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  1. FullBladder85

    The City Without a Ladies Room

    I've seen that story before, DesperateJill is a good writer. That said, I came up with the concept for this story long before I read her story, but I struggled to get it to work until more recently for a lot of the reasons @The Dark Wolf outlined. As for Erin using a urinal, the thought has definitely crossed my mind. Of course, in an entire city of desperate women, any of them might get desperate enough to use a urinal after a long time away from home, especially if they know they'll have to continue to hold it for many hours if they don't pee in the urinal... I toyed with the same thing in earlier iterations of this story. In an earlier version of this story I had a secret group called the 'Piss-Illuminati' secretly controlling the city and engineering it for their own pleasure to make the female residents as desperate to pee as possible. But like you I couldn't really figure out what to do to make the desperation interesting. Honestly, what worked for me in writing part #1 is to come up with a character who I knew I could write a good story with even if I threw her into a completely different story. From there it was a lot easier to make the concept, a City without a ladies room, change to fit the character I had designed. Thanks for those suggestions, they were enjoyable to read, I felt like I was reading a really short story instead of a suggestion. 🙂 . I enjoyed A a bit more, but B was great as well.
  2. FullBladder85

    The City Without a Ladies Room

    Wow, thanks guys, I've never gotten so many replies so quickly to a story before. I've definitely had the idea of a lady peeing in one of those places, I'm sure I'll find an opportunity for it later in the story. That's why I write stories like this, glad you liked it. 🙂 Agreed, a lot of my fantasy's about this fetish are great to fantasize about, but not things I'd want to put anyone through in real life. That said, the way you describe your struggle pretty much mirrors mine. I really wanted to write about a dystopia of some sort that keeps all the women desperate to pee, but I struggled at introducing the concept without a giant wall of pages of text before any action occurs. My way around it was to focus on just one person living under the dystopian rules as an accepted way of life, with the narrator an outsider to the dystopian system to introduce the readers to it. Thanks a lot, glad you all liked it. 🙂
  3. Hey, it's been a while since I've posted a story. I've been toying around with the concept behind this story for a while, but couldn't figure out how to make it work until a week and a half ago, when the words just really started to flow from my brain onto the keyboard. A week ago I even announced in a status update that I was going to get this story done and posted by the end of today (along with a little preview you might have already read), and for once I finally met my deadline. ===== The City Without a Ladies Room It's hard to focus on work, or much of anything else when you really have to pee. I didn't need to pee, I had used the men's room only an hour ago. But I was still quite distracted because of my co-worker Erin, because I knew she really had to pee quite badly. Erin had come in shortly before 8 AM, sipping on a large Starbuck's coffee. She had finished draining it within an hour and helped herself to several refills with office coffee throughout the day. I know what you're thinking, Erin could just take a quick break to visit the ladies room when she inevitably needed to pee after all that coffee. I would have thought the same thing, until I moved here recently to take this job. I had spent the first day traveling the city shopping for stuff for my apartment. I was always able to find a men's room in department stores, restaurants, and the malls. There were even plenty of urinals out in public places, often without much of any privacy screens, which plenty of men freely used. But throughout the entire day I never saw a single ladies room. I began to realize as the day went by that many of the women I saw looked rather uncomfortable, especially the women working the stores I visited. Many of the women I saw kept shifting their legs around anxiously, a few were even openly holding themselves. It seemed that all the women I saw needed to pee, some of them quite badly by mid-afternoon. I soon realized they had been holding it all day since they had left home. But there was nowhere for the women to go, so they all just held it without complaint as they continued to work or shop, as if this was an ordinary thing. Women in this city were expected to hold it until they got home where they could finally use their own toilet. Back to the present, Erin's love for her Starbuck's coffee was only making the lack of a ladies room even more of a problem for her bladder situation as the day went on. To my surprise Erin was fine throughout the morning despite draining several large cups of coffee. I guess when you can't pee in public and you love your coffee you build up a