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    orangelion got a reaction from knockonthedoor in I Think my Boss Needs to Pee   
    My favorite scenario so far has been Cassie's interview because she was forced to hold it without panties and leaks several times throughout. Likewise my favorite character would have to be either Chloe or Cassie because they are more prone to peeing rather than wetting, though I'm leaning towards Cassie as we don't know Chloe all that well. From a pure character stand point, my favorite character is Mary-Ann because she cares about all her employees, treating them as friends and tries to make them get along with each other. I also like that she is strict about playing in the office, she has no problem letting go, figuratively and literally, outside of the office.
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    orangelion reacted to redlaw in Secretly Female   
    Here is part 2 of chapter 2.  I wrote this in short sections, rather than all together in one or two (or three or four, these things do take a while) long sittings, so I was worried it might feel disjointed and nonsensical, but on proofreading it seems to have turned out okay.  As I've mentioned, I'll probably be doing less writing for the forseeable future - FFXIV Endwalker is coming out on Friday, and I'll be filling most of my free time with that, and I've gotten more busy with my current business as well.  Also from January I'll be studying, and eventually looking to change to a different career, and the studying will take a lot of my time from January to April, and after exams are over and I find new work, that will also take more time than I'm used to.  Altogether I'm expecting to have a lot less free time from now on, so it'll probably take longer to finish any chapters I want to write and I'll probably be wanting to write less when I have other things I want to do in free time too.  But anyway, we'll see how that turns out when it turns out.  For the moment, here's the new (half) chapter:
     
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    “Well, well, well. That looks like the gait of a man with a recently-emptied bladder. Stay behind after class, corporal.” The rest of the class giggled at Sgt. Ira's accusation.
    “B- but-” Holly began.
    “No 'buts'. Now what do you say when your superior has given you an order?”
    “Y- yes, sir.” She finished, deflated.
    “Good. Now get back in line. We're learning to march, but we can't go anywhere without our leader.”
     
    The next half an hour was spent practising marching drills, with Holly learning how to lead the column with marching commands and sending them all over the quadrangle. Her bladder refilled as the lesson drew on, but because her legs were in constant motion, she found the discomfort reasonably manageable.
     
    “Alright corporal, the lesson's almost over. Lead them back to the yellow line we started from and bring them to attention there.” Sgt. Ira instructed as the large clock on the wall overlooking the area ticked to 9:25.
    “Sir, yes sir! LEFT TURN!” Holly turned to the left, toward the line, and the column behind her followed suit.
    “MARK TIME!” she and the students behind her began to march on the spot, with Holly standing just to one side of the yellow line on the floor.
    “RIGHT TURN!”
    “AT-TENTION!” a loud thump rang out across the concrete as the students came to attention as one.
    “Good. That was a much better attention than the one we started with. Now, all that's left for the moment is the dismissal. Usually, on the order “DISMISSED”, the file would turn to the right as one like a normal right turn, then salute to the picture of Her Highness we have displayed on the right wall. However, many of you are nobles and according to the fealty contracts the nobility are subject to, some of you will be exempt from saluting to the crown. Thus, when the dismissal order is given, you'll all turn to the right as one, and those of you who aren't lords elector or heirs apparent to a lord elector title will salute, and the rest of you will wait for the salute's five-count to finish. Once the salute finishes, you are all free to break ranks and enjoy your breaktime. All of you, that is, except Corporal Green.” He flashed a sly grin at her. “Now, if you will corporal, dismiss your fellow students.”
     
    “DISMISSED!” Holly called out, turning to the right. She, along with about half the file, kept her hands at her sides, as her father was a lord elector. Technically, she was an heir presumptive, not an heir apparent, but she'd only make a debut as a maiden if her now-infertile mother miraculously bore a male, so she was expected to behave as an heir apparent. Besides, heirs presumptive were also not expected to salute to the crown, they just weren't mentioned because heirs presumptive were necessarily female. Without going into too much detail, this was because the monarch of Flava was considered an executor of the combined will of the lords of Flava, rather than someone who stood above them. Because of this, commoners and those with non-hereditary titles saluted to the monarch as a representative of the nobility, but the hereditary nobles were not expected to salute to someone that represented themselves.
     
    The rest of the students scattered toward the various doors arranged about the quad as Holly stood, eyes toward the floor, waiting for Sgt. Ira to address her. “CORPORAL GREEN!” he shouted into her face, “WHAT PART OF 'DON'T TRY TO DO ANYTHING ELSE' DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?!”
    “I-”
    “That wasn't a cue for you to speak. WHEN YOU ENROLLED IN THIS SCHOOL, YOU AGREED TO BE SUBJECT TO THE DISCIPLINE OF THE SCHOOL WITHOUT QUESTION, REGARDLESS OF YOUR STATION OUTSIDE THE SCHOOL! DON'T THINK YOUR STATUS AS A FUTURE LORD WILL EARN YOU ANY FAVOURS HERE! YOU WILL OBEY THE INSTRUCTIONS OF YOUR SUPERIORS, OR YOU WILL BE EXPELLED! IS THAT CLEAR?!”
    “Y- yes.” Holly whimpered, holding back tears. She squirmed subtly on the spot as she cowered, becoming more aware of the discomfort that had built in her abdomen now that she was no longer moving her feet.
    “YES WHAT?!”
    “Y- SIR, YES SIR!”
    “Good. Remember, the position of corporal means that you're to stand as an example to your fellow students, and I will accept nothing less than your best in that. Right, now I have work to do. Come with me.” He brought her into the school building, and up two flights of stairs to a door labelled 2D. Holly recognised it as the location of her next lesson on her schedule. “Stand there until break is over. I believe you have a lesson here next too, so once the bell rings, direct your classmates to line up along this wall behind you, and I will let you in when I'm ready to begin the class.”
     
    Holly nodded, then paused for a few moments before jerking in realisation and adding “Sir, yes sir.” The sergeant entered the room and closed the door behind him, leaving her squirming alone in the hallway. A toilet door stood opposite her, tempting her silently with thoughts of relief. The hallway was completely empty, and no one would be around for some time yet. She had time to relieve herself, and no students were around to walk in on her. But no, Sgt. Ira was sitting in his classroom, and he'd know something was up if she made a move. She'd have to stand there, right in front of the toilet, and wait as her only opportunity for the next two and a half hours closed.
     
    She pulled her waistband up her hips, driving the seat of her trousers into her crotch. It helped a little, and her squirming slowed. She was as desperate now as when she'd taken that detour while retrieving her sash. “Aah, I really shouldn't have done that” she thought to herself in frustration, noting that, while it probably wouldn't have made for particularly graceful marching, she'd easily have made it to this point if she'd just held it. This time, she'd have to wait at least three times as long. She weighed up her options:
    She could knock on the door and ask Sgt. Ira if she could go, but she was being punished for this exact thing and it was not likely that she'd be believed about her urgency so soon after having supposedly just gone for a wee.
    She could ask in class when it got unbearable. She didn't want to draw that sort of attention to herself, but it would mean a good chance to use a toilet when no one else was around. However her next class was with Sgt. Ira and even under normal circumstances he didn't come across as the sort of teacher likely to allow that, let alone in her current situation.
    She could try to pretend it was something else, like a stomachache, and get released to the nurse for health reasons, and then find a toilet on the way.
     
    The third option stood out to her as the most sensible. Ultimately, she was going to get to the point where she wouldn't be able to hide her urgency any more; if she could try to make her motions ambiguous enough that they could be passed off as something less embarrassing, that would at least take some scrutiny off her, as long as she found a way out before anyone actually saw any urine. And in the worst case, if someone did see that, then anything she'd said before hand was irrelevant anyway. Having decided on a course of action, she shifted her pose somewhat, grabbing her left arm with her right hand and crossing the forearm over her belly, and bending forward slightly as she leant against the wall. Hopefully, she now looked a bit more like she was in pain and less like she was desperate.
     
    A bell rang loudly on the wall behind her, startling her and forcing her thighs together as her bladder spasmed. Students began appearing in the hallway after a few moments, and she directed those approaching her door to queue behind her. One student ducked into the toilet instead of following her directions. She couldn't help but feel that he was taunting her, despite her careful efforts to hide her situation. After a few moments, the door rattled and Sgt. Ira appeared before her. “Okay class, your seats are assigned according to marching order. File in and fill them from the front right to the front left, and then behind that from the left to the right, alternating the order in each row.” he instructed as the students filed in. Holly took her seat at the front right of the room as her fellow students moved past her, working out their positions.
     
    “Okay class, our first topic will be the War of The Lilies. We will look-” the classroom door opened again, interrupting Sgt. Ira as he began. The student whom Holly saw use the bathroom earlier tiptoed in, coming face-to-face with the sergeant. “Why are you late, private?”
    “I- I was in the toilet.” the boy responded haltingly.
    “You've just had a 15 minute breaktime, plenty of time to sort that stuff out. Now is lesson time, and you are wasting it. See me at lunchtime. Now, presumably that open desk is yours. Sit, and we'll get on with the lesson.” Ira turned back to the class as the student found his seat. “Now, as I was saying, our first topic will be the War of The Lilies. We will look at the political and social setting of the war, and its causes and effects on the world at large. To start with, can anyone tell me the two principal participants in it?” No one moved as he looked around the room. “Oh come on, at least one of you must have already studied this? No? Corporal, what about you?” He turned toward Holly. “Stand up, and lets hear what you can tell us.”
    Rising carefully, she couldn't help but bend forward slightly and press her thighs together as she answered. “Uh- F- Floraden and Dathomir?” She spoke haltingly, trying to sound uncertain. She knew a fair amount about the war, but she didn't want to attract too much attention by seeming nerdy.
    “Exactly! See, I knew someone would know.” Holly sat down, sighing quietly as she squirmed about, failing to get comfortable. “To be more precise, Floraden was a Kingdom and Dathomir styled itself as a “Citizens' State”. The two countries existed in the pre-cataclysm period, shortly before the still poorly-understood Celestial Cataclysm. Surviving records from that period are scant, and filled with superstition, but we've managed to piece together much of what happened during this war, primarily due to the good record-keeping practices of the Floradenes...”
     
    The lesson continued on, with Sgt. Ira talking about the political situations of the two states, the natures of the leaders and a variety of other details. Holly tried to stay attentive and take notes in her workbook, but her toilet situation was getting progressively worse. She couldn't find a comfortable position, and couldn't help squirming slightly in her seat straight from the start of the lesson. By fifteen minutes in, she was already bent forward with her legs crossed tightly, and had lost concentration on what the sergeant was saying. A spasm rolled through her, and she gripped her chair with both hands, pulling against it as she squirmed intensely in the seat and grimaced in discomfort. She longed to press a hand into her crotch, but that would make it too obvious what she was dealing with, and she needed to hold on to that ambiguity if she had any chance of saving her dignity.
     
    Thirty minutes later and she was struggling severely. She'd pushed her chair away from the desk and had both hands on her knees, pressing down with the weight of her body to help reinforce her pelvic floor. She quivered slightly in this position as waves of urgency rolled through her, her eyes shut tight, trying not to notice the whispers of the class around her, wondering what was wrong. The bell rang, signalling the start of the second period (this was a double lesson) and startling her, causing her to gasp audibly as she felt the sensation of liquid flowing from her urethra. Tears filled her eyes as warmth blossomed in her underwear, the wetness running down to her butt before soaking into the fabric.
    “-orporal. Corporal? Corporal!” She slowly became aware of a voice addressing her as she managed to cut off the flow, and opened her eyes to see Sgt. Ira standing in front of her desk. “Corporal, what's wrong? You look like you're in pain. Are you sick?” He asked, apparently in genuine concern.
    “T- I- er- s- stomachache” she whimpered back, barely clinging to the wherewithal she needed to continue her deception.
    “Okay, I'll send you to the nurse's office. Just wait a few minutes for the hallway to clear.” His voice had taken on a markedly different tone; it had softened, and it felt encouraging and delicate.
     
    She held the same position for a few more minutes, quivering and pressing against her lap, until the sergeant spoke again “Okay, the hallway should be empty now. Go to the nurse's office. It's on the ground floor near the reception. If you take the stairs on your left, it's just across the hall at the bottom.” He pointed to another student a few desks away. “You, go with him. Make sure he gets there safely, and then report straight back here.”
    “Well, so much for finding a toilet on the way” Holly thought as she stood carefully, keeping her thighs together and bending almost double. She crossed one forearm over her belly again, gripping her other arm as she tried to prevent her hands from wandering toward her crotch. Slowly, she made her way out of the door and started down the corridor, flanked by her fellow student. In her current state, even being free to walk around made little difference to her urgency, and her bladder pulsed with each footfall. As they approached the stairwell, a particularly powerful spasm rocked her, and she fell against the wall, lifting a leg up and letting out a quiet moan involuntarily. Her accompaniment waited quietly for her, concern writ plainly on his face. “Will you be okay on the stairs?” he asked as she started moving once more.
    “I'll- manage.” Holly managed to gasp as she tensed herself and pressed her weight against the railing.
     
    Step by step, she lowered herself, hanging onto the banister to minimise the impacts of her feet. The other student went ahead of her, looking ready to catch her if she fell. As she reached the first floor landing, she fell hard onto her foot, and hot urine rushed toward her exit, radiating warmth within her crotch. Unable to bear it as she was, she buried a hand in her pocket, reaching across to press against her vulva. Mercifully, her companion was turned away from her, beginning to descend the next set of stairs, so her actions went unnoticed as she tried to contain the waters within her urethra. The fabric of her underwear brushed past her clitoris as she clawed toward her sphincter, and a shock of pleasure played across her pelvic floor. The walls of her urethra squeezed together as the unexpected sensation triggered muscle spasms, and its contents shot out into the waiting garment, failing to absorb and running down the girl's leg as a rivulet. She wiped away the liquid with the hand in her pocket, then returned to her fake-stomachache stance before the descending student turned back toward her.
     
    The diminishing sensation of arousal proved to reinforce her somewhat, and she found the next flight of stairs somewhat easier while it lingered. It began to wane as she approached the penultimate landing, and as her feet hit the final step, a contraction began to build once more. She squirmed on the spot as her fellow student turned once more, and she carefully released the button on her fly and quietly pulled the zip down as she watched him for any signs of turning. He remained focused on his descent as the zip clicked down, link by link, until it was no longer exerting pressure on her belly. Even beneath her shirt, she could see a slight lump where her bladder protruded above her pubic bone, and she cradled the organ in her hand as she began her next descent, feeling each footfall in her palm as her detrusor spasmed slightly with each step. About halfway down the flight, the shock from a step forced her sphincter open unexpectedly, and a stream of liquid hissed quietly out into her clothing, shooting down her left trouser leg as she whimpered slightly. She stood stock-still, hunched forward in her stomach-ache pose, quivering in tension as she watched droplets from her trouser leg form a puddle on the step. Mercifully, the student waiting at the bottom was at the wrong angle to see what was going on, and he asked “are you all right?” as he heard her whimper and watched her stop.
    “Y- yeah, just... a... se-” he began climbing toward her as she tried to force her urethra closed. In a panic, she put a foot forward and continued down the stairs, leaving a trail as she tried to regain control while moving. “I- I'm fine, just wait there” she gasped, desperate for him to stay at that angle where he couldn't see anything. The stream transitioned to a series of spurts over the next few steps, and then the spurting stopped as she continued to tense.
     
    Carefully, she lowered herself to the end of the staircase, acutely aware of the drips still falling from her trouser leg as she closed on the student at the bottom. As she approached, he muttered “I'll go and tell the nurse” and dashed off through the door at the far end of the corridor, leaving Holly alone in the hallway. Without hesitation, she shoved a hand into her sodden underwear as he turned away, feeling immediately bolstered as she pressed a finger against her sphincter directly. Now, with a hand bolstering her faculties, she was more able to deal with the accident behind her. First, she bent over and wiped the hem of her trousers with a finger, stopping the remaining droplets from falling. Then, she turned back toward the staircase and began wiping up the drips that were already there with a handkerchief she produced from her pocket. Keeping an ear out for the footsteps of her accompaniment, she climbed the stairs once more and squatted down to try to address her puddle. She couldn't get rid of it entirely with just a handkerchief and the time she had, so instead she swept the liquid sideward toward the railing with the square of fabric, trying to spread it out and make it look thinner and less recent. The puddle looked colourless against the dark stone of the stairs, but the staining on the handkerchief clearly revealed its golden hue as it began to soak in.
     
    She managed to force the worst of the liquid over the edge and into the stairwell, and the remaining puddle lost the clearly-defined meniscus that revealed its recency. Stumbling down the stairs once more, she pulled the hand out of her crotch and returned her handkerchief to her pocket. Returning to her fake stomach-ache position as before, she slowly made her way to the door marked “Infirmary”. The student who'd accompanied her dashed past as she approached, barely looking at her as he hurried back to the classroom, presumably worried that Sgt. Ira would think he took too long and put him in detention for doing something else, like Holly had been earlier.
     
    “Stomach-ache?” A blonde woman in a white uniform queried as she entered. When Holly nodded, she instructed “take off your straps, belts and jacket and lie down on the bed over there so I can examine you. I'm Miss White, the school nurse.” Holly staggered to a halt as she heard the word “examination”. It hadn't occurred to her that she might be examined by the nurse. She was hoping that she'd get to the infirmary and be told to lie down for a bit, and then she could hold herself in a bed without being noticed until long enough had passed that she could ask to be excused without making it look like she'd just feigned illness to be allowed to use a toilet. She was struggling to hold on as it is, and wasn't sure she'd be able to take being poked and pressed on as the nurse tried to work out what was wrong. On top of that, she'd been asked to remove the only things that were keeping her chest from protruding visibly, and the nurse might notice her breasts as she focused on the area just below them.
     
    Nonetheless, she began removing her regalia, bundling it into her arm as she began to approach the indicated bed. She'd just have to bear it until she got the opportunity to ask to be excused. She shrugged her jacket off as she lowered herself carefully onto the mattress, falling into a foetal position with her back to the nurse, shoving a hand into her crotch unseen as her bladder complained at the motion. The nurse stood up and locked the door, before pulling on a pair of white latex gloves as she turned toward the bed. “Okay, roll onto your back and pull up your shirt so we can see what's wrong.” She instructed as she approached the desperate girl, and Holly complied slowly, moving her hand away from her trousers and using it to pull up her shirt as she rolled. On her back, Holly was uncomfortably aware of the two protrusions from her upper body that seemed so large to her as to be impossible to ignore, but the nurse apparently paid them no heed as she turned her attention to the area around the girl's navel.
     
    “Now, can you tell me where you feel the worst of the pain” the nurse asked, and Holly pointed toward her upper belly, trying to keep the nurse's attention away from both her bladder and her breasts. “Okay, I'm just going to press around that area, to see if there are any obvious problems.” Holly winced as the nurse pushed her skin downward, the pressure affecting her bladder even at that distance. A trickle of urine began to flow from her sphincter, intensifying each time the nurse pressed. “There appears to be some swelling and spasming a bit further down”, the nurse described as Holly felt the palpations move toward her bladder, and an “Aah!” came from her mouth as she tried to think of something to say to stop her going further. “I know it hurts, but it'll all be o- huh?” A press directly on her bladder overwhelmed Holly's defenses, and a powerful stream of urine hissed out into her clothing as she tried in vain to hold her sphincter closed. The crotch of her trousers sparkled as liquid squeezed through the fabric, forming a visible stream that ran down between her legs to the bed, where it pooled as a yellow circle on the sheets.
     
    Holly's hands shot down to her crotch and she bent double and turned to one side as she urinated full-force into her trousers. “I- if you needed the toilet, you should've said!” The nurse called out as she dashed across the room to a cupboard. “I'll get you a bedpan, just wait there and try to hold it in.”
    “N- no, I c- can go to a t- toilet.” Holly replied, rolling out of the bed as urine streamed down her legs. She'd managed to reduce the flow somewhat, and her pee left her as a series of powerful spurts when she tried to stumble across the room. “I'm not letting you out there to wee all over the hallway. I'll get in trouble. Here's a bedpan, try to get as much as you can in there. Now let me help you with those clothes.” She slid the metal bowl toward the urinating student, and moved toward her to help with her clothing. Holly shook her head, not willing to let the nurse see her naked, even in this situation. She was quite the pitiful sight: hunching over by the door, a yellow puddle rippled around her feet as she continued to pump squirts of urine into her soaked clothing, and she had her waistband pulled up as far as she could, trying to prevent her trousers from being pulled down while also grinding their crotch into her vulva. “Look, whatever you have down there that you don't want me to see, I can assure you I've seen it before. There's nothing to be shy about, now please” the nurse pleaded, reaching toward the urinating girl's trousers. Her pleas were answered by a high-pressure golden spray forcing its way out through the crotch of Holly's trousers as she cowered away from the encroaching hand.
     
    The nurse's expression soured as droplets of urine splashed her arm. She sighed as she chose a different tactic: “I didn't want to have to do this, but if you don't use the bedpan now, I will make sure to talk to the administration and have you expelled for public urination and faking illness.” At this, Holly's world came crashing down. She had two options: pull down her clothes, revealing her vulva to the nurse and getting expelled for being female, or stay as she was and get expelled for wetting herself. Another squirt of urine spurted through her trousers as her mind blanked momentarily in despair, showering the bedpan beneath her with a cascade of droplets, a few making it into the vessel, but most adding to the puddle growing around it. Then, no longer bound by fear of expulsion, her modesty took charge, and she hooked her thumbs into her waistbands, pulling them down to her knees and freeing a powerful stream to shoot outward and add to the puddle on the floor.
     
    She squatted hurriedly over the metal container beneath her and relaxed fully, and her frothing stream reinforced into a torrent that arced between her spread legs, completely missing the bedpan. Holly's eyes widened in panic as she covered the shoes in front of her in her pungent emission, and she bent forward, forcing the stream down toward the middle ground between the two women, where it reflected from the edge of a floor tile in a spray that soaked the now-retreating nurse's ankles. The golden jet flicked from side to side as Holly waddled backward, slowly zig-zagging toward the toilet-seat-shaped rim of her intended target. As the cascading torrent came into contact with the lip of the vessel, the force catapulted it forward, causing it to flip over and splash down into the spreading puddle. In a panic, Holly reached for it, fumbling with the slippery wet metal as she tried to postpone her relief once more.
     
    Her stream slowed to a trickle momentarily as she tensed with all her might, but the incredible pressure of her contracting bladder proved too much, and she couldn't help but moan as a series of powerful spurts forced her sphincter aside. She rotated the container frustratedly, the puddle beneath her frothing and rippling as she unleashed squirt after squirt of steaming urine into it. Fumbling the vessel into the correct orientation, she shoved it hard against her, sighing loudly as she relaxed once again. A clattering cacophony sounded as she released a torrent of pee into the bedpan, drowning out the noises of the relieved girl above it. Holly practically sparkled with bliss at the sensation of her bladder slowly emptying. Her mind clouded and her eyes closed as she let out an uninhibited moan of satisfaction. Regardless of what came next, she was free for the moment to forget the world as she relieved herself, a freedom she had already missed so sorely, even just in those few hours she'd been at the school.
     
    The sounds coming from below her changed quickly into a gurgle as urine began to pool in the wide container, slowly increasing in pitch as the waters rose. The fluid sloshed about as Holly rocked unconsciously in time with her continuing bladder contractions, causing occasional splashes to jump up past the rim to further wet the girl's legs and buttocks. The pitch of the noises began to increase rapidly as the fluid level approached the seat of the device, and the sudden tickle of splashback jolted Holly out of her trance. In spite of the fullness of the vessel (designed to contain an entire bladderful of urine even from most women) and the yellow puddles surrounding her, Holly's bladder was still far from empty. She mustered up a sliver of wherewithal and tried, once more, to stop the flow, but by this point, she could just barely manage to slow it from a torrent to a stream.
     
    She lowered the bedpan to the floor in a hurry, causing liquid to splash out as she rose into a half-squat, the stream of urine visibly arcing toward her feet. Her trousers slipped down to her ankles as she stood, getting bathed in her unstoppable stream and saturating fully. Turning toward the vessel, she bent forward to pick it up, sending urine squirting out behind her for a moment before she returned upright. “Huh? What are you...” the nurse began as she watched the girl add to the puddle once more, trailing off when she noticed the fullness of the bedpan. Holly turned toward her with tears in her eyes, and sobbed “I- it's not big enough!”
    “Empty it in the sink, quickly!” the nurse directed her, pointing at a low basin a short distance across the room. Holly waddled toward it, leaving a wide trail behind her as she continued to soak her trousers from almost a meter away. Her torrent picked up once again as she dumped the bedpan into the sink, and another puddle expanded around her as she watched golden liquid swirl into the drain. Quickly, she dropped the emptied container beneath her and collapsed onto it, finishing her pee in a sitting position with her arms wrapped around her legs. She managed to refill the bedpan halfway again before her stream finally began to taper off, and she dropped her head onto her knees in exhaustion as the last few squirts shot out into the container beneath her. Her head swam and her eyes flickered as sleep began to overcome her.
     
    “Alright, alright, don't fall asleep there” the nurse's voice cut through the haze and anchored her to reality. “I can tell you're exhausted, and I'll give you the opportunity to rest in a bed, but first, we need to sort some stuff out. Firstly, I'll go into detail about the situation later, but for the moment, suffice to say I'm not going to have you expelled or tell anyone your secret. Now that that's out of the way, here are some wet wipes.” She placed a packet on the draining board of the sink. “Strip and wipe down your legs and feet with these – try to get all the urine off, and then you can pick a bed and have a nap. I'll rinse out your shoes and replace the ruined parts of your uniform, call in the janitor to clean up this mess, and wake you up around lunchtime, by which point your shoes should be mostly dry, and then after that we'll talk about your situation and how it relates to the nursing staff.”
     
    Holly moved in a daze, fumbling with her laces, and then kicking off everything below her waist, before grabbing a handful of wipes and dealing with the sheen of urine that seemed to cover every inch of skin below her vulva. Grabbing an ordinary tissue from the box on the nurse's desk, she wiped between her legs, quietly squeaking as the friction against her sensitised nethers caused a shock of pleasure to roll through her, turning her legs to jelly. She stumbled toward the nearest bed and collapsed into it, squirming comfortably as the pleasant fluttering sensation in her lower abdomen quickly lulled her into a peaceful sleep.
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    orangelion got a reaction from knockonthedoor in I Think my Boss Needs to Pee   
    Karenna shouting at Cassie sounded like she was frustrated that Cassie ruined her chance at having an accident in front a group of people for the first time, fulfilling her fantasy. Tyler and Mary-Ann make a nice couple and I look forward to more of them. Anna's scene did feel rushed, but only because there is no build up as she doesn't feel any desperation until she is bursting. So it's hard to get around that, but it's actually kind of nice to have this different kind of sudden desperation that can come as a surprise to readers in the story.
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    orangelion reacted to knockonthedoor in I Think my Boss Needs to Pee   
    A/N: As we near the close of chapter 4, I'm excited that the characters have all started to take shape and find their place in the story. This one is glowing with sexual energy, so if that's your thing, this one for you. And if you like intentional wetting, we've got two scenes here as well! And some straight peeing as well. There still are twists and turns to be had, but for now, we get a little more depth on our main girls in this one. I would love to know a couple things, which I'll ask at the end of the sub-chapter. 4.6 won't be nearly as long. But will be just as fun! Lastly, the amount of feedback has not only been wonderful, but of expectational quality. I feel like this is one of the best reading groups on the site, and I love the interaction between us all! Thank you all, truly, as an author, thank you! As always, feedback is not only encouraged but appreciated. 

