among Floradene nobles and commoners alike. Laying loosely in the foetal position, she shifted slowly, a hand meandering toward her crotch, stopping just short as her motions slowed. She maintained this position for a few minutes, before suddenly straightening her leg and jerking the hand the rest of the way. Her awareness slowly gathered, and she pressed lightly against her vulva as discomfort worked its way into her consciousness. The sensation of pressure in her lower abdomen built rapidly, and she pulled her legs into her body as she squirmed in discomfort.
     
    She rolled over onto her back, moaning quietly as her bladder contracted in response to the jostling. Protruding visibly from her slim body, its subtle roundness was testament to her kidneys' nightly diligence. This was not a comfortable position, and the subtle force of taut skin compressing her swollen organ soon coaxed her into turning the rest of the way, returning to the foetal position, both hands now pressed against her crotch. In spite of her mounting discomfort, she was not yet willing to wake, and she clung to the last vestiges of sleep, squirming as she tried to find a comfortable position to relax into. Slowly but surely, her fidgeting slowed, and she began to doze off, even as her bladder continued its onslaught against her sphincter...
     
    Princess Lily jolted awake as a wave of pressure assaulted her. A powerful jet of urine sprayed wildly from between her labia, her foetal position providing it ample space to arc roughly across her sheets. The concentrated liquid immediately stained her white bedclothes, drawing a conical path in the moments it took to move her hands back into position and regain control. A smattering of weaker spurts wet her fingers as she clenched with all her might. The wetness became droplets, which scattered as she struggled out of bed, forming visible yellow circles wherever they landed. Dropping from the mattress, she spurted into her cupped palms as the landing jolted her, quickly launching into a fevered dance.
     
    The nearest toilet was only a short distance down the hall, an easy dash even for someone on the verge of an accident. However, the young princess was currently completely naked, and the halls would be host to any number of guards and servants going about their business. The scandal that would arise in her prudish society if she were spotted walking the halls in a state of undress would be ruinous, to the point that it could permanently harm her family's reputation and cost them the throne. And so, she danced over to her chest of drawers, a trail of yellow droplets marking her path. Removing a handkerchief, she carefully wiped away the lingering wetness from the smooth surface of her strained labia and mopped up the rivulets that had begun running down her legs, before shoving her hand back into the drawer and grabbing a matching pair of panties and bra.
     
    Logically speaking, it would clearly be better for her not to bother with underwear for that short, urgent journey, but the dignity of the highborn is so often illogical, and forgoing underwear was simply not something a Princess could consider doing. Balancing with her left hand against the drawers, she dropped carefully into a squat, while pressing her damp handkerchief into her crotch with her right and trying to keep her thighs together. She finished the motion by falling back into a sitting position, the sudden jolt sending a splash of urine soaking into the handkerchief. She sat for a moment, stock still, focusing all her energies into closing her floodgates once more. As the flow left off, she launched her legs into fervent motion, angling her body as she resisted a series of waves.
     
    With her free hand, she hooked her panties around each foot in turn and slowly began working them up toward her knees by tugging each side alternately a short distance. Upon reaching her knees, the Princess mustered her strength and rolled forward into a squat, jamming her now-free other hand into the handkerchief against her crotch as the roiling ball of urine inside her complained at the motion. Successfully resisting the pressure peak, she was then able to muster enough control to open her legs and quickly pull each side of her panties past her thighs before pressing them back together to assist her distressed sphincter. Gingerly, she relaxed her right hand, leaving the handkerchief where it was, roughly folded against her crotch, held loosely by the panties that were almost in position. As she grabbed the sides of her panties, ready to tug them into their final place, she was assailed by a violent spasm. Her right leg lifted involuntarily as she pulled her panties hard up toward her hips, causing their seat and her handkerchief to dig forcefully into her labia. She bobbed around on one leg, holding her panties taut as the wave continued, her face contorted into a wide-eyed grimace as she strained, desperately trying not to wet her underwear so soon after she put it on.
     
    At the peak of the wave, her overfull bladder pumped a forceful spurt of liquid into her sodden handkerchief, fully saturating it. Noting that her underwear was still visibly dry in spite of the sudden loss of control, an idea slowly formed in Lily's overwhelmed mind. Sliding the soaked piece of fabric out from under her panties, she grabbed another handkerchief from the drawer and placed it in the same position, hoping to protect her panties from further minor faux pas. Pulling her panties once again toward her hips, she used the opportunity of the wedgie digging into her to turn her attention to her bra. Deftly slipping it onto her shoulders, she bent uncomfortably, stepping from foot to foot as she reached up her back to clumsily tie the trailing strings together.
     
    She returned her free hand to her crotch just in time for a series of waves to batter against her sphincter. Her urethra was stinging from the effort of holding her wee, and the waves that assailed her were getting stronger and more frequent. She was running out of time, but she still had a lot to do before she could make her way toward relief. With no time to waste, she started moving toward her walk-in closet as the waves continued to beat against her opening, grinding her hand into her groin as she lumbered slowly across the room. Suddenly, she was assailed by a particularly strong wave mid-step, and the shock from her foot landing caused a momentary loss of control. A powerful jet of urine sprayed into her handkerchief, so forceful that more spilled out the sides than was absorbed. The split torrent continued for three seconds, cascading down her thighs and leaving a yellow puddle to soak into the carpet beneath her. The Princess used her second ruined handkerchief to wipe down her legs, dropping it into the puddle once she was dry and continuing her journey. Her panties remained visibly dry, but they wouldn't last long without replacement protection.
     
    She staggered against the door as she reached her immediate destination, fighting urgently with the fiddly latching mechanism as the pressure built once more. The latch gave, and she fell into the cupboard, angling straight toward a pile of handkerchiefs she kept on a shelf. As she reached out, the pressure began to peak, and in one swift motion, she grabbed a clean square of fabric and shoved it into her underwear just as a thin stream of wee began to flow from her sphincter. She pressed her new handkerchief hard against her urethra, allowing it to stem the flow that she was yet unable to stop. The stream, thin though it was, quickly began to saturate her new handkerchief, and she reached out to the pile with her free hand as she continued to urinate.
     
    Grabbing another handkerchief, she brought it up to her crotch where her current handkerchief was still absorbing her accident. As the weak stream continued unabated, she shimmied her panties down a short way to keep them clear of the wetness while she worked to stem the flow. Drops began to form at the edges of her current handkerchief, so she deftly slid the new one into position as she pulled the wet one away, dropping it on the floor. The stream slowly began to wane as she prepared another handkerchief, and by the time she needed to replace it again, her leaking had slowed to barely a trickle. Unfortunately, the minor accident had not served to reduce the pressure – rather, her bladder's contractions increased in frequency as it tried to continue the relief it had now tasted. Still weeing slightly, she pulled her panties back up to hold her slowly filling handkerchief in place as she looked around for something to wear.
     
    Fortunately for the leaking princess, tight corsets and complicated laces were not a common part of highborn Floradene attire, so she was free to pick options that were compatible with her hurry and her swollen bladder. Again, logic would dictate that the girl just pick the first thing she sees to throw on haphazardly so she can make her way to the bathroom quickly, but as before, the dignity of the highborn demands that one always be seen to be dressed properly in a complete and matching ensemble, with no allowance made for exigency. She grimaced as she thought, still unable to stop her trickling accident, reaching for one of her white blouses that went with just about everything she owned. As she shrugged it on, a wave of pressure forced one hand down to press hard against her crotch, preventing the trickle from turning back into a stream, but leaving her to awkwardly button the blouse up one-handed while she tried to focus her whirling thoughts into settling on a particular attire.
     
    Finishing with her blouse, she reached for yet another handkerchief to replace the one slowly saturating against her crotch, and deftly switched them out once more, leaving the old one on the floor with the others that had begun to stain the carpet where they sat. Leaving both hands in place against her handkerchief, she began marching on the spot as she finished deciding on a suitable attire, her trickling accident slowing to a stop as she considered. There were three main options available to her:
    she could wear a dress, which would be fairly easy to put on and get off enough to relieve herself, but she wouldn't be able to keep wearing the handkerchiefs in the hallway for fear of one being seen falling out and someone thinking that she was habitually incontinent (a worse outcome even than having a visible accident). She would need to put all her trust in her failing sphincter if she wanted to keep her panties dry, but any accidents would be fairly well hidden underneath the long skirt.
    she could wear a short skirt with tights, which would be awkward to put on, but fairly easy to get off enough to relieve herself, and would show accidents a bit more visibly than the dress, but it would allow her to continue using her handkerchiefs without risking them falling out. However, Floradene fashion expected skirts to be worn with a suit jacket, and Lily hadn't worn one in years and wasn't sure where she put hers last, so she'd need to spend time trying to find it.
    she could wear trousers, which would be difficult to put on and remove and would press against her bladder, but would allow her to continue using her handkerchiefs to soak up excess urine. Any accidents would be easily visible when they soak into the tight fabric.
    Dress Route
    Trousers Route
    Skirt Route
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    Trickling Down reacted to DerivativeWings in Derivativewings omorashi short story game   
    The contest is alive as long as there are writers who will it so. Even if I were to step away, the contest could theoretically persist without me.
     
    This time, I wrote what came to mind in the moment and just kept writing for as long as I felt like it. Submission;
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    It was... a stalemate. To her left, the overwhelming presence of Ev'lyn, intently focused. And to her right, the normally chatty Sandi had gone silent, those owl eyes of her scanning her adversaries for the any sign of weakness. The same was true for Hilga as well of course; it was unlikely she would ever find herself in a situation with greater stakes. As she had been taught, this was a battle on two levels - a physical, against her own body; and a mental, battling against her former companions.
    In the dimly-lit room, all was truly laid bare between the three. Their struggle, their weakness, their determination. Drops of sweat would dance down Ev'lyn's neck and travel further down her defined arms, both as a result of the warm room and her concentration and struggle. Sandi would periodically bite her lip - a subtle sign which Hilga had not picked up on at first. Legs were constantly shifting, one crossed above the other and then the other crossed above one; this applied to all three, of course.
    "Hnn hnnnf"
    It was the first sound any of them had made in a long time, breaking the silence. Ev'lyn's low, throaty moan might almost have been threatening if it hadn't come from such a familiar source. It seemed things had gotten past a breaking point, and Ev'lyn was straining against a wave of pressure while massaging her midsection. Hilga could see Sandi shoot a glance towards the large woman - not a word came out of her, but her eyes were commanding; "submit and give up before you humiliate yourself further." Ev'lyn shuddered as she kept her body in humiliating motion, yet for the moment she did not give in.
    Yet neither Sandi nor Hilga were as far behind as they might have appeared at first glance, or at least Hilga hoped that was the case. A moment's weakness could betray all of a woman's defenses, as demonstrated by Ev'lyn; crumpled and defenseless where before she was sitting as a proud warrior ought. Hilga was on that same razor's edge, ignoring the pleas and demands of her own body. If she was to be the one leading the triad, it would take that and plenty more. Sandi was a threat of course, poised much like a predator before swooping down for the kill. If she were to crush Ev'lyn, Hilga would be next.
    ...
    Ev'lyn would rhythmically move now, pressing in, pressing down. Hilga caught a glimpse of her glistening inner thigh - sweat, or something else? Even a cornered animal will fight back, and Ev'lyn pushed on despite her dire straits. Sandi would subtly shudder and switch her legs around from time to time, but other than during these moments those predator eyes were always watching, watching. Her lithe form contrasted against her distended midsection and that intense gaze. Hilga wondered if it made Ev'lyn feel small, yet the woman seemed to focus so single-mindedly on managing her own body, locked in a reverie of pain and attempted control.
    Hilga was fast approaching trouble, too. The knife's edge seemed thinner than she'd previously imagined, and she had started to worry she might not be able to fight against it as Ev'lyn had. That she might simply be pushed over. That she might.. spill. Her doubt reached its climax just as her body did - a wave. She fought back with all her might - she was beyond being able to care about appearances at this point even as it might destroy her.
    "Haaan... Fooo..."
    The sound escaped from deep within her, slipping out through her gritted teeth. When she was able to open her eyes, Sandi was analyzing her. There was the predator, the commanding eyes again. Yet Hilga thought she could make out just the faintest shimmer of doubt in there too - not only the absolute demand for submission she had seen before. She though. She hoped.
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    Trickling Down reacted to ValentinaRosas in Hostess Experience   
    Today I wanna tell you about an experience I had 4 years ago when I worked as a hostess on an event. 
        4 years ago when I was 20 I was working like hostess to earn some money, it was a good job because you go to good events and travel to many cities of the country, you eat and drink free, you only work on weekends and you earn a good money amount; one day I had to go as hostess for "Tecate" I don't know if in other countries like USA or Europe there is this brand but in Mexico Tecate it's an important beer trademark of Heineken, and it's flavor it's really loved for all mexican people
        There was going to be an important event on Querétaro, a 1 million people city 2 and a half hours away from Mexico City, there were going to be brands as Coca-Cola, Pepsi, Sidral Aga Soda, Corona Beer, Tecate Beer, Akron and many more, so Tecate ask me to be her hostess
           
        The event was going to celebrate on Sunday, from 1:00 pm to 9:30 pm, but of course we all the host and the personal in charge of the event had to be there since 12:00 pm to make preparations for the event, I started to get ready at 7:00 am, I went out of my house at 8:00 am and I arrived to Queretaro at 11:30 am, I arrived promptly to the event place at 12:00 pm
        There I dressed up with the hostess uniform which I don't have photo with it, but here I left you some pictures of the uniform, the uniform of the pictures it's exactly which I used with the white super little small short super tight, the super little small tight vest and the red bra with the badge of Tecate, the only difference it's that my boobs aren't as big as the models of the pictures I'm 34 B but they're beautiful too
       Once started the event I started to do what a hostess does, to dance with the loud music, to act sexy, to cheer the people and invite them to come in and to offer them Tecate beers and food, obviously as a Tecate Hostess who it's promoting, representing and offering Tecate beer I had to be drinking Tecate Beer but obviously not as fast because they didn't want me to get drunk
       The first hours was normal and OK, as planned I was drinking beers and Soda and eating the food offered on the event while enjoying the event as all the people, but after sometime like around 4:20 I started needing to urinate, after the event started I went to the ladies loo but once started I couldn't went because I was the only hostess of Tecate on the event, I was allowed to absent some minutes but not as long and the bathrooms were away and hard access and obviously they were super crowded, imagine for men there was only one bathroom stall and two urinals and for ladies there were only three bathroom stalls for all the crowd so It would've taken me so much more than some minutes if I had gone to the toilet so I I didn't have no other way than hold it
       Around 6:00 pm I really really needed to urinate, my bladder was an aching inflated globe and while making my hostess thing I was discreetly rubbing my pussy and dancing by standing on one leg and then on one another alternating the legs and stomping with my high heel shoes, on whatsapp I sent a message to my bosses telling them I really need to piss and asking them to allow me go to the ladies, but the sent me a photo of the waiting line for the bathrooms and they told me to hold it until the event ended, they told me it was only 3 and a half hours as they were no feeling what I was feeling and because the boss are always insensitive they look it easy to hold it by 3 hours but I was dying to see and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold it that much but if I had went to the bathroom it would've taken my at least 30-40 minutes so they (my bosses) encourage me to hold it and they told me to slow even more the beer drinking but make it look as I was drinking the beer.
        It around 6:45 pm and my bladder was truly bursting and I was sweating to hold it, my legs were shaking and my pussy was painfully burning and itching, I was so nervous because I didn't want to pee in front of everyone, at that point I was unable to be straight and I was bended over and dancing, I remember that a family (one mom, one daddy and a 5-6 old daughter) passed next to me and the girl screamed "mommy the girl over there needs potty and 10 minutes later another family (one daddy, one mommy a newborn baby and a 7-8 old son) stood next to me and the boy started to stare at me, at that point I knew that everybody who looked me knew I was about pee my clothes
       
        At 7:20 the sunset was starting and the sun was starting to hide behind the hills, It was June so the twilight starts at 7:30-35 pm, at that point I was bended over in pain and holding my bladder has turned into a torture, I was acting extremely anxiously, desperate and disturbed while I was trying to make my hostess things even when I got closed to two boys to invite them to come in they joked about cover me (hidden me) for allow me to pee, I made as I laughed but inside I was dying, suddenly I felt a leak and I freaked out, with the uniform my belly was naked and the bulge of my bladder on my belly was clearly visible, I took it a picture and sent it to my bosses and after seeing it and beging them to absent for going to the bathroom they allowed me to go
       Once I saw the message on WhatsApp saying me I was allowed to go the loo I didn't thought it twice and ran to the bathroom with one hand holding my crotch, once I arrived there was a really really long line for the ladies loo, I'm sure that at least there were 40 women waiting the toilet, I was at my limit and I knew I couldn't wait so long, the first thing came to my mind was use the men toilet so I ran to the men bathroom which was like 30 meters and it was also a lot of men, like 20 men, they all were using the urinals but the bathroom stall was inside behind the urinals so no way I could use the toilet, I went back to the ladies and I started to frenetically leak, small yet of pee like the half of a second started to spurt out from my pussy, it was like 7:40 pm and It was already twilight so I ran to the wasteland, (because the event was on a place on the open filed, where I left you the picture of the place I it happen) I ran and close to a tree I tried to drop my super tight little small short but I couldn't resist anyone so before being able to drop my white shorts I bursted out and start to fully urinate, the fabric of the shorts didn't stop anything and all the urine fluid into my panties, my shorts and ran down on my naked legs splashing everything around, my high heels filled with urine and I made a great puddle but I feel soooooo good and a lot of relief because I finally released my bladder, after ending pissing the last drops fell from my small shorts I took out my heels and empty them form the urine to put it again on my feet and I just went back to my hostess place, my panties and shorts were damped and they were warm and it felt so comfortable, I went back to my place and for the fabric of the shorts the pee spot was invisible, when the time to end came, 9:30 I needed to pee again but not as bad as before, so I ran to the loo and there was only 4 girls before me, I went and pee and I get back, I took out my uniform and put on my normal clothes and just went back to my house
      Here I left you there promise there pictures of me, pictures of Tecate beer, pictures of my hostess uniform and a picture of a seemed place where I wet myself








