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    Chapter 18: The Dance Competition
    Carmen was unbelievably stressed. The normally confident Hispanic girl was pacing back and forth backstage at her end of year dance performance. Months ago, this course had seemed like the perfect elective. Carmen had taken ballet lessons throughout her entire childhood and had excelled at the art form. Now, in her final year of university, she was looking to complete her degree with the most ease possible. By taking something she was good at, she figured she could spend her last semester partying and living it up before it was time to join the real world.
     
    Unfortunately, this plan had blown up dramatically in her face. The professor, Doctor Shesterkin, was a hard ass who cared about attendance, form and commitment to her lessons. Carmen’s slacking at the start of the semester had rubbed the former ballerina the wrong way and she had taken a dislike to the Hispanic girl’s frequent absences and constant sass. As a result, every class Professor Shesterkin took the opportunity to single Carmen out for her misbehaving tendencies. Carmen had taken to defying the woman intentionally, frustrated with her targeted dislike. This provocation only caused her grade in the course to plummet until she was barely passing the course. 
     
    Unfortunately, Carmen’s final semester of university wasn’t treating her well in any regard. She was failing two of her courses and was struggling in the rest. At this rate, she desperately needed to pass her dance course to graduate on time. Even a B would be enough to salvage this semester and make it through. Unfortunately, her consistent antagonism of her professor meant that this was going to be harder to achieve than initially hoped. She needed to score above a B+ to get a B in the course and to salvage her year on this random day in the middle of March. 
     
    As she paced back and forth, the brunette hugged her slim body tightly in her pink leotard. She had spent the last week rehearsing constantly, seeking help from her housemates and friends. They had all assured her that her performance was going to be stellar; it was well choreographed and well learned. Unfortunately, Carmen was still terrified of failure. She couldn’t face her parents if she failed and had to return for one more semester. She simply HAD to succeed.
     
    “Are you alright?” asked Lola, the kind black haired girl who had become Carmen’s closest friend in the course. 
     
    “I’m fine!” Carmen snapped back, before cringing at her own abrasive response. She didn’t mean to be cruel in response to her friend’s kindness, but the nerves were getting the better of her. 
     
    Lola stepped back meekly, her forehead wrinkled with concern. Her intense brown eyes studied Carmen, trying in vain to discern what was wrong. Carmen stood stoically on pointe, practicing her steps in her pink leotard. She refused to give off any sense of nerves to the suspicious girl. 
     
    In truth, Carmen’s adrenaline was pumping through her body incessantly. A knot of terror was balled up in the pit of her stomach and her body was overwhelmed by the fear of embarrassing herself on stage. As a result, her kidneys were going into overdrive, pumping urine into her bladder. 
     
    Two minutes before she was going to take the stage for the most important dance of her life, Carmen was overwhelmed by an oppressive urge to pee.
     
    ———
     
    “Fuck,” Carmen swore to herself as she crossed her legs tightly from another urge to urinate, as her nervous bladder begged for relief. Scissoring back and forth in her tight outfit, Carmen was glad no one could see her. She already hated the way the leotard hugged her body, emphasizing every curve. From her voluptuous ass to her shapely tits, very little was left to the imagination and Carmen felt very exposed. She even hated the way that people could slightly make out her nipples through the thin fabric. The Hispanic girl felt very exposed. 
     
    Minutes before, Lola had walked her up the steps to her spot behind the curtain. Wishing her luck, the raven haired girl had exited and Carmen had been left alone with her thoughts. Now, as her mind raced over the worst possibilities of what could happen, she could hear her prof queuing her song of choice on the loudspeakers. 
     
    Slowly, the curtains began to slide open, revealing Carmen to her classmates. The auditorium was dark and she could barely make out their faces but she still felt her stomach do a somersault from the stage fright. 
     
    Get yourself together Carmen, she thought, steeling herself. Taking a deep breath, she stepped confidently into the centre of the stage. As the music swelled around her, Carmen stepped forth into the middle of the stage with as much confidence as she could muster. The opening beats of a Spanish flamenco played loudly, filling the room with its passionate rhythm. Carmen began to dance, her body moving in time with the music. Each step, each twirl, was executed perfectly. She was lost in the rhythm, and for a moment, everything seemed to be going smoothly.
     
    However, the pressure in her bladder became a constant distraction. Every jump, every twirl, seemed to exacerbate the urgency of her situation. She could feel the moisture building, threatening to betray her. With each step, the sensation became more and more unbearable.
     
    As Carmen transitioned into the next part of her dance, a particularly challenging set of pirouettes, her concentration began to waver. Each spin seemed to amplify the pressure. She tried to distract herself, to focus on the music and the steps, but her body's desperate plea for relief was overwhelming.
     
    As Carmen danced, every leap, twirl, and pose became not just an expression of art but a battle of control. The pressure in her bladder was unbearable, and she began using her dance levels — changing from high leaps to low bends — to momentarily alleviate the discomfort. Each grand jeté was accompanied by a clench of her pelvic muscles, and each plié was a temporary reprieve, allowing her to ground herself and momentarily push back against the building urge.
     
    Memories from a ballet class years ago flashed in her mind. She'd felt a similar desperation then. After a long rehearsal, Carmen had rushed to the restroom, fumbling frantically with her leotard. She remembered the near-panic as she tried to peel off the tight fabric in time, barely making it as she'd felt the first droplets escape. The feeling of relief then had been immense, but the memory now only intensified her current desperation.
     
    The increasing urgency made her movements more frantic. As she executed a series of arabesques, small spurts began to escape, causing her to cringe. Carmen could feel the dampness against her skin, and the thought of her underwear discoloring from the moisture filled her with dread. She attempted to use this thought as motivation, pushing her to dance more fiercely, hoping to distract herself from the impending disaster.
     
    Each movement became a double-edged sword. While her leaps and turns were momentarily liberating, the landing often forced small releases, dampening her panties further. She tried to incorporate more ground moves, hoping to use the pressure against the floor as a means to suppress her bladder's demands.
     
    But as the dance went on and the strain increased, Carmen's thoughts became more scattered. All she could think of was the mounting pressure, the dampness of her underwear, and the sheer embarrassment of what might happen next. The dance floor became both her stage and her battlefield.
     
    Doctor Shesterkin was an imposing figure, known for her high standards and no-nonsense approach to teaching. Her piercing blue eyes seemed to take in everything, missing no detail. Today, those eyes were fixed on Carmen with a steely, unwavering intensity.
    As Carmen danced, she could feel the weight of Shesterkin's gaze. It felt as if those eyes were scrutinizing her every move, studying her form, assessing her performance. But as Carmen's desperation increased and her concentration wavered, she caught the professor's eyes briefly drifting downwards, towards her crotch.
     
    A jolt of panic ran through Carmen. Could Doctor Shesterkin see? Had she noticed the damp patches on her leotard, or worse, the slight discoloration of her underwear beneath? The thought filled Carmen with a mix of dread and embarrassment. She tried to push the thoughts away, focusing on her dance, but the fear lingered. Every move, every leap, was now not only a battle against her bladder but also against the paralyzing fear of being caught out.
     
    Carmen's heart raced as she executed her moves, acutely aware of the professor's observing eyes. She tried to adjust her positions, hoping to obscure any noticeable wetness, but she couldn't shake off the paranoia that Doctor Shesterkin was aware of her predicament.
     
    The combination of the physical desperation and the mental strain of being under such intense scrutiny was overwhelming. Carmen felt trapped, caught in a spotlight of judgment, and every tiny leak felt like a massive betrayal. All she could hope for was to finish the performance with some semblance of dignity intact.
     
    Carmen, usually the epitome of grace, was visibly frazzled. Her dark hair, which had started the performance neatly pulled back into a bun, had stray wisps now clinging to her forehead and neck due to the sweat and intensity. Her skin, usually a radiant olive tone, was now flushed with patches of red from the combination of exertion and embarrassment.
     
    She wore a delicate pink leotard which contrasted starkly against her skin. Its form-fitting design showcased her athletic, dancer’s physique. The leotard was constructed from a blend of soft fabrics that shimmered under the stage lights, and its high cut on the hips accentuated the length of her legs. The thin fabric clung to her body, emphasizing her toned abdominal muscles and the graceful curve of her spine.
     
    As she danced, the leotard was unfortunately becoming the canvas for her discomfort. A darkened spot had started forming at her crotch, initially faint but growing more pronounced as the performance continued. The moisture spread slowly, with every desperate movement marking its progression.
     
    Her well-defined glutes moved rhythmically to the music. The leotard, being snug, left little to the imagination, tracing the contours of her butt with each twirl and leap. As for her chest, the leotard's fabric stretched taut across her breasts, moving up and down subtly in sync with her breath and the choreography's demands. The shape and motion were an inadvertent testament to the intensity and passion she put into her dance, even in her distressed state.
     
    As the intensity of the music and her desperation increased in tandem, Carmen's mind couldn't help but flash back to that harrowing day in her teens. She vividly remembered the frantic race to the restroom, the clumsy and rushed fumbling with the tight fabric of her leotard. The memory was clear: her fingers, slick with sweat, had struggled to grip the material, making each second feel like an eternity. It had been a close call then, the sensation of near release juxtaposed with the sweet relief of finally making it just in time.
     
    But now, here on this stage, the stakes were much higher. The realization began to dawn on Carmen that the situation might not end as favorably as it had all those years ago. Every movement, every extension and spin, exacerbated the oppressive feeling of fullness. 
     
    With the intensity of the dance and the unforgiving nature of the leotard’s design, she knew removing it in a hurry would be even more challenging.
     
    Her confidence, once her shield against adversity, began to wane. Carmen felt a sinking sensation, not just in her heart but in her very core. The pressure in her bladder felt like a heavy weight, relentless and demanding. The feeling in her nethers was one of impending doom, a dam about to break.
     
    The sharp contrast between her professional training and her current vulnerability was jarring. Carmen had been trained to exude grace under pressure, but this was a different kind of pressure, one she was unprepared for. 
     
    The rising panic, combined with the relentless urge, made her steps falter, and her usually poised demeanor began to crack. Carmen's world narrowed down to the desperate need for relief and the terrifying reality that she might not find it in time.
     
    Carmen now seemed like a mere shadow of her usual self. Gone was the self-assured grin that often graced her lips, replaced by a look of sheer desperation. The cocky swagger, which was a hallmark of Carmen’s approach both on and off the dance floor, had been replaced by cautious, measured steps. Her eyes, typically bright with mischief and challenge, now darted around anxiously, searching for a way out of her predicament.
     
    The audience, unaware of her internal struggle, could still sense a change. Carmen's movements lacked their usual flair and spontaneity. There was a hesitance, a restraint that was not characteristic of her performances.
     
    As Carmen tried her best to maintain composure, her body began to betray her further. What started as occasional, almost imperceptible spurts became more frequent, each one longer than the last. The dam was showing cracks, and the spurts began to merge into a slow, uncontrollable trickle. This continuous leakage was a cruel reminder of her waning control. The wet spot on her leotard darkened and expanded with each passing second, making it even harder for her to focus on her dance.
     
    Her once defiant attitude was crumbling, replaced by an all-consuming need to maintain her dignity in front of an audience and, most importantly, her stern professor. The Carmen everyone knew seemed to be fading, leaving behind a vulnerable young woman in the throes of an unexpected crisis.
     
    Midway through a series of fouetté turns, Carmen felt a warmth spreading. The leotard darkened visibly around her thighs and crotch area. As the dance continued, the damp patch grew, soaking through the fabric and trailing down her legs. The audience watched in shocked silence. Carmen's face turned a deep shade of red, her eyes filling with tears.
     
    The relentless pressure in Carmen's bladder reached had a climax that even her strongest determination couldn't fend off any longer. The mounting urgency caused her pelvic muscles, which she had been clenching with all her might, to suddenly and unexpectedly give way.
     
    A sharp gasp escaped Carmen's lips as she felt the initial rush. Pee began forcefully spraying through the fabric of her leotard, transforming the once delicate material into a drenched canvas. The fine fabric was no match for the torrential outpouring, allowing streams of urine to shoot through, misting and splattering across the stage.
     
    The wetness quickly spread, seeping down her legs and pooling around her feet. The stage's reflective surface only amplified the situation, with puddles forming rapidly and reflecting the harsh overhead lights. Each move she made caused splashes and ripples, leaving wet trails as undeniable evidence of her loss of control.
     
    The shock on Carmen's face was palpable. She had always prided herself on her control — control over her body, her emotions, and her performances. But in this singular, horrifying moment, her body had utterly failed her. The disbelief was evident in her widened eyes and open mouth, as she tried to process the reality of what was happening.
     
    Time seemed to slow for Carmen. Each second felt drawn out as she was hyper-aware of every drop, every splash, and every ripple. The sensation of the warm wetness against her skin and the weight of her now-soaked leotard were inescapable reminders of her vulnerability and the failure of the muscles she had so diligently trained.
     
    Stopping abruptly, Carmen stood still, the spotlight harshly illuminating her soiled leotard. The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Carmen's eyes darted around the room, desperately searching for a familiar face or a way out. Her gaze landed on Professor Shesterkin, whose face was a mix of shock and pity.
     
    The very concept of losing control in public was alien to Carmen. Her pride, her reputation, her self-image – all revolved around her being in command, of her emotions, her body, and her surroundings. To have this happen, on stage no less, was something she had never even allowed herself to entertain as a remote possibility.
     
    University life had its challenges and unexpected incidents, but they had always occurred in the safety of her private space. She remembered, with a twinge of discomfort, the unfortunate house party when, after a particularly large amount of drinks, anal sex and ignoring the growing pressure in her bowels, she had found herself racing to the bathroom. Just inches from the toilet, her body had betrayed her, and she'd pooped herself. The embarrassment had been acute, even if only some of her housemates had been there to witness it. The secrecy of the moment and the solitude of her own space had offered her some consolation.
     
    Another memory emerged, a night after indulging in some recreational drugs at a party. Her sense of time had been distorted, and she hadn't realized how pressing her need to pee had become until it was too late. Lost in the haze of the substance and the craziness of New York City, she'd ended up wetting herself. Though it was a personal low, it had still been a relatively private one. She had been able to retreat to her hotel room, change, and deal with the incident on her own terms.
     
    But this – this public display of vulnerability – was on an entirely different level. Carmen felt exposed in a way she had never experienced before. The very public nature of this accident, paired with memories of past, private failures, intensified her feelings of disbelief and mortification.
     
    The audience's initial reaction was one of stunned silence. Their collective gaze was fixated on Carmen, as the reality of what was unfolding slowly sank in.
     
    Whispers began to fill the auditorium. Some audience members exchanged wide-eyed, disbelieving glances with their neighbors, while others lowered their heads, trying to mask their discomfort or second-hand embarrassment. The room was thick with a mix of shock, sympathy, and awkwardness.
     
    A few spectators, particularly those familiar with the pressures of live performances, wore expressions of deep empathy. They understood that the human body could be unpredictable and, even under the best circumstances, things could go awry.
     
    On the other hand, there were some who couldn't suppress their gasps or muffled giggles. For them, the spectacle was unexpected, and they responded with the typical human mix of discomfort and curiosity.
     
    Some students, especially those who knew Carmen personally, were visibly concerned. Their faces mirrored the distress they felt for their friend and fellow performer, knowing the weight of the embarrassment she must have been feeling.
     
    A few parents, attending in support of their children, exchanged concerned glances, while others tried to divert the attention of their younger companions, shielding them from the scene.
     
    Throughout it all, there was an undeniable air of discomfort. Regardless of their individual reactions, everyone in the room was acutely aware that they had just witnessed a deeply personal and vulnerable moment.
     
    With a choked sob, Carmen fled the stage, leaving behind a stunned audience. As the curtain hastily closed, whispers filled the room.
    Lola, along with a few other classmates, rushed backstage to comfort their distraught friend. "It's okay," Lola whispered, holding Carmen close as she cried. "It happens to the best of us."
     
    But Carmen could only think of her ruined chances at a passing grade, the embarrassing memory forever etched in her mind.
     
    ———
     
    In the dim backstage bathroom, the reality of what had just occurred began to set in for Carmen. The dampness of her leotard against her skin was a cold, cruel reminder of her ordeal. As she frantically wiped her legs with rough toilet paper, the gravity of the situation weighed heavily on her heart.
     
    The recital wasn't just a performance; it was her ticket out of university. A failing grade here could very well mean an extra semester or even a year, an outcome she hadn't even considered as a possible reality before today. The mental image of having to face her peers, professors, and even worse, her parents, with the news was gut-wrenching.
     
    The flood of emotions was nearly too much to handle: shame, frustration, regret, and a profound sense of loss. She had worked so hard, had overcome so many challenges to get to this point, and now, in one unfortunate moment, it seemed as though her dreams had been washed away.
     
    Tears formed in her eyes, causing her mascara to streak down her cheeks, leaving dark, jagged lines. The mirror reflected a broken, vulnerable version of Carmen, a stark contrast to the confident dancer that had taken the stage earlier.
     
    With trembling hands, she began to peel off her sodden leotard. The cool air of the bathroom made her shiver as she pulled the wet fabric away from her body. As the leotard slid down, her breasts were briefly freed, bouncing slightly before she hastily covered herself, feeling more exposed than ever. 
     
    Carmen paused for a moment, examining her nude, dampened lower body in the mirror. The sight was another sharp reminder of her loss of control.
     
    A mix of anger and despair coursed through her. How had it come to this? In her most crucial moment, her body had betrayed her, and now she was left to pick up the pieces of her shattered confidence and hopes for the future.
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    Rosie slammed her empty glass back on the table to the cheers of her two friends seated around her, they had dared her to down her last cocktail, something which the fiery redhead could not back down from. As she felt the alcohol slip down her throat, she gave a quick glance around at her two companions. Hollie, a slim brunette was still sipping at her drink, twirling a lock of hair with her other hand. While Jen, a blonde, was shifting around in her seat, seemingly trying to get a better look at the rest of the bar they were in.
    Rosie felt the liquid she had just drank travel down to join the rest she had already consumed in her bladder, she felt very full and had been needing to pee for a while, but had been putting it off as they moved from bar to bar, as she was having too much fun and didn’t want to break the seal. However, at this point she was forced to cross her legs and realised she wouldn’t be able to put off visiting the bathroom much longer.
    “Hey, I’m gonna go get us some more drinks!”
    Jen said, hopping up out of their booth and setting off towards the bar without so much as a backwards glance, tugging down her tight sapphire dress which barely hid her ass.
    “Wait Jen- “
    Rosie started, before realising the futility of her shouting. She glanced over at Hollie who was smiling sympathetically at her.
    “Are you not enjoying that?”
    Rosie asked, motioning towards Hollie’s drink.
    “I am, but I also really need a wee, so I don’t want to burst in my seat.”
    Hollie said, grimacing and shifting around, causing her pink dress to ride up and expose her pink thong to Rosie.
    The mentioning of needing to wee made Rosie’s bladder pulse too, and she squirmed slightly in her own seat.
    “Yeah, me too it’s like I have a bowling ball in my stomach, I guess that’s what happens when you have been drinking for 4 hours with no bathroom break! we can go once we finish this round I guess.”
    Rosie said, more as a promise to herself than anything, as Hollie nodded in agreement.
    It was at this point that Jen came back with a small tray of drinks, crossing her legs and jiggling as she stood to unload them.
    “Jen, do you need to pee?”
    Hollie asked teasingly.
    “A little bit I’m not going in a dirty bar toilet!”
    Jen said, placing a glass in front of each girl.
    “The barman said we have to down these in one go for them to taste nice, so cheers!”
     