    4.5: It was Tyler's Idea

    Karenna needed to pee. She always needed to pee at this point, but Monday meetings always got her. Not by surprise, but because they were the most fun. Mary-Ann stood at the front of the conference room, not showing any signs of desperation. Karenna was disappointed, she liked the few times after the creation of their ‘game’, where they would both squirm and gyrate during their morning meeting. It reminded Karenna of the first time Mary-Ann peed her pants. Karenna remembered being desperate that morning too. The idea of the two of them being so desperate that they lost control with each other in that meeting room was, for Karenna, a wonderful fantasy. It was this fantasy that drove her to skip her morning pee on Mondays. To feel her bladder on the way in to work, knowing that she would be getting desperate. It let her slip into another fantasy on the way there. The unknowing girl. The one who was unaware of the desperation she was about to get into. Mary-Ann was right. This was relaxing.
    That is, until she got into said meeting. Which is where she found herself at the moment. Karenna sat, grinding herself into the cushy office chair. She was unable to sit upright, her morning pee and coffee were now sloshing around inside her, kicking and banging on the sides of her bladder. If she was at home or with Chloe she could be peeing right now. But she was here, holding it in a meeting, because she wanted to. Yet she didn’t love the pain that came with the retention of her waters, it was the result she was after. Because maybe someday, she wouldn’t be able to wait anymore, and it wouldn’t technically be intentional. She could skirt Mary-Ann's rule that way. Nevertheless, until that day, Karenna was content to stuff her hand deep into the crotch of her dress pants, and take the role of the desperate business woman.
    Mary-Ann couldn’t help but notice Karenna. Her legs were pretzeled and her hand was invisible underneath her swaying body. Karenna had to know that today was her day to present on her and Cassie’s progress, and Mary-Ann wondered if Karenna had been desperate on purpose. It had been her fault that she and Karenna hadn’t gotten a chance to play their game in a while, Mary-Ann had been busy with Tyler, and she assumed Karenna had been having fun with Chloe. Mary-Ann blamed herself for the clearly desperate Karenna, they had grown so close, and yet Mary-Ann was doing little to foster it. She looked forward to their girls trip, where she and Karenna could just be themselves. For now though, she worried about Karenna taking their mutual interest too far. At least today, if her obvious desperation was anything to go by.
    Karenna was full. Her tight muscles in her swollen abdomen proved as much. The pain from holding her night bladder and her morning coffee was becoming difficult. She wondered if today would be the day. The thought aroused her and she took few notes. Hardly focusing on Mary-Ann anymore, Karenna was only aware of her condition. Another wave of desperation ran through her nerves. Today was going to be her lucky day, she was sure of it.
    “Karenna, are you ready to present for this month?”
    Karenna nodded. And took her time to stand. Today might be the day, but she didn’t want to give any impression that she might have let go on purpose. In a half crouch, she reached over and turned on the projector, her slide presentation ready. She had butterflies in her stomach as she took the front of the room. Her canted body and slow walk made it clear that something was wrong.  She started her presentation.
    “Um…o-our work this month was-was rocky to say the least. B-but, production has increased in…in the last week.”
    “Are you going to mention the Sanderson mortgage?” Cassie interrupted, though it sounded more from excitement than anything else
    “Y-yes. I was ju-just getting there.”
    Cassie smiled
    “Ca-Cassie and I put our heads together on the Sanderson” Karenna exhaled. The exhaustion from holding it setting in “Mortgage. The-the problem was that they thought they we-were approved for more because the realtor was trying to…to make a bigger commission. They, they altered the Sanderson’s numbers.”
    “That’s the part I helped figure out.” Cassie said to the table. Mary-Ann nodded. Karenna crossed her legs, anticipating her loss of control at any moment
    “Y-yes, an-and I made sure you got paid on that for your…help.”
    Cassie smiled at her, Karenna didn’t return it. Instead, she bent forward and put her hands on her knees. She struggled through her next sentences
    “Next w-we worked on-on…on the Kelly family. They…ah!”
    A rush of pee flew towards her opening. Her body’s natural defenses closed her muscles, fighting back, protecting their master. Karenna knew the end was near. Finally. She collapsed her knees together, clenching. Cassie interrupted again.
    “Um, Karenna? If you have to go too, I think Mary-Ann would let us take a break.”
    No! No! Not now! Don’t you take this from me you arrogant skank! Let me have this!
    “Shut up Cassie.” Karenna said through gritted teeth
    “Karenna!” Mary-Ann sounded shocked more than anything else. But she took charge of the situation
    “Cassie, you need a break too?”
    Cassie nodded
    “Anna, do I have the time?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Alright, we’ll break. Karenna” Mary-Ann was stern “Walk with me.”
    Cassie was the first to exit. Mary-Ann guided the obviously desperate Karenna out with Anna in tow. Mary-Ann asked the woman, who was clutching the thighs of her dress pants
    “You mind telling me what the hell that was?”
    “I need to pee. Very badly.”
    “I can see that. Why’d you treat Cassie like that? I thought the two of you were getting along.”
    The two friends stopped outside the bathroom door. Karenna leaned back into the wall. She put her hands back into her crotch, recommitted to holding it. Her fantasy ruined, she had come back to the reality of her desperation. She answered Mary-Ann’s question
    “You heard her. Sh-she was in-interrupting me. Trying to disrupt…me.”
    “Are you sure she wasn’t just proud of herself? She really flipped the switch back on when it comes to producing- and you get a piece of every closing.”
    “She still…doesn’t like…me.”
    “And you like her?”
    Karenna didn’t answer. Mary-Ann was right, Karenna was still aggravated with the brat she had to deal with. A brat who still hadn’t come out of the bathroom.
    You fucking failure. You Goddamn idiot. Why the fuck would you say that? No wonder everyone hates you. The sound of the toilet flushing rang behind Cassie. She walked over to the sink, the large mirror showed her the girl she wanted to be, not who she was. She wanted to cry, or scream. Or masturbate. Whatever made the sting of failure go away. You washout- over glorified order taker. Why did you think they might actually like you? Good for you, your tricked Mary-Ann, but don’t expect anyone else to fall for it. Cassie lobbed more insults at herself.
    “Does the parking garage count?” Karenna desperately asked Mary-Ann
    “For what?”
    “Your ‘golden rule’. I’m two seconds away from an accident. Can I…can I please just have thi-this one?”
    Neither one saw Anna slip away and out the main doors.
    “I don’t know about the parking garage. But I’m not letting you have an accident here. Just go in there.”
    “But Cassie’s sti-“
    “Use the urinal.”
    “Wha-how? Can I even?”
    “Yes you can. Trust me.”
    “I…I’ll wait.”
    “Karenna. If we were almost any other place, or doing any other thing, we would’ve already peed our pants together. But I am not going to let you do that in this office or at work. Now go in there and figure it out.”
    Karenna sighed. The thought of her wetting with Mary-Ann was enough of a consolation prize. She opened the door.
    To Karenna’s surprise, Cassie was in front of the mirror, head down. She was dejected, but Karenna didn’t have time for that, she had to pee.
    “Sorry, I’m out of time.” Karenna dashed into the free stall.
    There was piss all over the seat, it was as though Cassie had tried to stand. The cleanliness or how Cassie had peed was not Karenna’s concern at the moment, and as she unzipped her dress pants, she turned herself away from the piss covered toilet. Not moments after she had gotten herself into a half squat, Karenna’s pee exploded forth in a wave of warm waste. The toilet water loudly accepted Karenna’s thick stream as it hissed from the young black woman. Moaning, Karenna deepened her squat, to the point where she was merely hovering over the now splashing toilet water. She heard Cassie finally leave the bathroom.
    As Mary-Ann waited outside the bathroom door, she saw it swing back open. Cassie emerged, head down.
    “Hey, you ok?”
    Cassie nodded. Lying was nothing new to her. Mary-Ann watched her walk back to the conference room, her body language told Mary-Ann everything she needed to know. Not seeing an immediate solution to the problem, Mary-Ann decided to move on. She entered the bathroom, aware from the sound as she entered, that Karenna was still peeing.
    From her perch above the toilet, Karenna could see a pair of heels click into the bathroom, and turn around in front of the wall. They had to be Mary-Ann’s.
    “That bad, huh?”
    “Just proving a point Kar.” A distinct sound came from Mary-Ann. She was peeing into the urinal.
    Karenna’s stream had finally slowed. She contracted her bladder muscles, as her final push renewed the strength of her stream. She heard a splashing sound over her dwindling stream. A puddle was developing underneath her peeing boss.
    “Is your point that you can make a puddle anywhere?”
    “Wh-what?”
    “Your feet boss.”
    “Oh! Shoot!” Mary-Ann’s realization was drowned out as Karenna flushed, her used toilet paper and desperately held piss swirled.
    Exiting the stall, Karenna looked in the mirror while she washed her hands. She looked at a crouched Mary-Ann. It was there, Karenna saw it. For the first time in her life, she saw Mary-Ann’s pussy. It looked smooth, tight. Gentle. Like a jewel thief staring the Sancy in the face. Karenna absent-mindedly turned off the sink. She watched her boss pee. Karenna’s eyes, her mind, intently focused on the apex of her primal desires. To touch it. Feel it, manipulate it with the deft skill she would touch her own. Karenna couldn’t think of anything more beautiful.
    “Could you not stare?” Mary-Ann caught her
    “S-sorry boss-sss.” Karenna let the end of her sentence hang. She wanted nothing more than to disrobe and take Mary-Ann right here.
    She took a deep breath, and left the bathroom. More aroused than she had ever had been in her life before. She felt her own itch between her legs, one that only a quick session in her car could scratch.
    Mary-Ann watched the end of her stream run into the urinal and the rest run onto the floor. She pulled her panties back up, and they absorbed the excess urine around her privates. For a brief moment, it was the same sensation as when she would wet. But it was short lived. Nonetheless, Mary-Ann loved the idea that they would secretly be damp for a while. It sent a sensation through her to be that dirty, yet undetected. She thought of Tyler. Her wettings in front of him without her boyfriend even noticing. She let out a soft moan as she finished washing her hands. She’d be seeing him Friday. Maybe he could help her with the feud between Cassie and Karenna, and maybe she could have a little fun again.
    Karenna’s car was filled with the moans and screams of an orgasming woman. It hadn’t taken her more than a few minutes to get herself off. She couldn’t get her minds eye to wander off of Mary-Ann’s tight snatch. She had seen it. Maybe for the only time in her life, and it was more tantalizing than anything ever had been before. Not only had she seen it, but it was while Mary-Ann was peeing. It filled Karenna with desire. As she exhaled, descending the sexual mountain, she felt the usual second urge to pee. She wanted to do it in her panties. Something unique, to make today all that much more special. Shimmying down her business pants, she got to her purple panties underneath, she opened the car door and hung her ass outside the cabin. She didn’t want to pay for a new seat.
    Karenna hung outside her car, and just as Mary-Ann had showed her at lunch, she pulled the back door open. With a car next to her she was protected as she started to pee her panties. They warmed quickly, and a stream of pee splashed onto the concrete of the garage floor. Oops Karenna teased herself, clearly aware of what she was doing. The small rivulets that escaped the grasp of her now pee stained panties dripped off her thighs, gravity pulling them down into the little puddle she was making. Unfortunately it was short lived. Just a few seconds after it had started, Karenna’s pee was just trickling into her panties. She pulled herself up, letting the rest splash between her legs. She pulled her business pants back up over her soiled panties. They absorbed the wetness, forming a small patch on her crotch.
    Closing the car doors, Karenna felt naughty. No one would know of her actions. The wet patch on her pants was noticeable, but with her desperation, the others would assume she just didn’t quite make it. The good feeling of shame tickled her insides, washing away any guilt she might have felt for treating Cassie the way she did. As she walked up the incline back to the main building, she saw Anna ahead of her. But didn’t she have a red skirt on before? Karenna couldn’t quite remember, but she was sure the tan girl was also wearing pantyhose. She must have just been misremembering. However, when the automatic doors slid open for Karenna, she noticed a distinct wet stain on the parking garage floor, just outside the doors. To anyone else, it might have just been water, but to Karenna it was clearly not. She was an expert in making those puddles herself. Maybe Anna had been wearing something else.
    Tyler was early. He always tried to be early, but tonight was special. Any night he got to see Mary-Ann was special, but having dinner at the nicest restaurant in town on his dime filled him with confidence. Money wasn’t everything, but he could at least prove to Mary-Ann that he belonged in her stratosphere. He saw her SUV pull up, and his stomach got tight. It was the same feeling Tyler used to get before a football game. A blue dress strapless dress, with a slit right up one of her legs. It showed a little skin as she walked- his heart melted. Tyler was positive she was the love of his life.
    As Mary-Ann entered the posh building, she saw Tyler waiting for her already. He greeted her with a loving hug, she kissed his cheek. The hostess smiled at the two lovebirds and guided them through the large eating area. It was well lit, ornate, and light panino music played just over the hum of the dozens of conversations being had. The two were seated near a window, the dark of the night was beaten back by the city lights. Mary-Ann looked out the window first, then back to her boyfriend. Their eyes met. An awkward smile. They hadn’t said a word yet but their bodies and their minds wanted one another. Tyler decided to break the silence first.
    “That dress looks just as good as you do Mary-Ann, I love it.”
    “Thanks! You know you always look good babe.”
    They smiled. Tyler supplicated a little, “I hope you didn’t buy it just for tonight.”
    Mary-Ann smiled back, flirting with her love “I only wear it on special nights.”
    “You can’t mean that tonight is special, you’re only seeing little ol’ me.”
    Mary-Ann winked back. The waitress came over with bread and water, Mary-Ann ordered her favorite wine. Tyler started back up with conversation.
    “Don’t they give prisoners bread and water too?”
    “Yeah, but I don’t think they get pumpernickel.”
    “Or frozen butter. I could never get the hang of this stuff.”
    Mary-Ann chuckled “You can’t get the hang of putting butter on bread?”
    “You want to see me try? I’m sure it’ll be more entertaining than my jokes.”
    “You’re a funny guy. That’s a high bar to jump.”
    “Maybe not then. Besides if I trip over that bar, I want to be sure that you’ll catch me.”
    Mary-Ann gave him another flirty wink of her eye. She took a sip of her water. Tyler looked over her shoulder as the waitress came back with the wine
    “Do you want to show off?”
    “Hmm?” Mary-Ann was perplexed by the question
    “Valerie McCormick is sitting over there” Tyler pointed “She has a new building she’s trying to sell- good rental place. Could be in the price range you mentioned to me yesterday. Can I introduce you?”
    Mary-Ann took a sip of the wine she ordered and the two stood up. On the way over to the other table, Mary-Ann whispered in his ear.
    “What did you mean 'show-off’?”
    “Because my girlfriend is the most beautiful person here, and I want everyone else to know it.”
    It was a brash statement after all of his self-deprecating humor. The change in tone gave Mary-Ann a sexual buzz. She kissed him on the cheek again. He pulled his arm around her waist as the two approached Valerie’s table.
    “Valerie!” Tyler called her name
    She looked up and smiled at him. Her eyes darkened a bit when she saw Mary-Ann, as though she was disappointed by something
    “I wanted to introduce you to my girlfriend, Mary-Ann.”
    “Mary-Ann Adimari? You own Pax Americana Mortgage, right?”
    “That’s right!” The curly red hair and ample breasted woman could be a great referral source and even better contact for Mary-Ann, she put her game face on, even as her wine started to hit her. “Tyler mentioned that you had a apartment building you’re selling? Is it on the market yet?’
    “Not quite, you’re interested?”
    “Very, could you give me a call? Tyler will give you my number.”
    The two shook hands and small talked for a little while. The entire time, Mary-Ann could feel her need to pee rising. Though she was hardly desperate. Eventually, they broke the conversation and started to walk back to their table. Mary-Ann whispered to Tyler as they walked
    “They’re fake.”
    “What?”
    “Her boobs. She paid for them.”
    “Oh? I didn’t even notice.”
    “Yeah right! But you know something? Mine aren’t fake.”
    She gave Tyler a flirtatious smile as they sat back down, Tyler nearly fell over.
    “Damn it Mary-Ann, don’t tease me like that. You know I got a weak heart when I talk to you anyhow. I can only take so much!”
    The two gave each other a knowing smile. The waitress came back and they ordered. Their conversation drifted back towards business. Tyler brought up the apartment building again
    “And between us, I hope you get it before Sarah Darzi does.”
    “She’s looking at it?” Mary-Ann gulped down more of her water. Then sipped her wine
    “Word is she started an investment fund. Actually, a private one, looking at investing in mortgages and investment properties. I thought you two were friends.”
    “Yeah, no. Not anymore.”
    “Do I want to know? Or is it girl stuff?”
    “I’ll tell you when you’re older.” The two laughed. Mary-Ann moved the conversation away from the cold-hearted Sarah. “Speaking of girl stuff, I actually have something you can help me with.”
    “Uhhh…I don’t know about that kind of stuff if that’s what you-“
    “No you dumb jock, I mean girls being bratty with each other.”
    “Oh, Oh! Hey, I’m no jock.”
    Mary-Ann playfully stuck her tongue out “Love you.”
    Tyler smiled back “Love you too. So what’s up?”
    “Well, I thought I had set Cassie straight, you remember she was really causing Karenna problems?” Tyler nodded, following the conversation “And once we got back from our field trip, Cassie had really started to produce again? Well, Monday, Karenna straight up tells her to shut up in a meeting. And not in a playful way, she really meant it! Cassie’s tried to hide it, but she’s been down all week, and I have no idea how to handle this now. Karenna’s not going to apologize, she’s still miffed at Cassie.”
    There was quiet as Tyler thought to himself. He assessed the situation, and sat back in his chair. He got and idea, and leaned forward
    “This is like when coach had both Brian Scott and Marques Williams on the team.”

    "Is this another football analogy?"
    "There's always a football analogy"
    Mary-Ann chuckled “Alright, fine. So Marques Williams huh? The running back for the New York Steel?”
    “Yeah, I played college ball with him. Anyway, he and Brian were hating on each other all training camp, practice, you name it. So coach took them both for a fishing trip.”
    “You want me to take Cassie and Karenna fishing?” Mary-Ann was starting to need to pee
    “No. I might be a jock, but I’m not that much of an idiot.”
    The two laughed, Tyler continued “So he got them on a boat and told them to start rowing out, and that he’d meet up with them out there. Well, coach never had another boat, and the two guys had zero idea what they were doing. So they had to rely on each other to get back to shore. It took them hours, but they were the best of friends after that. Still are to this day.”
    Mary-Ann understood the concept “Rockadora is in town next week. It’s one of those festivals. Maybe I could get them tickets?”
    “Bingo.” Tyler pointed “You’re so smart. No wonder you’re such a well-respected leader.”
    Mary-Ann leaned in, smiling “It’s only because I’ve got the best boyfriend.” She kissed him on the forehead “But the well-respected leader has to pee. I’ll be back in a second.”
    “Don’t take too long. I only get so much time with you.”
    The walk to the bathroom was more challenging than it should have been, the tables were laid out in a way that gave little room for people walking in both directions. At the very least, Mary-Ann was glad she wasn’t desperate. She made it to the bathroom just fine.
    The bathroom was just as stylish as the rest of the restaurant. The sides of the large center mirror were made up to look like columns and the white color gave the rest of the room’s style a Roman aesthetic. The stalls were less decorative, but were still fancy in that they were each there own closet, every person got their own space. Mary-Ann entered the center stall. She was alone in the bathroom, the piano music playing softly through the speakers. She stared at the toilet. Most normal people would have spun around and sat down at this point, but a dirty little voice spoke into Mary-Ann’s mind. It is a date you know. Remember your first one? And that time in the park? Or on the phone? He didn’t know then. He doesn’t have know now. Neither does anyone else. The devil on Mary-Ann’s shoulder hit her in her weakness. She wanted it. She was horny after all. This would only make it better. Maybe just a little. Just a taste.
    Mary-Ann hiked up her dress and sat down on the toilet without removing her panties. At first it was just a little spurt. A dime sized patch appeared on her matching blue panties. Not enough to drop into the toilet. A little more. Now her blue panties were a much darker shade. But they still absorbed all of her allotted urine. More. Mary-Ann released more, this time a small flow pushed through and dropped into the toilet water. She tried to stop. More. It feels so good. She gave in just a little longer, her stream becoming stronger. Clenching, it was time to stop and pee the way she was supposed to. Mary-Ann’s flow slowed, but was impossible to stop. The voice kicked over the last of her objections. Relax. Let it happen. You know you want this. With that, her stream arced out of the wet fabric and as she pushed even harder, more small rivulets made their way to the back of her thighs. It there was a small pool towards her backside as she let the rest fall into the toilet, her panties doing nothing to stop it. She grinded on the toilet seat, enjoying every second. Wishing Tyler knew about it.
    Another woman came into the bathroom. She used the stall next to Mary-Ann and started a weaker sounding stream. She has no idea what I’m doing. A slight moan escaped Mary-Ann lips as she finished. Goosebumps appeared on her skin as she shivered from the devious act. She dabbed the wet fabric with some toilet paper, if only to shake off the excess urine. She dropped it into the toilet and flushed.
    Making her way to the sink, she checked herself out in the mirror. You couldn’t tell a thing. Her dress was unscathed, her panties drenched. She felt horny, hornier than she had been in a long time. And she had her boyfriend with her. She tingled with excitement at what they might do, what they could do. And dinner was half over. She washed her hands and exited the bathroom. She waived to Valerie as she passed her table, the older woman was none the wiser as she smiled at Mary-Ann. None of them knew. Not the waiters and waitresses, not any of the other patrons, not even her boyfriend. Mary-Ann had peed her panties and gotten away with it. She sat back down, their food was ready, and Tyler had waited for her. She was aroused, and could think of nothing but him for the rest of the evening.
    “That might have been the best dinner I’ve had.” Mary-Ann thanked Tyler as they exited the restaurant.
    “Mine was good, but you could have served me a cooked shoe and I would have loved it. Nothing beats being with you Mary-Ann.” Tyler wrapped his arm around her waist. He was close to her still damp panties
    Mary-Ann put her head to his shoulder as they walked to her car. She was sad the evening was ending. She was sure she was falling in love with Tyler. She wanted just a little extra time with him. She looked up
    “Hey that constellation looks like you.” She made him stop
    He looked up “I don’t see it.”
    “Huh. I’ve never been good with those either. Is this better?”
    She kissed him deeply. Her hands on his cheeks, his arms around her waist. They started to make out. His hands reached down. They touched her butt. And her still damp panties. He noticed
    “Uh, Mary-Ann? Are your-“
    “I told you I liked you a lot.” She kissed him again, hoping he’d buy it
    He did. Tyler gave her butt a squeeze as they moved towards Mary-Ann’s car. She was alive, on fire with promiscuous thoughts. She broke the kiss.
    “Your hand, tiger.”
    Tyler brought his hand up. Mary-Ann grabbed it and put it on her slightly exposed thigh. The two ran Tyler’s hand up the seam, she guided him to herself.
    “Tell me what my tigress wants.”
    “Rub.”
    He did as she asked, rubbing and stimulating her, all the while assuming her panties were wet from her arousal. And they were. It was just mixed with her devious act. Eventually he had a finger or two inside her and the two bodies slammed into the SUV. Mary-Ann gave direction, and Tyler obeyed. She was grinding and squirming in the parking lot, and only by some grand luck, no one was aware what they were doing in the dark.
    Mary-Ann hugged him. She was close. He was perfect, every motion sent even more pleasure through her body. She was about to cum. She had to scream. She was going to yell. Thinking fast she bit hard into the closest thing she had. His shoulder.
    “OW!”
    “Sorry. Please don’t stop. I’m about to-“
    Tyler immediately went back to work. A moment later, Mary-Ann released, her sex juices flooded over Tyler’s hand. Their first time. Mary-Ann was on a different plane. She knew how bad she had wanted that. Keeping him in an embrace, she asked him
    “I didn’t hurt you too bad, did I tiger?”
    “I just didn’t know you bit. I can dig it if you’ve got a little kink though.”
    “Mmm…you don’t know the half of it.”
    “Maybe I’ll find out. When do I see you again?”
    “Anytime you want. I want you.” Mary-Ann was still panting
    “I want you too. I’ll call.”
    “Don’t take too long.”
    “That’s not possible, I can’t wait too long.”
    The two kissed as they broke their embrace, and Tyler walked back to his car. Mary-Ann checked to see that no one could spot the two lovers.
    “Oh, Tyler?”
    He turned around. Mary-Ann pulled the top of her strapless dress down.
    “I still promise you that these are real.”
    His jaw dropped in exaggerated shock. But he loved the sight.
    “I never doubted you. But they look unreal in this light.”
    Mary-Ann covered herself and blew him a kiss. He winked back. Sitting back down in her car, Mary-Ann couldn’t believe what a night she had. Or what kind of man she was starting to love. Would he really 'dig' what she was into?
    “Cassie, Karenna. Before we start, can I see the two of you in my office?”
    Unaware of what their boss wanted, the two followed. Anna stayed in the conference room. It was a week after Tyler’s suggestion, and Mary-Ann had kept it to herself. Karenna shut the door, the three were in Mary-Ann’s office alone.
    “I know the two of you have had problems with each other for nearly a month now. But the fact of the matter is. I respect the both of you for different reasons.”
    Cassie and Karenna exchanged looks.
    “And I know you both respect me as both your boss and your friend. So I’m asking a favor of the both of you.”
    Mary-Ann produced a flier and two passes.
    “Take today off and spend some time together. I think you two are more alike than you think.”
    “I can’t” Karenna spoke first.
    “Yeah. Um…We-we’re dressed like this” Cassie motioned to their business attire
    Both nodded.
    “So yeah, sorry boss.” Both were trying to wiggle out of it
    Mary-Ann was about to acquiesce. But she remembered Tyler’s story. How the coach just left them out there
    “Sorry girls. I wasn’t asking.”
    There was a quiet in the room. Karenna sighed. Cassie was the first to take the tickets and the flyer. She handed one to Karenna. She made another effort to atone for her earlier mistakes
    “Karenna, look, Obscure Sighs, 12 Ripe Tomatoes, the Roach Brothers.” She was pointing to each on the flier. “This could be fun.”
    “For me, Kar?” Mary-Ann pressed the issue.
    “Fine. C’mon Cassie, let’s go.”
    Cassie walked in front of Karenna until Mary-Ann called to her
    “Thanks Cas!”
    Cassie smiled at her boss. Karenna turned around and stopped. She mouthed the word to Mary-Ann
    “Really?”
    Mary-Ann clasped her hands like she was praying and mouthed back
    “Please?”
    Karenna rolled her eyes and shook her head, before exiting. Mary-Ann walked back into the conference room. Anna was doodling on her notepad
    “What ’cha drawing?” Mary-Ann was happy that the two other girls had obeyed
    “Just…stuff. So what’s happening?”
    “You’re on top of your stuff Anna. I don’t think we need our usual Friday wrap up. Cassie and Karenna won’t be back today. Do you want to go and get lunch somewhere?”
    “Uh…can we not? I just…don’t want.” She paused “Can we order something in?”
    “Sure! We’ll use the conference room.”
    Anna smiled. Still standoffish
    The rest of the morning was slow until Valerie called. The two women set up a showing in two weeks, and Mary-Ann was on the phone with her bank and financial contacts for the rest of the morning. Lunchtime came quickly, and Mary-Ann’s mouth was dry from speaking on the phone. She finished her water from the morning and joined Anna in the conference room. The astute secretary had ordered sub sandwiches.
    It was awkward to say the least. The two were quiet. The only sound was the crinkling of wax paper and the munching of sandwiches. The occasional drink of water or soda broke the two actions, but Anna remained on her phone. Mary-Ann attempted a conversation
    “Any new friends lately or experiences?”
    “No.”
    There was silence for a while.
    “What about family? The holidays are coming up.”
    “No. I did my shopping already.”
    “Oh.”
    “Yeah. My family is small.”
    Another quiet. There was a commotion outside that neither girl heard. Anna suddenly straightened in her seat.
    “I’m sorry Mary-Ann, but I’ve rea-“
    The fire alarm cut through the air in its loud sounds and whistles. Mary-Ann jumped at the sudden racket. Anna looked worried. She bit her lip. She closed her eyes as if she had just been delivered the worst new of her life. Boss and secretary ventured out into the parking garage, and followed the line of people outside. It didn’t look like anything was wrong with the building. Fire trucks could be heard in the distance.
    “M-Mary-Ann? Could we move to the back?”
    “Ok. Is something wrong?”
    Anna nodded. She looked worried. Dread was in her brown eyes. She bit her lower lip again. Mary-Ann guided her to the back of the growing crowd of people. The two had to keep walking back as the crowd grew. Mary-Ann was worried about Anna. She feared that the girl was in the middle of a medical emergency and that she was just trying to be noble. Farther. They moved back still. Even as the crowd stopped growing, Anna nearly had them at the alternate entrance to the parking garage. Mary-Ann had to intervene.
    “Anna. Please tell me, what’s wrong? Are you ok?”
    “Uh…M-Mary-Ann…I um…I had a surgery that went wrong in high school school. I-I-I” There was a sudden splattering sound on the concrete “I can’t feel when…when I have to go. Until it’s a-almost too late.” The ground was getting wet underneath the shaking Anna “I’m-I’m. I’m having an accident.”
    With that, Anna started peeing her pencil skirt. Urine escaped down her legs, and poured into her heels. A steady stream of pee splattered the sidewalk as it sprayed her legs. Anna groaned. It was happening again. Another job. Another ruined reputation. She wondered if Mary-Ann was one of the ones who was sympathetic or disgusted.
    “Awww, Anna. You poor thing.” Mary-Ann put a hand on Anna’s back
    At least she’s a sympathetic one. Anna just stood there, watching the Firemen enter the building. Why had she been given this misfortune? She was done with crying over it, she was done with getting angry. She just wanted to have peace with herself. It didn’t come with this accident. She could feel her soaked panties. She sighed.
    “I-I’m done.”
    Mary-Ann rubbed her back.
    “It’s ok. Let it out Anna. I’m here.”
    Anna appreciated the notion, but she’d heard it all before. The words rang hollow to her.
    “Do you have a change of clothes?”
    Anna nodded “My car. I don’t think anyone saw us, can we go?”
    Mary-Ann nodded. She got an idea. “I hope you have an extra for me. I didn’t get a chance when we left our lunch either.”
    That’s a new line. Anna’s was confident that Mary-Ann didn’t mean it, but it did make her feel better that someone else was at least pretending. The two entered the garage.
    “I had no idea Anna. I’m sorry.”
    “I try to keep it a secret. It’s embarrassing.”
    “Is there anything I can do?”
    “No. No one can do a thing.”
    There was some quiet. Mary-Ann made of point of crossing her legs. She wasn’t that desperate. Nor did she really need to pee all that much. Anna suddenly spoke out, anger in her voice
    “It’s just. It’s just. People are your friends and you think they’ll stick by you. Then when you become that girl that pees her pants during a presentation, or a test, or at the talent show, they all turn on you. I-I had a special bathroom rule with my teachers, because I peed my pants in class more than once. They’d let me go whenever I had to. The substitutes never understood.” She paused to breath. Anger poured out of her.  “When you try to get a job and you pee your pants in front of a customer. When your manager uses it against you. When…when…when the world hates you because of one stupid doctor!”
    “Anna. Anna I’m here.”
    “No! No! Everyone says that but they don’t get it!”
    “Well, I’m about to. Because I really can’t hold it anymore either.”
    Anna watched. A quick jet of pee flew out of Mary-Ann’s skirt. Then nothing. Mary-Ann’s mind closed her bladder. What about your rule? Screw the rule, my employee needs this. But what if someone sees? It worth it for her sake. Pee Mary-Ann, pee! The voices debated with each other until another warm trickle escaped her labia. This time it didn’t stop. It was slow, and just ran down one leg. Mary-Ann closed her widened stance. The weak stream became slightly harder, and poured down onto her left heel. It splattered for a few seconds. Anna stood in utter shock as her boss willingly peed her pants in front of her. As quickly as it started, it stopped. There was silence. Anna spoke
    “You…you didn’t really need to do that.”
    “What? Pee? I really did need to though.”
    “I can see that. But I mean….you did that on purpose.”
    Mary-Ann turned red. She hoped it had come off as legitimate. She had nothing to say, it wasn’t Karenna. There was no banter to be had. Suddenly, Anna hugged her.
    “No offence Mary-Ann, but you’re not the best actress. I know what a real accident is. What it looks like. What it sounds like. I know you did that on purpose. Thank you.” She looked up at Mary-Ann. Her eyes glossy with joy “I’ve gotten sympathy before. But no one has ever tried to walk in my shoes. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you for making me feel safe. Accepted. Thank you for making me feel a little normal again.”
    The two smiled. The first time Mary-Ann had seen one on Anna’s face.
    “I do recall asking you if you had a change, Anna. Do you have one for me?”
    Anna nodded. “Thank you.”
    Mary-Ann patted her on the shoulder. Before they ran up to Anna’s car, she snapped a picture of her wet panty-hosed leg to Karenna. It had a caption
    Parking garage doesn’t count

