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  1. Hi all I have returned from my long period of hibernation as a lurker to post something I have been writing for a while for my girlfriend based on The customer comes first, written by Mark (linked here:) While I enjoyed it I am not a massive fan of huge bladder bulges, so I wrote an alternative piece where a bunch of naked ladies with more regular sized bladders have to endure a shift with no bathroom! I hope you enjoy, feel free to post about who will wet next in the comments and who you think might make it to the end! NOTE: There is one girl who will have full bowels as well as a full bladder, my current plan for her is desperation only, but if poop desperation isn’t your thing just skip over her paragraphs! Thanks! Ellie hurriedly locked her car, cursing her late night drinking plans with her friends causing her to sleep through her alarm this morning, causing her to be late for work. To help pay for her university fees, she had taken up a job waitressing at a local pop-up bar she saw advertised online called ‘Knockers’. It was somewhat similar in appearance to Hooters, except rather than skimpy clothing the waitresses wore nothing at all. At first the idea of working hot hours naked had shocked Ellie but after meeting with the manager Monica and discussing pay ( extremely good) and rules about sexual harassment, she decided to give it a try, 3 months later she loved the pay, was much more confident with her body, not to mention enjoyed the looks she received from customers when she walked past her table. Ellie brushed her red hair out of her face as she pushed into the restaurant. ‘Sorry I’m late! I slept through my alarm-‘ Ellie began, unbuttoning her blouse as she walked, to be greeted with the sight of her colleagues gathered round Monica, the only other dressed person in the room, looking pensive. Ellie did a quick scan of the gathered faces to see who was in today. There was Olivia, the brunette with a perfectly proportioned body; Ella, a curvier brunette with a large chest with pierced nipples; Anna, a Hispanic girl with a smaller chest but a bubble butt; Hollie, a slim blonde with a nice chest and ass; Daphne, the quiet auburn haired girl who was pretty flat all over; Erika, the Chinese girl who had recently started and finally Lauren, the bubbly blond who while on the larger side, had a very impressive chest, although she wasn’t bubbly at the minute, she was biting her lip and looking at her work mates who also looked nervous. Ellie finally finished stripping and packing her clothes into her bag. While she didn’t have the biggest chest, her ass more than made up for it, being perfectly round so that it jiggled tantalisingly as she walked. ‘As I was saying before Ellie announced her arrival to us all…’ Monica said, giving a withering glance to Ellie as she did. ‘There has been a burst water pipe in the restaurant, thankfully this has only caused minor disruption to our water supply, however it does mean that the staff bathrooms are not working, and are unlikely to be fixed by the end of the day.’ Ellie’s eyes widened as she realised why all the girls were looking nervous ‘But what if we you know… need to go?’ Piped up Hollie, the girl with the notoriously small bladder, whose legs were pressed tightly together. ‘As you are aware company policy forbids you from using the customer toilets to avoid the possibility of sexual harassment inside as they are both unisex and lack cameras, therefore you are simply going to have to cross your legs and hold it.’ Monica paused as there were a chorus of gasps and starts of protests from the surrounding girls. ‘Just like you would if we had a rush I might point out. As you are aware we do weekly challenges here between the staff so as far as the customers are aware this will be just another challenge, anybody who is able to last till the end of their shift without having an accident will receive triple overtime hours.’ Monica added. This last statement led to looks of excitement from the girls, with the prospect of so much cash, however a few girls still looked nervous. It was at this moment Ellie realised she hadn’t peed before she left the house, being in such a rush, which resulted in a small pang from her bladder, causing her to cross her slender legs slightly. ‘Obviously this is a proper challenge, so there will be no leaving the building during your lunch break to pee, and if you can’t wait till the end of the shift then you will not receive overtime pay, and you’ll have to clean up your puddle, no dirtying any glasses!’ Monica finished with a daring look in her eye, before wandering off to her office, leaving the right girls stood awkwardly together. ‘Well I’m going to lose, I already need to pee!’ Said Hollie, looking down at her bladder ‘So do I, but we have no choice but to hold it I guess.’ Replied Ella, although she didn’t show any signs of worry. ‘There’s an easy way to find out here, who doesn’t need to pee?’ Asked Anna, looking round her colleagues, only Lauren raised her hand. ‘I don’t yet but when I do I will need to pee then otherwise I will just burst’ Lauren replied sheepishly, Ellie nodded, remembering covering for her friend several times as she dashed for the toilets madly. ‘Well then, try not to wet yourselves guys!’ Olivia stately cheerfully before sauntering off towards the entrance, as the first customers of the day started trickling through the door. This prompted the rest of the girls into action, Ellie, Hollie and Ella were behind the bar, while the rest of the girls were stationed out on the return to floor waiting tables. Ellie: Bladder: 55% Olivia: Bladder: 47% Anna: Bladder: 50% Hollie: Bladder: 65% Daphne: Bladder: 68% Erika: Bladder: 64% Lauren: Bladder: 59% ‘I’m really not sure how long I’m gonna last guys’ Hollie said nervously, already glancing towards the staff room door, knowing that her only source of relief is cut off. ‘Honestly me too’ Added Ella, rubbing her stomach, ‘Monica didn’t mention what to do if we needed to do more than pee did she? It’s just my Mexican food from last night isn’t sitting well…’ Ella: Bladder: 52% Bowels: 66% Ella blushed as she said this, embarrassed by sharing such candid information with her colleagues. ‘You’re definitely going to have to hold that in!’ Ellie replied with a laugh, however she did cast a worried glance over her friends. Her own bladder was pulsating slightly, the knowledge of knowing there was nowhere for her to pee making her need to go even more, but she had no choice but to hold it. Instead Ellie turned towards the expresso machine to make up the first order which had gone through the till and get on with her day, hoping to stay dry till the end of her shift. The first hour went past quickly as the initial opening rush came and went, Ellie and the other girls were kept busy making drinks and serving them, it was hot work so as much as they wanted to avoid it, all the girls were drinking regularly from their own drinks, at this point Hollie had her legs crossed at the ankles when she was stood still, while each pint Ellie poured was causing her discomfort as it reminded her of all the drinks she had the night before which were still sloshing about inside of her. Ella looked tense as she served customers at the till, but otherwise appeared okay. Daphne wandered behind the bar to collect some drinks Ellie had made for her table. ‘How are you holding up Daph?’ Ellie asked, noticing the quiet girl seemed unusually antsy. ‘I already need to pee, so I’m not sure how long I can wait, I don’t exactly have the biggest bladder.’ Daphne replied, crossing her legs as she transferred the glasses to her tray. ‘You can do it, I have faith!’ Ellie answered, though currently she wasn’t sure if *she* would make it till the end of the shift, 6PM was a long 6 hours away. Over the next half an hour Ellie saw all the other girls as they came over to the bar and took away orders. Olivia was starting to tap her foot when she was stood still, though whether that was impatience from her customers ordering too slowly or her filling bladder was anyone’s guess. Erika was walking with her legs pressed firmly together, which resulted in her taking longer to take out her orders, but did cause her ass to jut out seductively. Anna was shifting her weight from foot to foot slowly as she waited for her drinks, however once again that could simply be put down to her energetic nature rather than her need to pee. Finally, Lauren looked completely fine, encouraging the girls behind the bar whilst betraying no hint of need, seemingly holding true to her earlier statement about only becoming desperate when she is about to burst. Ellie: Bladder: 63% Olivia: Bladder: 57% Ella: Bladder: 60% Bowels: 75% Anna: Bladder: 57% Hollie: Bladder: 70% Daphne: Bladder: 76% Erika: Bladder: 74% Lauren: Bladder: 66% As the lunch rush died down and the few customers left were busy tucking into their meals, the girls started ti catch up with themselves and prepare for the afternoon ahead. It was at this point that their bladders started to catch up too, with everyone except Lauren looking uncomfortable, with Erika, Daphne and Hollie all starting to squirm around in desperation. Everyone else including Ellie had their legs crossed or pressed firmly together. Ellie was forced to pause cashing up a table and bend slightly at the waist as a sudden wave of urgency washed over her. Ellie really was beginning to doubt her ability to hold on till the end of her shift, but by the looks of things everyone was in a similar if not worse boat to her. Poor Ella was left massaging her gurgling stomach and crossing her legs tightly, while the rest of the gathered girls all did their best to not dance about. It was this point Monica glided into the bar carrying two trays, one filled with sandwiches, the other with large glasses of water. ‘Right girls here are your lunches, proper sandwich subs and big glasses of water which you need to drink all of it!’ This statement promoted a chorus of groans from the girls, catching the eyes of the few customers eating, but nobody refused. Monica quickly passed the sandwiches and drinks around, with each girl holding into her glass with a hint of trepidation in her eyes, glancing at her fellows and not quite able to bring herself to add more liquid to her rapidly filling bladder. ‘Well?’ Monica demanded with a hint of impatience in her voice. ‘Go on, drink them!’ At this point the girls up ended their glasses and started to gulp down the cool liquid inside. Immediately Daphne, Hollie and Erika started openly squirming, with the rest of the girls crossing their legs, some more tightly than others. The glasses were large and took a while to down, leading to most of the girls shifting around in place by the end of it. Just before she finished her glass, Hollie bobbed down and held herself briefly. Ellie started massaging her belly as she felt her bladder expand to accommodate all the extra liquid forced into it. She glanced down and could see a slight bulge protruding, making her look bloated. She kept her legs crossed tight as she released she was already desperate for the toilet, how was she going to last till the end of her shift, and more importantly what would she do if she did? Once they were done drinking, the girls quickly ate their sandwiches, knowing they only had a short period of time to take a break before the customers started flooding in again. More than a few of the girls glanced longingly towards the toilets but nobody dashed off towards them, however much they might want to. The door swung open again, admitting a large number of guests, they were unusually busy today, good for business and good for the girls as it helped keep their minds off their bladders, however all the walking and talking ensured that they would be forced to constantly sip away at their drinks to stay hydrated. Most of the girls were openly squirming as the effects of their drinks were starting to be felt. Hollie was having to hold herself as she poured drinks for tables, with Daphne occasionally having to stop and give herself a quick squeeze. Erika looked frantic as she shifted from foot to foot taking orders from a indecisive table of 6. Anna was slowly bobbing up and down behind the till with her legs tightly crossed, doing her best to keep her attention on the customer giving her his order. Olivia meanwhile was stood making a latte with her legs tightly crossed, but otherwise she seemed to be in control of her filling bladder. Ella was starting to look extremely uncomfortable with her legs tightly crossed and her entire body tense as she served her customers, her responses strained and short to the point of almost being rude. Ellie was seriously starting to struggle, she was having to keep her legs crossed when she was stood still and keeping her thighs pressed together as she walked. When she was asked to pour a pint out for a customer she had no choice but to start shuffling from foot to foot as the golden liquid flowed into the pint glass in her hand, mimicking exactly the action she wished so desperately to do. Ellie: Bladder: 70% Olivia: Bladder: 77% Ella: Bladder: 70% Bowels: 85% Anna: Bladder: 72% Hollie: Bladder: 78% Daphne: Bladder: 94% Erika: Bladder: 87% Lauren: Bladder: 77% Daphne shuffled up to the bar. “Ellie can you make me a- oh god!” Daphne cried, crossing her legs tightly and holding herself as Ellie started pouring another pint noisily. Ellie stopped, concerned for her friend as Daphne removed her hand which was now glistening with the spurt which had briefly escaped. “ I-I leaked! I really can’t hold it! What am I gonna do?” Daphne stammered, squirming frantically on the spot. “I don’t know Daph, you’re just gonna have to hold it, we don’t really have a choice so we?” Ellie said, wincing at the sound of water splashing into her cup. “But I can’t, it’s starting to run down my legs!” Daphne moaned, pretzeling her legs in an effort to stop the tiny streams of pee running in rivers down her legs. “I’m sorry Daph but there’s nothing I can do, I’m bursting to go too.” Ellie said, her legs also firmly crossed behind the counter. Daphne nodded, breathing deeply before collecting the drinks Ellie had poured for her before heading towards her table with slow steps and legs tightly pressed together, a motion which was increasingly becoming common with all the waitresses. Ellie turned away to make up another order, but no sooner had she read the order check she heard a squeak and the sound of water hitting the carpet. She turned over with a sense of dread to see Daphne frozen in place, her legs apart and knees turned in as she noisily emptied her bursting bladder onto the carpet. Her pent up urine gushed out of her tired crotch as Daphne slowly went bright red, in a mix of embarrassment and sheer pleasure of finally releasing her torturous cargo. Daphne went on peeing for a full minute, the carpet quickly becoming saturated and forming a small puddle, causing