    Jen proclaimed, raising her glass. Hollie and Rosie echoed her statements, but more ruefully as they would be adding to their already full bladders.
    As Rosie necked her own drink back, she realised she truly was bursting for the toilet.
    “Well, I definitely need to pee, and I am about to burst so I’m gonna head to the loos really quick!”
    Rosie said standing up.
    “Me too, I’m feeling pregnant here!”
    Hollie joked, standing up with her friend, gulping down the last of her drink as she did so.
    “Well, I’m coming with, but I’m not gonna pee till we get back home!”
    Jen declared, joining the girls as they walked out of the main area of the bar.
    The side corridor where the toilets were located were a lot quieter without any music pounding, however the girls were more focused on the line coming out of the women’s toilets.
    “Fuck”
    Rosie muttered, as the three girls joined the back of the queue.
    “Definitely!”
    Added Hollie, as she started squirming in place.
    Five minutes later and the girls had just made it to the doorway of the toilets. Rosie was seriously struggling by this point; she was having to constantly shift her weight about to help her hold her bladder. While Hollie was doing the same, resting a hand on the front of her pink dress in the vain attempt to hold herself. Jen was also getting more desperate, as she was also squirming around, though she was doing her best to play it down.
    “What’s taking so long? I’m gonna wet my knickers in a minute!”
    Complained Hollie.
    “I feel you babe, my thong is getting damp here!”
    Added the girl in front of the trio. Rosie’s eyes widened as she realised the girl had hiked up the skirt of her short red dress so that she could hold herself openly. The girl moved her hand to show a pink thong, the crotch of which was stained a darker colour from where she had clearly leaked.
    “I was making out with some boy and left it too long it seems. Apparently, there are only three stalls, one girl is throwing up in one, while another girl ate something bad and can’t get off the toilet, so that leaves just one stall for us all to piss into!”
    She added.
    “Well, they better hurry up in there otherwise they will need a mop!”
    Rosie moaned as she felt a wave of desperation wash over her.
    A few agonising minutes later and relief was in sight for the girls, the girl in the red dress was next in line whimpering in desperation, followed by Hollie, the clearly most desperate of the trio. Rosie was extremely desperate by this point, merely hoping to make it with dry panties.
    ‘What a day to wear a white thong?’
    She thought to herself.
    Jen was clearly desperate to pee too, but was still adamant she could hold it, despite the fact she was fully squirming at this point.
    The toilet door clicked open and the girl in the red dress gasped and started making her way forward.
    “Thank god I’m pissing myself here!”
    She cried as she moved towards the open door.
    However no sooner had she taken two steps than another girl had stormed into the bathroom and slammed her into one of the occupied stalls.
    “The fuck you think you’re doing kissing my boyfriend!?”
    The girl in the red dress stumbled backwards, her hands held out in front of her to ward off the angry girl.
    “I-I didn’t know he was seeing anyone, please can we talk about this in a minute, because I’m seriously about to- oh no please!”
    She stopped backing away and looked down as a stream of pee started pouring it from between her legs. Her pink panties which were still visible from when she was holding herself, were saturated instantly as liquid poured out of her.
    The girl who had shoved her paused for a second in shock, then barrelled into the girl, shoving her into the toilet screaming.
    “I’ll kill you!”
    The trio of girls stood there, dumbfounded, and desperate. Hollie had hiked up her skirt and was holding herself and squirming. While Rosie was doing a full-on potty dance, her emerald, green dress having risen up to expose her white thong. Even Jen who had tried to hide it had failed and she too was squirming with desperation. The sound of the poor girl’s bladder emptying itself onto the tiled floor caused Rosie’s bladder to lose a few drops, dampening her thong in the process, staining the crotch yellow. Hollie also let out a gasp and froze, so it was easy to infer she had done the same.
    At this point, the two fighting girls had shoved their way into the last remaining cubicle, leaving the trio and the other girls who had joined the queue behind them squirming around.
    The girls only had a few seconds to wonder about what they should do before a burly bouncer shoved his way into the toilets, past the queue of girls complaining about his presence.
    “Alright girls break it up! And everyone else out!”
    He said, gesturing to the squirming trio still waiting.
    “But we have to pee!”
    Rosie cried, her hand holding herself tightly.
    “Don’t care, go use the other toilets down the hall.”
    The bouncer replied, pointing to the door as he turned to break up the two cat fighting women.
    More bouncers swarmed in at this point and the girls were forced outside the toilets where they stood squirming. Hollie let out a low groan before starting off down the hall, with Rosie following her.
    As they reached the other women’s toilets they were greeted with an ‘out of order’ sign hanging on the door, with a girl in a tight blue dress banging on the door, as a puddle formed underneath her from her burst bladder.
    “No please! I can’t hold it!”
    The poor girl sobbed as she wet herself.
    “I need to get out of here or I’m gonna explode!”
    Hollie said, blushing furiously as she squirmed in public, groups of boys staring at her they walked past.
    “Me too, let’s just get home and we can pee there.”
    Rosie suggested, removing her hand from her crotch, equally embarrassed.
    “Let’s just get out of here already!”
    Jen shouted, already heading for the door.
    Once the three girls made their way outside, they shivered from the sudden drop in temperature, before having to stop and regain a semblance of control from the effects of the cold on their bladders.
    “I’m gonna get us an Uber, I can’t be arsed to walk all the way back.”
    Jen said, tapping away on her phone with her legs crossed.
    Hollie was still holding herself and bobbing up and down, her head frantically looking from side to side as she whimpered from the effort of holding in her bladder.
    Rosie was also bursting to go, feeling her thong dampen as a second spurt escaped her tied bladder, she wanted nothing more than to get home and sit on a toilet as her bladder exploded out of her.
    “Guys I really can’t hold it I’m gonna have to go in that alley...”
    Hollie said, pointing with a shaking hand as she stumbled towards an alleyway, her other hand still buried in her crotch.
    “Hollie no, the Uber will be here in like a sec!”
    Jen protested but Hollie was too desperate to care.
    Rosie followed behind her, reasoning if her friend was going to pee, she might as well also get relief. However, as she entered the alleyway she froze.
    Hollie was ahead of her hiking up her tight dress, briefly exposing her pink thong, which was damp with her pee as her bladder slowly gave up on her. However, she quickly pulled her dress back down and stopped holding herself as she saw the policewoman facing away from her further in the alley.
    The lone policewoman had cornered two girls who appeared to have had the same idea as Hollie, both brunettes, one in a yellow dress and one in black, they had both clearly been interrupted peeing with small puddles underneath them, and both were squirming in place as the policewoman lectured them.
    “Please officer, the club wouldn’t let us in, and we really can’t wait any longer, it’s coming out in my panties!”
    The girl in the yellow dress begged, but the officer was having none of it.
    “Urinating in public is unacceptable for girls your age, you are next to a club they surely do have toilet- “
    The policewoman was cut off as the girl in the yellow dress let out a low moan before forcefully wetting herself, a veritable flood pouring out from between her legs.
    The girl in the black dress desperately tried to hold on, averting her eyes and biting her lip as she squirmed, but the sound of piss splattering next to her was too much and she sank into a crouch as she wet herself through her dress.
    The policewoman took a step back to avoid the growing puddles, crossing her legs and bending slightly before berating the girls for their lack of control. However, Rosie and Hollie were frantically back-pedalling away from the sounds of running water towards Jen who was now talking to their Uber driver through the window.
    Hollie suddenly paused mid stride and frantically glanced down, and Rosie noticed several streams of urine running down her friend’s legs before she tightly crossed them and held herself tightly. Rosie felt her own crotch dampen again at the sight and also held herself as they finally clambered into the back of the car.
    “Come on girls, only 10 minutes till we’re home!”
    Jen encouraged, referring to the flat they all house shared together; however, she sported a worried expression, and a hand was now buried up her own dress now they were in relative privacy.
    Hollie was lost in her own private battle, slowly rocking back and forth, both hands buried in her crotch, while Rosie still only had a single hand, but also couldn’t sit still in the back of the Uber. Hoping to avoid a complete accident.
    As the Uber went over a particularly bumpy patch of road. Both Jen and Rosie winced and held on tight, barely containing their bursting bladders, while Hollie merely whimpered, before tugging up her skirt slowly and gingerly.
    “Hollie what are you doing?”
    Jen asked worriedly, as Hollie had completely exposed her soaked pink thong by this point. Hollie looked at her with a lost expression on her face.
    “I’m trying so hard to hold the rest in, but my thong is ruined, and the wetness is making me leak.”
    She explained sadly as she slid her sodden underwear down her thighs and onto the floor of the cab. Briefly exposing her shaven womanhood before she recovered it with both her skirt and hands.
    Jen just nodded and kicked the sodden garment to the side. Going back to her own private battle.
    Five torturous minutes later, the Uber pulled up outside the three girl’s apartment complex. Mercifully, no further leaks had escaped any of the girls, but Rosie knew that time was seriously running out for her, and Hollie was even more desperate than her.
    The three girls piled out of the car, pausing to regain control of their bladders, Hollie, and Rosie not quite succeeding, with a big spurt soaking through Rosie’s thong and dribbling down her thigh, while a small stream ran down Hollie’s left leg.
    Jen was dancing around urgently as she paid the driver, one hand firmly buried up her skirt.
    “Jen please hurry I really can’t hold it much longer!”
    Rosie cried as she felt another dribble escape her.
    “Sorry I’m coming!”
    Jen said, digging into her purse for her keys.
    “Jen, I’m telling you know I’m 2 minutes away from making the Niagara Falls here please hurry up!”
    Hollie begged, shaking from desperation.
    Jen finally found out her keys and shakingly slammed them into the lock, before hurryingly opening the door to the lobby.
    Hollie pushed past her, hammering on the lift button as she hopped from foot to foot.
    Rosie coming up behind her could see another stream of pee snaking it down her leg, Rosie really worried about her friend’s ability to hold it till they made it home, however she suddenly realised she was in serious danger of an accident too as another spurt soaked through her thong, and dribbling onto her thighs.
    Rosie was snapped out of her haze of worry with the ding of the lift arriving, with both Hollie and Jen rushing in clutching themselves as they squirmed around in the lift.
    Rosie hobbled in and pushed the button for their floor, before whimpering as she felt another leak escape.
    “Guys I really can’t hold it any longer…”
    She started.
    “Me neither babe, I’m weeing myself here, I am deffo going first when we get in!”
    Hollie said, bobbing in place, her skirt hiked up, showing off her bare ass to better hold herself.
    “Fuck going first, I’m going in the shower!”
    Rosie laughed, hiking up her skirt as she spoke.
    “I guess that means I get the sink!”
    Joked Jen, who truly looked bursting by this point, her hand also buried up her skirt.
    Rosie decided that her thong was absolutely soaked through and ruined by this point, remembering Hollie earlier, she too slipped it down her legs to the concerned looks of her friends.
    The cool air on her bare privates felt extremely shocking, and a small dribble of urine escaped before Rosie quickly grasped her bare pussy for all it was worth. She had never felt this full before, she guessed it must be the effect the alcohol was having on her bladder, even when she had wet herself in her first year of university, she hadn’t felt this full.
    Rosie winced at the thought of wetting herself, considering how close she was to repeating the action. Despite how many times she had leaked, she somehow felt fuller of pee than ever, God she needed to pee so badly.
    The lift door pinged open and the three bursting girls hobbled out down the hallway towards their apartment, as they arrived, if any of them could think of anything other than their bursting bladders, they might have noticed the door was slightly ajar, as it stands the three girls barrelled through the door and down the hallway, not pausing to take off their shoes, only to be stopped at the entrance to their lounge, there was a masked figure waiting there.
    The three girls froze, their struggles forgotten for the moment as the figure, surprised to see them, quickly stands up from loading DVDs into a bag and fumbling, draws a knife, causing the trio to meekly raise their hands.
    “Not a word!”
    The figure said.
    “You weren’t supposed to be home for hours, I’m gonna tie you up, finish and go. I don’t want to hurt you.”
    The figure said, reaching into a nearby bag and producing rope.
    The girls didn’t put up a fight, their flat was insured so it wasn’t worth it, as they were led into Rosie’s bedroom and tied to the foot of the bed with their hands above their heads, the reality of their situation sunk in, and other more pressing needs returned.
    Namely the unbearable urge to pee, which was impossible as they had just been tied up.
    “Hey, we all really need to pee actually, can you let us use the toilet?”
    Hollie asked meekly, starting to squirm already.
    “I’ve literally just tied you up, so no, sorry you’ll have to wait until someone unties you after I’m gone!”
    The burglar answered, before shutting the door.
    The three girls immediately started to struggle against their restraints, a grip of fear quickly sliding down to their bladders, the way their hands were tied constricted their movements, stopping them from turning around, leaving only their legs free which were pretzeled in order to try and prevent any of their bladders from bursting.
    “Oh god what do we do, I’m literally a minute away from forming a puddle here!”
    Rosie moaned, tightly crossing her legs, and pressing her heels into her crotch in a vain attempt to help her hold on.
    Jen nodded,
    “I’m really not able to hold it any longer, my panties are getting soaked!”
    her legs shaking as she bit her lower lip in worry.
    Hollie just groaned, her legs tensed, and a small splatter could be heard before Hollie slammed her legs together and squirmed like mad.
    “I can’t hold it guys, I really can’t, I need to pee now!”
    “I know Hollie I know, but we just need to hold on a bit longer.”
    Rosie said, half talking to herself.
    With no option left for relief but begging, Rosie looked longingly at the door before yelling.
    “Please we really need the toilet! We can’t wait anymore!”
    Both Hollie and Jen joined in begging but when they paused to listen for a response, but the only sound they heard instead was a wet splatter as Rosie suddenly let out a big spurt, soaking her heels which were pressed into her crotch, before she desperately squirmed like mad, as a second spurt quickly joined it. By now a small puddle was forming underneath her and soaking the back of her tight dress, her bare crotch cooling in the air.
    Hollie was in a similar predicament, except her puddle was larger and being added to every few seconds as little crippled escaped from her tired lips, she knew she had no more than a few minutes until the trickle turned into a flood.
    Jen meanwhile was getting really uncomfortable. Her blue thong was now black, having been thoroughly soaked through from all her leaks, with streams running down her legs to her ass, also forming a puddle. However, the real problem is the fact her thong was warm against her crotch with her pee, that along with the dampness was making it impossible for her to keep holding it in, and the leaks were becoming increasingly frequent.
    Hollie moaned as more of her pee splattered onto the floor, her spurts getting longer, she was shaking at this point from head to toe from holding back the flood she knew was coming.
    However, it was Jen’s dam which burst first. With a whimpered cry of,
    “No, no, no!”
    Spurts began to trickle out of Jen’s tired crotch, bursting through her ruined thong to splatter on the floor, with a last desperate plea of,
    “Please untie me in setting myself!”
    Jen’s poor bladder gave up and her pent-up waters poured out of her in a sudden gush. Jen moaned loudly as she lost control, her puddle rapidly dampening the bare cheeks of her two friends, even as their own leaks and spurts added to the puddle.
    As Jen sagged back against the bed, a few final spurts dribbling out of her, her two bursting friends looked on with equal parts worry and envy, both were frantically squirming now, with spurts coming fast and frequently. Desperately trying to hang onto their bladders in the vain hope that their captor would untie them long enough for them to make it to the bathroom, however it was not to be.
    Hollie’s aching bladder was the next to give out. Having already had a brief taste of relief and leaking constantly for the past hour, her bladder couldn’t wait any longer and a waterfall began to stream out between her bare legs. Hollie whimpered and sobbed with relief as her bloated bladder poured onto the floor for over two minutes, the splattering sound echoing in the closed room.
    Rosie was rocking back and forth, barely containing the flood inside of her. Her thighs and ass were damp with both her and her friend’s piss, and the sound of her friends setting themselves was utter torture. As another dribble leaked out from between her lips and onto the floor, she turned to the door one last time and cried out.
    “Please I’m begging you we are wetting ourselves in here, please I can’t wait anymore!”
    With that she turned her head away from the door once more, tugging futilely at her restraints.
    Rosie then made the fatal mistake of glancing down at Hollie’s crotch, where a stream of pee was still trickling out from her quivering pussy. The sight of her friend receiving her much-needed relief was too much for Rosie to bear, and she too finally lost the battle with her bladder.
    With a low moan of barely disguised pleasure, a thick stream of pee burst out from between Rosie’s legs and splattered into the puddle covering the floor, Rosie sagged back as her pent-up pee burst out of her. Rosie shuddered as feelings of relief washed over her, her tortured bladder still aching from the effort of holding in so much pee, even as it emptied.
    After over a minute Rosie’s stream tapered off and died, leaving the three girls in silence, surrounded by their own pee, occasionally being added to when one of the girls’-tired bladders gave out a final spurt. All three were too tired move, so exhausted from holding back the oceans inside themselves, the three were content to sit in the puddle of their own making and wait to be untied, wondering how long it would be until they could strip off and throw themselves into a hot shower.
    This would certainly be, a night to remember.
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    Rosie slammed her empty glass back on the table to the cheers of her two friends seated around her, they had dared her to down her last cocktail, something which the fiery redhead could not back down from. As she felt the alcohol slip down her throat, she gave a quick glance around at her two companions. Hollie, a slim brunette was still sipping at her drink, twirling a lock of hair with her other hand. While Jen, a blonde, was shifting around in her seat, seemingly trying to get a better look at the rest of the bar they were in.
    Rosie felt the liquid she had just drank travel down to join the rest she had already consumed in her bladder, she felt very full and had been needing to pee for a while, but had been putting it off as they moved from bar to bar, as she was having too much fun and didn’t want to break the seal. However, at this point she was forced to cross her legs and realised she wouldn’t be able to put off visiting the bathroom much longer.
    “Hey, I’m gonna go get us some more drinks!”
    Jen said, hopping up out of their booth and setting off towards the bar without so much as a backwards glance, tugging down her tight sapphire dress which barely hid her ass.
    “Wait Jen- “
    Rosie started, before realising the futility of her shouting. She glanced over at Hollie who was smiling sympathetically at her.
    “Are you not enjoying that?”
    Rosie asked, motioning towards Hollie’s drink.
    “I am, but I also really need a wee, so I don’t want to burst in my seat.”
    Hollie said, grimacing and shifting around, causing her pink dress to ride up and expose her pink thong to Rosie.
    The mentioning of needing to wee made Rosie’s bladder pulse too, and she squirmed slightly in her own seat.
    “Yeah, me too it’s like I have a bowling ball in my stomach, I guess that’s what happens when you have been drinking for 4 hours with no bathroom break! we can go once we finish this round I guess.”
    Rosie said, more as a promise to herself than anything, as Hollie nodded in agreement.
    It was at this point that Jen came back with a small tray of drinks, crossing her legs and jiggling as she stood to unload them.
    “Jen, do you need to pee?”
    Hollie asked teasingly.
    “A little bit I’m not going in a dirty bar toilet!”
    Jen said, placing a glass in front of each girl.
    “The barman said we have to down these in one go for them to taste nice, so cheers!”
     