larger bladder overtime. But by the early afternoon Erin finally began to get fidgety and shift her legs around as she worked at her desk, but that didn't stop her from grabbing yet another coffee soon after coming back from lunch. By 3 PM Erin was openly crossing her legs as we worked together on a project. She clearly needed to pee, probably quite badly by now, yet she was just starting on her 5th cup of coffee by my count. I had been silent on the subject all day, but given how bad her bladder situation appeared to be getting, and how we still had another 2 hours of work left, I had to say something. "Erin, is that coffee really a good idea considering how much you've already had today?" I asked her. "Truthfully, it's probably not Jeff. I've already gotta piss pretty bad when I get home, I haven't gone in 8 hours already" she admitted sheepishly as she took another sip of coffee, all while continuing to squirm around anxiously in her seat. "Then maybe you shouldn't drink the rest of that cup of coffee, otherwise it'll make you need to pee even worse" I suggested sensibly. "I mean what is it, your 5th one today Erin? You must be dying to pee already, and we've still got 2 more hours left until quitting time!". "I know, but I'm addicted Jeff, I've gotta have my coffee. Surely you understand, you've had nearly as much coffee as me Jeff " she pointed out, with an eye on my own coffee cup. "Yes, but I've already had to use the office men's room 3 times today because of drinking all that coffee Erin. You haven't been able to go even once, and you've had more coffee then me already due to that large Starbuck's coffee you picked up on the way to work!" I pointed out. I left it unsaid how badly I had needed to pee before visiting the men’s room each time, I'm sure it's the last thing Erin would have wanted to hear while dealing with such a full bladder. "Oh, don't worry about me Jeff, I can handle a little more coffee" Erin insisted without concern. Her coffee cup was anything but 'little' like she insisted. "I know I said I really had to pee bad when I got home, but I can hold it till then Jeff. This is hardly the first time I've risked having one too many cups of coffee out in public, I'm used to dealing with the consequences of my caffeine addiction Jeff. Now let's get back to work, shall we?". I tried to focus on work with Erin like she asked, but it was extremely difficult to. Erin was already quite the eye candy to look at with her beautiful long dark hair, her slender body, and her warm smile. Not to mention she was about my age, mid-20's. How could I possibly focus on work when a girl like that was sitting next to me bursting for a pee, and squirming around in her seat in the sexiest way? How could I focus on work when I knew that Erin still had to hold on for several more hours, because there were no lady's rooms in the city? How could I focus on work when Erin insisted on continuing to drink more coffee anyway despite her obviously desperate need to pee? Bad as the situation was for Erin, the thought that she might not be able to make it excited me. Let's just say I was very glad that my crotch was hidden from Erin's view at that moment. By 4:30 PM, with 9 and a half hours separating her from her last trip to her toilet at home, and her 5th cup of coffee fully drained, Erin couldn't sit still anymore. She rocked back and forth at the edge of her seat, trying to jam her heel against her pee hole as she tried to focus on her work. A quick look around the office told me that Erin was hardly alone in her struggle. Even the women who had tried to avoid drinking too much throughout the day had built up a large supply of piss in their bladder by now. The women were all clearly eager to rid themselves of their brewing load of boiling piss when they got home, some more then others, as seen by all their uncomfortable squirming. But none of them had drank as much coffee as Erin had, so she probably needed a piss the worst of all. "Ok, maybe that last cup of coffee was a mistake Jeff" Erin finally admitted as she held herself. "I know you're thinking it Jeff, don't deny it" she added. "I was debating telling you 'I told you so', but now I don't have to" I admitted. "I know you really love your coffee Erin, but you had to know you'd be feeling it later like this when you drank so much. Why do you do it to yourself when you know you won't be able to pee for a number of hours?". "Because I refuse to let the availability of a toilet dictate my life Jeff" Erin answered stubbornly as she continued to squirm around anxiously in her seat. “And besides, if I didn’t need to piss bad by now towards the end of my shift, I’d be severely dehydrated Jeff. So, it’s better for me to drink a bunch of coffee like you guys, even if I can’t pee for a long while. My bladder will just have to deal with it and wait till I’m home”. "Have you ever had to find a secluded alley to take a leak because you had too much coffee and waited too long?" I asked curiously. "No! That's gross and illegal Jeff!" she answered with disgust. "And no, I wouldn't consider doing such a disgusting thing