her pee to splash back up on her legs as her stream slowly started to petter off and finish, leaving the poor girl stood in a puddle of her own making, chest heaving with exhaustion. The sound of Daphne loudly emptying herself drew the attention of most of the restaurant, with customers straining to get a glimpse of the poor nude girl noisily using the floor as the toilet, with a couple of them clapping at the amount she must have surely been holding inside her. The serving girls all squirmed around with several girls, Hollie and Erika among them, having to hold themselves at the sound of someone finally doing what they do desperately need to do. It was at this point that Monica appeared from her office, drawn by the sounds of the commotion happening. She had a look of disappointment on her face but when she spoke she didn’t have anything harsh to say to Poor Daphne, she merely handed her a mop, some carpet cleaner and said “I guess you’re the first out, sort this out then take 10 minutes on break, then you can start drinking again.” Daphne looked shocked at the last part of her orders “What, we have to keep drinking?” Monica glanced back before adding, “Yep, I am feeling nice today so I will still give you double if you can hold it again till the end of the shift, but if you lose it again then it’s just regular pay.” She then turned and walked back to her office. The girls behind the bar glanced at each other, knowing that if they wet themselves only once they would at least get some bonus for their suffering.
  2. Very much enjoyed this buddy, I hope you'll do some more, along with some regular wetting stuff if you get chance!
  3. you're most welcome! If I find another situation where omo fits then I'll write another!
  4. Hi all, My return to writing after a long time off, hope you enjoy this story. It’s set in the universe of the Witcher games, based on a scene you can unlock when you attempt to have a threesome with the two main romantic leads, however with an interesting twist I’ll hope you’ll enjoy! Feedback is always welcome! anyway on with the stoy: Drip, drip, drip… The water clock in the at the inn steadily dripped water onto the plate, demonstrating, pointedly, the passage of time as the two women waited. The first was a red headed woman, with an athletic figure, with ample cleavage and behind, clad only in a scanty pair of turquoise lingerie which jiggled as she paced the room, her hair scraped back into a pony tail tied with a similarly coloured ribbon. The second was a raven haired. She also had an athletic build with a considerable bust and derrière, but with a more angular face, framed by her shoulder length hair with a black bralette and frilled panties to match her complexion. She sat staring out the window cross legged on the chair, goblet of wine in hand. “Where is he?” The Scarlet haired girl asked. “I don’t know Triss.” The Dark haired girl answered, shifting in her seat slightly to peer out of the window once more. “We told him to meet us here at the kingfisher two hours ago, how could he have gotten lost Yen?” Triss asked, adjusting her bra to recapture her breasts as she paced. “I’m sure he was just waylaid by something, you know how he is.” Yennefer replied, shifting in her chair again to get a better look at her companion, taking another sip of wine. Triss Merigold was pacing. Not overly unusual for her, Yen knew from past experience that she paced when she was anxious about something, like an upcoming examination. But Yen wasn’t sure what she was so anxious about this time, after all this was her idea to begin with. When Yennefer had found out that her long time lover Geralt of Rivia, had been cheating on her with his on and off partner, and her friend, Triss Merigold without either of them knowing she contacted Triss to inform her they plotted their revenge. At Triss’ suggestion they approached Geralt and fooled him into believing that they wanted to spend a night of passion together, the three of them. They told him to meet them here at the kingfisher inn at 9PM where they would chain him up in bed and leave him there to be found, which involved waiting for him to arrive, something they had done by drinking wine, chatting and then waiting. Both had stripped to their undergarments, a long winded process which resulted in them not leaving the room since it was completed almost 3 hours ago, which could explain Triss’ pacing Yen suddenly realised. Yennefer was feeling pretty uncomfortable herself. She hadn’t released her waters since that morning, not wanting to use the street due to her panties, she had been forced to hold her waters, normally not an issue, after all she was a court mate by training and expected to be able to be patient for hours through ceremonies and court meetings. But the two of them had consumed a rather large amount of wine during the afternoon which had made its way through her and was now starting to make urgent signals in her bladder, begging to be released. Yen glanced down and