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    Trickling Down reacted to Lapis Lazuli in Derivativewings omorashi short story game   
    Okay, I saw this and knew I just HAD to participate. I noticed that the contest hadn't had any entries in a while, so... at least, I thought I might as well give reviving it a shot.
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    A trio of women stand in a small dorm building. Among them is Sophia, her roommate Naomi, and her girlfriend Hazel. Of the three, Hazel has just finished gulping down a one-liter bottle of water, one of two they have each been assigned. With a stroke of her soft and strong arms, it is tossed towards the recycling bin, which it misses by about a mile. "Damn, Zizi, have you considered joining the NBA?" Sophia speaks up, her tone sarcastic and whimsical. "sIIIIIgh, yes, yes I have soph." Sophia had finished her two bottles a while ago, but Naomi, being a slow drinker- the kind who has to pause every five seconds and take the bottle away from their mouth to swallow- is still not even halfway done with the second bottle.
    Hazel has been leading this celebration, being the one with the most spunk and vitality. In a long-sleeved crop top and a thigh-length skirt, the curvaceous lady looks like the stereotypical "hot girl" trope, but she's actually the brains of the trio, gifted at topics close and necessary to her major field of psychology. Sophia is a psychology major too- in fact, they all are- but she doesn't get grades nearly as high as the once-valedictorian. She's a bit thinner than Hazel, but more importantly is she absolutely tiny. The same height as she was when she was 12, Sophia is easily the one with the most concentrated fuck off in her demeanor, reflected by her black leggings, band shirt, and various gothic accessories including a shiny niobium lip ring. Finally, Naomi, wearing fairly tight dress pants and a  is the most heavyset and jockish of the three as part of the women's football team. While she is quite nice, much like Sophia she buries her softer side under a layer of hysterical sass. This makes Naomi the funniest of the three, bar none.
    These three girls couldn't seem more different, but they all had one thing in common: They all love to hold in their pee, for hours on end, only to let it all spill out into their clothes when they were done. That would be happening today, as Hazel had just set up their first holding contest, or at least the first with all three of them. All of them had been instructed to go pee in the evening last night and then not go again until about now, which was about 5:00; fortunately, none of them had any classes at the time. By their calculations, with their already full bladders and the rapid intake of large amounts of water, none of them will still be full by 6:00. Sure enough, Hazel and Naomi bounce lightly, and all three of them have their thighs quite close.
    "Just so you guys know, when I win I'm not helping clean up." A blatant lie from Sophia, of course she'll clean up. And frankly... She's not so sure she'll win either, already feeling the effects of the water on her poor bladder... So too do Hazel and Naomi begin to fill up quicker and quicker. In particular, Hazel attempts to deflect: "pshh, of course you will, soph." Finally, Naomi, normally quiet, speaks up. "I'd hate to rain on your fun times, but can we actually do something to keep ourselves occupied, or are we just going to stand here like those weird pissing fountains? just asking." a glow quickly appears in Hazel's eyes, which is intercepted by Sophia. "Let me guess, Zizi. Desperate Mario Kart?"
    Hazel throws the disk in the Wii U and turns it on. "of course, soph! You all know the rules." "Ughhhh." The rules are that whoever comes in last has to get a drink of water. And no peeing, obviously. Despite their grumpiness, Hazel could look at her friend and partner and see that both of them were clearly having fun... Eventually, though, the match was decided, and Naomi came in last. "Fuck, i already have to piss, this is like donating to Jeff Bezos." She gladly takes the water and gulps it down, her desperation mounting. Watching Naomi express this, Hazel herself feels her bladder act up, having to keep still for several seconds to hold it back... She glances over at Sophia, and her heart flutters when she sees that she, too, seems to be displaying subtle signs of desperation, showing visible restlessness and a tightness to her thighs characteristic of desperation. Gosh, Sophia is so cute, she thinks...
    Hazel loses the second game, and by now, she's not holding it back much longer. Sophia looks over at her with a deep blush painted across her face, her girlfriend's bladder clearly visible against the waistband of her skirt, not at all hidden by her crop top. Naomi looks quite desperate too, not taking the first cup of water quite well, letting a hand lie between her sizeable thighs and bouncing as she watches Hazel take the second cup of water... She quickly boots up the next game, and initially gets a good start. However, a bladder spasm hits her, causing her to smack into the wall. "losing control there, Hazel my buddy? Now clearly in last place, she tries her best to catch up, and she can even tell that Sophia and Naomi aren't playing at their best; Sophia, in particular, is thin enough that her bladder bulge is quite noticeable by now. The lust inside her from seeing her girlfriend, plus a third cutie, so desperate combines with her own desperation to prevent her from making any headway, though, and sure enough.. Again, Hazel ends up in last place. Sophia confidently gets up, pouring a third cup of water... it makes a distinct tinkling sound as it splashes into the cup, pouring gently out of the bottle in a nice stream... Hazel watches this, and she can barely hold back any more. She stands up, a hand buried between her luscious thighs, and takes it in hand, gulping it down... That's when her limit breaks.
    Water, as it goes into Hazel, comes right back out the other end, staining her skirt and panties as she gulps the water down. She drops the cup as she opens her legs, letting out an orgasmic sigh from the sheer relief, the artificial light of the room glistening off of her stream and the drops slowly crawling down her beautiful, smooth thighs... Naomi, watching Hazel make such a gorgeous mess as a powerful stream bursts through her panties, exclaims as she, too, feels wetness downstairs. "oh my god fuck fuck fuck-" Trying so hard to hold it back, Naomi is unable to restrain herself due to the sight of Hazel letting go of such a responsibility. Just thirty seconds after Hazel loses control, she too squats down as a dark patch quickly forms around her dress pants, streaming through and forming a second puddle on the floor.
    And yet, while Hazel and Naomi concede, Sophia still stands proud, her bladder a champion among women. "Oh my god, you two-" Her cheeks lit up like it's Christmas, Sophia bends backwards and buries both her hands inbetween her legs, seeing no reason to stop trying to hide it. She has to piss BAD. "You're really going to do this to me right now, huh." "Soph, we couldn't control it!!" Sophia hobbles forward slowly towards Hazel, waiting for her to finish peeing. The stream lasts for thirty more torturous seconds, before it finally tapers to a stop... At that point, Sophia shoves Hazel aside, standing in the puddle of her girlfriend's pee. She opens her legs to shoulder length, and just as it seems like nothing is going to happen, a thick stream of pee bursts out from between Sophia's legs, through her black leggings. It combines with the puddle to make it enormous, almost as wide as Hazel is tall.
    The three of them now soaked and relieved, they all kind of just collapse against the beanbags or on the floor. Hazel, seeing the opportunity, reaches over to give Sophia a passionate smooch on the lips, pulling away after about seven seconds. "god... we should clean up..." None of them wanted to clean up, but the three of them did so anyways, each of them changing out of their soiled outfits and tossing them into plastic bags to clean later. Hazel and Sophia constantly sneak lustful looks at eachother as they mop up their pee, prompting Naomi to speak up: "well, i think now seems like a good time to leave you two to your own devices. the lust between you two is so tangible i could loose an arrow with it. see ya." Seeing nothing more to help with, Naomi struts out, and the two girlfriends are left together to their own devices.
    Finally, Sophia wraps her arms around Hazel, giving her gentle cheeks on the back of the neck in response to the newfound privacy. "eager, aren't you, huh soph?" "Eager as hell, Zizi." From then on, they saw no point in putting clean clothes back on as they hopped into bed together.
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    God i feel like this could be better, but.. I think for something that I decided to write three hours ago or something, it's pretty good! Impromptu writing practice is good for me, I think. If the contest is closed, I'll just fix this up and post it as a oneshot on the main fiction page.
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    Trickling Down reacted to Railgun-sama in Locked in the Coma Ward   
    Here's another commission story, this one from Foxlover! This story was a fun one to write, and I enjoyed writing it! It has elements of external bladder filling using catheters, so be warned. 
     