even if it were legal, I’d still hold it!" she added, with her legs now tightly crossed. "You guys may be able to drink your coffee and pee whenever you want, but not me, us ladies just have to hold it Jeff". I'm sure the last half hour of work stretched out the slowest for Erin. By now I felt myself needing to pee yet again from my last coffee, and it was quickly becoming more urgent. I knew I should just get up and use the men's room, especially before I left the office. But I didn't want to miss a second of Erin's desperate struggle, so I held it with her without saying anything about my need. When the clock finally hit 5 PM Erin was too busy typing up an email to notice the time, and I selfishly kept silent about it. I wondered how much longer Erin would keep working and delay her trip home for a much-needed piss if I said nothing. Erin was my next-door neighbor at the apartment I had recently moved into, so we both took the same bus to and from work. I knew we didn't need to rush out of the office right away at 5 PM to catch the first bus home, but we couldn't waste too much time before leaving either. It took 10 minutes before Erin finally realized what time it was, I was almost glad when she finally did, as I really needed to pee by that point. "Jeff look at the time! We need get moving, otherwise we'll miss the first bus home" Erin announced anxiously as she moved to shut her computer down. I quickly followed suit. "I'm glad the workday is finally over Jeff. I really want to get home so that I can pee for the first time in 10 hours" she added happily as she fidgeted her legs around. "Now that you mention it, I've definitely got to pee before we leave Erin. I wish the men's room wasn't in the opposite direction of the elevator" I told her. I wasn't trying to purposely delay Erin farther, I was seriously doubting that I could hold it till I got back home if I tried. I was about ready to grab my cock through my pants in desperation. Still, I couldn't help but feel insensitive telling Erin I needed to stop and take piss before we left, knowing that Erin needed to pee much worse and had been holding it for much longer. Erin gave me an annoyed look. "We don't have time for you to run across the building for a piss Jeff, we'll miss the first bus for sure if you do. Just use the public urinals in the lobby area" Erin suggested in a matter-of-fact tone as she beckoned me to follow her to the elevator. She was referring to several urinals by the front door of the office building with practically no privacy except for your turned back. While I didn't have anything against using a urinal with basically no privacy, the thought of using it in front of Erin and the other women who hadn't been allowed to pee all day by the city sounded downright cruel to the girls. "I think it would be better for both of us if I just ran to the men's room and caught up with you at the bus stop" I suggested as we waited for the elevator. Rather than accept my suggestion and leave it at that, Erin refused to drop the subject. "What's wrong with just using the urinals in the lobby area Jeff? You aren't pee shy, are you?" she asked me frankly as she crossed her legs and squirmed around anxiously. Did Erin somehow not mind seeing other guys piss away in the urinals next to her, even when she badly needed relief herself? "No Erin. I just don't want to be the jerk who pees right in front of a bunch of desperate women like you who haven’t been able to pee all day" I explained as we entered the elevator. I thought my answer should have been obvious to Erin already. To my surprise, rather than be grateful, I saw a flash of annoyance on Erin's face. "I figured you must have felt that way when you didn't want to use the urinals Jeff. A lot of the guys who are new to the city feel pee shy like that around the public urinals at first" Erin said sympathetically, as she openly held herself and continued to squirm around anxiously. "Jeff, do you really think me, and the other women haven't seen guys using the public urinals countless times when we already really need to pee?" she asked me gently. "Well... I admit I'm so new to this city that I never thought of that. I guess with how prevalent the public urinals are it's silly to think you haven't" I admitted. Erin nodded in acknowledgement as she crossed her legs. "But that doesn’t mean that it’s not being really unfair to you ladies" I added, to which Erin rolled her eyes. "It's an everyday occurrence Jeff. I won't mind if you pee in the lobby area urinals in front of me, neither will the other office women. We see it all the time Jeff, it's nothing new" she reassured me. "Besides, the urinals are met for you guys to use Jeff. It wouldn't be fair to you for me and the ladies to tell you to just not to use them". Silence stretched between us as I tried to wrap my head around Erin's reassurance and gentle encouragement, all while my bladder continued to bother me. Part of me thought that Erin's attitude on the subject made some sense given how long she'd lived in the city. But the other part of me couldn't get over the fact that a woman who hadn't