saw her abdomen jutting out slightly, her bladder having started to bulge due to the amount of liquid it was having to contain. A quick search of her friend’s form elicited a similar sign. A suspiciously large bulge just above the line of Triss’ panties. She also had to pee. And bad. Triss was seriously regretting some of the decisions she made today. She had spent the previous night drinking, woken up late and barely had time to throw back on her clothes and rush to meet Yennefer at their rendezvous before they went to Geralt. From their they went straight to the tavern to reminisce and drink, a tavern which had no indoor privy. After a long time of chatting and drinking, during which Triss forgot about her lack of bathrooms, she was suddenly assailed by a desperate urge from her bladder. Not wanting to end her conversation with her friend abruptly, Triss undid the top button of her tight leather pants, giving her bladder somewhere to expand. Unfortunately for her this caused Yen to notice and glance at the time, cursing as she realised they were both still dressed and Geralt was about to arrive. They hurriedly started to undress, Triss finishing quickly and about to search for the chamber pot when Yen called to her and begged her to help her with her dress. Not wanting to upset her friend she agreed, crossing her legs as she helped her unhook her friend from her clothes. However that was nearly three hours ago, with Geralt being over two hours late. And Triss couldn’t find the chamber pot without letting onto Yen what she was doing. Something she would like to avoid until the last minute. “He’s a Witcher how does he get lost!?” Triss cried, stopping pacing to stare at a book, though Yen noticed she also crossed her legs tightly as she did so. “As I said he probably got held up by something.” Yen answered patiently, shifting around in her chair again. However she secretly wished Geralt would hurry up, her own need was becoming rather pressing. “I do so wish he would hurry up.” Triss huffed, turning on her heel and beginning to pace again, mincing her steps slightly as she walked in an effort to keep her legs pressed together. “Any particular reason? I can’t wait to teach him a lesson either but surely there’s no rush?” Said Yen, knowing that not to be true for either of them but wanting Triss to come out with her problem. “Yes there damn well is a rush! I need to piss!” Yelled Triss, before almost going as scarlet as her hair. ‘And finally she comes out with it!’ Thought Yen triumphantly. “I see, I thought that might be the issue.” Yen uttered, wincing in discomfort and shifting in her chair once more. “I haven’t peed since last night and all that wine didn’t help and I’m about to burst and I can’t find the damn camber pot!” Triss stammered, her words tumbling out of her like a waterfall, however any thought of a body of water made Yen shuffle in her chair. “If it’s any consolation I am dying to do the same, but we can’t leave our room dressed like this, and if we did and Geralt showed up it would ruin the plan.” Yen replied cooly, in a voice that betrayed no hint of her desperation. “That’s why I’ve tried looking for a pot but there isn’t any in this damn room. Perverted innkeeper! He probably likes to watch women run out to the privy!” Triss cursed, living up to her fiery hair in her temper. “Sexual preferences of the innkeeper aside, we have no choice but to sit here and endure natures call until Geralt gets here and then scamper off to the privy afterwards.” Yen said, wishing she could be in the privy right then, tugging her panties down and releasing her waters… no, she shouldn’t be thinking about such things, else there be a waterfall of her own in her underwear. “I guess you’re right.” Triss said, crossing her legs and placing her hands on her thighs for a second, desperately wanting to shove her hands into her crotch, but too shy to do so in front of her friend at the minute. Fifteen minutes later and there was still no sign of Geralt and both girls were reaching their breaking points. “God Yen, I can’t wait much longer, I’m about to wet my knickers!” Triss said, finally placing her hands into her crotch. “Me too Triss, me too, but I’m sure he will turn up in a minute, then we tie him down and can squat in the hall for all I care.” Yen replied, standing up but as gravity hit her bladder, thrusting a hand into her crotch and bending at the waist. It was at this point Triss felt the first drops of urine leak out of her tired lips and darken the crotch of her skimpy underwear. Triss tensed to prevent any more leaking out, but glanced at Yen with panic in her eyes. “Yen it’s about to come out I can’t wait any longer, I’m gonna wet myself!” Triss cried, her boobs threatening to spill out of her bra as she bounced up and down on the spot. At the mention of water Yen lost a quick spurt into her underwear too, closing her eyes briefly to compose herself she looked up at Triss’ pleading eyes. “So am I, so we have 2 choices. We either give