    A/N: While writing this, I still was cautious about continuing the rivalry between Karenna and Cassie by having Karenna yell at her first. I felt like it gave it some depth, but I'm not sure how it came across to you all as readers. Also, the relationship between Mary-Ann and Tyler, does it feel like someone she would really fall for? Is there enough here yet to make that determination? And lastly, Anna's scene. While I don't intend to make her as central as Cassie, Karenna, Chloe or Mary-Ann, I was hoping her scene didn't feel tacked-on or cheap. Did it feel rushed? How could it have been improved, and did it really fit here?
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    orangelion got a reaction from knockonthedoor in I Think my Boss Needs to Pee   
    Now that I'm starting to know Cassie, I am starting to like her a bit more. The only felt that the descriptions were lacking with Mary-Ann, but I know it was on purpose as the focus was on Cassie. I have on small nitpick with the following phrase,
    Her pee always passes through her labia so it is kind of pointless to have this phrase.
     
    As for the pee scenes, you already know that I prefer peeing scenes over wetting.
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    orangelion got a reaction from knockonthedoor in I Think my Boss Needs to Pee   
    The rivalry between Cassie and Karenna did feel natural, but I think Cassie's inner thoughts on Karenna were too harsh for someone she hardly knows. I initially though that Chloe was just interested in a sexual relationship, but her telling Justin that she hopes this relationship is serious proves she is interested in a romantic relationship. Her wetting for Karenna also means she is willing to try new things for her. Maybe their relationship will work out? Lastly, the last desperation scene was shorter than usual, but it didn't feel rushed at all.
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    orangelion got a reaction from knockonthedoor in I Think my Boss Needs to Pee   
    I agree with @PeeHour, I don't think Karenna is a bad guy. She clearly feels guilty about thinking about Mary-Ann instead of Chloe and is trying to make things work out with Chloe instead of purely using her for sex.
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    orangelion got a reaction from ashnacamon in "Maple's Syrup" by Rika   
    I too would like more. Both you art and story are great
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    orangelion reacted to Quackduck in Friends with Pee Benefits   
    My relationship with Jasmine was an unusual one; we were both comfortable with sharing the most intimate parts of ourselves, but we weren't dating. I wouldn't consider us to be friends with benefits, either. I could tell her weird sexual things I've been thinking about and she could tell me the same. Occasionally, we would do things for each other to satisfy that sexual curiosity. That was about the extent of the unusualness of our friendship.
    I'm not exactly sure exactly when it started, but at some point, casual sexual conversations led to the topic of fetishes. Not super weird. Not weird at all, actually. We were already really close, and I even had other friends that I talked about that stuff with, too. It was whatever. Jasmine brought up her classmate that had wet herself on a school trip.
    "She kept talking about how bad she had to pee the whole bus ride there," she told me,  "then she wouldn't use the bathrooms when we got there because she said they were dirty. They were pretty fucking nasty. I had never talked to this girl, but it she was making such a big deal out of it that everyone was aware of it. I stuck right next to her, cutting it up with her and asking her about, like, how bad she had to pee and shit. I was just really interested in it and I didn't know why, but after I got home, I was like... rubbing one out? And I just kept thinking about what she was doing to hold it in. She was squeezing her vagina and jumpimg around and shit. And when she started pissing herself, she spread her legs for some reason. Why would she do that? If I did that, I'd be trying to hide my pants from everyone. This bitch spread her legs and let everyone see what was happening."
    She was hesitating to say something, telling me she was nervous about what she was about to say. I listened intently.
    She said quickly, "I think I thought it was hot that she had to piss so bad? I don't know."
    "You got a pee fetish?" I said.
    "I don't know," she giggled. "I was just thinking about that."
    We were sitting on my porch eating watermelon. "You know, watermelon makes me have to pee."
    "Yeah?" she replied,  smirking. Then she didn't touch a piece of watermelon again. She left the rest for me. By the time I was polishing it off, I could feel a small urge to pee. It only got stronger as time went on, and after a while I had to go pretty urgently. I was giving her constant updates about it.
    "I gotta pee kinda bad," I told her.
    "You're cute," she returned.
    "I like sitting on my foot to help it."
    She smiled at me. I really did have to pee. I couldn't quit fucking with the front of my leggings. It was uneasiness about my uncomfortable need, but sometimes I'd pull the whole front of my pants and underwear a couple inches away from my belly. It was a small but desirable relief to remove a bit of pressure from my busting bladder,  which was so swollen with liquid that it was sticking out. I didn't have very strong urinary muscles and I wasn't used to holding in so much urine. I would have gone long before this point.
    After a while, I found myself squirming and gyrating my hips to keep from peeing. "I gotta go really bad," I said.
    "God damn, you're adorable."
    "I think I'm 'bout to go," I mumbled.
    "In your pants?"
    "To the bathroom!"
    "Just hold it in," she said casually.
    I got up and started pacing around, every step making my full bladder pulse. I squeezed myself before crossing my legs and holding my butt, too. "I gotta gooo," I complained.
    By the time I was sitting down again, I knew I was holding in too much urine. I was rocking back and forth with my fingers wedged between my heel and my crotch. My eyes were watering.
    Spurt! "I gotta piss right fucking now, dude," I blurted, jerking my butt back. "It's gonna come out!"
    "How long do you think you can hold it?"
    "F-fuck!" I was cringing, squeezing my thighs together as tightly as I could muster. I couldn't answer her. I had to concentrate. Liquid waste was about to start pushing its way out of me. I couldn't keep from squirming for even a second, or else I'd pee. As soon as I could stand, I thought, I'd bolt to the bathroom. As soon as this particular wave of my screaming, overwhelming need to piss passes, I'll stand up and run, regardless of what Jasmine says.
    But the wave didn't seem to be passing.
    "Whoa, your bladder is sticking out a lot!" she said, touching her fingers to it.
    "D-Don't push!" I whimpered.
    "I wont!" she felt around my bulge as I struggled and squirmed, wincing with almost every exhale. Contrary to what she had said before, she applied a bit of pressure, pushing out a two-second leak. "Mm-mm!" I moaned, doubling over.
    "Sorry!" she laughed. "It's really firm. There's a ton of piss in there."
    The constant surge of pressure and discomfort was too much. "I'm at m-my limit, J-Jasmine," I choked.
    "Are you gonna pee yourself?" she asked again.
    "I can't do that!" I exclaimed, rubbing my pussy and fidgeting madly. At this point, my bladder was really hurting. I needed to piss so bad I couldn't stay still for even a second. "Is that... what you w-want me to do?"
    "No, what?" she said almost defensively. "I mean... I thought it was cute when that girl did it, but I wouldn't ask you to do that, you know?"
    My entire trembling body was sweating. I hesitated, before saying "I-I actually don't know if I c-can get to the b-bathroom anymore."
    Jasmine looked at me worried and sympathic. A bit guilty, even. She picked up the container that held the watermelon, held it under my crotch and said "do it in here!"
    I shook my head, squeezing my pussy and fidgeting around shakily. My bladder felt ready to explode, shockwaves of pain being sent through its overstretched material and copious liquid contents. I looked up at Jasmine, whose whole face was flushed red watching my display. I made my choice.
    In the second that I stood up, a strong jet of piss shot out of me and soaked my underwear, the stream visibly coming through the front of my leggings. I spread my legs so she coild see as urine cascaded down my thighs and calves, collecting in a puddle at my feet and streaming down the patio. "H-holy fuck!" I moaned, my legs almost buckling from the relief. I felt Jasmine's cold fingers touch to my deflating bladder and push a bit, strengthening an already explosive stream.
    "Damn," she said, "that's an insane amount of piss."
    "I had to go so badly," I said, pulling my pussy up as the stream died out. My bladder still felt full, though.
    "Let me get you something to change into," she went into her house. I was standing with my legs spread, pee still dripping from my soaked leggings. When she came back out, she said "you can change out here. Nobody's gonna see."
    I pulled off my saturated leggings and underwear. It felt weird to be completely exposed like that while I was outside. "I feel like I still have to go," I said.
    "Then go. Pop a squat."
    "Did you think it was cute just that I pee'd myself, or that I had to go bad?"
    "Mm, both."
    I was stepping from side to side, my bladder still pulsing with urgency. My weak muscles weren't ready for another hold. "I don't think my body let me pee all the way with pants on," I said, patting myself between the legs. "I actually really gotta go. It's starting to hit me more." I went over to the hose, turned it on, and rinsed off my legs and nether regions. It was exceptionally hard to hold it in as I did this, and I found myself doing a full-blown potty dance. I held myself and kicked my feet out to drip-dry. I dried myself with a towel and started to pull the shorts that Jasmine brought me on.
    "You don't gotta get dress if you don't want to," she muttered.
    I laughed. "I don't?"
    "I mean, no one's home, you know?"
    I bent at the knees and squeezed my pussy. Then I sat on my foot. I wasn't nearly as full of urine as I was before, but it felt ready to come out. "Dude, I still really gotta go."
    "Your muscles are tired," she said, as if I didn't know.
    After about 20 minutes, I was dying again. Hopping around and dancing frantically was the only way I could keep from leaking. I jumped back onto my foot, grinding into it and feeling myself spurt onto my heel. "O-hh my fucking god," I groaned. Jasmine was sitting in front of my in the grass. As soon as I was about to give up, I noticed her move her hand to her crotch. At first, I thought she had to pee, too. Then I realized...
    I jumped up and positioned the armrest of the seat between my legs, scooting back and forth. "Is this okay?" I asked, out of breath from the strain of keeping my bladder contained. She nodded. "My bladderrr..."
    "Is- is this okay?" Jasmine pulled a small vibrator out of her pocket. I nodded. She unbuttoned her pants and put it in her underwear.
    "Feel how much," I said, moving right next to her on my knees. Her breath was shaky. I could hear the vibrator working. I was holding my pussy with one hand and my butt with the other. She touched her knuckles to my once again tight, bulging bladder. "Eep!" I squeaked as I spurted, falling back onto my butt and rubbing my pussy. I was struggling not to piss even more as the wave was still raging. "I can't hold it! I-I can't--"
    "This makes it easier," she said, handing me the vibrator.
    I spurted again as I positioned it under me with my trembling hands, it's buzzing body sending shockwaves of pleasure as it entered me. "I t-think it just made it worse--" I said, squeezing my eyes shut. My need to urinate was at a deafening scream, practically unbearable. But I wasn't leaking.
    Jasmine put her hand over mine, which was squeezing my pussy tightly. "Let go," she said.
    "I-I'm gonna pee!"
    "That's okay." I moved my hands to my sides, shaking them as my uncomfortable need to pee was surging at an all-time high. She gently ran her fingers around my pussy lips and played with the vibrator.
    "I c- I can't take it!" I moaned, jerking my shaking legs around. There was so much stimulation down there. It felt like the vibrator was plugging me up, making so I physically couldn't empty my swollen bladder. "W- what if I burst? What if my bladder explodes?"
    "Is this okay?" she asked me, laying down and running her tongue once around my clitoris. She stopped and waited for a response.
    "Y-yeah," I said, "but I don't want to pee on you. I'm scared..."
    She started eating me out, pushing the vibrator in as deep as it'd go. "Huhn-- ah... ahh... Jasmine, I'm... Oh, god, I'm gonna burst!" Tears were streaming down my face. I was so absolutely desperate to void my bladder that I couldn't think. I was dying. If I could release it right now, I thought, I would. But I can't. Oh my god, she feels so good... but I'm in so much painnn...
    "Hah- hah- hah..." I jerked my hips around when I came. It felt like I was finally going to piss, but I didn't. "Okay, stop stop--" I said, writhing around as she kept eating me out. The stimulation was overwhelming. She lifted her head, but Jasmine continued to hold the vibrator inside of me...
    "How much do you need to pee?" she said.
    "S-so f-fucking bad..." I choked. "T-take it out-"
    "I want you to go on my face," she said.
    "Oh, pleasee! I'm hurting, Jasmine! It really, really hurts!"
    I was pissing as soon as it was out. Jasmine was in the line of fire, opening her mouth and letting the stream jet against her tongue, no regard to the clothes she had on. I layed on my back and let it shoot out, relief washing over me. I had been so overstimulated that I didn't even know when I was done pissing.
    "You're beautiful, girl," Jasmine said, licking my pussy one last time. It made me jerk.
    "I've never had to go so bad," I said, touching my pussy. "I think I'm done holding it in for the day."
     