    Jen proclaimed, raising her glass. Hollie and Rosie echoed her statements, but more ruefully as they would be adding to their already full bladders.
    As Rosie necked her own drink back, she realised she truly was bursting for the toilet.
    “Well, I definitely need to pee, and I am about to burst so I’m gonna head to the loos really quick!”
    Rosie said standing up.
    “Me too, I’m feeling pregnant here!”
    Hollie joked, standing up with her friend, gulping down the last of her drink as she did so.
    “Well, I’m coming with, but I’m not gonna pee till we get back home!”
    Jen declared, joining the girls as they walked out of the main area of the bar.
    The side corridor where the toilets were located were a lot quieter without any music pounding, however the girls were more focused on the line coming out of the women’s toilets.
    “Fuck”
    Rosie muttered, as the three girls joined the back of the queue.
    “Definitely!”
    Added Hollie, as she started squirming in place.
    Five minutes later and the girls had just made it to the doorway of the toilets. Rosie was seriously struggling by this point; she was having to constantly shift her weight about to help her hold her bladder. While Hollie was doing the same, resting a hand on the front of her pink dress in the vain attempt to hold herself. Jen was also getting more desperate, as she was also squirming around, though she was doing her best to play it down.
    “What’s taking so long? I’m gonna wet my knickers in a minute!”
    Complained Hollie.
    “I feel you babe, my thong is getting damp here!”
    Added the girl in front of the trio. Rosie’s eyes widened as she realised the girl had hiked up the skirt of her short red dress so that she could hold herself openly. The girl moved her hand to show a pink thong, the crotch of which was stained a darker colour from where she had clearly leaked.
    “I was making out with some boy and left it too long it seems. Apparently, there are only three stalls, one girl is throwing up in one, while another girl ate something bad and can’t get off the toilet, so that leaves just one stall for us all to piss into!”
    She added.
    “Well, they better hurry up in there otherwise they will need a mop!”
    Rosie moaned as she felt a wave of desperation wash over her.
    A few agonising minutes later and relief was in sight for the girls, the girl in the red dress was next in line whimpering in desperation, followed by Hollie, the clearly most desperate of the trio. Rosie was extremely desperate by this point, merely hoping to make it with dry panties.
    ‘What a day to wear a white thong?’
    She thought to herself.
    Jen was clearly desperate to pee too, but was still adamant she could hold it, despite the fact she was fully squirming at this point.
    The toilet door clicked open and the girl in the red dress gasped and started making her way forward.
    “Thank god I’m pissing myself here!”
    She cried as she moved towards the open door.
    However no sooner had she taken two steps than another girl had stormed into the bathroom and slammed her into one of the occupied stalls.
    “The fuck you think you’re doing kissing my boyfriend!?”
    The girl in the red dress stumbled backwards, her hands held out in front of her to ward off the angry girl.
    “I-I didn’t know he was seeing anyone, please can we talk about this in a minute, because I’m seriously about to- oh no please!”
    She stopped backing away and looked down as a stream of pee started pouring it from between her legs. Her pink panties which were still visible from when she was holding herself, were saturated instantly as liquid poured out of her.
    The girl who had shoved her paused for a second in shock, then barrelled into the girl, shoving her into the toilet screaming.
    “I’ll kill you!”
    The trio of girls stood there, dumbfounded, and desperate. Hollie had hiked up her skirt and was holding herself and squirming. While Rosie was doing a full-on potty dance, her emerald, green dress having risen up to expose her white thong. Even Jen who had tried to hide it had failed and she too was squirming with desperation. The sound of the poor girl’s bladder emptying itself onto the tiled floor caused Rosie’s bladder to lose a few drops, dampening her thong in the process, staining the crotch yellow. Hollie also let out a gasp and froze, so it was easy to infer she had done the same.
    At this point, the two fighting girls had shoved their way into the last remaining cubicle, leaving the trio and the other girls who had joined the queue behind them squirming around.
    The girls only had a few seconds to wonder about what they should do before a burly bouncer shoved his way into the toilets, past the queue of girls complaining about his presence.
    “Alright girls break it up! And everyone else out!”
    He said, gesturing to the squirming trio still waiting.
    “But we have to pee!”
    Rosie cried, her hand holding herself tightly.
    “Don’t care, go use the other toilets down the hall.”
    The bouncer replied, pointing to the door as he turned to break up the two cat fighting women.
    More bouncers swarmed in at this point and the girls were forced outside the toilets where they stood squirming. Hollie let out a low groan before starting off down the hall, with Rosie following her.
    As they reached the other women’s toilets they were greeted with an ‘out of order’ sign hanging on the door, with a girl in a tight blue dress banging on the door, as a puddle formed underneath her from her burst bladder.
    “No please! I can’t hold it!”
    The poor girl sobbed as she wet herself.
    “I need to get out of here or I’m gonna explode!”
    Hollie said, blushing furiously as she squirmed in public, groups of boys staring at her they walked past.
    “Me too, let’s just get home and we can pee there.”
    Rosie suggested, removing her hand from her crotch, equally embarrassed.
    “Let’s just get out of here already!”
    Jen shouted, already heading for the door.
    Once the three girls made their way outside, they shivered from the sudden drop in temperature, before having to stop and regain a semblance of control from the effects of the cold on their bladders.
    “I’m gonna get us an Uber, I can’t be arsed to walk all the way back.”
    Jen said, tapping away on her phone with her legs crossed.
    Hollie was still holding herself and bobbing up and down, her head frantically looking from side to side as she whimpered from the effort of holding in her bladder.
    Rosie was also bursting to go, feeling her thong dampen as a second spurt escaped her tied bladder, she wanted nothing more than to get home and sit on a toilet as her bladder exploded out of her.
    “Guys I really can’t hold it I’m gonna have to go in that alley...”
    Hollie said, pointing with a shaking hand as she stumbled towards an alleyway, her other hand still buried in her crotch.
    “Hollie no, the Uber will be here in like a sec!”
    Jen protested but Hollie was too desperate to care.
    Rosie followed behind her, reasoning if her friend was going to pee, she might as well also get relief. However, as she entered the alleyway she froze.
    Hollie was ahead of her hiking up her tight dress, briefly exposing her pink thong, which was damp with her pee as her bladder slowly gave up on her. However, she quickly pulled her dress back down and stopped holding herself as she saw the policewoman facing away from her further in the alley.
    The lone policewoman had cornered two girls who appeared to have had the same idea as Hollie, both brunettes, one in a yellow dress and one in black, they had both clearly been interrupted peeing with small puddles underneath them, and both were squirming in place as the policewoman lectured them.
    “Please officer, the club wouldn’t let us in, and we really can’t wait any longer, it’s coming out in my panties!”
    The girl in the yellow dress begged, but the officer was having none of it.
    “Urinating in public is unacceptable for girls your age, you are next to a club they surely do have toilet- “
    The policewoman was cut off as the girl in the yellow dress let out a low moan before forcefully wetting herself, a veritable flood pouring out from between her legs.
    The girl in the black dress desperately tried to hold on, averting her eyes and biting her lip as she squirmed, but the sound of piss splattering next to her was too much and she sank into a crouch as she wet herself through her dress.
    The policewoman took a step back to avoid the growing puddles, crossing her legs and bending slightly before berating the girls for their lack of control. However, Rosie and Hollie were frantically back-pedalling away from the sounds of running water towards Jen who was now talking to their Uber driver through the window.
    Hollie suddenly paused mid stride and frantically glanced down, and Rosie noticed several streams of urine running down her friend’s legs before she tightly crossed them and held herself tightly. Rosie felt her own crotch dampen again at the sight and also held herself as they finally clambered into the back of the car.
    “Come on girls, only 10 minutes till we’re home!”
    Jen encouraged, referring to the flat they all house shared together; however, she sported a worried expression, and a hand was now buried up her own dress now they were in relative privacy.
    Hollie was lost in her own private battle, slowly rocking back and forth, both hands buried in her crotch, while Rosie still only had a single hand, but also couldn’t sit still in the back of the Uber. Hoping to avoid a complete accident.
    As the Uber went over a particularly bumpy patch of road. Both Jen and Rosie winced and held on tight, barely containing their bursting bladders, while Hollie merely whimpered, before tugging up her skirt slowly and gingerly.
    “Hollie what are you doing?”
    Jen asked worriedly, as Hollie had completely exposed her soaked pink thong by this point. Hollie looked at her with a lost expression on her face.
    “I’m trying so hard to hold the rest in, but my thong is ruined, and the wetness is making me leak.”
    She explained sadly as she slid her sodden underwear down her thighs and onto the floor of the cab. Briefly exposing her shaven womanhood before she recovered it with both her skirt and hands.
    Jen just nodded and kicked the sodden garment to the side. Going back to her own private battle.
    Five torturous minutes later, the Uber pulled up outside the three girl’s apartment complex. Mercifully, no further leaks had escaped any of the girls, but Rosie knew that time was seriously running out for her, and Hollie was even more desperate than her.
    The three girls piled out of the car, pausing to regain control of their bladders, Hollie, and Rosie not quite succeeding, with a big spurt soaking through Rosie’s thong and dribbling down her thigh, while a small stream ran down Hollie’s left leg.
    Jen was dancing around urgently as she paid the driver, one hand firmly buried up her skirt.
    “Jen please hurry I really can’t hold it much longer!”
    Rosie cried as she felt another dribble escape her.
    “Sorry I’m coming!”
    Jen said, digging into her purse for her keys.
    “Jen, I’m telling you know I’m 2 minutes away from making the Niagara Falls here please hurry up!”
    Hollie begged, shaking from desperation.
    Jen finally found out her keys and shakingly slammed them into the lock, before hurryingly opening the door to the lobby.
    Hollie pushed past her, hammering on the lift button as she hopped from foot to foot.
    Rosie coming up behind her could see another stream of pee snaking it down her leg, Rosie really worried about her friend’s ability to hold it till they made it home, however she suddenly realised she was in serious danger of an accident too as another spurt soaked through her thong, and dribbling onto her thighs.
    Rosie was snapped out of her haze of worry with the ding of the lift arriving, with both Hollie and Jen rushing in clutching themselves as they squirmed around in the lift.
    Rosie hobbled in and pushed the button for their floor, before whimpering as she felt another leak escape.
    “Guys I really can’t hold it any longer…”
    She started.
    “Me neither babe, I’m weeing myself here, I am deffo going first when we get in!”
    Hollie said, bobbing in place, her skirt hiked up, showing off her bare ass to better hold herself.
    “Fuck going first, I’m going in the shower!”
    Rosie laughed, hiking up her skirt as she spoke.
    “I guess that means I get the sink!”
    Joked Jen, who truly looked bursting by this point, her hand also buried up her skirt.
    Rosie decided that her thong was absolutely soaked through and ruined by this point, remembering Hollie earlier, she too slipped it down her legs to the concerned looks of her friends.
    The cool air on her bare privates felt extremely shocking, and a small dribble of urine escaped before Rosie quickly grasped her bare pussy for all it was worth. She had never felt this full before, she guessed it must be the effect the alcohol was having on her bladder, even when she had wet herself in her first year of university, she hadn’t felt this full.
    Rosie winced at the thought of wetting herself, considering how close she was to repeating the action. Despite how many times she had leaked, she somehow felt fuller of pee than ever, God she needed to pee so badly.
    The lift door pinged open and the three bursting girls hobbled out down the hallway towards their apartment, as they arrived, if any of them could think of anything other than their bursting bladders, they might have noticed the door was slightly ajar, as it stands the three girls barrelled through the door and down the hallway, not pausing to take off their shoes, only to be stopped at the entrance to their lounge, there was a masked figure waiting there.
    The three girls froze, their struggles forgotten for the moment as the figure, surprised to see them, quickly stands up from loading DVDs into a bag and fumbling, draws a knife, causing the trio to meekly raise their hands.
    “Not a word!”
    The figure said.
    “You weren’t supposed to be home for hours, I’m gonna tie you up, finish and go. I don’t want to hurt you.”
    The figure said, reaching into a nearby bag and producing rope.
    The girls didn’t put up a fight, their flat was insured so it wasn’t worth it, as they were led into Rosie’s bedroom and tied to the foot of the bed with their hands above their heads, the reality of their situation sunk in, and other more pressing needs returned.
    Namely the unbearable urge to pee, which was impossible as they had just been tied up.
    “Hey, we all really need to pee actually, can you let us use the toilet?”
    Hollie asked meekly, starting to squirm already.
    “I’ve literally just tied you up, so no, sorry you’ll have to wait until someone unties you after I’m gone!”
    The burglar answered, before shutting the door.
    The three girls immediately started to struggle against their restraints, a grip of fear quickly sliding down to their bladders, the way their hands were tied constricted their movements, stopping them from turning around, leaving only their legs free which were pretzeled in order to try and prevent any of their bladders from bursting.
    “Oh god what do we do, I’m literally a minute away from forming a puddle here!”
    Rosie moaned, tightly crossing her legs, and pressing her heels into her crotch in a vain attempt to help her hold on.
    Jen nodded,
    “I’m really not able to hold it any longer, my panties are getting soaked!”
    her legs shaking as she bit her lower lip in worry.
    Hollie just groaned, her legs tensed, and a small splatter could be heard before Hollie slammed her legs together and squirmed like mad.
    “I can’t hold it guys, I really can’t, I need to pee now!”
    “I know Hollie I know, but we just need to hold on a bit longer.”
    Rosie said, half talking to herself.
    With no option left for relief but begging, Rosie looked longingly at the door before yelling.
    “Please we really need the toilet! We can’t wait anymore!”
    Both Hollie and Jen joined in begging but when they paused to listen for a response, but the only sound they heard instead was a wet splatter as Rosie suddenly let out a big spurt, soaking her heels which were pressed into her crotch, before she desperately squirmed like mad, as a second spurt quickly joined it. By now a small puddle was forming underneath her and soaking the back of her tight dress, her bare crotch cooling in the air.
    Hollie was in a similar predicament, except her puddle was larger and being added to every few seconds as little crippled escaped from her tired lips, she knew she had no more than a few minutes until the trickle turned into a flood.
    Jen meanwhile was getting really uncomfortable. Her blue thong was now black, having been thoroughly soaked through from all her leaks, with streams running down her legs to her ass, also forming a puddle. However, the real problem is the fact her thong was warm against her crotch with her pee, that along with the dampness was making it impossible for her to keep holding it in, and the leaks were becoming increasingly frequent.
    Hollie moaned as more of her pee splattered onto the floor, her spurts getting longer, she was shaking at this point from head to toe from holding back the flood she knew was coming.
    However, it was Jen’s dam which burst first. With a whimpered cry of,
    “No, no, no!”
    Spurts began to trickle out of Jen’s tired crotch, bursting through her ruined thong to splatter on the floor, with a last desperate plea of,
    “Please untie me in setting myself!”
    Jen’s poor bladder gave up and her pent-up waters poured out of her in a sudden gush. Jen moaned loudly as she lost control, her puddle rapidly dampening the bare cheeks of her two friends, even as their own leaks and spurts added to the puddle.
    As Jen sagged back against the bed, a few final spurts dribbling out of her, her two bursting friends looked on with equal parts worry and envy, both were frantically squirming now, with spurts coming fast and frequently. Desperately trying to hang onto their bladders in the vain hope that their captor would untie them long enough for them to make it to the bathroom, however it was not to be.
    Hollie’s aching bladder was the next to give out. Having already had a brief taste of relief and leaking constantly for the past hour, her bladder couldn’t wait any longer and a waterfall began to stream out between her bare legs. Hollie whimpered and sobbed with relief as her bloated bladder poured onto the floor for over two minutes, the splattering sound echoing in the closed room.
    Rosie was rocking back and forth, barely containing the flood inside of her. Her thighs and ass were damp with both her and her friend’s piss, and the sound of her friends setting themselves was utter torture. As another dribble leaked out from between her lips and onto the floor, she turned to the door one last time and cried out.
    “Please I’m begging you we are wetting ourselves in here, please I can’t wait anymore!”
    With that she turned her head away from the door once more, tugging futilely at her restraints.
    Rosie then made the fatal mistake of glancing down at Hollie’s crotch, where a stream of pee was still trickling out from her quivering pussy. The sight of her friend receiving her much-needed relief was too much for Rosie to bear, and she too finally lost the battle with her bladder.
    With a low moan of barely disguised pleasure, a thick stream of pee burst out from between Rosie’s legs and splattered into the puddle covering the floor, Rosie sagged back as her pent-up pee burst out of her. Rosie shuddered as feelings of relief washed over her, her tortured bladder still aching from the effort of holding in so much pee, even as it emptied.
    After over a minute Rosie’s stream tapered off and died, leaving the three girls in silence, surrounded by their own pee, occasionally being added to when one of the girls’-tired bladders gave out a final spurt. All three were too tired move, so exhausted from holding back the oceans inside themselves, the three were content to sit in the puddle of their own making and wait to be untied, wondering how long it would be until they could strip off and throw themselves into a hot shower.
    This would certainly be, a night to remember.
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    Midd reacted to DerivativeWings in A separate category for AI generated images?   
    Eyes one the prize, people. There are two topics being conflated here:
    -AI art presents as significant practical problem when it comes to the gallery. This, it seems, is being worked on and I hope that fix comes into place sooner rather than later since it has such a detrimental effect on the gallery's usability at the moment.
    -The ethics and utility of AI art in general. This is a much broader conversation. Certainly an important one too, but it has no bearing on whether a gallery fix is needed or not (or rather, even if AI art generation lacked an ethical dimension, the current AI art clog situation would still need to be addressed.
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    Midd reacted to Rahul999 in A separate category for AI generated images?   
    I absolutely agree on creating a separate category. I want to convey my opinion to all the AI Artists, drawing something in canvas, and writing Prompts and Training models, are two very very different skill sets, though they may result in the same output. One might give tremendous effort on one's job, but still both are not the same.
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    Midd got a reaction from anddy2206 in A night to remember   
    Rosie slammed her empty glass back on the table to the cheers of her two friends seated around her, they had dared her to down her last cocktail, something which the fiery redhead could not back down from. As she felt the alcohol slip down her throat, she gave a quick glance around at her two companions. Hollie, a slim brunette was still sipping at her drink, twirling a lock of hair with her other hand. While Jen, a blonde, was shifting around in her seat, seemingly trying to get a better look at the rest of the bar they were in.
    Rosie felt the liquid she had just drank travel down to join the rest she had already consumed in her bladder, she felt very full and had been needing to pee for a while, but had been putting it off as they moved from bar to bar, as she was having too much fun and didn’t want to break the seal. However, at this point she was forced to cross her legs and realised she wouldn’t be able to put off visiting the bathroom much longer.
    “Hey, I’m gonna go get us some more drinks!”
    Jen said, hopping up out of their booth and setting off towards the bar without so much as a backwards glance, tugging down her tight sapphire dress which barely hid her ass.
    “Wait Jen- “
    Rosie started, before realising the futility of her shouting. She glanced over at Hollie who was smiling sympathetically at her.
    “Are you not enjoying that?”
    Rosie asked, motioning towards Hollie’s drink.
    “I am, but I also really need a wee, so I don’t want to burst in my seat.”
    Hollie said, grimacing and shifting around, causing her pink dress to ride up and expose her pink thong to Rosie.
    The mentioning of needing to wee made Rosie’s bladder pulse too, and she squirmed slightly in her own seat.
    “Yeah, me too it’s like I have a bowling ball in my stomach, I guess that’s what happens when you have been drinking for 4 hours with no bathroom break! we can go once we finish this round I guess.”
    Rosie said, more as a promise to herself than anything, as Hollie nodded in agreement.
    It was at this point that Jen came back with a small tray of drinks, crossing her legs and jiggling as she stood to unload them.
    “Jen, do you need to pee?”
    Hollie asked teasingly.
    “A little bit I’m not going in a dirty bar toilet!”
    Jen said, placing a glass in front of each girl.
    “The barman said we have to down these in one go for them to taste nice, so cheers!”
     