up and try to make it to the privy and one of us wets ourselves as neither of us can wait , or I cast a temporary sealing spell on our womanhood’s which should allow us to last until we can deal with Geralt, but the urgency to go won’t go away, we just won’t be able to let it flow so to speak.” Yen explained, feeling herself slowly leak into her panties a second time as she explained the mechanics of flow. Triss wanted nothing more than to run to the privy and empty the ocean inside of her but she couldn’t think of making her friend wet herself, even in the state she was in. So with much trepidation she looked down and answered. “Seal us up…” She muttered in a small voice. Tensing as another leak dampened her panties. Yen, needing no further encouragement quickly started chanting in the elder tongue. After about 10 seconds a stylised yellow padlock appeared on the front of both women’s underwear. Both women shakily removed their hands from their crotches, still squirming from desperation but for the moment they didn’t need to physically hold the flood back. “How king do we have?” Triss asked shakily, one of her nipples showing as her boobs slowly escaped her bra as she bounced. “About five minutes” Yen announced. “Just long enough to… Ah finally, the bastard!” Yen yelled with glee as she spotted Geralt walking up the road with a bottle of wine. The two woman anxiously waited as he climbed the stairs, frantically squirming around. However as Geralt entered the room they stopped being obvious in their need, shimmying their hips to subtly squirm but also give the unfortunate man a show of their amazing curves. Geralt handed over a bottle of wine to Triss playfully shoving it into her, but unknowingly pressing on her bladder, she winced as she smiled turning away to bend over slightly, before pretzeling her legs as she poured two glasses full. She knew full well the only reason she hadn’t made a puddle was due to the spell holding her floodgates closed. The two women worked quickly to strip Geralt, feeling the pressure in their crotches increase every second. As the finally got him naked they could feel the spell starting to waver. Yen and Triss clambered onto bed to tie Geralt down feeling their crotches starting to dampen as their control began to slip once more, but did their best to hide their urgency from Geralt, passing it off as lust, with the Witcher being too horny to care fell for in more ways than one . Once they had tied him to the bed they picked up glasses of wine and clinked them together, inwardly screaming at the sloshing of liquid but outwardly acting as calm as ever. Triss even sipping as more pee escaped the opposite end, leaving a noticeable wet patch on her panties. Once they’d sauntered out of the room the spell fluttered and died. Both women immediately grabbed themselves hard as they spurted into their underwear. “I can’t make it Triss!” Cried Yen with streams of urine starting to run down her shapely thighs. “Me either Yen” Said Triss sadly feeling pee hit the palm of her hand. Both girls reluctantly moved their hands out of their sodden crotches and squatted, finally giving into their desperation and wetting themselves like little girls. The two witches moaned in the pure pleasure of finally letting go something they had been urgently needing to do for so very long. “Gods that feels like bliss!” Yen moaned through clenched teeth. “Yes- it does!” Triss panted, glancing down at the massive puddle they were both making on the floorboards. After a minute or two the girls streams died down and they were left there squatting in a puddle of their own making. After a moment Yen stood up and pulled down her sodden panties, looking over to Triss with a smile. “I don’t know about you but I need somewhere private to let off some steam after the relief of letting all that go, then I need a long bath!” “I happen to agree.” Said Triss as she copied Yen, before reaching out for her hand. As the two women, wearing only their bras, walked down the corridor hand in hand, dripping with pee. As a Witcher complained from the room outside.
  5. Now that Was a long time in the waiting, but it was certainly worth the wait! I do hope this story ends soon and those poor girls get to release their waters, one way or another!
  6. I've looked in there and there is nothing in there? or am I just doing something wrong?
  7. I'd like to make another request please, I'm aware it might take a while, but basically, its a line of desperate schoolgirls, one wetting herself inside the toilet whilst holding herself with her skirt hiked up, the rest in various stages of desperation and making puddles, maybe a couple with their panties showing as they leak and wet! no extreme bladder bulges please or extreme crotches/nipples, just shirts and skirts, and possibly Xray or bladder gauges if they work okay. Thanks Very much!
  8. I think she aught to have some boobs and not be flat, but not as big as emily
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