    We were back in her room. Both of us were showered and changed. I had felt a slight need to pee, but was preoccupied with conversation. Later, as we were sitting on her bed watching TV, I suddenly felt myself pissing into my underwear. I gasped and held myself, running to the bathroom. It felt almost impossible not to keep leaking as I ran to the toilet. The amount of urine that came out of my was surprising. How was I holding that much and not realizing it? I should bring it up to Jasmine.
    As I came out of the bathroom, she was pulling her pants off. "Do you want to eat me out?" she asked.
    "Yeah," I said. I suppose it could wait.
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    orangelion reacted to EnragedFilia in Research Samples   
    I wrote the first part of this almost exactly seven years ago for one of the contests on nyou fiction. I came up with an idea for a second part soon after, and now here it is at last, along with a full rewrite of the original.
    ---
    The girl looked down at the pamphlet for a few seconds, her expression quickly shifting from curiosity to confusion. Then she looked up and asked, "So like what does it actually do?"
    Clarice sighed inwardly. "Like the description there says, it's a mixture of enzymes that synthesizes a wide variety of biomolecules from commonly occurring components, so that we can research them to find any with viable medical uses." The team had tried to make the language on the volunteer information handout as simple and accessible as they could, but most of the volunteers still didn't seem to understand it and ended up asking Clarice to explain everything anyway. The one across the desk from her now had a vacant expression that seemed to say she'd and stopped listening somewhere around the word 'enzymes', and Clarice found herself wondering if the girl had even seen the inside of a biology classroom since high school. "So far we've identified several that might be useful in treating conditions including... um," the girl's vacant look was still there, her confusion slowly deepening, and she glanced down at the cup on the desk as if looking at the formula itself could tell her something. Realizing that this was getting nowhere, Clarice gave another silent sigh and continued, "well, like keeping skin clear and healthy, for one thing, and-"
    The volunteer's face lit up instantly. "Really? Aw great." After that Clarice just had to go over the details of the stipend and show her where to sign, and then the girl swallowed the formula and left to hang out at the coffee place across the street for the next half hour.
    Clarice grumbled to herself a little as she sat back down behind the campus health center reception desk. It was just like Camille said earlier. Even a girl with only the vaguest understanding of biology or medical research knew something about skin care, and all it took to get a confused undergrad volunteer to sign her consent form was a quick mention of 'clear healthy skin'. At least it wasn't lying - one of the most promising potential applications they were looking into was a treatment for certain forms of early-onset heritable hyperkeratosis - but Clarice just didn't like having to work around other people's ignorance like that.
    She kept grumbling silently about it for a few minutes until her next volunteer arrived. It was another undergrad girl, and from the mermaid logo on her cup it looked like this one had just been hanging out at that same coffee place. She paused by the door and lifted that cup, tilting her head back and striking an impressive pose in the light from the window as she drank. She was tall and slim and athletic, with nicely toned abs and very nicely toned legs. She had shoulder-length light brown hair with striking platinum blonde highlights, pulled back into a simple ponytail, and she was wearing a cute sleeveless crop top and cute tight denim short shorts and cute little strappy flip-flop-style sandals. Her outfit looked perfect for staying comfortable in today's summer heat, and one couldn't help but notice the way it nicely showed off her abs and her legs too. Finishing the last of her coffee, she tossed the empty cup in the trash and came up to the desk where Clarice was waiting.
    "Hi, I'm Tara. I saw your ad earlier, are you still looking for volunteers?" the girl asked hopefully. Clarice gave her the usual bright and cheerful welcome and handed her the information pamphlet and showed her the formula, and unlike that last airhead, when Tara opened the pamphlet and started to read it she remained eager and focused. "Okay, so it's an enzyme for synthesizing some kind of designer medical treatments," Having quickly summarized the handout's information, she looked up and asked, "Well, what kind of substrate does your enzyme act on, and what are you working on developing treatments for?"
    Clarice happily answered her questions, somewhat heartened at a prospective volunteer who actually seemed to understand her explanation. Even though Tara didn't seem to be a science major or anything, she at least remembered enough terminology to ask relevant questions, which was more than could be said for most of today's volunteers. Clarice ended up going into quite a bit more detail than usual, and while she was explaining everything Tara took out a big bottle of water from her cute backpack and cracked it open to take a few long sips. "Right now we're still trying to demonstrate that the whole approach will produce the quantity, and most importantly the variety that we need to make it worthwhile. According to the theory everything should be viable, but the only way to really be sure is testing with volunteers," Clarice concluded with a note of cautious optimism.
    "Well, it all sounds interesting anyway," Tara replied, chuckling. "And I could really use the money right now. So I just need to sign here, take this and then give a sample, right?" She looked down at the cup and the consent form and reached for the pen.
    "That's right," Clarice nodded, then glanced away quickly. When Tara leaned over the counter like that, one couldn't help but notice the way her low-cut crop top showed off her cleavage. "Uh, you can come back in about a half hour for that part."
    Tara stopped with her hand poised over the signature line and looked up. "Oh, I don't need to wait or anything. I'm all ready to go right now."
    "Yes, you can take the formula right away. It's just after that you'll just need to wait about a half hour for the enzyme to take effect."
    "Oh right, of course." Tara set the pen down, frowning. "It's just, I was kinda on the way to my final right now. Does it have to be in a half hour? How about if I come back a little later, in like an hour or two?"
    "That shouldn't be a problem." Most of the volunteers had wanted to get everything over with as soon as possible, but as far as Clarice knew there wasn't any reason why waiting a little longer should make a difference.
    "Great!" Tara exclaimed, grinning again. "I'll see you in a little while, then." She finished signing and swallowed the formula, washing it down with a few more big gulps from her water bottle, and then she left. Clarice wished her luck with her final and sat back down to wait for the next volunteer.
    Two and a half hours later she was still sitting there when the door opened again. Clarice got up right away with a smile on her face, which disappeared when she saw who it was.
    "Heyyy, how are you doing over here?" Camille asked with a smirk as she came up and leaned on the desk. "Got a lot of volunteers? Betcha I got more," she snickered. Camille was the other postdoc working on this project, and as usual she had found a way to turn it into a competition.
    Clarice sighed softly, annoyed. "Come on, Cam. You know perfectly well this is research, not some kind of race."
    "Yeah, yeah, yeah," Cam waved away her objections, "just because it's research doesn't mean we can't have a little fun with it. Anyway, I already dropped my samples off at the lab and the results should be ready soon, so just meet me there when you've got enough." She trotted off down the hall to the lab, ignoring Clarice's second annoyed sigh.
    Even though Clarice was pretty sure they had all the samples the project needed already, there was still something she had to wait for. So she sat back down and waited, but she didn't have to wait long. Not quite a half hour later the door opened again, and this time it was just who Clarice was hoping for.
    "Oh, Tara. I'm glad to see you again. I was starting to get worried that you wouldn't make it."
    "Uh-huh. Me too," Tara replied as she approached the desk, "I'm really glad I made it." Her voice seemed a bit strained and there was something odd about the way she was walking. "So um, I can just give you the sample right now, right?"
    "Of course. Come right through here," Clarice gestured to the door just next to the reception desk. "You'll just need this first..." She went over and knelt to reach into the cabinet by that door. Remembering how she would sometimes feel after a long final, she turned her head to make a sympathetic remark, but froze with a little surprised gasp when she saw and suddenly realized what was odd. Tara's face was set in intense concentration, her mouth a thin line and her cheeks gently flushed. She was walking with stiff, careful steps, her arms held at her sides and her hands balled into fists. But most striking of all was Tara's bare midriff, where one couldn't help but notice that her outfit was now showing off her nice firm abs along with a very firm, very round and very prominent bulge that could only be made by a very large and extremely full bladder.
    For a long moment Clarice could only stare at the broad swell of Tara's lower abdomen, extending from just above her bellybutton all the way down to disappear inside her shorts. Everything about the way Tara was walking seemed to suddenly make perfect sense, and it gave a whole new meaning to what she just said: Tara *really* had to give her sample *right* now.
    After a few last unsteady steps she stood right in front of the door, growing even more obviously uncomfortable by the second. Her hips were squirming and wiggling, her toes were tensed and pressed into the foam of her flip-flops, her arms were trembling, and her face was flushing brighter and brighter. She started to slowly lean forward at the waist as her feet slowly rose onto tiptoes, even as her toes themselves wiggled and squirmed. She took a shuddering breath and looked down, saying only, "Um..."
    "Oh!" Clarice exclaimed as she was startled back to attention and suddenly realized how long she had been staring at the extraordinary sight. She reached into the cabinet with the rows of cups, then paused for a moment and reached past them, all the way to the back. "I, um... yes, you'll just, um... take this." Standing up quickly, she unscrewed the cap from the extra-large sample cup and held it out with one hand while she yanked open the bathroom door with the other.
    Tara reached to take the cup, but before she could she froze and gasped, her eyes going wide. "Oh no..." she squeaked in a tiny horrified voice, and Clarice realized what that meant and looked down just as Tara thrust her hands into her crotch, trembling even more and flushing even brighter than ever. She stood motionless like that for a long moment, then snatched the sample cup from Clarice's hand and zipped past her into the bathroom.
    She gasped again and started to undo her shorts, her free hand trembling so badly she could only fumble at the button on her fly while she gasped again and then again, until finally it came open. In a single motion she grabbed the back of her shorts and yanked them down, and Clarice looked away just a bit too late to keep from seeing.
    As soon as she averted her eyes she heard the loud splattering, along with the soft hissing and the much louder moan of Tara's intense relief. "She made it," Clarice whispered, with considerable relief of her own. "I'm really glad she made it." The splattering sound steadily changed into splashing, while the moan turned into a long breathy sigh. Clarice reached back and felt for the door handle, careful to avoid looking as she closed the bathroom door. That muted the hissing but not the steady burbling splashes of a very powerful stream pouring into a sample cup at very close range, so she had to stand and listen to Tara producing her urine sample.
    It went on and on and on, and when the mighty noise finally faded away it was only a little while longer until the door opened. Tara was again fully dressed and held the very full cup very carefully, and Clarice took it and carefully screwed the top back on. She felt a bit more uncomfortable than usual as they went back to the desk to take care of the final signature and the stipend, but Tara didn't seem to notice as she took her receipt and left, still just a bit flushed and grinning with contentment.
    As soon as that was done Clarice got all the samples together and headed down to the lab where Camille was already waiting. She looked up from entering her initial data and smirked, "Looks like I got two more test subjects than you after all."
    Clarice just gave her the exasperated sigh that always meant 'quit trying to turn everything into a contest' while she arranged her set of samples alongside Cam's for analysis.
    "Still, your samples might have better results, so you haven't lost yet." Cam was still smirking. The results that mattered were what synthesis products they could identify in the samples. As long as even a few of those samples met their projections it would be enough to proceed to the next phase of research, but beyond that it didn't really matter how many they had. Clarice just gave Cam a quick glare and sat down to start entering her own data while they awaited the results of the analysis.
    When it was finished they both leaned over together to look at the screen, and for a few moments they stared in silence. Then Clarice breathed, "Wow..." her eyes going wide. "That's-"
    "How did you do that!" Cam burst out. "This is one of yours, isn't it?" She jabbed a finger at the screen, and the same set of numbers where Clarice was still staring. Most of the results on the screen were just about what they expected, right around the ranges predicted by their experimental hypothesis. But the numbers in one column, from one particular sample, were far higher, exceeding all of their projections and surpassing even their most optimistic predictions. Cam went on, "How did one of yours end up so much better than all of mine? You better not have gone messing with anything because-"
    "Will you forget about your stupid imaginary competition already, this is important!" Clarice cut her off hotly as she belatedly registered the accusation. Leaning closer, she pointed at the screen herself. "If we can confirm these results and produce them consistently, our little project could turn into a major avenue of research. Got it?" Cam closed her mouth, rethinking her indignant reply and turning back to the screen. The rest didn't need to be said. A breakthrough like that would mean major funding and prestige for the department, along with prestige and opportunities for the two lucky postdocs that made the discovery. But first they had to confirm the results.
    "Okay, so what does it mean?" Cam was calming down and focusing now. "There has to be something special about that sample, right? Unless it's just a fluke, or an error with the analyzer."
    "I'll stay here and analyze it some more to be sure," Clarice was looking at the ID number of the special sample and thinking about what it might mean. "But I think I might have an idea what happened..."
    --
    Experiment #1: The Final
    It was getting late when Clarice finished her analysis, and she was stretching her stiff shoulders as she came out of the lab.
    "Hey." Camille looked up as she approached. "Have you figured it out, then?"
    "The results are definitely accurate, if that's what you mean." She'd put that sample through every kind of analysis the lab could do, and every time the results were consistent. "Now we'll need to try to find out what happened. Like I said, I might-"
    "Too late then!" Cam burst out with a big grin. "Because I've got our answer right here. Take a look," she motioned Clarice over and turned her monitor.
    "Huh?" Clarice came over, frowning in confusion. "What do you mean? Did somebody else already publish something after all? Because I thought we checked all the archives for..." She trailed off. It wasn't any journal archive on Camille's screen, it was a video.
    The scene showed a big, moderately crowded lecture hall viewed from multiple angles. It looked like the feed from all the room's security cameras side by side. One of those cameras had a view of the main door, where a few more students were coming in and taking their seats. She watched, still wondering what it was all supposed to mean, and she was about to ask when she saw a familiar face. "Oh! That's-"
    "It's her, isn't it? I knew it! And I knew you'd recognize her too, with the highlights in her hair." Cam sounded a little giddy just now, and Clarice glanced at the pair of empty cans on her desk with the big colorful logos. Camille always had a can of that energy drink of hers when she was doing lab work, and she usually didn't stay this late, so tonight she must have had that second can to keep going a little longer.
    "It's... um, yeah, it's her." Clarice recognized that crop top and those short shorts and those long toned legs just as easily as the platinum blonde streaks in the girl's hair. That was Tara on the screen, which meant this video had to be from Tara's final earlier today.
    "See, I was looking for her name in your notes but when I saw what time you signed her up and what time you got her sample I was like, 'why did she wait so long?' and then I remembered 'duh, it's finals week!'" Cam was starting to ramble like she sometimes did when she was running on caffeine. Clarice nodded vaguely and sat down beside her, still focused on the screen. Tara was on all the cameras at once now as she sat at her desk and set her half-full water bottle next to her test. "So I was looking through today's final schedules and I thought I'd check the security cameras but as soon as I went to the server I found this instead."
    Another camera angle appeared then, a zoomed-in view from the back of the room. It was focused on the back of Tara's desk, so when Tara sat down it had a perfect view of the back of Tara's shorts. "Um..." Clarice muttered, suddenly becoming uncomfortable, "Is that, uh..."
    "Yeah, see, I found it on the department server." Cam snickered. "I guess someone noticed something interesting that happened at this test and put this together from the security camera footage. Oh but don't worry, I pulled all the original footage too just in case." All security camera footage from exam periods was freely available for anyone with an account to access as part of a 'transparency and honesty' initiative. That didn't answer her actual question, however.
    "Right but, uh..." Clarice pointed at the screen this time, "Is it trying to look at her..."
    "Yeah, see apparently there's some kind of rumor that what's-her-name there never wears underwear, and I guess someone was trying to find out if it's true." Cam snickered some more. "That's why the camera keeps zooming in on her butt, to see if it'll catch a glimpse of her buttcrack."
    "Her name's Tara..." Clarice muttered with a little grimace. She would have been more comfortable with the term 'gluteal cleavage', particularly just now that she found herself thinking about what happened earlier at the health center and especially what happened in the health center bathroom.
    After a moment Tara leaned over the papers on her desk, and another camera angle appeared. This one was a zoomed-in view from the camera at the front of the room, behind the podium and above the darkened smart board there, and when Tara leaned over she gave that camera a perfect view right down her very low-cut crop top. Zoomed in like this, it was just about clear enough to make it just about impossible not to notice that Tara was definitely not wearing a bra. Clarice looked away, uncomfortable again, and Cam pointed out, "Don't worry, it skips most of this boring part."
    Clarice glanced at the timestamp there in the corner, and sure enough after just a few seconds it flickered as the video skipped ahead several minutes. Tara was still sitting focused on her test, and hardly even looked up as she reached over for her water bottle. The camera behind her responded by zooming even closer to focus on the way her stretch made her shorts stretch and squeeze her rear end in new and interesting ways. As she raised the bottle to her lips the camera in front of her zoomed closer too, focused on the way her top strained and stretched over her firm and very perky breasts.
    Then she put the bottle back down and there was another skip, right to another sip that was just a little longer and another set of zooms just a little closer. After the third skip Tara took a longer drink, and this time Clarice noticed her legs were crossed. With the next skip she noticed Tara's leg bouncing slightly, the flip-flop dangling carelessly from her foot, and by the next it had fallen off and lay upside-down on the floor. Before long both her legs were bouncing rhythmically, and then she was gently rocking back and forth and her hips were beginning to wiggle. With every skip she seemed to be squirming more and more, but she just kept drinking from her nearly empty water bottle, too focused on her test to notice what was happening. But Clarice noticed, and she knew just what it was and exactly what it meant, and she found herself thinking back to what she saw at the health center earlier, and she also found herself thinking about biology.
    Because earlier she saw Tara arrive at the health center just finishing a nice big coffee drink, and then she saw Tara leave the health center just starting a nice big bottle of water, and just now she saw Tara arriving at her final with that bottle of water already half-empty. So now she could picture what was happening inside Tara's body just perfectly, all that fluid passing through her digestive system and into her bloodstream, the sharp drop in tonicity inhibiting vasopressin release and deactivating aquaporin in her nephrons and reducing their reabsorbtion rate, letting the excess hydration flow straight through her kidneys to her ureters for peristalsis to pump right into her bladder. And her bladder slowly and steadily filling up and swelling, until it swelled enough to trigger the detrusor stretch receptors to send their signals back up to the rostral pons. There the Barrington's Nucleus would respond and send its signals right back down to the internal sphincter and the detrusor muscle, and when Tara felt that distinctively and distinctly uncomfortable sensation it would finally notify her of was going on in her own uncomfortably full bladder.
    Of course, knowing all about the biology of the situation didn't really tell Clarice anything new about it. Just from the way Tara looked on the video during her final, it was becoming obvious enough that she had to go to the bathroom. And Clarice had already seen the way Tara looked at the health center after her final, right before she finally made it to the bathroom. But thinking about that now reminded Clarice of something else, of what Tara said at the health center before her final: "I'm all ready to go right now."
    Tara was already ready to go, she was already ready to give her sample, and she could already tell. That meant she was already feeling the discomfort that arose when her pontine micturation center sent her that signal, which meant it was already getting the signal from her stretch receptors that were already being stretched by her swelling bladder. And when she said it she had just finished drinking her coffee and just started drinking her water. After drinking all that, by the time she got to her final and sat down, Tara's system must have been quite fully hydrated already, and she was still drinking even more. And while she sat, all the excess hydration from everything she'd been drinking already along with all the additional hydration from everything she was still drinking must have been flowing freely right through her kidneys and pumping through her ureters and absolutely pouring right into her already noticeably full bladder.
    And that's what they were watching on the video. Tara's bladder was filling up more and more, swelling and stretching. Her stretch receptors were sending stronger and stronger signals, and the signals coming back were instructing her involuntary internal sphincter to relax at the same time as her equally involuntary detrusor muscle contracted, in order to cause her bladder to involuntarily empty itself. Needless to say, nothing like that was going to happen to Tara, thanks to her voluntary external sphincter and its well-developed reflex to contract and hold her urethra safely closed and keep the contents of her bladder safely inside. So Tara herself could simply sit and stay focused on her test while the tension between her detrusor and her subconsciously actuated sphincter grew stronger and stronger and the visible signs of her discomfort slowly but steadily grew a little more obvious. She squirmed, she shifted restlessly, she rocked slowly back and forth and her crossed legs began gently bouncing, a whole set of subconscious movements that together had the effect of applying a little extra pressure upon the vicinity of her urethra to help out her squeezing sphincter. And once the discomfort grew strong enough, it finally broke through Tara's focus into her conscious awareness.
    After a particularly long and intense squeeze and a little shiver that made her whole body tense up for a moment Tara looked up with an anxious and slightly worried expression. Clarice had to sympathize, especially when she thought about how much longer Tara was going to have to endure her discomfort before she hurried into the health center. For now, Tara slipped the mostly-empty water bottle back into her backpack and carefully crossed her legs, making a fully conscious effort to help with the squeezing of her sphincter muscle and hopefully help alleviate her intense discomfort.
    But that discomfort was still getting worse. Soon she was squirming and rocking in her seat constantly, completely unable to keep still. Her legs were bouncing more vigorously, both her flip-flops on the ground now and both her bare feet wrapped around the leg of the chair. She was biting her lip in anxiety and concentration as she struggled to focus on both her squeezing and her test. And throughout it all Tara's expression was like a silent squeal of distress that grew steadily in intensity and eloquence from "I gotta go!" into "Oh I really gotta go!" then through "Oh man, I gotta go so bad..." to "Oh no, I really gotta go right away!" before finally reaching its urgent anguished pinnacle of "I absolutely gotta go *right* now!!" Clarice could only watch in helpless horrified sympathy as that last flash of wide-eyed agony was followed by another shiver and a little gasp and a horrified wide-eyed stare that could only mean "What if I can't hold it!?"
    Clarice almost gasped herself when she saw it, and she had to remind herself that Tara could definitely hold it, that she already knew Tara could hold it through her whole final, because she already saw Tara when she arrived at the health center, still holding it, after her final. She already watched Tara, still holding it, hurry into the bathroom, where she could pull down her shorts and finally stop holding it and let go safely into a sample cup. But at the same moment she remembered that, she watched Tara on the screen drop her pencil and reach down with both hands and start to unbutton her fly. All her reassurances vanishing at the sight, Clarice was struck by the sudden horrifying thought that she was about to see Tara reach for the bottle in her backpack and resort to an extremely drastic emergency measure that she was sure to regret as soon as she realized she was on camera. But after just a second Tara took up her pencil and returned to her test, with her backpack still closed and her legs still crossed and her shorts still on. She was still very uncomfortable and still squirming very badly, but somehow she didn't seem quite as frantic as before. Clarice wondered why until the camera zoomed all the way in to once again focus on the back of Tara's shorts.
    Camille snickered and spoke up at that, "Looks like somebody got their answer after all," her snickers turned to chuckles, "and an even better view than they expected." Clarice ignored her laughing and just stared. A small but quite visible bit of Tara's gluteal cleavage was peeking out just a little from the back of Tara's shorts, and as she continued squirming the back of her shorts slipped a little lower and let it peek out a little more. After just a few seconds it was visible enough to make the truth of the rumor just about as obvious to anybody watching as it was to Clarice at the health center earlier, when she couldn't quite look away fast enough at the moment that Tara suddenly pulled down her shorts in the health center bathroom and couldn't help but see that Tara was definitely not wearing any underwear.
    She felt a brief pang of sympathy for Tara's slight accidental exposure, but then she remembered something else she saw at the health center and realized the other significance of Tara's descending shorts. Because if loosening her shorts like that let the back of the waistband slip down and expose her gluteal cleavage to the camera behind her, it also released the squeezing that the front of the waistband placed upon her bulging bladder, and that must be why Tara didn't look quite so uncomfortable anymore.
    She had never really thought much about something like that before or about just how much it might help in a situation like this, but it made sense right away and as soon as she started thinking about it she found herself thinking about how it might work, and she found herself thinking about anatomy. About Tara's bladder filling up and swelling and stretching enough to trigger her stretch receptors, and then swelling even more until it began to impinge on other nearby organs. The pelvic cavity, already quite cramped to begin with, becoming more and more crowded as the steady flow forced her bladder to steadily expand until it was completely squished and pressing right up against the anterior abdominal wall. With no more room left but her bladder still growing, the abdominal wall itself would start stretching and Tara's abdomen would start swelling, slowly and steadily developing into a big prominent bulge just like the one she saw at the health center earlier, right beneath Tara's bellybutton.
    But that was only when Tara came back to the health center after her final. When Tara was at the health center the first time, before her final, the waistband of her shorts was there under her bellybutton, right where that bulge would be forming. So while Tara was sitting and trying to focus on her final, with her bladder filling and beginning to stretch and her abdomen bulging and beginning to swell, it would have quickly met the resistance of her very tight shorts. With that additional constriction on top of the periodic involuntary contractions of her own detrusor muscle, the combined squeezing on poor Tara's poor bladder must have been almost unbearable.
    So by unbuttoning her shorts and releasing the constriction from her waistband, it made perfect sense that Tara would immediately make herself that much less uncomfortable. With her abdomen free to swell and bulge to accommodate her steadily filling and swelling bladder, Tara would have a little while longer to focus on her test. But even so, Clarice found herself wondering if that was all there was to it, and she found herself thinking about psychology. She had always suspected that any physiological effect which produced uncharacteristically pronounced results with unexpected immediacy might have a psychological component involved as well. For instance, if Tara had experienced something like this before then she might have ended up conditioning herself and induced a sort of Pavlovian response. Or if she had heard about something like this before trying it herself then she might have ended up anticipating the results and induced a sort of placebo effect. It was just the sort of fascinating question that someone might design an experiment to answer, perhaps with a sort of belt that could be remotely loosened and tightened...
    When she found herself thinking that, however, Clarice decided she was thinking entirely too hard about the matter, and anyway she was right in the middle of an experiment already. So she returned her focus to Tara, who was already growing very uncomfortable once again. Whatever the exact cause of her reprieve, it was turning out to be very brief. After all, whatever she might do to alleviate the tightness that was making her discomfort worse, she had absolutely no way to relieve the intense discomfort itself, or to stop her own body from making it steadily worse. With Tara's system still overhydrated her kidneys were still flowing as freely as ever, her ureters were still pumping dutifully and still filling up her already overfilled bladder even more. Tara was squirming and wiggling constantly now, rocking back and forth with her legs twisted tightly. From time to time she would freeze and stiffen with all her weight perched on a corner of the chair, her pencil held still and her whole body held tense, motionless and trembling while she clamped her legs together as hard as she could. Every time Clarice just couldn't help but picture what was happening: Tara's detrusor muscle tightening, squeezing her bladder even harder than ever, while Tara forced her sphincter muscle to squeeze just as hard to resist it.
    After a particularly long and particularly intense wave of squeezing that made Clarice wonder if Tara was going to have to reach for her backpack and resort to drastic measures after all, Tara suddenly put down her pencil and quickly flipped through her test, then started putting everything away. With no small relief Clarice glanced down at the timestamp to confirm that Tara's final and her extremely uncomfortable ordeal were both nearly over. Tara picked up her backpack and smiled as she hopped eagerly to her feet, only to let out a startled squeak and sit right back down. That sudden movement and the little jolt it delivered to Tara's highly overstretched bladder must have triggered another merciless squeeze from Tara's detrusor at the same time as Tara was momentarily distracted. She sat perched on the chair with her hands in her lap and her legs crossed tightly, squeezing and blushing as she tried to ignore the curious stares from the nearby students that glanced over at the sound. Clarice thought she must at least be glad that most of them had already left, not that it would matter much if she ever found out that it was all on camera anyway.
    When the wave passed Tara felt around with her feet to slip her flip-flops back on, then put on her backpack and stood up again, more gingerly this time. With small careful steps she started toward the front of the room, just as a smiling blonde girl in the front row stood up too and got in front of her. The blonde paused in the act of turning in her test to chat for a bit with the TA, giggling cheerfully and never even noticing Tara, who had to stand behind her waiting and squirming. Just about everyone else seemed to notice, however, especially when another very intense wave struck and Tara gasped sharply and moaned softly and bent forward, rising to her tiptoes and trembling and squirming even more than ever. Just watching her, Clarice could perfectly picture Tara's detrusor muscle contracting cruelly upon her dangerously full bladder, while Tara forced her sphincter muscle to clench just as hard as it could to keep her urethra safely closed and keep the contents of her bladder safely inside. For a long moment she stood there trembling just like that, while everyone behind her looked up one by one at the remarkable sight of a tall athletic college student acting just like a little girl who was just about to wet her little panties.
    Only the blonde girl never noticed, and for a moment Tara didn't notice either when that girl turned with a final giggle and trotted cheerfully out the door. Then the wave slowly receded and Tara gradually became aware of the TA sitting there staring at her. She straightened and silently handed over her test, then turned and carefully headed for the door herself, showing the camera beside it a perfect profile of her bare midriff as she passed. The still frame of that moment remained on screen beside the other cameras as the door closed behind her, and the big firm bulge clearly visible beneath Tara's bellybutton looked exactly like Clarice remembered.
    When it was over she sat back, emotionally exhausted from watching and sympathizing with Tara's struggle and with a whole new appreciation for the real value of her sample. She already knew what it could mean for the project, but seeing what Tara really went through to bring it safely back to them somehow made it seem even more precious. "That's it, right?" Cam sounded excited. "It's exactly what we needed!"
    Clarice nodded distantly. "Yeah, she gave us just what we- huh?" she started before she thought about what Cam meant.
    Cam went on, "This explains everything. The numbers we saw, and what happened with the sample." She giggled, still giddy and now triumphant besides. "It was in her bladder the whole time!"
    "It was... what?" Of course the sample was in Tara's bladder, that's why Tara had to sit through her final squirming and suffering, so that she could get back to the health center afterward to give her sample. But that wouldn't explain the numbers and the results from the sample. Unless...
    "The formula, I mean. The enzyme. It spent that whole time in Tira's bladder, that's how it happened!"
    "I told you, her name's Tara. And what does that have to do with it? Do you mean-"
    "It's the hormones and the pH balance, just like we were dealing with in the first place, remember?" In the earlier stages of the project they'd had to spend a bit of time and quite a bit of effort coming up with an enzyme that would remain fully active under the conditions of their experiment, including pH level and especially hormone levels. Even after all that, they'd had to exclude quite a lot of potential volunteers, in particular all males and anyone over about 26. "That whole time we were just trying for something that would keep working when a volunteer takes it, and we ended up with something that works even better in a volunteer's bladder!"
    "In the... oh. So then that means..." She had to admit the idea almost made sense. The enzymes would pass through the kidneys unaltered, along with all of the products and most of the major reactants. And the bladder would have a very different pH level, which had to have a major effect on their activity. They would need to do some calculations and maybe another experiment to figure out just what effect, of course. But still, it seemed like there was something else too...
    "So it's simple. Your girl Tara waited longer than the others, so the enzyme spent more time in the bladder and ended up being that much more effective." Clarice nodded slowly, something still tickling at the edge of her mind. Cam went on. "Now, according to the timestamps, she must have come back after about two and a half hours, right?"
    "Yeah, I guess. Maybe it was closer to three," she answered distantly. "The exact times should be in the system if you need to check."
    "Perfect! I've waited at least three hours." At that apparent nonsequitur Clarice looked up, just in time to see Cam slide halfway off her chair and lift her top slightly, just far enough to expose her midriff and reveal the quite sizable bulge there.
    "...Huh? Wh-what do you-" Clarice gaped and sputtered as Camille reached into her desk drawer and took out a sample cup. "Y-you mean- Are you going to-?"
    "I took the formula earlier, and I had plenty to drink since then," nodding vaguely toward the empty cans on the desk, Cam unscrewed the sample cup and started to undo her pants. "So my results should be just like Tara's, right?"
    "That's-" Camille began, trailing off as something occurred to her. "But that's self-experimentation." There were strict department policies against using any results obtained by self-experimentation, mostly designed to avoid giving researchers a reason to consider using themselves when they couldn't find volunteers for potentially dangerous experiments. "You know we can't include anything from-"
    "Then I won't include it," Cam said with a shrug, squatting carefully. "Anyway, this isn't even an experiment, I'll just verify our interpretation of Tara's results." She pulled her pants down to her ankles before pulling her panties down to her knees, so Clarice was able to look away in time. She shifted slightly and gingerly looked back, careful to avoid seeing something impolite. Instead she watched as Cam positioned the sample cup between her legs and gave a little sigh.
    There was a moment of silent suspense and then the stream shot out, with a hissing and splattering sound that gradually turned into splashing as Cam emptied her bladder and filled her cup. Clarice found herself thinking back to that other splashing stream she heard earlier. It was the same, but... it was different too. And that meant...
    "I got it!" she exclaimed, jumping to her feet with a gasp.
    Cam glanced up with a smirk, "I knew you'd figure it out. It's still a pretty nice breakthrough, but really not enough for a major-"
    "Not that! It's-" she struggled for words. The burst of insight was like a camera flash or a lightning bolt, illuminating every detail all at once, not like figuring things out but just seeing it laid out right there from end to end. She had to take a moment to organize the idea before she could even begin to explain any of it. "It was- the enzyme, it was in her bladder, just like you said. But it wasn't just there for longer, it-." She paused, took a breath and tried to focus and rearrange her thoughts into something more coherent. "Tara didn't just wait longer than the others. She waited as long as she *possibly* could." Cam just frowned and nodded slightly. "So that whole time the enzyme was working, right? But while it was working she was still waiting and- I mean, she was still holding it, so the conditions were shifting. I mean, the- the pH level and-"
    "And the hormones," Cam breathed, her voice rising and quavering as the same realization dawned on her too. "The hormone levels were shifting while the enzyme was still working. And the reaction's products-"
    "The parasympathetic response triggers the Pontin- th- the PMR," Clarice took another breath and forced herself to slow down a little. "So that once the reaction gets going the stress hormones spike, and that shifts the conditions for the enzyme. But now since the reaction's products are there too-"
    "They become the new reactants... in a second-order reaction!" Cam exclaimed breathlessly as the last piece of the puzzle slipped into place. "That's where the extra products came from, there was a whole new set of reactions that we never even considered."
    "And it could keep going too. There's no telling how many iterations are possible with different permutations of... well, hormone levels, and, uh-"
    "That girl... she gave us a new set of reactions with a whole new set of products," Cam went on, "and all she did was keep holding it a little more."
    "There was nothing little about it," Clarice muttered with some irritation. "I mean you saw what happened too." She shuddered slightly at the thought of what poor Tara had to go through.
    Camille looked down and shifted her legs slightly to examine the bulge beneath her bellybutton. Again Clarice jerked her eyes away from the impolite view. She didn't need to look any longer than that to tell that as big and impressive as it might be, Cam's bulge was nothing at all like Tara's, and her stream was nothing at all like Tara's either. That stream was just starting to taper off now as her bladder finished emptying itself, but in just the time it took to fill her sample cup everything had changed. "You're right," Cam admitted, "this really is a major breakthrough." She looked up and started to grin. "And now we've really got to keep researching it."
    Clarice nodded. "Of course. We'll need to come up with a whole new experiment." She frowned in concentration as she thought about how to design one. There were so many new factors that might be relevant to their new hypothesis, so many things they hadn't even considered before.
    "You've been in the lab for a few hours, right?" Camille asked casually as she screwed the lid back on her sample cup.
    "Mm-hmm, I guess." Lost in thought, Clarice answered before she thought to wonder about the meaning of the question.
    "And you were at the reception desk for a few hours before that, weren't you?" Cam was pulling her pants back up.
    "I-" Clarice looked over and narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Well yeah, since just after lunch. Why does that-" 
    "Great!" Cam declared, setting her sample cup down on the desk with a thump, then reaching again into her desk drawer. "And I noticed you had that energy drink earlier, too."
