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  1. Mr. H

    Burnin' Accident

    From the album: Mr. H's Images

    Burnin' from MHA having an accident in her hero suit.
  2. I decided to write this story because I always liked Lisa Cuddy in „House MD” and I was making fantasies of her wet accidents. Well, english is not my mother tongue and I’m not really experiemced writer, but I hope that You’ll like the story anyway. I also slightly used the story of Cuddy’s and House’s romance, but it’s not very important in the whole story. Cuddy had been dreading this day for weeks. Her annual full bladder ultrasound was scheduled for today, and she knew what that meant. She would have to drink an absurd amount of water and then hold it until the technician was ready to perform the ultrasound. It was never a pleasant experience, but this year she was feeling particularly anxious. She got up early, feeling groggy from a restless night's sleep. As she stumbled into the kitchen, she saw the note on the counter reminding her to drink at least 1.5 liters of water before leaving the house. She groaned inwardly, knowing that this was going to be a long day. After forcing down the first glass of water, she called House to let him know about her appointment. "Good luck with that," he teased. "Try not to lose control too early." Cuddy rolled her eyes, knowing that he was just trying to get a rise out of her. She hung up the phone and tried to focus on getting through the rest of her water. By the time she finished her last glass, her stomach was uncomfortably full and she could feel the pressure building in her bladder. She grabbed her purse and headed out the door, making her way to the clinic. Cuddy arrived at the clinic 20 minutes before her scheduled examination, feeling the urge to relieve her full bladder. As she checked in at the front desk, she tried to discreetly adjust her posture to alleviate the pressure building in her lower abdomen. To her dismay, the receptionist informed her that there was a problem and the examinations were running behind schedule. Cuddy tried to remain calm and asked how long the delay might be, but the receptionist could only offer a vague estimate. As she waited in the crowded waiting room, Cuddy felt her bladder becoming increasingly full and uncomfortable. She shifted in her seat, crossed and uncrossed her legs, and even tried to distract herself by reading a magazine, but nothing could take her mind off the pressing need to urinate. She checked her watch every few minutes, willing time to move faster, but it seemed to crawl by. As the minutes turned into hours, Cuddy began to worry that she wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. As Cuddy waited in the clinic's waiting room, she could feel the growing pressure on her bladder. Her skintight white jeans made matters worse as they pressed on her belly. She shifted in her seat, trying to find a more comfortable position, but nothing seemed to alleviate the pressure building up inside her. Time passed slowly, and the progress in line was very lazy. After an hour and a half since her arrival, Cuddy asked a nurse what was going on. The nurse informed her that everything was late, and she just had to wait for her turn. Cuddy's heart sank at the news as she knew that she needed to pee extremely bad right now. She didn't know how much longer she would be able to hold it. To make matters worse, the nurse was very rude when Cuddy asked about the delay. The nurse informed her that she needed to have a full bladder during the examination, and if she lost it, she would have to clean it up herself. Cuddy couldn't believe how impolite the nurse was, but she couldn't concentrate on it for longer as her own needs were very pressing at the moment. Cuddy tried to hold on, crossing her legs tightly, and clenching her muscles, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. She was afraid that any sudden movement or even a sneeze might be enough to make her lose control. Cuddy was in agony, and the thought of having to clean up after herself if she lost control was too much to bear. Cuddy was at her wit's end. Her bladder felt like it was going to burst. Every minute that passed felt like an eternity. She was squirming in her seat, trying to find a comfortable position, but there was none. Her jeans were pressing against her bladder, making it even harder for her to hold on. She glanced at the clock and realized she had been waiting for an hour and forty-five minutes. She couldn't take it anymore. As she shifted in her seat, she felt a sudden spurt of urine escape. She gasped and quickly covered her crotch with her hands. She looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but thankfully, nobody seem to notice anything. Cuddy closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She knew she had to hold on for a little while longer. She couldn't let all her efforts go to waste. She tried to distract herself by focusing on something else, but her bladder was screaming for relief. She shifted in her seat again and felt another spurt escape. This time, she couldn't hold it back. A small wet spot appeared on her jeans, and she knew she was in trouble. Cuddy's desperation had reached its peak. She had been holding her pee for over three hours in total, but the clinic's delay had pushed her bladder to its limit. She tried to stay calm and collected, but her body had other plans. She felt her bladder spasm, and before she could react, a warm surge of urine burst out of her. She gasped in shock as she felt the wetness spread across her crotch and thighs. Her skintight white jeans were quickly saturated, and the urine began to seep through the fabric, leaving a telltale yellow stain and pouring on couch that she seated on. She immediately got up with panic and then she started to feel the liquid running down her legs, pooling at her feet, and spreading across the floor. It was as if a dam had burst inside her, and there was no stopping the flow. Cuddy's face flushed with embarrassment as she looked around the waiting room, hoping no one had seen what had just happened. But there was no hiding the evidence - the couch beneath her was soaked through, and a large puddle of urine was forming on the ground around her. She tried to take a step forward, but her jeans were so heavy with urine that they clung to her legs, making it difficult to move. She felt humiliated, trapped in a body that had betrayed her. She tried to control the flow, but it was like trying to hold back a tidal wave. The sensation was overwhelming - the warmth of the urine against her skin, the sound of it splashing onto the ground, the acrid smell of urine filling the air. She felt helpless, exposed, and utterly ashamed. She couldn't believe this was happening to her, in such a public place, with no way to hide it. Cuddy's mind raced with thoughts of how she could escape this situation, but she knew there was no way out. She was trapped, both physically and emotionally, by the puddle beneath her feet. She felt like she had lost control of her body and her dignity, and there was nothing she could do about it. Cuddy could hear whispers and muffled giggles from the other women in the waiting room. She knew that they were talking about her, and the thought made her feel even more mortified. She could feel her face flushing with embarrassment, and she tried to avoid making eye contact with anyone in the room. The sound of a woman on the phone made Cuddy feel even worse. She could hear herspeaking loudly, telling someone about what had just happened. "Some idiot just totally peed herself in the waiting room. Oh my god." the woman said, and Cuddy felt like she was going to die of shame. She felt like a child who had wet her pants, but she knew that she was a grown woman who should have been able to control her bladder. She wished that she could just disappear, or that the floor would open up and swallow her whole. But instead, she was standing in a puddle of her own urine, feeling exposed and humiliated. Cuddy wanted to explain herself, to tell the other women that this wasn't her fault, that she had been waiting for hours and couldn't hold it any longer. But she couldn't bring herself to speak. She just stood there, feeling like a complete and utter failure. As the minutes ticked by, Cuddy began to feel even more uncomfortable. Her soaked jeans were starting to feel cold and heavy, and the smell of urine was becoming overpowering. She wanted to leave the waiting room and go home, but she knew that she had to stay and face the consequences of her accident. „There is no point in doing ultrasound when you don’t have full bladder. You have to clean the mess you made, lady.” Cuddy felt a sense of utter defeat as the nurse spoke those words to her. The embarrassment and shame she had felt just moments ago had intensified tenfold. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. She had always been in control, but now, in this moment, she felt like she had lost all control of her body and her life. As she looked around the waiting room, she could see the judgmental glances of the other women. She could hear their whispers and snickers behind her back. The weight of their judgment felt crushing, and she couldn't help but feel like she had become the butt of their jokes. The nurse handed her some cleaning supplies and told her to get to work. Cuddy could feel her face turning red with shame as she began cleaning up the mess she had made. She scrubbed and wiped, trying to make the evidence of her humiliation disappear. But no matter how hard she tried, the stain on her jeans and the puddle on the cocuh remained, a reminder of her failure. She couldn't believe that she had let this happen. How could she have lost control like that? The thoughts raced through her mind, each one more humiliating than the last. As she finished cleaning, the nurse informed her that she could reschedule her examination for another day. But Cuddy didn't want to come back here, not after what had happened. She just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible, to escape the judgmental eyes of the other women and the reminder of her humiliating accident. With a heavy heart, Cuddy gathered her things and left the clinic. She felt like she had lost a part of herself, like the woman who had walked into the clinic earlier that day was no longer there. All that was left was a shell of a person, filled with shame and humiliation. Cuddy felt so embarrassed as she walked back home. She couldn't believe what had just happened to her. The warm wetness on her skin, the sound of her urine hitting the ground, and the smell of urine all around her made her feel so ashamed. She couldn't stop thinking about what the other women in the waiting room were saying about her. When she arrived home, House was there, and as soon as he saw her, he knew something had happened. He immediately asked her what was wrong, and she told him everything. He listened to her story with a mixture of concern and amusement. He felt bad for her, but he couldn't help teasing her a little. As she finished her story, House couldn't resist making a joke, "It's a pity I couldn't see that, Cuddy. It must have been quite a sight!" he said with a smirk. Cuddy couldn't help but roll her eyes at him. Even in this situation, he still managed to make her laugh a little. She appreciated his attempts to make her feel better, but she knew that she would never forget the humiliation she had experienced that day.
  3. Hey! I'm making art requests about "almost made it" I will make around 5 drawings so be there (I have 6 requests, no more slots left, I will do this again later in the future, thanks) (YOUR DRAWINGS WILL BE SENT HERE)
  4. This story involves a young man on his first day in a new job being actively preventing from going to the bathroom and the consequences of that. His older female boss is rather controlling and firm! The neurologist’s secretary Jay walked confidently into the atrium of the modern hospital acceptance letter in hand and a small backpack on his back. Dressed in smart trousers, shirt, and tie he hoped to make a good impression on his first day. “Good morning. My name is Jayden Tenny and I am here for the position of secretary to Dr. Ellis Hyndford, paediatric neurologist.” “If you could wait here sir I’ll call that department and get someone to come down for you.” Jay waited nervously looking around the atrium with its web of signs and shops with shutters down and cleaners buffeting floors. He’d been interviewed in another office building so wasn’t actually familiar with the huge city hospital at all. Finally someone approached him, shook his hand, and asked him to follow them. He was lead down a maze of corridors, up a stairway and down a carpeted shorter corridor to a small office. “This is where you’ll be based. Dr Ellis-Hyndford should be with you shortly. I’m afraid I need to leave now but if you just wait here you’ll be fine. Oh would you like a tea or coffee though?” Jay accepted a tea and was delighted when a few minutes later he was brought a proper mug with tea just how he requested: no sugar, just a splash of milk and brown enough to actually taste the flavour. He sat in the wheeled office chair facing the wedged open door looking at the computer in front of him and wondering if he should turn it on. Would someone train him he wondered? He sipped at his tea looking around the room waiting patiently when suddenly a tall, blond, intimidating older woman marched in. “Thank God they finally got me a replacement secretary! What on earth? And you are?” Jay reached out his hand to shake the female’s hand which she hadn’t even offered. “I’m Jayden Tenny. I am here to fill the position of secretary to paediatric neurologist Dr. Ellis Hyndford. I am sorry if I am in the wrong office?” “They sent me…a man? Oh come on! This is a joke right? I don’t have time for this nonsense today! Look, can you type? You know shorthand? You can answer a phone properly? I’ll deal with the board later on this but for now you’ll need to do! I have a clinic at 9am sharp and a huge backlog of emails. They gave you a log in did they?” “Yes mam. I can assure you I can type well, I am skilled in shorthand and my telephone manner is excellent. Would you like me to answer it right now?” “Of course I would! What did you think a secretary did? I can’t actually believe they expect me to work with a…man! This is madness! Answer that then just log on and email me downstairs when you can. My email address is on my card on the desk right there. I’ll forward the link to my voice memos for you to type up. I have GP’s, nurses and parents going mad for urgent replies and letters. Four months behind we are now! Four months! I can’t see this working but I need someone urgently so let’s see what you can do!” As Jay picked up the ringing phone he watched the woman turn and storm out the