    Locked in the Ward
    Emily let out a heavy sigh as she glanced up at the clock. It was another long shift tonight. She really shouldn’t be complaining, all things considered. She was fortunate enough not to be one of the many nurses on the frontlines in the infectious disease ward or the ER, instead spending her long night shifts in the much more quiet and relaxed coma ward. Yet it often meant her shifts went by slowly. It wasn’t like she had nothing to do, the coma ward was very involved. Patients needed to be cleaned, bedsheets needed to be changed, catheters and full bags of urine needed to be replaced with fresh ones. There was a lot of nuance to the ward that most people who didn’t work there wouldn’t think about.
    However, even with the busy work, her shifts here always seemed to crawl on by. Even now, she was sitting in the break room, bored out of her mind and wondering if there was something she could do. As she counted down the seconds until her break was over and she’d have to return to her dull busywork, she felt a slight nag in her bladder.
    I guess I should go, huh?
    Emily moved to get up, but then she paused as she placed a hand on her abdomen, judging her bladder’s fullness. She had to pee a bit, but it wasn’t urgent, and she couldn’t even feel her bladder bulging out. Unlike the busier wards of the hospital, nurses in the coma ward rarely found themselves so busy they had to hold it for extended periods of time. Emily herself remembered her life in the ER before she was transferred here. Long nights holding it to her absolute limit. Her breaks always started with a mad dash to the nearest staff restroom before she wet herself. She could still remember the rush of pleasure and relief upon finally peeing after hours of putting it off.
    Perhaps, to make the night a bit more interesting, she’d try that again. Maybe not to the bladder-bursting extremes that she had been subjected to, but just enough to make things exciting. The good thing about the coma ward is that, if she decided the discomfort of a full bladder wasn’t worth the thrill and inevitable pleasure of relief, she could go pretty much any time she wanted.
    As her break ended, Emily left and returned to the coma ward, passing by the staff bathrooms just outside the doors. Her bladder nagged her again and she ignored it, smiling to herself with excitement.
    “Welcome back, Ems!” a sing-song voice called from the side. A tall, curvy woman with long, strawberry blonde hair sat at a desk in the nurse’s station, typing away as she filed some medical records. 
    “Hey Val!” Emily smiled back. Valerie was a recent transfer to the coma ward, but her and Emily had become fast friends. They were around the same age and had a lot in common, and Emily found her very easy to talk to. It helped that she looked nice as well. Her voluptuous form was a stark contrast to Emily’s more modest frame, and her own brown hair-- while shorter and easier to manage-- had nothing on Valerie’s flowing locks.
    “Enjoy your break?” Valerie asked, smiling, though an odd expression flashed across her face.
    “Yes,” Emily nodded, “though I practically fell asleep. You’re on break next, right?”
    “Yeah, in 15 minutes,” Valerie confirmed, she leaned in, lowering her voice, “It can’t come fast enough. I’m bursting here, but you-know-who will flip if she catches me slipping off this close to my breaktime.”
    Punctuating her point, Valerie was wriggling restlessly in her seat, and Emily could see the tell-tale signs of a bulge, not helped at all by the fact that Valerie liked to buy scrubs a little too small for her so they hugged her body and accentuated her curves. It was probably against some sort of dress code regulation, but not even their boss was enough of a stick in the mud to raise issues with it.
    While not wanting to earn their boss’s ire by heading off to the bathroom now made sense, the fact that Valerie had let herself get so desperate was probably due to her own oversights. Valerie had recently transferred in from the infectious disease ward, and she was likely very used to putting her needs off for far longer than what was expected of her here. 
    “Anyway, you better get back to your post before she comes back and finds both of us slacking,” Valerie pointed out.
    Emily nodded, “Yeah, good luck, and hang on!” 
    She felt a little bad. She had purposely put off going, and there her friend was, bursting for the same chance she just eschewed. Valerie had probably seen her come back from break and figured she was perfectly refreshed, Emily giving no indication that she had opted not to empty her bladder.
    She returned to her own station, further back in the ward, and began organizing some medical records and files. It was mostly busywork so her boss wouldn’t see her slacking. There were a couple of patients who probably needed to be sponged down, she’d need to check on a few others, and due to the insanity going on in other wards of the hospital, the nurses here were often delegated to clerical tasks on their down time, to free up the other nurses for more urgent matters.
    Speaking of urgent matters, Emily’s bladder sent her another signal of its fullness, and she rubbed her legs together briefly. She wondered how long she’d keep this up. Maybe she’d wait until she washed some of the patients, letting the sounds of water torture her as her full bladder nagged for release. Or maybe she’d change some catheters and urine bags, even as her own bladder begged for relief. 
    Emily blushed, wondering why the idea was getting her so hot and bothered, but she quickly pushed those ideas down, along with the actual urge to pee, and focused on her work. She typed away at the computer, unconsciously oscillating her spinning chair back and forth as she worked. She blazed through each file, documenting the doctor’s notes and each patient’s readings into their medical database. She managed to get through three of them before she was next interrupted.
    “Oh, hey Emily, back from your break?” a voice called.
    Emily looked over and spotted a girl approaching the desk. It was Claire. As usual, she fully looked the part of a punk rocker who’d been costume swapped with a proper nurse. Her short black hair had bright red highlights running through it, her lip and left eyebrow were sporting silver spike barbell piercings, and she was wearing dark red lipstick and black eyeshadow.
    She was one of the younger nurses here, but while many would judge her based on her age and appearance, she was one of the most competent nurses in the ward. In fact, Emily was pretty sure she was smarter and more knowledgeable than some of the actual doctors here. 
    Emily nodded, “Yeah, I had a nice break. Have you taken your break yet?”
    Claire shook her head as she sat down at the station across from Emily’s, grabbing her own stack of files, “Nah, I just got in a few hours ago, so mine’s not til much later.”
    Emily nodded, then let out a sudden yawn before she could respond properly, “Oh sorry, I’m really tired tonight for some reason.”
    “It’s cool, it is pretty late,” Claire replied matter-of-factly. For some reason, she never seemed tired, which seemed all-too appropriate. The nocturnal life seemed to suit Claire well.
    Emily decided to stretch before returning to her work. She extended her arms upward and stretched her legs out underneath the desk. Just then, her bladder sent her another nag, and she tensed up as she quickly squeezed her thighs together. She looked over in panic, wondering if Claire had spotted her, but the diligent girl was already buried in her work.
    Emily wondered if she should just go, but certainly the senior nurse wouldn’t be too happy if she caught her heading to the bathroom so soon after her break. Besides, there was actually a bit of excitement about not only having to pee, but also having to hide it from her coworkers, at least long enough for it not to seem suspicious, since most would assume she went during her break.
    Suddenly, however, a brief alarm rang off, making Emily jump and tearing Claire from her focused, furious typing. The automatic doors swung shut, and loud clicks could be heard as the doors locked. Three chimes crackled out over the intercoms, meaning this was a hospital-wide announcement.
    “Amber Alert! I repeat, this is an Amber Alert! An infant has gone missing from the west-wing infant nursery. All doors and emergency exits are to remain locked until the child has been recovered! A thorough search of each ward is to be conducted by hospital staff, following protocol. Outside of medical emergencies, only law enforcement officers are permitted to move between wards. Administration and senior staff are to ensure that everyone is following proper procedures to ensure the hospital continues to function to the best of its ability. We apologize for this inconvenience, and thank you for being patient as we work to resolve this emergency.”
    “Well, that was unexpected,” Claire pointed out, “What kind of sick fuck-- pardon my French-- would steal a baby?”
    “There are a number of reasons, but yeah, none of them are particularly good,” Emily replied, “I hope they find the baby soon. Kathrine’s probably on her way down right now to organize the search.”
    As if on queue, another announcement, heralded by only one chime this time, sounded over the intercom, and the stern, impeccably professional voice of their boss announced, “All staff in the coma ward is to report to the main nurse’s station immediately for an emergency meeting.”
    “There she is,” Claire replied. 
    The two didn’t need to move, since they were actually already at the main nurse’s station for the ward, so they merely sat on standby and waited as everyone else trickled in. Valerie showed up first, her gait somewhat awkward as she shuffled her way towards the desk. Emily flashed her an apologetic look, knowing of her predicament. 
    Shortly after, two other nurses showed up. The first was Lydia, a girl with long, black hair tied back into a low ponytail. She was pretty quiet and stoic, often not interacting much with the other staff. Emily didn’t think it was because of shyness, but it was hard to tell since she was pretty unreadable.
    The other was Sarah. She was in her early 40s, though you couldn’t exactly tell at a glance, but unfortunately her beauty was only skin deep. She had a nasty, competitive, confrontational personality, and she acted like she was in charge whenever Katherine wasn’t in the room, despite her not actually having seniority or any actual authority over any of the other nurses. Katherine wasn’t fond of her either, but Sarah seemed to take Katherine’s warnings as personal challenges. She was very off-putting, and no one exactly liked her, Emily included.
    That was every nurse in the ward, with the exception of Katherine. But before she showed up, one final face arrived at the desk, eyes half-lidded and expression still dazed from having just been woken up. He was one of the resident neurologists, a young doctor who couldn’t be any older than Emily, and looked to be around Claire’s age. The quiet, slow pace of the coma ward suited his laid-back, borderline lazy personality well, and despite the fact that he couldn’t have worked here longer than a year, Emily felt like he was more of a natural part of the coma ward than an actual employee.
    “Hey Scott,” Claire smiled at him, and Emily allowed herself a small chuckle. It was painfully obvious that Claire had a thing for the resident doctor. The usually diligent and precise girl would get just that much more flustered and uncoordinated around him. Probably not enough that he noticed, but enough for Emily to pick up on it.
    Sarah crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently, “Where’s Katherine? She called the meeting, and now she’s keeping us all waiting.”
    No one answered, not wanting to feed Sarah’s vitriol towards their boss. As if on cue, however, the loud clack of heels on the tiled floor echoed down the hall, growing closer as their boss approached. 
    A woman in a blue business suit turned the corner and stepped into view. She was an immaculate example of a professional. Her long, dirty blonde hair was tied up in a bun, her sharp eyes dotted around behind oval glasses, scrutinizing the staff. Her suit was properly fitted and her skirt was neither short enough to be provocative nor long enough to look awkward. She walked up to the nurses station and clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention, an unnecessary action considering everyone had stopped what they were doing and turned to her the second she rounded the corner.
    “Alright, listen up,” she began, “This is serious, so I want us to do this by the book. I’ll split you into pairs. One team searches this hallway’s patient rooms, another team searches the east hallway’s rooms, and the last team will do the supply room, storage, and the office. Once you’re all done, everyone report to me so I can report to administration. I want a full, thorough search. We don’t know the condition of the child, so they might not be able to make noise or move too much. Check anything small enough to hide an infant in. I know no one expects the child to be here, myself included, but I want to make absolutely sure. I will not have an infant’s death on my hands because we didn’t check a cabinet.”
    “What about breaks?” Sarah asked, “I was supposed to go on break after Valerie got back, and she was supposed to be on break now.”
    “Now really isn’t the time to be worrying about that,” Katherine answered back, her stern tone hiding thinly veiled irritation, “All breaks are to be postponed until after the ward has been thoroughly searched. After that, Valerie may take her break, and then you may take yours, like normal. Might I remind you all that this is an emergency situation.”
    Valerie shuffled uncomfortably as she rubbed her thighs together, and Emily shot her another sympathetic look.
    “Alright, I want Emily and Valerie together checking the east hallway, Claire and Scott together checking this hallway, and Sarah and Lydia together checking the offices. Any questions?”
    Everyone shook their head, and satisfied, Katherine nodded.
    “Alright! Let’s get going.”
    The groups broke off and Emily headed to where Valerie was. Emily’s own need made itself known again, but that was nothing compared to the urgent situation Valerie was in. 
    “Sorry, hang in there!” Emily smiled apologetically, “Let’s get going! The sooner we can finish this up, the sooner you can go.”
    Valerie flashed her a surprised, worried look, “Did you forget? The staff bathroom in this ward is out of order, so the only working bathrooms were the ones right outside the ward. But we’re on lockdown, so I can’t leave.”
    Emily froze over in realization. It was true. The staff bathrooms had completely flooded a few weeks ago and they had to shut off the water. With hospital resources already stretched thin, fixing a single bathroom in one of the quieter wards wasn’t really a priority, so it had been locked up in a state of disrepair for a while.
    If it had been any other ward, that wouldn’t have been a big deal. Most rooms had bathrooms in them for the patients. However, the coma ward had been constructed with cost savings in mind. Coma patients didn’t typically need bathrooms, and the visitors could use the very accessible public bathrooms right outside the ward, and the one staff bathroom was thought to be enough for the nurses and doctors working there.
    “Oh shoot, you’re right,” Emily frowned, feeling her own full bladder. Suddenly, her decision to hold it was looking like a very bad idea.
    “Well, either way, I’m gonna have to hold it one way or another until we’re done with this search,” Valerie noted, “So let’s get going.”
    Ignoring their bladders, both her and Emily headed to the east hallway. The simplest thing would be to start at the far end and then work their way back, so they headed down to the final room and began the search. It was slow-going at first. Valerie was clearly distracted, and Emily was surprised at how many baby-sized places there were in the room of a coma patient. She was doing a relatively good job ignoring her bladder, especially compared to her obviously desperate friend, but bending over to look under and behind things would put an uncomfortable pressure on it, and she’d tense up her legs each time.
    Surprisingly, however, they eventually got into a swing, and with each room they searched, they got faster and faster. However, Emily could not ignore Valerie’s clear discomfort. She was restless, even when searching. Hopping from foot to foot, squeezing her legs together and crossing them as she stood, and dancing around trying to hold back the flood. Emily could see her bulging bladder clearly even from across the room, and it was clear she was holding back quite a lot. 
    “Oh shit!” Valerie cursed, doubling over as she jammed her hands between her legs. She shuffled her legs frantically as she squeezed her eye shut, drawing in a sharp breath as she was struck with a wave of desperation. Emily’s own bladder spasmed sympathetically as she watched her friend struggle, but she fought back her own urges as she watched Valerie with concern.
    After a few moments, she straightened up and turned to Emily, “Sorry, just nearly lost it there. Let’s hurry and hope Katherine has an idea for the whole no bathrooms thing.”
    “Right!” Emily nodded, herself wanting to at least know what the game plan for that was. She wasn’t yet desperate, but her bladder was full enough that if the lockdown lasted for even just a few hours, she wasn’t going to last, and Valerie had even less time from the looks of it. 
    The two continued to search the east hall, making short work of the rest of the rooms. Valerie still couldn’t keep still for a moment, but she didn’t have any more close calls, and Emily herself was able to push back any urges to pee. Unsurprisingly, the missing infant did not magically show up in any of the coma patient’s rooms, and by the end of their search, they kind of felt like they had just needlessly wasted their time.
    “Alright that’s the last place we need to check,” Emily replied.
    “Oh thank god!” Valerie sighed in relief.
    “Let’s head back to Katherine’s office. Hopefully the others are done now too.”
    The two made their way to the administrative office, Valerie shuffling along desperately the whole way down. By the time they got there, Claire and Scott were already standing and chatting, with Claire red-faced and grinning like a schoolgirl at whatever Scott was saying. She was shuffling in place slightly too, and ordinarily Emily would’ve written it off as just nerves from talking to someone she clearly liked. However, with her having put off a trip to the bathroom and with Valerie’s desperation on her mind, she wondered if Claire was also feeling the effects of a full bladder.
    It sounded like Katherine was talking on the phone to someone in her office, so they joined Claire and Scott in waiting, Valerie trying not to make her need super obvious even as she danced in place. Not too long after, Sarah and Lydia also arrived. Lydia looked drained, probably from being bossed around, and Sarah looked irritated, crossing her arms and tapping her foot as they waited for Katherine to be off the phone.
    Luckily for her, and also Valerie, it didn’t take too long for Katherine to free herself up and emerge from her office. She looked around at the staff that had gathered and nodded. 
    “I presume given the lack of any squirming, crying infants that our ward’s clear?”
    Everyone nodded in confirmation, and Katherine nodded to herself.
    “I figured it was unlikely that any would-be kidnapper would hide themselves or the child in the coma ward, given how quiet it is. Still, you can never be too careful. I just got off the phone with the director. We won’t be allowed to open our ward up until all the wards have been searched, in case the kidnapper’s on the move. We don’t want them gaining access to an already searched ward and overlook them. Valerie, you’ll have to take your break here, and you too, Sarah, if the lockdown lasts that long.”
    “Um,” Valerie spoke up, “I actually had a bit of a question. What are we supposed to do about the bathroom?”
    Katherine paused, and her eyes lit up as if she just realized there were no bathrooms in the ward proper, with the only one they had access to being out of order. She furrowed her brow, as if trying to think of a solution, but then she shook her head.
    “I’m terribly sorry, but there’s nothing I can do about that. You’ll all have to wait until lockdown is over.”
    “What?” Sarah asked, the most irritated out of all of them, “That’s ridiculous.”
    Katherine shook her head, “Sorry, but we’re on lockdown, so we can’t leave the ward. I wouldn’t even have authorization to unlock the doors even if I wanted to break protocol, which I don’t. The best I can do would be to give you all authorization to use the medical supplies in the storage room.”
    “But we don’t have any bedpans in there,” Claire pointed out, “And we’re running low on catheter bags, last I checked. Not that I think any of us would want to use a catheter anyway.”
    Katherine lowered her stern, professional facade for a moment and flashed everyone an apologetic look, “I know, I’m really sorry, but my hands are tied too. I can’t exactly do anything about it. I’ll have to ask everyone to return to work, we’re going to try to maintain operations as much as possible in this state. Obviously that doesn’t include you, Valerie, you can take your break.”
    Everyone, with the exception of Scott, who was wearing the same dull, laid-back expression he always had, glanced around worriedly as they all parted ways. Emily herself was starting to grow concerned. Certainly she could hold out for a bit, but she was really regretting not going to the bathroom when she had the chance.
    Valerie, on the other hand, did not look thrilled, as she left the room behind Emily, she immediately doubled over and danced in pace. 
    “Oh fuck oh fuck, Ems, I really… I really can’t hold it anymore, what should I do?”
    “Maybe you can find something in the storage room, like something to pee into,” Emily suggested, “I can even help you look.”
    Emily didn’t also want to admit that she wanted to find out if there was something she could pee into. Best case scenario was that they found something, and Valerie could finally pee and Emily could take the opportunity to relieve herself too. Worst case, they didn’t find anything, and Valerie would have an accident. Emily hoped, for Valerie’s sake as well as her own, that that second one didn’t happen.
    They made their way into the storage room, looking around for anything Valerie to use. At first Emily hoped they’d find a spare bedpan tucked away somewhere, but much like Claire said earlier, there weren’t any. Likewise, there weren’t any catheter bags left in the storage room either. There were plenty of catheters, and even a few bladder pumps, either for when patients needed help emptying their bladders or for when they needed to fill a patient’s bladder, mostly for ultrasound purposes. Yet there wasn’t a single container where Valerie could relieve herself into.
    “Sorry, Val,” Emily frowned, “It doesn’t look like there’s anything here.”
    “Shit, Ems,” Valerie was on the verge of tears, holding all her pent-up urine in, “I’m literally about to wet myself here!”
    Suddenly, an insane idea struck Emily, and she paused, wondering if she was really crazy enough to even suggest it. She glanced back at the catheters and the bladder pumps, and then to her squirming friend who truly looked to be ready to wet herself right there.
    “Hey, Val, this is gonna sound crazy, but maybe we can use these and I can… help you hold it.”
    Valerie looked at Emily and at the catheters and pump she had in her hands. Realization dawned on her face and her eyes grew wide.
    “Wait, you don’t mean you’re literally going to pump all my urine into you?”
    “Not all,” Emily shook her head, “You’re full to bursting there, and all that would do is make me wet myself instead. But I could probably take some of it and we can both make it out of this dry.”
    “That’s crazy,” Valerie pointed out.
    “It is, but I don’t see another option here,” Emily replied.
    Valerie gave one last look around as though she were searching for something, anything else to use, but she was then struck with another strong wave of desperation and doubled over, jamming both hands between her legs.
    “F-fine, let’s hurry!” 
    The two dropped their bottoms and Emily got to work preparing the catheters as Valerie danced desperately. With no small amount of discomfort, Emily worked the catheter into her first, and felt her full bladder trying to push her urine out through the still-closed tube. She then helped Valierie with her end, no small feat considering how desperate her friend was, and finally the two hooked up the pump.
    “R-ready?” Emily asked, the catheter inside of her only heightening her own need.
    “Y-yeah,” Valerie nodded, her face bright red.
    Emily switched on the pump and winced as she felt it fight against her bladder, pushing Valerie’s urine into her. Valerie moaned in relief as her pent-up flood flowed out of her bulging bladder and into Emily. Emily’s desperation increased ten-fold as she felt her own bladder grow and distend, not expecting such a sharp influx of new fluid.
    As the two were sorting themselves out, however, the door to the storeroom opened, and Claire stepped in. She caught the two in their compromising position, and as her eyes darted from Valerie to Emily to the catheters and pumps between them, her face lit up like a christmas tree and she gave a meek “S-sorry!” and rushed back out of the room.
    Before Emily could fully register her embarrassment, though, her bladder quivered, and she looked over at Valerie. Her bulging bladder had all but vanished, and Emily herself was starting to get quite full.
    “O-okay, that’s all I can take,” Emily replied, switching off the pump, “Do you think you can hold it now?”
    “Y-yes,” Valerie nodded, “I’m still pretty full, but I was seriously on the verge of pissing myself earlier. I feel much better now. I can hold this.”
    “Good,” Emily nodded, “Now to take these out. Get ready. It’d be a shame if, after all the effort we put in, we both wound up wetting ourselves anyway.”
    Emily slowly removed Valerie’s catheter and she clamped down, letting out the smallest of spurts before she pulled up her pants and rubbed her abdomen. Emily herself did the same, slowly pulling the catheter out of her and clamping her muscles down as soon as it was free before she let out all the urine she had just pumped into herself.
    She let out a desperate moan as her bladder screamed for release, but the wave passed and soon the two were cleaning up and getting ready to head back to their stations.
    “I’ve still got about fifteen minutes left on my break, so I’ll keep trying to look for something to properly relieve myself,” Valerie replied, “If I find anything, I’ll let you know immediately.”
    “Thank you,” Emily nodded. She had been feeling pretty full even before she offered to help Valerie, and now that she had even more pee inside her, she was definitely feeling desperate. Even if she kept holding it, she wanted to at least know she had the option to go.
    The two made their way out of the room and Emily looked around for Claire, but she was nowhere to be seen. Whatever she had come into the storeroom for, she obviously didn’t need it enough to wait outside for them to be done. Valerie headed off somewhere and Emily returned to the main nurse’s station where she had been doing paperwork. Claire had seemingly already finished her own stack, but Emily’s was only half-finished. Emily sat down and crossed her legs, enjoying the brief relief sitting down and holding it without having to walk earned her.
    She got back to work, typing away and trying to ignore her full bladder. It was much harder than it had been before, and she sincerely hoped Valerie would come swooping in with something they could use to pee into. Unfortunately, as the time on Valerie’s break ticked away, she was nowhere to be seen.
    Another spasm struck Emily and she stopped typing briefly, jamming her hands between her legs. The desperation passed quickly, but she was finding it harder and harder to concentrate and push her need to the back of her mind.
    Damn, I really should’ve gone before the end of my break! I wish I had known we’d get locked in!
    Still, Emily didn’t want to dwell on that too much. Hindsight was 20/20, and it wasn’t like regretting her decision now was going to help her hold it until the end of lockdown. Instead, she buckled down, squeezed her thighs together, and continued working, hoping the paperwork would get her mind off of her need to pee, at least until she was done.
    Surprisingly, it worked, for the most part. Aside from the occasional pause where she had to hold herself or readjust her position to try to take pressure off her full bladder, she was able to get most of her work done while pushing back her desperation to the back of her mind. She was just finishing up when she had to stop again, crossing her legs desperately as she clamped down on her crotch. Before she got back to work, she heard the sounds of her boss’s footsteps.
    Katherine rounded the corner and, upon seeing Emily, headed straight for the nurse’s station.
    “Emily, would you mind helping Lydia make her rounds? She and Sarah were supposed to tend to the patients in the east hall, but Sarah was stubborn and wouldn’t wait to go on break even when I asked her to.”
    “Sure thing, I’ll just finish this up really quick, I’m on the last file, shouldn’t take me more than a couple minutes.”
    Katherine nodded, “Perfect, thank you. I know we’re on lockdown, but we’re expected to keep things running as much as possible.”
    She turned around and walked away, and Emily thought she seemed a little off, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. If anything it might just be the stress of the lockdown getting to her. She was probably talking with hospital administration about any number of things. 
    Emily stood up to go find Lydia and immediately regretted it. Her bladder screamed at her and she jammed both of her hands between her legs, squeezing her legs together and dancing desperately in place as she tried not to leak. The wave passed, but she found walking was very uncomfortable, her bladder jostling in her abdomen with each step.
    She found Lydia starting to tend to one of the patients in the east hall, and entered the room to help her. Patients needed to be washed regularly and their sheets needed to be changed. They also needed to be repositioned so sores wouldn’t develop from lying down for so long, they needed to be monitored for any problems, and care needed to be taken that clots didn’t form in their legs from remaining immobile. Lydia was in the middle of sponging down the patient, and Emily found herself cursing mentally. Just earlier she was fantasizing about the excitement of having to hold it while splashing a bunch of water around, but now the sounds of it coupled with her full bladder felt like torture.
    For what it was worth, Lydia also looked slightly uncomfortable, shuffling from leg to leg as she bathed the comatose patient. 
    The patient was named Elizabeth, a girl in her mid twenties that had been in a near-fatal car accident and lost a lot of blood. The coma ward was usually a really lonely place. Over time, people would make less and less trips to visit the patients here as they lost hope of them ever waking up. This girl was different, though. Even now there were fresh flowers in the vase on the table next to her bed, placed there by her boyfriend, who’d visit at least twice, maybe three times a week. He’d talk to her like she could hear him, eagerly regaling her with tales of his work day, and talking about all the amazing things they could do when she finally woke up. It didn’t matter at all to him that the chances of her ever waking up were in the single digits, and dropping each day she didn’t.
    Emily wasn’t sure if that made it worse or better.
    She joined Lydia in helping her sponge the patient down, ignoring her own desperation and focusing on Lydia’s. Her fellow nurse hadn’t said anything about it, but it was obvious that she had to pee pretty badly. Emily briefly wondered if her own need was so obvious, but she figured at the very least she was keeping herself more composed. Lydia knees buckled every time she had to wring out the sponge, and she bit her bottom lip every time the sound of water splashing off of the patient and into the basin beneath them got to her.
    Emily was grateful once they were done. She helped Lydia change the sheets and redress Elizabeth, and they lowered her back down onto the bed, hooking her back up to the various monitors. 
    With that, the two moved slowly on. It was torture bathing some of the patients, and Emily was really feeling the effects of all the extra urine inside of her. But as bad of a state as she was in, it didn’t pale in comparison to Lydia. She was dancing around, unable to sit still, and it got to the point where she would visibly wince every time she so much as touched the water. Emily wasn’t sure if Lydia would make it through all the patients dry at this rate.
    While washing another one of the patients, an older man, Emily noticed a nasty rash near his IV injection site.
    “Oh, yikes, looks like Stephen has an infection,” she frowned, “We should change his injection site and put him on some antibiotics as soon as lockdown is over.”
    Lydia nodded, “Y-yeah.”
    Once they finished bathing him and changing his sheets, Emily took his temperature as Lydia shuffled off to grab supplies. Sure enough, he had a fever. It wasn’t urgent enough that they needed to alert Katherine, but Emily made a mental note to grab some broad-spectrum antibiotics from the hospital’s pharmacy as soon as lockdown was over. Or at the very least after a much-needed trip to the restroom.
    Lydia returned, shuffling back and handing the supplies to Emily. Emily worked quickly removing the old line and cleaning up the site, but when she moved to his other arm, she had a significant amount of trouble trying to find his vein.
    “Ah, Lydia, this guy’s veins are invisible I swear,” Emily frowned, “Can you help me with this? You’re always the best at finding veins.”
    Lydia looked down and frowned, “I’m… I’m sorry, I don’t… I don’t think I can. In truth, I really gotta pee. I’m bursting here. I don’t think I can sit still long enough to help. S-sorry.”
    Emily struggled a bit trying to find the vein before she bit her lip. She knew Lydia didn’t have much longer to hold it anyway, and she really needed her help. The only solution she could think of came back up, but Emily wasn’t sure how good of an idea that was considering she was also feeling quite desperate. She debated a few moments longer, but as she watched Lydia struggle and squirm, she knew she had to act fast or Lydia wouldn’t even make it to the storeroom.
    “H-hey, so,” Emily blushed, “I really need your help with this, and I doubt you’ll last much longer, I think I have an idea. I actually already helped Val out with this earlier.”
    Emily explained her idea and Lydia’s face lit up like a christmas tree. She squirmed around, clearly weighing her options, but in the end her swollen bladder won out over her embarrassment.
    “F-fine, but just enough so that I’m not on the verge of wetting myself. I doubt you can take all of this anyway.”
    “Yeah, I’ll stop it before it gets too much,” Emily replied.
    The two made their way back to the storage room, and on their way in, they saw Claire and Scott heading out of the storeroom together, with Claire blushing madly. At first Emily thought the two had finally hooked up and had sex in the storeroom, but then her eyes landed on Claire’s bulging bladder. Claire clearly was holding onto a lot, and Emily doubted the two had sex if she was that full.
    The two parted ways and Claire refused to meet Emily’s inquisitive gaze, instead beelining it back towards the nurse’s station. Scott sauntered off somewhere himself, leaving Lydia and Emily alone to use the storeroom. Having done it once with Valerie, Emily made quick work of the setup, trying to make it before Lydia straight-up wet herself on the floor of the storeroom. 
    “Okay, here I go,” Emily replied, turning on the pump. She felt her bladder yell in protest as the foreign urine flooded in, and she bit her lip and gripped her thighs as the pressure built up. Last time it hadn’t been pleasant either, but this time there was so much extra pressure Emily was almost sure that if she didn’t have a catheter in, she’d be pissing herself.
    Lydia let out a sigh of relief as the contents of her bladder were transferred into Emily’s. She was certainly holding back a lot. With her bottoms down, Emily could see the swollen bump on her abdomen where her bladder sat. Emily wanted to give her as much relief as possible, but her own bladder was filling up fast, and she didn’t want to get to the point where she couldn’t hold it herself anymore.
    “I’m… I’m gonna need to stop it,” Emily warned Lydia.
    “No no, please, just a little bit more!” Lydia begged.
    Against her better judgement, Emily obliged, giving her a few more seconds of relief, but then she switched off the pump. Removing the catheters was much more of an ordeal since both were still much fuller than when she and Valerie had done the same thing, and Lydia even let out a few errant spurts before she was able to get it under control. Emily managed to stay dry somehow, and she quickly cleaned up and took care of the used catheters again.
    “Okay, I hope you’re feeling better,” Emily replied.
    “Much, thanks so much. Are you gonna be okay?” Lydia asked, pointing to the obvious bulge Emily was now sporting.
    “I’ll manage, I have to pee pretty bad, but I’m not on the verge of wetting myself yet,” Emily admitted. 
    The walk back to Stephen’s room was awful. Emily’s bladder hadn’t yet gotten used to the new volume of fluid inside of her, so she struggled to walk straight as she followed Lydia back. Lydia helped with the IV, and the two headed to the next room.
    Everything was so much worse now that Emily’s bladder was more full. Sponging down the patients was torture, with the sounds and feeling of the water driving her crazy. She could barely focus on anything but her desperation, even as she helped Lydia tend to the patients and change their bedding. Bending over to help with that was agony, and Emily began looking around for anything else they could use to properly relieve themselves. The wash basins were no good. They only had one and they needed to be kept clean for the patients. The handwashing station did have a drain, disposing urine down it was strictly prohibited, and if the two were caught, Katherine would certainly have something to say about it. There weren’t any bedpans around the ward either, most of them having been snatched by nurses from the other wards where they were needed more frequently.
    The more rooms she scanned as they were tending to the patients, searching for any alternatives, the worse the prospects got, and as much as she hated to admit it, it looked like they would just have to keep holding until the lockdown was over.
    With immense difficulty, Emily finally finished helping Lydia with the patients, and the two were sent hobbling down the halls back to the nurse’s station. Emily would have to write a report for Stephen’s infection, and Lydia had some medical records to file. On there way there, they passed by Sarah and Valerie, who were helping their own set of patients. Both of them looked worse for wear as well, with Valerie dancing around, nearly back to her heights of desperation from before, and Sarah shuffling uncomfortably. It gave the impression that everyone in the ward had to pee.
    The two sat down and Emily let out a light sigh, finding it much easier to hold it while sitting down. Still, she was much more restless than earlier before she had helped Lydia, and she honestly wasn’t sure she’d be able to keep holding it if the lockdown was going to last much longer.
    Still, in spite of her desperation, she had work to do. The turned her attention to the computer and began typing out the report of Stephen’s rash and infection. It was slow-going, though. Every few minutes she was forced to stop and focus on holding it, and she was really getting desperate. 
    As she typed, squirming in her seat and doing her best to ignore the mounting pressure in her abdomen, she heard unsteady footsteps quickly hobbling towards the nurse’s station. She looked up and spotted Claire, a hand jammed between her legs, making her way towards the nurse’s station.
    “H-hey, Emily, do you mind helping me with something for a second?”
    Emily really didn’t want to stand up, but she didn’t have a reason to say no, and she felt really bad watching Claire dance around desperately as she waited for her response.
    “Sure,” Emily nodded. She carefully prepared to stand up, getting up slowly as to not put pressure on her full bladder. A wave of desperation washed over her and she gripped the arm of her chair as she tensed her legs up so she wouldn’t leak.
    As soon as the wave passed, she followed Claire and the two hobbled their way around the corner, just out of earshot of the nurse’s station. The second they did so, Claire whirled around, jamming both hands between her legs and nearly doubling over.
    “Emily, I’m about to wet myself,” she cried in a hushed whisper, “Please, I know it’s a lot to ask, but… that thing I saw you doing with Valerie, can you do it for me?”
    Emily felt her own swollen bladder. She was pretty desperate herself, and she didn’t think she could take much more.
    “I’m… I’m sorry, I’m also quite full,” Emily answered honestly, placing a hand on her full bladder and showing Claire the bulge. Claire’s knees buckled as she drew in a sharp breath. She was in pretty bad shape.
    “Please,” she begged, “Just a little. Any amount is fine, I seriously can’t hold it anymore!”
    “I really can’t-”
    Claire gripped Emily’s arm, “Please! Listen, I… I know I shouldn’t have, but I helped Scott the same way you helped Valerie. I mean, he seemed like he was really uncomfortable so I offered. I just wanted to make him feel better. I know you know I really like him, so… I wasn’t thinking straight, and took all of it.”
    “All of it?” Emily exclaimed.
    Claire nodded, lifting up her scrubs and revealing a seriously swollen bladder.
    “I’m seriously about to burst here, and if I wet myself after helping Scott like that... “ she paused, lowering her shirt and jamming her hands back between her legs, “Listen, I really can’t hold it! It’s gonna come out!”
    Emily felt exceedingly bad for Claire, and in truth, she did want Claire and Scott to wind up together. Scott didn’t wear his emotions on his sleeve like Claire, so it was hard to get a read out of him, but from what she had observed, he certainly was closer to Claire than anyone else. Certainly close enough to be comfortable partially undressing in front of her, even if it was for the purpose of getting relief.
    Emily wasn’t in a position to take any more urine, but in spite of that, she let out a heavy sigh and gave in.
    “F-fine, but just enough that you won’t immediately wet yourself. You’ll still have to bear with it until lockdown’s over,” Emily replied.
    Claire nodded and the two rushed as quickly as their unsteady steps could take them to the storage room. Claire was eager to drop her bottoms, flashing Emily with her panties, the crotch already soaked through. Emily herself wanted to hurry and get this over with. The last thing she needed was anyone else catching them.
    For the third time that night, Emily got them set up, and soon the machine was pumping Claire’s urine into her body. The pressure was once again unbearable, but she put up with it as she watched Claire bask in the relief, throwing her head back. Given her near-orgasmic moan of relief, and her soaked panties, she must’ve been on the verge of wetting herself.
    It didn’t take long for Emily to get to the point where she was worried she’d go past her limits, and she reached for the off switch. Claire’s relief be damned, she couldn’t take any more. However, just as she went to switch the machine off, the door opened and Katherine rushed into the storeroom. Emily had never seen her boss looking so uncomposed or disheveled. Her collar was crooked and her business skirt was partially unzipped. She had both hands jammed between her legs, and she was dancing in place profusely, clearly desperate. 
    She caught the eyes of the two other occupants, and quickly realized what the two were doing. She quickly looked away, continuing to shuffle desperately as she faced the door, but she did not leave. 
    Emily felt her bladder spasm in protest and she realize she hadn’t switched off the pump yet. She quickly flipped it and Claire let out a brief shudder as she felt the relief end abruptly. Emily herself had taken on quite a bit more than she had anticipated, and she was seriously wondering if she was even going to be able to get the catheter out without wetting herself.
    “You two,” Katherine spoke in a disapproving tone, trying to sound as professional as possible even as she performed a desperate pee dance before them, “That’s highly inappropriate use of hospital supplies and equipment.”
    “I thought you said we could use whatever, I was seriously about to wet myself,” Claire pointed out.
    “Y-yes, I did say that, but still, hospital regulations don’t approve… that kind of use for them. Who’s idea was this?”
    Claire was about to raise her hand, but Emily spoke first, “It was mine. I was the first person to come up with this.”
    “Very well. Claire, you’re excused,” Katherine replied, “Emily, you stay here, and don’t remove your catheter just yet.”
    Emily was more than happy to oblige. The catheter was sealed off and even though she felt pressure mounting in her system, she didn’t think she was going to leak until she tried to remove it.
    The second Claire left the room, Katherine bolted over to Emily, “Let me use you too. I’m wetting myself here. I really can’t hold it anymore.”
    “I really can’t… take anymore in me, I’ll seriously wet myself,” Emily replied.
    “T-that’s not my problem. You came up with this crazy idea, and unless you want an official write-up, you’ll do as I say.”
    This wasn’t like Katherine at all. She’d never abuse her powers like this. She must really be on the verge of wetting herself. Katherine didn’t wait for a response, instead reaching for one of the unused catheters and preparing it. With a few leaks and a clear expression of discomfort, she coached it up her urethra and hooked it into the end of the pump that Emily still had connected to her own catheter.
    Katherine switched on the pump herself, and Emily let out a whimper as Katherine’’s urine flooded out of her. With her tighter business suit, Emily could clearly see the bulge jutting out from Katherine’s abdomen. She had a lot, and Emily wasn’t even sure if Katherine would let her stop even if she begged.
    Feeling the pressure grow more and more, Emily let out moan after moan of desperation as she wriggled in place. She could feel her bladder distending to uncomfortably full levels. With all the pee inside of her, she would be surprised if she could get the catheter out dry, let alone hold it until the lockdown ended.
    “P-Please, stop, no more, I can’t,” Emily cried. 
    Katherine wasn’t listening anymore, though. She merely continued letting the pump drain her swollen bladder’s contents into Emily, until her bulge had significantly reduced in size. Only then did she finally stop the pump, and with great care she removed her own catheter and clamped her hand down before any leaks could escape.
    “I’m terribly sorry, I wasn’t actually going to write you up if you had said no, I just really, really had to go.”
    Emily wasn’t paying attention. She couldn’t. The sudden influx of urine from both Claire and Katherine was too much. Her bladder was screaming at her for relief, and she didn’t think she could move, let alone remove her catheter and continue with her duties here.
    I… I gotta… I need to pee so bad!
    “I’ll let you stay in here to sort yourself out. You can take a fifteen,” Katherine replied, “I appreciate you letting me relieve myself a little, so I’ll do at least that much.”
    Emily nodded, still trying to fight back the wave of pressure and desperation, and heard Katherine leave. Finally, she was able to right herself, and slowly slide the catheter out of her. The second it did, she let out a spurt that spattered onto the floor, and she tensed her whole body, shaking in the effort to stop the flow. By some miracle she managed, clamping down on her crotch and stopping any more leaks. Still, every movement was agony, and as she cleaned up herself and the floor, she could feel every movement send waves of pressure through her bladder.
    Somehow, she managed to hold it as she finished taking care of the used catheters, but as she fixed her clothes and left the storeroom, she let another leak out, and was forced to jam both hands between her legs. The pressure was too much. She wasn’t sure how she’d make it back even to the nurse’s station, let alone sit there and hold it for who knew how long. Maybe if she found Valerie, she could explain what happened and try to get her to at least alleviate some of her now monstrous desperation, but she doubt between the two of them it would help any.
    No… I’m at my limit! I can’t… I really can’t hold it!
    With her thighs clamped together and both hands between her legs, she slowly staggered towards the nurse’s station, each step nearly causing her to lose it. She let out another leak and her panties were now in a similar shape to Claire’s. She wouldn’t be surprised, given how desperate everyone was, if everyone’s panties were in similar states..
    Breathing heavily as she trudged along, all she wanted to do was for lockdown to be over so she could pee into a proper toilet. She just barely made it to the nurse’s station as it was, unsteadily making her way back towards her computer. She looked at the screen, but her eyes refused to focus on it.
    Lydia, who was still squirming desperately in her seat behind her, turned around.
    “Yikes, Emily, what happened? You look almost pregnant there.”
    “Pee… so much… Claire just wanted me to take a little, but Katherine caught us, and she needed to… she made me take way more. Can’t… can’t hold it.”
    “Oh geez,” Lydia frowned, “I’m really sorry. Do you think it’ll help if I take any back? I really don’t want to but you look much worse than me right now.”
    Emily wanted to say yes, but to be honest, she wasn’t even sure if she’d make it back to the storeroom in this state. It was all she could do to stay seated and keep herself as dry as possible. She didn’t think walking was going to work anymore.
    Suddenly, the overhead sound system crackled to life, and Emily let out a spurt in surprise. She clamped down, and in the back of her mind, focused on the announcement. Apparently, the child had been found, and the lockdown was over.
    “That’s a relief, we can finally go!” Lydia leapt up, and Emily could hear the sounds of Sarah and Valerie shuffling out of their rooms and also beelining it to the bathroom. Claire bolted in her mad rush to make it as well. 
    “Come on, Emily! You need relief more than I do right now!”
    It was true, but there was no way Emily was going to make it, and she knew it. She stood up in spite of this, letting out a long, hot spurt out into her panties. The leak quickly soaked through and showed up as a wet spot on her scrub’s pants, and she tensed her body up trying to hold on. She let out a moan and took a few more unsteady steps in the direction of the bathroom, but it was a fruitless effort. She dribbled a little with each step, and she wasn’t five steps down the hall before she was letting out full on leaks every time her foot hit the ground.
    She was at her limit, and the insane flood she was keeping pent up inside her would be held back no more. Her legs buckled underneath her as she burst, pee erupting from between her legs and spattering onto the ground. Her panties and not even her scrub’s pants did anything to stop the high pressure stream from spraying out of her and splashing loudly on the ground beneath her. Lydia’s own legs buckled as she heard Emily’s accident, and she rushed off before she joined in on Emily’s unplanned relief. 
    Emily let out a loud, orgasmic moan as the insane pressure in her abdomen relieved herself. She threw her head back and let out hot, ragged breaths as she pissed herself. Pee continued to stream down, soaking her pants fully and pooling in the growing river, and yet even as she kept peeing, if felt like the insane pressure inside of her was only just beginning to lessen.
    Halfway through, the sheer pleasure and haze of her relief subsided, being replaced with embarrassment, and she made a few half-hearted attempts to stem the flow so she could get at least half of it into the toilet down the hall. However, her taxed bladder was having none of it, and she resigned to simply pee there. 
    Finally, after what felt like ages, her high pressure flow began to taper off, and she was no longer peeing full force. Eventually, it stemmed to a trickle, and then a couple of drops as her bladder finally emptied itself fully.
    “Oh, oh my,” Katherine spoke from behind her. At some point during her accident, the woman had apparently arrived in the hallway, likely also on her way to the bathroom. 
    Emily turned around, seeing her boss looking at her disapprovingly, and at first she wanted to cry. However, then Katherine’s expression softened to a sympathetic look, “I’m sorry, this is my fault, isn’t it? I shouldn’t have made you take so much from me.”
    She leaned in, Hugging Emily while taking care not to touch her soaked pants.
    “Honestly I wasn’t thinking straight. I was really desperate and… honestly, a little aroused after seeing what you and Claire were doing,” Katherine admitted, “But I took advantage of you and used my position of authority over you inappropriately. That was unprofessional of me. For that, I’m deeply sorry.”
    “I’m… I’m not mad, I knew that wasn’t like you, I just...  I just couldn’t hold all of that in anymore,” Emily noted, still sounding on the verge of tears.
    “It’s okay. The lockdown was stressful on everyone, it’s not your fault this happened. I’ll get a janitor on this. Go get yourself cleaned up down at the showers, then meet me back up in my office. I’ll make all this up to you, okay? I am really sorry, once again,” ” Katherine replied, speaking in a soft, sultry voice towards the end.
    Emily nodded, and as she started heading down to the showers, she turned her head and watched Katherine. She wasn’t sure what her boss meant by making it up to her, but it was clear Katherine had a hidden side that she often didn’t show others. She wondered if she saw some of that tonight, and if she’d see more of it in the future. 
    Now that she felt better, Emily reflected upon the lockdown, and her decision to hold it at first. She hadn’t ever expected it to turn into a full-blown accident, but in the end she had ultimately accomplished what she initially set out to do. She made the night much more exciting, and she had definitely gotten a taste of that orgasmic relief you could normally only achieve by holding it at the limit for hours on end. Even though at the end it was almost agonizing just holding it, overall she didn’t have a bad time, and the residual, tingling relief she still felt was well worth it. 
    She would definitely have to experiment with this a little more, but maybe she’d wait until they had working bathrooms in the ward next time, in case of another lockdown.
    - The End -
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    Trickling Down reacted to Gemmy in Tales of Alice #2 - After the Wedding   
    Not long after the events of the first story Alice ended up moving in with us. As we hung out quite a lot and she spent a lot of time at our house she would often end up sleeping over in the spare room and a few times we joked that she should just move in. Then unfortunately her Great Grandfather died and in his will he had left his house to Alice’s Mum. At the time Alice’s parents were renting the house they lived in and decided to move into the house they had inherited. The house in question was in the next town over and Alice didn’t really want to have to move and be far away from where she worked and her friends. We talked about it and told her that as she spent a lot of nights at our house anyway she was more than welcome to move in with us and claim one of the spare rooms as hers. At first she seemed hesitant but we convinced her she wouldn’t be imposing and we would love to have her around all the time. In the end she agreed and that weekend we went and collected all of her things and moved her in. This story takes place a couple of months after the first one.
    After what had happened in the first story she hadn’t said anything else about what she had done and saying she might do it again. I wanted to ask her but I figured it had been a one off and didn’t want to push the subject and make things weird. So I accepted that it would just be a happy memory and left it at that. However I would find that not to be true soon enough. Matty’s cousin and his gf were getting married and as family we were invited to the ceremony and the reception. The ceremony was being held at a church across town and the reception was at the function suite in the hotel just down the road from where we live so we decided we would drive over to the ceremony and then afterwards we would bring the car home and drop it off and then walk down to the hotel as it would only take us about 10 minutes and then we could enjoy ourselves and not have to worry about driving. 
    On the morning of the wedding we had some breakfast and then got ready. When Alice came downstairs she looked stunning in a black dress that showed off her sexy figure. Not to mention her beautiful orange hair stood out against the dark colour. I had put on my red dress which was a little more floaty than hers but apart from that they were very similar. We sat in the kitchen doing each other's makeup and finishing our cups of coffee when Matty came downstairs having finished showering and changing and asked if we were ready. I went upstairs to grab the bag that matches my dress and figured whilst I was there I would use the bathroom. I went and peed and then when I got back downstairs I found Alice and Matty were already outside waiting by his car. I put my shoes on, locked the door and went over and got in the car and we set off. It took about 20 minutes to get to the church due to normal Saturday traffic and when we got there we parked up and went to join the other people who were already there. We found Alice’s parents talking to some other people and went over to see them. After greeting them and exchanging pleasantries they held up glasses in their hands and pointed over the crowd and said if we wanted a glass of champagne they were handing them out over there. Matty went over and brought back two glasses for myself and Alice and we stood chatting. About five minutes later Matty’s brother appeared out of nowhere with a cheery greeting and held out two glasses of champagne. We looked at him puzzled and he told us he had accepted them but he didn’t drink and his girlfriend hated champagne so we could have them. We didn’t complain and both Alice and I took a glass off him. 
    We continued talking and going around saying hello to different people that we knew and did so for about 15 minutes whilst other guests arrived and we were then told we could go inside and take our seats. I finished my second glass of champagne and Matty took the empty glasses over to the table where they had originally come from and we ventured inside. We made our way down aisle and decided to sit on the fifth row back. We were the first on the row so Alice was sat on the end with me next to her and Matty on my other side. We sat and looked through the ceremony schedule we had been given whilst the other guests filtered in and found seats. Not long after everyone was inside and seated and then the ceremony started. The bride came in and looked absolutely stunning. She walked down the aisle and took her place at the altar and we sat back to enjoy the wedding. 
    As the ceremony went on I noticed my bladder filling thanks to the cup of coffee and two glasses of champagne. As time passed I gradually got more and more desperate and was soon sat shifting subtly in my seat. I checked the schedule and saw that there wasn’t long left which was good as I really didn’t fancy the idea of being super desperate in the middle of a church full of people. As they got to the exchanging of vows I noticed a brushing on my leg and looked down and found Alice’s leg bobbing up and down gently and I wondered if she too found herself victim to the champagne. For the next few minutes whilst the couple exchanged vows I couldn’t help sneaking glances at her sexy legs gently bouncing and enjoying the knowledge she may need to pee too. After the rings were given and the couple were pronounced man and wife there was a round of applause as they kissed and they set off down the aisle towards the door. 
    We watched as they went past and then people started leaving their seats and heading out of the church. I sat back down and commented on what a lovely ceremony it had been and Alice agreed. Then in a whisper said “I’m glad it's over though….I’m busting for a wee”. I laughed and told her I was getting pretty desperate too. She asked if the church had a bathroom and I said it did and that it was downstairs. I told her I was going to wait until we got home but she said “I think I had better go before we leave, I kept thinking if the ceremony went on much longer I would have to get up and leave I was getting that desperate. We waited for the mass of the crowd to leave and then left our row. I told Matty that I was showing Alice where the bathroom was and he said he would be outside and left with his brother. Alice and I walked over to the door in the corner of the church that I knew from past experience as a girl scout at church parade led down to the basement and the rooms that creeped me out when I was younger. We went down the stairs and upon reaching the bottom and turning the corner we found a few people stood outside what was the bathroom door. It seemed a few people had fallen victim to the effects of the champagne and had come to use the bathroom. Alice looked at the queue of people and said “I can’t be bothered waiting, I will wait till we get home. I asked if she was sure and she nodded and said “I can’t just stand here waiting, It will take as long to wait here as it would to get home”. I nodded in agreement and we went back upstairs. 
    When we left the church and walked over to the car we found Matty stood at the car with his cousin and told us we were giving him a lift. He and Matty got in the front and Alice and I got in the back and we set off. As we drove along I couldn’t help watching Alice fidget and squirm and after ten minutes we came into the town centre and hit the traffic lights. As we moved along through the traffic Alice got more and more squirmy and I asked if she was okay. She looked at Matty and his cousin in the front and leaned over and whispered “I’m bursting, I’m gonna wet the seat if we don’t hurry up”. I felt myself get aroused at her words and I whispered back “don’t worry babe, I’m in the same boat”. Which was true, it seemed like the delay of getting caught in traffic had made my desperation shoot up and I too was feeling like I was close to leaking in my knickers. We finally got through the traffic and headed out towards the hotel. We pulled up at the end of the driveway of the hotel and Matty’s cousin jumped out and we continued up the hill to our village. 
    It seemed like now it was just the three of us Alice was no longer embarrassed and told Matty to hurry up as she was dying for a wee and about to soak the back seat. Matty laughed and said “i know the feeling”. I then noticed he was squirming as he drove and my arousal grew at knowing Matty was desperate too. A few minutes later we pulled into our driveway and parked up. We jumped out of the car and headed over to the front door. We all stood squirming and dancing as I fished my keys out of my bag and unlocked the door. We went inside and Matty kicked his shoes off and dashed upstairs. We did the same and followed him up and as we got to the top of the stairs we saw him disappear into the bathroom. Alice and I went into my bedroom and stood waiting desperately for Matty to finish. When he did Alice asked if I wanted to go first and despite it being obvious she was more frantic than I was I accepted and went over to the bathroom. As I went in she followed me and watched as I pulled my knickers down and sat down on the toilet. I sighed happily as I released the pressure growing on my bladder and let a loud stream splash into the toilet. Immediately Alice stuck her hand up her dress and held her pussy and moaned. She started pee dancing like crazy and told me that watching me pee was torture. By the time I finished peeing she had started leaking and had pulled her dress out of the way and I could clearly see the wet patch growing on her blue knickers. 
    I took my time finishing and when I stood up and pulled my knickers back into place she quickly dashed over, yanked her knickers down and let out a huge sigh as she relaxed and emptied her bladder. I just stood listening to her strong stream and sighs of relief and found myself getting very turned on. I stood at the sink washing my hands and when she finished she came over and washed her hands. I was about to walk out of the bathroom when she grabbed my arm and said “i bet you enjoyed watching me like that didn’t you”. I looked at her sheepishly and she moved closer to me and said “don’t be sheepish, I am glad you enjoyed it, I wanted you to enjoy it”. I smiled at her and she leaned in and whispered “why do you think I didn’t pee before we left earlier….why do you think I said we wouldn’t wait in line at the church….why do you think I let you go first”. My mind raced as these thoughts processed. She pulled back and looked at me with a cheeky smile and said “its because I know you like seeing me in that state, and I like that you enjoy it, did you enjoy it??”. I nodded and said I enjoyed it very much. She smiled and asked “can I see how much you enjoyed it?”. Before I could say anything her hand ran up my skirt and made contact with my knickers. She pushed her finger against my pussy and felt the wetness there caused by her sexy desperation. She smirked when she felt it and whispered “my you really did it enjoy it”. She pulled her hand from under my skirt and kissed me on the cheek before leaving the bathroom and leaving me standing there unable to comprehend what had just happened. 
     