    Clarice nodded uneasily. "Um, yeah. I had three today..." she trailed off as the direction of Cam's questions and their meaning began to dawn on her. "Wait, do you mean-"
    "Oh, that's perfect," Cam declared as she got out a fresh dose of the formula they'd prepared for today's volunteers. Looking at that, Clarice found herself suddenly becoming highly aware of a gentle yet quite distinct and quite uncomfortable feeling. A feeling that must have been gradually building while she sat in the lab, too focused on her work to notice it at all. A feeling that, she now suspected, was going to get quite a bit more uncomfortable before her work was quite finished tonight. "So I guess you shouldn't need too much longer then," Cam concluded, rising from the drawer and plunking the formula down on the desk, along with a fresh empty sample cup.
    Her suspicions confirmed, Clarice's face fell, while Cam just grinned happily and added, "Tara showed us just how long she could hold it, so now let's just see how long you can hold it."
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    Experiment #2: The Game
    Another cheer went up and she swept her view over the audience again, paying particular attention to the group of girls in the front row.
    "Wow, this is getting really good," Cam said next to her. "How does it look over there?"
    Clarice gave a little irritated sigh before she replied, "It's coming along alright." After another sweep of the front row she lowered her binoculars and glanced over. Just as she thought, Camille seemed to be paying a lot more attention to what was happening with the game down on the field as with the audience up in the stands. They needed binoculars to see much of anything from these seats all the way up in the highest row, which at least meant they could watch the audience without being too obvious about it. Raising her own binoculars again, she looked back at the front row. The last of the cheers were fading now and the girls that had stood up were sitting back down, while the girls that had only leaned forward to cheer leaned back again, and just about all of them crossed their legs. When the last of the excitement faded it seemed to be replaced by a sense of anxious restlessness, and when a girl all the way at the far end of the front row leaned over to say something to the girl next to her Clarice couldn't help but imagine that she was saying something like, 'I gotta go'.
    "Everything's progressing just as expected." Clarice went on without lowering her binoculars again. Down there a different girl from the second row got to her feet and started moving away, only to stop with a look of dismay when she saw the big long line right where she was headed. She hesitated, looking nervously back down to the field, then returned to her seat, still holding it. "It's starting to look like this might just work out after all"
    "Well of course!" Cam said with a snicker, not quite bragging but still sounding a bit smug. "I knew you'd change your mind." It was Camille that came up with this whole idea, and at first Clarice had her doubts about it. There were just so many unpredictable factors, and Cam was never exactly the best at planning out all the details and thinking through every little possibility in her experimental designs. But at least so far everything seemed to be turning out exactly like she said it would. It was most visible there in the first few rows, but wherever Clarice looked she saw the same thing. All over the crowded stadium there were girls looking restless and crossing their legs and even starting to squirm, showing all the signs that they all had to go. And it was all thanks to Cam's plan, and everything that she and Clarice set up earlier, before the game started.
    First they'd checked on the 'collection apparatus'. It had been set up in the parking lot last night, so all they really had to do was make sure that none of the equipment got damaged in transport or anything. The first few sports fans were starting to arrive then, just waiting there in the parking lot chatting and drinking. Cam said that was a sort of tradition before all the bigger games, and sometimes a few of the smaller but more important games like this one. After a while they started lining up at the ticket counters, and it was time for Cam to get to work.
    'Hi there! We're here from the health center for a little experiment,' she could still hear that opening line, the one they'd practiced so many times to get just enough of a 'bright and breezy' tone to soften the 'sales pitch'. 'Would you like to help out with a quick taste test?' She could still see the prospective volunteers' faces too, the uncomfortable wariness there disappearing when it became apparent they weren't being asked to donate anything or fill out any opinion survey. And then the eagerness that appeared when a volunteer saw what was in their little cooler. It was a very warm morning, after all, and anyone that didn't bring anything to drink before the game must have been regretting it, while anyone that did had just had to leave it behind in the parking lot. So the offer of a nice cold drink must have been a very welcome one to a volunteer who was already stuck in line anyway, and even better if she could help out 'the health center' all without doing anything more difficult than presenting a student ID and answering a few questions about the taste.
    The answers they got were mostly along the lines of 'tart and tangy', which made sense since it was mostly just ordinary fruit juice, but of course the taste test wasn't the real point. Because when those volunteers signed the questionnaires they also signed a consent form, and hardly any of them even glanced through it when they did. And nobody at all seemed to notice the part on the third page where it mentioned 'collecting samples'. So they'd ended up with plenty of volunteers who happily drank their juice with the formula in it and signed their forms with the consent release, and now all that was left to do was wait until it was time to collect all their samples. Of course there were plenty of guys that ended up volunteering too, but Cam had planned for that and made sure to bring plenty of extra juice without any formula, both for guys and for any girls that wanted a refill. They couldn't give any of their test subjects a double dose of formula, after all, so any girls that were extra thirsty just got extra fruit juice, and that ought to be just fine for their experiment.
    "Hey, it really is coming along over there," Cam said, and swept her view over the audience. There seemed to be some kind of lull in the action on the field, and Cam seemed to have remembered that they were supposed to be here monitoring their experiment and not just watching a game. Quite a few audience members seemed to have noticed the lull as well, and were taking advantage of the opportunity to get up and take a quick break. Clarice watched as a little group of girls from somewhere around the third row got up together and hurried over to the back of the nearest line and waited there, looking a little nervous and quite a bit restless. They waited just about long enough for the line to start to move a little before there was another cheer as the action seemed to resume, and those girls looked anxiously back down at the field and almost all of them hurried right back to their seats, still holding it. "Oh yeah, looks like this is going to work out just great," Cam chuckled, turning her attention back to the game too.
    Apparently it was a really exiting game, just like Camille said it would be. Clarice herself could hardly even make sense of what was going on when she looked at the field, let alone everything Cam had excitedly explained about it earlier. From what she could understand it had to do with some longstanding intercollegiate rivalry and both teams' star players returning from some sort of hiatus, but whatever Camille said the reason for it was, Clarice could easily see the truth of it right in front of her. Just about the whole crowd seemed to be really getting into it and growing steadily more excited, especially there in the first few rows. And at the same time, Clarice could see just as easily that quite a lot of the crowd was also growing steadily more uncomfortable, especially right there in the front row. But even as the girls there became more and more nervous and restless, their tightly crossed legs starting to bounce irrhythmically, not a single one got up from her seat. They all just sat there and they all just kept holding it, just like Cam said they would.
    'Those are the biggest fans, there in the front row,' she'd explained earlier, while they watched those girls in colorful miniskirts take their seats, 'so they're gonna be our best shot at getting results.' Clarice had nodded along. She recognized most of the girls there from the parking lot when they'd been drinking before the game, and almost all of them from the ticket line when they'd participated in the 'taste test', so she could easily picture just what was happening inside those girls' bodies. Even as they all sat down, all ready to enjoy the game, their kidneys would be all ready to send all the excess hydration from all they had to drink right through their ureters and right into their bladders. Then the formula could do its work, and before long they would all have their samples all ready. That just left the question of how many of those girls would actually end up delivering those samples to the collection apparatus in the parking lot. Cam had laughed off that concern, however, saying, 'Don't worry. Like I just said, they're the biggest fans.'
    Then she'd explained that too. 'See, the stadium has nowhere near enough bathrooms. I guess the designers decided to like almost double the seating capacity at the last minute or something, but they couldn't double everything else when they did, so now there's always a big line at almost every game.' Clarice had nodded again, starting to understand. Of course if the stadium had a little too much seating capacity and not quite enough bathroom capacity it would end up having a really big line at all the bathrooms, especially when it was filled almost to capacity like this one was right now. 'Anyway, the fans that are at all the games know all about the lines, so they know there's no way to go for a bathroom break without missing at least a few plays.' Of course having to wait in a line like that during the game would mean missing something, and of course a sports fan wouldn't want to have to miss anything, especially any of a game that was as exciting as this one seemed to be. So if those girls in the front row were the biggest sports fans, then of course every one of them wouldn't want to get up to take a bathroom break if she could possibly help it. 'The way this game is going, those girls definitely won't want to miss a single play,' Cam had concluded with a self-satisfied smirk, 'so they'll definitely want to keep holding it.'
    That was the real purpose of Cam's experimental design, and the real reason they were here at the stadium. They could provide every volunteer with the formula along with plenty of juice to send it into her bladder where it could get to work, but it was the game itself that provided that volunteer with the motivation to keep it there in her uncomfortably full bladder and resist the resulting discomfort while it did its work. So now, just like Tara when she ended up stuck in the middle of her final with her bladder rapidly filling up and she just had to keep holding it and holding it, every one of those girls there in the front row was going to end up stuck in the middle of the very exciting game right when her bladder was filling right up, and she was just going to have to keep holding it and holding it and holding it. Clarice just had to sympathize with them after watching everything that Tara went through, and especially after going through the same thing herself.
    After their breakthrough in the lab and once they'd analyzed Cam's 'verification' sample, the two of them had gone back to the lounge to discuss everything, and to wait until Clarice was ready to produce her own 'verification' sample. Mostly they were brainstorming the next experiment to test their theories, and for a while that was enough to keep her comfortably distracted. Except apparently brainstorming wasn't quite as distracting as lab work, and she already had to go pretty bad and it just kept getting worse and worse until before long she had to go really bad and she could hardly concentrate on brainstorming at all. Again and again she found herself picturing what was going on inside her, all the excess hydration from all those energy drinks she had earlier flowing right through her kidneys into her bladder, and her bladder stretching and swelling as it filled up, triggering the stretch receptors that were making her more and more uncomfortable. For a while Cam kept on brainstorming and coming up with her experimental design all by herself, well after Clarice was hardly even listening anymore, until at last she fell silent too and only watched as Clarice squirmed and struggled as hard as she could to just keep holding it.
    The more she thought about it the more she found herself sympathizing with all the volunteers that were going through the same thing right now, more and more of them starting to squirm, rocking forward and back in their seats, their tightly crossed legs bouncing more and more restlessly even as she watched. When that girl at the far end of the front row leaned over again and said something to the girl next to her, this time Clarice could only imagine that she was saying 'I really gotta go'. She was starting to suspect that particular girl might not be quite motivated enough deliver her sample to the parking lot after all, no matter how big a sports fan she might be. It was only going to keep getting worse, after all, and there would be a convenient break pretty soon, halfway through the game. Clarice had to expect that girl and probably quite a few of the others in the front rows there might just decide to take their chances and hope they could get through the line and use the bathroom and get back without missing too much of the game.
    She kept waiting and kept watching, and sure enough it just kept getting worse all over the stadium and especially there in the first few rows. By the time the teams started to leave the field it seemed like almost every girl there was squirming at least a little. Clarice fully expected to see quite a few of those girls get up and hurry to join the lines at the bathrooms, maybe even most of them. But to her surprise and confusion not a single one did. She was leaning over toward Cam to say something about it when she was interrupted by a fresh wave of cheering.
    It was the cheerleaders, filing out of the locker room and lining up right near the middle of the field, along with some new music. "The squad always puts on a pretty good halftime show," Cam was saying. "And I think they might have something special planned for today." Of course. This was the halftime show that the cheerleaders were about to perform. Because the break was called halftime, now she remembered. "I hope so anyway. If it's good enough they could even help us out a little." Clarice nodded, starting to understand. It looked like most of the audience was willing to miss the halftime show in exchange for the chance to take a badly needed bathroom break, even those who'd been putting it off until now. But the 'biggest sports fans' there in the first few rows all seemed to be fans of the halftime show too. Only a few from the third and maybe the second rows were getting up, and none at all from the first.
    They all just sat there and kept squirming and kept holding it, watching the cheerleaders and their show just as intently as they watched the game, even though Clarice could tell almost all of them had to be really uncomfortable by now. And when the cheerleaders' show got to its big finale the girls there scooted forward like they were about to jump up as soon as it was over, and Clarice had to imagine they were all getting ready to dash for the bathrooms in the hopes of getting there and back in time for the second half of the game. Sure enough, as soon as the cheerleaders were finished and the crowd started to cheer the entire front row leaped up all at once, except instead of hurrying away the girls all jumped on top of their seats and raised their pom-poms over their heads and gave a cheer of their own.
    They were dancing, Clarice realized after a moment of confusion. Standing on their chairs like that they could only sort of hop in place and twist around and shake those pom-poms they'd pulled out from under their seats, but still they were putting on a show just like the cheerleaders just did. "Oh wow," Cam said with a laugh, "I guess this is what I heard about. It wasn't the cheerleaders, it was those fans that had something special planned." Clarice nodded, understanding right away. It explained why they were all wearing miniskirts, for one thing, and it explained why there were only girls there in the front row. Those girls must have planned everything out in advance, especially to have brought those pom-poms in and stashed them under their seats, and even their outfits must have been selected specifically to resemble the cheerleaders' costumes, she could see now. Their tiny little colorful miniskirts looked just like the cheerleaders' except a little lighter and shorter, and their tight colorful tops looked like the cheerleaders' except a bit tighter and more low-cut. And when a few of the girls started doing high kicks she could see that even their very colorful underwear looked a little like the cheerleaders' costumes' underwear too, except a lot tinier and skimpier.
    Apparently the audience noticed that too, and they seemed to really appreciate the sight because they were cheering even more than before. That encouraged the girls to keep kicking even more and even higher, until just about every one was flashing her skimpy little panties. "They sure don't mind giving the crowd what they want," Cam was still laughing as the cheers went up, and she grinned with satisfaction as the show wound down and the cheers faded. "And I think they just gave us what we want, too." Clarice winced in sympathy as she looked again and understood. Those girls in the front row were sitting back down, and she noticed one petite girl with a cute but sort of mousy look sitting right near the end glance over her shoulder, only to turn back around with a very nervous expression when she saw what the lines looked like now. Those lines were longer than ever, and with the halftime break almost over there was simply no way that girl or anyone else could get in line now without missing most of the rest of the game.
    "She missed her chance," Clarice muttered. That petite girl definitely had to go pretty bad, and the halftime break was the best chance she was going to get, but she just missed it. "They all missed their chance." Just about all the other girls in the front row there had to go just about that bad too, since they'd all been holding it the entire first half of the game. And now that they'd all just missed the chance to go at the halftime break, they were all going to have to just keep holding it.
    "I know. It's even better than I expected," Cam looked up, still grinning. "I was just hoping we wouldn't lose them all at halftime, but thanks to that halftime show of theirs we didn't lose any." Clarice nodded along, with a slight grimace at how Cam had put it. "Since those are the biggest fans they're at every game so they know all about the stadium's bathroom situation," she went on. "So every one of them knows better than to try to wait in line, except maybe at halftime if she really has to go." She giggled again. "And I guess when they planned their little bonus halftime show for today, they just weren't planning that anyone would have to go that bad." With a fresh grin she concluded, "They all planned to just hold it until the end of the game, and now they have to go really bad but they just have to hold it anyway."
    Watching it now, Clarice had to admit that it looked like Cam was right, and she had to shudder with sympathy too. None of the girls in the front row made any move to get up, and only a couple of them even glanced back at the lines, even as the evidence of their discomfort returned just like before and just kept getting worse. She looked down and focused on one and then another, and from every girl she saw some kind of sign. That girl there, bouncing in her seat with restless energy. That girl a few seats down, perched on it stiffly and keeping very still. Both of the girls beside her were rocking steadily back and forth, and all the way at the end one girl was outright squirming. After a second that girl turned to her friend, and Clarice could practically hear her saying 'I gotta go so bad.'
    She couldn't help but sympathize with what they were all going through, and she couldn't help but think back and remember what it was like when she went through it herself. Sitting in the break room and squirming as she tried to listen to Cam going on about her experimental design. And then just sitting and squirming and squeezing as she struggled to keep holding it and holding it. Really she didn't even need to keep holding it anywhere near as long as she did just for verification, but every time she thought about just popping the cap off her sample cup and just letting go already she found herself thinking about Tara, and she just couldn't do it.
    Because poor Tara never had that option, she never had a sample cup with her so she never even had a choice. She was stuck there taking her final and the whole time she just had to keep holding it, and then after that she had to keep holding it the whole way back to the health center. She ended up holding it just about as long as she possibly could, until her poor bladder was so incredibly full that it must have been almost unbearable, just to safely deliver her precious sample. And she never even knew anything about how precious that sample really was. They only discovered that afterward, and they owed the breakthrough to Tara and everything she went through. Thinking about it that way, it felt like Clarice owed it to Tara to go through the same thing herself and hold it as long as she could.
    That was the motivation she needed the other day when she sat there in the break room squirming and squeezing, and it seemed like today the game itself was the motivation the sports fans needed while they sat there struggling and squirming in the front row. Almost all of the first three rows were clearly squirming now, or at least beginning to, and almost all the rest were clearly trying very hard not to, sitting very stiffly and keeping very still in contrast to the restlessness all around. "Wow, this is going so great. I can hardly believe it," Camille muttered without looking away. "And the game is getting so exciting, nobody's gonna want to miss any of it." Clarice nodded agreement. She wasn't even watching the game or trying to make any sense out of it anymore, but watching the audience and especially the girls in the front rows told her all she could want to know about how exciting it was, just by seeing how very bad those girls had to go. Because every girl that was still sitting there and still holding even when she clearly had to go that bad was clearly determined to just keep holding it just as long as she had to.
    At least that shouldn't be too much longer. By her estimation and what she remembered of the schedule Cam showed her earlier there had to be less than a quarter of the game left, as long as it didn't go over the time like she said it could. Clarice really hoped that it wouldn't, and the girls all over the stadium squirming and struggling had to be hoping the same thing. All but the most stubbornly determined girls were squirming openly now, and when Clarice noticed one of them starting to tremble she looked and suddenly found herself watching at the very moment that girl's determination faltered, her composure cracked, then crumbled, and all at once she was squirming just as badly as everyone all around her. She watched the same thing happen to more and more of them, one by one, until there was just a single girl left, right there in the middle of the front row stubbornly sitting very stiff and mostly still.
    She was a particularly tall girl with particularly striking bright red hair, and she was already trembling and clenching her fists and crossing her legs as tightly as she could. Her lips were pressed together in a tight little line, her face scrunching up in intense concentration and turning almost the same color as her hair. She was doing just about everything she could without joining the squirming all around her. "It's just perfect," Cam murmured. "I was actually a little worried at first, mostly about the juice. But it looks like I got the blend just right after all. If anything it was maybe even a little extra." She chuckled gently, and Clarice nodded absently at that before she thought about it and frowned.
    "Uh, the blend...?" she started, slightly confused. "I thought, um, isn't it just ordinary juice?"
    "Oh yeah, it's just juice" Cam nodded. "I mixed it myself. Cherry and raspberry and apple, a little cranberry. And plenty of watermelon." Clarice nodded again, more slowly, but after a moment she remembered something. Watermelon. And apple too, and maybe cranberry although she wasn't so sure about that. Really she'd only glanced through a couple papers about it, but the exact research results weren't really the important part, and now she remembered just what it was about those fruits.
    "Diuretics..." she breathed, the meaning of what she'd realized becoming clear to her even as she said it. "They're... diuretics." She couldn't quite remember the mechanism of action just now, except that it was maybe better classified at least to some extent as an aquaretic effect, but that wasn't the important part either. Apple juice and especially watermelon juice were both natural diuretics, and when those volunteers took their samples they all drank a nice big dose of that juice along with it, and some of them even got a double dose. Including, she suddenly remembered quite clearly, a certain redheaded girl.
    She was still looking down at the front row, where that same redhead was now sitting stiffly and trembling and struggling. And between the memory of that girl drinking her juice before and the sight of that girl suffering the consequences now, Clarice's found her mind filling in the details of what happened since then. The redhead girl reaching her seat, the drinks she had with her friends in the parking lot just starting to flow through her kidneys just as she sat down with her friends to enjoy the game. And then while she sat there, the juice she drank along with her sample adding to the flow, and at the same time the diuretic action of that juice gently coaxing her kidneys to increase the flow a little, and then a little more. With all the juice she had to drink, it wouldn't have taken long at all until her kidneys were flowing at full blast and sending all that excess hydration pumping through her ureters and pouring right into her bladder, all while she just sat there and tried to ignore the steadily worsening discomfort. But her kidneys just kept flowing, her bladder just kept filling up, until it was just too full to ignore and all the redhead girl could do was just sit there trembling and struggling and trying as hard as she could just to keep from squirming.
    But she couldn't. Even as Clarice watched, the redhead girl's trembling turned into a sudden shudder and her expression seemed to shift from determination into dismay, and she shifted position just slightly and just like that she was squirming. The entire front row was squirming, every single girl there quite clearly suffering her own intense distress from her own incredibly full bladder. Their squirming and struggling was just impossible to suppress and totally impossible to hide, so completely obvious that the entire front row might as well have been squealing all together at the top of their lungs 'I gotta go!!!'
    It was an unbelievable sight, and Clarice just stared, hardly blinking, until suddenly she was snapped out of it by a wave of noise from all around. She jerked in surprise and looked around as the stadium erupted with cheering. Just about everyone was cheering, from the front rows to all the way up here where she was, including Camille right next to her. "They won!" Cam turned to shout at her over the noise, although even Clarice had realized that much. The game was over and the home team had won, so all the fans were cheering for them. "That was so awesome!" She sat back down, still giddy with excitement, and raised her binoculars again. "The whole game was totally awesome. And it looks like they all thought so too." She was looking down at the front row, and Clarice looked down too at the girls there, some laughing and others jumping for joy while a few hugged each other. And all their excitement and victorious exultation was only adding a whole new level to their already urgent distress.
    Those two girls there laughing were just about doubled over with their hands jammed between their legs, and when that girl there landed from her little jump the little jolt made her eyes go wide and she doubled over too. Another girl that was even more excited and imprudently tried to jump even higher let out a little squeal when she landed and suddenly dropped into a crouch, and those two girls hugging each other were doing so with one arm and had the other hand squeezed between their legs, just like at least half of the other girls around them had at least one hand between their legs too. The cheers were fading now and all over the audience people were getting up to leave, and after a few more moments of celebrating the girls in the front row started lining up and leaving, still squeezing and squirming and struggling as hard as ever.
    "Come on. We should hurry," Cam took her hand, snapping her out of it as she led the way up the steps. "We can see a little better from up here." There was a sort of balcony area all the way at the top of the stadium, with nobody else there at all just now because it was too small for any seats. As they got up there and raised their binoculars together Clarice realized it really did have an even better view and they could see just about the entire stadium like this. "Good, they're on the way out," observed Cam. The line of girls from the front row was slowly pushing through the crowd and making their way around the curve of the stadium toward the main exit, hardly even glancing at the much longer line at the nearest bathroom as they passed it. The girls themselves were drawing plenty of glances from all around, of course, as those in the crowd and especially in the line turned to look. Another big group of girls trotted up, also squirming and bouncing noticeably as they got into line, only to stop and stare wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the extraordinary sight passing by. Because right now that entire group of highly dedicated college sports fans in tiny colorful miniskirts was acting just like a group of little girls that were trying as hard as they could just to keep from totally wetting their little panties.
    "Just another minute or two now," Cam was saying. "They just have to make it to the parking lot and we'll have all the samples we could want." Candice nodded anxiously, although she couldn't quite share Cam's show of confidence. She watched the girls approach the stadium's lobby area, with the main entrance that led right out to the parking lot. And she watched their faces, their expressions, all of them just like the expressions of little girls that were right on the brink of totally wetting their little panties. Just looking at their faces like that one by one she could practically hear them all squealing just like little girls, 'I gotta go!', and 'I really gotta go!!', or 'I gotta go so so sooo bad!!!', and then 'I can't believe how bad I gotta go!!!!', and even 'I gotta go *RIGHT NOW*!!!!!'. At last they came around the corner and hurried into the lobby and saw it, and suddenly came to a stop. One by one they stopped right in their tracks, their expressions suddenly shifting as the saw the lobby, with the main entrance and the main bathrooms, and the absolutely enormous line.
    'Oh no...' she could see it written right there on all those faces, as all at once the agonized yet eloquent squealing there was replaced by that little whimper of horrified dread. The last of the group came around the corner and the last of the girls saw the huge line there in front of the girls' room, filled with girls squirming and squeezing and struggling to hold it. It snaked back and forth across the lobby and out the other side, disappearing out of sight around the curve of stadium so that it was impossible to even see the end. And for those girls standing there and looking at it, their dread and horror blossoming into despair, that line might as well have been endless. 'Oh no... I- I can't...' those expressions seemed to squeak. A few of them were looking around frantically, hoping to somehow find something that might save them, anything that might give them a way out. But there was nothing to be found, even the boys' room had a line stretching out the door, and the main entrance out to the parking lot were so far away they might as well have been in another time zone. Clarice caught sight of the redhead girl from earlier, with a glint of panic in her eyes and that expression still on her face, the expression of someone perched right on the brink and tipping, sliding, starting to tumble helplessly into total despair. It looked just like the expression of a little girl at just the moment that she finally realized she just couldn't make it, she just didn't have a choice, she just couldn't help it, and she really was just about to totally wet her little panties, because she just couldn't hold it.
    The despair seemed to sweep over them like a wave, and all those girls gave a little shudder as their expressions shifted entirely into sheer horrified despair that all squealed 'I can't...' But before they could finish that silent cry the redhead girl whipped her head around and cried out aloud, and instead of 'I can't hold it!' what she said was simply "There!", and she started to run for it.
    The way she was running, on her tiptoes with her thighs still squeezed together and her hands still between them, she still looked very much like a little girl that was very much in danger of wetting her little panties at any moment and was running as fast as she could to make it to the bathroom before it was too late. Except now the redhead girl herself wasn't running for the bathroom at all. "Huh? Wait, what-" Cam had time to cry out in confusion and sudden alarm as she saw where the redhead was running, with a couple of the other girls already running close behind. The parking lot was right there outside the main entrance, where they'd set up all those portable toilets last night, and Cam had simply expected that the girls who had to go the worst would be hurrying there now, to those port-a-potties that were now their only hope of making it in time, as well as the one way for them to safely deliver their samples. But the redhead wasn't running there at all. She never even looked at the entrance, had probably never even noticed the port-a-potties out there and never even realized there was anywhere left that she could go. When she cried out and started running, the 'there' that the redhead was looking at was just a sort of little alley in between the girls' bathroom and the boys' bathroom, just a little bit of space that was left over and didn't even have the concrete floor of the rest of the stadium, just bare dirt and a little gravel. But just now that was just what she needed, and as soon the redhead girl got there she reached under her tiny miniskirt and pulled down her tiny panties and dropped into position, and just like that she just let go.
    "Aawww!" Cam shouted in frustration as soon as she saw it, and enough of the bystanders standing in line or just passing by made similar surprised exclamations that the two of them could even hear it from up here. With all that noise they definitely couldn't hear the redhead's long moaning sigh, or the softer noise that what she was doing there was making, but they could see what she was doing just fine. And after a moment when she tilted her head back and let her eyes flutter closed they could even see her face and the expression of sheer bliss that blossomed there as the wave of intense relief washed over her. Clarice found herself thinking it was just like the expression that a little girl might make at the moment that she finally let go after she just barely made it, after she just barely managed to hold it just barely long enough to just barely keep from wetting her little panties. And at the same time, Clarice also couldn't help but think that what the redhead girl was doing just now looked nothing at all like any little girl, because there was nothing at all little about the mighty gusher pouring from under her miniskirt.
    There was just no other word for it. The sheer power of that slender sparkling stream and the long graceful arc that it made as it shot out and passed between her legs and even the way it splashed onto the ground in front of her feet to form a little swirling puddle, it all reminded Clarice of nothing so much as a miniature geyser. And when she thought about it just a bit the analogy suddenly seemed particularly apt, that of a fluid-filled reservoir under internal pressure that grew and grew until it couldn't be contained any longer and at last erupted spectacularly. Because that girl's 'personal reservoir' really was filled to the brim with her 'personal fluid' and it really was under pressure from her detrusor and held inside only by her 'personal squeezing'. And the pressure just grew and grew until it was just unbearable, and the girl decided she just couldn't stand to keep holding it any longer, and as soon as she found just a bit of privacy and got her clothes out of the way she just let go of all that pressure and it just burst out, in a tiny but still spectacular 'personal eruption'.
    And watching that eruption from high above, Clarice was suddenly struck by what it really meant and her face fell to match Cam's and she whispered, "her sample..." More girls were running up beside the redhead now, joining her there in the alley and reaching under their tiny miniskirts for their tiny panties, pulling them down or just pulling them to the side, and just like that they were all letting go. "Their samples..." Clarice's face fell even more as she watched it, all the girls from the front row crowding in together, all their mighty gushing streams bursting out and flowing freely, all their precious samples spilling out all over the ground.
    "No way!" Cam cried out in petulant disbelief, "All of them!? And they were so close, too." She pouted, and Clarice sighed. Down there by the bathrooms she watched a few girls from the line hurrying over to hold up a couple of their coats in front of the alley, apparently in the hopes of preserving whatever modesty all the girls squatting there might have left. Then a girl from the line suddenly got out of line and ran over into the alley too, apparently pushed over the edge by the hissing and splashing sounds all those streams were making and left with no other choice but to join them and add her own stream. Another girl did the same, and then another, and Clarice started to think it would maybe be polite to look away. "It was just a little bit farther. Just a little bit longer!" Cam was saying. "Why couldn't they just hold it a litt-"
    "It's your own fault, you know," she looked away and lowered her binoculars to fix Cam with a skeptical glare, which Cam returned with indignation. Clarice went on, "You should've realized something like this might happen if you just bothered to think it all the way through." Once again, just like Clarice was afraid of, Cam once again hadn't quite thought through all the details of her experimental design. Clarice herself might not have seen it before either, but thinking about it now she could see exactly where everything went wrong.
    The first part of the plan worked out just perfectly, of course. With all those girls waiting in line they had plenty of volunteers who took their formula and signed their forms, and they all walked into the stadium with the formula in their systems. So when those volunteers took their seats to watch the game the formula was already passing through their kidneys and trickling into their bladders, helped along by Cam's selection of mildly diuretic juices. Then the game itself helped keep it there, keeping the volunteers motivated to stay in their seats and keep watching even as their bladders started to become uncomfortably full. And even when the halftime break gave them all a chance to get up and most of the volunteers took the chance to visit the bathroom, the ones in the front row stayed for their 'unofficial halftime show' and ended up missing their chance and just had to keep holding it. And after that the game just kept getting more and more exciting, so all those sports fans couldn't bear to miss any of it and they had to just keep holding it and holding it, until by the end of the game their bladders were just incredibly full and they could hardly hold it at all. And that was when things started to go wrong.
    They all had to go so very bad and their bladders all had to be so very very full that their samples were sure to be just extraordinary, just like Cam must have been hoping all along. And they got up and headed straight for the bathroom, just like Cam must have been planning for them to. But when they got to the bathroom and saw the enormous line there, far too long for any of them to ever hope to get through, they didn't keep going to the parking lot and the collection apparatus like Cam must have been expecting. If she just thought it through she might have realized that girls who had to go so very bad after holding it for so very very long weren't going to take the time to try to remember the port-a-potties they might vaguely recall seeing out there hours earlier, and they certainly weren't in any state to go searching for a bathroom either. In that state, as soon as those girls saw that line they must have felt their last flickering hopes of making it to the bathroom suddenly flicker out completely, leaving only undeniable and utterly merciless biological reality. Their poor bladders were just so unbearably full, and being so cruelly squeezed by their involuntary detrusors that they really were in immediate danger of involuntarily emptying themselves, and faced with that absolutely unthinkable possibility, those girls simply did the only thing that they could. They ran into the alley and they pulled down their panties and they all just let go, and just like that the extraordinary samples they had worked so hard to prepare came pouring out and spilled all over the ground. "Face it, Cam," she concluded after thinking it all through. "Your experiment was just poorly designed."
    Cam glared back, her face growing flushed and her mouth tightening in an even bigger pout as she tried to come up with a response. "It's not over yet!" she managed eventually. "There's still some of them left. They could still make it!"
    "Maybe so," Claire said with a shrug, raising her binoculars for another look. A sizable crowd was beginning to gather by the alley, some girls murmuring in sympathy while others snickered with derision and most of the guys were just trying to sneak a peek through the improvised curtain. Some other girls just pushed right past while pointedly ignoring both the alley and the crowd, and it looked like they were maybe headed to the parking lot where they would maybe find the apparatus set up there in time for it to maybe collect at least a few samples today. Some of the girls even looked uncomfortable enough that their samples might provide useful results, although certainly nothing like the samples that were forming those swirling puddles and joining into one big puddle while they all soaked into the ground of that alley. "I hope some of the make it at least, but we can't count on them now." If they were going to get a sample that could support their hypothesis, they were going to have to start over. But maybe not quite all the way over.
    "We'll pick up those samples later, like we planned. But in the meantime we should get another experiment ready." She put the binoculars away and started back down the steps, Cam following along sullenly. "Your general design should be usable with a little work. And I think I've already got some ideas of how to improve it."
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    I was going to make it so that it ended up being 1 chapter per complete bladder emptying, but this one ended up being too long, so I decided I'd post what I have up to a natural mid-point, then finish the rest of the chapter later.  I also have a schedule document (open office spreadsheet) I've written, which I figure I'll attach here in case anyone wants to see it, but bear in mind it tells you a bit about what will happen the rest of the day, so it includes spoilers of a sort.  You should find it at the bottom of the comment.
     