room, his heart racing. He’d assumed Dr. Ellis Hyndford would be male for a start and that he’d be somewhat more welcoming and friendly too. She was, clearly, all female, fiery, sharp tongued and…well pretty fit looking for an older woman..but he absolutely wasn’t here for that! He blinked, turned away from the door, switched on the computer and used the log in on his letter to do what he’d been instructed. He could prove to the doctor he was every bit as good as any other secretary, if not better. By tomorrow she’d be delighted to have him he told himself as the website loaded and he searched how to send an email. Before long Jay had familiarised himself with the website, received a pile of emails from the doctor, began typing up referrals and clinic notes and letters from the many voice memos the doctor had sent over and mastered answering calls quickly and efficiently at the same time. In fact he had an entire page of telephone memos already as he looked at his empty mug wishing he knew where he could make himself another cuppa. As if somehow reading his mind suddenly the lady from earlier walked past, looked in smiling, and asked if he wanted another tea. “Yes please! Can I ask what I do with all these phone notes for the doctor too? Will she be back up for them?” “Those all for Geraldine? She’s in clinic until lunch time then she usually pops up for lunch and she’ll get them then. Was it just milk you took?” “There’s a few urgent ones asking her to call back today though?” “She’ll get them later. Best not to interrupt her or get on her bad side. She goes through secretaries like I go through hot dinners! I give you a week at most! Actually less since she can’t stand men!” Jay sat open mouthed as the girl walked away. What had he got himself into? A week at most? He couldn’t quit after such a short time. He needed the money far too much for starters and he wanted to prove to his mum that paying his college fees was worth the investment. He was determined to outlast everyone else by a long way. He set back to typing as the phone rang again and by the time he’d hung up the girl was walking in with another mug of tea. It was almost 1pm when Dr Geraldine Ellis-Hyndford walked along the carpeted corridor in plain view of Jay. By then he had finished his second mug of tea, typed up more than 20 letters, had two full sheets of A4 paper of telephone notes for the doctor and he was tapping his foot eagerly looking forward to his lunch break and hopefully finding a loo. “Excuse me, doctor Ellis-Hyndford? There’s some really urgent messages here for you.” “Oh. Yes. I forgot about you! You got my emails ok? I’ll pop in to talk to you after lunch. You did bring lunch with you, didn’t you?” “Yes. I wasn’t sure what the arrangements would be so I brought something with me and something to drink. Is there like a staff room we go to or something?” “Staffroom? Oh you’re hilarious! Put the phone on answer machine for half an hour and then get back to it. I’ll pop by after I’ve had my break. Jeez…staffroom! God that’s so funny!” “No problem. Could I maybe…” But it was too late. The doctor had walked away and Jay was left on his own staring at the open door for the second time that day. He got off his seat for the first time since arriving and headed to the door of the room which was wedged open and looked down the corridor in both directions. There was no sign of the doctor nor of the girl from earlier and hearing the phone ringing yet again Jay sighed and walked back to the desk. He tapped his foot whilst writing another note for his boss. He didn’t mind staying in the room to eat but he really needed to find a toilet soon before the doctor came to see him for her phone messages. Those mugs of tea had filled his bladder quicker than he expected. After another check in the corridor and even a tentative quick explore up and down a few steps in each direction Jay decided he had better start eating so that he was finished in time for the neurologist returning. Surely someone might pass and he could ask them where the toilets were? However, by the time Jay had eaten his wrap and crisps and finished a bottle of water not one person had passed the room and his need to pee was increasing fast! With the door wide open he worried about openly holding himself or acting in any way unprofessional but as time crept on his legs were scissoring in and out frequently and his hand was pressed on his upper leg more and more. He was bursting for the loo and regretting those two teas from earlier! Half an hour passed and Jay could hear yet another call going to voicemail so he let it end before retrieving the messages one by one and writing them all down, all the time swinging his legs and squirming on the wheeled office seat. He was just finishing writing the final one when he felt a shadow looming at the open door. “So? You said I had some urgent messages?” “Oh yes! Yes you do doctor! In fact quite a few! I wrote them all down for you and I have used a yellow highlighter to show the most urgent ones. There’s a patient on the children’s ward, wait I have it here, yes here it is. Ward 6B. An 8 year old with complex epilepsy and they want you to see her today. A Dr Maddox from Gillingham asked you to call him urgently about a patient, Samuel Brownlee, too. Then there was a parent calling asking for an urgent word with you about their son. They said his condition is deteriorating and you said to call right away if there were any changes apparently. I took their number. They are all here for you.” Jay stood and handed the A4 papers to the doctor realising he was shaking a little in fear and bouncing in desperation too. He had to ask about access to a bathroom as soon as possible. Not only did his poor bladder have the contents now of two mugs of tea but now the bottle of water with his lunch was filling it even more! “Right. I see. This is far from ideal though…what did you say your name was? Didn’t you think to write each of these separately? This is so..messy! Have you managed to type any of my voice memos out? Don’t tell me you made as much mess of those too?” Jay turned the screen of the computer round to face the neurologist so she could see his current letter he was typing. He looked at the date. “I’ve got up to…February the 9th? I’d have done a lot more if I hadn’t had to keep answering the…” “Can’t you multitask? Oh of course you can’t! What was I thinking! You’re a male! For God’s sake can’t you even stand still?” “I’m really sorry doctor! I haven’t stopped all morning and I was offered a couple of mugs of tea and…” The neurologist looked at Jay suspiciously but curiously. Her eyes met his before she looked him up and down smirking. “Ok. Ok. Maybe I should give you more of a chance. You do seem to be trying after all. So bring up the very first memo you typed up this morning and I’ll see how you have got on so far. Most of them need printed and signed anyway so I can correct anything before we do that. Wait here one minute and I’ll be right back!” Jay couldn’t help giving his dick a quick squeeze as Dr Ellis-Hyndford walked briskly out of the room in her heeled shoes as he bent forwards and searched the computer for the first file he created hours previously. If the neurologist planned on going through each item he’d typed it was obvious they would be busy for quite some time but there was no way he could hold his bladder that much longer. Pushing his crotch against the solid desk he jumped and almost leaked as the tall intimidating doctor walked back in carrying another wheeled office chair. “Now I am a VERY busy person. You do understand that? These files are of the utmost importance as they carry confidential information on the health of my patients and their treatment. A mistake can not just cost you your job but could cost a person their life. I do NOT accept mistakes. Not when it comes to my patients. So let me see the first one please.” Jay nervously pulled up the first file he had typed up that morning still standing awkwardly, still absolutely dying for the toilet. As the doctor read over his typing meticulously Jay could feel his cheeks redden. So many of the technical terms were out of his comfort zone and this was only his second administration job since finishing college. Even more than that though he couldn’t properly stand still now and that fact embarrassed him so much, especially in front of his boss on his first day. “Mmm. Better than I expected. I see you left the our reference and your reference parts blank and the patient hospital numbers. So here’s how you get those numbers. You click here for the your reference code. It’s just the date and my initials and then to access the patients hospital number you click here, complete their details, then copy and paste into this bit here. Are you getting this?” “Yes. That looks easy enough. Actually doctor I know your time is valuable and you have a lot to do but would it be possible if I had a quick break for a few minutes? It’s just that…I’m really sorry but would it be ok if I just ran to the toilet before we get to the next one? I have been needing to go for ages.” Dr Ellis-Hyndford turned and looked at Jay, abruptly staring over her glasses disdainfully . “I beg your pardon? Do you think I have time for you to go anywhere? Oh for goodness sake would you answer that phone while I complete these references and patient numbers and get these printed. I don’t have time for this you know! Now answer that please!” Jay turned to answer the phone acting as professional as possible despite feeling crippled with an urgent need to urinate. “Dr. Ellis-Hyndford’s paediatric neurologist, Winchester City hospital, secretary speaking. How may I help you?” Scribbling down the details Jay squirmed obviously as he slid the note towards the doctor. Clearly recognising the name she wrote back to tell him to pass the call through before she took the phone and proceeded to continue the call. Meanwhile Jay sat back in his seat wriggling around trying his hardest not to grab himself but failing miserably. He’d never felt so embarrassed in his life nor so absolutely desperate for the toilet. Frightened he might even have an accident he got up from the seat and paced around behind the Dr back and forth in front of the window bending forwards, dancing, squirming and squeezing himself more than he’d ever done in his life. Still the doctor continued on with the call. Jay tried getting eye contact with her hoping she might even point to where the loos were but she just stared at him angrily scowling and clearly annoyed at his behaviour. Despite her clear disgust Jay was frantic as he rushed towards the open door cupping his crotch longing to find someone to show him to a bathroom. He looked back in the room at the doctor as he pointed to the left but she shook her head to communicate that wasn’t the way to the toilets. So he pointed right but she simply shook her head once more before suddenly standing up and abruptly kicking the door stop away and letting the door close over! Jay was close to tears returning to his seat and kneading his crotch, urgently bent forwards and fidgeting like a little child.He couldn’t wait much longer no matter how much he tried! His poor dick was shaking and he could feel his bladder pulsing as spasm after spasm caused him to quietly moan and wriggle and bounce more than ever before. This was so embarrassing! Finally Dr Ellis-Hyndford put the phone down and turned to face Jay. “There’s a couple of mistakes in some of your reports. I don’t allow mistakes, as I said. I need the patient hospital numbers added in correctly and the references and all the mistakes corrected. Quickly! My time is in demand you know!” “Yes mam, but first please may I be excused just a moment? I really do have to go to the bathroom rather urgently!” “What! You’re just this minute finished your lunch break! In this job you see to your personal needs in your personal time NOT on my time! You understand?” “But…but I haven’t been shown where they are so I couldn’t go during lunch and it really is an emergency mam!” “Emergency? Have you any idea what that word even means? Brain tumours are an emergency! Increased intracranial pressure is an emergency! Prolonged epileptic seizures are an emergency…but a grown man with a little desire to get rid of waste liquid from his body is NOT an emergency by my standards. Now I need these files yesterday! Get typing!” Jay shuffled closer to the computer his hand tightly grasping his dick for dear life. Whatever his boss thought this most definitely WAS an emergency to him and any second now his poor aching bladder would surely explode everywhere! The overbearing neurologist stared at him intently as he couldn’t help leaning forwards and gasping as another bladder spasm hit. “And you can sit properly while you’re at it! Slouching like that is bad for your back!”: Jay did his best to sit more upright tensing his back and thighs as much as possible as he copied and pasted the next hospital number into the report. Meanwhile the doctor stood staring at him smirking, almost laughing at his predicament. Jay could feel his face redden more and hear his own heart thumping as he used a hand to grip the office table as hard as possible. It was too much though and when the phone rang yet again making him lose concentration and jump he could feel the tip of his penis swell and moisten. The familiar surge of warmth zooming fast up his urethra told him in no uncertain terms what was about to happen and even with a writhe on the seat and almost standing to try and stop it it was too late as a large trickle of warm liquid leaked out of his weary penis into his clean boxers and smart trousers. “Dr. Ellis-Hyndford’s paediatric neurologist, Winchester City hospital, secretary speaking. How may I help you?”, Jay said breathlessly as more warmth spread between his legs and down his thigh. “Hi, This is Dr Maddox from Gillingham general practice. Would it be possible to speak to Dr Ellis-Hyndford as a matter of urgency?” “Please hold on and I will see if she’s available for you.” Jay looked the neurologist right in the eye as he stood up to hand the receiver over to her as tears nipped his eyes and pee poured out from his throbbing dick. Despite her bullying, harshness and abruptness there was a spark in the corner of her eye he couldn’t quite decipher in his utter humiliation. Had she actually enjoyed seeing him so desperate and begging to use the toilet? Was this some sort of control game she got a thrill from? As he stood there in warm drenched suit trousers so many thoughts consumed him. So was this why no secretary lasted longer than a week here and why did this esteemed in demand neurologist hate men so much? He was determined that however much strength and determination it took he’d stay exactly where he was long enough to find out more. Tomorrow he’d just make sure to have another pair of trousers in his bag just in case.