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    Trickling Down reacted to WilllB in Live TV chat show desperation   
    She is my favourite of these game show hosts. She is awesome (this is my personal opinion). I love her sense of humour and her attitude.  There are also other similar but shorter videos on YouTube where she needs to pee badly and she is not shy to tell about it.     (English is not my native language so sorry if there are some weird things. I wanted to translate her phrases word by word as accurate as I can, but some of her phrases are little difficult to translate that way) .   Some background first: This certain game show video is (was) live, and broadcasted at night time, about 1.00 AM - 4.20 AM. There is an envelope on the board. Inside of the envelope is paper where is some first name. People can call the studio and try to guess that name. If their guess is right they will win a money.      The most basic information about what's happening in that video is:   She tells that she had drank 3 energy drinks, one cup of coffee and took 1 caffeine pill before the show to stay awake at night time She also says that now she have too much energy and she just shaking all around the studio. The video is about 3 hours and 20 minutes long.  After the first 32 minutes, she mentions first time that she already need to get to the toilet. 25 minutes later she says that she has to get to the toilet badly, but she also says that she will not go to the toilet until somebody guesses the right answer. She also says a couple of times during the video that the game director (the person behind the camera - her boss), is a nice person and she is allowed to use the toilet but this is her own choice to wait until somebody guesses the right answer.  50 minutes after that (about 1 hour 45 minutes from the beginning of the video) she says that soon she can't wait anymore and she has to go to the toilet even if nobody knows the right answer. And still, she continues holding 1 hour and 35 minutes more, until the end of the video. Many times she also says that she hopes that viewers could take her behaviour with humour and she says that she is sorry if all the (crazy) things she does and say is too much for some viewers.  If you wonder that she drinks on the video: Few times she says that it's a paradox, she is very thirsty but at the same she has terrible need to pee, and she needs to drink a little bit because her mouth is dry. Finally, her shift ends and the next host arrives in the studio.   -------------------------------------------------------------   She talks and describes A LOT about how badly she need to pee, almost every minute, but there are some highlights of the video, I use time format HH:MM:SS - hours, minutes, seconds:   00:02:30 - "Seriously, did I drank 3 energy drinks only because of all that silence?"                      (She is "complaining" because of nobody call to the studio)     00:32:04 - "This can't be real. I got a need for the toilet already at this point"     00:56:05 - "Huh, I have way too much energy. I drank too much of energy drinks and took even one caffeine pill before the show."                      "I'm just whisking (if this is the right word...?) here, I could whisk a cream with my hands" 00:56:18 - "Oh no, I have also terrible need to get to the toilet" 00:56:28 - "I will get to the toilet when somebody guesses the right answer"     00:59:42 - "If somebody there is wondering what's wrong with me - I have a terrible need to get to the toilet. But I will not go to anywhere until I'll get the right answer."     01:02:34 - "No worry, the game director (the person behind the camera) surely would let me go to the toilet, but this is my own challenge to myself : "                      "Can I bear it until the right answer will come?"     01:05:55 - "I don't have ever wished to get the right answer as much as now, because I have set a challenge to myself : "                      "I will not go to the toilet until the right answer comes, I will not leave until the right answer comes" 01:06:05 - "My bladder is THIS full" (show with hands)                      "Why I tell all of this for you? Because, let's make this broadcast somehow more interesting : "                       "Which one will become first, the right answer or... umm... water damage, or urine damage to this studio?"       01:39:22 - ("Aah... how bad urgency... Ah!")  01:39:25 - "I'm not going to anywhere until the right answer will come!"                     "This is my own challenge I have set to myself,  and damn it, I'll stay here until I will explode, which is THIS close" (shows with fingers)     01:44:09 - "I really can't bear it anymore soon, I must go to the toilet soon even if the right answer wouldn't come. But not yet."     01:59:07 - "...when you will tell the right answer I will open the envelope"                      "I'm not even taking a toilet break because I trust you (viewers) so much, I know that the right answer will come soon."                      "So, I will hold until the right answer comes"     02:03:37 - "fffh... wait for a second ... now it's bad... Ah!..."     02:13:38 - "...if your answer is correct you will win 3000 euros and I will go to the toilet"                      "But until that, I'm not going to anywhere, really, I'd rather wet my pants than... - No, I'm not going to wet my pants (it's not gonna happen) , but when the right answer comes I will open the envelope..." etc.     02:15:00 - "I want to make this clear for everyone that I'm kind of making a joke about that I have this urgency"                     "If somebody there is thinking ' - oh no, she is not allowed to go toilet - '... I've been offered a break already but I'm not going because I have challenged myself,  this is my challenge to myself that I will hold until you will tell me the right answer... Aah...shh... and here I'm holding, damn it.     02:20:32 - (Keeping hands on the bladder)
                        "Stay, wait there, wait."                     "It's like I'm talking to a baby. But I'm not pregnant. Probably. I hope."     02:59:44 - (Imitating one 90's Finnish game show):                     "Grab your phone now. Grab your bladder now. Grab your 3000 eur now" (lift one leg up quickly incautiously) 02:59:50 - "Aah, I almost really peed my pants accidentally. For sure already leaked a spoonful, huh.      03:11:10  - "I'll explain this for one last time, if somebody has just come to that channel and wonder that I'm just crazy, - well, I'm that too, but..."                        "I had the deal with you. I have had a need for the toilet for quite a long time. But I said here that I won't go to anywhere until I get that right answer."                       "I have kept my promise, I don't have gave up. For real, I can say that leaking has been close for a few times."     03:12:58 - "No, this is not any tribal dance, this is my holding dance when I try to be here legs crossed... aah... Please tell me that right answer." etc.     03:15:18 - "As soon as you (the viewer) are ready (to guess the answer), it's time to come tell that answer... Aah... that answer to me" 03:15:24 - "Are you Terhi (the next host) there (already)?... Uh, now it's bad...oh..."     03:16:38 - (Singing a Christmas song:)                     "Five days until Christmas eve..."                       "It's not five days until Christmas, it's 5 minutes until get to the toilet"                      "Well, not 5 minutes but 1, Terhi should be here in one minute, but I'm sure she is not here in one minute," 03:16:50 - "I will wait here until Terhi will... Come now Terhi, come, damn it Terhi, run! Wherever you are Terhi, run, or I will come and get you personally here"   03:19:51 - (Talking to herself:)                      "Ah... oh well, now hold a little longer, Terhi will come to rescue me soon, and then... ahh.. to the toilet...ahh... please come"
      -----------------------------------   There is also some certain phrases she repeats many times during the video.   Almost every time when somebody says a wrong answer she says something like: "I'm sorry this wasn't the right answer... which means that the jackpot stays still here in the studio and so stay my bladder too."   She also says many times: "Which one will explode first, the jackpot or my bladder?"   And also: "There are two things on the jackpot: 3000 euros and my bladder" (If this sentence makes any sense in the English language, I don't know)  
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    Trickling Down reacted to Despguy123 in Desperate shop assistant/checkout worker/cashier sightings   
    Years ago, I worked in a large garden centre as a general sales assistant and cashier, and was lucky enough to see some of my colleagues desperate to pee. I've posted some of these sightings before in various threads, but have copied them all here for convenience. There are also some further cashier sightings that I saved from some other forums years ago. 
    During one shift, around midday, I noticed that another cashier who was also my supervisor, Emma (early 20s, cute, blonde and curvy, wearing our work uniform of polo shirt and tight black trousers) was dancing from foot to foot with her arms folded, and she seemed quite tense and flustered when normally she was very relaxed and easy going. She had not had a break since the store opened about 3 hours before, and clearly was wanting to go to the loo badly but we had been quite busy, and she had not found any time to go. During a brief quiet moment, she leaned over my till and said to me quietly 'Just going to the loo, back in a sec'. She only took a couple of steps before a customer stopped her and began to ask her questions about a purchase they had made. It turned out that the customer wanted a refund, so Emma had to delay her much needed pee break while she processed the refund, which took a good few minutes. By the time she had finished that, the tills were now busy again and her chance to nip to loo had passed. I saw her stood behind her till, serving customers with her usual polite smile but she was blushing and was fidgeting around, crossing her legs and sometimes bobbing or bending forwards slightly as she served her customers. After she'd finished serving one customer, she glanced at me and bit her lip, giving me a pained looking smile and bouncing on the spot before greeting her next customer.
    After another few minutes, the tills were fairly quiet again. Emma walked towards my till and resumed her pee dancing, biting her lip as she checked her watch. 'I really need the loo, but the guy from the garden centre will be here in a second so I'll just have to wait' she said, dancing from foot to foot. Part of her job as a supervisor was to cash the mornings takings from our gardening store next door, which took a good 15 minutes. Right on cue, he came in with the takings and Emma had to lock herself in the office with him. I could only imagine her shifting around in her seat, trying to hang on and not let on she was bursting for a wee while trying to count the takings and make sure their till would have enough change for the afternoon. By the time they had finished, the store was busy again. Emma came out of the office and walked over to the tills, looking worriedly at the queue of customers waiting. By now she must have been really desperate, but was trying hard to be polite and professional when talking to customers. She looked really flustered, rosy cheeked and could hardly stand still, dying to run off for a pee but there was no time to go while it was so busy.
    After around 10 minutes, the store began to quieten down again. Emma was standing at the end of my till, dancing from foot to foot and looking absolutely frantic. As I finished serving the last customer in my queue, she gave the customer a cute smile. 'Thanks, have a good day!' she said brightly, before leaning forwards to speak to me quietly, crossing her legs. 'Oh thank god, I can go for a wee now! Back in a minute' she said breathlessly, grinning and hurried off to the loo. She came back looking much more relieved.
    One of the shop managers was an attractive, curvy bubbly blonde in her late 20s called Carla who seemed to put off going to the loo for ages, usually because she was too busy to find time to go.
    I remember once she was pee dancing while waiting to take one of the tills off to be cashed up at the end of the day. She was bouncing up and down while pushing one thigh across the other, swapping between legs every few seconds, pacing around and looking like she was about to burst. She certainly wasn't shy about needing to go so badly and made no effort to hide her pee dancing. She was getting impatient as another staff member was making a purchase at that till, and kept changing his mind about a certain item. In the end, he decided he wanted something else, so he walked off to get the other product off the shelf. She called after him 'Ooh hurry up, I need a wee!'. She laughed and bent forwards, turning to the girl on the till. 'Wish he'd hurry up, I'm bursting. I haven't had chance to go all day'. She danced around for another minute or so, during which time another manager asked her why she couldn't stand still. 'Because I'm desperate for a wee!' she replied with a cheeky grin and danced some more. before he came back with the item. 'Oh please hurry up!' she said laughing as he walked back to the till deliberately slowly to tease her. The cashier quickly finished the sale off and Carla hurriedly took the till away to the office, handing it to the supervisors before rushing off to the loo.
    There was also another time when it was very cold outside, and was pretty chilly inside the shop as well. Carla came walking past the tills during the late afternoon and stopped to chat to us, as the shop was fairly quiet. I noticed her dancing from foot to foot, and I wasn't sure if it was because she was just cold or because she needed to pee, until she said 'I need the loo but the breakroom is freezing and I don't want to pull my trousers down!'. She laughed and bent forwards with her hands on her thighs, before straightening up and bouncing slightly. Someone suggested that she'd have to wait until she got home, and she replied 'I've been waiting for ages, I'm not sure I can last that long!'. I did see her about an hour later looking more relaxed, so she must have bitten the bullet and used the loo at some point despite the cold!
    I also remember one evening where we had an event on, and Carla was out at the front of the car park, directing the cars. She had been drinking a large mug of coffee before she went out. After about two hours, I was sitting in the breakroom with a couple of my co-workers when Carla came rushing in, looking red faced and flustered. She smiled and stopped for a chat, and at the same time started doing a very obvious pee dance - shifting from foot to foot and pushing her thighs together, not making any effort to disguise it. After a couple of minutes she bent forwards and said 'Ooh I need to go for a wee, I've been dying for the past hour!' and rushed out of the room towards the staff toilets.
    One day I had a new starter working on the tills/registers with me. She was a few years older than me, about 25, very cute and was really friendly, short and curvy with dark brown hair. She spent the first couple of hours being shown around the place and taught how to use the till system, then started helping me on my till, packing customer's bags and chatting to them. She was very bubbly and popular with the customers, chatting with them about their day and helping them with their items. After another hour or so I noticed that she was getting very fidgety, jiggling up and down a bit on the spot and dancing from foot to foot while talking to customers. I don't think she had been for her break yet and I wondered if she was starting to get desperate for a wee. However, the lunchtime rush had just started and there wasn't a good opportunity for her to go for another 30 minutes or so. 
    Finally, the store started to quieten down a bit, and by this point it was obvious that she was bursting for a wee. She was rosy cheeked and flustered, and despite staying friendly and professional she could hardly stand still, shifting from foot to foot and hopping up and down while serving the customers. After I finished serving the last customer in the queue, she crossed her legs and leaned over the till to talk to me quietly. 'Are we allowed to go to the toilet, or do we have to get permission?' she asked shyly. Despite her smile, she looked tense and as she finished speaking she bobbed on the spot, recrossing her legs again. I said that as long as there was someone to cover the till and that it wasn't too busy, nipping off for a quick loo break was usually OK. She nodded and started to dance from foot to foot, saying 'I best go now then while it's quiet, I've needed a wee for ages!'. I laughed and said sure, pointing her in the direction of the toilets, and she thanked me before speed walking to the loo. She came back a couple of minutes later looking very relieved.