peed in over 10 hours and had 5 large cups of coffee during that time (enough to make me piss myself twice) was trying to encourage me to pee in a urinal in front of her. I was anxious and still had to piss like a racehorse when we got to the ground floor, but Erin no doubt needed to piss much worse then me. I glanced over at Erin again, she was holding so much boiling piss back that she had a noticeable bladder bulge, which her pants were painfully digging into. Erin continued to fidget around anxiously and subtly grab her crotch as she stepped off the elevator. "Erin, are you sure you want me to pee in the urinals instead of dashing to the men's room?" I asked her. "Yes! Just go pee in the urinal already Jeff! I won't look" she promised impatiently as she shook her legs around. "Just try and hurry it up so that we make the first bus ok. You aren't the only one who really needs to piss Jeff!". In that moment Erin's insistence on me peeing in the urinal suddenly made a lot more sense. She was impatient to get home, and release her heavy load of boiling piss, that had been troubling her bladder for hours now. She was so eager to rid herself of the boiling piss that she was willing to listen to me pee in a urinal right next to her if it got her home to her toilet quicker. I hurried to one of the urinals and began unzipping my pants to take my cock out. Despite her bladder's much greater need then mine, I saw Erin standing just a few feet off to the side rather than waiting for me outside. She waited with politely averted eyes as I began to pee in the urinal practically right next to her. Her legs were already tightly crossed before my noisy piss reached her ears. She began to rock back and forth a bit as she anxiously bit her lower lips upon hearing me start to piss. Erin wasn't the only person around of course. In my peripheral vision I recognized Danielle from HR coming around the corner. She already looked rather uncomfortable after holding it for the entire workday. Her steps were as hurried as possible in high heels, and she had a noticeable bladder bulge stretching her skirt. When she realized I was pissing in one of the urinals I saw her grimace and openly hold herself. But like Erin had promised she said nothing, instead she hobbled her way past me and left through the front door. Part of me couldn't help but be turned on by how Erin & Danielle suffered in silence as I continued to piss away. My cock began to harden, which slowed my piss down considerably. My piss and my partial erection were basically taunting Erin's poor swollen bladder. I felt guilty when I saw a bit of false hope in Erin's eyes that my slowing piss met that I was nearly done, only for the hope to vanish when I managed to resume pissing with full force again. I felt guilty all over again. How could I expect Erin to be fine with waiting patiently for me as I finished my relieving piss, all while she was expected to wait and remain in dire of need of relief for herself? And yet Erin was the one who didn't see a problem with this unfair situation! She had insisted repeatedly that I piss in the urinals in front of her! I wondered again why she didn't just wait right outside for me where she wouldn't have to listen to me piss right next to her. At times like this it disturbed me how much Erin and the other women of the city unquestionably obeyed the city's expectation that they hold it without complaint for however long they're away from home. Erin had been desperate to pee all afternoon, and I hadn't heard one complaint from her about how unfair it was that I got to pee while she had to hold it for much of her day. Any doubt I might have had when Erin denied ever peeing in a secluded alley when her bladder situation became too much for her to handle vanished. If she wanted to do so in secret to rid herself of what must have been a gallon of boiling piss brewing in her bladder by now without me around to witness it she could have easily been doing that right now. When I finally finished my relieving piss after a long minute I flushed. Erin visibly flinched at the sound as she squirmed around and clawed at her crotch anxiously. I hurried to zip my pants back up as I turned to face Erin. "Feel better now Jeff?" she asked with surprising calm despite her desperate fidgeting. "You sounded like you really needed it, I didn't think you'd go on for so long". "Yes, but you could have just waited for me outside Erin" I pointed out. "I could. But I figured it's better to help you get over your pee shyness now rather than later Jeff. You'll thank me later, it'll be a lot more convenient for you to be able to use any of the public urinals" she said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Now let's get moving Jeff, I seriously need to get home so that I can pee, I definitely had way too much coffee today". ===== That's it for now, let me know what you think. I intend to write more in this series. I'm uncertain if I'll stick to focusing on Erin, or focus on other characters to explore how a city without a ladies room effects other people in other occupations.
  4. FullBladder85