  5. As the sun shone above the city of Mondstadt, Amber's eyes opened. She stretched lazily and yawned before getting out of bed. Quickly, she got dressed donning her usual red and white top along with brown shorts. Amber grabbed her favorite weapon, a trusty bow, on her way out of the door. Stepping into the city she loved, Amber smiled before starting the walk to work. Amber loved her job. She was a Knight of Favonious, a part of the organization sworn to protect Mondstadt from harm. Amber was no ordinary Knight however. She was the organization's only Outrider, frequently venturing into the land around the city to round up stray creatures that would otherwise harm travelers. As Amber pulled open the doors to The Knight's headquarters, she felt a small ache in her stomach. She knew the feeling well. As an Outrider, Amber was accustomed to spending long periods of time away from the usual facilities that civilization had to offer. She dismissed the thought, knowing that she could hold her bladder for a good while. She was no where near desperate enough to actively seek out a bathroom, and if worse came to worse, a bush was always available. Entering the library, Amber noticed two figure chatting in the center of the room. One of the figures was easily identifiable as Lisa the librarian due to her large pointed witch's hat. the other figure remained a mystery until Amber got closer to the conversation. Hearing her approach, both figures turned around. Amber smiled as she recognized the woman standing next to Lisa. The women was blond, and dressed in a white shirt with a sky blue overcoat hanging loosely on her shoulders. She wore a scabbard containing a fearsome looking blade, and white leggings to match her shirt. The women's name was Jean. She was the Grand Master of The Knights of Favoinous, and had been Amber's idol ever since she started leading the order. "Hey Amber!" Lisa said. "I've got an important assignment for you." " Sure! What is it?" was Amber's cheerful reply. She wanted to seem as willing as possible in front of her commander. "A camp of hillchurls has been seen by Springvale. It's a larger group than usual." "That shouldn't be a problem" Amber said. Hillchurls were a common occurrence in the area surrounding Mondstadt. "I'll come with you" said Jean. Amber was surprised. Jean only came on expeditions if Mondstadt was in direct danger. "I want to see how our very best Outrider does her job." Amber couldn't help but blush at the praise. After quickly agreeing, the two women went to prepare for their journey. Filling up their bags with food, water and medical supplies, they left the headquarters to begin their quest. Amber couldn't help but think again of her bodily needs. She glanced around, but saw no bathroom readily available. She decided that she would just go once they arrive d in Springvale. Springvale was a quaint town a few miles to the south of Mondstadt. It was a short ride, but nevertheless Amber could feel her bladder steadily fill. She was at the point where normally she would either find a toilet or aa bush to relive herself. jean's presence complicated the matter. For one Amber didn't want to force Jean to stop just so she could use the bathroom, but also she was afraid it might lower Jean's opinion of her best, and only, Outrider. So Amber decided that she could at least wait until the reached the town to take a break. As the small town rose on the horizon, the two riders noticed plumes of smoke rising from the outskirts of the settlement. It appeared that the hillchurls had set up camp just outside the town limits. As the two approached they could see nearly twenty of the huminoid creature gathered inside a cruelly constructed fence, surrounding a large fire pit. Wordlessly Amber and Jean dismounted a ways away from the creatures and crouched behind the meager foliage provided by the valley's plants. "I'm going to sneak around the other side and attack from there. You cover me with your bow." Jean whispered. Amber nodded her agreement, and the Grand master slunk off to the right. Amber was now left with nothing but her thoughts as she waited for Jean's attack. Those thoughts turned naturally to her bladder. Amber had unconsciously been squeezing her thighs together and jiggling her legs up and down in an effort to lighten the strain. Amber cursed her earlier decision not to stop for a restroom break. She had hoped that they would pause in Springvale before engaging the hillchurls, but that fantasy had never come to pass. As she sat behind the bushes, Amber came to a realization. While Jean was on the other side pf the camp, she was free to relive herself without anyone knowing. She quickly unbuttoned her brown shorts, but just when she was about to pull down her clothes, Amber hear a hillchurl grunt in alarm. Fumbling with her pants she quickly grabbed her bow and looked out from her cover. She felt a drop of urine hit the inside of her undergarments and cringed at its wetness. As she watched Jean came barreling into the camp with her sword drawn. Amber, acting on instinct quickly popped up and pulled her bowstring back. Jean's sword quickly dealt with the two hillchurls on the far side of the camp. Amber let loose her arrow and another creature fell. Jean was quick to follow u with another clean kill. The bulk of the pack rushed toward Jean in an attempt to avenge their fallen companions. This maneuver left their backs completely open to an attack for Amber's arrows. Five more creature fell in quick succesion. The majority of the fight followed this pattern. Hillchurls continued to drop due to either a sword to the cheat or an arrow in the back. As jean was swarmed by the remaining five creatures, amber pulled out her secret weapon. Endowing an arrow with the Pyro element, she let loose a fiery projectile that quickly finished off most of the remaining enemies. The last was dropped by Jean's blade. Amber looked across at her partner and smiled. Working together they had easily defeated the entire camp. Amber's excitement turned to confusion when she saw a look of alarm on Jean's face. "Watch out!" A large claw came down on Amber's shoulder and she was knocked to the ground. A final advisory stood over her, club raised, poised to deliver a devastating blow. Amber's training and human instinct was the only thing that let her survive. She quickly snatched one of her arrows that had fallen to the ground when the hillchurl knocked her over. She thrust the sharp projectile upward piercing the beast's chest. With a howl it fell to the ground, lifeless. Amber breathed a sigh of relief. Her relief quickly turned to horror. Although Amber was not harmed, her bladder was. The dam burst, and wet warmth began to flood the archer's pants. Her legs instantly heated up, and in the flickering light of the fire, Amber could see a dark stain forming on her shorts. The pee spread down to her backside completely covering her ear with hot liquid. The dry earth she was sitting on soaked up the moisture greedily as if it were water. Amber felt tears form in her eyes as she soaked her clothes. "Amber are you all right!" came Jean's voice punching through Amber's daze. She quickly shot to her feet and turned in an attempt to hide her accident form the other woman. Her attempt was in vain. As soon as Jean drew close to Amber she could see the dark stain that had appeared on her shorts, and noticed the puddle below her feet. "Oh!" Jean said in surprise her calm persona faltering. She quickly recovered and gave Amber a hug. "It happens to everyone." She whispered into the Amber's brown hair. With a sigh Amber pulled away from the embrace. "Lets not talk about it" she said. "Okay" Jean replied. "As long as you're okay." Neither girl felt much like celebrating their victory, and silently mounted their steeds to begin the journey home. ------------------------------------------------ Upon their arrival in Mondstatd, the girls bid each other goodnight and headed their separate ways. Amber trudged to her home, and after closing the door behind her flopped on the bed. She quickly remembered the state of her clothes and decided to take a shower instead. Feeling much better after her cleanse Amber quickly fell asleep. She had had a long day. jean's night would not be so relaxing. She unpacked the horses at the headquarters and walked to her office. Sitting down in the cozy chair that sat behind her desk she began to go through the day's reports. Before long, she lit a candle to fend off the creeping darkness of nightfall. After what must have been an hour of reading, Jean looked up from her desk. The clock read that it was nearly midnight. Getting up and stretching, the grand Master moved to blow out the candle. As she bent down to extinguish the light she was racked with a spasm of pain in her bladder. She bent nearly double as a wave of desperation hit her body. She had been holding her pee for a long time due to how fill her bladder was, yet she had not felt a thing. Staggering into the hallway, jean looked around in desperation for an available bathroom. Hobbling down the hallway, she continued her search, until she found herself in the library. Giving one more desperate glance around, Jean felt the floodgates start to open. "Oh no!" she yelled at nobody in particular as she began to wet her pants. Her hands shot to the crotch of her leggings, but it was no use. A wave of urine pored into her pants, streaming down her legs. The hiss of the golden fluid was audible. Streaks of fabric on Jean's legs quickly darkened. A puddle began to form on the ground and jean knew there was no hope. She stood in resignation as her bladder finally slowed its release. She looked down to survey the damage, and knew how Amber had felt earlier in the night. With a sigh The Grand Master of the Knights of Favonious, walked home with a change of clothes, a bath, and a good night's sleep at the front of her mind.
  6. Kerri read through the government document online checking and double checking as she sipped her coffee. With just two days notice given by the Prime Minister on a televised broadcast and the details only just published she was angry, stressed and determined. Her bed and breakfast at the coast was only just starting to recover from the first long lockdown in spring and summer and giving refunds almost bankrupt her, but the thought of having to do it all again made her feel sick to her stomach. Finishing her coffee she opened a fresh tab and checked the Facebook group for other bed and breakfast owners. So many friends she had made online now depressed, quitting the business or even talking of taking legal action. She wasn’t sure which group she’d be part of next but closing again was definitely a last resort. Not only because of the financial implications but because she had some lovely guests staying and she was loving their company. As she noted a few links down for later she heard the front door bell chime as the door opened. It was Rasheed, one of the current lodgers. Despite his limited English Kerri found his company enthralling. His laughter was contagious, his smile captivating and his physique desirable. Kerri realised that after two months in her bed and breakfast she would miss him greatly if lockdown meant he had to leave. She wondered if he was aware of the situation and decided to try and talk to him despite the language barrier. She got his attention in a way she had discovered worked every time...by walking up to him with a mug and a box of tea bags! Rasheed loved his tea, probably as much because Kerri always accompanied it by opening her tin of home baking and Rasheed delighted in the scones, biscuits and shortbread that were often still warm. As they sat at the dining table drinking tea and enjoying a small cake together Kerri did her best to convey the impending lockdown and it’s meaning to Rasheed. Wether he understood or not she wasn’t sure but she couldn’t help but notice the sparkle in his deep dark eyes and his gorgeous brown skin tone. ‘Have you got anywhere else to live Rasheed?’ ‘Yes? Live here?’ ‘I mean if they say you need to leave on Friday? Can you return to Sudan?’ ‘No? Stay here? More money?’ ‘No. No Rasheed. You know about the virus? Well the country is shutting down. They want me to close for a while. Everyone has to stay home. Can you return home?’ ‘Man say job no done yet. We stay.’ ‘You work with Jamal don’t you? Where do you work?’ ‘Yes mam. We build.’ Kerri’s eyes shone. Builders? Construction? Wasn’t that one of the industries she read could continue? She was certain it was, and if they had nowhere else to stay then surely she could stay open? She wasn’t one to pry into the business of those who stayed with her but on this occasion it was necessary and might just prevent her losing her dream. She needed more. ‘Rasheed what do you build? Houses?’ ‘No. No. Not that. What do you call it? Sick people place? Horse petal?’ Kerri giggled as she finished her tea. ‘You mean a hospital?’ Rasheed nodded. Even better! If Kerri could just somehow get this in writing then not only could both lads stay on, but her business might just make it through for another year. Kerri smiled at Rasheed hoping he wouldn’t think she was prying too much. ‘Sorry for asking Rasheed but I want you and Jamal to stay on even in lockdown. I think it’s, actually I KNOW, it’s allowed, but I need paperwork to show officials. Do you have details of the company by any chance? A contract of employment I could copy?’ Rasheed looked at her confused. ‘What company are you building for? Do you have a name and number for your boss?’ Rasheed frowned, still confused. Just as Kerri was thinking how to ask a different way the door chine went again as Jamal came in caring a carrier bag of shopping. Rasheed called to him speaking in what Kerri assumed was Arabic. Kerri watched as Jamal pulled his mobile out his pocket, scrolled down then showed Kerri a name and number. Writing it down Kerri hoped it was their boss so she could secure the necessary paperwork needed to keep the lads staying. Thanking Jamal the gents went upstairs as Kerri did her usual sign for eating she’d made up and showed 6 fingers which the guests now understood to mean dinner was at 6. Excited by this new information Kerri decided to call the number right away. Sitting at the kitchen table she turned the laptop back on and waited for the call to be answered. Answer machine. Kerri logged into the Facebook group again and posted a question. Could she stay open if her guests were in construction and had nowhere else to stay? While she waited to see what the others said she tried the number again. Finally it was answered and Kerri introduced herself and asked if this was the company building the local hospital. It was. Phew! She then asked if a Jamal and Rasheed were employed by them. They couldn’t disclose this information. Kerri sighed. But hearing her desperation they passed on another number for her to call. Anxious, but determined to get the paperwork in place for the men to stay, and fuelled on by the encouragement of her friends in the social media group, Kerri made more calls and found herself having to repeat her situation over and over again. Not one to give in she eventually discovered that both men were employed in the building trade, both were nightly thought of and skilled and they were both contracted currently to build the new local hospital. Getting excited, Kerri felt she couldn’t stop now as she just needed these details in writing. Caught up entirely in the moment she shuffled on the chair to get closer to the laptop and found another number to call. Time passed and Kerri was starting to make headway. She now had an email confirming both men’s full names, date of births and confirmation they were allowed to work in the U.K. she’d never doubted that but having it on email could be useful. Now she just required written proof they worked an ‘essential key worker job’ and that they had nowhere else to live. Swinging her legs under the chair she could feel her excitement rising. She typed emails, made more calls and read more government documents listing what she needed to meet the criteria to remain open. Pausing for a quick check on dinner, which she had thankfully put in the oven earlier, she poured herself a glass of juice and, realising she now really needed the bathroom after all the coffee and tea earlier, she was about to head upstairs to the loo when the phone rang again. Eager to get everything in place she picked up her glass and went back to the dining table and answered the phone. Sitting crossed legged Kerri hoped the call wouldn’t be long as she pulled her top leg tight and tapped her foot. Her mouth dry from all the phone calls she sipped at the juice as she explained again what she needed and why. It was the head office for the building company and while they were happy to help they needed Kerri to tell them a lot of information. When had the men first arrived at hers? Kerri stood up and walked over to her diary, having to dance around as she turned back the pages until she saw the date she needed. One hand on the kitchen counter she squeezed her muscles hard as her need to pee got stronger. She was put on hold while the dates were checked and Kerri covered the mouthpiece and begged them to hurry. ‘I gotta pee so much! Hurry up!’ Finally the caller returned. The dates matched the men’s arrival proving they had only ever stayed in Kerri’s accommodation which meant they had nowhere else to live. ‘Could I have that sent as an email please? And as a letter too actually. Just in case authorities require. And I need confirmation they are employed by you and working on the hospital. Thanks.’ ‘Just a few more things first Miss Savage.’ Kerri sat back on the dining chair fidgeting and shifting to the edge as she sat awkwardly trying to find a way to help keep her bursting bladder at bay. Tensing, bouncing, tapping the table in frustration and swinging her legs Kerri could feel herself really struggling. ‘Will this take much longer? I...I have a meal needing to come out the oven!’ ‘No. Can I just confirm your email there?’ ‘Yes. Yes. Savage bed and breakfast, all one word, dash Seabay, at gmail dot com. Will it be sent today please?’ ‘Yes. I’ll do it now. Would you like to wait on the line while I make sure it’s arrived. Just give me a few minutes to get things sorted my end.’ A few minutes? Kerri wasn’t sure her bladder could hold on that long. Pacing up and down the floor, her hands sweating and her toes tightly curled in her boots she heard her breathing get heavier as her bladder ached for release. Every second seemed to drag by as Kerri waited and checked for the email. Returning again to the laptop she couldn’t stop herself squirming and bending forwards as she refreshed her emails again. ‘Are you still there Miss Savage?’ ‘Yes. Yes, I’m here.’ ‘You should have that email now.’ Refreshing yet again Kerri sighed. Trying not to show her impatience Kerri answered sharper than she intended to due to her urgency to pee. ‘No! It’s not here! I haven’t got it!’ ‘Can you confirm your email again please?’ As Kerri bent forwards gripping the table with her free hand and bending up and down at the waist she began spelling out letter by letter her email as she desperately tried to keep her full bladder on hold. Looking down at the laptop, phone in hand she failed to notice Rasheed walk into the room as he stood near the doorway watching. In awe of what was playing right in front of his eyes he stood frozen in time realising quickly what must be wrong with his landlord. Listening to her breathing, her sexy voice, and the clicking of her boots on the wooden floor Rasheed felt breathless himself. Staying as inconspicuous as possible he waited as Kerri continued on. ‘Yes! Yes a dash! Like a take away sign? No all lower case letters, no spaces. Yes I’m in my email now. Refreshing again.’ A pause. ‘Yes! Finally! Thank you for your help. Sorry I really really need to go. Bye!’ Putting the phone down Rasheed watched in awe as Kerri danced in a circle behind the table like a young child. As she muttered ‘God I thought I was going to pee myself there’, he took a step back into the doorway so she wouldn’t see him. Hearing her boots get closer he jumped as a bell rang suddenly. ‘No! Not now oven! I don’t believe this!’ Hearing the steps go the opposite way Rasheed entered the room again, his heart pounding. As he approached the dining table he glanced into the open kitchen as he saw a sight he knew he’d never forget. Kerri was bent forwards, her legs shaking and her bottom wriggling as she leaned into the oven to pull out a casserole dish. Placing it on a stand he saw her press the tea towel in her hands between her legs as she marched on the spot. Clearing his throat Rasheed walked over to the doorway of the kitchen. ‘You ok lady?’ Absolutely frantic to get to the toilet, unaware anyone was there and having been delayed way too long all afternoon, Kerri got such a fright when Rasheed spoke. Standing perfectly still in her own kitchen and looking right at Rasheed she felt a spurt damped her underwear and jeans. ‘I emmm...I really need to...’ But it was too late. Rasheed looked at Kerri’s jeans as she looked at him. The smell of the casserole filling the kitchen Kerri stood silently as she felt her jeans filling and getting wetter and wetter as Rasheed’s eyes stayed fixed on them. As pee soaked right to her ankles and boots Kerri stood there frozen to the spot. The warm wetness of her jeans felt somehow relieving and wonderful to Kerri but embarrassment made her cheeks flush. Rasheed stepped into the kitchen, smiling at Kerri as he patted her on the shoulder. ‘I make table for you? Ok?’ ‘Yes! If you could set the table I’ll be right back! Thank you! By the way it’s all sorted now. You can stay on here even in lockdown.’ As Kerri rushed out of the kitchen to go upstairs and freshen up she flushed with happiness as she heard Rasheed in the kitchen. ‘Rasheed happy. Rasheed very happy man.’ ‘
  7. No Time Hilary looked at her iPad as she walked up the long path to the next house. She sighed to see she was still nowhere near target and would have another long shift. Being paid per meter reading was great in an area where many were home all day, sheltered housing, council housing estates and the likes, but here in a huge new built area where everyone was out at work it meant a long day trying to reach target. In didn’t help that today was Friday and therefore Hilary couldn’t just call it a day and hope to catch up tomorrow. She still had 45 meter readings to do and she just had to keep on working until she had them. If only electric meters were outside like gas ones she would be fine but, of course, they had to be inside and she needed entry to another 45 houses before she could finish. Dressed in smart uniform of company navy trousers, a blouse with company logo, a suit jacket and flat black shoes and carrying a company iPad over her shoulders with an ID lanyard round her neck, Hilary was certainly feeling the heat. She walked back to her car and moved along to the next crescent full of detached and semi-detached new houses. Checking the time she took 15 minutes to eat a pre-packed sandwich, an apple and to drink a bottle of water. It was 12:30 and if she wanted to finish by dinner time she couldn’t break for long especially as she’d so far only managed to get ten households in and therefore just ten readings. Hot and tired she removed her suit jacket and left it in the car and headed out to start the next street. 40 minutes later she returned to the car to move it again having only managed to get four more readings. The large sprawling new area was split into six areas by different builders and Hilary started her engine, drove around the area she had just walked round and moved into the area across the way to try there. Needing the toilet slightly she hoped to at least find a few more people home this side. Before getting out she checked her postcode allocation hoping there might even be a small area of rented houses somewhere that might speed her up but alas her only allocation was the new build area. The afternoon heat was giving her a slight headache so Hilary opened another bottle of cold water from her in-car cooler and drank most of it before getting out the car. Her long hair was wet at the neck with the heat and not for the first time Hilary wished the company would allow hats on hot days. Every house here was detached again but at least the driveways were shorter and within half an hour Hilary had managed to get to 15 doors, though only managing to read 2 more meters. What was even more annoying was her growing need for a bathroom. Normally Hilary would drive to a nearby supermarket or petrol station and use the facilities there but with so many readings short if she wanted home for dinner there just wouldn’t be time, not at the rate she was getting doors answered today anyway. She tried ignoring her bladder but with so few doors being answered that wasn’t easy. Finally she got a homeowner in and read another meter! But she still needed 39 more and it wasn’t looking hopeful. She looked back at her car and decided to walk round to the next street and not bother moving the car this time. The streets here had wide driveways and little space between houses so finding a place to park without blocking access would be difficult and with so many meters still to read every minute counted. Hilary could feel her bladder filling as she rang the next bell. She moved slightly from foot to foot subconsciously as her mind preoccupied itself with her growing need. Having waited a few minutes and seeing no vehicles in the drive again she reluctantly moved on. The next house was the same. The next the same again. What a frustrating afternoon! Finally Hilary had two houses in a row with someone home but by now bending over to read electric meters was pressing against her bladder increasing her need. By half way along the long street Hilary was finding things increasingly difficult. Standing still waiting for doors to be answered was not happening much at all and to make matters worse she was getting further and further away from her car. Ringing the bell at number 61 Hilary could think of nothing else apart from how much she wished she could spare the time to pee. When an older gentleman answered the door unexpectedly Hilary jumped and crossed her legs. As if to make matters worse just inside the door Hilary could see a small downstairs toilet door open and she had to look away. How she longed to be able to just ask to use the bathroom but the risk the gentleman might report her and she would lose her job was too much. Hilary showed her lanyard to the gentleman and told him what she was there for. ‘Of course! Come in! The cupboard is just here next to the toilet.’ Hilary wished he wouldn’t say that word. Just the word sent a spasm from her bladder and she crossed her legs again as she bent over to read the meter. ‘Is it ok if I access your gas one now?’ ‘Yes, of course! It’s out the back. Just follow me.’ Hilary followed behind moving constantly as she did. Seeing a toilet right beside her had intensified her need so much but she really had no time to go. She quickly read the meter and thanked the man as she inputted the details onto the iPad. Walking back through the house she glanced longingly at the open toilet again wishing she had the time to find somewhere to go. As the older gentleman closed his front door Hilary bounced on her feet trying not to pee dance in a public street but bursting to go. Spurred on by finally getting someone home Hilary rang the next bell standing with one leg in front of the other, subtly rocking back and forth while she waited. Amazingly it was answered too and Hilary flustered over her words with trying to hold her bladder and the unexpected answer. Again she was invited in by an older lady and as before the house also had a toilet just by the electric meter though this one was closed. Just the sign ‘toilet’ on the door though made Hilary cringe as she longed to be able to use it. She read both meters promptly and walked out anxious not to show how close she was to having an accident. Now incredibly keen to use a toilet, but aware she still had so many readings to do and no time to go, Hilary decided to cross the road and at least head back to her own car. It seemed a tiny dot in the distance with so many houses and so much time before she would get there. She rang the first door bell on the other side pressing her thighs tight together as she did. Like so many before there was no answer and Hilary hobbled to the next house. She curled her toes in her shoes as she tensed all over as she yet again rang another bell and yet again had no answer. Sweating and worried Hilary looked down the street to her car then checked the screen on her company iPad trying to work out what to do. Even without trying any more doors she was no longer sure her bladder could hold back until she reached her car, got in and drove somewhere with an open bathroom. Time wasn’t on her side at all. She decided to try one last door and then head back to her car. She walked down the wide empty driveway and rang the bell as usual, stepping from foot to foot and bringing one leg up behind her. It was now almost 4pm and she’d been holding her bladder for hours with no time to go. Checking no-one was looking she hid a hand behind her iPad and gave herself a tight squeeze. It helped but as soon as she removed her hand her need to pee intensified greatly. Unfortunately for Hilary it was another time with no-one home and she decided that she just couldn’t afford to wait any longer so headed back towards her car. Just then Hilary’s company phone rang and whilst briskly walking down the road Hilary answered. She tried to hide her moans and struggle but her intuitive boss must have picked something up. ‘Are you ok there Hilary?’ ‘Y....yes...it’s just....it’s just I haven’t managed to get enough people home and....’ ‘Is it the postcode? That’s the new build estate you are in isn’t it?’ ‘Yes...just so few home during the day...been here all day....sorry one second...’ Hilary stopped to once again grab herself, now not even bothered if anyone saw. She just had to get into her car quickly and get to a toilet. She had to! ‘Listen Hilary you are one of our best workers. You have a proven history and this isn’t your fault. I was thinking how about I ignore your targets this week and adjust your hours next week. I was thinking that area might be better to do at night? How would you feel about starting much later next week and working through to 8pm? I’ll make it worth your while with a bonus as we need to try and get more accurate readings for that area. What do you think?’ Hilary wanted to cry, partly with relief at the thought of her target being reduced and party because her bladder was about to burst. She put her key into the door of her car and climbed in the drivers seat as her boss waited for a reply. ‘Yeah. I think...I think that’ll be fine.’ In the car Hilary immediately put both hands between her legs and kneaded her vagina in utter desperation. She tried to hide her moans but couldn’t help taking a deep intake of breath as she felt another strong surge from her bladder for release. ‘Hilary? Hilary? Are you definitely ok there?’ ‘Mmmmm....yeah....it’s...it’s been a very long day.’ ‘Hilary you need to look after yourself. Finish up for today and go home. Don’t worry about the time or your targets. I’ll sort that for you. You’ve done your best and some days just don’t go to plan. Ok?’ Hilary put her keys in the ignition as she tried to get comfortable enough to drive, her eyes filling with tears. With her bottom firmly pressed back as far as she could in the seat, her thighs tightly squeezed and her bum cheeks clenched she hung her mobile on its stand and indicated to move out. Unaware she still hadn’t hung up and neither had her boss she let out a whimper as a long spurt of urine squirted out into her underwear. ‘No....please no....’ ‘Hilary are you ok? Talk to me...’ ‘I’m ok.I’ve had an accident but I’m ok.’ ‘Hilary? Hilary? Do you need me to come pick you up? Is the car ok? What happened? Do you want me to call the police?’ Hilary whimpered more as she grabbed fruitlessly between her legs with one hand as urine surged out of her running down her legs, dripping off the seat and soaking her trousers completely. ‘No! No! The car is fine. I am....ok...it wasn’t the car...sorry need to go. Have to drive. Next week will be fine. Thanks!’ Hilary pressed to hang up the phone, her eyes crying with sheer relief. Next week she would be much more prepared and she’d MAKE time to pee regardless of any targets. For now she just needed home and sorted and to have a much needed coffee.