    One afternoon, we were really busy and short-staffed, so all the tills had massive queues, so one of the girls from the camping department came to help us out. I'll call her Kristina, a curvy and confident blonde girl from Essex who was about 18, and she smiled at me and said hi as she sat down on the till next to me. I knew her quite well as we would often chat to each other and flirt a bit while on our lunch break, and I fancied her a lot especially as she would always wear very tight black work trousers which made her nice round bum look amazing. She had with her a big 2 litre bottle of water which she took regular sips from in between customers. After about an hour I noticed that she was starting to fidget a bit in her chair, jiggling her legs, and as the minutes ticked by she became more and more restless.
    After another hour or so stuck on the till, her water bottle was almost empty and by now she looked absolutely bursting for a wee. She was pink-cheeked and flustered, now constantly squirming around in her chair, jiggling her legs and sometimes leaning forwards in her seat while pressing her thighs together, running her hands over them, or sometimes crossing her legs tightly with a hand wedged between her thighs. She kept leaning forwards and standing up slightly to see how long the queue was at her till, sighing to herself as she saw how many people there were still waiting to be served, and every time she thought she might get chance to run off for a quick loo break, more customers would inevitably turn up. 
    By the time the store had become quiet enough for her to be able to close her till and finally take a break, she was so desperate that she was now standing up, bending forwards over her till and jiggling up and down on the spot with her thighs pressed together, doing her best to stand still and hide her desperation from customers. After serving the final customer in her queue, she quickly logged out of her till (while now jiggling frantically) and turned to me, running a hand gently over her bladder which was now noticeably full and swollen beneath her tight black trousers. Her polo shirt lifted up slightly and I noticed that she'd unzipped her trousers slightly to give her poor bladder more room, and I even caught a quick glimpse of the top of her knickers. 'I am seriously fucking dying for a wee' she muttered, trying to squeeze past my chair to leave the till. I stood up to move my chair out the way and as she squeezed past me, so close that she was pressing her bum right up against my rapidly-stiffening cock, I couldn't help but give her sides a quick tickle. 'Don't you dare, I'm gonna wee myself' she said quite loudly, squirming away (thankfully there were no customers around at that point!). She flashed me a cheeky smile, jiggled again then hurried off to the staff toilets for relief.