    Jen proclaimed, raising her glass. Hollie and Rosie echoed her statements, but more ruefully as they would be adding to their already full bladders.
    As Rosie necked her own drink back, she realised she truly was bursting for the toilet.
    “Well, I definitely need to pee, and I am about to burst so I’m gonna head to the loos really quick!”
    Rosie said standing up.
    “Me too, I’m feeling pregnant here!”
    Hollie joked, standing up with her friend, gulping down the last of her drink as she did so.
    “Well, I’m coming with, but I’m not gonna pee till we get back home!”
    Jen declared, joining the girls as they walked out of the main area of the bar.
    The side corridor where the toilets were located were a lot quieter without any music pounding, however the girls were more focused on the line coming out of the women’s toilets.
    “Fuck”
    Rosie muttered, as the three girls joined the back of the queue.
    “Definitely!”
    Added Hollie, as she started squirming in place.
    Five minutes later and the girls had just made it to the doorway of the toilets. Rosie was seriously struggling by this point; she was having to constantly shift her weight about to help her hold her bladder. While Hollie was doing the same, resting a hand on the front of her pink dress in the vain attempt to hold herself. Jen was also getting more desperate, as she was also squirming around, though she was doing her best to play it down.
    “What’s taking so long? I’m gonna wet my knickers in a minute!”
    Complained Hollie.
    “I feel you babe, my thong is getting damp here!”
    Added the girl in front of the trio. Rosie’s eyes widened as she realised the girl had hiked up the skirt of her short red dress so that she could hold herself openly. The girl moved her hand to show a pink thong, the crotch of which was stained a darker colour from where she had clearly leaked.
    “I was making out with some boy and left it too long it seems. Apparently, there are only three stalls, one girl is throwing up in one, while another girl ate something bad and can’t get off the toilet, so that leaves just one stall for us all to piss into!”
    She added.
    “Well, they better hurry up in there otherwise they will need a mop!”
    Rosie moaned as she felt a wave of desperation wash over her.
    A few agonising minutes later and relief was in sight for the girls, the girl in the red dress was next in line whimpering in desperation, followed by Hollie, the clearly most desperate of the trio. Rosie was extremely desperate by this point, merely hoping to make it with dry panties.
    ‘What a day to wear a white thong?’
    She thought to herself.
    Jen was clearly desperate to pee too, but was still adamant she could hold it, despite the fact she was fully squirming at this point.
    The toilet door clicked open and the girl in the red dress gasped and started making her way forward.
    “Thank god I’m pissing myself here!”
    She cried as she moved towards the open door.
    However no sooner had she taken two steps than another girl had stormed into the bathroom and slammed her into one of the occupied stalls.
    “The fuck you think you’re doing kissing my boyfriend!?”
    The girl in the red dress stumbled backwards, her hands held out in front of her to ward off the angry girl.
    “I-I didn’t know he was seeing anyone, please can we talk about this in a minute, because I’m seriously about to- oh no please!”
    She stopped backing away and looked down as a stream of pee started pouring it from between her legs. Her pink panties which were still visible from when she was holding herself, were saturated instantly as liquid poured out of her.
    The girl who had shoved her paused for a second in shock, then barrelled into the girl, shoving her into the toilet screaming.
    “I’ll kill you!”
    The trio of girls stood there, dumbfounded, and desperate. Hollie had hiked up her skirt and was holding herself and squirming. While Rosie was doing a full-on potty dance, her emerald, green dress having risen up to expose her white thong. Even Jen who had tried to hide it had failed and she too was squirming with desperation. The sound of the poor girl’s bladder emptying itself onto the tiled floor caused Rosie’s bladder to lose a few drops, dampening her thong in the process, staining the crotch yellow. Hollie also let out a gasp and froze, so it was easy to infer she had done the same.
    At this point, the two fighting girls had shoved their way into the last remaining cubicle, leaving the trio and the other girls who had joined the queue behind them squirming around.
    The girls only had a few seconds to wonder about what they should do before a burly bouncer shoved his way into the toilets, past the queue of girls complaining about his presence.
    “Alright girls break it up! And everyone else out!”
    He said, gesturing to the squirming trio still waiting.
    “But we have to pee!”
    Rosie cried, her hand holding herself tightly.
    “Don’t care, go use the other toilets down the hall.”
    The bouncer replied, pointing to the door as he turned to break up the two cat fighting women.
    More bouncers swarmed in at this point and the girls were forced outside the toilets where they stood squirming. Hollie let out a low groan before starting off down the hall, with Rosie following her.
    As they reached the other women’s toilets they were greeted with an ‘out of order’ sign hanging on the door, with a girl in a tight blue dress banging on the door, as a puddle formed underneath her from her burst bladder.
    “No please! I can’t hold it!”
    The poor girl sobbed as she wet herself.
    “I need to get out of here or I’m gonna explode!”
    Hollie said, blushing furiously as she squirmed in public, groups of boys staring at her they walked past.
    “Me too, let’s just get home and we can pee there.”
    Rosie suggested, removing her hand from her crotch, equally embarrassed.
    “Let’s just get out of here already!”
    Jen shouted, already heading for the door.
    Once the three girls made their way outside, they shivered from the sudden drop in temperature, before having to stop and regain a semblance of control from the effects of the cold on their bladders.
    “I’m gonna get us an Uber, I can’t be arsed to walk all the way back.”
    Jen said, tapping away on her phone with her legs crossed.
    Hollie was still holding herself and bobbing up and down, her head frantically looking from side to side as she whimpered from the effort of holding in her bladder.
    Rosie was also bursting to go, feeling her thong dampen as a second spurt escaped her tied bladder, she wanted nothing more than to get home and sit on a toilet as her bladder exploded out of her.
    “Guys I really can’t hold it I’m gonna have to go in that alley...”
    Hollie said, pointing with a shaking hand as she stumbled towards an alleyway, her other hand still buried in her crotch.
    “Hollie no, the Uber will be here in like a sec!”
    Jen protested but Hollie was too desperate to care.
    Rosie followed behind her, reasoning if her friend was going to pee, she might as well also get relief. However, as she entered the alleyway she froze.
    Hollie was ahead of her hiking up her tight dress, briefly exposing her pink thong, which was damp with her pee as her bladder slowly gave up on her. However, she quickly pulled her dress back down and stopped holding herself as she saw the policewoman facing away from her further in the alley.
    The lone policewoman had cornered two girls who appeared to have had the same idea as Hollie, both brunettes, one in a yellow dress and one in black, they had both clearly been interrupted peeing with small puddles underneath them, and both were squirming in place as the policewoman lectured them.
    “Please officer, the club wouldn’t let us in, and we really can’t wait any longer, it’s coming out in my panties!”
    The girl in the yellow dress begged, but the officer was having none of it.
    “Urinating in public is unacceptable for girls your age, you are next to a club they surely do have toilet- “
    The policewoman was cut off as the girl in the yellow dress let out a low moan before forcefully wetting herself, a veritable flood pouring out from between her legs.
    The girl in the black dress desperately tried to hold on, averting her eyes and biting her lip as she squirmed, but the sound of piss splattering next to her was too much and she sank into a crouch as she wet herself through her dress.
    The policewoman took a step back to avoid the growing puddles, crossing her legs and bending slightly before berating the girls for their lack of control. However, Rosie and Hollie were frantically back-pedalling away from the sounds of running water towards Jen who was now talking to their Uber driver through the window.
    Hollie suddenly paused mid stride and frantically glanced down, and Rosie noticed several streams of urine running down her friend’s legs before she tightly crossed them and held herself tightly. Rosie felt her own crotch dampen again at the sight and also held herself as they finally clambered into the back of the car.
    “Come on girls, only 10 minutes till we’re home!”
    Jen encouraged, referring to the flat they all house shared together; however, she sported a worried expression, and a hand was now buried up her own dress now they were in relative privacy.
    Hollie was lost in her own private battle, slowly rocking back and forth, both hands buried in her crotch, while Rosie still only had a single hand, but also couldn’t sit still in the back of the Uber. Hoping to avoid a complete accident.
    As the Uber went over a particularly bumpy patch of road. Both Jen and Rosie winced and held on tight, barely containing their bursting bladders, while Hollie merely whimpered, before tugging up her skirt slowly and gingerly.
    “Hollie what are you doing?”
    Jen asked worriedly, as Hollie had completely exposed her soaked pink thong by this point. Hollie looked at her with a lost expression on her face.
    “I’m trying so hard to hold the rest in, but my thong is ruined, and the wetness is making me leak.”
    She explained sadly as she slid her sodden underwear down her thighs and onto the floor of the cab. Briefly exposing her shaven womanhood before she recovered it with both her skirt and hands.
    Jen just nodded and kicked the sodden garment to the side. Going back to her own private battle.
    Five torturous minutes later, the Uber pulled up outside the three girl’s apartment complex. Mercifully, no further leaks had escaped any of the girls, but Rosie knew that time was seriously running out for her, and Hollie was even more desperate than her.
    The three girls piled out of the car, pausing to regain control of their bladders, Hollie, and Rosie not quite succeeding, with a big spurt soaking through Rosie’s thong and dribbling down her thigh, while a small stream ran down Hollie’s left leg.
    Jen was dancing around urgently as she paid the driver, one hand firmly buried up her skirt.
    “Jen please hurry I really can’t hold it much longer!”
    Rosie cried as she felt another dribble escape her.
    “Sorry I’m coming!”
    Jen said, digging into her purse for her keys.
    “Jen, I’m telling you know I’m 2 minutes away from making the Niagara Falls here please hurry up!”
    Hollie begged, shaking from desperation.
    Jen finally found out her keys and shakingly slammed them into the lock, before hurryingly opening the door to the lobby.
    Hollie pushed past her, hammering on the lift button as she hopped from foot to foot.
    Rosie coming up behind her could see another stream of pee snaking it down her leg, Rosie really worried about her friend’s ability to hold it till they made it home, however she suddenly realised she was in serious danger of an accident too as another spurt soaked through her thong, and dribbling onto her thighs.
    Rosie was snapped out of her haze of worry with the ding of the lift arriving, with both Hollie and Jen rushing in clutching themselves as they squirmed around in the lift.
    Rosie hobbled in and pushed the button for their floor, before whimpering as she felt another leak escape.
    “Guys I really can’t hold it any longer…”
    She started.
    “Me neither babe, I’m weeing myself here, I am deffo going first when we get in!”
    Hollie said, bobbing in place, her skirt hiked up, showing off her bare ass to better hold herself.
    “Fuck going first, I’m going in the shower!”
    Rosie laughed, hiking up her skirt as she spoke.
    “I guess that means I get the sink!”
    Joked Jen, who truly looked bursting by this point, her hand also buried up her skirt.
    Rosie decided that her thong was absolutely soaked through and ruined by this point, remembering Hollie earlier, she too slipped it down her legs to the concerned looks of her friends.
    The cool air on her bare privates felt extremely shocking, and a small dribble of urine escaped before Rosie quickly grasped her bare pussy for all it was worth. She had never felt this full before, she guessed it must be the effect the alcohol was having on her bladder, even when she had wet herself in her first year of university, she hadn’t felt this full.
    Rosie winced at the thought of wetting herself, considering how close she was to repeating the action. Despite how many times she had leaked, she somehow felt fuller of pee than ever, God she needed to pee so badly.
    The lift door pinged open and the three bursting girls hobbled out down the hallway towards their apartment, as they arrived, if any of them could think of anything other than their bursting bladders, they might have noticed the door was slightly ajar, as it stands the three girls barrelled through the door and down the hallway, not pausing to take off their shoes, only to be stopped at the entrance to their lounge, there was a masked figure waiting there.
    The three girls froze, their struggles forgotten for the moment as the figure, surprised to see them, quickly stands up from loading DVDs into a bag and fumbling, draws a knife, causing the trio to meekly raise their hands.
    “Not a word!”
    The figure said.
    “You weren’t supposed to be home for hours, I’m gonna tie you up, finish and go. I don’t want to hurt you.”
    The figure said, reaching into a nearby bag and producing rope.
    The girls didn’t put up a fight, their flat was insured so it wasn’t worth it, as they were led into Rosie’s bedroom and tied to the foot of the bed with their hands above their heads, the reality of their situation sunk in, and other more pressing needs returned.
    Namely the unbearable urge to pee, which was impossible as they had just been tied up.
    “Hey, we all really need to pee actually, can you let us use the toilet?”
    Hollie asked meekly, starting to squirm already.
    “I’ve literally just tied you up, so no, sorry you’ll have to wait until someone unties you after I’m gone!”
    The burglar answered, before shutting the door.
    The three girls immediately started to struggle against their restraints, a grip of fear quickly sliding down to their bladders, the way their hands were tied constricted their movements, stopping them from turning around, leaving only their legs free which were pretzeled in order to try and prevent any of their bladders from bursting.
    “Oh god what do we do, I’m literally a minute away from forming a puddle here!”
    Rosie moaned, tightly crossing her legs, and pressing her heels into her crotch in a vain attempt to help her hold on.
    Jen nodded,
    “I’m really not able to hold it any longer, my panties are getting soaked!”
    her legs shaking as she bit her lower lip in worry.
    Hollie just groaned, her legs tensed, and a small splatter could be heard before Hollie slammed her legs together and squirmed like mad.
    “I can’t hold it guys, I really can’t, I need to pee now!”
    “I know Hollie I know, but we just need to hold on a bit longer.”
    Rosie said, half talking to herself.
    With no option left for relief but begging, Rosie looked longingly at the door before yelling.
    “Please we really need the toilet! We can’t wait anymore!”
    Both Hollie and Jen joined in begging but when they paused to listen for a response, but the only sound they heard instead was a wet splatter as Rosie suddenly let out a big spurt, soaking her heels which were pressed into her crotch, before she desperately squirmed like mad, as a second spurt quickly joined it. By now a small puddle was forming underneath her and soaking the back of her tight dress, her bare crotch cooling in the air.
    Hollie was in a similar predicament, except her puddle was larger and being added to every few seconds as little crippled escaped from her tired lips, she knew she had no more than a few minutes until the trickle turned into a flood.
    Jen meanwhile was getting really uncomfortable. Her blue thong was now black, having been thoroughly soaked through from all her leaks, with streams running down her legs to her ass, also forming a puddle. However, the real problem is the fact her thong was warm against her crotch with her pee, that along with the dampness was making it impossible for her to keep holding it in, and the leaks were becoming increasingly frequent.
    Hollie moaned as more of her pee splattered onto the floor, her spurts getting longer, she was shaking at this point from head to toe from holding back the flood she knew was coming.
    However, it was Jen’s dam which burst first. With a whimpered cry of,
    “No, no, no!”
    Spurts began to trickle out of Jen’s tired crotch, bursting through her ruined thong to splatter on the floor, with a last desperate plea of,
    “Please untie me in setting myself!”
    Jen’s poor bladder gave up and her pent-up waters poured out of her in a sudden gush. Jen moaned loudly as she lost control, her puddle rapidly dampening the bare cheeks of her two friends, even as their own leaks and spurts added to the puddle.
    As Jen sagged back against the bed, a few final spurts dribbling out of her, her two bursting friends looked on with equal parts worry and envy, both were frantically squirming now, with spurts coming fast and frequently. Desperately trying to hang onto their bladders in the vain hope that their captor would untie them long enough for them to make it to the bathroom, however it was not to be.
    Hollie’s aching bladder was the next to give out. Having already had a brief taste of relief and leaking constantly for the past hour, her bladder couldn’t wait any longer and a waterfall began to stream out between her bare legs. Hollie whimpered and sobbed with relief as her bloated bladder poured onto the floor for over two minutes, the splattering sound echoing in the closed room.
    Rosie was rocking back and forth, barely containing the flood inside of her. Her thighs and ass were damp with both her and her friend’s piss, and the sound of her friends setting themselves was utter torture. As another dribble leaked out from between her lips and onto the floor, she turned to the door one last time and cried out.
    “Please I’m begging you we are wetting ourselves in here, please I can’t wait anymore!”
    With that she turned her head away from the door once more, tugging futilely at her restraints.
    Rosie then made the fatal mistake of glancing down at Hollie’s crotch, where a stream of pee was still trickling out from her quivering pussy. The sight of her friend receiving her much-needed relief was too much for Rosie to bear, and she too finally lost the battle with her bladder.
    With a low moan of barely disguised pleasure, a thick stream of pee burst out from between Rosie’s legs and splattered into the puddle covering the floor, Rosie sagged back as her pent-up pee burst out of her. Rosie shuddered as feelings of relief washed over her, her tortured bladder still aching from the effort of holding in so much pee, even as it emptied.
    After over a minute Rosie’s stream tapered off and died, leaving the three girls in silence, surrounded by their own pee, occasionally being added to when one of the girls’-tired bladders gave out a final spurt. All three were too tired move, so exhausted from holding back the oceans inside themselves, the three were content to sit in the puddle of their own making and wait to be untied, wondering how long it would be until they could strip off and throw themselves into a hot shower.
    This would certainly be, a night to remember.
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    Midd got a reaction from Pee4me2 in A night to remember   
    Rosie slammed her empty glass back on the table to the cheers of her two friends seated around her, they had dared her to down her last cocktail, something which the fiery redhead could not back down from. As she felt the alcohol slip down her throat, she gave a quick glance around at her two companions. Hollie, a slim brunette was still sipping at her drink, twirling a lock of hair with her other hand. While Jen, a blonde, was shifting around in her seat, seemingly trying to get a better look at the rest of the bar they were in.
    Rosie felt the liquid she had just drank travel down to join the rest she had already consumed in her bladder, she felt very full and had been needing to pee for a while, but had been putting it off as they moved from bar to bar, as she was having too much fun and didn’t want to break the seal. However, at this point she was forced to cross her legs and realised she wouldn’t be able to put off visiting the bathroom much longer.
    “Hey, I’m gonna go get us some more drinks!”
    Jen said, hopping up out of their booth and setting off towards the bar without so much as a backwards glance, tugging down her tight sapphire dress which barely hid her ass.
    “Wait Jen- “
    Rosie started, before realising the futility of her shouting. She glanced over at Hollie who was smiling sympathetically at her.
    “Are you not enjoying that?”
    Rosie asked, motioning towards Hollie’s drink.
    “I am, but I also really need a wee, so I don’t want to burst in my seat.”
    Hollie said, grimacing and shifting around, causing her pink dress to ride up and expose her pink thong to Rosie.
    The mentioning of needing to wee made Rosie’s bladder pulse too, and she squirmed slightly in her own seat.
    “Yeah, me too it’s like I have a bowling ball in my stomach, I guess that’s what happens when you have been drinking for 4 hours with no bathroom break! we can go once we finish this round I guess.”
    Rosie said, more as a promise to herself than anything, as Hollie nodded in agreement.
    It was at this point that Jen came back with a small tray of drinks, crossing her legs and jiggling as she stood to unload them.
    “Jen, do you need to pee?”
    Hollie asked teasingly.
    “A little bit I’m not going in a dirty bar toilet!”
    Jen said, placing a glass in front of each girl.
    “The barman said we have to down these in one go for them to taste nice, so cheers!”
     
    Jen proclaimed, raising her glass. Hollie and Rosie echoed her statements, but more ruefully as they would be adding to their already full bladders.
    As Rosie necked her own drink back, she realised she truly was bursting for the toilet.
    “Well, I definitely need to pee, and I am about to burst so I’m gonna head to the loos really quick!”
    Rosie said standing up.
    “Me too, I’m feeling pregnant here!”
    Hollie joked, standing up with her friend, gulping down the last of her drink as she did so.
    “Well, I’m coming with, but I’m not gonna pee till we get back home!”
    Jen declared, joining the girls as they walked out of the main area of the bar.
    The side corridor where the toilets were located were a lot quieter without any music pounding, however the girls were more focused on the line coming out of the women’s toilets.
    “Fuck”
    Rosie muttered, as the three girls joined the back of the queue.
    “Definitely!”
    Added Hollie, as she started squirming in place.
    Five minutes later and the girls had just made it to the doorway of the toilets. Rosie was seriously struggling by this point; she was having to constantly shift her weight about to help her hold her bladder. While Hollie was doing the same, resting a hand on the front of her pink dress in the vain attempt to hold herself. Jen was also getting more desperate, as she was also squirming around, though she was doing her best to play it down.
    “What’s taking so long? I’m gonna wet my knickers in a minute!”
    Complained Hollie.
    “I feel you babe, my thong is getting damp here!”
    Added the girl in front of the trio. Rosie’s eyes widened as she realised the girl had hiked up the skirt of her short red dress so that she could hold herself openly. The girl moved her hand to show a pink thong, the crotch of which was stained a darker colour from where she had clearly leaked.
    “I was making out with some boy and left it too long it seems. Apparently, there are only three stalls, one girl is throwing up in one, while another girl ate something bad and can’t get off the toilet, so that leaves just one stall for us all to piss into!”
    She added.
    “Well, they better hurry up in there otherwise they will need a mop!”
    Rosie moaned as she felt a wave of desperation wash over her.
    A few agonising minutes later and relief was in sight for the girls, the girl in the red dress was next in line whimpering in desperation, followed by Hollie, the clearly most desperate of the trio. Rosie was extremely desperate by this point, merely hoping to make it with dry panties.
    ‘What a day to wear a white thong?’
    She thought to herself.
    Jen was clearly desperate to pee too, but was still adamant she could hold it, despite the fact she was fully squirming at this point.
    The toilet door clicked open and the girl in the red dress gasped and started making her way forward.
    “Thank god I’m pissing myself here!”
    She cried as she moved towards the open door.
    However no sooner had she taken two steps than another girl had stormed into the bathroom and slammed her into one of the occupied stalls.
    “The fuck you think you’re doing kissing my boyfriend!?”
    The girl in the red dress stumbled backwards, her hands held out in front of her to ward off the angry girl.
    “I-I didn’t know he was seeing anyone, please can we talk about this in a minute, because I’m seriously about to- oh no please!”
    She stopped backing away and looked down as a stream of pee started pouring it from between her legs. Her pink panties which were still visible from when she was holding herself, were saturated instantly as liquid poured out of her.
    The girl who had shoved her paused for a second in shock, then barrelled into the girl, shoving her into the toilet screaming.
    “I’ll kill you!”
    The trio of girls stood there, dumbfounded, and desperate. Hollie had hiked up her skirt and was holding herself and squirming. While Rosie was doing a full-on potty dance, her emerald, green dress having risen up to expose her white thong. Even Jen who had tried to hide it had failed and she too was squirming with desperation. The sound of the poor girl’s bladder emptying itself onto the tiled floor caused Rosie’s bladder to lose a few drops, dampening her thong in the process, staining the crotch yellow. Hollie also let out a gasp and froze, so it was easy to infer she had done the same.
    At this point, the two fighting girls had shoved their way into the last remaining cubicle, leaving the trio and the other girls who had joined the queue behind them squirming around.
    The girls only had a few seconds to wonder about what they should do before a burly bouncer shoved his way into the toilets, past the queue of girls complaining about his presence.
    “Alright girls break it up! And everyone else out!”
    He said, gesturing to the squirming trio still waiting.
    “But we have to pee!”
    Rosie cried, her hand holding herself tightly.
    “Don’t care, go use the other toilets down the hall.”
    The bouncer replied, pointing to the door as he turned to break up the two cat fighting women.
    More bouncers swarmed in at this point and the girls were forced outside the toilets where they stood squirming. Hollie let out a low groan before starting off down the hall, with Rosie following her.
    As they reached the other women’s toilets they were greeted with an ‘out of order’ sign hanging on the door, with a girl in a tight blue dress banging on the door, as a puddle formed underneath her from her burst bladder.
    “No please! I can’t hold it!”
    The poor girl sobbed as she wet herself.
    “I need to get out of here or I’m gonna explode!”
    Hollie said, blushing furiously as she squirmed in public, groups of boys staring at her they walked past.
    “Me too, let’s just get home and we can pee there.”
    Rosie suggested, removing her hand from her crotch, equally embarrassed.
    “Let’s just get out of here already!”
    Jen shouted, already heading for the door.
    Once the three girls made their way outside, they shivered from the sudden drop in temperature, before having to stop and regain a semblance of control from the effects of the cold on their bladders.
    “I’m gonna get us an Uber, I can’t be arsed to walk all the way back.”
    Jen said, tapping away on her phone with her legs crossed.
    Hollie was still holding herself and bobbing up and down, her head frantically looking from side to side as she whimpered from the effort of holding in her bladder.
    Rosie was also bursting to go, feeling her thong dampen as a second spurt escaped her tied bladder, she wanted nothing more than to get home and sit on a toilet as her bladder exploded out of her.
    “Guys I really can’t hold it I’m gonna have to go in that alley...”
    Hollie said, pointing with a shaking hand as she stumbled towards an alleyway, her other hand still buried in her crotch.
    “Hollie no, the Uber will be here in like a sec!”
    Jen protested but Hollie was too desperate to care.
    Rosie followed behind her, reasoning if her friend was going to pee, she might as well also get relief. However, as she entered the alleyway she froze.
    Hollie was ahead of her hiking up her tight dress, briefly exposing her pink thong, which was damp with her pee as her bladder slowly gave up on her. However, she quickly pulled her dress back down and stopped holding herself as she saw the policewoman facing away from her further in the alley.
    The lone policewoman had cornered two girls who appeared to have had the same idea as Hollie, both brunettes, one in a yellow dress and one in black, they had both clearly been interrupted peeing with small puddles underneath them, and both were squirming in place as the policewoman lectured them.
    “Please officer, the club wouldn’t let us in, and we really can’t wait any longer, it’s coming out in my panties!”
    The girl in the yellow dress begged, but the officer was having none of it.
    “Urinating in public is unacceptable for girls your age, you are next to a club they surely do have toilet- “
    The policewoman was cut off as the girl in the yellow dress let out a low moan before forcefully wetting herself, a veritable flood pouring out from between her legs.
    The girl in the black dress desperately tried to hold on, averting her eyes and biting her lip as she squirmed, but the sound of piss splattering next to her was too much and she sank into a crouch as she wet herself through her dress.
    The policewoman took a step back to avoid the growing puddles, crossing her legs and bending slightly before berating the girls for their lack of control. However, Rosie and Hollie were frantically back-pedalling away from the sounds of running water towards Jen who was now talking to their Uber driver through the window.
    Hollie suddenly paused mid stride and frantically glanced down, and Rosie noticed several streams of urine running down her friend’s legs before she tightly crossed them and held herself tightly. Rosie felt her own crotch dampen again at the sight and also held herself as they finally clambered into the back of the car.
    “Come on girls, only 10 minutes till we’re home!”
    Jen encouraged, referring to the flat they all house shared together; however, she sported a worried expression, and a hand was now buried up her own dress now they were in relative privacy.
    Hollie was lost in her own private battle, slowly rocking back and forth, both hands buried in her crotch, while Rosie still only had a single hand, but also couldn’t sit still in the back of the Uber. Hoping to avoid a complete accident.
    As the Uber went over a particularly bumpy patch of road. Both Jen and Rosie winced and held on tight, barely containing their bursting bladders, while Hollie merely whimpered, before tugging up her skirt slowly and gingerly.
    “Hollie what are you doing?”
    Jen asked worriedly, as Hollie had completely exposed her soaked pink thong by this point. Hollie looked at her with a lost expression on her face.
    “I’m trying so hard to hold the rest in, but my thong is ruined, and the wetness is making me leak.”
    She explained sadly as she slid her sodden underwear down her thighs and onto the floor of the cab. Briefly exposing her shaven womanhood before she recovered it with both her skirt and hands.
    Jen just nodded and kicked the sodden garment to the side. Going back to her own private battle.
    Five torturous minutes later, the Uber pulled up outside the three girl’s apartment complex. Mercifully, no further leaks had escaped any of the girls, but Rosie knew that time was seriously running out for her, and Hollie was even more desperate than her.
    The three girls piled out of the car, pausing to regain control of their bladders, Hollie, and Rosie not quite succeeding, with a big spurt soaking through Rosie’s thong and dribbling down her thigh, while a small stream ran down Hollie’s left leg.
    Jen was dancing around urgently as she paid the driver, one hand firmly buried up her skirt.
    “Jen please hurry I really can’t hold it much longer!”
    Rosie cried as she felt another dribble escape her.
    “Sorry I’m coming!”
    Jen said, digging into her purse for her keys.
    “Jen, I’m telling you know I’m 2 minutes away from making the Niagara Falls here please hurry up!”
    Hollie begged, shaking from desperation.
    Jen finally found out her keys and shakingly slammed them into the lock, before hurryingly opening the door to the lobby.
    Hollie pushed past her, hammering on the lift button as she hopped from foot to foot.
    Rosie coming up behind her could see another stream of pee snaking it down her leg, Rosie really worried about her friend’s ability to hold it till they made it home, however she suddenly realised she was in serious danger of an accident too as another spurt soaked through her thong, and dribbling onto her thighs.
    Rosie was snapped out of her haze of worry with the ding of the lift arriving, with both Hollie and Jen rushing in clutching themselves as they squirmed around in the lift.
    Rosie hobbled in and pushed the button for their floor, before whimpering as she felt another leak escape.
    “Guys I really can’t hold it any longer…”
    She started.
    “Me neither babe, I’m weeing myself here, I am deffo going first when we get in!”
    Hollie said, bobbing in place, her skirt hiked up, showing off her bare ass to better hold herself.
    “Fuck going first, I’m going in the shower!”
    Rosie laughed, hiking up her skirt as she spoke.
    “I guess that means I get the sink!”
    Joked Jen, who truly looked bursting by this point, her hand also buried up her skirt.
    Rosie decided that her thong was absolutely soaked through and ruined by this point, remembering Hollie earlier, she too slipped it down her legs to the concerned looks of her friends.
    The cool air on her bare privates felt extremely shocking, and a small dribble of urine escaped before Rosie quickly grasped her bare pussy for all it was worth. She had never felt this full before, she guessed it must be the effect the alcohol was having on her bladder, even when she had wet herself in her first year of university, she hadn’t felt this full.
    Rosie winced at the thought of wetting herself, considering how close she was to repeating the action. Despite how many times she had leaked, she somehow felt fuller of pee than ever, God she needed to pee so badly.
    The lift door pinged open and the three bursting girls hobbled out down the hallway towards their apartment, as they arrived, if any of them could think of anything other than their bursting bladders, they might have noticed the door was slightly ajar, as it stands the three girls barrelled through the door and down the hallway, not pausing to take off their shoes, only to be stopped at the entrance to their lounge, there was a masked figure waiting there.
    The three girls froze, their struggles forgotten for the moment as the figure, surprised to see them, quickly stands up from loading DVDs into a bag and fumbling, draws a knife, causing the trio to meekly raise their hands.
    “Not a word!”
    The figure said.
    “You weren’t supposed to be home for hours, I’m gonna tie you up, finish and go. I don’t want to hurt you.”
    The figure said, reaching into a nearby bag and producing rope.
    The girls didn’t put up a fight, their flat was insured so it wasn’t worth it, as they were led into Rosie’s bedroom and tied to the foot of the bed with their hands above their heads, the reality of their situation sunk in, and other more pressing needs returned.
    Namely the unbearable urge to pee, which was impossible as they had just been tied up.
    “Hey, we all really need to pee actually, can you let us use the toilet?”
    Hollie asked meekly, starting to squirm already.
    “I’ve literally just tied you up, so no, sorry you’ll have to wait until someone unties you after I’m gone!”
    The burglar answered, before shutting the door.
    The three girls immediately started to struggle against their restraints, a grip of fear quickly sliding down to their bladders, the way their hands were tied constricted their movements, stopping them from turning around, leaving only their legs free which were pretzeled in order to try and prevent any of their bladders from bursting.
    “Oh god what do we do, I’m literally a minute away from forming a puddle here!”
    Rosie moaned, tightly crossing her legs, and pressing her heels into her crotch in a vain attempt to help her hold on.
    Jen nodded,
    “I’m really not able to hold it any longer, my panties are getting soaked!”
    her legs shaking as she bit her lower lip in worry.
    Hollie just groaned, her legs tensed, and a small splatter could be heard before Hollie slammed her legs together and squirmed like mad.
    “I can’t hold it guys, I really can’t, I need to pee now!”
    “I know Hollie I know, but we just need to hold on a bit longer.”
    Rosie said, half talking to herself.
    With no option left for relief but begging, Rosie looked longingly at the door before yelling.
    “Please we really need the toilet! We can’t wait anymore!”
    Both Hollie and Jen joined in begging but when they paused to listen for a response, but the only sound they heard instead was a wet splatter as Rosie suddenly let out a big spurt, soaking her heels which were pressed into her crotch, before she desperately squirmed like mad, as a second spurt quickly joined it. By now a small puddle was forming underneath her and soaking the back of her tight dress, her bare crotch cooling in the air.
    Hollie was in a similar predicament, except her puddle was larger and being added to every few seconds as little crippled escaped from her tired lips, she knew she had no more than a few minutes until the trickle turned into a flood.
    Jen meanwhile was getting really uncomfortable. Her blue thong was now black, having been thoroughly soaked through from all her leaks, with streams running down her legs to her ass, also forming a puddle. However, the real problem is the fact her thong was warm against her crotch with her pee, that along with the dampness was making it impossible for her to keep holding it in, and the leaks were becoming increasingly frequent.
    Hollie moaned as more of her pee splattered onto the floor, her spurts getting longer, she was shaking at this point from head to toe from holding back the flood she knew was coming.
    However, it was Jen’s dam which burst first. With a whimpered cry of,
    “No, no, no!”
    Spurts began to trickle out of Jen’s tired crotch, bursting through her ruined thong to splatter on the floor, with a last desperate plea of,
    “Please untie me in setting myself!”
    Jen’s poor bladder gave up and her pent-up waters poured out of her in a sudden gush. Jen moaned loudly as she lost control, her puddle rapidly dampening the bare cheeks of her two friends, even as their own leaks and spurts added to the puddle.
    As Jen sagged back against the bed, a few final spurts dribbling out of her, her two bursting friends looked on with equal parts worry and envy, both were frantically squirming now, with spurts coming fast and frequently. Desperately trying to hang onto their bladders in the vain hope that their captor would untie them long enough for them to make it to the bathroom, however it was not to be.
    Hollie’s aching bladder was the next to give out. Having already had a brief taste of relief and leaking constantly for the past hour, her bladder couldn’t wait any longer and a waterfall began to stream out between her bare legs. Hollie whimpered and sobbed with relief as her bloated bladder poured onto the floor for over two minutes, the splattering sound echoing in the closed room.
    Rosie was rocking back and forth, barely containing the flood inside of her. Her thighs and ass were damp with both her and her friend’s piss, and the sound of her friends setting themselves was utter torture. As another dribble leaked out from between her lips and onto the floor, she turned to the door one last time and cried out.
    “Please I’m begging you we are wetting ourselves in here, please I can’t wait anymore!”
    With that she turned her head away from the door once more, tugging futilely at her restraints.
    Rosie then made the fatal mistake of glancing down at Hollie’s crotch, where a stream of pee was still trickling out from her quivering pussy. The sight of her friend receiving her much-needed relief was too much for Rosie to bear, and she too finally lost the battle with her bladder.
    With a low moan of barely disguised pleasure, a thick stream of pee burst out from between Rosie’s legs and splattered into the puddle covering the floor, Rosie sagged back as her pent-up pee burst out of her. Rosie shuddered as feelings of relief washed over her, her tortured bladder still aching from the effort of holding in so much pee, even as it emptied.
    After over a minute Rosie’s stream tapered off and died, leaving the three girls in silence, surrounded by their own pee, occasionally being added to when one of the girls’-tired bladders gave out a final spurt. All three were too tired move, so exhausted from holding back the oceans inside themselves, the three were content to sit in the puddle of their own making and wait to be untied, wondering how long it would be until they could strip off and throw themselves into a hot shower.
    This would certainly be, a night to remember.
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    Midd got a reaction from orangelion in A night to remember   
    Rosie slammed her empty glass back on the table to the cheers of her two friends seated around her, they had dared her to down her last cocktail, something which the fiery redhead could not back down from. As she felt the alcohol slip down her throat, she gave a quick glance around at her two companions. Hollie, a slim brunette was still sipping at her drink, twirling a lock of hair with her other hand. While Jen, a blonde, was shifting around in her seat, seemingly trying to get a better look at the rest of the bar they were in.
    Rosie felt the liquid she had just drank travel down to join the rest she had already consumed in her bladder, she felt very full and had been needing to pee for a while, but had been putting it off as they moved from bar to bar, as she was having too much fun and didn’t want to break the seal. However, at this point she was forced to cross her legs and realised she wouldn’t be able to put off visiting the bathroom much longer.
    “Hey, I’m gonna go get us some more drinks!”
    Jen said, hopping up out of their booth and setting off towards the bar without so much as a backwards glance, tugging down her tight sapphire dress which barely hid her ass.
    “Wait Jen- “
    Rosie started, before realising the futility of her shouting. She glanced over at Hollie who was smiling sympathetically at her.
    “Are you not enjoying that?”
    Rosie asked, motioning towards Hollie’s drink.
    “I am, but I also really need a wee, so I don’t want to burst in my seat.”
    Hollie said, grimacing and shifting around, causing her pink dress to ride up and expose her pink thong to Rosie.
    The mentioning of needing to wee made Rosie’s bladder pulse too, and she squirmed slightly in her own seat.
    “Yeah, me too it’s like I have a bowling ball in my stomach, I guess that’s what happens when you have been drinking for 4 hours with no bathroom break! we can go once we finish this round I guess.”
    Rosie said, more as a promise to herself than anything, as Hollie nodded in agreement.
    It was at this point that Jen came back with a small tray of drinks, crossing her legs and jiggling as she stood to unload them.
    “Jen, do you need to pee?”
    Hollie asked teasingly.
    “A little bit I’m not going in a dirty bar toilet!”
    Jen said, placing a glass in front of each girl.
    “The barman said we have to down these in one go for them to taste nice, so cheers!”
     