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  9. No bathroom available Georgina stood outside the queue of taxis at the airport chatting casually with the other drivers whilst drinking juice. It was a mild day and several international and local flights were due in making work likely after the usually mid morning lull. With short spiky hair dyed bright red, the body of a wrestler and tattoos down both arms Georgina stood out from the crowd. Outspoken, brassy, but incredibly beautiful in her own way with leggings and a dress top that amplified her large breasts, no-one messed with Georgina and she intended to keep it that way. Firm with the drug users and drunks but soft and tender with the disabled and young children she was one of the most respected and loved drivers for Go Cars. A few passengers left the airport and Georgina finished her juice bottle and got into her cab and moved down slowly. Another group came out and little by little Georgina moved her cab to the front of the queue. Finally a passenger got in and Georgina clicked the meter on and asked the destination. ‘Haggerty Farm country house hotel please. Leesham Lane, High Wigan.’ ‘That’s quite a journey sir. It’ll cost you around £70 if you are ok with that?’ ‘Of course. How long do you think it will take mam? I have an important meeting to be at by 3pm there that I can’t miss.’ ‘Sat nav is saying arrival time is 2:50 sir. Is that ok?’ ‘Perfect’ And with no time to spare Georgina started the engine and headed to the motorway towards High Wigan, her passenger now settled and not very talkative and her car ready for the longer than usual journey. ‘Long time since I’ve been this far sir. I hope your flight went well?’ ‘Yeah all good thanks. If you’ll excuse me I need to send some important emails.’ ‘No no. Go ahead.’ For the next half hour there was no other conversation as Georgina headed off the motorway and onto a duel carriageway, still driving fast but slightly less so than on the motorway. As she passed a lay-by with a portaloo she felt a desire to go but time was of the essence and she carried on driving. Traffic was flowing well thankfully and her passenger seemed much more relaxed as she checked in the rear view mirror. ‘You’ll be pleased to know sir that we have made up some time already and expected time of arrival is now 2:46.’ ‘Oh that’s brilliant. Thanks so much. It’s such a lovely route this isn’t it. Nothing beats the U.K. countryside regardless how many countries I visit.’ ‘Have you travelled to many places then?’ ‘Oh goodness yes mam. My passport is my best friend both for work and leisure. I fly more than some people drive...well maybe cab drivers like yourself excluded, but you know what I mean.’ Conversation continued freely as time passed and Georgina found her passenger both easy to talk to, interesting and clearly intelligent. She also concluded that he had a highly influential job which paid exceptionally well. He obviously couldn’t be late for his meeting so despite her bladder giving more frequent jibes Georgina knew that her role was to keep driving and get her passenger to where he needed to be. Half an hour or so later and conversation was naturally dying down, partly because the passenger had received a few text messages and partly because Georgina was getting much more keen to use the toilet. The problem was there just wasn’t a toilet available as she drove through country road after country road with the odd lay-by but no sign of toilets anywhere. Besides she couldn’t afford to pull in even if there was one. Finally a sign to High Wigan appeared and Georgina smiled. Hopefully her bladder would get release soon as there was no way she could drive the two hour route back without using a toilet first. The closer Georgina got to High Wigan the more things became a little strange. She passed a police car sitting in a lay-by which she noted with interest. A few miles passed and another police car over took her cab on a two lanes stretch of road. ‘Goodness I wonder what’s going on here. It’s rare to see the police out so much in this quiet area.’ ‘Ah I might be able to explain that. I can’t tell you much due to data protection but the conference is of international importance and security is tight. You will probably be directed once in the hotel car park and I will be escorted in by police and you will be expected to drive straight out again.’ ‘Oh’ ‘I hope that isn’t an inconvenience at all. It’s just down to security I’m afraid. There wouldn’t be anything in the hotel that you would be interested in anyway I imagine. Unless you are a journalist or press photographer but I somehow don’t think you look like one of them!’ While the passenger chuckled at his own comment Georgina couldn’t help feeling nervous and worried. She had in fact hoped to pop into the hotel reception and ask to use the ladies. Having been wanting to go for quite some time now the idea of driving back on a full bladder wasn’t appealing at all. She’s never ever wanted to be a journalist or a press photographer but the idea suddenly appealed just to gain access to a toilet! After checking that her passenger was busy she gave herself a quick squeeze between her legs as she indicated to pull into the road of the hotel. Sure enough there were police and security everywhere. Within a mile of the hotel she was stopped and a police officer asked her to put her window down. He asked who the passenger was and even requested proof which Georgina handed from the passenger to the police officer. Being watched meant Georgina had to squeeze her thighs privately as she wriggled a little in her seat. She thought about asking the police if she could use the toilets in the hotel reception quickly but she changed her mind when she looked at how solemn and stern the officer looked. She just had to hold a bit longer. ‘Right mam. When the officer waves you in you can proceed down this lane and you will be directed where to allow your passenger to disembark. You must keep your engine on and as soon as you are instructed to do so please drive back out and up this road. I must stress that no photographs may be taken of the hotel or area at all and you must not leave your vehicle for any reason. Is that understood?’ ‘Yes of course’ Georgina wriggled a little more before pressing the clutch, putting the cab into gear and heading down the lane. ‘How much is the fair man?’ ‘The meter is reading £72 sir. I hope that’s ok?’ ‘Yes that’s fine. Thanks again. It’s been a lovely journey thanks and I really appreciate the prompt arrival time.’ Georgina was waved into a parking space right outside the main grand entrance as her passenger got out the driver’s side and handed Georgina a pile of notes through the window. With the engine still running Georgina did as instructed and reversed out and back down the lane, waving an acknowledgment to the policeman who had spoken to her just a few moments before. Now Georgina was struggling! She had banked on being able to use the toilets at the hotel having been desperate for a while on the long journey. As she indicated to turn left onto the duel carriageway and round the roundabout she looked anxiously around for any signs of anywhere she could go. As earlier though police and security was high and a helicopter even circulated ahead. That meant even pulling into a lay-by and finding a bush wasn’t even an option. The more Georgina thought about it the more she had to go. She turned round at the roundabout to head back to her home town thinking fast to find anywhere with a toilet. She thought back to the one portaloo she had seen on route but not only was it the opposite side of the road but it was also over an hour away yet and there was no way she could last that long! With police still everywhere all she could do was drive and hold and she wedged a hand between her leg to do just that. Turning down a long stretch of windy country road she hoped the police would disperse and that a lay-by would appear. The road seemed to go on forever and will more and more bends Georgina was forced to hold the steering wheel with both hands having to squeeze her muscles hard and wriggle on the seat. Finally she saw a lay-by in the distance. Just like as when she approached the hotel the idea of imminent release intensified the urgency for Georgina as she bounced and moaned as she drove. ‘Oh fuck I HAVE to pee so bad!’ She moaned to no-one but herself. She indicated, pulled in and turned the engine off as she used a hand to press hand against her crotch. ‘God I need to go!’ The lay-by had been empty but as Georgina opened the driver’s door another car pulled in right behind her cab and as she looked in her mirror a male passenger jumped out and ran to a nearby bush. Georgina sat in her cab rubbing hard and rocking not willing to embarrass herself in public in front of a man and cursing the fact she had leggings on that needed pulled down. ‘Would you stop pissing man! You are making this so much worse! Hurry up!! I NEED to wee!’ Shaking, sweating, rocking and rubbing Georgina willed the other car to go as she scanned around for somewhere to hide. Despite doing everything she felt her bladder contract and a warm trickle run into her knickers. ‘Why is there nowhere for woman to go! This is outrageous! What am I meant to do? Piss myself?’ As soon as the words were out her lips it was as if her body gained permission to do just that as another strong urge overtook poor Georgina’s body and her urethra popped like a cork had been pulled out. Suddenly urine whooshed into her knickers, down her leggings and soaked into the leather seat squelching beneath her large thighs and buttocks. It poured out for so long as Georgina gazed jealousy at the male stranger pissing freely at the side of the road while her clothes and seat filled still with warm smelly urine. Finally the other car drove away and Georgina climbed out the cab and walked to the rear as gravity made urine still run down the inside of her leggings. She clicked the boot open and rummaged for some kitchen roll she kept for clearing up vomit. It took the entire roll to dry her seat and she sat on the paper to continue the hour and a half back, parking round the back of her house to avoid being seen. Yes the passenger had paid well but it didn’t account for the fact that as a grown mature woman she had still disgraced herself all because there was just nowhere to pee.
  10. In past about 17 hours I I rummaged ALL POST @rachelkirwan made, which is almost 10000 posts. Phew~ I was looking for all story posted by her include one fiction and more then 100 experience, lots of the experience story is even longer than fiction! These story are just too good that I couldn't refrain myself from re-enjoy them again while I am doing this project! OK, let's get back to the point. I must be too tired now to focus on and I am still rewind 'a planned ultrasound accident' in my brain while typing... What I did in past 17 hours is search and collect all story her made ONE BY ONE BY HAND, plus some tiny edits include grammar & spelling(Ms. Kirwan I wasn't mean your story contain lots error, in fact I just found less than 15 grammar in all stories), font adjustment as well as rotation of some pics. And compile them into THREE different books (pants&panties, pads&diapers and bed wetting). Export them as EPUB. The rule of sorting: 1. One story will not appear in multiple books 2. Pants&panties compilation contain wetting without pads, diapers and bed wetting, but period pad is acceptable. 3. No special rules for the rest two collection. Volume of books: The pants&panties compilation contain 68,199 words, 40MB The pad&diaper compilation contain 107,899 words, 62MB The bed wetting compilation contain 11,636 word, 13.7MB Explanation of signs: The title of story include '(🎇)' means this story contain picture/s, and you could directly see them inside the file The title of story include '(📹)' means this story contain video/s, and you could click the link inside to download them here in her original post To Ms.Kirwan: I am sorry I did this prior your authorization, if you think it's okay please tell me and I will post these books here and Apple Books as well. In view of the typesetting and collective arrangement I did remove some link of your store from some stories, however, I did made a editor note at the beginning of each books that include your link. Hope you don't mind this. BTW do you have any special plan for your upcoming 10000th post? If books success be posted: Guys, I need you help find out if there's any story (no matter what the length is) missing or any error or mismatching or misroute in this collection. Thank you! I don't know how to operate Lighrroom or photoshop so the cover in books might be blur or has an incongruous hue. I am appreciate if someone help me enhance the pictures. Covers of these books: Phew~ sleeping time💤 See U~ P.S. R.I.P to me if I undergo a sudden death during sleeping.
  11. Tearful Theresa Theresa sat watching the Prime Minister expectantly. Seven long weeks without kissing her grandchildren, seven weeks without playing with them, pushing them on the garden swing, making them lunch and reading them stories was taking a huge emotional toll. Prior to the national lockdown she saw them daily, four days of which she had them both from 8am until 6pm to let their mum and dad work. Even on the days when either their dad or mum were off she still regularly took them to nursery, collected them or had them over for tea. They filled a hole in her heart that had been there since her own children flew the nest and gave her a reason to live. Bella and Bailey were everything to Theresa and at 18 months and 4 years old their toys, high chair, car seats, clothes, books and nappies were in every drawer, cupboard and room in the house, exactly as Theresa loved it. Theresa hung on Boris’s every word praying for hope, praying for a way to touch and hug those babies again. Every day without seeing them or being with them was breaking her and Theresa didn’t know how much longer she could go on. Yes she phoned them daily, video called them before bed and arranged small gifts to be delivered but it wasn’t the same as hugging them and the fact they only lived 2 miles away seemed to make the whole thing 100 times worse. At just 55 Theresa was so glad to have no major health issues nor be old enough to be forced to self isolate to avoid Coronavirus but, she as a law abiding citizen, regardless how much she loved her family, she knew that lockdown was needed. Still she cried herself to sleep every night missing her family like never before. Derek understood though he was still working driving lorries delivering essential food and taking every precaution possible to avoid bringing the virus to himself or his wife, even to the point of stripping off as he came in the door, much the amusement of his wife of 33 years. “From this coming Wednesday a few of the tight restrictions we have all been living with will now be eased. If you can not work from home you may return to work. You can now exercise outside an unlimited amount of times. You no longer need to exercise close to home and you may now drive to exercise...” Boris spoke on the TV. “Right ok. But can I see my babies Boris? Come on...” “We must all keep social distance at all times...” “Oh....I guess that’s it then. Here I was thinking he’d soften being a new father again Derek. I’m heartbroken...” “Let him finish woman! He might say more. Listen...” “You can now play sport outside..though only with your own family...those you live with. You may meet one member of another household outside...observing social distance at all times...you must not go into their house. You must remain outside, two metres apart at all times, in a park or outside space...and if the infection rate increases these changes will have to be looked at again. Stay alert, beat the virus, protect the NHS’ “What? Did I just hear him right? Did you hear that Derek? Did he say I can see Bella and Bailey?” Before Derek even had a chance to reply the phone was ringing. Theresa answered it with tears in her eyes knowing already who it would be. “Mum! You can see them! You can see me! Just two more days mum! Oh wait until I tell Bella tomorrow! Oh mum she’ll cry! I just know she will. Right...where and what time? Wait a second and I’ll check the weather..brilliant mum it’s to be sunny! Oh mum are you ok?” Theresa could barely speak. The very thought of just seeing her daughter, her son in law and her grandchildren in person again after almost two months of isolation from them was overwhelming. “I’m here darling. Oh Tammy! Oh Tammy! Wednesday can’t come quickly enough.” “Right mum. What about 11am before Bailey takes his nap? The children’s park is still locked and I don’t want the kids to see it but what about the river walkway down by Hyde street? You know the bench there? I’ll meet you at 11 and we can social distance and you can see the kids. It won’t be easy mum. Bailey will just want to toddle right to you as he always does and Bella will run and jump on your knee. I’ll put the reigns on Bella. She’ll hate it but it’s the only way and I’ll put Bailey in the buggy. Oh mum we can do this can’t we? We can meet and not hug? We’ll be ok won’t we? “We’ll be great sweetheart. I promise. You’re dad’s just made me a coffee! I think he reckons I need something to calm me down. I’ll video call in the morning ok. Give Jason my love and kiss those