    Chapter 2
    The food in the Academy was odd fare – it was clearly intended to mimic military food, with its blandness and awkward texture, but as fit a school for nobility, no expense was spared on the ingredients or the chefs. The end result was that it was relatively unremarkable in flavour, as incredibly well-made bland food. Frankly, Holly had more important things to worry about than the quality of her meals. She tore off chunks of flatbread hurriedly, washing it down with gulps of black tea. She'd wasted too much time queueing for her meal, and her clothing was going to be sitting in the washing machine. She couldn't afford to have someone try to empty out her washing machine to use it themselves. At the very least, they'd find her chest binding, which, ambiguous though it was, was evidence that she couldn't afford to share, and additionally, if the stains had not faded fully from her underwear or pyjamas, they could find out about her morning accident.
     
    Throwing the last piece of bread into her mouth and draining her mug, she rose quickly, breakfast tray in hand. As she turned outward, the tray slammed into the abdomen of a tall, black-haired student walking past, clattering loudly to the floor. He turned to face her, revealing the black patch on his uniform, a look of fury on his face as he looked down at her. The two by his flanks immediately moved to surround her, and she found herself trapped between the table and three bulky second-years. “S- sorry”, she muttered to the floor, trying not to look him in the eye.
    “OI, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? YOU LOOKING FOR A FIGHT?” the boy shouted, advancing toward her and stretching a hand out past her to lean against the table. Holly cowered away from his reach, falling back into her chair as she found no space to retreat.
    “WELL? YOU DAFT OR SOMETHING?” Hands clenched in her lap, she again muttered quietly to the floor “I- I'm sorry, i- it was an a- accident.”
    “WHAT WAS THAT? SPEAK UP.”
    “I'm sorry, it was an a- accident!” she squeaked forcefully, tear-streaked eyes still fixed on the floor.
    “An accident huh? Well, when something like this happens, you need to make amends... I'm suddenly feeling mighty thirsty, why don't you go get me something hot to drink, and I'll forget this ever happened.” He stepped back, and Holly took the opportunity to escape, gathering up the items she dropped and running toward the cafeteria counter. She placed her tray on the trolley provided, and purchased a coffee from the woman on the counter, conscious of three pairs of eyes following her closely. Taking the coffee, she returned to the table she'd eaten at, and the snickering trio who now inhabited it. As she passed the seat of one of the lackeys, she tripped on what could only have been his intentionally-placed foot, splashing the coffee over her jacket and toppling to the floor.
    “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? HOW ARE YOU THAT CLUMSY?” The leader exclaimed in mock surprise. “Ugh, how pitiful. I'm no longer thirsty, go away. Next time something like this happens, you'll regret it.”
     
    Holly nodded animatedly and ran out of the mess hall, leaving tears and coffee in her wake. Slowing as she left the hall, she walked dejectedly toward the door with the abstractly-masculine symbol that marked the mess toilets. She looked around as she entered, noting through tears the lack of cubicles or any meaningful form of privacy here too. These toilets had some sort of separator between the mysterious urination devices, but they weren't enough to cover anything important. Maybe they'd give her an opportunity to hide herself before someone entered if she were to try to use those devices when the room was completely empty, but that was not the sort of risk she wanted to have to plan for.
     
    She filled her hands with paper towels from the dispenser on the wall, and set to work dabbing at the coffee stain on her front. The red colour of the coat was fairly resistant to staining, and she was able to hide the damage there fairly effectively. The white sashes, on the other hand, were ruined. She'd need to replace them soon, but it probably wasn't so urgent that she'd need to deal with it right now. Satisfied at the dryness of her uniform, she wiped her eyes with a sleeve and gazed longingly at the porcelain toilet-things, a slight sensation of pressure already beginning to build in her lower abdomen, barely an hour after she'd last urinated.
     
    Her bladder filling with this sort of speed was something that she was used to, but only now did she realise how much extra inconvenience would be added by her high urinary frequency. She wished she could be like one of those people who only went once per day – then all she'd need to do is wake up in the middle of the night and it should be easy for her to find a private place to go. Looking back, she realised she was more the sort of person who went once per breaktime – whenever there was a gap of appreciable length between lessons in school, she'd be searching for a toilet, often with haste. The prospect of having to hold it for an unknown length of time caused her a great deal of trepidation. Sighing, she hurried out of the room, anxious to retrieve her washing before it fell into the hands of an outsider.
     
    Mercifully, Holly found her washing machine uncontested – given that school was going to start in another 15 minutes, this was not that surprising, but some students were likely prepared to leave their washing in the machine until they were free to retrieve it during morning breaktime, so it wasn't a given that it'd be safe. Pulling it out, she surreptitiously checked her articles for cleanliness. The trousers and pyjamas were fine, Holly couldn't detect any pee smell on them and they were too dark to easily stain, and her binding never got dirty in the first place, it just went in with all her other clothing because it was wet from the fountain, so it was fine too. Her underwear and shirt, on the other hand, were still visibly stained, and would need to be replaced. It was no surprise, but Holly had hoped that they might still be salvageable. It wasn't worth trying to dry things that she couldn't wear anyway, so she stuffed them in her laundry bag to dispose of later. She'd need to buy some sort of simple sack from the school store later so she could throw them away without revealing their nature. If there was one thing she had on her side, it was that she had plenty of money to buy new uniforms and tools for deceit if she needed to. It wasn't on her person, of course; allowing students to carry nobility-level amounts of money around would be a recipe for serious problems with thievery, but the school quartermaster had an account for every student that they could withdraw from (as promissory notes) for use in campus shops to buy school essentials.
     
    She threw her trousers, pyjamas and binding into a tumble dryer and turned it on, resolving to retrieve the bandage on her way to lessons – it was thin and light and would dry relatively quickly. Returning to the barracks building next door, she looked at the timetable that was buried in her suitcase. It was now 07:15, about an hour and a quarter after the wake-up bugle at 06:00. School began with attendance, inspection and assembly (AIA) at 07:30, then lessons proper began at 08:00, with two 45-minute periods, a 15-minute break and then another three 45-minute periods before an hour of lunch at 12:00, then another three 45-minute periods with an extra 15-minute period between the final two, for an end of standard lessons at 15:30. From 15:30 to 18:00 was free time, where some students took remedial lessons or participated in club activities. Of course, Holly would be stuck in detention for some of this time on her first week, after the morning's events. 18:00 to 20:00 was when dinner was available from the mess hall, and then there was a final 2-hour free period from 20:00 to 22:00 before lights-out. The timetable also had the shower schedule, telling students when they'd be allowed to use the shower area. This morning, she'd already seen the queue of the green-patched Ie students, who were first, waiting for the shower room when she'd run out into the alley. They got a 90-minute period from 06:00 to 07:30, then all of lunchtime, from 12:00 to 13:00, and everyone else got 2-hour periods: Iu from 16:00 to 18:00, Uo from 18:00 to 20:00 and Ea from 20:00 to 22:00.
     
    Today, Holly's first lesson would be a double period of drill, which, as a special case, had been rolled into AIA for the first lesson of the school year, and then a double period of History and a single period of Mathematics to finish off the morning. Her afternoon consisted entirely of physical training, separated into two periods of endurance training and one period of combat training, with a 15 minute recuperation period in between. It occurred to her that she might have an issue with the afternoon training without her chest binding, both when getting changed and running around, but worst-case, she could find somewhere out-of-the-way during lunchtime to reapply it, so she wasn't too worried. Her bladder made itself known as she jumped up from her bed, reminding her that she had another problem that wasn't going to be so easy to solve as she headed for the laundry room to retrieve her binding before getting to the main building ready for her 7:30 start.
     
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    A big sign saying “new students” was visible near the entrance to the main building, with an arrow that pointed to a large quadrangle that was accessible by passing under a bridge-like section of the building which connected the two major wings. Students were already lined up in that area when Holly arrived, and she followed the signage to find four rows of students. A smaller note on the side indicated that they should form lines according to their house and wait for further instructions. She fell in at the end of the Ea line, behind a brown-haired student with spectacles whom she recognised vaguely from the bunk room. The line quickly filled behind her as students hurried to make it before the first bell. A red-faced man glared at the tetrad of lines, his expression locked into a grimace of what looked like pure rage.
     
    A bell rang from inside the building, echoing dully across the quadrangle. “ALL STUDENTS, TURN TO FACE!” the man yelled, louder than Holly thought was possible. All four lines turned in incidental unison, no one really sure what the man wanted them to do, but all compelled to look toward this deafening declaration nonetheless. They were now all facing perpendicular to the direction of their line, toward a set of flagstone stairs the man was stood atop. “Now, the first thing that will happen each day is attendance, inspection and assembly. You will stand at attention, in alphabetical order, and your class tutor will mark you present on the register and inspect your uniform to ensure you're properly dressed. PENALTIES WILL BE APPLIED IF YOU FAIL TO DRESS AS BEFITTING A STUDENT OF THIS ACADEMY.” Holly shifted her weight subtly as the man shouted. She was nowhere near desperate just yet, but was acutely aware of the tension growing in her loins. At this point, she'd usually be looking for a good opportunity to excuse herself and pop to the ladies, if only one were available for her use. The man continued on describing the school's expectations for student behaviour and appearance, and describing some of the punishments for failing to meet them. One thing that stood out as something that she absolutely could not afford was whipping: it was only used in the most severe disciplinary cases, to the point that there were some years that no student behaved poorly enough for it, but as it involved being stripped to your underwear before being publicly lashed, it would mean instant discovery and expulsion for Holly, with her unmistakeable breasts.
     
    Continuing with his speech, he moved on to the next section of the introductory lesson: “Before we do anything else, I will assign class corporals. The corporal's duties are to lead the class in drill exercises at the behest of the class tutor, to perform a variety of administrative duties to assist class tutors in their class management, to act as an example to their class on how to properly behave as a student, and as a point of responsibility for the class as a whole. Corporals will always stand at the head of the class during drill exercises, regardless of where they appear in the attendance order. If I call your name, move to the yellow line on your right, just behind the current line for your class, and the rest of the students will be lined up after you in registration order. ALRED VERDIS, SAMUEL SMITH, HOLVAR GREEN, GEROLT TANNAN.”
     
    Holly started as her official name was called, and stumbled toward the indicated line. Additional responsibilities were not the sort of thing she was well-equipped to handle. They drew scrutiny to her and took up some of the time she'd be wanting to use to address her... various issues. Her chest heaved as she began to panic. What if the additional scrutiny of her uniform revealed her bindings or (on a day like today) her breasts? What if it forced her into a spot, trying to lead the class when she'd failed to find somewhere to pee? What if her duties prevented her from looking for somewhere private to relieve herself? What if her apparent position of importance attracted negative attention from her classmates that culminated in someone seeing something they shouldn't?
     
    “CLASS TUTORS, ASSEMBLE!” a loud shout tore through her anxiety as she reached the end of her line. A trio of other teachers appeared from a side-door. The first was a short, overweight man with a squashed face and a swagger, who approached the Ie line at the front, glaring at the corporal. Next, Holly was surprised to see a pretty redheaded woman. Clattering about in plate armour, instead of the blue uniform worn by the others, she walked up to the Iu corporal and greeted him warmly, bending toward him and clasping his hand in both of hers as he turned red. The angry man standing at the front joined the procession at this point, and to Holly's despair, marched straight up to her, looking down his nose as she cowered unconsciously. A tall, dark haired man with a pale complexion brought up the rear, and limped over to the Uo corporal, heavily favouring his left side.
     
    The man standing before her held out a hand, and gave her a strong handshake. “Sergeant Ira, I look forward to working with you, corporal.” he announced woodenly, only slightly above normal conversation volume. He held out a clipboard with an attendance table. “This is your class attendance form. Each day, you will accompany me down the line as I conduct inspection, introduce me by the student's rank and surname, and mark them present. For the first week, I will have them identify themselves for you, but by week two, you should know them all by name. For now,” his voice increased in volume to carry down the line, “read off the names in order, skipping over your own. Students, when your name is called, fall in behind Corporal Green here and face the wall to form a new line in registration order. For every subsequent attendance, inspection and assembly, you'll fall in in this order straight away, so remember what your neighbours look like.”
     
    Holly began calling out the names on her list as loudly as she could manage, giving each student time to fall in before continuing. She squirmed slightly as the exertion of her diaphragm disturbed her bladder and caused it to pang uncomfortably. “Right,” the sergeant began as the last student fell in, “now to stand at attention, you stand straight with your legs and heels together, with your feet out at a slight angle, and your arms pointing straight down your sides. Your hands should be clenched lightly, with your thumbs pointing straight down to the floor. Corporal, it is your duty to call the class to attention. Loudly and clearly call out 'AT-TENTION!' and then you should all stand straight at attention as one.”
    “AT-TENTION!” she called out as instructed, bringing her feet together and standing straight, hearing a series of not-quite-simultaneous thumps as the rest of the class did the same.
    The man before her sighed loudly, muttering “close enough for now”.
    “Alright,” he continued, “next, I'll want you all to turn to the left, again on your corporal's instruction. You'll do this by turning on the heel of your left foot and the ball of your right, then once you've turned ninety degrees, you'll return to attention by bringing your right foot back in. Corporal, the command is 'left turn', now go ahead.”
    “LE- EFT TURN” Holly shouted, her voice cracking slightly, unused as she was to being so loud. She then spun on her heel, turning back toward where the man stood a few minutes ago. The rest of the line turned with her, a few students stumbling as they failed to balance during the manoeuvre. The sergeant momentarily brought a hand up to his face, rubbing the bridge of his nose, before sighing and continuing: “Here begins the 'inspection' part of Attendance, Inspection and Assembly. I will go down the line, inspecting each of you in turn, judging whether or not you're wearing your uniform correctly and correcting your attention posture. For the first week, I'll be lenient on uniform and posture issues and simply correct any errors and offer advice, but after that, punishments will be meted out for those who wear their uniform incorrectly or fail to stand at proper attention. Corporal, as I mentioned before, you will accompany me down the line, identifying each student to me in turn and marking them present on your attendance sheet. But first, I'll start with your inspection.”
     
    He began to look her over, starting at the head and working his way down. He pulled at the sash slung over her right shoulder. “This is very tight, more so than it needs to be, but that's not a problem as long as it doesn't make you faint.” He cast his gaze across, and Holly's chest contracted in fear as she realised he was looking around her breast area. She squeezed her thighs together as her urethra filled with urine, barely preventing herself from having an accident then and there. “Shirt is well ironed and form-fitting” he muttered to himself before addressing her: “Everything alright corporal? You've gone white.”
    “Ah- I- I'm fine” she squeaked in reply as she rhythmically tensed her pelvic floor muscles to try to pull the urine back into her bladder.
    “I'm fine, sir” he corrected as he continued the inspection.
    “CORPORAL!” He barked moments later. A short stream of liquid spurted into the girl's underwear as she jolted in fright, still not quite recovered from before. She lifted up a leg involuntarily and shifted to the side, quickly stemming the flow. “WHY IS YOUR SASH BROWN?” He continued, glaring at the coffee stain she'd acquired that morning.
    “I- ah- I'm... sorry sir, I spilled coffee on it this morning and haven't had a chance to change yet.” He looked back up toward her face and sighed emphatically. Holly tried not to wince as the strong smell of garlic assaulted her nose. “Today only, I'll let this slide. I recommend, and this goes for all of you,” he raised his voice to address the whole line, “I recommend that you keep a second uniform somewhere easily accessible, so that in the event of a spillage or other such event, you can switch dirty pieces out immediately, so you don't get punished for it.” Focusing again on her, he finished “You have a spare, I hope?”
    “Yes, sir!”
    “I'll dismiss you after inspection, and you are to go straight to your dorm room to replace it. Don't try to do anything else, I will know.”
    He continued the inspection, tugging on her belts and trousers, checking they were tight enough, checking that her shirt was tucked in and various other things. When he got down to her shoes, he called out once more “CORPORAL! THESE SHOES ARE TIED WRONG. You've used a granny knot instead of a reef knot to secure the bow. This causes the bow to lie vertically instead of horizontally, and makes them more difficult to undo intentionally, but likely to undo during normal motion. You should tie the second knot in the opposite direction to the first. We will cover this fully later in the period. Make sure they're tied properly in the future.”
     
    He moved on to the next student, and Holly came out of the file as instructed to follow him along the line as he carefully examined each student's uniform over the next hour. After the first 15 minutes or so, the strain of standing at constant attention was clearly beginning to get to the students, and most of them had relaxed into a less strict pose. Sgt. Ira pretended not to notice, just this once – inspection usually doesn't take such a long time, but the first time always draws out, and it was unreasonable to have students standing at attention for extended periods like this. As long as they returned to attention when he reached them, he was prepared to let it be. Beside him, Holly had begun squirming surreptitiously, rubbing her thighs together at regular intervals as her bladder surged uncomfortably. She was at the point where she'd usually be trying to get herself excused from class, but even if she thought she might be allowed out here, she wasn't prepared to draw that amount of attention to herself in her current situation. There were about 45 minutes left of the lesson, and then she'd have 15 minutes to before the next period to try to do something about her predicament. Though she was confident she could hold it that long, 15 minutes was not a long time to have to find somewhere, especially when her full bladder could take more than 5 minutes to empty.
     
    The man finished berating the final student for the same shoelace issue that he'd raised with literally every student in the line, and turned to his corporal, who straightened up, trying not to look like she needed the toilet. “Okay everyone, now the corporal will have you all stand at ease. This means you move your feet to shoulder-width apart, and you can relax your upper body and bend your legs a bit. It does not mean you're free to do whatever you want; you should still maintain the shoulder-width pose and keep facing in the same direction. Now, corporal, if you will, repeat after me: Stand At Ease!”
    “STAND AT EASE!” Holly echoed, no louder but clearly putting more effort into the command.
    “Okay corporal, you are dismissed to replace your sash. Now get to it. I want to see you back here ASAP. These idiots won't manage themselves.”
    “Y- yes sir!” she replied, breaking into a jog.
     
    The exertion jostled her bladder, but she gritted her teeth and held on as she covered the short distance to the barracks quickly. She immediately ran to her dorm room and fished her spare sash out of her suitcase. Tearing the other one off without properly unstrapping it, she threw the new one around her and began fiddling with the straps as she walked out the door. A spasm rolled through her as she passed the barracks toilets, and she gazed longingly at the doorway as she gave her crotch a reassuring squeeze. Looking around at the empty hallway, it dawned on her that this was her chance. Everyone was in lessons and she was completely alone in the barracks. If she were to use the bathroom now, no one was there to walk in on her and she could pee freely in peace. She wasn't blessed with a surplus of time, but maybe she could convince Sgt. Ira that she couldn't find her sash.
     
    Resolved, she darted through the waiting door, already unzipping her trousers. Urine surged unbidden into her urethra even as she paused at the sight of the mysterious porcelain fixtures. She didn't have time to work those out now, so she stumbled toward the hole with the funnel-shaped floor area. Backing up directly over the hole, she squatted down above it, pulling her trousers and underwear down in one motion. A golden jet sprayed out immediately from her hairless vulva, gurgling straight into the hole that apparently had a pool of water a short way down. She sighed loudly as her bladder began to deflate, its echoes joining the cacophony of splashing noises coming from below her.
     
    Just as she'd begun to relax into her relief, a clattering noise came from the other side of the door. She clenched tightly in a panic, already rising to her feet and pulling up her trousers as her stream slowed. A man backed into the room pulling a cart as she pulled her waistband up as far as she could, forcing her underwear against her still-dribbling sphincter, slowly closing off the flow. Rivulets ran down her legs as the urine failed to absorb into her water-resistant garments, so she rubbed her thighs together, smearing the droplets into a film and halting their progress. A smattering of droplets sat at the lip of the hole she'd just peed into, so she used a foot to spread them out, trying to hide their recency. She did not think this hole was meant for urination, given the presence of the fixtures beside it, and hence, making it look like she used those fixtures like an ordinary male was an important deception.
     
    She waddled hurriedly toward the sink as the man manoeuvred his cart through the doorway, acutely conscious of the liquid waiting just behind her sphincter. Falling against the basin, she pressed her weight against it as she tried to squeeze her urethra closed, slowly forcing the urine back into her bladder. “Huh? Shouldn't you be in lessons?” He asked as he turned toward her, watching as she tried to stop herself from squirming too much. “I- I- was sent back to change my sash.” Holly responded haltingly, reaching for a tap to wash her hands.
    “Whatever, it's not my problem if you get punished. Hurry along now so I can get to work.” He turned back toward the cart, mixing some chemicals into a bucket.
     
    Holly gave her crotch a surreptitious squeeze and turned on the tap. Water gurgled out loudly, and she shoved her hands into the stream, lifting a foot up and biting her lip as her bladder redoubled its complaints. As she danced over to the paper towel dispenser and dried her hands, her bladder began to settle, seemingly accepting that that was all the relief it was getting for the moment, and her need reduced to a dull throb above her groin. She hurried back to the quadrangle feeling somewhat less desperate than when she'd left, getting her excuses ready as she fell back in.
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    orangelion got a reaction from knockonthedoor in I Think my Boss Needs to Pee   
    I though you said this sub-chapter was going to have peeing? I'm not mad just a little disappointed, it was still an enjoyable read. I see Karenna is becoming more comfortable with the fetish and getting bolder. I'm interested to see how things with Karenna and Chloe will turn out and whether Chloe is interested in more than just a sexual relationship.
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    orangelion reacted to Muchy in Mia and Eddie : desperation PART 1   
    Okay this is my longest edition yet, and my most involved. I hope you like it.
    Part 6
     
    The couple had spent the next day giving their bladders a break, to avoid actually injuring themselves. They both sported adult pull-ups and whenever they felt the urge, they simply let go, feeling the warm hissing of their bladders deflating. 
     
    However, their still newfound fetish in common was producing too much excitement for them to bear, and the day after their diapers they planned to do more desperation. However, a friend of Mia’s, Kayla and her husband Dion, invited them to the movies at the last minute. Mia and Eddie decided there would still be ample time to drink and hold later that day, so they happily obliged. 
     
    The night before their movies, Eddie and Mia partook in their relaxing and passionate love-making-before-bed that would calm them both down from a long day at their works, and Eddie, who was now frequently doing this with a comfortably full bladder, fell asleep before he could empty it. 
     
    He awoke from a deep sleep as Mia shook his shoulder, exclaiming that they would be late if he slept any longer. 
     
    “But…” Eddie groggily complained, “I have to pee, hang on a minute.”
     
    “No time, peanut. Just pee when we get there. Hurry, put these clothes on,” Mia had grabbed a t-shirt and jeans from his closet for him. Eddie, still half asleep, hurriedly put on the clothes, tightening his belt one notch looser than normal, feeling his bladder slightly bulge. 
     
    He thought about the 30 minute trip to the movie theater downtown, feeling his bladder twinge slightly, and decided sleepily that he could wait until they arrived. Mia, meanwhile, was too focused on not being late and didn’t even notice Eddie’s need to pee. However, his need was still tolerable and almost comfortable for him. 
     
    As they drove closer to the theater, Eddie took a hand away from the wheel to rest in his lap, occasionally giving his penis a squeeze. Mia noticed this, of course, and placed her hand over his bladder to inspect it. 
     
    “How ya doin’?” Mia asked playfully, slightly poking the bulge.
     
    “Ha ha,” Eddie replied before feigning desperation and hunching over dramatically, imitating Mia from a few nights ago.  
     
    Mia laughed and gave his penis a playful squeeze.
     
    Once they entered, the couple became so engrossed in catching up with their friends and grabbing popcorn, that Eddie wound up forgetting completely about his bladder. He had become so comfortable with a full bladder at home, that it had become easier to hold his pee in public rather than look for a restroom. 
     
    It wasn’t until half an hour into their 2-hour movie that Eddie’s bladder twinged hard and demanded his attention again. Eddie had been drinking a water bottle he smuggled in from home (he never understood movie theater prices), and Mia was steadily sipping from an oversized movie theater cup of soda. Eddie grunted as he repositioned himself and brought his hand back up to his crotch. Mia glanced sideways at him, but her attention was still on the movie. She leaned into his shoulder.
     
    After another 45 minutes or so, Eddie was starting to get nervous. He was really getting desperate. Everything was still tightly contained in his bladder, but he could feel it throb against his sphincter. Looking at his watch, he inwardly groaned, there was still an hour left. 
     
    After another 15 minutes of increasing desperation, Eddie hit his limit. He took one of his hands and squeezed his throbbing penis, keeping it there. Mia, now noticing, placed her hand back over his bladder and pressed gently without looking, not realizing how full Eddie was. Eddie grunted, and Mia immediately took her hand back, surprised at how much it had filled up since the car. Apologizing quietly, Mia asked him, 
     
    “Wow, Eddie. How are you doing?” 
     
    “Mhmm,” Eddie replied, leaning his head into Mia’s shoulder.
     
    Rubbing Eddie’s back comfortingly, Mia understood his response. She knew Eddie didn’t like public restrooms, especially ones as commonly used as movie theaters. He was going to try to hold it until they were home. 
     
    With just half an hour left, Eddie felt the first drops of piss torture him at the tip of his penis, before being absorbed into his briefs. He squeezed harder.
     
    “Babe,” he started, “It’s getting really hard now,”
     
    Mia looked at him sympathetically, and gave his shoulder a squeeze. 
     
    “How much longer can you hold it?” she asked softly, feeling a little guilty for rushing him out of bed without a piss that morning. 
     
    “It’s already starting to come o-out,” Eddie replied, his voice catching in his throat as another few drops leaked out. “A-ahh,” he gasped, “I can feel it going down my penis right now!” he whispered, “It’s in the full length of my penis,” he continued in amazement, “if I let go, whatever’s in my dick will come out right away. My hand is the only thing stopping it.”
     
    Mia, half aroused by this play-by-play, still regained enough control to think fast, chugging the rest of her soda and removing the cap and straw. With his free hand, Eddie unzipped his jeans and removed the top half of his dick from his underwear, with his other hand still holding his urethra shut at the tip. Mia covertly guided the large cup between his legs and held it there, covering Eddie’s lap with his jacket. 
     
    “Here, peanut.” Mia said, “Just pee a little to relieve the pressure. 
     
    Eddie didn’t need any encouragement, he let go of his hand and the piss flowed steadily. And then, as if someone was watching, the fire alarm rang. 
     
    Using his hand, Eddie cut off the flow as the lights turned back on and everyone groaned. They hurried and packed up, leaving the theater room to find one of the popcorn machines on fire. 
     
    Sighing, the two couples decided to leave the theater, Mia helping Eddie hobble with his hand still holding his member under his jacket. 
     
    After convincing her friends that she and Eddie would just go home, rather than wait for the rest of the movie, the half-desperate couple climbed into the car. 
     
    “I’ll drive,” Mia said as Eddie chuckled wryly, clinging to his dick openly now that they were out of public view. 
     
    “Shit!” Mia exclaimed, “I left the cup!”
     
    Groaning, Eddie said, “Let’s just go home, it’s better now that I can use my hands.”
     