    Jen proclaimed, raising her glass. Hollie and Rosie echoed her statements, but more ruefully as they would be adding to their already full bladders.
    As Rosie necked her own drink back, she realised she truly was bursting for the toilet.
    “Well, I definitely need to pee, and I am about to burst so I’m gonna head to the loos really quick!”
    Rosie said standing up.
    “Me too, I’m feeling pregnant here!”
    Hollie joked, standing up with her friend, gulping down the last of her drink as she did so.
    “Well, I’m coming with, but I’m not gonna pee till we get back home!”
    Jen declared, joining the girls as they walked out of the main area of the bar.
    The side corridor where the toilets were located were a lot quieter without any music pounding, however the girls were more focused on the line coming out of the women’s toilets.
    “Fuck”
    Rosie muttered, as the three girls joined the back of the queue.
    “Definitely!”
    Added Hollie, as she started squirming in place.
    Five minutes later and the girls had just made it to the doorway of the toilets. Rosie was seriously struggling by this point; she was having to constantly shift her weight about to help her hold her bladder. While Hollie was doing the same, resting a hand on the front of her pink dress in the vain attempt to hold herself. Jen was also getting more desperate, as she was also squirming around, though she was doing her best to play it down.
    “What’s taking so long? I’m gonna wet my knickers in a minute!”
    Complained Hollie.
    “I feel you babe, my thong is getting damp here!”
    Added the girl in front of the trio. Rosie’s eyes widened as she realised the girl had hiked up the skirt of her short red dress so that she could hold herself openly. The girl moved her hand to show a pink thong, the crotch of which was stained a darker colour from where she had clearly leaked.
    “I was making out with some boy and left it too long it seems. Apparently, there are only three stalls, one girl is throwing up in one, while another girl ate something bad and can’t get off the toilet, so that leaves just one stall for us all to piss into!”
    She added.
    “Well, they better hurry up in there otherwise they will need a mop!”
    Rosie moaned as she felt a wave of desperation wash over her.
    A few agonising minutes later and relief was in sight for the girls, the girl in the red dress was next in line whimpering in desperation, followed by Hollie, the clearly most desperate of the trio. Rosie was extremely desperate by this point, merely hoping to make it with dry panties.
    ‘What a day to wear a white thong?’
    She thought to herself.
    Jen was clearly desperate to pee too, but was still adamant she could hold it, despite the fact she was fully squirming at this point.
    The toilet door clicked open and the girl in the red dress gasped and started making her way forward.
    “Thank god I’m pissing myself here!”
    She cried as she moved towards the open door.
    However no sooner had she taken two steps than another girl had stormed into the bathroom and slammed her into one of the occupied stalls.
    “The fuck you think you’re doing kissing my boyfriend!?”
    The girl in the red dress stumbled backwards, her hands held out in front of her to ward off the angry girl.
    “I-I didn’t know he was seeing anyone, please can we talk about this in a minute, because I’m seriously about to- oh no please!”
    She stopped backing away and looked down as a stream of pee started pouring it from between her legs. Her pink panties which were still visible from when she was holding herself, were saturated instantly as liquid poured out of her.
    The girl who had shoved her paused for a second in shock, then barrelled into the girl, shoving her into the toilet screaming.
    “I’ll kill you!”
    The trio of girls stood there, dumbfounded, and desperate. Hollie had hiked up her skirt and was holding herself and squirming. While Rosie was doing a full-on potty dance, her emerald, green dress having risen up to expose her white thong. Even Jen who had tried to hide it had failed and she too was squirming with desperation. The sound of the poor girl’s bladder emptying itself onto the tiled floor caused Rosie’s bladder to lose a few drops, dampening her thong in the process, staining the crotch yellow. Hollie also let out a gasp and froze, so it was easy to infer she had done the same.
    At this point, the two fighting girls had shoved their way into the last remaining cubicle, leaving the trio and the other girls who had joined the queue behind them squirming around.
    The girls only had a few seconds to wonder about what they should do before a burly bouncer shoved his way into the toilets, past the queue of girls complaining about his presence.
    “Alright girls break it up! And everyone else out!”
    He said, gesturing to the squirming trio still waiting.
    “But we have to pee!”
    Rosie cried, her hand holding herself tightly.
    “Don’t care, go use the other toilets down the hall.”
    The bouncer replied, pointing to the door as he turned to break up the two cat fighting women.
    More bouncers swarmed in at this point and the girls were forced outside the toilets where they stood squirming. Hollie let out a low groan before starting off down the hall, with Rosie following her.
    As they reached the other women’s toilets they were greeted with an ‘out of order’ sign hanging on the door, with a girl in a tight blue dress banging on the door, as a puddle formed underneath her from her burst bladder.
    “No please! I can’t hold it!”
    The poor girl sobbed as she wet herself.
    “I need to get out of here or I’m gonna explode!”
    Hollie said, blushing furiously as she squirmed in public, groups of boys staring at her they walked past.
    “Me too, let’s just get home and we can pee there.”
    Rosie suggested, removing her hand from her crotch, equally embarrassed.
    “Let’s just get out of here already!”
    Jen shouted, already heading for the door.
    Once the three girls made their way outside, they shivered from the sudden drop in temperature, before having to stop and regain a semblance of control from the effects of the cold on their bladders.
    “I’m gonna get us an Uber, I can’t be arsed to walk all the way back.”
    Jen said, tapping away on her phone with her legs crossed.
    Hollie was still holding herself and bobbing up and down, her head frantically looking from side to side as she whimpered from the effort of holding in her bladder.
    Rosie was also bursting to go, feeling her thong dampen as a second spurt escaped her tied bladder, she wanted nothing more than to get home and sit on a toilet as her bladder exploded out of her.
    “Guys I really can’t hold it I’m gonna have to go in that alley...”
    Hollie said, pointing with a shaking hand as she stumbled towards an alleyway, her other hand still buried in her crotch.
    “Hollie no, the Uber will be here in like a sec!”
    Jen protested but Hollie was too desperate to care.
    Rosie followed behind her, reasoning if her friend was going to pee, she might as well also get relief. However, as she entered the alleyway she froze.
    Hollie was ahead of her hiking up her tight dress, briefly exposing her pink thong, which was damp with her pee as her bladder slowly gave up on her. However, she quickly pulled her dress back down and stopped holding herself as she saw the policewoman facing away from her further in the alley.
    The lone policewoman had cornered two girls who appeared to have had the same idea as Hollie, both brunettes, one in a yellow dress and one in black, they had both clearly been interrupted peeing with small puddles underneath them, and both were squirming in place as the policewoman lectured them.
    “Please officer, the club wouldn’t let us in, and we really can’t wait any longer, it’s coming out in my panties!”
    The girl in the yellow dress begged, but the officer was having none of it.
    “Urinating in public is unacceptable for girls your age, you are next to a club they surely do have toilet- “
    The policewoman was cut off as the girl in the yellow dress let out a low moan before forcefully wetting herself, a veritable flood pouring out from between her legs.
    The girl in the black dress desperately tried to hold on, averting her eyes and biting her lip as she squirmed, but the sound of piss splattering next to her was too much and she sank into a crouch as she wet herself through her dress.
    The policewoman took a step back to avoid the growing puddles, crossing her legs and bending slightly before berating the girls for their lack of control. However, Rosie and Hollie were frantically back-pedalling away from the sounds of running water towards Jen who was now talking to their Uber driver through the window.
    Hollie suddenly paused mid stride and frantically glanced down, and Rosie noticed several streams of urine running down her friend’s legs before she tightly crossed them and held herself tightly. Rosie felt her own crotch dampen again at the sight and also held herself as they finally clambered into the back of the car.
    “Come on girls, only 10 minutes till we’re home!”
    Jen encouraged, referring to the flat they all house shared together; however, she sported a worried expression, and a hand was now buried up her own dress now they were in relative privacy.
    Hollie was lost in her own private battle, slowly rocking back and forth, both hands buried in her crotch, while Rosie still only had a single hand, but also couldn’t sit still in the back of the Uber. Hoping to avoid a complete accident.
    As the Uber went over a particularly bumpy patch of road. Both Jen and Rosie winced and held on tight, barely containing their bursting bladders, while Hollie merely whimpered, before tugging up her skirt slowly and gingerly.
    “Hollie what are you doing?”
    Jen asked worriedly, as Hollie had completely exposed her soaked pink thong by this point. Hollie looked at her with a lost expression on her face.
    “I’m trying so hard to hold the rest in, but my thong is ruined, and the wetness is making me leak.”
    She explained sadly as she slid her sodden underwear down her thighs and onto the floor of the cab. Briefly exposing her shaven womanhood before she recovered it with both her skirt and hands.
    Jen just nodded and kicked the sodden garment to the side. Going back to her own private battle.
    Five torturous minutes later, the Uber pulled up outside the three girl’s apartment complex. Mercifully, no further leaks had escaped any of the girls, but Rosie knew that time was seriously running out for her, and Hollie was even more desperate than her.
    The three girls piled out of the car, pausing to regain control of their bladders, Hollie, and Rosie not quite succeeding, with a big spurt soaking through Rosie’s thong and dribbling down her thigh, while a small stream ran down Hollie’s left leg.
    Jen was dancing around urgently as she paid the driver, one hand firmly buried up her skirt.
    “Jen please hurry I really can’t hold it much longer!”
    Rosie cried as she felt another dribble escape her.
    “Sorry I’m coming!”
    Jen said, digging into her purse for her keys.
    “Jen, I’m telling you know I’m 2 minutes away from making the Niagara Falls here please hurry up!”
    Hollie begged, shaking from desperation.
    Jen finally found out her keys and shakingly slammed them into the lock, before hurryingly opening the door to the lobby.
    Hollie pushed past her, hammering on the lift button as she hopped from foot to foot.
    Rosie coming up behind her could see another stream of pee snaking it down her leg, Rosie really worried about her friend’s ability to hold it till they made it home, however she suddenly realised she was in serious danger of an accident too as another spurt soaked through her thong, and dribbling onto her thighs.
    Rosie was snapped out of her haze of worry with the ding of the lift arriving, with both Hollie and Jen rushing in clutching themselves as they squirmed around in the lift.
    Rosie hobbled in and pushed the button for their floor, before whimpering as she felt another leak escape.
    “Guys I really can’t hold it any longer…”
    She started.
    “Me neither babe, I’m weeing myself here, I am deffo going first when we get in!”
    Hollie said, bobbing in place, her skirt hiked up, showing off her bare ass to better hold herself.
    “Fuck going first, I’m going in the shower!”
    Rosie laughed, hiking up her skirt as she spoke.
    “I guess that means I get the sink!”
    Joked Jen, who truly looked bursting by this point, her hand also buried up her skirt.
    Rosie decided that her thong was absolutely soaked through and ruined by this point, remembering Hollie earlier, she too slipped it down her legs to the concerned looks of her friends.
    The cool air on her bare privates felt extremely shocking, and a small dribble of urine escaped before Rosie quickly grasped her bare pussy for all it was worth. She had never felt this full before, she guessed it must be the effect the alcohol was having on her bladder, even when she had wet herself in her first year of university, she hadn’t felt this full.
    Rosie winced at the thought of wetting herself, considering how close she was to repeating the action. Despite how many times she had leaked, she somehow felt fuller of pee than ever, God she needed to pee so badly.
    The lift door pinged open and the three bursting girls hobbled out down the hallway towards their apartment, as they arrived, if any of them could think of anything other than their bursting bladders, they might have noticed the door was slightly ajar, as it stands the three girls barrelled through the door and down the hallway, not pausing to take off their shoes, only to be stopped at the entrance to their lounge, there was a masked figure waiting there.
    The three girls froze, their struggles forgotten for the moment as the figure, surprised to see them, quickly stands up from loading DVDs into a bag and fumbling, draws a knife, causing the trio to meekly raise their hands.
    “Not a word!”
    The figure said.
    “You weren’t supposed to be home for hours, I’m gonna tie you up, finish and go. I don’t want to hurt you.”
    The figure said, reaching into a nearby bag and producing rope.
    The girls didn’t put up a fight, their flat was insured so it wasn’t worth it, as they were led into Rosie’s bedroom and tied to the foot of the bed with their hands above their heads, the reality of their situation sunk in, and other more pressing needs returned.
    Namely the unbearable urge to pee, which was impossible as they had just been tied up.
    “Hey, we all really need to pee actually, can you let us use the toilet?”
    Hollie asked meekly, starting to squirm already.
    “I’ve literally just tied you up, so no, sorry you’ll have to wait until someone unties you after I’m gone!”
    The burglar answered, before shutting the door.
    The three girls immediately started to struggle against their restraints, a grip of fear quickly sliding down to their bladders, the way their hands were tied constricted their movements, stopping them from turning around, leaving only their legs free which were pretzeled in order to try and prevent any of their bladders from bursting.
    “Oh god what do we do, I’m literally a minute away from forming a puddle here!”
    Rosie moaned, tightly crossing her legs, and pressing her heels into her crotch in a vain attempt to help her hold on.
    Jen nodded,
    “I’m really not able to hold it any longer, my panties are getting soaked!”
    her legs shaking as she bit her lower lip in worry.
    Hollie just groaned, her legs tensed, and a small splatter could be heard before Hollie slammed her legs together and squirmed like mad.
    “I can’t hold it guys, I really can’t, I need to pee now!”
    “I know Hollie I know, but we just need to hold on a bit longer.”
    Rosie said, half talking to herself.
    With no option left for relief but begging, Rosie looked longingly at the door before yelling.
    “Please we really need the toilet! We can’t wait anymore!”
    Both Hollie and Jen joined in begging but when they paused to listen for a response, but the only sound they heard instead was a wet splatter as Rosie suddenly let out a big spurt, soaking her heels which were pressed into her crotch, before she desperately squirmed like mad, as a second spurt quickly joined it. By now a small puddle was forming underneath her and soaking the back of her tight dress, her bare crotch cooling in the air.
    Hollie was in a similar predicament, except her puddle was larger and being added to every few seconds as little crippled escaped from her tired lips, she knew she had no more than a few minutes until the trickle turned into a flood.
    Jen meanwhile was getting really uncomfortable. Her blue thong was now black, having been thoroughly soaked through from all her leaks, with streams running down her legs to her ass, also forming a puddle. However, the real problem is the fact her thong was warm against her crotch with her pee, that along with the dampness was making it impossible for her to keep holding it in, and the leaks were becoming increasingly frequent.
    Hollie moaned as more of her pee splattered onto the floor, her spurts getting longer, she was shaking at this point from head to toe from holding back the flood she knew was coming.
    However, it was Jen’s dam which burst first. With a whimpered cry of,
    “No, no, no!”
    Spurts began to trickle out of Jen’s tired crotch, bursting through her ruined thong to splatter on the floor, with a last desperate plea of,
    “Please untie me in setting myself!”
    Jen’s poor bladder gave up and her pent-up waters poured out of her in a sudden gush. Jen moaned loudly as she lost control, her puddle rapidly dampening the bare cheeks of her two friends, even as their own leaks and spurts added to the puddle.
    As Jen sagged back against the bed, a few final spurts dribbling out of her, her two bursting friends looked on with equal parts worry and envy, both were frantically squirming now, with spurts coming fast and frequently. Desperately trying to hang onto their bladders in the vain hope that their captor would untie them long enough for them to make it to the bathroom, however it was not to be.
    Hollie’s aching bladder was the next to give out. Having already had a brief taste of relief and leaking constantly for the past hour, her bladder couldn’t wait any longer and a waterfall began to stream out between her bare legs. Hollie whimpered and sobbed with relief as her bloated bladder poured onto the floor for over two minutes, the splattering sound echoing in the closed room.
    Rosie was rocking back and forth, barely containing the flood inside of her. Her thighs and ass were damp with both her and her friend’s piss, and the sound of her friends setting themselves was utter torture. As another dribble leaked out from between her lips and onto the floor, she turned to the door one last time and cried out.
    “Please I’m begging you we are wetting ourselves in here, please I can’t wait anymore!”
    With that she turned her head away from the door once more, tugging futilely at her restraints.
    Rosie then made the fatal mistake of glancing down at Hollie’s crotch, where a stream of pee was still trickling out from her quivering pussy. The sight of her friend receiving her much-needed relief was too much for Rosie to bear, and she too finally lost the battle with her bladder.
    With a low moan of barely disguised pleasure, a thick stream of pee burst out from between Rosie’s legs and splattered into the puddle covering the floor, Rosie sagged back as her pent-up pee burst out of her. Rosie shuddered as feelings of relief washed over her, her tortured bladder still aching from the effort of holding in so much pee, even as it emptied.
    After over a minute Rosie’s stream tapered off and died, leaving the three girls in silence, surrounded by their own pee, occasionally being added to when one of the girls’-tired bladders gave out a final spurt. All three were too tired move, so exhausted from holding back the oceans inside themselves, the three were content to sit in the puddle of their own making and wait to be untied, wondering how long it would be until they could strip off and throw themselves into a hot shower.
    This would certainly be, a night to remember.
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    Midd got a reaction from daisyduke in A night to remember   
    Rosie slammed her empty glass back on the table to the cheers of her two friends seated around her, they had dared her to down her last cocktail, something which the fiery redhead could not back down from. As she felt the alcohol slip down her throat, she gave a quick glance around at her two companions. Hollie, a slim brunette was still sipping at her drink, twirling a lock of hair with her other hand. While Jen, a blonde, was shifting around in her seat, seemingly trying to get a better look at the rest of the bar they were in.
    Rosie felt the liquid she had just drank travel down to join the rest she had already consumed in her bladder, she felt very full and had been needing to pee for a while, but had been putting it off as they moved from bar to bar, as she was having too much fun and didn’t want to break the seal. However, at this point she was forced to cross her legs and realised she wouldn’t be able to put off visiting the bathroom much longer.
    “Hey, I’m gonna go get us some more drinks!”
    Jen said, hopping up out of their booth and setting off towards the bar without so much as a backwards glance, tugging down her tight sapphire dress which barely hid her ass.
    “Wait Jen- “
    Rosie started, before realising the futility of her shouting. She glanced over at Hollie who was smiling sympathetically at her.
    “Are you not enjoying that?”
    Rosie asked, motioning towards Hollie’s drink.
    “I am, but I also really need a wee, so I don’t want to burst in my seat.”
    Hollie said, grimacing and shifting around, causing her pink dress to ride up and expose her pink thong to Rosie.
    The mentioning of needing to wee made Rosie’s bladder pulse too, and she squirmed slightly in her own seat.
    “Yeah, me too it’s like I have a bowling ball in my stomach, I guess that’s what happens when you have been drinking for 4 hours with no bathroom break! we can go once we finish this round I guess.”
    Rosie said, more as a promise to herself than anything, as Hollie nodded in agreement.
    It was at this point that Jen came back with a small tray of drinks, crossing her legs and jiggling as she stood to unload them.
    “Jen, do you need to pee?”
    Hollie asked teasingly.
    “A little bit I’m not going in a dirty bar toilet!”
    Jen said, placing a glass in front of each girl.
    “The barman said we have to down these in one go for them to taste nice, so cheers!”
     