    The Urinal

    Never seen this old story, thanks a lot for posting it.
  5. FullBladder85

    Our first encounter (fantasy)

    Great story. Is there going to be a sequel where the woman finally pees after holding it in all night? That's about the only thing this story is missing, seeing the woman finally peeing a gusher after holding it in forever.
  6. FullBladder85

    Best Urinal Story of all time?

    Opps, lol. I knew it was recently, but I couldn't remember who posted it. I figured odds were pretty good you had read it already, but thought it worth mentioning for those who hadn't. I'd love if you posted or linked to it. Sounds interesting to me.
  7. FullBladder85

    Best Urinal Story of all time?

    I enjoy stories with women peeing in a urinal as well, unfortunately they're quite rare. I can only think of a small number of stories that have a woman peeing in a urinal, but in general those stories ignore the urinals until the end of the story when the female pees in one. I've written a few stories that end with a woman peeing in a urinal, but again it's the same story, the urinal is only important at the end, it could easily be replaced with anything else and the story wouldn't really change. If you enjoy stories that focus heavily on urinals the entire time to drive the plot you'll probably enjoy this story, A Desperate Girl In Urinal Land written by DesperateJill. Someone posted a thread about this story some months ago (it's a great story), so you may have read it before.
  8. Hoping to get a new story out very soon, by December 9th at the absolute latest, I'm posting this to make sure that I stick with that timeline. I've been making a LOT of progress the last few days on it. There's a chance I might get it out by Wednesday (that's my goal), but real life might make that impossible. Below is a  small part from near the beginning that summaries the premise of it:

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    I know what you're thinking, Erin could just take a quick break to visit the ladies room when she inevitably needed to pee after all that coffee. I would have thought the same thing, until I moved here recently to take this job. I had spent the first day traveling the city shopping for stuff for my apartment. I was always able to find a men's room in department stores, restaurants, and the malls. There were even plenty of urinals out in public places, often without much of any privacy screens, which plenty of men freely used. But throughout the entire day I never saw a single ladies room.

     

    I began to realize as the day went by that many of the women I saw looked rather uncomfortable, especially the women working the stores I visited. Many of the women I saw kept shifting their legs around anxiously, a few were even openly holding themselves. It seemed that all the women I saw needed to pee, some of them quite badly by mid-afternoon, they had been holding it all day since they had left home. But there was nowhere for the women to go, so they all just held it without complaint as they continued to work or shop, as if this was an ordinary thing. Women in this city were expected to hold it until they got home where they could finally use their own toilet.

     

     

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    2. SAM996

      Sounds interesting. Did you ever finish the sequel to the story with your Kate character?

    3. FullBladder85

      Honestly, I've hit a road block on that story at the moment, it's probably around 2,000ish words at the moment. I like 2/3's of what I have written, but the last 1/3 just doesn't feel that good to me. Also even if it were good, I'd estimate it's only 50% of the way done.