    Mia glanced over at Eddie, hunched slightly in his seat, with his left hand in the waistband of his jeans, repeatedly squeezing his penis, while his other hand reached for the seatbelt. Although Mia was tempted to just sit in the parking lot and enjoy her boyfriend’s performance, she knew that he wouldn’t like pissing himself in the car. For the first 10 minutes of their 30 minute drive, Mia had half of her attention glued to Eddie’s worsening predicament; he hadn’t pissed since the evening before, she could hardly contain herself thinking of all the liquid inside his bladder, pressing up on his sphincter. 
     
    Eddie, on the other hand, was half enjoying his desperate feeling, but he still couldn't help feeling embarrassed being the only one desperate. Secretly, they both were hoping Eddie could make it home, so they could fully enjoy his desperation in the privacy of their own room. 
     
    Of course, as fate would have it, a sea of red taillights emerged from the street: traffic. Both Mia and Eddie groaned as they rolled to a stop. Mia reached over and removed Eddie’s belt to allow his bladder more room to expand.  
     
    “Thanks, pecan,” Eddie whispered, kissing her head. Eddie suddenly grunted as his bladder complained from his leaning over to Mia. He quickly tore his jeans down to his ankles and took his penis out from his briefs, tightly holding the tip closed. Mia giggled as Eddie grimaced back at her wryly. 
     
    “Oh grow up,” he remarked, “It’s not like you’ve never seen a penis before.”
     
    Mia giggled again, saying “Yeah, but not one as handsome as yours.” 
     
    “Haha” Eddie grimaced again. “You only like it when it’s full of pee, don’t you?”
     
    “Nahh,” Mia said, “But I like it much better this way.”
     
    10 minutes passed. Then 10 more. Finally, traffic started rolling again. Mia, who had been gently stroking the base of Eddie’s penis, had to take her hand away to put back on the wheel. Eddie suddenly exclaimed and drew in a sharp breath, squeezing his eyes shut. Mia quickly looked down in time to see his penis twitch slightly and a thin jet of hot pee shot out and splattered against the dashboard. Eddie frantically pulled at his penis and placed it tightly between his legs. 
     
    Mia giggled yet again as Eddie sheepishly grunted an apology for the dashboard.
     
    Mia kissed him on his cheek and said, “You’re super sexy, you know that right?”
     
    “Aaaaaa” Eddie grunted, struggling more as his bladder continued filling. “I can literally feel the piss filling my stomach up.”
     
    “Mmm” Mia responded, her eyes on the road as traffic started picking up speed. 
     
    40 minutes into their drive, with at least 20 more minutes to go, Eddie was turned on his side facing Mia, using both hands to grab his dick which was pulsing with need. Mia could hardly focus on the road as she listened to Eddie’s breathy moans as he tried harder than he’d ever tried to keep his pee in. 
     
    “I’ve never been this desperate before,” Eddie whispered, “I have to hold it all now, if I pee a little out, I won’t be able to control it. I can feel my urethra in my penis full of piss.”
     
    “Ohh Eddie you have to stop with those descriptions unless you want me to get into an accident here,” Mia responded. 
     
    “I don’t know, an accident sounds kinda nice right about now,” Eddie said, smiling. 
     
    His breath caught in his throat as a series of small but high-powered spurts escaped, from the pee trapped in his penis. A barely audible “hisspsht” sounded as he squeezed harder to stem the flow. 
     
    Mia felt twinges and tingles of arousal in her lady parts, and moved around a little in her seat. 
     
    “I’m glad I can at least still entertain you,” Eddie remarked. 
     
    Following the spurts, Eddie rooted around in the glovebox until he found a small snack-sized plastic ziploc bag, which he placed around the tip of his penis to prevent the car getting more wet. 
     
    With just about 10 minutes left to go, Eddie was silent; completely focused on holding the largest volume he had ever tried to hold before. As the tip of his penis suddenly became warm and wet, he startled, thinking he somehow had lost control. But it was just the plastic bag slowly filling up with loose drops escaping. Mia took one hand away from the wheel to remove and seal the bag, which Eddie gingerly placed onto the floor. His penis was still shooting out small squirts of piss every couple seconds, but he could barely feel them. 
     
    Finally, they arrived at their building. Mia, excited beyond all measure, jumped out of the car and ran around to Eddie’s side. He slowly hobbled out. Upon attempting to straighten out, a SSSSHHPHTYSS filled the night air as he lost control for just a second before kneeling down, both hands grasping his penis as tightly as he could. “Here come quickly,” Mia rushed to unlock their door. Slowly hobbling inside, Eddie was leaving a trail of piss along the wall as he leaned against it for support moving towards the bathroom. To his horror, Mia closed the bathroom door and led him to their bedroom.
     
    “Honey,” Eddie complained, “There’s no way I can hold it much longer.”
     
    “I know, peanut,” Mia responded mischievously. “I put the special sheets on the bed,”
     
    Eddie, who was already naked from his stomach down, hurriedly took off his shirt as Mia tore off her sweatpants and blouse. Clambering into bed, the half-desperate couple removed their unprotected blankets and embraced, Eddie still using both hands to hold his urethra shut. Hardening slightly, Eddie was able to let go of one hand since the pressure was helping to hold his piss in. 
     
    Mia guided Eddie’s penis towards her vagina, and he quickly entered her, finding her quite wet already from arousal. They both moaned at once, and Mia took Eddie’s other hand away from his twitching penis. Immediately, she felt a thick jet of hot piss shoot inside of her and she felt Eddie’s muscles bear down to stop the flow. Lying on top of Eddie, Mia placed one hand on his head and the other gently cupping his amazingly hard bladder, massaging it softly. Eddie had both hands grabbing handfuls of the sheets as he became overcome with the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain. After a few thrusts, Mia came loudly and relaxed against Eddie’s tense body. Eddie, meanwhile, was shooting out regular jets of piss, still not affecting the intense pressure inside his bladder. As Mia recovered, she placed Eddie’s hand back on his penis quickly, saying 
     
    “Wait, try to hold on just a minute more, peanut. I have a surprise for you.”
     
    Eddie obliged, straining hard to contain his 24 hours of desperate piss. 
     
    Mia ran to the bathroom and brought out a catheter and syringe set , already out of its packaging and sterile. 
     
    “I got it a few days ago, but now seems like a perfect time to use it!” She said excitedly. 
     
    Eddie, still confused, sat up gingerly. 
     
    “Here,” Mia continued, handing the huge syringe-end to Eddie. “You start peeing in this end, and push it into my bladder with the syringe. You’re going to have to control how much you pee, though. So it doesn’t overflow. Be gentle, since I already need to pee pretty bad,” Mia rubbed her slightly bulging bladder.
     
    Eddie’s ears perked up like a dog’s after hearing that last part, “Okay, I’ll try,” he grunted as he quickly came into position. Mia took a small amount of lube and rubbed the end of the catheter and gently placed it into her peehole, gasping slightly. 
     
    Eddie, now red in the face with desperation, placed his penis into the opening of the syringe, and immediately started pissing forcefully. It filled up very quickly, and he had to take his penis out and stem the flow. He couldn’t stem it all the way, as a thin double-stream still escaped his clenching sphincter. He slowly pushed the syringe plunger. Mia moaned in pleasure as she felt the warm pee enter her bladder. Eddie started pissing more forcefully uncontrollably onto the bed, and he quickly aimed his penis back over the syringe. Filling it up again, he groaned loudly as his bladder started to give out. Mia reached towards him and squeezed his penis, stopping the flow for him. She smiled as she felt his penis become straight from the completely filled urethra inside it. Eddie groaned as his penis burned slightly with need, and he emptied this second syringe-full of piss into Mia’s rapidly expanding bladder. 
     
    “O-ohhhh,” Mia moaned as her bladder expanded much fuller than she expected, “I think I needed to pee worse than I thought,” she moaned. “This feels sooo full,” 
     
    Eddie was enjoying the simultaneous relief that pissing was giving him, and the knowing that Mia was filling up at the same rate he was unloading.
     
    After the 5th syringe, Mia was moaning in pleasure and pain, and Eddie was uncontrollably pissing a stream between syringe-filling. His face was full of bliss as his bladder finally started to deflate. 
     
    “Look, Eddie.” Mia removed her hand from her abdomen to reveal the largest bulge Eddie had seen on her yet.
     
    “Can you take one more?” Eddie asked, amazed
     
    “You bet,” Mia responded. 
     
    In complete awe at his girlfriend’s holding capacity, Eddie unloaded not 1, not 2, but 3 more full syringes of piss into Mia. At that point, he was nearly empty, and Mia was struggling to keep everything in. Eddie finally filled the last syringe and pushed it into her bursting bladder. He pointed his penis down, and finished the last hundred milliliters or so onto their bed, sighing in much-needed relief. He reached down to remove the catheter, but Mia stopped him,
     
    “No, that’s what’s helping me keep all this piss in,” Mia laughed gingerly, pinching the end of the tube shut. Eddie looked in amazement at his girlfriend’s peehole: a plastic tube coming out of it, with the inch or two of tube between her peehole and her hand crimping it shut, full of slightly yellow liquid. He was speechless with arousal. His hand reached up gently and cupped her incredibly hard bladder. Despite her slight chubbiness, he could see the entire outline of her bladder, full all the way down to where her pussy was. 
     
    “Ohh my god…” Mia closed her eyes with a look of pure pleasure. “I need you inside of me this instant,” she said to Eddie. 
     
    Without hesitation, Eddie placed his completely hardened penis into her vagina. He could feel how hard her bladder was from the inside; there was barely enough room for him inside her. From the entire evening of desperation, it took Eddie barely 10 seconds to cum. 
     
    Mia laughed softly, kissing Eddie passionately. Eddie removed his penis, and placed his index finger inside of her, and deviantly pressed her bladder from the inside. Mia gasped and bore down from the pressure. Eddie kissed her even harder, and removed the catheter from her urethra, while still pressing hard on her bladder from inside her vagina. 
     
    “Mmmmm, I can’t hold it!” Mia gasped, quickly reaching down reflexively to close her peehole shut with her hands. Eddie giggled and prevented her hands from reaching their destination. 
     
    “Eddie!” Mia moaned, “I won’t be able to hold it back! It’s- AH! It’s COMING OUT! I CAN’T HOLD IT ANY LONGER! MMMMMMM!” Mia clenched her eyes and fists shut as she tried to hold everything in. 
     
    “Just let go,” Eddie whispered in Mia’s ear. She shivered with pleasure and opened her beautiful brown eyes to stare into Eddie’s adoring face. He placed a hand over her vulva and momentarily got lost in her eyes, which were full of pain. The pain disappeared at once and was replaced by pure relaxation as the loudest HISSSSSSSSSPHHHSSSHSH filled the room. ‘There she is,’ Eddie thought to himself, smiling, ‘my very own firehose.’ as he felt the powerful stream explode from her labia. After what must have been 2 liters of piss and almost 3 minutes of pissing, Mia’s stream died down to a trickle which continued for some time. Neither of them noticed it was still going: they were too engrossed in passionate kissing, not minding laying in each other’s piss or the wall quietly dripping with piss. One thing was clear: neither of them had ever been more in love than right now.
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    orangelion got a reaction from knockonthedoor in I Think my Boss Needs to Pee   
    This is one of my favorite chapters! I personally don't mind long desperation stories, but I still think you made the right choice in changing perspectives throughout the story. It shows that the events are happening at the same time and keeps the pace of the story. I quite like Cassie and am excited to see her introduced the dynamic.
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    orangelion got a reaction from knockonthedoor in I Think my Boss Needs to Pee   
    You're welcome for introducing you to the concept. I thank you for writing this story and more specifically my requested scenario. You are right the your execution is a bit different than what I had in mind, but you made it even better than what I was imagining. I don't the focus on colors hurt your writing in this chapter, in fact I think it made it more interesting and mysterious. By the way, I think I'll skip all the wetting chapters from now on because to be honest I'm not a big fan of wetting.
     
    I'm not totally vested in this idea, but I'm just throwing it out there, what if one the women pulls a saran wrap toilet prank.
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    orangelion got a reaction from knockonthedoor in I Think my Boss Needs to Pee   
    @PeeHour summarized my thoughts perfectly, better than I could have. Adding another more frisky woman into the mix makes things more interesting.
    On another note @PPP just posted a short story with a similar scenario if anyone wants to give it a read.
    https://www.omorashi.org/topic/71930-omovember-2021-day-7/
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    orangelion reacted to knockonthedoor in I Think my Boss Needs to Pee   
    A/N: Hey, we're back on schedule, how about that! Anyway, here is interlude 2.2, and boy is it spicy! It's my first time writing a post pee sex scene, so I'm a little worried about how it came out. I like the sexual part of omo, sure, but I also really like how softcore it can be. Did I go too far? Let me know, also, there's a question I want you to answer at the bottom, after you're done reading. Lastly, the peeing aspect was requested by @orangelion, and I have to say, I really liked it! A similar scenario might show up again in chapter 4. As always, feedback is not only appreciated, but encouraged, and you too can suggest a scene for an interlude, either comment it or send me a DM. Next part should be available on Sunday 11.14.2021

    Interlude 2.2:
    The beat of the music drove Karenna’s hips. Swaying back and forth, locking in each place, her skintight red dress hung to her gyrating body.  Even in the brief flashes of light, Karenna could hardly make out who she was dancing with. He was tall, she could tell that much. He was an awkward dancer. Karenna knew she stood out, even with him. Her dress sparkled as each of the lights of the club bounced off her small stature. With each sway of her hips, she temporarily exercised her problems out. A few drinks in, and she was alive.
    She felt a stroke on her left shoulder. A touch. The smallest of hairs on her arms stood at attention. She shivered. She spun. Standing at Karenna’s eye level was a petite Asian woman. Her smoky eye makeup gave her a devilish appearance in the dark. The two acquaintances spun each other around. Their hands locking for the first time. Karenna felt cold, excited. Something was different about this girl. She seductively danced herself was closer to Karenna. Ran a hand up her thigh. Karenna couldn’t help but moan. The two locked eyes. Karenna staring, the other woman blinked, avoiding Karenna’s gaze. Trying to win her back, Karenna reached out. She touched the smooth skin on her partner’s arm. The woman turned, a sly smile on her face. The two moved their hips the beat of the music. Another song, this one slower. As Karenna slowed down, she felt her earlier drinks catch her bladder. Deciding to go after this song, she stoked the back of her partner. The woman’s strapless black dress was harsh, a different texture than her soft skin. She responded, lightly swishing her hand from the hem of Karenna’s dress, just missing her snatch, up to her breasts. Though her hand never made contact, as it brushed over her bladder, Karenna instinctively closed her thighs. An obvious move, she felt a flash of embarrassment.
    The woman looked down, having seen Karenna’s movement. She met Karenna’s eyes and winked. Lightly sliding a finger over Karenna's left shoulder, she leaned in, talking just over the music
    “My kind of girl.”
    Karenna’s heart skipped a beat. Infatuation and lust filled her veins. Desire warmed her body. As the song ended, so did their dance. Sliding away, Karenna gave her own wink back. Guided by instinct she actually spoke
    “Don’t go away.”
    The other woman smiled as Karenna slipped her way past the bar towards the bathrooms. Karenna no longer felt the beat of the music. She was walking on air, her heart nearly falling out of her chest. A rush so great she nearly felt faint. Their was a fairly long line for the ladies. Typical. Though it gave her time to lean against the wall and catch her breath. This reprieve was short as the same woman stood next to her. Karenna got a look at her similar breast size. She was cute. And very clearly interested.
    “That was quite the show.” The woman started
    “You’re quite the dancer” Karenna responded
    She smiled slyly, “I was more interested in that move at the end.”
    “This?” Karenna crossed her legs and bounced her hips. The move outweighed her desperation
    “Yeah. That. You have a name as cute as that wiggle?”
    “Karenna, you?”
    The woman put a hand on Karenna back. Shivers again “I think I’ll just call you K.”
    “Pet names already?” Karenna batted her eye lashes, hoping they hid her complete arousal
    “I don’t know. Are you a pet?”
    The line moved up one
    “I can be. If you’re nice enough.”
    “Seems like you got a little bite.” She leaned over Karenna’s left shoulder, whispering now “Or maybe you’re just frisky because you’ve got to piss?”
    Karenna jogged her legs in place “Maybe.”
    “See, I think you’re lying to me.”
    Karenna turned her head, craning her neck to lock eyes with this woman “Really?” She asked in a low tone
    “I think you’re trying to hide it. I think you had one extra and this whole time; you’ve been waiting for it.”
    Karenna got a sparkle in her eye. She wished that was the case. But she wanted to play.
    “You’ve been waiting too long, haven’t you?”
    Karenna was melting into her emotions. She moaned in response. Her quean continued to lure her
    “I know you’re desperate K. This line isn’t moving and I think you’re about to piss yourself.”
    It wasn’t true. Karenna wanted to be. She was out of words as her nipples hardened from pleasure. Her panties were wet in another way.
    “But you know what K?”
    Karenna looked at her, her eyes ablaze with lust.
    “Me too.”
    Karenna nearly came on the spot. She could hardly control her breathing. Her whole body wobbled in anticipation. The woman pulled on Karenna’s shoulder, her butt collided with the alluring girls genitals. Whispering in Karenna’s left ear, she spoke
    “It’s always important to take your pets out to squat- isn’t it?”
    Karenna moaned again.
    “You’d like that, wouldn’t you”
    Karenna was incapable of words.
    “That’s not an answer K.”
    “Yes.”
    “Yes what?”
    “I’d like to go out and…” Embarrassment caught her. Lust kicked the words out “…Squat with you”
    “You want to piss for me?”
    “Yes.”
    “Then I need just one thing from you.”
    “What? Anything.” Karenna was over taken by all of her desires
    “Tell her.” The woman pointed to the girl in front of them
    “W-what?” Karenna wasn’t sure what her tempting damsel wanted
    “Tell her how bad you’ve got to piss. Prove that you want me.”
    Karenna gulped. This is what she wanted, right? Her deepest fantasies. Shame and desire. But she was afraid. She walked up behind the unsuspecting girl. She was in thigh-high socks and a short skirt. Karenna’s palms were sweating. She had nearly forgotten her need to pee. She pushed herself though it. Every fiber of her body told her not to.
    “Um…e-ex…excuse me.” The woman turned, her phone light showing her makeup covered face.
    “I’ve uh…” Karenna’s mind tried its hardest to stop her. Her body demanded it. “um…I-I have to pee.”
    The woman looked up from her phone “Oh. Okay?” She was confused.
    Karenna didn’t know where to go with the interaction. She felt a presence behind her. Her desire for the night stood behind her. She stepped forward. Intervening on Karenna’s behalf.
    “Sorry about my friend here. She’s a little shy- but she’s about to piss her panties.” She had Karenna’s shoulders as she whisked the two of them away “I’ll deal with her though.”
    As she slipped Karenna out a side door, she whispered “You want this, don’t you?”
    Karenna swallowed her embarrassment. Her feelings of regret. “Uh-huh”
    The two snuck behind a dumpster. Karenna slid her red panties down. They went over her heels and onto the concrete. She leaned her back against the wall. She wanted a strong stream, a long pee to prolong her anticipation of what might happen after. She wouldn’t normally, but she spread her tight pussy, showing off for her potential mate. Closing her eyes, she felt a familiar rush towards her pee hole. The erotic nature of peeing with another woman was a brand new sensation. It felt-
    “Shit, someone’s coming!”
    Karenna couldn’t see anyone, but she wasn’t about to get arrested. She closed herself and held her hand over her crotch. It warmed as pee escaped. Then it stopped. She couldn’t find her panties and her desperation had dramatically increased. Her piss was promised an exit, and it was denied. The woman spoke again
    “Did you get to pee?”
    “No. And it’s bad now.”
    “My place is two blocks from here, you can go there. If you can hold it.”
    Karenna looked up and smiled, she knew where this was going. But her bladder was heavy, and she was desperate for the second time that day.
    The woman slid behind Karenna as they exited the ally way. A small line was still out front, full of patrons attempting to get into the club. As the pair began to cross the street, a cold wind blew. Without the protection of her panties, Karenna felt the cold right up against her. A pang of desperation. Her bladder pressed against her again, begging for the release it was promised. As the two came up on a crosswalk, Karenna had to cross her legs for real. The cold air was not doing her any favors.
    “Don’t even think about peeing here.” The woman slapped Karenna’s ass
    The surprise contact jolted a few drops out of Karenna. She grabbed herself. The woman spoke in a low tone
    “Even if you’ve got no panties to wet.”
    Karenna couldn’t think of a reply. Her need had become real as her play had turned into true desperation. They finally got to walk again, the movement caused more drops to escape. Cursing herself for her play in bed that morning, she tried to nurse her weak bladder. She clenched her thighs together, stopping her walk.
    “You’re not going to make it if you keep stopping.”
    “I don’t think I’m going to make it either way.”
    As her bladder continued to collect more alcohol from the club, she exhaled. It officially hurt now. She started to walk again, but her bladder wasn’t going to take much more of this. Another crosswalk. Karenna started to sweat
    “This way.”
    As she took Karenna by the shoulder, the movement was felt through her urinary system. It pounded her tried pee hole. It begged her. The street was nearly empty at this dark hour. No one would notice. Stopping to grab herself Karenna rasped her decision
    “I-I reall-really need this. I’m sorry.” She started again
    “No.” She heard Karenna’s jet of pee slap the concrete “NO! You piss right here and I’ll leave you here.” She lowered her tone “And you’re too cute to just leave.”
    Karenna clenched again. Pee continued to spill into her hand. She was able to squeeze shut. Barely. She had two needs she wanted to desperately clear. But her bladder was soon to decide for her.
    “H-how much further? I c…I don’t t-think I can wait much longer.”
    “Up this street. Be a good girl for me.”
    Karenna walked at a slow pace. Crossing on leg in front of the other as she did. She was sure she was slowly leaking pee as she did. A shiver. She couldn’t hold it anymore
    “I-I’m peeing.”
    A clear jet of pee shot forth. The sidewalk was quickly splashed with a desperately held piss. It splashed Karenna’s heels as more relief stuck her. She felt something. A hand. It forced her walls shut.
    “I told you. You’re going to hold it.” Karenna’s pee slid out of the slits in the woman’s fingers, still hitting the concrete.
    A jet sprayed up from her pee hole and wet her dress in the front. The woman commanded
    “And you’ll hold it because I told you to. Now stop pissing.”
    Karenna tried to do as commanded. It sputtered, her flow slowing down. She put her hands over the woman’s. Karenna had never been so turned on in her life. As her pee shut off, Karenna looked over her left shoulder. She tried to kiss this mystery woman. She had more power over Karenna bladder than even she did. The woman pull away
    “Since you can’t hold it like a good girl, I’m going to help you. But you better not piss in my hand.”
    “I-I’ll try.”
    “You’d better. Apartment is just up ahead.”
    As the two walked at Karenna’s speed, the woman began massage Karenna’s exposed pussy. A range of emotions pulsed through her. Her release and her desire for sex diminished her bladder’s priority. While it still burned in anticipation to be voided, she made her way to the white awning of the old brick building. The paint was peeling off the doors. Karenna stopped in front of them, still holding herself. The woman spoke
    “I’m taking my hand away. If you piss on the door, I’m leaving you out here. Is that clear?”
    “Uh-huh.” Karenna could hardly speak though her desperation for both sex and relief
    Slowly the woman let go, and Karenna tightened her muscles, asking for one last hold. As the woman’s hand left, Karenna placed her own hands back over her exposed self. She held it, though not without difficulty.
    “H-hurry.”
    The woman didn’t respond to her plea. She opened the door, the hallway was hot, exceedingly so. The first door on the left. Apartment number 3. Just before the stairs. Karenna shook in front of the door. Quivering. The woman slowly unlocked the door, and gently pushed it open. Karenna tried to rush inside but her shoulder was caught. Now just inside the door to the dark room, the woman held her.
    “P-please I-I can’t.”
    “I know. I know you can’t hold it anymore. I know your going to piss on my floor.” She closed the door with her free hand and took Karenna’s womanhood again.
    “But I’m going to let you be bad.”
    In a moment the hardwood floor was splattering. Karenna had never relaxed so fast in her life. It splattered her legs, and soaked the woman’s hand. In the erotic experience she was having, she still wished she was wearing her panties. With the woman’s hand over her, she couldn’t even pull her dress down to wet it. Surprised at how much she missed that part of it, her feelings were replaced by the fact that she was about to cum. Her hissing pee was starting to die down and the woman had begun manipulating her clit. She told Karenna
    “But bad girls need to be punished. And you’ve been so dirty.”
    As the two made out Karenna’s dress found its way into her puddle. The woman guided her into the bedroom, Karenna found it hard to see in the dark. As the two collapsed om the bed, Karenna was handed something.
    “Bite these, you’re going to scream.”
    They were her panties. How this woman got her hands on them wasn’t a problem right now, Karenna needed this. And scream she did.
    Having finished writhing and pleasuring each other, Karenna lay on this strangers bed, spent. Reflecting, she finally asked again
    “What is your name?”
    The woman turned to Karenna, and swung her leg over the nude girl. Karenna felt a warm sensation on her stomach. Whoever they were, they were peeing on her. Relaxing, Karenna let go too, peeing the bed as well. The woman leaned in close again. Finally whispering in Karenna’s left ear.
    “I’m Chloe. And I’m the worst mistake of your life.”

    A/N: So what do you all think of Chloe? Does she fit her role well, or is she too over the top? Would really love your first impressions of her, because, without spooling anything, she will be reoccurring. In what capacity? There are certain clues I left in some of the descriptions, which should let careful readers in on the direction of Karenna's ark. 
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    orangelion reacted to PPP in Omovember 2021: Day 7   
    This one's based on an idea I had for a story a while back, but abandoned.
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    Day 7: Interrupted while going/about to go                                       Red Sonja (Dynamite Comics)
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    Red Sonja, the She-Devil with a Sword, the most feared warrior in all of Hyrkania, was currently curled up in her tent, nursing a wicked hangover. Her tolerance for alcohol was as strong as her tolerance for pain, but her opponent from her last drinking contest had been no pushover.
    I’ve won, Sonja thought groggily, but at what cost? She closed her eyes, trying to stop her head from spinning.
     
    The cost became apparent a few hours later. To her relief, Sonja found that her headache was gone. She sat up and discovered another, less pleasant sensation: her bladder felt like it was going to burst! Sonja stood up gingerly, and gasped as she felt a few drops of pee leak out. The inner layer of cloth in her skimpy armor caught them, but she was more worried about the outer layer of chainmail. Blood and grime was hard enough to clean out of it; Sonja had no desire to see what urine would do. With her legs clenched tightly together, she staggered out of the tent.
     
    Sonja’s campsite was surrounded by a thicket of bushes. She had chosen the location to hide from potential enemies, but it would also provide some decent cover while she relieved herself. Sonja was not particularly modest (her attire was ample proof of that), but she had no desire to be ambushed at her most vulnerable. She took a quick look around her, then squatted down behind a particularly large mulberry bush and removed the lower portion of her armor.
     
    Sonja was about to relax her bladder and release all of her pent-up urine when the sound of a branch snapping overhead broke her concentration. 
    “Who disturbs me now?” Sonja growled. She looked up and found her answer: a hideous red-furred creature with spindly limbs and a whip-like tail. It peered down at Sonja with demonic yellow eyes and let out a high-pitched shriek, exposing a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth. She had no idea what exactly her unwanted visitor was, but Sonja could tell there was an unnatural force behind it. A demon of some kind? Whatever it was, she would have to deal with it before she could tend to her needs.
     
    Swift as a diving hawk, the monster leapt towards Sonja. The red-haired warrior was still in a squatting position and unable to stand up quickly. Instead, she rolled forward and felt a rush of air as her foe sailed over her. Momentarily safe, Sonja rose and turned to face the beast, baring her teeth in a vicious snarl.
    “Face me, you- ah!” Sonja’s attempt at a threat was squandered as she felt something warm and wet run down her leg. She was still bottomless, and a quick look down confirmed it: more of her urine had leaked out. Sonja had never been forced to fight while wetting herself before, and she was not eager to try. She had to finish this before the situation got out of hand.
     