    One of the cashiers was a very attractive 19 year old blonde named Helen who would never use the toilets in the garden centre, she even hated using the staff toilets in the break room, so she would usually try to last her whole shift without peeing. She was studying dance at college and was very slim and petite, and she would always drink so much water during her shift that after 5 or 6 hours she would be absolutely bursting to go, visibly flustered and fidgeting with her legs crossed while sitting behind the till or pacing around while stood up serving customers. By the end of her shift she would often be really desperate to pee and her bladder would be so full that it would be noticeably bulging and she would have to undo the top button on her tight black work trousers, hidden underneath her uniform polo shirt. Even in that desperate state she would rather wait until she got home to the comfort of her own toilet, and she would sometimes say things like 'Oooh I can't wait to get home and go for a wee'. I can remember that near the end of her very first shift she told me that she was 'bursting for a wee but would rather wet herself than use the toilets here'. She jiggled a bit and said 'or I suppose I could go outside and wee on the plants', though of course she never did. 
    We also had a Santa's grotto over the Christmas period where kids could come and meet a guy dressed as Santa, and Helen would often volunteer to be one of 'Santa's elves' which involved her dressing up in a cute tunic, stripy tights and boots. The tunic was quite short on her and barely covered her bum, so she was certainly very popular with some of the dads who were taking their children to see Santa! At the end of her shift she would often be absolutely bursting and struggling to stand still and keep her composure while giving the children their present, hopping from foot to foot, bouncing and and crossing her legs while pretending to be dancing to the Christmas music that was always playing. Afterwards she would rush back to the tills and go into the office to change out of her costume before she could finally get home and relieve herself.     

    Here are some more stories I found on a couple of different forums, unfortunately I don't remember the exact sources as I saved these to an old hard drive years ago:

    I was in a supermarket on a Saturday afternoon, I saw and overheard the girl on the next till to the one I was queueing at, turn around to the supervisor (who was on the phone at the little kiosk/desk this place has behind the tills) and say loudly “Is anyone coming down so I can go? Well the supervisor was pre-occupied with what she was doing and didn’t answer-the girl of course could just have been at the end of her shift - but, she was serving an off duty staff member - a young male trainee manager - who said to her “Blimey haven’t you been yet?”- to which the girl replied, “No she still hasn’t sent anyone down!” The young man then went over to the supervisor - I couldn’t hear the conversation but the supervisor sort of shrugged and shook her head. The girl who had been watching the conversation gathered the response was negative and said again quite loudly to the young man as he returned “Suppose I’ll just have to wet my knickers then! She wasn’t showing any obvious signs of being desperate. but from her reference to wetting herself, I assumed she was. How long she’d been waiting I don’t know, and once again due to circumstances I couldn’t hang about to find the outcome.
    A few years ago I had an 18yr old student work with me as part of her training. As with most students she had a part-time job - in her case she worked in a very large co-op superstore on the tills. She was telling me how boring and bad it was and if the shop was very busy, as it was on Saturdays and late-nights when she worked, their break times were often delayed by as much as 1.1/2 hrs which was all very well she said - “Except that they were only allowed to go to the loo at break times unless they were really really desperate, and only then at the supervisors discretion if the shop wasn’t too busy!” She told me that on one occasion she had been dying for a wee but the supervisor didn’t let her go for nearly an hour - she had been on the till for nearly 3.1/2 hrs by then!

    We have a greengrocers in the village, a woman in her thirties, who I know, works in there. I was in there about 11.30 in the morning on this particular day when another woman who works part-time in there came in. I hadn’t really noticed before but the one I know was on her own. She said to her colleague, “Oooo I’m glad you’ve come in, can you just take over a minute while I nip to the loo - I’m absolutely bursting - John’s gone to the wholesalers and I’ve not been all morning!
    (Johns the owner). She returned a few minutes later and said to her friend “Sorry I was so long, God I was bursting - I couldn’t stop weeing - that’ll teach me to drink so much tea when I’m on my own!

    This one took place in my village mini-market, the girl who worked in there was about 18/19yrs old and a very pretty brunette. On this particular occasion she was minding the shop on her own.
    The shop was as always quite busy with a steady stream of people coming and going and when I joined the queue at the till there were 2 or 3 waiting to be served and a few more in the shop, in front of me was a middle aged lady. The girl looked flustered and rushed off her feet, also I couldn’t help but notice that she was displaying tell-tale signs of needing a pee fairly badly. She kept doing the little jiggling dance and a couple of times bobbed up and down and crossed her legs (she was standing, by the way, and wearing a short skirt beneath her open smock overall which all helped to make the scene more enjoyable). When the lady in front of me got to the till, she asked the girl if she was alright as she seemed to be very flustered (she obviously knew the girl).
    “Not really, the girl replied, the boss has gone out delivering and left me on my own, it’s been really busy and I’M DYING TO GO TO THE TOILET!”

    She jiggled about and bobbed up and down again. At that point the phone rang and she had to excuse herself from serving the lady, leave the till and walk around the counter to answer it. I could see she was obviously having difficulty standing still for the minute or so she was on the phone. Returning to the till, she stopped to cross her legs and gave a little shudder, folding her arms across her stomach. “Oooo I’M DYING TO GO! she gasped.
    “Why ever don’t you go then?” the lady asked her.
    “I can’t leave the shop unattended” the girl replied.
    “Don’t be silly, said the lady, You must, I’ll watch the shop for you.”
    Sounding reluctant, the girl said “No I can’t, I’m not supposed to, I’d get into trouble if the boss came back!
    “What will you do?” the lady asked
    “Oh I’ll just have to wait till he gets back!” was the reply
    The lady then left and the girl served me, I didn’t like to mention her problem in case I seemed to inquisitive, nor could I stay to watch although I really wanted to as you can imagine.

    This one took place just before Christmas in a department store. The place was packed, and all the paypoints had several staff serving and unbelievable queues. I was standing near to one of these paypoints when one of the cashiers, a very attractive woman possibly in her early thirties, rang the bell to summon a supervisor. The supervisor came over and the cashier had some sort of query with an item but she also reminded her that she was long overdue for her break. The supervisor promised to send a replacement.
    The woman cashier turned to her female customer and said “Thank God, coz I’ll explode if I don’t go the loo soon!”
    The customer must have asked her when she should have had her break (it was too noisy to hear every word) and the woman cashier replied “3.15.” It was now almost 4.00pm
    She jiggled around a bit and said something I didn’t catch.
    I managed to stay nearby for this one and after about 10 minutes another girl duly came.
    The woman cashier hurried off very quickly!

    Another grocery shop in our village. This happened in the Sept 2000 U.K. petrol blockade, which caused a food shortage scare and consequently some very busy shops. It was about 12.30pm when I was in there, the girl on the till called over the young man who works in the shop and said You’ll have to take over for a bit I’ve simply got to go, I can’t hold it any longer!
    As she was hurrying away towards the back of the shop she said as she passed one of the customers I assumed she knew, “Can’t stop - I’M BUSTIN’, I haven’t been all morning, it’s been too busy! Then she disappeared through a side door, you could hear her footsteps running up the stairs!
    Just to round off - a couple of very, very minor sightings I had this year - both in a very busy £1 shop in the city on separate occasions. Waiting to pay at the till (2 young female cashiers) Girl #1 locks her till starts moving away saying to her colleague “I’ve got to go now” Girl #2 replies “What - don’t leave me on my own now - look at the queue!” (About 20 people lining up) Girl #1 answered. “Do you want me to stay here and wet myself then?” To which Girl #2 replied something like “ Well go if you must, but be quick!” Girl #1 hurried off.

    The second incident was when I overheard the very cute young cashier who had just finished serving me, turn to the manageress who was coming round collecting the cash and ask “Is it O.K. if I go to the toilet now, I still haven’t managed to get a chance to go yet and I’m getting desperate!” She was obviously referring to an earlier request.
    Unfortunately for me she got the go ahead and hurried off.

    I'm reminded of an experience at an up-market bed shop in a North Yorkshire spa town. I'd gone in to buy a new bed and the lone female assistant was busy with a demanding couple who had their Mercedes parked outside. I waited a good 20 minutes whilst browsing before the other couple left. The assistant was a brunette, petite and around 24 years old. As we were discussing bed requirements I did note she seemed somewhat distracted, and was having trouble standing still for more than a few seconds at a time. Of course, I wondered if being on her own in the shop had meant being unable to take a much needed break to spend a penny. Any excuse to walk around the shop she took, seemingly unable to stand still in one spot, torn between not wanting to leave me and lose a sale, but anxious to dash off to the loo before she ... well I'm sure you can guess.