babies for me even If they are sleeping please!” “I will mum. Love you. Goodnight.” “Night sweetheart. I love you!” Theresa sipped at her coffee, exactly as she liked it and smiled at Derek. He winked back and said reassuringly, “See I told you you’d see them soon didn’t I?” “You did love. You certainly did.” ——— Wednesday morning Theresa woke alone as Derek had left early for work. She had some toast and a mug of tea and had a shower then chose her clothes carefully. Bailey loved snuggling into her fluffy fleece cardigan, it even smelt like him still but Bella loved her ‘grandma blouse’ which had a top pocket just like grandpas! Theresa smiled to herself as she put the blouse on with her loose skirt and tights and favourite flat shoes. It was a good half hour walk to Hyde Street but the fresh air would be good for her. Theresa found her favourite hand bag and filled it with treats for the children, a teddy for Bella and a ball for Bailey. Just time for a coffee and then she would leave. Theresa grabbed the cardigan that Bailey loved before heading out the door. It was sunny but a light breeze meant the cardigan would come in handy. Theresa looked out for her daughter and grandchildren as she approached their town but unable to see them she made her way to the bench and sat at one end. She so wanted to walk the ten minutes to Tammy’s but it would only take a neighbour to see and report her and Theresa shuddered at the very thought. Sitting alone by the river Theresa watched a lone duck in the water as a breeze blow her hair over her eyes. She clipped it back and pulled her cardigan closed. Maybe it was the cool air or sitting opposite the river or maybe it was the walk...but Theresa suddenly needed the toilet so she crossed her legs in the hope it would go away. As she waited for Tammy and the kids she thought about where might be open nearby that she could call in at on the walk home, assuming she might need to. Ideally she’d hold off until back home as she usually did when needing when out. Before she’d even thought where might be open Theresa heard that beautiful and special voice of Bella calling... “Grandma! Grandma...” Instinctively Theresa held her hands out to her firstborn grandchild then tears came quickly as she realised the reality of social distancing still. Before Bella could reach her she lifted out her favourite teddy from Grandma’s house and laid it on the other arm of the beach. It was hard not touching the children but after time the children and adults adapted and Theresa loved watching them and photographing them as they both investigated the river and played with the ball.Theresa needed the toilet but there was no way she was leaving her precious family having waited for this time for so long. As she watched the children she crossed and uncrossed her legs and shifted now and again on the bench. Tammy noticed and asked if she was cold but there was no way Theresa would admit her predicament to anyone, let alone her daughter. It wasn’t until Bailey became fussy that Tammy checked her watch and said she had better get the kids back home for lunch and Bailey’s nap. Torn between her now strong need for a toilet and not wanting to part from her family, Theresa could just nod as Tammy strapped the toddler in the buggy and called her daughter over. “We’ll video later mum. It won’t be much longer until it’ll be over. We’ll all be ok. I promise.” Theresa felt comforted by her daughters words but quite uncomfortable by the fact her bladder was feeling very full. She toyed with suggesting she come back with Tammy, knowing her house was less than ten minutes away but knew Tammy couldn’t agree even if she wanted. She waved tearfully as her family walked away, bouncing a knee now they were out of sight. ‘Oh I need a toilet’ she muttered quietly as she put her handbag over her head and shoulders and stood up. The very motion of standing having sat down for almost an hour send a wave of pressure through Theresa’s body. Half an hours walk home seemed out of reach all of a sudden as Theresa thought quickly about what her options were. She started walking as she decided she’d do her best to get home and go there. She’d just need to walk quickly! A few minutes later and Theresa had to pause to cross a road. The pressure between her legs was strong and she struggled to remain still. ‘Hurry up green man. Come on’ she voiced to herself, eager to keep moving as she felt in more and more need. She walked briskly, avoiding others as best as she could, her mind racing in her growing need to get home very quickly. Each subsequent road became a more difficult experience as by now Theresa could think of nothing more than getting home and peeing. Then she heard her name and looked across at someone waving to her. ‘Hi Theresa! You out for your exercise? Lovely day for it isn’t it.’ Theresa hated being anti social but she HAD to get home. She was bursting for the toilet now and every minute counted. She smiled and waved hoping this would be enough. ‘How’s Derek doing? We’re clapping for the likes of him every Thursday night you know!’ ‘Doing great! Sorry I can’t stop. Maybe see you soon! Stay safe!’ Theresa bit her lip as she briskly walked on. Her bladder ached. She pressed her thighs tightly together as she walked, hearing the nylon rubbing together and hoping she wasn’t making a huge hole in the tights. She wasn’t sure she would make it on time as her heart thumped with the stress of holding on. Just ten more minutes... At the end of the last street before her own Theresa paused for a second. There was a lane to Tesco and she hesitated as she wondered wether to keep trying for home or risk the toilets at Tesco. She needed oh so badly that she could hardly think now. What if there was a queue at Tesco? But what if she couldn’t make it home? Struggling to remain composed and aching to hold herself between her legs she edged down the path, lined on both sides by hedges of gardens. Quickly checking no-one could see she pressed a hand at the top of her thigh and bent forward in so much need. Embarrassed and emotional she stopped quickly and composed herself again as she walked sharply down the lane a little more and looked longingly at the store entrance. Was that a line of people waiting? She wasn’t sure. She pushed a leg up behind her as a strong urge rushed through her body. ‘Oh yikes. I need to go!’ she murmured sweating. Having another quick squeeze she took a few more steps before realising it was definitely a queue and she would in fact be quicker going home. Yet somehow frozen to the spot she concentrated so hard to squeeze her muscles closed and stay dry until she got home. She was frantic for the bathroom by now having been bursting for almost an hour and a half. Her bladder so full and aching and her thighs tightly squeezing with every move. In her younger days she might have risked letting a little go in the lane but she knew in her slightly older years that this would be fatal and she wouldn’t be able to stop. Determined to try and get home dry she walked quicker than before as she power walked back down the lane and onto the Main Street that ied to her own street. Seeing a couple walking a dog she put her head down and avoided eye contact as she marched quickly last them. Almost home she could feel dribbles escaping and a warmth tickling her between her underwear that teased and mocked her as she held on hard. ‘Almost there’ she cheered herself on as she finally turned into her home street. Opening her gate the thought of getting release from the pressure was almost too much for Theresa. She pushed her hand on the gate and marched on the spot revealing her severe predicament to anyone who could see. Every step down her path tortured her mind and bladder further as those few steps felt like miles upon miles. Standing at her own front door, her little porch with handing baskets and a gnome saying ‘welcome’ making her feel relaxed and relieved she dug in her handbag furiously for her key. Unable to control herself her found her other hand instinctively grabbing between her legs in a last ditch effort to hold on. ‘Come on Theresa. You’ve got this far...’ Finding the key finally Theresa pushed it into the lock and turned it as her handbag began vibrating as her mobile rang. ‘Not now...please not now...’ Theresa pushed the door open and stepped in, pulling the key out one handed and wishing her phone out with the other. She looked at the screen and saw Tammy’s name. Despite an agonising urgent need to pee Theresa couldn’t nit answer from her only daughter. What if something had happened to those babies of hers? ‘Hi’ ‘Hi mum! You sound out of breath. Are you ok?’ ‘Yes love. Just stepping inside the front door. You all ok?...actually Tammy can I call you back in a few minutes love...’ ‘I was just worried mum. You looked so stressed today. I’m worried about you.’ ‘I’m fine love. Honestly. Can I call you back love? I just need to...’ With the front door still wide open Theresa could feel tears welling up again. She was dripping again. She could feel it. Her pants were warm and damp and she was so incredibly desperate for the toilet. But something stopped her from telling her own daughter just how urgent, how desperate, how imperative it was that she got to the bathroom urgently. ‘Mum are you crying?’ ‘I’m fine love...’ But Theresa wasn’t fine. Standing just inside her own front door, with the door wide open for anyone to see who happened to pass, she could feel urine running down the inside of her tights. She wanted to scream, to cry, to run away. How could a mum, a grandma even, find herself in such a situation like this unable to hold her own bladder? ‘Mum? You’ve gone quiet. Are you there mum?’ Theresa stood in silence for a moment as her legs warmed more, her underwear filled fast and her cheeks reddened. The relief wasn’t instant, her body was trying so hard still to hold back, but she couldn’t do it any longer. She couldn’t hold it. She couldn’t refrain. She couldn’t control her own body. She took a deep breathe, sighed audible, and relaxed as the current flowed quicker and quicker between her legs, now rushing violently down both legs and polling under the feet of her tights. She stepped out of her flat shoes and broadened her legs slightly feeling the squelching and warm as she did so. ‘Mum? Mum?’ ‘Sorry sweetheart. I was....just shutting the door and picking up the mail.’ ‘Mum you sound tearful...’ ‘It’s fine love. It’s just...you know how it is when you’ve waited for something so so long and then it finally happens... but it’s not quite how you hoped it would be?’ ‘It’s ok mum. I’m sure next time will be better. As long as you are ok. I’ll video call later ok. Love you!’ ‘Yes honey. Next time will be better won’t it! Love you too!’ Theresa presses the phone off, pushed the door closed and stripped off her clothes until she was naked, just like her husband had been doing when he got home for 7 and a half weeks now. He always said it was to stop the so read of the virus but now Theresa couldn’t help but wonder if maybe, even if just once, he too had had a similar accident and didn’t want her to know? That thought made her smile as she placed her wet skirt, tights and underwear into the washing machine and headed upstairs for another shower.
  12. Panicking Pam Pam opened her fridge and knew right away that the boys had had breakfast already. She picked up the almost empty milk, thankful there was enough for a mug of tea at least. Sitting at the breakfast bar she could see Frank in the makeshift study (previously the laundry room before Covid 19), and in the distance she could see Martin on the laptop lounging in the front room. She could only assume Max was on his xbox in his bedroom as per usual. She had a quick skim through Facebook on her phone and then checked the news while she finished her tea then put on her anorak to take Patch for his walk. Pam was so thankful to live near a park where Parch could wander at his own pace, sniffing and meandering freely as she walked the standard two mile walk he was so accustomed to. He was getting on in years now and this twice a day walk was more than sufficient but now more than ever Pam was glad she didn’t need to go far. Times were very different to normal and while she used to love seeing familiar people on her twice daily walk now she was glad the park was empty as everyone was living in fear of a deadly virus. Back home Pam ran the kitchen tap until it ran cold then filled a glass with water and gulped it down. It was surprisingly warm for early April and the anorak had made her sweat. A brief check of the freezer and cupboards before opening the kitchen drawer and grabbing some bags, she popped her head into where Frank was to let him know she was off to brave the supermarket for their once a week shop. Frank kissed her on the cheek and she shouted up to Max and waved to Martin, showing him the bags as he had earphones in, before she headed out the door. Pam didn’t drive, neither did her partner and neither of her boys were quite old enough for lessons, though both were desperate to learn when they could. Being reliant on buses during a pandemic wasn’t ideal but Pam knew they were still running even if the timetable was reduced. The streets were quiet and otherwise busy roads saw very little traffic and Pam let her mind wander as she waited the 25 minutes for the bus. No-one had joined her at the bus stop and she was just one of three passengers now on the bus. Sitting on the warm bus taking the familiar twenty minute ride to the supermarket Pam felt a twinge between her legs, thought she simply ignored it as she gathered her bags and purse ready to disembark from the bus. Pam hadn’t anticipated the scene that awaited her as she walked up the ramp into the supermarket car park. She hadn’t seen this many cars in the car park since the week before Christmas! She headed down the short path towards the main doors her eyes blinking in the sun as it suddenly sank in that the people she could see where actually queuing just to get in! The closer she got the longer the queue seemed as she followed the line of socially distanced strangers silently waiting to enter the store as the line stretched along the side of the store, down the side of the car park, turned round on its self and snaked back again! There must easily be over 100 people in front of her she realised. Noting they all had trolleys already she looked around for the nearest trolley bay and headed to get one. By the time she had a trolley and headed to the queue it had stretched even longer! She joined the end and waited patiently. Ten minutes later she had barely moved as a store colleague headed along the line offering free bottles of water and an open tub of chocolates for those waiting. Pam was warm so readily took the water and decided a chocolate might help keep her energy up too. By the time she finally reached the edge of the store building she’d drank three quarters of her bottle and felt more frequent familiar urges the same as she had on the bus earlier. Pam checked her watch and realised she had been out the house almost an hour an a half already and still she wasn’t even inside the supermarket yet! Feeling another twinge she moved from one foot to the other as the queue edged slightly forward. Now able to see inside the store through the long glass windows Pam could see people in masks and gloves working at the checkouts and she hoped it wouldn’t be much longer before they were serving her. She wouldn’t usually ever use the bathrooms in the supermarket, preferring to wait until she was back home, but given the long wait to get in and a potential long wait for a bus back home, combined with the fact she already needed to go, she reasoned she would visit the ladies quickly before doing her shopping. That thought didn’t help her need to go and she found herself more and more distracted by her bladder as the queue seemed to slow down the closer she got to the entrance. There was now no doubt in her mind that she would definitely find the toilets as soon as she was in as her private areas tingled between her legs and she tapped her foot on the ground anxiously. In front of her a couple stood chatting to each other so much they hadn’t noticed the line move forward. Pam, normally shy and reserved but now very much in need of a toilet, found herself getting annoyed and when they still hadn’t moved 30 seconds later she couldn’t help but say something. ‘Excuse me. Could you move up please!’ It came across more bossy than she meant it but Pam was flustered and stressed, hot and in need of release. The couple looked back briefly before tutting and moving forward. Pam could count how many were in front of her now but standing right in line of the sun was making her hot and bothered. Despite already really needing to use the ladies she finished the bottle of water she had been given and placed it in the bin as she moved forward a little more. Just five people in front of her now, thank goodness. Another one in. Then another. Pam was getting anxious. She didn’t want to make it obvious to anyone that she was bursting but standing still wasn’t easy at all. She tapped her foot, curled her toes in her trainers and bit her lip. She couldn’t even remember when she joined the queue because all she could think about now was getting to the loo as soon as she could. Just three in front now. Finally. As another few left the store the young man in front of the couple was nodded to go in but then Pam watched in horror as a member of staff came closer to the couple and whilst still remaining socially distanced to them the staff member was clearly telling them something they weren’t happy with. Pam silenced her thoughts to overhear. ‘Sorry. It’s one person one trolley. There’s signs all along where you were waiting. I can’t let you both in together I’m afraid.’ ‘But we live together for goodness sake! We are married! We always shop together and we have waited almost an hour to get in! Surely you can make an exception? That’s a ridiculous rule! You just let a woman in a minute ago with a baby! You didn’t say the baby needed it’s own trolley did you! You can’t make one of us go to the back of the queue? The frozen food would be defrosted before they even go in the store! Come on!’ Pam moaned under her breath. She didn’t need this and she was sure the store assistant didn’t need it either! Whilst another two customers left out the other door Pam crossed her legs impatiently. Why did she need to be behind an argumentative couple now of all times when she just wanted into the store toilet before shopping! Pam could feel her heart beating faster now as she hated confrontation but mostly because her need to pee was getting stronger by the second. She pulled one leg behind her and bent a little forwards leaning into the trolley. A married woman in her forties should not be pee dancing outside a supermarket and Pam did all she could to disguise her need. Finally Pam watched as the gentleman in front reluctantly walked away and Pam tried not to look too flustered and panicky as she waited to be told she could enter the store finally. She watched anxiously as another customer left, begging inwardly for the staff member to let her in so she could walk quickly to the ladies. But she didn’t. Pam looked at her annoyed and when yet another customer left she found herself getting more and more stressed. Her body was screaming for release and yet here she was at the mercy of a store colleague releasing her to be allowed in. Despite all her efforts to hide her need when another urge came strongly Pam couldn’t stop herself bouncing on her heels and crossing her legs. She had to say something. She had been waiting long enough now. ‘Excuse me. Am I allowed in yet! Sorry to ask it’s just...it’s just I have been waiting a long time and I emm...I have a bus to catch home. Thanks’ ‘I’m really sorry. I am just waiting on the gentleman in front of you returning. Apparently he hadn’t realised the rules of one person one trolley so he’s just away to get a trolley then I will let him in and then you. Sorry for your wait madam.’ Pam desperately wanted to argue but the poor store colleague looked tired and stressed. So she tried to hold on just a little bit longer. However, when yet another customer wheeled their full trolley out and she could barely stand still for her need to pee she mustered up the courage to ask again. ‘Sorry to ask again, it’s just that I can’t see him coming back and...actually I really need to use the ladies. Would it be ok if I just headed in and he can come in after me?’ The colleague looked sympathetically at Pam, noticing the strain on her face and how her legs continually tapped. She nodded for her to head in and Pam pushed the trolley fast inside the double doors frantically looking for the toilets. She’d never used them so wasn’t familiar with where they were. It took a few fast paced minutes with her head racing and panic setting in more and more before she finally found them. Pushing the trolley through the first door Pam began dancing more as the thought of imminent release intensified her need to pee. She saw a sign on the gents and baby change but didn’t stop to read them but as she went to push open the ladies door and found it locked she quickly read the sign posted to that door too. ‘Due to the outbreak of Covid 19 and to protect our customers unfortunately these toilets are currently unavailable. We apologise for any inconvenience caused.’ Pam grabbed herself between the legs and moaned. She was absolutely bursting for the loo but with no other shops nearby open and no other toilets therefore available she stood there dancing on the spot with her hand between her legs in an absolute panic of what to do. Getting the bus home wasn’t an option as she needed food for her family and there was no way she would be able to wait for a bus anyway without peeing herself. She had no other option but to try and shop with an over full and desperate bladder. Pam wanted to cry. She pushed the trolley back out and into the fruit section quickly putting in bananas, apples, grapes, oranges and pears all whilst trying to stay decent. She walked to the vegetables and put in potatoes, carrots, onions, cauliflower, broccoli and leeks, all the while tapping her foot and biting her lip. She moved to the salad and bent over to put in a bag of mixed leaves, a cucumber, some tomatoes and celery when she felt warm dribbles leak into her knickers. Standing upright Pam panicked. She urgently HAD to get to a toilet. NOW. She looked around for a staff member seeing a pizza counter and raced over. Struggling to breathe she jiggled on the spot frantically as she tried to explain quietly that she urgently needed to find a bathroom. The staff member shrugged and apologised saying unfortunately the bathrooms were locked ‘due to Covid’. Pam panicked as another dribble oozed out of her despite clamping her muscles shut as tightly as she could. Looking around for the quietest aisle she could she raced towards the make up, assuming it was quiet as no-one had anywhere to go currently. Checking no-one else was around she picked up a lipstick and pretended to look at it whilst bending forwards and grabbing herself. Silently, embarrassingly, Pam stood there helpless with the lipstick tightly in her hand still as another long spurt shot out, running down the inside of her leg and pulling into her sock. This time another spurt followed and Pam couldn’t stop as pee continued to flow freely down her leg squelching in her socks and trainers as her bladder relaxed and pushed the content squashed inside it out finally. Unable to do much else Pam casually placed the lipstick back on the shelf, pulled her trainer off and poured out the liquid amassed in it under the counter before putting it back on and pushing the trolley to the next aisle where she placed in some sanitary towels, shampoo and shower gel before continuing on with her full weeks grocery shop hoping that with everything else going on in the world right now that no-one would see that she had wet herself in desperation due to the restrictions of a worldwide epidemic. Everyone would remember the pandemic, thought Pam, but for her it would forever remind her of the panic on finding the ladies locked and what happened as a result.
  13. Made on September 21 2020 Vanellope couldn't hold it. So this is my first Vanellope omo I seen a few omo pictures of her and I thought I should do one. I hope to do more soon.
  14. Made on September 14 2020 This is Inez from a show called Cyberchase. Has anyone ever seen or heard of this show? Well I've have in fact I've always wanted to do a Inez omo for years.
  15. Made In July 19 2020 So this picture I just made in like 20 minutes and it shows a little bit. This is the first time a ever drew Vambre from Mighty Magiswords. I'm not to familiar with the show I've had heard of it but I have not seen any episodes, but I've seen the characters and I thought Vambre look pretty cute. In fact she looks just right for Omorashi stuff I'm surprise I haven't seen her in more Omorashi stuff.
  16. Made in June 25 2020 Kim and Shego really need to learn to go before battle. So here my very first Omorashi of Kim Possible and Shego.
  17. Woke up with a very full bladder this morning. Planning on a no potty day. Would love to have someone to talk to and maybe control me a little 🙃
  18. The bright sun shone above Cassidy as she pulled into a parking spot. Her new Honda was an 18th birthday present from her parents, and she had treated it well over the year it had been her's. Cassidy locked the car after grabbing her water bottle and stepping out. She was dressed in a salmon athletic top with matching leggings. Taking a sip from her bottle, she headed toward the large grey building that housed her local gym. Cassidy was very conscious of how she looked. Four years of high school could do that to a person. She had been coming to this gym specifically for about a year and a half, and knew every inch of it. She pulled open the door and was greeted by the scent of disinfectant. It wasn't the best aroma, but it could definitely be worse. Stretching out her leg muscles Cassidy walked to the bathroom. It was a habit of hers to use the restroom before engaging in any physical activity. She had seen too many videos online of women wetting themselves while lifting or doing something of the sort. Cassidy did not want to become the next viral sensation. Entering the locker room that housed the toilets, Cassidy noticed a big yellow wet floor sign. She peered around the corner to see that the floor of the bathroom was almost totally flooded. A staff member was struggling to try to mop the sopping floor, with little success. "Sorry, we've had a leak." said the staff person. "A pipe burst". "Oh! No problem!" Cassidy said cheerfully. She was only slightly concerned as she didn't really have to go anyway. It was more of a precaution than anything. Exiting the locker room, Cassidy headed into the main gym area to begin her work out. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alison looked behind her to see a girl dressed in all pink exiting the bathroom biting her lip. It wasn't the first time she had seen someone exiting the flooded bathroom looking concerned. Thinking back, Alison counted three other girls that had been turned away from the bathroom. Alison herself hadn't been inside, but still knew that there was no way that the restrooms would be fit for use until tomorrow at the earliest. Stepping off of the treadmill she had been using, Alison wiped her brow and took a big drink of water. She was perspiring heavily and was thankful for her choice of gray gym shorts over the leggings that she was originally going to wear. Alison took a quick break, scanning the complex. She pulled a strand of her long brown hair from her eyes as she looked around. She quickly was able to spot the other three girls she had seen attempt to enter the bathroom earlier. Two of them stood side by side next to a weight rack. One was taller than the other and had blond hair that flowed down her back in waves. She wore grey leggings that complemented her toned lower body. Her top looked to bear the logo of some college Alison had never heard of. It was bright red with a dragon on the back. The shorter of the two stood next to the tall blond. Her black hair matched the leggings she was wearing. Her hair was shorter, but still longer than Alison's which sat about mid way down her back. The girl's hair was pulled up into a ponytail in an attempt to keep it out of her eyes. As the two girls chatted, Alison couldn't help but notice the tall one shifting around frequently. She glanced back at the locker room before turning around once again. The third girl took Alison a little longer to find. She was in the corner of the gym using the leg press machine. Her face was facing Alison and she could clearly see the effort the girl was putting into her exercise. The effort had obviously paid off. As the girl stood up Alison could see that she was gorgeous. She had a supermodel body, and her dirty blond hair looked silky smooth. She had a tan complexion, and walked with a rare confidence. Alison could see no signs of desperation from the girl, even though she had been there the longest. Her rest up, Alison turned back to the treadmill. She turned the machine on and began to run. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Skyla looked down at her green leggings and forced her thighs to stop shaking. She had just finished up with the leg press and was about to move on, but the moment she stood up she had felt a drop of pee hit her underwear. Skyla had needed to pee for what had felt like forever. She had arrived at the gym almost an hour ago and had needed to go then. She tried not to let the desperation show, but she was having a harder time keeping the worried expression of her face as time went on. She pulled back her dirty blond hair into a ponytail and took a look at herself in the mirror. She smiled. Skyla's body was her temple. She had been working out for years, and it showed. Her tan skin was damp with sweat, but she still was satisfied with her appearance. An ache from her bladder brought her back to the problem at hand. Skyla didn't have many options; she could continue her workout like nothing was wrong but she didn't know how long she could keep up the facade. The other option was to leave and go home. Skyla lived about ten miles from the gym, but felt that the drive was worth it. Skyla fought with her indecision before she finally decided on a course of action. She would stay at the gym for now. If things got really bad, she could always go home then. Smiling, Skyla walked down the row of exercise equipment and found her next machine. On the way there she noticed two girls standing by a weight rack. Maybe it was just because she was dealing with her own bodily struggles, but Skyla swore that the taller of the two had to pee also. Shrugging, Skyla sat down determined to hold on for as long as possible. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Jasmine was in trouble. She didn't know what to do. She desperately needed to pee, and there were no available places to do so. Her friend Angela looked at her sympathetically. Jasmine and Angela had been friends for a while now. They liked to spend time together whether at school, home, or the gym. Jasmine had made Angela well aware of her current predicament. It was not the first time one or both of them had been on the verge of an accident while they were in each other's company. Her grey leggings would do nothing to hide an accident if worse came to worst. Jasmine felt a leak hit the lining of her panties. She stood up straight as a board, dropping the weight she was holding. It made a metallic clang as it hit the floor, and Jasmine looked around sheepishly. Nobody had seemed to notice. Looking urgently at Angela, Jasmine grabbed her arm and started dragging her away from the rack. "Where are we going?" asked Angela in alarm. "We're going to my car and then I'm driving home so I can use the bathroom" came Jasmine's reply. "That bad huh?" Her concerned friend asked. Jasmine responded with a curt nod, and Angela followed with no further protest. Truth be told, Angla also had to use the restroom, and would not complain about finding relief as soon as possible. The two girls walked briskly to Jasmine's car. there they paused for only a brief moment for Jasmine to pull the keys out of her pocket and unlock the doors. "Can you drive?" Jasmine asked." I kinda have other things to worry about". "Of course" said Angela as she hopped in the car. She hadn't realized her friend's need was so dire. She started to wonder if they would make it home in time for Jasmine to end the day with dry pants. Angela quickly put the car in drive and pulled out of the parking lot into the road. She drove down the street going just over the speed limit before hitting the highway. There she pushed the pedal down farther and began the nad dash toward home. After about ten minutes of silent travel, Jasmine let out a small gasp from the passenger's seat. She had leaked again. A small stain about the size of a grape had appeared on her leggings. It was now or never. She was on the verge of a full scale accident. "Pull over!" She shouted. "What?" came Angela's confused reply. "Pull over I'm about to pee myself!" Jasmine shouted. Quickly, Anglea looked for a secluded area to pull over. They had just gotten off the highway and were rapidly approaching residential area. Scanning her surroundings Angela found a promising spot. she leaned into a sharp right turn and pulled into an empty parking lot. An abandoned shopping mall sat on the far side of the lot, its windows dark. Jasmine held on for dear life. She felt her bladder loosen and knew it was almost the end. The car hit a bump and she began to lose it. A small trickle of pee began spilling out of her overfilled bladder. The car stopped a moment later. Jasmine fumbled with the door handle, her pants slowly getting wetter. She finally wrenched open the door and nearly threw herself from the car. Angekla could see a dark stain forming on the rear of Jasmine’s pants as she stumbled out of the car. Now peeing full force Jasmine attempted to pull her pants down as fast as possible. After a few perilous seconds, she managed to get undressed. Squatting low to the pavement she emptied the remaining contents of her bladder onto the pavement below. As her stream finally died down Jasmine looked around to survey the damage. A large puddle had formed under her feet, and the edges of her shoes were damp with pee. Blushing she stood up. As she pulled up her pants she grimaced. She had not been spared by the pit stop. She could feel that her ass was almost completely soaked, and there were streaks a few inches long