    Sonja drew her sword and took a slash at the beast. Distracted by her overfilled bladder, however, her strike went wide, missing by several feet. The monster slashed at her with razor-sharp claws, catching her in the midsection. She suppressed a hiss of pain and swung again, and once again her foe dodged. This time, however, Sonja reversed her direction mid-strike, and her sword dug into the creature’s side. It howled, then turned and ran, trailing black blood behind it. Normally, Sonja would have pursued her opponent and finished it off. This time, however, she had more pressing matters to attend to.
     
    Sonja was barely able to lower herself back into a squat before the floodgates opened. Her bladder let go and a torrent of pee gushed out of her, splattering loudly on the ground. Sonja moaned with relief as she let out all of her pent-up urine.
    “Gods, what a relief!” she cried aloud, but the sound was nearly drowned out by the hissing and splashing. In fact, Sonja was fairly certain that anyone even remotely nearby would be able to hear her. At this point, though, she was beyond caring.
     
    As the minutes ticked by, Sonja’s thoughts turned from “It feels so good!” to “Will I ever stop pissing?” Eventually, however, her bladder was drained, and she breathed a final sigh of relief before wiping herself with a leaf from the bush. Sonja looked down at the golden pool she had produced.
    It looks like something a horse left, she thought. I’ll never drink that much again! She hesitated. Well, not for a few days, at least.
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    Next up: Scared/surprised into wetting
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    orangelion got a reaction from knockonthedoor in I Think my Boss Needs to Pee   
    I loved this chapter! Especially how she needed to hold it without any panties while the workers replaced her mattress
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    orangelion reacted to knockonthedoor in I Think my Boss Needs to Pee   
    A/N: Well, a day late and a dollar short, or two days. Sorry for the delay on this one. I had wanted to keep it to 1k, but I had a better idea for the ending, so I had to take some extra time. This interlude features a request by @Bucketman, and is the first completed request. Next up is @orangelion's request, who also has their suggestion for a codeword featured in this section. Though they request first, it made better sense story wise, because their section will feature a new- and important character as well! There's still one spot open for this round of 3 interludes, so if you have a request for a scene, make a suggestion. Though I reserve the right to decline or any reason. Lastly, tell me how I did! Bedwetting isn't usually part of my wheelhouse, so let me know what can be improved! I promise the next section will be on time for Thursday 11.11.2021

    Interlude 2.1

    The Friday evening drive home was always a chore. Traffic never cooperated, and the anticipation of a two day respite was great enough to make the minuets feel like hours. Pulling off the highway, Karenna found herself in a stare down with the red traffic light. She was tired and needed to pee, a situation most people would begrudge on a Friday night, but for Karenna, it was a fun debate to keep her mind occupied. In the nearly two weeks since her business trip with Mary-Ann, she found herself craving more experiences. But opportunities were limited. The light turned green. Coming home wasn’t so easy, her first night alone had felt just that- alone. She had laid in bed awake, their acts running through her mind. It was fun for Karenna, something so taboo that the two could enjoy together, but alone it turned sexual. Alone she was invaded by her own desires. It was just a few nights before she had to admit to herself that she was attracted to Mary-Ann. It wasn’t lust she was afraid of. Karenna was terrified that she might actually love her. Recently her sexual fantasies had been more or less a variation of the same concept. Karenna would wet herself and pretend that she was in front of Mary-Ann or a crowd of on lookers. Mary-Ann would care for the ‘embarrassed’ Karenna and the young black woman would pleasure herself at the thought of her caring boss comforting her, in every way imaginable.
    She had turned left and was headed home. With her nipples hardened and her nethers warming to her recounting of her fantasies, she was hoping to get back to her apartment and stave off another round of desires.
    As if to mock her, she wasn’t more than a block from home when her phone rang. It was Mary-Ann. Their calls had gotten more frequent and more and more casual, a sign of their bond. Nonetheless, it glued Karenna’s thoughts to the other end of the receiver. She picked up
    “Hey boss, miss me already?” She felt that was too on the nose
    “Of course Kar. No but actually, I was calling to let you know that Cassie passed her phone interview today.”
    “Really? You sure about her?”
    “No. But I took a chance on you and look how that turned out.”
    Yeah but I’m me. Karenna wanted to remind Mary-Ann, instead she replied
    “I guess. I still think she’s too crass. Too raw.”
    “Well, she’ll be in next Tuesday. I saw you closed the Stevenson loan.”
    The two continued to talk business, recapping the week and discussing their plans for next week. As Karenna parked in her spot, she took a long look at her lonely apartment building. Mary-Ann was still discussing a new business concept, and while Karenna was interested in learning, she was more interested in steering their talk to a more pertinent subject. Karenna hadn’t gotten the opportunity to play with Mary-Ann since their trip, and now that she had her friend on the phone, Karenna was going to take her opportunity. It was an easy decision, to decide to pee her pants, and not one that she would have even considered a month ago. But the challenge was going to be to advance the conversation in that direction.
    Taking her phone off of speaker and getting out of her parked car, Karenna responded to Mary-Ann’s statement
    “Yeah, I just don’t know how effective radio ads still are. I get that they’re cheap, but how many people are we reaching? And are they the people we want to work with?” Karenna trudged up the stairs, her need increasing as she fumbled for her keys. A perfect opening to change the conversation.
    She let Mary-Ann know she was putting her phone down as she unlocked her door. This broke the conversation, putting the ball back in her court. She swung her heavy door back open and grabbed her phone, ready to swing the conversation in the direction she wanted.
    “Sorry about that boss. You ever feel like the door is a little triggering?”
    Mary-Ann sounded confused “No? Triggering? What do you mean?”
    “Well, I forgot to make that last ‘pit stop’ before leaving the office, and I feel like it just got a hundred times worse when I tried the lock.”
    “Sure. You ‘forgot’” Mary-Ann playfully teased
    “Hey, I behave during the workday!” Karenna was being honest, she was proud of herself for that much
    “Oh! That reminds me.” Mary-Ann had moved off of work. Karenna wondered if this had just been a social call all along. “Guess who called me Wednesday?”
    “I have a pretty good idea boss” Karenna walked around the corner to her dresser. Picking out a pair of tight jorts, she started to undress her business bottoms
    “Tyler. The guy finally found some courage.” Mary-Ann’s voice was higher pitched. Her excitement obvious
    “Sounds like fun.” That was the best Karenna could do as she slipped her jorts on over her grey panties. She still wore her white blouse and blazer. An odd combo
    “He was so nervous. It was real cute.” Her voice trailed off as if she wanted to add something. Karenna prodded
    “So? What happened?”
    “Well, we have coffee next Thursday. But I kind of wonder if he’d be so nervous if he knew that I had just…um…had my ‘dam’ burst.”
    “Wait! Boss that’s it!”
    “That what?”
    “You remember, the last day? We were out on the balcony-“
    “Yeah, and it was super awkward for about five seconds.” The two friends laughed, both recalling the event
    “So that’s the codeword!” Karenna was excited “The dam won't hold. Or something like that. A lot better than how I tried to say it!”
    The two broke into laughter again, a fond memory for the both of them. Karenna continued
    “So you’re talking to your crush in your pee pants…” As she said this she let herself leak. Just a little
    Mary-Ann nervously laughed “Yeah. I mean. Can you imagine if he knew how I looked?”
    Karenna smiled to herself. She wanted to ask Mary-Ann what she had been wearing. She knew that would be a question to far. She settled for releasing another spurt in her panties. Making her way into her small, tiled kitchen, she knew what she was about to do. She went for it. She was going to piss her jorts and Mary-Ann would know about it.
    “I wouldn’t have minded what you looked like boss.” Karenna said in a playful manner, as she started leaking again
    “I’m sure you’d accommodate me and my wet pants Kar. But don’t let me take up your whole night-“
    Karenna interrupted. Her purposeful leak had become a slow stream. Her crotch was feeling a familiar warm and she was out of time if she was going to tell Mary-Ann.
    “Yeah, this conversation went on a little too long.” A hiss escaped her body as her jorts began to darken, trying to absorb her full force
    “Oh, what? Now your ‘dam’ won’t hold?” Mary-Ann asked spiritedly
    “Uh-huh.” Karenna wanted to say more but she was enjoying the warm wet sensation down her thighs too much. Mary-Ann took up the mantle
    “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you did that on purpose!” Her cheerful tone was infectious
    “No! Of course not!” Karenna said lightheartedly “You know I did make an extra trip to the water cooler, and we were having such a pleasant talk. That’s why I’m standing in a puddle, honest! I mean, who would do this on purpose?”
    The two friends chortled as Karenna was finishing her pee. Her jorts had not done a great job at absorbing her yellowish pee, and despite the wide and obvious stain, Karenna could feel the excess dripping down and over her feet. It joined the rest of her puddle. Her act had been obvious had anyone seen her, and Karenna was exhilarated in having shared it with Mary-Ann.
    “Don’t know if you’re done, but there was a point to my calling you.” Mary-Ann’s laughter had died down
    “Do tell.”
    “Would you like to get lunch for ourselves tomorrow?”
    “I can’t really tomorrow, I have that new mattress being delivered. Next weekend?”
    “Sure thing. And try to remember to use the restroom at the office. Remember, peeing your pants is a fire-able offence.”
    The two buddies laughed at Sarah’s expense.
    “Hey, you too boss! Let’s not forget who started this whole thing! Lets just hope you make it home.”
    “I don’t know, it seemed like you had so much fun. And it is a bit of a long ride from here…” Mary-Ann let her voice trail off provocatively
    The two hung up amicably, their little game had brought them so much joy. But Karenna wasn’t done. That second wave of desperation had hit her as it always did, and it would need to be released. Karenna pretzeled her legs and gripped her womanhood tightly. She wasn’t that desperate, but she had switched games. No longer was she the friend in a two person game. No longer was she spitting in the face of taboo and embarrassment. Now she was embracing it. In her mind, as she released her second wave of urine, she was alone again.
    It ran down the same darkened patterns, and splattered into the same cold puddle of pee that she stood in. But Karenna was now just that. In her mind she was just scared and alone, unable to find a toilet in time. As it ran over her hand and sprayed the tiled floor again, Karenna pined for this side too. And though her second stream was already tapering off, she still weakly put her free hand in front of her face. She pretended the apparitions were taking photos. She imagined the flashes of twenty different cameras as her flow stopped. She imagined that they all had their little images. That she would be stuck in that time. A woman in her puddle of piss, and her stained jorts.
    As she finished her clean up, Karenna couldn’t help but wonder if she could manufacture the shame that she desired. She replayed her conversation with Mary-Ann over and over again. An idea struck her. She was tired, and after a light dinner would see herself off to an early sleep. But if she had an extra glass of wine or two at dinner, maybe she could have some fun with her old mattress on its last day. She set her alarm for just an hour before the movers were supposed to show. If she woke up wet, she’d have to rush to hide it; if she woke up dry, perhaps she could manufacture a wet bed anyway.
    Sticking to her plan, she had her light dinner. An extra glass of wine. Or two. She hadn’t been sleeping well, and had planned to take a sleeping pill either way, but when combined with the wine in her system, Karenna was drowsy in just a few moments. Having already donned her pajamas, it felt like a chore to move her tired body to her bedspread. As she crawled under the covers, her phone buzzed. It was a text from Mary-Ann
    I think you’re right about the lock being a little triggering. Looks like my dam didn’t hold either! 😜
    A picture accompanied the text, one of Mary-Ann’s lower legs was clad in piss-stained jeans. Knowing that Mary-Ann wasn’t wearing jeans at the office today, Karenna smiled. To have a friend that enjoyed their game as much as she did was a pleasant thought. As she drifted into a deep sleep, she thought about how fun it was to have a boss that peed her pants too.
    The wine had taken hours to process through Karenna’s body. Owing itself to the body’s ability to slow its processes while sleeping, the first few hours of sleep were unabated. The voices of neighbors and traffic volume penetrated the thin walls of the apartment. But they were not nearly enough to wake Karenna. Her body wished it had been. Her bladder had stretched as far as it could to protect its master, but that protection was wearing thin.  Not wanting to lose the wine and water, her body tightened its grip on her bladder. Years of training had conditioned it to protect Karenna from any embarrassment that it might cause. But as her kidneys continued to dump their excess into the black woman’s bulging bladder, embarrassment might be unavoidable.
    Trying it’s best to wake the slumbering Karenna, her body desperately tried to warn her. Every alarm was sent to her brain, every warning that her bladder was too full was delivered. But it wasn’t received. Karenna continued to sleep, dreamless. The sleeping pill had done its job, and her bladder was paying the price. Her bladder was too full, and her muscles could only be tightened for so long. Her body was about to relax, and gave one more desperate plea to its master. Still, Karenna slept.
    It was a shiver. Then a trickle. Had she been in the nude, the slowly forming stream would have just looked like moisture. It was clear, and had someone been near her, all they would have known was that a suspicious sound was stemming from Karenna. While not nearly as strong as her daytime wetting, her usual hiss had been relaced by a slight trickle. What sounded like a creek gently pushing itself over rocks was in fact Karenna’s urine pushing though her genital walls. As her bladder fully contracted, the slight trickle had become a small stream. She didn’t know it, but Karenna was wetting the bed.
    The light fabric of her pink pajama bottoms held a little bit of her urine, but they quickly darkened. The thin fabric was just a temporary barrier as Karenna’s piss started to soak the sheets. Unlike her typical standing wettings, the pee pooled around her crotch, forming a small lake just below her crotch. The pool of urine seeped into her pajama legs, giving her formerly pink fabric a dark hue. As the last of her urine poured out, it soaked the back of her loose shirt. The entirety of Karenna’s butt was drenched in urine. Karenna’s spread legs now housed a cooling pool of urine. Without knowing it, Karenna had peed her pajamas and in her bed.
    Waking up was a blur. Whether it was eight in the morning or noon, Karenna had no idea. Was her phone ringing? Wasn’t it her alarm? No. Someone was calling her. She reached for it, and felt a cold pool of liquid. As she grabbed her phone off the night stand, she felt naughty. While not the shame she was hoping for, it was still something different. Her phone gave her an unrecognized number. As she felt the familiar feeling of a desperately needed morning pee, she sensed an opportunity for more play. Expecting a spam caller, she picked up the phone and began to relieve her bladder into her pajamas and bed. Her cold crotch quickly warmed again and she answered the phone
    “Hi is this Ms. Bryant?” It wasn’t a spam caller
    “This is she.”
    “Are you home today? We have your mattress” The man had some strain in his voice, obviously from the weight of the object
    “Umm…Ah...ahh! Just…Just give me a moment!” Karenna had to think fast. She had intended, if had had been, tell the spam caller that they made her pee herself. She tried to stem the flow.
    Clutching herself, her hand was immersed in a lukewarm puddle of pee. Stopping was hard. A jet of urine escaped. Then another spirt. She compressed her legs. They dragged through her puddle as well. Finally she stopped, still desperate. She couldn’t get the door in her pajamas, especially now that they were piss stained pink shorts. Though she was panicking, her hardened nipples told the real story. Bouncing in front of her dresser, Karenna quickly removed her darkened shorts. Next was her shirt. She flung them around the corner into the open bathroom. She crossed her legs as she flung a yellow sundress on. She didn’t have time for underwear. It was as unseasonable as her dress, but at this point necessary.
    There was a knock on the door. The men had been waiting for nearly 20 minutes. What was Karenna to do about the sheets? She flung them aside, her puddle dripping onto the carpeted floor. Her old mattress now showed a wet stain. One that was not coming out in a few moments. Thinking quickly, she tossed her white shirt over the stain. It covered it well, but for how long?
    She finally answered the door. Trying to conceal her desperation was an immense challenge. Both the men were annoyed as they lugged the large box into the den. She had them set it down in the middle of the room, and as they both turned to set their heavy load down, Karenna crossed her legs. She felt like she was moments away from losing it on the floor. Exhaling at the pain she tried to look normal. One of the men gave her a stare. He had mistaken her exasperation for impatience. She would take that over him knowing the truth. Standing, the two men prepped to take her old mattress away. Karenna had to think quickly
    “Oh, let me help with that.”
    “It’s fine Ma’am, we can handle it.”
    “No! No, see it’s close to the wall and…” She nearly started to pee “…and it’s awkward without three people.”
    “Whatever. Take the end next to Cliff.”
    “I think I’d be better in the middle.” Clumsily smiling she hoped she could get away with it
    “Whatever.” He shrugged again
    Just don’t pee. Flip the mattress for them. Take your shirt. Don’t pee. Just don’t pee. Oh my God you’re peeing
    The strain in lifting and flipping the heavy mattress was too much for her small frame. A quick spirt and a small trickle followed. It stopped, just for a moment. A bead of pee ran down her leg and onto the carpet. Cringing she helped move the now flipped mattress through her small apartment. As they neared the door she removed her shirt, its cover over her stain no longer needed. She was about to explode. She set her shirt down on the small table and grabbed her purse. The two men opened the door. As she grabbed an ample tip, she knew she was out of time. She wobbled towards the door, trying to stay composed. A spurt. A leak. A flow. As she handed the man a generous sum of money over his shoulder, she crossed her legs. An attempt to hid the fact that a small stream of pee was running down the back of them. She hoped there was no sound as it escaped. The man was about to leave. He saw the tip. He turned to thank her.
    “Woah! Hey you’re alright after all.”
    “N-no…nah n-no problem.” Karenna sputtered out, a small puddle began to form down her leg.
    She nearly closed the door on the confused man. Whether or not he saw her, Karenna didn’t care. She sprinted towards the bathroom, her holding ability nearly dashed. Pee was starting to spray out of her. A trail followed her as she flung the bathroom door open. With pee running down her legs Karenna decided to sit on the brim of the tub. Finally relaxing, she sighed.
    Her urine charged forth, splattering the walls of the tub and spraying her butt with the residue. As she hissed into her tub, her tub drain started to gurgle, evidence of a long-held pee. Karenna grabbed the sides of the bathtub for support. Moaning with relief as she enjoyed the release, Karenna looked back down the hall. Cleaning up a trail of pee was going to be her next task, but as her deflated bladder finally started to empty, she reflected on the whole experience.
    It had been her first bedwetting as an adult. She certainly enjoyed the embarrassment and surprise of waking up to wet shorts and an obvious accident, but she felt short changed from missing the experience of the wetting itself. Maybe next time, she’d be awake while she wet her sheets. After all, she did have a new bed to christen.
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    orangelion got a reaction from TheDudeIV in I Think my Boss Needs to Pee   
    I'll admit I prefer peeing without panties(such as going commando, being bottomless, or peeing with panties down), but this is still hot and well written.
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    orangelion got a reaction from sender in Trij's art   
    This is some really good art. Your line and color work are great, though the proportions are a bit off in some of the pictures. And there's no need to apologize for not posting free content.
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    orangelion reacted to sender in Trij's art   
    I'm sorry I kept this thread quite dead this past few weeks, but I've been quite busy doing other stuff. But I did another drawing 😄 
    I hope you like it!
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    orangelion reacted to Quackduck in Paige likes to hold her pee   
    An Experiment in Desperation
    All Paige had on when she went to sleep one night was a pair of sweatpants, fully commando and with her breasts exposed. She sat on the edge of her bed until she drained the huge cup of water she'd prepared, then she curled up under the covers. Her stomach was full with cold water; she could hear and feel it slosh every time she rolled over.
    Eventually, she fell asleep. It was only sunrise when she woke up busting to piss. She put her pillow between her legs and layed there for a while longer, enjoying the rest but unable to keep from squirming constantly. She actually managed to briefly fall asleep before being jolted awake by the sensation of urine seeping out of her pussy and saturating her pants. Her hands shot to her crotch.
    "Holy shit, I have to pee," she muttured as she sat up, gripping herself tightly. She scooted to the edge of the bed, patting her crotch. She lightly pushed down on her bladder with the tips of her fingers, fanning her legs madly and wriggling her butt. It hurt. She started tapping herself on her bulging, piss filled organ, making it pulse under an intense wave of discomfort with every tap.
    Paige was experimenting, trying to find for herself what Eleanor had mentioned to her the other night. Although the sensation of a full bladder was giving her the expected, euphoric sensation in her nether regions, she still couldn't shake the instinct to keep pressure away from her belly when she was so full of urine. She pulled the waistband away from herself until it was almost to her knees. The poor girl felt like she was going to pop, her swollen bladder sticking out visibly. She felt a slight draft in between her legs where she had peed herself a bit.
    When Eleanor had hit her pretty, she only felt cramped. Paige was pretty hesitant to try recreating that, so she took the cup, put it under her tight bladder, and layed belly-down on her bed, sticking her ass up to keep from crushing her bloated organ too much right away.
    Searing discomfort and a soft but uncontrollable leak.
    She jumped onto her side, squeezing herself and rolling onto her back. Her bloated, pee-filled organ was screaming. The pain reached all the way down to her peehole. She felt like crying from the torture she was putting herself through. This wasn't worth it, she decided.
    She scooted to the edge of the bed again and took her sweatpants off. As soon as the cup was positioned under her pussy, she exploded into it, filling it almost to the brim with hot piss.
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    orangelion reacted to Quackduck in Shamefully Desperate Carriage Ride   
    "Etiquette is important to keeping up appearances because keeping up appearances is important," said Svetlana, taking a swig straight from the wine bottle, "but embarrassment is such a useless emotion. I've been making an honest effort of removing it from my psyche."
    "And how have you been doing that?" Mirabelle asked skeptically. She shifted in her seat uncomfortably as her friend talked, allowing her to carry on the conversation as she focused on her tight, swollen bladder.
    "Doing things that embarrass me. It's rather liberating, actually. And once I've done something, I feel like the challenge has been met. The next time will feel more casual. More free. I was a quiet little mouse for far too long."
    "Quiet little mouse?" she laughed.
    "Well, maybe not as reserved as you."
    "Well, what's something that embarrasses you?"
    Svetlana thought for a second. "Well," she said, "I suppose I've got to urinate, and if I was alone..." She moved her hand to her crotch and squeezed it. Mirabelle gazed uncomfortably. She'd wanted to do that for a while now. Still, she couldn't bring herself to.
    "You ever say rude things in that pursuit?"
    "Oh, all the time," Svetlana took another swig. "The other day, I called this man I was on a date with a twat for chewing with his mouth open. He thought it was funny. I'm seeing him again next week."
    "That's just lucky," she said.
    "That's what I thought when I started. But it's all about confidence. Every one of us is human. Why don't we let ourselves do human things?" she lifted her butt and farted. Mirabelle averted her eyes and cringed.
    "When is this carriage supposed to arrive?" she asked, squeezing the side of her dress.
    "It's on its way. Figuring that out wouldn't make it come any faster, so we may as well let it be." 
    "Well, I'd like to know if something was going wrong. I'd really like to get to the inn soon, and if need be, another carriage should be called as soon as--"
    "Oh, will you relax? It's coming, just give it some time."
    "I'm not sure how much time I have," she muttered so her companian couldn't hear. Her legs were tightly crossed, but her hands were sat politely on her lap. She wiped some sweat from her forehead. Mirabelle had to pee really, really bad. She felt annoyed by the display Svetlana was putting on: tapping herself between her fanning legs as if she was about to piss herself. In truth, she had no idea what her friend was feeling, and Mirabelle didn't need a constant reminder of her own urgent need.
    It was a long time before they saw the light on the coach apprach from outside. Luckily, Svetlana carried on the conversation almost by herself. She would occasionally bring up how badly she needed to urinate, but Mirabelle's poor bladder was screaming. She was posed a bit forward, legs squeezing tightly together and thighs tensed. 
    "Ah! Here we are," Svetlana said, getting up and heading towards the door. Her friend pushed herself up and walked awkwardly behind her.
    She let out a strained sigh as she climbed into the carriage and sat down. The ride was not a smooth one. The bumps were constant and unforgiving.
    "Are you feeling alright?" Svetlana finally asked.
    "I g-gotta visit the chamber pot..." she muttered miserably, rocking back and forth. "Very badly..."
    "Oh! Can you hold it 'till the inn?" Svetlana asked.
    Mirabelle was holding in so much urine that she was trembling under the strain, and her muscles were beginning to fail. A small spurt leaked its way into her underwear, leading her to start squirming a bit more frantically. "How long until the inn?" she asked.
    "How long until the inn?" Svetlana repeated louder so that the stagecoach could hear.
    "Under an hour," he called back.
    Maribelle turned white. "Oh, no no... I can't wait an hour! That's too long!"
    "He said under an hour."
    "That means close to an hour," her voice was shaking.
    "No, it means under an hour. We'll be there really soon, Maribelle. Hold it strong girl, okay?"
    She felt her cheeks get hot. "You don't understand..."
    "What, you think I've never had to pee before? I have to pee so bad right now. I'm not comfortable in the slightest."
    "What am I gonna do..." she groaned, her bladder pulsing erratically. She felt like she was going to pop. She was scooting her butt around in the seat and gripping her dress, her screaming urge to urinate in the forefront of her attention.
    "Repeat after me," Svetlana said, pulling off her underwear. Mirabelle watched confused and taken aback as she took the last swig and positioned the empty wine bottle between her legs.
    "You can't!" Mirabelle said, shocked.
    "I definitely can," she replied, pulling her underwear off. Her friend averted her eyes, staring out the window.
    Out of the corner of her eye, Mirabelle saw Svetlana pulled her pussy up and apart with her pointer and middle finger. There was an awkward moment of silence, then the sight and sound of clear-yellow liquid squirting and streaming into the glass. Her aim was far from perfect, missing a bit spraying onto her hand and thigh.
    "Oh, god..." Mirabelle groaned, doubling over and resting her head on her knees. She needed to piss so badly she was thinking couldn't take it anymore.
    "I really needed this," Svetlana moaned as her piss stream hit a second wind. As it hissed to a stop, she rubbed herself almost masturbatorally as she put the wine bottle between her legs.
    Mirabelle's huge swollen bladder throbbed with an almost unbearable intensity. "God!" she choked. "I can't take this, Svetlana! I'm going to hurt myself!"
    "The bottle, Mirabelle'l she replied, picking up the dripping bottle and held it out to her. "There's no good reason to do this to yourself!"
    "Oh, godd..." she pressed her fingertips into herself, rocking back and forth in miserable desperation. She was fighting the urge not to cry.
    "I understand being embarrassed to do this, Mirabelle," Svetlana told her, "and I understand that it might seem like it's easier for me to do these things. Perhaps it is. But you are in so much pain right now. As your friend, I honestly think you should use this bottle."
    "How much longer will this trip take?" Mirabelle choked, turning her head towards the stagecoach.
    "Twenty minutes," he replied.
    As he said it, Mirabelle pissed herself a little bit. "Ohh!!!" she moaned, scooting back and forth to stop herself.
    "Would you want the carriage to stop so you can go outside?" Svetlana asked. Miraballe shook her head.
    "It's only twenty minutes. I can wait twenty minutes."
    "You look like you can't even wait five minutes."
    Another hard spurt. She doubled over and groaned. Her busting bladder felt like it was going to literally explode from the sheer amount of urine that she had inside of her. "I'll be fine!" she huffed. Serious pain was radiating from her extremely overfull bladder.
    Some awkward silence went by, where Svetlana was actually quiet and Mirabelle was struggling to hold in her pee.
    When Mirabelle started to leak uncontrollably, she lost every last ounce of composure she had. Completely abandoning her attempts to hold onto her dignity, she gripped herself with both hands, squeezing and sliding around in her seat. She was in so much pain that tears were streaming down her face. 
    "H-How long d-do you think i-it's been?" she whispered shakily, still intermittently pissing slightly.
    "Ten minutes. That's what I'd guess."
    "I'm not gonna make it..." she muttered.
    Her almost constant stream of urine was wetting her clothes and spreading, despite her honest attempt at keeping the dam closed. "I think I'm-" she started, before doubling over.
    "What?" Svetlana asked, before the spot had grown to obvious visibility.
    "F-fuck!" Mirabelle choked as her stream grew to an uncontrollable strength. The hissing was audible, then the dripping off of the seat was, too. She eventially let go completely, completely soaking and ruining her dress as she sighed, revelling in the relief.
    "Uh oh," Svetlana said, her cheeks and nose turning pink.
    "Ah, whatever," she mumbled, still pissing as she skinned off her underwear. She grabbed the bottle and attempted to piss into it, doing about as accurately as Svetlana did. "Shame is a useless emotion. Right? That's what you said? There's no need to be embarrassed about this."
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