    Jen proclaimed, raising her glass. Hollie and Rosie echoed her statements, but more ruefully as they would be adding to their already full bladders.
    As Rosie necked her own drink back, she realised she truly was bursting for the toilet.
    “Well, I definitely need to pee, and I am about to burst so I’m gonna head to the loos really quick!”
    Rosie said standing up.
    “Me too, I’m feeling pregnant here!”
    Hollie joked, standing up with her friend, gulping down the last of her drink as she did so.
    “Well, I’m coming with, but I’m not gonna pee till we get back home!”
    Jen declared, joining the girls as they walked out of the main area of the bar.
    The side corridor where the toilets were located were a lot quieter without any music pounding, however the girls were more focused on the line coming out of the women’s toilets.
    “Fuck”
    Rosie muttered, as the three girls joined the back of the queue.
    “Definitely!”
    Added Hollie, as she started squirming in place.
    Five minutes later and the girls had just made it to the doorway of the toilets. Rosie was seriously struggling by this point; she was having to constantly shift her weight about to help her hold her bladder. While Hollie was doing the same, resting a hand on the front of her pink dress in the vain attempt to hold herself. Jen was also getting more desperate, as she was also squirming around, though she was doing her best to play it down.
    “What’s taking so long? I’m gonna wet my knickers in a minute!”
    Complained Hollie.
    “I feel you babe, my thong is getting damp here!”
    Added the girl in front of the trio. Rosie’s eyes widened as she realised the girl had hiked up the skirt of her short red dress so that she could hold herself openly. The girl moved her hand to show a pink thong, the crotch of which was stained a darker colour from where she had clearly leaked.
    “I was making out with some boy and left it too long it seems. Apparently, there are only three stalls, one girl is throwing up in one, while another girl ate something bad and can’t get off the toilet, so that leaves just one stall for us all to piss into!”
    She added.
    “Well, they better hurry up in there otherwise they will need a mop!”
    Rosie moaned as she felt a wave of desperation wash over her.
    A few agonising minutes later and relief was in sight for the girls, the girl in the red dress was next in line whimpering in desperation, followed by Hollie, the clearly most desperate of the trio. Rosie was extremely desperate by this point, merely hoping to make it with dry panties.
    ‘What a day to wear a white thong?’
    She thought to herself.
    Jen was clearly desperate to pee too, but was still adamant she could hold it, despite the fact she was fully squirming at this point.
    The toilet door clicked open and the girl in the red dress gasped and started making her way forward.
    “Thank god I’m pissing myself here!”
    She cried as she moved towards the open door.
    However no sooner had she taken two steps than another girl had stormed into the bathroom and slammed her into one of the occupied stalls.
    “The fuck you think you’re doing kissing my boyfriend!?”
    The girl in the red dress stumbled backwards, her hands held out in front of her to ward off the angry girl.
    “I-I didn’t know he was seeing anyone, please can we talk about this in a minute, because I’m seriously about to- oh no please!”
    She stopped backing away and looked down as a stream of pee started pouring it from between her legs. Her pink panties which were still visible from when she was holding herself, were saturated instantly as liquid poured out of her.
    The girl who had shoved her paused for a second in shock, then barrelled into the girl, shoving her into the toilet screaming.
    “I’ll kill you!”
    The trio of girls stood there, dumbfounded, and desperate. Hollie had hiked up her skirt and was holding herself and squirming. While Rosie was doing a full-on potty dance, her emerald, green dress having risen up to expose her white thong. Even Jen who had tried to hide it had failed and she too was squirming with desperation. The sound of the poor girl’s bladder emptying itself onto the tiled floor caused Rosie’s bladder to lose a few drops, dampening her thong in the process, staining the crotch yellow. Hollie also let out a gasp and froze, so it was easy to infer she had done the same.
    At this point, the two fighting girls had shoved their way into the last remaining cubicle, leaving the trio and the other girls who had joined the queue behind them squirming around.
    The girls only had a few seconds to wonder about what they should do before a burly bouncer shoved his way into the toilets, past the queue of girls complaining about his presence.
    “Alright girls break it up! And everyone else out!”
    He said, gesturing to the squirming trio still waiting.
    “But we have to pee!”
    Rosie cried, her hand holding herself tightly.
    “Don’t care, go use the other toilets down the hall.”
    The bouncer replied, pointing to the door as he turned to break up the two cat fighting women.
    More bouncers swarmed in at this point and the girls were forced outside the toilets where they stood squirming. Hollie let out a low groan before starting off down the hall, with Rosie following her.
    As they reached the other women’s toilets they were greeted with an ‘out of order’ sign hanging on the door, with a girl in a tight blue dress banging on the door, as a puddle formed underneath her from her burst bladder.
    “No please! I can’t hold it!”
    The poor girl sobbed as she wet herself.
    “I need to get out of here or I’m gonna explode!”
    Hollie said, blushing furiously as she squirmed in public, groups of boys staring at her they walked past.
    “Me too, let’s just get home and we can pee there.”
    Rosie suggested, removing her hand from her crotch, equally embarrassed.
    “Let’s just get out of here already!”
    Jen shouted, already heading for the door.
    Once the three girls made their way outside, they shivered from the sudden drop in temperature, before having to stop and regain a semblance of control from the effects of the cold on their bladders.
    “I’m gonna get us an Uber, I can’t be arsed to walk all the way back.”
    Jen said, tapping away on her phone with her legs crossed.
    Hollie was still holding herself and bobbing up and down, her head frantically looking from side to side as she whimpered from the effort of holding in her bladder.
    Rosie was also bursting to go, feeling her thong dampen as a second spurt escaped her tied bladder, she wanted nothing more than to get home and sit on a toilet as her bladder exploded out of her.
    “Guys I really can’t hold it I’m gonna have to go in that alley...”
    Hollie said, pointing with a shaking hand as she stumbled towards an alleyway, her other hand still buried in her crotch.
    “Hollie no, the Uber will be here in like a sec!”
    Jen protested but Hollie was too desperate to care.
    Rosie followed behind her, reasoning if her friend was going to pee, she might as well also get relief. However, as she entered the alleyway she froze.
    Hollie was ahead of her hiking up her tight dress, briefly exposing her pink thong, which was damp with her pee as her bladder slowly gave up on her. However, she quickly pulled her dress back down and stopped holding herself as she saw the policewoman facing away from her further in the alley.
    The lone policewoman had cornered two girls who appeared to have had the same idea as Hollie, both brunettes, one in a yellow dress and one in black, they had both clearly been interrupted peeing with small puddles underneath them, and both were squirming in place as the policewoman lectured them.
    “Please officer, the club wouldn’t let us in, and we really can’t wait any longer, it’s coming out in my panties!”
    The girl in the yellow dress begged, but the officer was having none of it.
    “Urinating in public is unacceptable for girls your age, you are next to a club they surely do have toilet- “
    The policewoman was cut off as the girl in the yellow dress let out a low moan before forcefully wetting herself, a veritable flood pouring out from between her legs.
    The girl in the black dress desperately tried to hold on, averting her eyes and biting her lip as she squirmed, but the sound of piss splattering next to her was too much and she sank into a crouch as she wet herself through her dress.
    The policewoman took a step back to avoid the growing puddles, crossing her legs and bending slightly before berating the girls for their lack of control. However, Rosie and Hollie were frantically back-pedalling away from the sounds of running water towards Jen who was now talking to their Uber driver through the window.
    Hollie suddenly paused mid stride and frantically glanced down, and Rosie noticed several streams of urine running down her friend’s legs before she tightly crossed them and held herself tightly. Rosie felt her own crotch dampen again at the sight and also held herself as they finally clambered into the back of the car.
    “Come on girls, only 10 minutes till we’re home!”
    Jen encouraged, referring to the flat they all house shared together; however, she sported a worried expression, and a hand was now buried up her own dress now they were in relative privacy.
    Hollie was lost in her own private battle, slowly rocking back and forth, both hands buried in her crotch, while Rosie still only had a single hand, but also couldn’t sit still in the back of the Uber. Hoping to avoid a complete accident.
    As the Uber went over a particularly bumpy patch of road. Both Jen and Rosie winced and held on tight, barely containing their bursting bladders, while Hollie merely whimpered, before tugging up her skirt slowly and gingerly.
    “Hollie what are you doing?”
    Jen asked worriedly, as Hollie had completely exposed her soaked pink thong by this point. Hollie looked at her with a lost expression on her face.
    “I’m trying so hard to hold the rest in, but my thong is ruined, and the wetness is making me leak.”
    She explained sadly as she slid her sodden underwear down her thighs and onto the floor of the cab. Briefly exposing her shaven womanhood before she recovered it with both her skirt and hands.
    Jen just nodded and kicked the sodden garment to the side. Going back to her own private battle.
    Five torturous minutes later, the Uber pulled up outside the three girl’s apartment complex. Mercifully, no further leaks had escaped any of the girls, but Rosie knew that time was seriously running out for her, and Hollie was even more desperate than her.
    The three girls piled out of the car, pausing to regain control of their bladders, Hollie, and Rosie not quite succeeding, with a big spurt soaking through Rosie’s thong and dribbling down her thigh, while a small stream ran down Hollie’s left leg.
    Jen was dancing around urgently as she paid the driver, one hand firmly buried up her skirt.
    “Jen please hurry I really can’t hold it much longer!”
    Rosie cried as she felt another dribble escape her.
    “Sorry I’m coming!”
    Jen said, digging into her purse for her keys.
    “Jen, I’m telling you know I’m 2 minutes away from making the Niagara Falls here please hurry up!”
    Hollie begged, shaking from desperation.
    Jen finally found out her keys and shakingly slammed them into the lock, before hurryingly opening the door to the lobby.
    Hollie pushed past her, hammering on the lift button as she hopped from foot to foot.
    Rosie coming up behind her could see another stream of pee snaking it down her leg, Rosie really worried about her friend’s ability to hold it till they made it home, however she suddenly realised she was in serious danger of an accident too as another spurt soaked through her thong, and dribbling onto her thighs.
    Rosie was snapped out of her haze of worry with the ding of the lift arriving, with both Hollie and Jen rushing in clutching themselves as they squirmed around in the lift.
    Rosie hobbled in and pushed the button for their floor, before whimpering as she felt another leak escape.
    “Guys I really can’t hold it any longer…”
    She started.
    “Me neither babe, I’m weeing myself here, I am deffo going first when we get in!”
    Hollie said, bobbing in place, her skirt hiked up, showing off her bare ass to better hold herself.
    “Fuck going first, I’m going in the shower!”
    Rosie laughed, hiking up her skirt as she spoke.
    “I guess that means I get the sink!”
    Joked Jen, who truly looked bursting by this point, her hand also buried up her skirt.
    Rosie decided that her thong was absolutely soaked through and ruined by this point, remembering Hollie earlier, she too slipped it down her legs to the concerned looks of her friends.
    The cool air on her bare privates felt extremely shocking, and a small dribble of urine escaped before Rosie quickly grasped her bare pussy for all it was worth. She had never felt this full before, she guessed it must be the effect the alcohol was having on her bladder, even when she had wet herself in her first year of university, she hadn’t felt this full.
    Rosie winced at the thought of wetting herself, considering how close she was to repeating the action. Despite how many times she had leaked, she somehow felt fuller of pee than ever, God she needed to pee so badly.
    The lift door pinged open and the three bursting girls hobbled out down the hallway towards their apartment, as they arrived, if any of them could think of anything other than their bursting bladders, they might have noticed the door was slightly ajar, as it stands the three girls barrelled through the door and down the hallway, not pausing to take off their shoes, only to be stopped at the entrance to their lounge, there was a masked figure waiting there.
    The three girls froze, their struggles forgotten for the moment as the figure, surprised to see them, quickly stands up from loading DVDs into a bag and fumbling, draws a knife, causing the trio to meekly raise their hands.
    “Not a word!”
    The figure said.
    “You weren’t supposed to be home for hours, I’m gonna tie you up, finish and go. I don’t want to hurt you.”
    The figure said, reaching into a nearby bag and producing rope.
    The girls didn’t put up a fight, their flat was insured so it wasn’t worth it, as they were led into Rosie’s bedroom and tied to the foot of the bed with their hands above their heads, the reality of their situation sunk in, and other more pressing needs returned.
    Namely the unbearable urge to pee, which was impossible as they had just been tied up.
    “Hey, we all really need to pee actually, can you let us use the toilet?”
    Hollie asked meekly, starting to squirm already.
    “I’ve literally just tied you up, so no, sorry you’ll have to wait until someone unties you after I’m gone!”
    The burglar answered, before shutting the door.
    The three girls immediately started to struggle against their restraints, a grip of fear quickly sliding down to their bladders, the way their hands were tied constricted their movements, stopping them from turning around, leaving only their legs free which were pretzeled in order to try and prevent any of their bladders from bursting.
    “Oh god what do we do, I’m literally a minute away from forming a puddle here!”
    Rosie moaned, tightly crossing her legs, and pressing her heels into her crotch in a vain attempt to help her hold on.
    Jen nodded,
    “I’m really not able to hold it any longer, my panties are getting soaked!”
    her legs shaking as she bit her lower lip in worry.
    Hollie just groaned, her legs tensed, and a small splatter could be heard before Hollie slammed her legs together and squirmed like mad.
    “I can’t hold it guys, I really can’t, I need to pee now!”
    “I know Hollie I know, but we just need to hold on a bit longer.”
    Rosie said, half talking to herself.
    With no option left for relief but begging, Rosie looked longingly at the door before yelling.
    “Please we really need the toilet! We can’t wait anymore!”
    Both Hollie and Jen joined in begging but when they paused to listen for a response, but the only sound they heard instead was a wet splatter as Rosie suddenly let out a big spurt, soaking her heels which were pressed into her crotch, before she desperately squirmed like mad, as a second spurt quickly joined it. By now a small puddle was forming underneath her and soaking the back of her tight dress, her bare crotch cooling in the air.
    Hollie was in a similar predicament, except her puddle was larger and being added to every few seconds as little crippled escaped from her tired lips, she knew she had no more than a few minutes until the trickle turned into a flood.
    Jen meanwhile was getting really uncomfortable. Her blue thong was now black, having been thoroughly soaked through from all her leaks, with streams running down her legs to her ass, also forming a puddle. However, the real problem is the fact her thong was warm against her crotch with her pee, that along with the dampness was making it impossible for her to keep holding it in, and the leaks were becoming increasingly frequent.
    Hollie moaned as more of her pee splattered onto the floor, her spurts getting longer, she was shaking at this point from head to toe from holding back the flood she knew was coming.
    However, it was Jen’s dam which burst first. With a whimpered cry of,
    “No, no, no!”
    Spurts began to trickle out of Jen’s tired crotch, bursting through her ruined thong to splatter on the floor, with a last desperate plea of,
    “Please untie me in setting myself!”
    Jen’s poor bladder gave up and her pent-up waters poured out of her in a sudden gush. Jen moaned loudly as she lost control, her puddle rapidly dampening the bare cheeks of her two friends, even as their own leaks and spurts added to the puddle.
    As Jen sagged back against the bed, a few final spurts dribbling out of her, her two bursting friends looked on with equal parts worry and envy, both were frantically squirming now, with spurts coming fast and frequently. Desperately trying to hang onto their bladders in the vain hope that their captor would untie them long enough for them to make it to the bathroom, however it was not to be.
    Hollie’s aching bladder was the next to give out. Having already had a brief taste of relief and leaking constantly for the past hour, her bladder couldn’t wait any longer and a waterfall began to stream out between her bare legs. Hollie whimpered and sobbed with relief as her bloated bladder poured onto the floor for over two minutes, the splattering sound echoing in the closed room.
    Rosie was rocking back and forth, barely containing the flood inside of her. Her thighs and ass were damp with both her and her friend’s piss, and the sound of her friends setting themselves was utter torture. As another dribble leaked out from between her lips and onto the floor, she turned to the door one last time and cried out.
    “Please I’m begging you we are wetting ourselves in here, please I can’t wait anymore!”
    With that she turned her head away from the door once more, tugging futilely at her restraints.
    Rosie then made the fatal mistake of glancing down at Hollie’s crotch, where a stream of pee was still trickling out from her quivering pussy. The sight of her friend receiving her much-needed relief was too much for Rosie to bear, and she too finally lost the battle with her bladder.
    With a low moan of barely disguised pleasure, a thick stream of pee burst out from between Rosie’s legs and splattered into the puddle covering the floor, Rosie sagged back as her pent-up pee burst out of her. Rosie shuddered as feelings of relief washed over her, her tortured bladder still aching from the effort of holding in so much pee, even as it emptied.
    After over a minute Rosie’s stream tapered off and died, leaving the three girls in silence, surrounded by their own pee, occasionally being added to when one of the girls’-tired bladders gave out a final spurt. All three were too tired move, so exhausted from holding back the oceans inside themselves, the three were content to sit in the puddle of their own making and wait to be untied, wondering how long it would be until they could strip off and throw themselves into a hot shower.
    This would certainly be, a night to remember.
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    Midd reacted to Kyuu in A separate category for AI generated images?   
    A seperate category for AI art is something I plan on implementing soon. We will need to go through and have all the existing AI posts moved there which may require help from users by reporting stuff we miss.
    I intend to have it so AI art doesn't show in the new images feed on the gallery homepage as well, so they won't drown out content from our local artists.
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    Midd reacted to thegreatape842 in greatape's renders   
    I'm going to take a little break from NSFW/omo stuff to focus on other things I've been putting off for far too long, so these are the last images for a while.


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    Midd reacted to Ashlovesomo in Maria all tied up   
    Here is a story from GTA 3, the idea was by a user named LifeIsStrange! I hope you and everyone else enjoy this! Sorry if this story is a bit messy as I'm unaware of GTA's plot, so some of this may be made up! Oh and BIG smut warning for this one, especially a bit of BDSM. If this isn't your thing, I'd suggest skipping entirely!
     