traveling down the inside of her thighs. It would be clear to anyone that she had had an accident. Jasmine groaned it wasn't the first time, adn probably wouldn't be the last. Meanwhile in the car Angela was squirming in her seat. she had not meant to look, but watching Jasmine was like a car accident, you just couldn't look. away. It had done her bladder no favors however. her need had increased tenfold from watching Jasmine, and she was now on the verge of an accident herself. Jasmine climbed back into the car. "You okay Angie?" "Not really. Let's just say you might not be the only one to pee yourself today". They continued their drive insilence. The girls were only a block away from Jasmine's house when disaster struck. They hit a red light. Angela's hands shot to the crotch of her black leggings as she shifted back and forth. Her bladder yearned for relief and Angela was half willing to give it. Why not? she thought. It's not like Jasmine could judge me for it. This moment's indecision was enough to send Angela over the edge and she felt the flood gates open. She squealed as she started to pee. The crotch of her leggings grew warm in an instant. She was frozen in place as she helplessly peed into her underwear. She felt the warm liquid begint to travel down in the seat, pooling around her rear. Two streams began to fall off of the seat onto the floor of the car. An audible hiss filled the air as Angela emptied her bursting bladder. She felt drained, both mentaly and physically. She sat at the light for a few seconds longer before Jasmine told her it was green. The girls slowly pulled into Jasmine's driveway. "I'm sorry about making a mess in your car" Angela said quietly. "Don't worry about it. If it wasn't for you I would have done the same." The two girls smiled and looked at each other before heading inside to get cleaned up and changed. ————————————————————— Back at the gym, Cassidy and Skyla were both in similar situations. Skyla has reached her breaking point and if it wasn’t for her stubbornness she would have left already. She had been telling herself that she could wait until she was done with her workout to go. This montra was coming closer and closer to being false every minute. She could see her bulging bladder through the waistband of her green leggings. Her desperation was reaching a limit, and her bladder would empty itself soon, whether Skyla wanted it to or not. Across the gym, unaware of Skyla’s predicament, Cassidy was facing the same problem. Her need to pee had also grown exponentially. She had thrown herself into her workout In an attempt to put the need out of her mind. Although this approach had worked for a while, it was not as effective anymore. Cassidy felt as if she were about to explode. She had already emptied her water bottle earlier without thinking of the consequences. Now she was paying the price. Just a little more she thought. After this set I’ll go home and use the bathroom. Having made a mental pact with herself, Cassidy felt much better. She would just finish this set, and then she would be free. Turning back to the leg press machine, She got ready to start. With a grunt she heaved the heavy plate upward before letting it fall slowly down. She repeated this action a few more times, each time thinking of how close she was to relive. Cassidy’s bladder was not content to wait however. On one of her final reps, Cassidy strained with the effort of pushing the plate up and felt her hold falter. She was in no position to prevent the upcoming accident. Cassidy was forced to stay still as a long jet of pee shot into her salmon colored leggings. Cassidy gasped and let the plate drop. She quickly shot up and inspected the damage. She was horrified to see a small wet spot on her pants. The strange part was that she didn’t feel as desperate anymore. She considered her options and decided that since she only had one rep left in the set she would finish it up and then go home. This would prove to be her fatal mistake. As Cassidy pushed the plat up once more, her bladder gave up for good. Under the strain of the exercise, Cassidy was unable to contrail her body. Warm pee shot into her pants as she began to wet herself. She was frozen in place. As she watched her leggings turn a dark shade as urine splashed against her legs. In her elevated position, the pee slid down her ass, pouring in rivers off her body onto the ground. The seat of the machine was soaked, and the floor was forming a puddle. Acting mostly on instinct. Cassidy shot to her feet still peeing, and sprinted as fast as she could in the direction of the door, Tears clouded her vision as she ran out into the parking lot. She could still feel the excess pee running down the inside of her thighs. Without a second’s hesitation, Cassidy hopped in the driver's seat and speed off towards her house. Her worst dream had been realized. She vowed that there was no way she would ever go back to that gym as long as she lived. ————————————————————— Skyla stares In horror at Cassidy’s back as she sprinted out of the gym. She had just seen a grown woman wet her pants. She was astonished, and with several patrons, stood staring in the vague direction of the accident. Skyla suddenly realized that she should take this incident as a warning. She could end up just like that if she wasn’t careful. Quickly, Skyla grabbed her bag and headed to the door. She grabbed the handle and left. Breathing a sigh of relief, Skyla looked around for her car. Suddenly, she realized that she didn’t drive to the gym. She had taken the bus. Groaning, Skyla raced around the corner to the bus stop. She was just in time to see the bus pull into the street and drive away. She ran to the stop and looked at the sign. It said the buses are 30 minutes apart. This news was nearly too much for Skyla. She felt her bladder spasm and her hands shot in between her legs in an attempt to stop any potential leaks. Skyla composed herself and sat down on a bench next to the bus stop. She was okay, she thought. I can wait 30 minutes. I’ll be fine. Fifteen minutes had passed and Skyla was certainly not fine. She was bouncing up and down constantly. Her hands were permanently lodged in between her thighs. She was minutes maybe seconds away from an accident. After another five minutes of waiting the inevitable came to pass. It started with a small leak. A second long stream of pee turned into something more. Every ten seconds more urine flooded Skyla’s leggings. Eventually Skyla gave in. She leaned her head back and let go. Warm liquid rushed into her green leggings. She stood up and felt the pee run down the inside of her thighs. It wound around her legs hitting the back of her calves before pooling on the ground. Skyla let out a moan of relief and let the warm sensation take her away. When Skyla finally stopped peeing, the entirety of her legs were soaked. She looked down to see that most of her olive green leggings had turned a few shades darker. It was the first time Skyla had ever wet herself. She felt strange. She was both shameful and relieved at the same time. Before Skyla had a chance to really dive into her feelings she saw the bus pull around the corner. She grimaced as she thought of all the people that would bear witness to her accident. Quickly she darted to the back and sat down hoping that she had remained unseen. Skyla settled back into her seat and waited until the bus began to move. It felt like no time before the bus had reached her stop. Gingerly, she stood before walking briskly off the vehicle. She walked for about another block before coming to her house. She let herself in with the key in her bag. And went straight to the bathroom. She definitely needed a shower, and then a nap. She had had a long day ————————————————————— Alison had now seen all of the girls leave the building with various stages of dry pants. She could only imagine what had happened outside. She assumed that there had been more than a few accidents. It was now her time to go home. She packed up her bag, said goodbye to the staff, and left. Alison hopped into her card and drove home. On the way there she felt a familiar sensation in her lower body. She smiled. Ever since Alison was in high school, she had loved the feel of wetting her pants. There was nothing like the warmth of the pee running down her legs. It was one of her favorite activities. Seeing three desperate girls and even one accident. It was almost more than she could take. As soon as she pulled into her driveway, Alison jumped out of her car. She nearly ran into the house in her excitement. She sprinted upstairs and dove onto her bed. Sitting up on her knees Alison began to release. The pee poured out of her bladder, quickly soaking the crotch of her grey shorts. A stain formed in no time at all and soon a stream was pouring onto her bed. Her thighs were soaked as rivers of warmth ran down her legs coalescing in a single puddle on her bed located directly under her legs. Alison was In ecstasy. She felt incredible. After her stream died down she collapsed onto her mattress. After taking a few minutes to cool off, she got up and took off her soiled clothes. Moving into the laundry room, she dropped them into a hamper. After taking a hot shower, she collapsed back onto the bed and was instantly on the verge of sleep. She couldn’t wait to do it again tomorrow.
  19. Reasons she couldn’t go: Pride Paula was the only girl in her family. The youngest of five her parents were so convinced hey were having another boy they never bothered with the gender scan and even named her Paul, having to hastily add an ‘a’ at the end in shock the day she was born. By the time she was 2 she preferred her brother)s hand me down dungarees and joggers to the frilly dresses everyone tried to put on her, pulling tights off every time someone put them on her. As she grew Paula was a wonderful mix of confident female but strong and as fit as any of her brothers. She could score a goal at football, down a pint and her favourite place was on the builders site with her dad, but yet she could dress to impress with skinny jeans, sleeveless top and incredible make up skills that made even her brothers turn their heads. Smart, savvy, and determined Paula left school with straight A’s but bucked any thought of going to university, determined instead to go into building and expand her father’s business. Paula could put her hand to most things: building, plastering, roofing, plumbing and even basic electrics, though roofing soon became a firm favourite as she loved the climbing and danger of being on the roof. Being surrounded by men didn’t phase her one bit, it was natural, but she always felt she had to prove both her ability and strength just because she happened to be female. Paula had spent her evenings promoting her dad’s business on social media, an area he hadn’t even even thought about. She made a short video for tiktok, an advert for YouTube and a bright shareable poster for twitter and Facebook. Within hours the phone was ringing and she organised visits and pricing. Her father was delighted and thanked Paula by making her project manager on a large church roof replacement that would take over a week to complete. Paula was delighted, ordering the parts, booking scaffolding and ringing delivery companies for a skip and tiles. Paula arrived on scene in a pair of work jeans, a short sleeved t-shirt and her protective hat, and fasted the protective clips around her. The scaffolding was erected and the team of male colleagues ready to go. She finished her take away tea, tossed the cup in the skip and climbed up the scaffolding to start. The thrill of stripping the old roof excited Paula as she joked and laughed with the lads. The sun was out and soon Paula shouted for them all to have a break. They all made their way down and Davie was nominated to go to the shop for cans of cold juice. Paula drank hers in minutes before shouting to the others to head up as soon as they were ready. The church was closed and Sarah was aware there was no nearby toilets on the high street but up on the roof she spotted a number of the guys freely pissing discreetly at the back of the church out of sight of the public. Her dad had always reminded her to order port a loos but Paula felt the expense could be better spent elsewhere. The guys never complained and she learnt to hold all day anyway so if no-one complained she wasn’t going to either. After another break for late lunch the old roof was finally off and Paula spent the rest of the afternoon securing tarpaulin to keep the building water tight overnight. It proved much more difficult than planned, not helped by the fact by mid afternoon Paula really needed the toilet. Down below she watched frustratingly as Davie pissed freely behind the church as she crossed her legs on the scaffolding and gritted her teeth. If only the plastic cover would secure so she could finish and get home to the toilet. If only she could overcome her pride and piss behind the church like all the others! Hitting another glitch Paula radioed for the team to gather at the side of the building to discuss how to secure the tarpaulin best overnight. Thankful to be on the ground Paula waited while the others joined her, moving around loads and stepping from foot to foot. Hearing her dad’s voice in her mind reminding her to always order the port a loo she bit her lip and crossed her legs, wishing she had listened to him instead of thinking she knew better. She was too proud to tell him he was right as she checked she was still alone before quickly grabbing between her legs. She needed the building water tight and quick because it wasn’t just the building that needed protecting from leaks right now! Tam, an experienced older man on the team came to Paula’s rescue as he suggested tying the tarpaulin to the scaffolding for tonight and securing with bricks from the debris. Paula agreed, both because the idea was great but also because she didn’t have time to waste as her bladder continued to pulse and her pussy tingled in desperation. It was getting harder to keep her need from the team as she couldn’t stand still as they discussed and agreed the best places to tie the sheet. A few of the guys looked teasingly as her, one even jokingly asking if she was auditioning for ‘worlds best dancer’ on TV. Paula laughed it off but felt her cheeks redden regardless. Paula could easily have left the guys to tie the tarpaulin but she hated them thinking she was skiving so she once again climbed the scaffolding and took up heavy bricks to weigh the covering down. Finally she was satisfied it was water tight and she released the team to go home before returning bright and early the following day. As they each headed away Paula checked the coast was clear and grabbed her crotch again as she stood at the side of her lorry. Her bladder hurt and the waist of her jeans dug in so Paula undid the clip and climbed into the drivers cab, absolutely desperate for a bathroom. She bounced on the seat with both hands in her crotch as she cursed herself for not getting a port a loo. Suddenly remembering she would be back again tomorrow and it was close to 5pm she picked up her mobile and ran through her contacts deciding to swallow her pride and book a port a loo for the rest of the week. Of course there was no phone number in her contacts as she’d refused to book one before so with one hand clutched tightly between her thighs Paula called her dad hoping he could help. The phone rang but went to his answer phone while Paula left a breathless message as she bounced frantically in the drivers seat, her knees hitting the steering wheel often. There was no way she could possibly drive in the state she was in and Paula decided there was nothing left but to ditch her pride and head to the back of the church as all the others had done and pee outside. Still holding her mobile she started hobbling around the building when her mobile rang. Paula saw it was her dad and instinctively answered. As she got closer to the rear of the church her phone signal cut right back to the point she could hardly hear her dad. Paula was left with a problem: cut her dad off, pee behind the church and risk having to do this all week knowing if a port a loo wasn’t ordered before the company shut she’d most likely be stuck all week in the same situation or wait long enough to get her dad to order a port a loo tonight but risk peeing herself right now. Paula couldn’t bring herself to cut her dad off and pride prevented her telling him that she was so absolutely desperate to pee she was seconds away from wetting. Embarrassed and sweating she leaned back on the scaffolding in tears as she tried to tell her dad the site details to order a portable toilet. As she gave him dates and postcodes she wrapped her legs around the scaffolding and pulled herself close as if cuddling it. The pressure in her bladder eased very slightly with having something hard against it but nothing could hold off the inevitable as poor Paula wet herself spectacularly whilst her dad ordered the very thing that could have prevented it happening. If only Paula hadn’t been so full of pride. Then again haven’t we all found ourselves in difficult situations at times and wished we could swallow our pride and just say we made a mistake. I know I have and ust like Paula mine was also bathroom related but that’s a story for another theme!
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