    I did need to buy a bed, had seen the one I wanted, so agreed to buy it. The assistant took my order and deposit payment, and hurriedly explained about the various options and delivery details. As an expert in reading the signs it was obvious to me by her body language, hurried speech and anxious expression that she was absolutely gasping for a wee. I didn't prolong her agony, and let her move things to a swift close. I was happy with my purchase, and wished her a good day. As I left the shop I saw the young lady hurrying over to the door marked "Staff Only", one hand pressed firmly between her legs. I can only speculate as to whether she made it or not, and the scene that unfolded in the toilet as she frantically scrambled to undress in time, but it was a lovely desperation sighting. And the bed was perfect too when it arrived. I suppose you could say I was a happy and satisfied customer.

    I was with my wife doing our weekly shop at the supermarket one evening about 7pm. The place was very busy and there were queues of people 4 or 5 deep at every checkout, there were about 25 checkouts open. We joined one of the queues, gradually working our way to the front.. As we got to be the next in line I noticed that the checkout girl, who was about 19 or 20 was very agitated and kept looking around, she also kept leaning over to talk to a colleague on the next checkout. The light above her till was continually flashing so I just assumed that she had some kind of query and needed the supervisors attention. However the supervisor didn't come and was nowhere to be seen. The girl finished serving the customer in front then as we moved up to load on our shopping I realised what the girls problem was. I overheard her talking to her friend on the next checkout . 'Where has she got to?' the girl said, presumably referring to the absent supervisor, 'I can't hold on much longer, I'm dying to go to the loo!'. Well I'd discovered what the problem was, much to my excitement.

    The girl turned to serve us, squirming and fidgeting around on her chair as she did so. I noticed that she had her legs crossed, which was difficult in the confined space and caused her to sit slightly sideways at the till, she also had a hand pressed down hard into her lap. She greeted us with, 'Oooh, sorry, you'll have to excuse me - but I'm absolutely dying to go to the loo!'.
    'Oh dear', my wife replied, sympathetically, 'So why don't you go?'
    'Oh we're not allowed to leave the tills without permission', the girl answered, 'Not even to go to the toilet!'
    'That must be really awful for you', my wife said, 'Can't you ask to go?'
    'I have', the girl exclaimed, 'Twice in the last hour! I'm still waiting! She (the supervisor) said she'd get someone else to take over, but she hasn't. I'm trying to find her to remind her - Ooooh God, I'm absolutely BURSTING to WEE!!'
    The girl started to pass our shopping through, bouncing and wriggling about on her chair and frequently pressing a hand to her lap.

    My wife asked if she was due for a break soon. 'No, I don't get off until 9pm', the girl replied, 'I can't possibly wait that long! I'M DESPERATE TO GO NOW! It's always the same when it's busy, there aren't enough staff and they just won't let you off. Oh God, I'm dying to go for a wee!' She exclaimed again, breaking off completely to lean backwards and look for the missing supervisor. Still no sign of her. The girl resumed work, making a 'ssssss' sound through clenched teeth.
    'I don't know where she's got to!' The girl complained, breaking off yet again to sit bolt upright and press both hands hard down. She gave a little shudder and I could see her tightly crossed thighs were straining beneath her skirt. 'Ooooh God, I'M DYING TO WEE!' she repeated.

    My wife offered to go and see if she could find the supervisor as she was concerned about the girls plight, but the girl declined seeming not to want to cause a problem or maybe get in trouble for sending a customer.
    'Oh it's alright'. She said, although clearly she wasn't.
    'It must be awful for you', my wife said to her, 'It looks like you're in agony'.
    'You're not kidding' the girl exclaimed, 'I need to go so bad, holding it is giving me stomach ache - Oh God - I'm absolutely BURSTING!!'
    She broke off to look down the aisle behind once more - 'Oh God I don't know where she is - I'll just have to WET MYSELF! - It won't be my fault if I do it on the chair!'
    By now the girl had almost finished our shopping and as we paid she stood up to complete the receipts and check the card details etc.. She was standing crossed legged one foot off the ground jiggling and dancing around - she just couldn't stay still.
    'I hope you'll be able to get off soon'. My wife said to her.
    The girl replied, 'Well if I don't there's going to be a very big puddle down here any minute!'

    At this point we had to leave although I delayed as long as I could packing the groceries - My wife knows of my interests in female desperation by the way, but didn't want me to hang around watching someone else either!
    As we left I noticed that there was a queue of 4 or 5 customers and still no sign of anyone coming to the girls aid! About 5 minutes later I returned the trolley from the car park - I looked through the window - She was still there bouncing up and down!
    I'd love to know what the outcome was - but I guess I never will.

    A time a few years ago in McDonalds springs to mind. This young, pretty, fresh-faced blonde with a rear to die for was clearly in some trouble; dancing around on the spot, biting her lip and looking deadly serious, all the while still serving customers. I got in her queue and I saw her bouncing up and down while asking the guy who looked like the manager something about being excused for a moment. I guess they were busy as I heard him say her break was in a few minutes, or maybe he was enjoying it and using that as an excuse...

    When I ordered from her I got the McFlurry ice cream with my meal since I knew it would take longer to prepare, so i could enjoy her clear desperation and see her bouncing up and down while she waited for it to finish, I actually heard her squeeking slightly when she was taking my money, she was on the edge of losing control of her overflowing bladder. I think I saw her rusing off as we were sat down eating, never did see her again but I will never forget the best trip to the otherwise diabolical McDonalds.

    I was in a large supermarket the other day with my wife and daughter and as we were putting our goods on the conveyor belt a lady came and put a sign up saying "This checkout is closing". It was obviously time for the cashiers break or end of shift. As she was scanning our items (we had quite a lot of stuff), I noticed that she was bobbing from one foot to the other and bouncing a little. I kept my eye on her and enjoyed the show whilst we continued to have the shopping scanned and we packed our bags. I took a while to find my credit card and make the payment. Then my wife and daughter went to the toilets, which were behind the checkouts. I stood with the trolley and waited for them to come out. I watched as the girl on the checkout tried to cash up - she was fumbling getting money in the bags whilst still bouncing. As soon as she finished cashing up, she bolted for the toilets. I wish I could have heard her as I bet she blasted her pee into the porcelain the second she got her knickers down!
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    Trickling Down reacted to PrincessPeeach in Trying to hold it in with my hands   
    So this morning I was pretty desperate while doing laundry and decided to try holding it with just my hand. I pressed super hard against my panties and tried to put one finger tightly against where I thought the pee would come out. I guess I was a little off target, because when I relaxed my holding muscles, pee leaked out, I had to grab some laundry and press it against my myself quickly, to prevent a flood. 
    So I wanted to try again, when I wasn’t quite so desperate, and test if I really could hold back my pee with my bare hand(s). I got some privacy this afternoon, and decided to try while sitting at the kitchen table. 
    I relaxed just enough to try to get a better sense of exactly where the pee would come out. I feel like it’s fairly hard to pinpoint exactly, people with a penis have it easier! Regardless, I pressed harder than earlier, and where I hoped was more accurate. I relaxed, and my hand was filled with pee....oops...I adjusted slightly, pressed slightly harder, and relaxed again, more warm wetness....third time, same result. Huh
    i decided maybe direct pressure would be better. I slid my hand inside my slightly sopping panties, and lined my fingers up again, tightly pressing. I relaxed, and was rewarded with a handful of pee...it actually felt so incredibly naughty and good, I tried again...more leaking. Third time, same result, my pants were definitely feeling very wet, my hand could not hold all the leakage 😆
    soooo, recalling what some women write about I decided to take things one step further. If you don’t like reading about sex related things, or women’s genitals, skip this paragraph. If you’re still with me, I inserted one finger inside my vagina, pressing the rest of my hand very firmly against myself. I rocked back and forth a bit to test things out, then relaxed again. FTR  this does not prevent leaks, but it did distribute the hot wetness just perfectly over all the rest of my most sensitive bits, so much so that I immediately relaxed again. So good. Forgetting my careful testing, I gave a big push and it absolutely gushed out. Some lewd grinding and rocking ensued, and the test was pretty much over as piss streamed down my legs and splattered all over the floor. 
    So, lessons learned:
    1. You can’t stop pee with your bare hands (at least I can’t...)
    2. You can use your bare hands to redistribute the pee to create an unparalleled pee experience.
    I highly recommend giving it a go. 
    For those of you who care about such things, here is a pic of the aftermath. You can see where the pee flowed up where my hand and arm were pressed so tight, and leaked out all around ....
     

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    Trickling Down reacted to Markj9494 in Holders of Iron House   
    Chapter 6: A lapse of concentration.
    “Come on!” Kay pleaded with Allie as they both desperately paced at the work counters in the kitchen.
    “Im not being a model for your photoshoot.”
    “Why not?”
    “I don’t want too and….” Allie trailed off, her legs continuing to wiggle as she leaned against the row of cupboards. The rhythmic shuffling hypnotising to Eloise as she watched the pair of them dance their desperate dance, neither of them wanting to show how bad it had gotten. But it was easy to see, they had been struggling two days ago but now their antics had been dialled up to 11. Allie for her part unable to stand still for even a moment, the constant shuffling must have been burning her muscles but it was in order to save another assuredly tiring one.
    “And what?” Kay asked, showing similar signs of her need as she sat on the couch. Her crossed legs bobbing up and down next to Eloise. The French girl keeping an eye on them too ni the corner of her vision, a sight she had become well versed in over the last few days.
    “I, nothing… I just don’t feel like doing it.” Allie replied, her cheeks burning a little redder than before as she pushed off again and started dancing in front of the fridge, staring in even though Eloise could see she had already taken out the milk she was looking for.
    “I’ll do your washing up for a week” Kay rebutted, trying to bribe their housemate.
    “Really?” Allie asked, surprised by how badly Kay wanted her to be involved. “Why not go with Lucy, im sure she would love it.”
    “That’s why, its more fun to have you.” Kay smiled, getting a glare from Allie. “But yeah I’ll wash and Eloise will dry for the rest of the week.” Kay offered up despite not having talked to her about it. But then again it was for the photography society that had both signed up for, which Eloise had completely forgotten about.
    “Fine…but I’m not doing any stupid poses or anything like that.” Allie relented, breathing out heavily as she noticed the milk she had already gotten out. Her desperate mind failing to keep any coherent thought in for more than 2 minutes it seemed.
    “Nothing like that, don’t worry.” Kay answered her, grunting loudly as she forced herself up from the couch. A hand on her back as she puffed her cheeks out as if she had been doing some heavy lifting.
    “Where is everyone else by the way?” Zara asked, turning over to look at them from the couch where she sat. Her legs seemingly spread as far apart as possible, a triumphant posture for the winner of last night’s contest and the prize of an empty bladder.
    If there had been a loser it had been Summer, walking out of the venue she hadn’t been lucky to escape the attention of others. Her sodden blue socks and hem of her skirt giving her away as many of the students pointed and made comments. Their poor friend staring ashamedly at the floor in silence the entire way home. They had done their best to comfort her but it was clear that she just as Lucy had, was feeling sorry for herself.
    “I think some of them are feeling a little down because of, you know.” Kay said.
    “You telling me, looks like we are about to have two more.” Vanessa announced as she strode in wearing her running gear. But despite the confident outburst it was clear that she too was suffering with her bladder.
    “You’re telling me, but like you can say anything.” Allie shot back, managing a faint smile as a bead of sweat worked its way down from her brow and dripped off her nose.
    “Hey, this bladder is fine. Im not the one using the edge of the counter to hold myself.” She said, a cheeky smile appearing as she indicated to Kay.
    “Gross, that’s where I make my food.” Zara laughed heartily, clearly feigning her annoyance.
    “I tell you what we need.” Vanessa said, gingerly joining Zara on the sofa. Letting out a not so quiet groan even with the slow speed of her movement.
    “What? Zara asked.
    “A night in with lots of alcohol so everyone can forget the last couple of days.” She said, her idea clearly at odds with her bladder unless she was insane, or so Eloise thought.
    “That sounds like a plan.” Zara said excitedly. “Im up for some victory drinks.”
    “Should we ask the others?” Eloise asked, although half the house was now in the room.
    “Guys I…” Allie tried to speak but was interrupted by an excited Kay.
    “No, we should tell the others” Kay said authoritatively, vanessa and Zara pointing at her and agreeing whole heartedly.
    “Ok putting it in the group chat now, no question marks just facts.” Zara said, pulling out her phone and a few moments a series of dings went off in the kitchen.
     
     
    “Where… are… we going Kay?” Allie asked, stopping for a moment to put a hand on her thigh as she all but panted with exertion.
    “I want to go the campus.” Kay replied, her own breathing not too far behind.
    “Are you ok?” Eloise asked, a question she was starting to think was the only thing she could ask given the amount of times she had uttered it lately. But what else was there?
    “Oooh” Allie puffed her cheeks out again. “Man, I’ve never felt like this before. It feels like my insides are vibrating on their own.” Groaning she stood up straight, putting a thumb under the deadly tight jeans she was still forcing herself to wear despite how they all but cut her bladder in too. She had been wearing jogging bottoms for the last couple of days, but given that she was being photographed she had spent more than 10 minutes groaning as she buttoned them up. Eloise spying her lying in the foetal position on her bed through the crack in the door. She was truly suffering, the back of her light green top a shade darker from her burning body.
    10 minutes later they had made it up to the spot where the almost equally bloated Kay was happy. A busy intersection of the university with students milling around them.
    “Really…here?” Allie asked, putting a hand on her chest.
    “Yes here” Kay added, starting to unfold a tripod from her bag while she paced on the spot. Her entire face glistening despite the cool day, her hastily applied makeup already smudging. But she wasn’t the one that was going to be in front of the camera so Eloise doubted she really cared. It was clear something else was on her mind as she moved feverously on the spot, her hands unscrewing the legs.
    “Okay, Okay, Okay” Kay began muttering to herself, now stood behind the camera and visibly shaking. Her eyes glued to the small LCD screen on the back of the camera as she bobed up and down, walking on the spot. Her hand waving around all over the place as she focused down on the task at hand. Each heavy press of the button making the tripod shift slightly.
    “Oh shit” Kay said quietly, her left hand falling between her legs and giving herself a reassuring squeeze for a moment.
    “Ok, im good its set up.” She said, wiping her forehead with the back of her hoodie sleeve.
    “So, you…youi just want me there?” Allie asked, her own legs moving her in small circles, the pair of them attracting a lot of strange glances from the passers by. The two struggling women walking in tiny circles as they battled their enormous bladders demands to finally give them some relief.
    “Yep, just stand there for like two minutes”
    “Two minutes!” Allie said out loud, Eloise unsure if she could manage 2 seconds let alone 120.
    “Yeah”
    “What photo takes two minutes?” Allie said, clearly still upset about this revelation.
    “I want a time lapse; you know you stay still and everyone can move around behind you as a blur.” Kay said hastily as she uneasily waited to click the shutter button.
    “Kay, I don’t know.” Allie said, her eyes pleading with Kay.
    “You can do it, its just two minutes.” Kay smiled at her.
    “I, ok but make it fast.” Allie said.
    “I…ok?” Kay replied, confused by the statement. Two minutes was two minutes, not much she could do about that.
    “Ok, you can do this” Allie said, pumping herself up as she pressed firmly between her clenched thighs.
    “Ready?” Kay asked.
    “As I will ever be” Allie replied, her hands finally leaving her crotch as she took up a somewhat normal pose. Her hands grabbing the student brochure that Kay had hastily given to her as a prop.
    “Ok, now stay as still as possible” Kay said, herself moving non-stop. A loud click indicating that the photo had begun, just 120 seconds.
    “I…..” Allie stuttered almost immediately.
    “You can do it!” Kay shouted in support.
    “I….” Allie stuttered again, her eyes glancing down at her own crotch for a moment.
    “You are doing great, just a little longer.”
    “I…im sorry Kay but I think I’m about to make your photo a little more interesting than you meant it to be.” Allie shuddered, her head turning to look between her legs as the light grey of her jeans suddenly darkened. An explosion of wetness showering out of her clenched thighs, short but fierce bursts of piss showering out of them and darkening patches of her jeans. Strange patterns appearing all over her legs as the spurting continued, a thudding sound could be heard as the rest of her pee poured out behind her legs.
    Groaning she convulsed lightly, new streaks of wetness flowing from her crotch and down the front of her unmoving legs, a shower of wetness that was cascading and running down her legs. The wet patches shining anew as her accident continued to unfold in front of Eloise. The many rivulets spiralling down her legs and leaving trails in Allies clothing. Dripping into the muddy pool that she was making beneath her that was shinning brightly in the mid-day sun as it hung over her, accidently providing the perfect lighting for the ongoing photo of her accident.
    At almost the exact same moment a loud shutter noise signalled the end of the time-lapse, and Allie finished wetting herself. Stood routed to the spot she exhaled deeply “Fuck I needed that.” She laughed, her shoulders sagging forwards. The giant orb that was her bladder completely gone and her drenched jeans now fitting properly.
    “Well I hope you got what you needed because im not giving a repeat performance” She continued looking up at Kay who was now also routed to the spot. Her face bright red and both hands pulling up at her crotch for all she was worth.
    “I…..oooh.” Kay muttered, herself looking only moments from a similar fate as Allie.
    But breathing heavily she managed to pull herself together, “Sorry, I didn’t”…. she trailed off.
    “Yeah don’t worry. I thought I could hold it too.” Allie said clearly disappointed, but taking it far better than Lucy or Summer had.
    “Now can we get out of here, its actually quite cold in these wet jeans now I’m not sweating my balls off in desperation.” She said rather bluntly, the desperate kay just nodding and starting to pack away her things.
    “You better not show that to anyone” Allie said as they made their way down the hill again.
    Eloise had totally forgotten about the photo and now Allie had said that, she couldn’t help but wonder what it looked like. A two-minute time lapse of Allie peeing herself, what would that look like she wondered. Maybe she would have to find a way to get it, or try it herself… what was she thinking. Shaking her head and being repulsed by the weird idea that she would try it at home, what was happening to her thoughts? Where were all these new thoughts coming from, it had to just be because she was surrounded by desperate women that they were coming to her. Hopefully once this was over they would leave her be, although she couldn’t quite shake the feeling that this had always been something she enjoyed. Memories of holding it slightly longer than needed under the guise of studying as her bladder throbbed at the kitchen table. The odd road trip where she would see how long or how far she could go without needing to stop, even asking friends and family members to do the same. Had she always liked this…No it was just this week…it had to be.
     