       

      Historically that Kate story has been something I've worked on when burnt out or stuck in other stories (that's why there was a long gap between part 1 and 2 which I posted together here). I'm hoping taking a break from it with the story I posted a snippet of will help me get through that roadblock.

    4. SAM996

      Okay then.

  9. The way you measure 'crime' from one country to another isn't necessarily an apples to apples comparison. Laws differ in country to country. For example everyone drinking alcohol in the US used to be a criminal during the prohibition era, while it remained legal in much of the rest of the world. Such a policy certainly upped the number of 'crimes' occurring in the US compared to the rest of the world. While prohibition is long gone, there's plenty of other laws in the US that make literally everyone a criminal even if you've never been prosecuted, due to overly board laws the average American commits 3 felonies a day, as explained in this Amazon book. For example, CFAA (Computer Fraud & Abuse Act) defines 'hacking' so broadly that if you agree to a website's TOS (Terms of Service) and then violate the TOS you're guilty of 'hacking' under the law. It's rarely ever enforced against most people, but it lets prosecutors pile up the charges against people to try to force them into a plea deal. A few years ago the Department of Justice even announced that under CFAA it's illegal to lie on your dating profile at dating websites, while pinky swearing not to waste resources prosecuting anyone for it. But that said, you're definitely correct that the US prison system is horrible and just makes people more like to commit more crimes when released into the public. We've actually gone even farther backwards on this in recent decades, the Prison Education system in the US you may hear about from time to time is pretty much just a myth today, it's been shut down almost everywhere in the US. The US's prison system is very penny wise pound foolish.
  10. This is great, it's a shame no one replied when you first posted it. I know it's a short story, but I'd love to see you write more.
  11. FullBladder85

    Tiny Stories and Poems (of Desperation!)

    Thanks for those stories Lapiiss. I especially loved 'The Idol'. The below short story was inspired by some recent bad weather in my area. The perfectionist in me kept wanting to add onto it to make it better, but in the end I think less is better then adding even more to this. --- (Stuck in a Blizzard) "Don't worry Jessica, we'll outrun the blizzard tomorrow morning. There's no need for us to leave now and drive all night" her husband had assured her the night before they returned home from their vacation. He had said it so confidently that she had believed him, and stopped insisting they head home that evening. But 24 hours later Jessica, with a heavy load of boiling piss sloshing around urgently in her bladder begging to be released, knew she and her husband should have driven home last night. Jessica badly wanted to find a place to release the bursting load of hot piss she had built up over the so far 14 hour trip with no end in sight. But everything was closed due to the blizzard, and her husband warned her that they'd likely be snowed in for days if they stopped anywhere now. Jessica's husband had suffered with her at first, until hours later when his bladder's need became too great. "Jessica give me one of the empty bottles! I can't hold it much longer!" he begged. He couldn't do it himself while he was driving. Reluctantly Jessica had done as he had asked. She even held the bottle, and aimed his cock for him, and watched jealously as he took a relieving piss while continuing to drive. The sight of his relieving piss was agony for Jessica and the heavy load of boiling piss still sloshing around urgently in her own bladder. She glanced anxiously at several other empty bottles the two of them had drained during the long ride, if only she could pee in one of them like her husband had! But she couldn't, there was nowhere for her to release the torrent of hot piss frothing around urgently in her now painfully distended bladder, not even many hours later when she had to help her husband pee in a second bottle.
  12. FullBladder85

    Celebrity Desperation

    Same, B.
  13. FullBladder85

    Celebrity Desperation

    Yeah, but with options like these it's easy to do all of them. That said since you just want one answer I'll go with A then.
  14. FullBladder85

    Celebrity Desperation

    Honestly both A & C sound like great choices for the plot, I'd be fine with either if it's a tie. I'm going with A for the plot. Sticking with B for the character.
  15. FullBladder85

    Bursting Anita

    So glad someone necroed this, surprised no one commented on it originally. It's a pretty darn good story that deserves some recognition.