    Claude ran into the scummy looking building, not wanting anyone to wait any longer than they already were. He walked through the doorway to a smiling Asuka, relaxing in an adirondack chair.
    "It's my handsome handyman! Maria's all tied up at the moment but I'll tell her you called." She said, a smirk spread across her face. With his head tilted to the side, Claude opened his mouth to respond.
    "Who's that, Asuka? I know I've been a naughty girl but I really need to pee!" Maria shouted from another room, Claude's eyes widening from the explicit nature from it. 
    "Okay, it's time you met our man inside the LPD..." 
    With Claude on his way to the mission she gave him, Asuka rose from the chair, walking slowly to the other room. When she peeked her head around, she could see Maria in the seat with the rope tied around her torso and the chair, her arms tied to the chair arms, too. Maria's legs fanned in and out, her thighs squeezing together as her legs came back together. Her face contorted as she bounced her bum up and down in the chair, her vaginal muscles squeezing as hard as they could.
    "You alright, baby? Need to go potty?" Asuka smirked, a dash of snark in her voice.
    "Y-yes! I'm burstin', please!" Maria whined.
    "You know why you're here?" Asuka paced around the room slowly. "Your mans, Claude, gotta do this mission. This money needs to get to this guy and he's the best for it. So you an' I...we're gonna spend some time together, okay?" Maria gulped as Asuka sat on her lap, looking her up and down. 
    "U-um..." Maria mumbled, her eyes darting around.
    "Man, you really gotta pee, don't ya?" Asuka laughed, poking at Maria's bladder. She let out a desperate moan, before kicking her feet really quickly, rubbing her thighs together to press her pussy lips together, stopping any potential leaks from rolling out of her. She constantly bounced in the chair, her eyes wired shut to focus on her bladder. She really didn't want to wet herself, they were her only change of clothes. With no warning, Asuka began pulling down Maria's tights and leapord skirt, her face infront of her crotch. She revealed a slutty red thong squished between Maria's thighs, spreading them apart to see her pussy better.
    "Not leavin' much to the imagination, are ya?" Asuka smirked some more, pulling the thong off entirely, which resulted in a surprised moan from Maria. A singular drop of piss escaped her vulva, rolling onto the plastic chair. Maria bounced and squirmed in the seat, her ass creating a slapping sound that echoed around the room. A few oohs and ahhs escaped her mouth as pee pushed against Maria's urethra.
    "Cmon, I needa wee! I'm gonna bur- O-oh!" Before Maria could finish her sentence, Asuka placed her tongue on Maria's vulva, slowly licking around her clit and vagina. Maria squirmed more, her hips moving from side to side, her hands running through Asuka's hair as she tried pulling her away. Asuka placed a hand on Maria's thigh, spreading her leg some more as she picked up the pace. A moan left Maria's mouth as pleasure took over her entire body, her piss still sloshing around in her bladder, begging for a release. As Maria felt her pleasure build to a climax, Asuka retracted her mouth from Maria's fanny, a finger in place of her tongue. As it curled up towards Maria's g spot, her desperation only got worse, the piss practically pushing its way out. A few more drops of pee escaped, this time rolling onto Asuka's fingers. Maria bounced extra quickly, her thighs squeezing together as Asuka backed away.
    "I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to. I-I told you I needed to pee!" Maria cried out. Asuka only smirked more, slowly walking behind Maria. She untied Maria as slowly as she could, taking in her half naked frame shaking and squirming around in the seat. Before long, Maria was completely untied and Asuka led her along to the other room, throwing her onto the adirondack chair she sat on before. More fingerings led to Maria being completely naked, as was Asuka. The cold hit Maria and her hands swung down to her crotch, squeezing her pussy lips together to stop any more pee from leaking out. Her legs fanned in and out repeatedly and quickly, more moans and quiet whimpers leaving her mouth. Asuka brought Maria on top of her whilst lying on the chair, slowly grinding her naked pussy on Maria's. Both let out moans in unison, pleasure taking over.
    "Shit, baby, you got it." Asuka growled, picking up the pace. Maria, on the other hand, felt impatient, as her bladder was almost about to give way. With her pussy pressing against Asuka's, she didn't have much freedom but to press the tips of her fingers on her clit, her vaginal muscles clenched as hard as they could. Every now and again, Maria would stop grinding to press her thighs together and grip her pussy anytime pee was about to stream out of her.
    "Asuka...please? I'm gonna pee all over you if you don't let me just pop a squat in the corner." Maria whined, bouncing her ass up and down in a squat position above Asuka. Her hands still attached to her pussy were slowly removed by Asuka, making her thighs instantly squishing together. This was it. Nothing could help this time.
    As Asuka began grinding her pussy on Maria's some more, pee began rolling out of her, resulting in more muscles clenches and thigh squeezing. Maria whimpered and moaned as she leaked uncontrollably, her pee rolling onto Asuka's bare pussy. Asuka could only let out a giggle from the piss tickling her pussy lips.
    "O-oh no, oh God!" With no warning, Maria's bladder gave way on top of Asuka, hissing out quickly. Maria scrambled off of Asuka with her pee stream still squirting out of her, standing away from Asuka. Her piss continued spraying on the floor, a pitter patter on the concrete echoing around the room. Suddenly, to Maria's surprise, Asuka picked her up whilst her stream continued and plopped her onto the seat, her legs held back.
    "Mmm, that's hot as fuck, baby." Asuka growled, her hand rubbing Maria's pussy quickly as the piss squirted everywhere, uncontrollably. Loud moans left Maria, her back arching from the pleasure of her bladder's release and Asuka's touch. As her stream ended, her climax began, cum dripping from her vagina. Heavy breaths left Maria's mouth as did Asuka from all of the work she put into giving Maria pleasure.
    "S-shit. Why did you do that?!" Maria whined some more, giggling with Asuka.
    "I found it hot, I can't lie." Asuka winked. Suddenly, Maria placed a finger on Asuka's vulva, slowly sliding it up between her flaps. She let out a hitched moan as Maria's touch left her in shock. The slow pace left Asuka wanting more, so her hand began guiding Maria's, towards and into her vagina.
    "You like that?" Maria asked, Asuka letting out a groan and an "mmm". Before long, Maria was on top of Asuka once again, their vaginas colliding and rubbing together in unison, moans leaving their mouths in pleasure. The wetness of their vulvas under each other, creating a slippery surface in which they used to only pleasure each other more. As both of them picked up their pace, their climaxes right around the corner. 
    More moans.
    More creaks from the chair underneath.
    Joyful screams and moans as they reached their climaxes together, sighing and heavily breathing. Maria faux collapsed on Asuka, giggling and laughing as he rested her head on her shoulder.
    "What the fuck."
    Claude stood in the doorway, his hand covering his eyes.
    Yeah...they probably should've taken that to the other room.
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    Two more splash pages from the upcoming comic.
     

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    By any chance; Have you ever gotten around to make a Pixiv account for your art? be a really good place for your art including that one banned work you did a while back
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    This story follows the character Bianca Campagna, the sister of Carrie from The Last Year Before They Grew Up, and gives the backstory on how she was so prepared in the New Years Chapter.
     
    I had writer's block so I figured I’d write it out. 

     
    —————

     
    “C’mon Bianca, five reps left!” Liza called excitedly from next to the squat rack. 
     
    Bianca groaned, sweat dropping down her forehead and stinging her eyes. She tried to lower herself into a squat once again but her thighs were burning from her previous sets and her body was screaming at her to stop as she went to stand again. Unwilling to yield to the weight, Bianca dug into her reserves and forced herself to extend her legs back to her full height of 5’2. 
     
    The petite Italian was in very good shape, having started putting a major focus on her fitness at the start of the COVID pandemic nearly 3 years prior. Recently she had been taking even more advantage of the great gym facilities at Boston College where she was completing her Masters in Biotechnology. Her workout regimen had improved and she was seeing the results in the form of lean muscle being packed on to her small physique. With her dyed blonde hair and voluptuous ass, Bianca was beginning to feel much more confident that she used to. 
     
    As she lowered herself into yet another squat, Bianca felt her stomach gurgling as her muscles strained. When she went to raise the weight again, forcing her quivering thighs to obey her, a soft yet audible fart slipped past her butt cheeks and into her black leggings. 
     
    “Did you just fart?” Kat asked surprised, doing her best to suppress a laugh at her friend’s unplanned release.
     
    Blushing bright red, Bianca nodded. Sometimes when she overtaxed her body and pushed it to new limits, she would find her bowels struggling to keep up. She wasn’t sure if it was because of the strain in all her other muscles causing her bowels to relax but she did know that it had a very rapid effect on her. Her post-workout shits had been massive and overwhelming lately, and once she started farting she never had more than twenty minutes before an explosion. 
     
    Gritting her teeth, Bianca quickly pumped out her remaining reps. With a sigh of relief, she deposited the bar back into the squat rack and grabbed her water bottle. Taking a large swig, she savoured the cold water against the inside of her throat. 
     
    “Great job B!” Kat exclaimed, impressed by her friend’s sheer grit. Bianca knew she had inspired Kat to start coming to the gym more which she was proud of, but she really didn’t want to start a post-workout conversation with her while she needed to take a dump. 
     
    “Thanks Kat,” Bianca replied, smiling in an attempt to hide her desperation. “I’d love to stay and chat while you finish up your set but I gotta bounce! I need to go meet Fabio for dinner.”
     
    “No worries, boyfriends are always impatient. I’ll see you here at the same time tomorrow?” Kat asked.
     
    “Of course!” Bianca replied, making a beeline for the door. She felt badly lying to her friend about an imaginary dinner date but her boyfriend was the perfect excuse to get her out of there. In reality, Fabio was probably back at her apartment in the student ghetto doing some homework but Kat didn’t need to know that. 
     
    As she tapped her student card to exit the gym and nodded to the attendant at the front desk, Bianca felt another soft fart slip out of her butt. Rushing onwards to avoid being associated with the smell, Bianca pushed through the door into the women’s change-room. The change-room was relatively empty, with only a shirtless black girl with red leggings checking her locker and a slightly heavier blonde toweling off after a shower. Bianca averted her eyes in an attempt to give them some privacy and made her way straight for the bathrooms across the tiled floor. 
     
    Hurrying through the doorway into the bathroom, Bianca was greeted by caution tape on the 3 stalls. Not quite believing what she was seeing, Bianca looked around frantically for any kind of explanation for why the bathrooms were closed. After a few seconds of scanning, she spotted a piece of paper taped over the sink that read “Closed due to pipes leaking”. Dancing on the spot, the petite blonde caught herself pondering using the closed toilets anyways. Scolding herself, Bianca raced out of the bathroom in the direction of her locker. 
     
    Stomach gurgling angrily, Bianca fumbled with her combination lock on her locker. Sweat was running down her face and she was struggling to focus, inputting the code wrong 3 times in a row. Finally, after a desperate fourth attempt, the lock clicked and the door swung open. Bianca was starting to panic as she felt a log trying to slide out of her anus. She was no longer confident she could reach a bathroom in time as the desperation was starting to overwhelm her.
     
    Grabbing her stuff, the blonde made the choice to rush straight to her apartment without changing. Glancing down at her black leggings and pink sports bra, she grimaced at their sweaty feel against her body. She was going to enjoy her shower a lot after she got home. 
     
    “Are you okay?” the topless black girl asked randomly. 
     
    Bianca realized she’d been bobbing up and down in desperation as she packed her bag with her water bottle and headphones. Mortified that someone had noticed her fidgeting, she blushed and turned to face the stranger.
     
    “Yeah, I’m okay! I just really need a bathroom. The protein shake is hitting,” she joked.
     
    “OH EM GEE I get it completely girly. Protein shake shits are no joke,” the black girl sympathized. “It’s ridiculous that the bathroom here is closed but I think there’s a bathroom open in the library.”
     
    Bianca swore silently under her breath. “That’s like 5 minutes in the opposite direction. Thanks, but I think I’m going to book it home.”
     
    “It’s always a slay to use your own toilet instead of public,” the stranger agreed. “Do you live far?”
     
    “No, I don’t live more than an eight minute walk.” As Bianca said this, her stomach gurgled and yet another fart slipped out. This fart was quite potent, filling the air with a strong earthy scent. 
     
    “Oh girly, get out of here fast! That stinks!” the stranger encouraged in a comforting tone. “Don’t wait around and have an accident.”
     
    “Oh god, let’s not manifest that!” Bianca said as she threw her bag over her shoulders and scurried towards the change-room door. She’d never had an accident after the age where she had got out of diapers and she didn’t plan on doing so now. 
     
    Throwing open the door, Bianca began rushing through the route that she frequented every day from her gym to her apartment. Out through the gym lobby, around the side of the building, cutting through the beaten path between the gym and the climbing facilities, then making her way west across the edge of campus. As the smell of freshly cooked hot dogs wafted into her nose from the vendor who always parked his cart on campus, Bianca felt sick to her stomach. The thought of food was repulsive as her stomach rumbled with desperation. 
     
    Bianca picked up her pace as another fart escaped, barreling past groups of students playing ultimate frisbee on the lawns in front of the engineering buildings. She could feel the first log threatening to slide out into her grey thong, and her mind wandered to the expression “touching cloth”. She had never really considered how accurately it could describe the sensation but this was the feeling that she was experiencing at the moment. The tip of her poo was pushing gently into the seat of her panties. 
     
    Starting to panic, the petite blonde jammed her left hand into her bum and was unpleasantly surprised to feel the tip of the log through the fabric against her palm. She was still at least four minutes from her apartment and she had begun to worry that she wouldn’t make it.
     
    Reaching the edge of campus, Bianca danced back and forth at the corner waiting for the light to change. Finally, spying a gap in traffic, the blonde resorted to jaywalking to get across quicker as she darted behind a city bus filled with students. 
     
    Conscious that she was on display, Bianca couldn’t care less at this point and her hand remained jammed into her bum. She could see a few surprised looks through the bus’ thick glass windows but for the most part no one paid her any mind. 
     
    Bianca hurried down the street as quickly as her petite legs could carry her. Rushing past the green grocer and the convenience store, she felt the poop threatening to explode out of her and she groaned at the pressure in her bowels. Finally, the large stone apartment building that she called home appeared at the end of the block and she made her way directly to the front door. Bianca threw open the front door to the lobby of her building and rushed to the inner door that led to the elevators. Fumbling around in her bag, she managed to fish out her key card and tap it on the card reader. The click of the door almost made her cry in relief and she immediately shoved through it. 
     
    Knowing that she couldn’t stand still in the elevator without shitting herself, Bianca rushed to the stairwell and shot up the stairs like a rocket. Her hand was still firmly planted on her ass and she could feel the poop sliding out more and more. As she reached her floor, she threw open the door and rushed down the hall towards her apartment. The key card was still clasped in her free hand and she quickly used it to open the door.
     
    As she entered the apartment, her cat Mr Whiskers jumped off the couch and made his way towards her. Ignoring him completely, Bianca scrambled to kick off her shoes before heading straight for the bathroom down the hall. As she moved, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her black leggings and began to slide them off her shapely ass and down her toned thighs. Already she was imagining the feeling of collapsing backwards onto the toilet and releasing control of her bowels. She could practically hear the plop of her turds hitting the water, the sigh as she finally relaxed…
     
    To her horror, as she reached the bathroom door, Bianca was shocked to find it closed. Grabbing the door handle, she was disturbed to find that it didn’t turn in her grasp. Jiggling it violently, she called through the door.
     
    “Fabio, if you’re in there you better hurry the fuck up!”
     
    “Jeez Bianca, it’s nice to hear your voice too!” her boyfriend Fabio replied sarcastically from beyond the door. “Give me a minute, I’m just finishing up.”
     
    “I don’t have a minute,” Bianca screamed, anger bubbling up inside of her. She was quite the sight, drenched in sweat with her black leggings bunched around her knees, a slight bulge in the back of her grey thong. 
     
    Prancing in a small circle in front of the door, Bianca gasped in surprise as she felt the log start to slide out once again. The blonde desperately tried to prevent it but much to her cage in there seemed to be no way to stop. With a soft moan, Bianca stood there helplessly as the first small log broke off into her panties. 
     
    Thinking on her feet, Bianca tried to think of somewhere - anywhere! - where she could poop before she totally humiliated herself. Suddenly, inspiration literally brushed up against her leg. Mr Whiskers rubbed up against her, pushing his feline face into the back of her calf. Her knees threatened to buckle from the slight touch but she now knew where she could poop. 
     
    Rushing two doors further down the hall, Bianca careened into her office. She threw open the door, revealing a tiny cramped space that she mostly used for studying and occasionally gaming on her laptop. There was a desk against the far wall that was covered in stacks of paper and a bookshelf on one side of the room. On top of the bookshelf was a small lamp that was emitting a warm orange glow. Most importantly for Bianca’s desperate mind, under the desk was Mr. Whisker’s kitty litter box which stank of urine. It had been awhile since she cleaned it due to her own laziness.
     
    “Holy fuck, this is so embarrassing,” Bianca muttered to herself as she reached under her desk for the kitty litter box. Sliding it into the middle of the room, Bianca was frantically dancing out of control. Reaching down, the petite blonde grabbed her bunches up leggings at her knees and yanked them down to her ankles. In a heartbeat, she was squirming around in nothing but her grey thong and pink sports bra, the thong bulging with a log of poo held tightly against her bum.
     
    Squatting over the litter box, Bianca hurriedly yanked down her panties while making sure to tip the contents into the grey litter powder within. Sneaking a look down, Bianca could see that the log was pretty solid and a dark rich brown. This desperation had definitely been caused by the protein and her very full bowels, there was no excusing it. 
     
    With one final loud moan, Bianca was finally able to relax her bowels over the kitty litter. Sweat pouring down her face, she let the sensation wash over her as logs of poop rushed out of her anus. The first one hit the powder with a soft thud and broke off, allowing the next to telescope out behind it. Soon, a pile of six human turds was nestled in and among her cat’s waste. 
     
    Quickly, relief turned to shame at what she’d just done. Bianca realized that she’d lost control, started shifting her pants and resorted to pooping like a domesticated animal. Despite her best attempts to hold back the floodgates, Bianca felt tears well up in her big brown eyes. Soon, she was crying silently on the floor of her office, nude from the waist down. 
     
    From down the hall, she heard Fabio call out. “Bianca, I’m out of the washroom!”
     
    Rising to her feet and wiping tears from her eyes, Bianca absolved to ensure that Fabio never found out. Shoving the kitty litter box back under her desk, she yanked up her underwear and leggings and prepared to face her boyfriend. 
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    Here you go!  Unfortunately the one where she's tied up it too large for sendspace.
     
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    That friendwall shit needs to go the way of the dodo.
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    this was amazing! I really want to read more!
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    An hour passed and the crowd had seemed to adopt an unwritten rule that the person or couple who had bought the ladies their latest drink was entitled to spend a few minutes with them. Moana and Dianne tried not to show signs of their filling bladders as party guests carefully scanned their legs, midsections, and faces for evidence of discomfort. Several interested men had permanently fixated themselves within earshot of the ladies, eagerly listening to every conversation and eyeing every move.
     
    As the latest couple wished them good luck, Judge Martha took the opportunity to step in. “How are you doing, ladies?”
     
    “We’re okay.” Dianne replied cautiously. She still couldn’t believe a well-respected judge would come up with a punishment like this.
     
    “That’s good. I wanted to take a moment to take to both of you. Know that my intention was not only to punish you. I really am all about charity and you’re helping me raise a LOT for a great cause. We have already raised almost triple of our usual parties and it’s all thanks to you!”
     
    “Uh, no problem.” Moana replied, unsure of the appropriate response. With her bladder becoming a lingering annoyance, she had half a mind to snap at the evil little woman, but thought better of it.
     
    “Thanks again, ladies. Enjoy the rest of the night.” She smiled and turned away, gesturing for the waiting lesbian couple to come and have their moment with Moana and Dianne.
     
    With most of the guests buying beer and wine for them, the girls grew drunker quickly. Their words slurred as having intelligible conversations became increasingly difficult. Their bladders were filling alarmingly quickly and over an hour still remained in the event! 
     
    The guests had seemed to estimate the ladies’ bladder capacity well, as all the time slots in the second half of the event had already been purchased. The board was causing a giant buzz in the room as excited, drunk partiers divided their gazes between the board, the large clock on the wall, and the two desperate ladies. Moana and Dianne had given up trying to hide their desperation- they danced subtly on the spot trying to maintain their drunk focus on conversation and off their protesting bladders.
     
    “Oh! Stephen!” Moana blurted in surprise as she picked up yet another drink. She pressed her thighs together as the surprise nearly caused an unwanted spurt. She crossed her left leg over the right, strategically adding more pressure on her pussy. 
     
    “Yeah, those drinks are on me- you’re welcome.” 
     
    “Thanks!” Moana and Dianne replied in unison, giggling drunkenly. They bent over with hands in crotches trying not to wet themselves.
     
    “Sorry… you guys must need to go bad, huh?” Moana could tell her unfortunate predicament was interesting him.
     
    “Yeah… that obvious?” Dianne rolled her eyes.
     
    Stephen opened his to apologize again, but Moana quickly interjected. “We’ve been telling everyone we are doing fine, but MAN… I feel like I’m gonna piss my jeans any minute!”
     
    She stared deep into Stephen’s eyes, enjoying the shock on his face and wordless sputtering. If there was one thing she was enjoying about the evening, it was flirting with him. The buzz wasn’t bad either. If only she could just PEE!
     
    Stephen reached into his pocket, attempting to adjust himself. Moana could see a sizeable bulge in his pants. He noticed her staring at his shuffling and reddened. It only encouraged a very drunk and horny Moana further. She deliberately stepped closer to him and lifted her blouse a few inches, revealing the lacy sky-blue waistband of her panties.
     
    “Look how full my tummy is right now. I’m bursting for a pee- I could probably sit down on the toilet and piss for an entire minute!”
     
    As Stephen desperately covered his crotch trying to hide the huge tent in his pants, Moana instantly regretted her drunk flirting. The thought of sitting down on the toilet and letting go was pure torture. She groaned audibly and doubled over with her hands in crotch, just barely keeping her bladder from emptying into her panties. For Stephen, the sight of his gorgeous love interest on the verge of pissing herself was overwhelming. He rushed away trying to find privacy to deal with his massive hard-on. Laughter echoed throughout the spacious living room and hallway as he scrambled helplessly past the line for the bathroom and up the stairs.
     
    Seeing Moana struggle so openly didn’t do anything to help Dianne. Her bladder was in constant pain, filled beyond the point of ignorability. She couldn’t remember the last time she needed to pee this badly. As the responsible one amongst her friends, she was always the one to remind others about timely bathroom breaks on road trips and bar outings. The thought of having a public accident terrified her, especially here with dozens of eyes on her. She willed herself not to cry as she fought off a powerful spasm from her bladder. The impulse to grab her crotch as Moana had was almost overwhelming- she just barely stopped herself from clutching herself.
     