     
    “Eloise?” Kay said, brining her out of her confused stupor. The pair of them now sat in the kitchen, Kay on the phone with Summer who was at the shop.
    “Yeah sorry?”
    “What drinks do you want?”
    “Oh, do they have any brandy?”
    “Brandy?” Kay lowered an eyebrow at her before nodding and passing on the order. The dark brunette now sitting in the back of the kitchen, her legs tightly crossed and bobbing up and down wildly. She had been there ever since she had barely survived the walk back, the new sitting position clearly helping her maintain her control a little easier.
    “What bout snacks?” Kay asked, her hand over the phone.
    “Don’t mind, crisps, maybe pretzels if they have any?” Eloise replied.
    “Pretzels and Brandy, not quite the night in of drinking I was expecting” Kay joked before a violent shake in her body forced her to frown deeply, a hand steadying herself on her thigh as she leaned forwards a little more. A deep sweat all over her body despite the fact she was barely moving.  Taking a deep breath she put the phone back to her ear and passed on the new order to the group of them at the store.
    “Oh god!” Kay groaned loudly after putting the phone down. Both her hands falling between her clenching and knotted legs, “I don’t know how much longer I can hold this.”
    “What?” Eloise said shocked by her friends openness, her eyes awkwardly meeting hers as she felt her stomach flutter slightly at Kays admission.
    “I don’t know the last time I held this long. Even the end of year test wasn’t this bad.” Kay said looking her in the eyes, causing Eloise to blush and look away.
    “Umm, I mean….you have lasted this long. Its way more than I could manage. Like 10 times as long!” Eloise blurted out, aiming for supportive but ending up a little past that.
    “Yeah, I suppose” Kay said, finally looking down and placing a hand on her heavily distended bladder. The giant protrusion locked tightly shut for over a week now, yet both of them seemed to sense the end was near. But who knew when the classes were to start again, they knew she couldn’t give up. If her or Vanessa did and it turned out the buildings opened the next morning they would be kicking themselves for the rest of the year. They just had to hold out.
     
    A short while later the others arrived noisily through the front door, bottles clinking in the bags they had brought with them. Unpacking them the kitchen counter was covered in all sort of alcohol, bottles and cans of beer covering most it while large vodka bottles towered above the other bottles.
    Admiring their handywork Kay let out a loud sigh, grunting as she reached across for the first bottle. “Its six o’clock somewhere.” She smiled, cracking open the first bottle using the edge of the counter instead of a bottle opener. The others shrugging and joining her with a beer of their own while Eloise checked her watch. It was already 7.15Pm, why did it matter that it was 6pm somewhere else.
    “I will order the Pizza, same as last week?” Zara offered, opening her laptop.
    “Sounds good!” Kay said, raising her bottle. The others joining in a little impromptu toast, taking a sip from their own bottles. Well except Summer who seemed to be in the mood to get things started, downing her entire beer in one go and sighing deeply.
    “Some ones in the mood to party” Lucy joked.
    “Oh, sorry.” Summer said kind of sheepishly, her face blushing as she realised everyone was watching her.
    “No, don’t apologise just let me catch up!” Lucy said enthusiastically as she downed the rest of hers.
    “Well…if everyone else is.” Kay said, lifting her own bottle to her lips and starting to down it. A hand resting on her bladder as she scrunched up her face, forcing the beer down her throat.
    “Come on guys, keep up.” She smiled, her body wobbling slightly as she sat there. Vanessa, Julia and Zara sharing a look before joining in.
    “Well, im on Vodka so I will not be downing that.” Allie joked, unscrewing the top off the first bottle and pouring a little in a cup before downing the shots worth as a show of solidarity.
    “Your turn” Kay said loudly, uncapping the next bottle and pointing at Eloise with it.
    Taking a leaf from Allies book she unscrewed the brandy, pouring a fingers worth into a glass. Taking a deep breath she tipped the glass back feeling the familiar burn but then a weird acidic feeling taking over.
    “Urrgh, what is that?”
    “Its brandy, what you asked for.”
    “That is the worst brandy I have ever had, what is this.” She said inspecting the bottle. “What on earth is a  brandy drink?” she asked out loud, never having seen the words together but sure they were not a sign of quality.
    “Cheap, you’re a student now remember.” Zara joked.
    “True, but I will not be doing any more shots of that.” Eloise said, mixing it with some soda that had been bought as mixer.
    “Ok, lets get this party started!” Zara said enthusiastically, pulling out a box of cards.
    “Not this again, I remember you forcing me to play that like two years ago.” Julia said out loud.
    “Well, it’s a good way of getting to know each other, and then drinking enough to forget it all again.” Zara smiled.
    “Well, sounds fun.” Summer joined in, “what is it though?”
    “Its called first, like spin the bottle. It has a little dial thing you spin like this” she said spinning it, it landing on Vanessa. “Then Vanessa grabs one of the cards which will have a promt on it and you have to answer what your first experience of it was.”
    “Like never have I ever.” Kay said.
    “Never have I ever?” Eloise asked, understanding the game but getting lost with the annology.
    “Its like a game where….” Allie started.
    “Look forget that, lets just play this.” Zara interrupted, before things could get too confusing. “Now grab a drink and Vanessa grab a card.”
    Groaning deeply as she tried to stand to move to the box the others watched her for a moment before she seemingly gave up. “Just slide one over will you?”
    Sliding over a card Vanessa picked it up “It just says broken bone.” She said turning it around.
    “Yeah so you can either take a drink, or tell us what your first broken bone was. Bit of a tame one to start with but they get way more…interesting.”
    “Oh ok, I was Nine and I fell off a Donkey” Vanessa said putting the card down.
    “A donkey, not a horse?” Julia asked, raising an eyebrow.
    “Yeah my neighbour had one and I tried to ride it and well, it didn’t want to be.”
    “Not the only thing you have tried to ride and it not wanting to be.” Lucy chimed in.
    “What does that even mean?” Vanessa said blushing.
    “Oh I don’t know, what about Luke in first year.” Lucy said, her smile only widening as Vanessa clearly understood what she was referring too.
    “You can shut up now!” Vanessa shot back, eyeing her friend.
    “Rejected!” Lucy said loudly.
    “Well that wasn’t even a question but how about you have a go then, lets see what secrets we can unearth on you.” Vanessa countered, pointing to the box of cards.
    “Fine, we don’t need a spinner, lets just go around.” Lucy said, taking out a card before sitting back on her chair. An embarrassed smile coming across her face as she turned around a card that simply read “sex”.
    “Whheeyyy” Vanessa said slightly too enthusiastically as her eyes widened again, her hand flying between her legs. The conversation momentarily distracting her and she had almost paid the price, going off the look of panic creeping across her face.
    “Do try not to wet yourself” Lucy joking shot back but they could all tell she had been moments away from doing just that. Crossing one leg over the other even tighter Vanessa shifted in her seat uncomfortably.
    “Come on then.” Zara said, indicating for Lucy to explain herself.
    “Well, I was 14”
    “14!” Julia and Allie said loudly at the same time.
    “What, loads of people were doing it at that age in my school.” Lucy tried to defend herself.
    “Many of your friends been on that teenage parents tv show?” Zara joked.
    “Well actually…. yes. As in not friends but people from my school.”
    “Oh my god I was joking, but that is amazing.” Zara said. The group laughing and opening the next round of beers.
    Over the next few hours the group went through almost all of the questions and almost all of the beer. It was safe to say that Eloise now knew more about her housemates than she had most other people in her life, and unfortunately they knew far more embarrassing things about her than she had ever told anyone else. She just couldn’t seem to help it, her housemates were just too good at prying things out of her, although she had to admit it felt good to find a group of friends she could trust not to hopefully do anything with the information.
    Although just looking at them, it seemed Zara may have been right about them being too drunk to remember any of it. The girls in particular Summer and Lucy had been pounding back the beers, taking almost an entire crate by themselves at this point.
    Although what had surprised her more was the quantity that Kay and Vanessa were drinking despite their bulging bladders. Kay in particular seemed to be throwing caution to the wind, almost keeping up with Summer and egging people on to drink more and more. Calling out people who didn’t have a drink in their hands from her seat, making Lucy and Zara hand them another.
    “Hey Allie, can you pass me the soda please.” Eloise asked, pouring herself another and unwittingly noticing that almost half the bottle of brandy was gone. At least it wasn’t as strong as what she was use to in France.
    “Sure thing Eloise.” Allie said smiling.
    “Look at you too, thick as thieves over there with your fancy drinks.” An intoxicated Kay said in a mockingly playful way.
    “What we are just being friendly, sheesh.” Allie joked back, handing over the soda.
    “Oooh, Drink friends.” Lucy joked, a chorus of it going around the others leaving Eloise perplexed. A clear look of confusion on her face.
    “Please tell me you have seen inbetweeners?” Zara asked, sitting up in her seat for the first time in a while.
    “Inbetweeners?” Eloise asked.
    “Sorry, im on their side.” Allie said smiling.
    “Quint…quintisssss…..quintessential British comedy show that you have to see.” Summer said, slurring her words slightly.
    “Oooh someone stop her drinks.” Lucy joked.
    “Im fine, just a hard word when you are drunk. Not that I am!” Summer said, pointing an unsteady finger somewhere in the vicinity of Lucy.
    “Looks like that wont be much of an issue anyway.” Julia said, upturning the last crate of beers. “Looks like we are out.”
    “We are out of snacks too” Allie said, her hand grasping a number of empty crisp packets that lay on the kitchen worktop.
    “Well this wont stand!” Summer said, standing quickly and teetering as the blood rushed out of it.
    “That’s not the only thing.” Julia said, standing and helping Summer back into her seat.
    “Ok, booze run, get your orders in now.” Lucy said, downing the rest of her bottle and getting to her feet.
    “Ill come with you, I think I need the air” Allie said.
    “Yeah, im coming too, need more snacks!” Vanessa and Zara joined in.
    Taking their orders the group grabbed some flat shoes and their coats, making a slow amble towards the front door. Clunking behind them it left a slightly awkward silence with just the four of them sitting in the lounge that looked like a bomb had gone off in it.
    Summer broke the silence by starting to giggle to herself for some reason.
    “What’s so funny?” Julia asked
    “I don’t know.” Summer said standing up and tipping remnants of one of her bottles into her waiting mouth.
    “Oh no!” Summer said loudly, wobbling where she stood a hand flying to her stomach.
    “What, are you?” Eloise asked, the blonde going deathly pale in an instant.
    “I…I…Im going to be sick” She said, her eyes wide and the other hand shooting to her mouth. Turning she quickly ran towards the stairs, taking them too at a time and crashing into the shower rooms above them.
    “I better go check on her.” Julia said after a few seconds, grabbing a cup of water and taking it up to Summer. Leaving just Eloise and the groaning Kay in the room.
    From where she was sat Eloise was watching her attentively, the brunette tomboy rocking on the chair she hadn’t left for hours now. A hand deep in the pockets of her jogging bottoms and clearly holding herself as she let out short sharp breaths. Drawing in air through her nose and letting it out of her mouth, she looked almost as if she was mediating in some ways.
    A few minutes passed as Eloise kept waiting for Julia to come back, unsure of what to say to Kay but unable to take her eyes off her and her giant bladder. Kay had been quiet for the last few hours, actively taking part in the game until her bladder seemingly made that impossible. The other trying to include her but only getting single word answers or her choosing to drink as a response. She was on the very edges of control, and the few braincells the beer had left her with were otherwise occupied.
    “Oooh, no, no , no , no ,no” Kay muttered to herself as she rocked on the kitchen chair, the first thing she had said for almost 45 minutes.  Her eyes were fixed on a point in front of her as she struggled for control. The night of heavy drinking making her quiver in desperation. Now with just her and Eloise in the room her heavy breathing, pants and groans were too loud for the French girl block out.
    “OOOoffff” Kay groaned again as she pivoted her hips to apply more pressure on her hand that was gripping herself between her legs. The other joining it on the outside of her trousers, her short nails digging into the fabric of her trousers as she squeezed her legs tightly.
    “I can…” Kay said breathlessly to no one.
    “Just a little longer and….” Her brain tried again, unable to finish its sentences as her bloated and bulging bladder quivered inside her. Sweat was pouring off her brow now, her neck muscles twitching and taught as she grunted much louder this time.
    “Ooofff fuck” she groaned hoarsely, her head tilting back and eyes scrunching closed. Eloise watched on, unable to look away as her own legs pressed against each other, her heart beating faster as she felt her body becoming hot. She was sure Kay was reaching her limits, limits she had seen her pass 12 hours ago when they were outside with Allie. The memories of Allies slow laboured accident unfolding in her mind, this time joined with Kay.
    “No, no, no, no….”The woman in front of her panted, her body constantly shaking now.
    “ooooOOOHHHFFF” Kay groaned again but this was the final moment as she finally lost control, her jogging bottoms darkening as a flood of pee hissed out of her. Overflowing the chair in an instant it created a noisy waterfall off onto the kitchen floor of it as Kay continued to breath heavily. Her hips starting to gyrate against the chair as she panted, almost thrusting forward causing wave after wave of her hot pee to fall from the chair, heavily splattering against the floor. The enormous bulge in her abdomen barely even shirking as the litres of pee burst out of her, she had pushed it hours longer than she had before. Pushing her limits to new hights as she had not only forced it to wait but ruthlessly filled it over the last few hours.
    Continuing for almost 20 seconds Kay’s eyes were closed, her hips moving as she panted, only Eloise witnessing the display that was making her a little light headed. She had been denying what she had been feeling as she watched her friends get more and more desperate, but this intimate almost voyeuristic view of Kay wetting herself was too much. Her heart fluttered violently as her breath caught in her chest, eyes glued to the glistening crotch of her friend that continued press itself into the chair. The ocean of pee within Kay now flowing freely through the darkened and saturated cotton. It felt as if it was almost like her sexual awakening, a lightbulb turning on in her mind, she was into this and she could deny it no longer as she let out a quiet whimper.
    Kay finally opened her eyes. The two of them accidently locking eyes and blushing madly, both caught out enjoying what was going on.
    “Im sorry…” Eloise stuttered madly averting her gaze and staring at the floor, but even out of the corner of her vision she could see Kay’s puddle slowly advancing across the floor towards her.
    “Oh god” Kay said again, her voice several octaves lower than normal. The loud splashing telling Eloise her hips were still moving. “I forgot how good this felt.” Kay announced, with no sense of embarrassment.
    “I….uh” Eloise looked up, finding that Kay was still watching her.
    “I thought so” Kay started, smiling broadly before her eyes rolled back in her head for a moment.
    “don’t worry, you would be surprised…Surprised by how many people…Pee, people are into this, especially at this place…Just don’t get any ideas” Kay smiled for a moment before her body doubled over and caused her to visibly wince. Her overfilled bladder clearly still sending painful signals through her body even as it relaxed.
    “I…really?” Eloise replied sheepishly. She hadn’t even considered it to be a thing someone could be into, but she couldn’t deny her own feelings on the matter.
    Holding up two fingers as if to tell her to wait a minute Kay put her hand on her thigh. Leaning forwards she closed her eyes, the river of urine still flowing out of her and onto the floor beneath the thankfully wooden chair. She looked lost in her own world once again, the only sounds the hiss through her sodden underwear and the drumming of the streams onto the floor. For more than two minutes Eloise stood there, unsure of what to do but enjoying the sight of the red faced kay wetting herself.
    Finally she finished, letting out a long sigh Kay shivered violently in her seat for a few moments. Opening her eyes she locked them with the awkward looking Eloise.
    “Lets just not tell anyone about this though” She said breathlessly.
    “Wont they notice the…”
    “No, about the…enjoying it” Kay smiled, her face relaxed for the first time in days.
    “But I thought you said…”
    “Look a lot of people enjoy it, but its not really a talked about thing. Given the emphasis on holding at this university, enjoying losing control is probably as taboo as you can get around her.”
    “Oh ok” Eloise said.
    “But don’t get me wrong, I think a lot of people still enjoy it. But just don’t go around talking about it, and you can never know who does and doesn’t like it. Some people can be freaked out about it, I’m sure even yourself last week would have been if I had just squatted in the middle of the kitchen.”
    “I…Yeah, thank you.” Eloise replied, still not quite able to look her friend in the eye after the intimate moment.
    “No problem, but if I can stand, we should probably clean this mess up before it ruins the floor” Kay said smiling and looking down at the giant puddle she had created fondly.
     
     
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    Slightly shorter chapter and maybe a bit of a different tone but I hope you all enjoyed it!
    Thank you for the continued support and comments!
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