    Another glass of water, followed by another glass of wine, for each of the ladies had the room in an attentive silence. There was only a half-hour to go in the event, but it may as well have been an eternity. It was becoming obvious that the poor women were on the verge of losing control of their bladders and they weren’t making it to 9:00.
     
    They were desperate beyond any capability of conversation- everyone had stopped trying to talk to them a while ago. Instead, everyone now watched and listened carefully- to their involuntary dancing and pacing, to their deep breathing accompanied by the occasional moan, to their clutching of their most intimate body parts. Several onlookers also looked uncomfortable, unwilling to visit the restroom at that moment, fearing they would miss a critical moment in this once-in-a-lifetime show.
     
    At long last, Stephen returned to the living room. In an upstairs bathroom, he had tried to subdue his erection for nearly ten minutes, as visions of desperate Moana had relentlessly occupied his mind. Finally, he had decided to pleasure himself to conclusion, hoping that he could rejoin the group downstairs before the inevitable happened. Watching Moana now, he was glad he had granted himself the relief. Despite climaxing minutes earlier, he could feel a tingling sexual excitement. Without the orgasm, he would surely be just as erect as he had been earlier.
     
    Despite maintaining an iron grip on her crotch, Moana felt herself squirt. She barely stemmed the flow, but one truth was clear. She was wetting her pants at Judge Robertson’s house. She started sobbing as she struggled to hold on. Her bladder pushed hard, urging her to urinate where she stood. There were so many people watching her and she was about to soak her jeans like a little girl. She glanced up in humiliation to notice Stephen was back. 
     
    “Stephen… please!” She gasped. He rushed over as she squirted again. There was no stopping the flood this time. She released her crotch and put her arms around him, her wet fingers staining the back of his dress shirt. Crying, in that embrace, she gave up fighting and let her full bladder empty forcefully into her light blue jeans. A giant wet stain spread from her crotch down to her feet and a massive pee puddle grew around the couple’s feet. Everyone else backed away to keep their socks dry as Moana sighed in relief.
     
    Stephen was hard again but it was the least of his concerns as he breathlessly observed Moana’s epic pee accident. A beautiful girl was wetting herself in his arms- he was in heaven! As she finished peeing, Moana began crying again and collapsed into Stephen. He grabbed her and kept her from falling onto the wet floor. In a mix of relief, exhaustion, and humiliation, Moana lifted her head from his chest and kissed him. After a few more seconds together, they quickly made their way through the crowd, ignoring the curious stares and teasing comments about her wet pants and his boner. Stephen stopped briefly to take the padlock key from Martha as he led Moana to privacy.
     
    Dianne was starting her last drink, a beer, and barely hanging on as Martha announced the winner of Moana’s grid, a local realtor named Shauna. She couldn’t help but notice that the three last spots on her grid had been purchased by Matthew and Francine. She absolutely didn’t want those ass wipes to win anything.
     
    In the upstairs bathroom, Stephen had stripped off drunk Moana’s wet clothes and helped her into the bathtub. He tried to excuse himself so she could wash up in private but she had clung to his arm begging him to stay. She didn’t have to protest much, as staying involved watching her bathe her naked body as she drunkenly teased him.
     
    With ten minutes to go, Dianne felt herself squirt. She danced around desperately as her hot liquid moistened her fingertips. No one could see her wet spot… yet. Shirley had thoughtfully added a straw to the drink so Dianne could continue to use both hands to help stay dry. She was taking intermittent sips which seemed flow straight to her engorged bladder. The desperate young woman was truly avoiding a long overdue accident through sheer will alone. There was way too much liquid inside her and it should have been peed out a long time ago.
     
    Dianne’s bladder spasmed and she squirted again… hard. As pain sheared through her tortured body, she nearly gave up the battle. Noticing Francine’s smug face ten feet in front of her, she clutched her pussy tighter still, trying to keep her leaking pee in her hands. Thinking quickly, she took two steps forward into the edge of Moana’s puddle so her own drips wouldn’t be as obvious. Shirley, who was desperate in her own right having worked nearly three hours without a break, dutifully moved the beer glass forward for her.
     
    There were five minutes to go now. Francine and Dianne had locked eyes a number of times over the past few minutes. The two strong-willed women were unquestionably in a match to the bitter end- Francine wishing for her adversary to fail in utter humiliation and Dianne pushing her body to its limits to deny that pretentious bitch the satisfaction of being right. Dianne sipped from the straw one final time- the final drink was now inside her. She just had to hang on for three more minutes- the longest three minutes of her 22-year life.
     
    Dianne spurted again. Surely there was a wet spot on her butt now- she could not let it be seen. Dancing desperately, she backed closer to the bar counter. Shirley could see her wet butt, but everyone else was shielded, now that she no longer had to turn around to drink. As long as Dianne didn’t leak long enough for wetness to show beyond her hand-covered crotch area in the front, she would be fine. But that was a monumental ask in her desperate state. Wave after wave of desperation rippled through her body, each one seemingly stronger than the last. The temptation to surrender was nearly  overwhelming.
     
    Finally, only a minute remained. Dianne’s hips rocked back and forth as she valiantly hung on. There was clearly no way she would make it to the bathroom and get her jeans undone in time to avoid soiling them, but she could at least deny Francine the win by hanging on until 9:00. It was all worth it for that- the suffering, the shame, all of it. But it was not to be. She started peeing uncontrollably just as the seconds hand agonizingly approached the top of the clock. Dianne waited for a celebratory shriek from Francine or at least some acknowledgement from the crowd, but there was nothing. Instead, there was the sound of Martha clapping her hands declaring the event over. 
     
    Somehow, the first few seconds of Dianne’s accident had gone completely unnoticed! She continued peeing, releasing the grip on her pussy. The front of her jeans darkened rapidly as a huge waterfall flowed through them, onto the floor. Dianne closed her eyes and sighed blissfully as a monstrous amount of tension released from her tortured body. She was pissing herself in front of over fifty well-dressed people at a classy charity function, but she didn’t care. All that mattered in that moment was the sweet relief she felt as she soaked her pants. She shuddered as finished peeing and released an orgasmic moan. Gasping heavily, she bent over, hands on her knees. She had survived three hours of hell and publicly wet herself at the end of it all- she felt great.
     
    Martha spoke up again. “Well, that would be the rather spectacular end to our evening. Since Dianne survived to 9:00 against all odds, she will be taking home the other round of golf for four! Thank you all for your donations- we have raised over $3,000! Until next time, good night!”
     
    She strode over purposefully and handed Dianne the padlock key. Shirley quickly stepped out from the bar and accompanied her through the crowd and upstairs. Running into the washroom where Moana was towelling off, Shirley urgently lifted her skirt and lowered her panties before plopping on the toilet seat and peeing an audible stream. “Sorry,” she apologized with a shrug to Stephen, who was still with Moana. “When a girl’s gotta go, she’s gotta go.”
     
    “It’s OK, I’ll go see if I can get some spare pants from the Judge.” He quickly exited the bathroom, leaving the three girls alone. It was the end of one crazy adventure, but the start of new friendships which would surely continue over a round of golf.
     
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    Midd reacted to CptTickle in The Teaching Assistant's Accident in Class   
    So I started writing the next chapter, but it is getting a little long. Here is the first half, and I'm still working on the second half. I'm trying something new and put in a couple links to photos for what the characters look like and are dressed like, but the story ready fine if you prefer to just use your imagination. Let me know what you think and where you'd like the story to head in the second half of the next chapter...
     
    Tina knocked quietly on her roommate Krista's door and said "hey I need your opinion on something, can I come in?" Krista was getting ready for their double date that night with Mark and his friend Jason. The semester was finally over, and on the last day of class Mark got the nerve to ask out the teaching assistant. "Yeah, of course come on in" Krista told Tina happily. Tina was still getting ready and was just very casually in yoga pants and a purple sports bra with a matching short hoodie. She had an amazing curvy body, with thick thighs and butt on a shorter 5'3 frame. She also had silky long brunette hair and beautiful brown eyes that made her a total knockout. (like this postimg.cc/mcH6JXFC) Krista said someone sheepishly "If I try on an outfit for tonight, can you give me your honest opinion if it works or not." Krista told her nonchalantly "of course I will" Tina has always been a little self conscious because of her bladder issues. Because of some nerve damage when she was born, there was only a 2 minute difference between when she realized she had to pee, and she started peeing. Because of that, she constantly had accidents. It's so bad that she can't even get away with a Depend or a pull-up style diaper because they leaked so much, and at the age of 22 had to wear a thicker tape-on diaper to make sure she didn't leak. When it came to dating her condition always made her uncomfortable, especially when it came to finding outfits that hid her diapers, while still trying to show off her incredibly curvy figure. 
    Tina came back wearing tight jeans a pink ribbed top "ok, be 100% honest" does my butt look good in these or does it look like I'm wearing a diaper."(like this postimg.cc/0693hdPN) Krista looked at her friend "ok, JUST because I know what you're wearing, I can KIND of tell you're wearing a diaper, but I don't think 99.9% of people would ever guess that looking at you. If you wear a long sweater I guarantee you'll be fine, and if not, no one would think 'diaper' they would just think you have a big butt" Krista told her. Tina sighed a little "oh great, my date may or may not realize I'm wearing an adult diaper and just think I have a fat ass." Krista looked at her with an eye roll "stop, seriously you look hot. If you're that worried, again, just wear that long cardigan to cover your butt, but you can still see you have that crazy hourglass figure of yours from the front." Tina seemed assured "ok if you say so, I guess that will work." Tina then looked her friend Krista up and down, "but next to you I look like frumpy troll." Krista was wearing skin tight white jeans and a black tank top (like this postimg.cc/Ff7TcPxw). She smiled "let's just say we are both hot" she told Tina. 

    When the two of them arrived at the bar, Mark and his friend Jason were already sitting down at a booth. They stood up as they saw the girls. Mark reached out his arms awkwardly "wow, you look seriously incredible" he said as the two of them did a distant awkward hug for their first date. Jason, who was a muscular guy and a 5'11 frame with short blonde hair, looked his date up and down and was now a little nervous after seeing how beautiful his date was in person. Jason awkwardly stammered out "hey, it's nice to finally meet you in person." The two of them had texted a couple of times after Krista and Mark set up the double date but had never met before. Tina smiled warmly at him thinking he was cute too "yeah, it's great to meet you too." Both the girls and boys sat across from each other at the table. Jason tried to break the ice by saying "so I'll keep it 100, I facebook stalked you a little bit before tonight, and am pleasantly surprised that you look better in person." Tina gave a genuinely laugh at him, brushed her hair behind her ear "thanks for being honest, I'll be honest too and say I did the same... and feel the same"  She said as she blushed.
    Tina felt a little pressure in her bladder. With the way her body works, she knew that in about 2 minutes her bladder would feel like it's going to explore, and an accident would be soon after. Her eyes wandered over to the sign that said "ladies" and wanted to sprint over there, but Krista was in the middle of asking everyone how they knew each other and Tina didn't want to run out in the middle of that conversation and embarrass herself on a date. She crossed her thick legs under the table and hoped the answers would be quick. Mark spoke up "well, Jason and I have been friends for a couple years now, and Krista and I met in class." Jason then turned to Krista "oh, are you in that meteorology class too? is it true what my friend told me, that Morgan literally peed her pants on a field trip, and just a month before that apparently the teaching assistant peed on herself in front of EVERYONE. Like that has to be just a bunch of rumors right?" Krista took in a deep breath, but figured she'd own it "ummm, soooo, I was the TA actually, and yep.. I had a little accident in class.. and then Morgan did a few weeks later... totally true." She told Jared as she pursed her lips together and gave an awkward up and down head nod. Jared felt very awkward not knowing Krista was in fact the notorious TA that peed her pants. "I'm sorry... I didn't realize, hey accidents happen though" He mumbled out to Krista. Meanwhile Tina's bladder rapidly filled up during the story, and she was tensing her thigh muscles with all her strength and tapping her foot. Tina felt a little bad that her date accidentally made the table uncomfortable and said to him "hey, maybe make it up to us and buy us a beer?" Jared jumped at the chance "absolutely" he said with a smile. With her bladder now in pain Tina saw this as a good time to hopefully run to the bathroom and keep her diaper dry. Krista knew her friend Tina so well she could tell just by looking at the way her thighs were wrapped around each other that she was on the verge of an accident. She knew she was about to spring to the bathroom and decided to join her. Krista said to Jared and Mark "Order me a Blue Moon. I'm going to head to the bathroom, so I don't have a repeat of last time." She said with a laugh. Tina said "I'll join you, order me one too." As Krista stood up, he noticed Jason give a very quick glance at her butt in those tight white pants and then look away. She got a little jealous, but didn't hold it against him, she knew it would be hard for any guy not to look. She just wished she could show off her butt like that and not hide it under an adult diaper and a long cardigan. Instead, as she shuffled out of the booth she felt her bladder give out and release. She tried to cut it off, but it was no use. She could feel her tape-on diaper start to fill with warm pee and swell for a couple seconds before she cut off the flow. She had practice keeping her composure in these situations and knew it was best to just slowly walk to the bathroom and try her best not to make a face. It wasn't a constant stream, instead her bladder released short intense bursts with each step as she walked to the bathroom. Her diaper getting warmer and heavier with each step until she pushed the door into the bathroom. There was only a single stall and Krista went inside first without asking. Tina hated that this was her situation, but knew she couldn't hold it, and simply just let go and released the rest of her bladder into her diaper, and went to touch up her make-up until Krista came out.
    When Krista came out she said "So I actually think it's going ok, and Jason is super cute, don't you think?" Krista was a little shy when she said "oh yeah, he's super cute I really like him a lot." Krista could sense something was off though "is everything ok?" She asked Tina. Tina looked around and said quietly "no, he really is great and I like him, but I just had a little accident." Krista tried to not make a big deal of it "oh that's ok, no one will ever know, you have spares on you right?" Tina nodded her head and went into the stall. Peeling off her tight jeans and hanging them up, then taking off her tape off diaper, and taping on a new one while standing. When she walked out Krista was playing with her hair in the mirror. "all good?" Krista asked her. "yeah, we're all good" Tina replied, sprayed a spritz of perfume on, slid it back into her purse and they went to rejoin the boys.
    The beers were waiting for them when they got back. "We also ordered a giant pretzel for the table" Mark said as the girls sat down. "Perfect" Tina said as she smiled at Jason "So what are you majoring in? you're a senior too right?" Jason said cheerfully "yeah, I'm a senior and majoring in Bio-chemical engineering" Tina seemed impressed "oooh, smarty pants are we?" She said playfully. Jason played coy "it's just the area I was interested in really, what are you majoring in?" Tina leaned in "I am a marketing major, which is boring compared to yours" Jason replied "no, not at all, that sounds really cool actually." The waitress came over with their giant pretzel, and as she set it down, the large cheese dip slipped off the tray and splattered all over Tina's sweater. "oh my gosh, I am so so so sorry" the server told her. Tina was exhaled, both embarrassed and annoyed "it, it's ok, it was an accident." The waitress felt terrible "Is there anything I can do to help, I can try to clean it for you in the back or?" Tina forced a smile "no it's ok really" she said as she started taking her sweater off. The server told the table "as an apology the pretzel is on the house, again I am so sorry, just let me know if I can do anything." As the server left Jason told Tina "well, at least it's warm out anyways." Tina tried to laugh but was really pissed about what happened and told him "well, that's something I guess." 
    The four of them carried on drinking, laughing and flirting for the next hour. Mark said to the girls "so, I was thinking we might go check out that new escape room they just opened up. Krista and Tina thought that sounded like fun. Krista said "sure, but we walked here from our apartment, could you guys give us a ride?" Mark smiled and told them "yeah, of course are you guys ready now?" Krista finished off her second beer "sure just let me run to the bathroom one more time." Tina didn't feel any pressure in her bladder, but knowing her history thought she would try to go to and keep her diaper dry. When Tina stood up, it was the first time she remembered why she wore the sweater in the first place, and worried that her butt was now in full view of her date while wearing tight jeans. She did a quick walk to the bathroom, trying to get out of view as fast at possible. While Krista was emptying her bladder from the two beers, Tina couldn't stop looking at herself in the mirror. When Krista came out Tina instantly asked "tell me the truth how bad is it, you said you could tell earlier that I was wearing a, you know...?" Krista looked at her curvy backside in those tight jeans and reassured Tina "don't worry I PROMISE, the guys will not know you're wearing a diaper. Tina then lifted up her pink shirt and pulled her jeans down slightly "what do I do about the waistband, what if I bend over or something and it pops out." Krista thought for a second "can you tuck your shirt in?" Tina stuffed her shirt into her jeans and did a semi twirl "better?" she asked Krista. Krista said "better, honestly tucking your shirt in just gives you a more defined waist anyways, you look great, now let's just go have fun as the escape room." Tina looked at Krista "promise you can't tell?" Krista's honest opinion was that she could faintly tell her butt was puffier, but didn't think anyone else would notice and certainly didn't want to tell Tina that. Krista told her confidently "trust me, you're butt looks amazing I guarantee you Jason can't tell, and if he's staring, it's just because he thinks you're cute." Tina took a deep breath and nodded her head "ok, let me just try to pee first then and we can go." Despite the beers, Tina didn't feel the need to go though and wasn't able to push anything out. Despite peeing almost every hour, Tina's nerve damage made it difficult for her to go on cue, and despite the fact that her bladder was somewhat full she couldn't push it out." As she exited the stall she took one more look at her butt in the mirror before heading to the escape room.
    Mark drove the four them in his small Toyota. Krista and Mark sat up front, while Jason and Tina sat in the back. Despite peeing just moments ago, that beer did a number on Krista, and she already started to feel just the faintest pinch in her bladder. In the back seat, as soon she buckled up Tina felt the urge to go "fuck" Tina thought to herself, but didn't want to ask to stop after going to the bathroom just moments ago. Tina she sat with her thighs clenched together and tried to distract herself. "So how far is this escape room?" Tina asked to no one in particular. Mark answered "it's not too bad just about 20 minutes away" Hearing the news Tina clenched her thighs together and prayed she could make it that long, but in just a few moments her bladder went from 'kinda needing to go' to on the verge of being painful. Krista crossed her legs as well, she felt a need to go, but it wasn't dire at the moment. "so I've never done an escape room" Tina said to Mark "how does it work?" Mark explained "so this is a super elaborate one. The theme is that each room is a different time period and you have to solve a puzzle or task in each room before moving onto the next one." As Mark was talking, Tina felt a wave of pressure build up in her bladder. She tapped her foot furiously, but she realized it was no use with her condition. She simply relaxed a little and her bladder fully gave out. For about 20 seconds Tina could do nothing but stare out the window as she felt her diaper fill up with warm pee beneath her and swell up. Thankfully the highway was somewhat noisy, because otherwise the boys might have heard her have an accident. Here she was, sitting next to a cute guy on a date in a wet diaper and an outfit that was not great at concealing extra bulk. She just hoped the accident didn't make her diaper swell too much and make it noticeable under her tight jeans. 
    When the group arrived at the escape room it was much larger than any escape room they had seen before, it was a huge building with a full bar, and a board that laid out several different courses. They were greeted by a pretty redhead in black yoga pants and a black polo with the company name on it "hey guys can I help you?" she greeted them warmly. Mark spoke up "yeah, we were interested in doing the XL escape room." The redhead said "good, you're timing is perfect. A group just finished up one of courses so I can book you guys for the 7:00 pm slot starting right now, would you like to follow me? Tina spoke up shyly "actually I could use a restroom before we start"  The redhead told Tina "of course, there is a bathroom right over there, it's just a single stall so don't worry about it being men's or women's" The redhead then turned to the rest of the group "do the rest of you want to come with me to the bar area where I'll explain the rules." Krista was also in need of a bathroom pretty bad at this point, but felt embarrassed telling her date she needed to go again after just going at the bar, and against her better judgement went with them to the bar area. The redhead said "feel free to order a drink, and when she gets back I can go over the rules." Mark turned to Krista and said "do you want a beer?" Krista was worried about what yet another beer would do to her bladder, but didn't want to seem like a lightweight and smiled at Mark "I'd love one." The two boys went over to the bar and got four beers for the group. 
    Meanwhile in the bathroom, Tina peeled off her tight jeans and hung them up, getting ready to change her already wet tape-on diaper. When she went into her purse though she realized it smelled like her perfume "fuuuuck" she whispered to herself as she realized that her perfume bottle didn't close and leaked all over everything in her bag. She took out her last remaining diaper and it reeked of perfume, and was soaking wet. "What the hell do I do now" She thought to herself, if she changed into that diaper she would smell like an entire bottle of perfume, and is already wetter than her current diaper. Tina couldn't cut the date short now, especially because it was going so well. She took a deep breathe in and thought "well, my diapers usually hold two wettings, I guess I'll be fine for a little while longer" and she pulled up her jeans and tucker in her shirt. She took a look at herself in the mirror, now that her diaper was wet her butt did seem a little bigger "god damn it, you can totally tell my butt looks weird" she thought to herself. But as Krista said, no one's first thought would be "diaper" if they saw her and convinced herself that no one would know.
    When Tina joined the rest of the group, Jason handed her a beer "I guessed your order while you were away." Tina really didn't want to fill up her bladder more, but didn't want to be rude and said "oh perfect you are such a gentleman" and took a sip. The read then came up to the group "ok, guys have you ever been here before?" She asked, and everyone said they hadn't "ok, if you're familiar with an escape room, it's basically a series of puzzles of tasks you need to complete to get a key and get out of the room. This however is a little bigger and more involved, which is why we call it an XL escape room. There are three rooms you'll go through, and there are puzzles, but some may be a little more involved then what you see at other rooms. You can get a drink here at the bar and bring it with you as well. There are panic buttons in each room in case of an emergency, but if you press it you cannot come back in. And there is a two hour clock to complete all 3 rooms. Any questions?" Both Tina and Krista were thinking the same thing, they worried their weak bladders wouldn't last 2 hours without a chance of using the bathroom, but both wanted to be team players and not say anything. Krista spoke up, "yeah sounds like fun" The redhead lead the group down the hall to the first room, Krista desperately wanted to ask for the bathroom but felt very awkward stopping everyone again and just went along with everyone.
    to be continued...
     
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    Midd reacted to thegreatape842 in greatape's renders   
    Hello there.

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