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  1. If you like what you've seen on my profile, but would really like to see something specific from me (it doesn't have to be Undertale-related ^^'), here's the place to voice your desire! Before you go down to submit your request, be sure to follow the makeshift rules of this thread: 1) No overly-explicit nudity (i.e. clothes may be pulled to the side for the purpose of urination or for a given reason, but one's genitalia will not be drawn for the sole purpose of doing so). You may ask for certain possibilities of 'bending' this rule, but it is not guaranteed that you will be given a positive response. 2) As a personally-imposed limit, do not request art that involves watersports (intentionally), scat/messing (desperation of which allowed), vomit, gore (mild blood allowed), non-consenual sexual activity, or underage characters. 3) Ensure that there is reference material of the desired character(s). An easily-researchable character may be referenced in a request, but if you would like an OC or someone else to be involved, please attach an image or a description of their appearance. Do not be afraid to go into too much detail. 4) Do your best to provide a compelling scenario for the character(s). In other words, it would be easy to say 'draw xyz desperate' and wait for your art, but I'm not going to know what to do; I try my best to reflect a characters' thoughts and motivations in my art. In a similar fashion to rule 3, the more detail that you add to your request, the higher the chance that it will be accepted, and the higher quality that will likely come back to you. 5) I reserve the right to refuse requests. Whether for breaking one of the above rules or under some external circumstance, it is not guaranteed that submitting a request will result in you receiving art. 6) In a similar vein, I may open or close the possibility of receiving requests for arbitrary lengths of time. I don't know quite how many requests are going to come in, but as one person, I can only do so much. If requests are closed, I will work through all of the ones that I have currently accepted before taking new ones. On that note, it isn't a strict rule, but I should note that I am more likely to accept requests where the character in focus is a female; I personally find them to be more attractive than males, and it is easier for me to motivate myself to draw something I find attractive. With all that said, I'll be glad to take your requests for the next while!
  2. https://www.omorashi.org/uploads/monthly_2020_02/bwpee.png.b3c18d332fd28c03ea0516337eea7e68.png Based on this lovely art piece by best Waifu Biku and endorsed by him to post on the org. So I suppose I should introduce myself to you guys. Hi, I'm Amelia, 21 at the time of the story and writing. I'm currently in university away from my native Baltimore and living it up with my two roommates/besties; Beth and Maddy. We live, love and laugh together; and they are the reason I'm writing this. Lemme tell you something about myself: I hate using public restrooms. It doesn't matter shit where it is Uni, cafe, museum or even the fucking library; I won't use their facilities. I don't even know why if I'm honest, just never really liked public lavatories. Perhaps obviously, this has led to some close calls and near misses. Bushes have been a panty saver on many occasions. But not on the time I'm gonna tell you about. Quick description of myself and clothes: 5,3 with B cups, black medium length hair, green eyes and caucasian. I was wearing a black skirt, blue jacket, black knee-high socks ( i adore them to death), some cheap sneakers and most importantly a pair of white panties with black seam. So my day goes as it ordinarily does, classes, studying and shooting the shit. However, the day was as hot as hell. Everyone was sweating buckets throughout the entire day. Loads of people were gulping down water, myself kinda included. I reckon I had drunk around 700ml by the time I packed up to head out at 5pm. Important to note I hadn't taken a piss since 2:30pm so, I was feeling a little need to empty the tank. Of course, I would have to walk back to my dorm for this; no problem since its only a quick hop from where I was chilling out listening to some Queen. So I take my stuff and make my way out of the building, hands in my empty jacket pockets and "Its a kind of magic"playing in my ears. I sing out loud sometimes, and that is one of my favs to do so too. My dorm building is right across the forum from the building I was in, just FYI. So I and my slightly full bladder skip our mellow ass over to the awkwardly heavy front double doors of my dorm building and heave them open. Stairs are so tiring, but I need my exercise so up I go. Within moments I'm at the door to my dorm, thinking do I go and piss right now or have a cheeky lil hold? Turns out it will be neither. The door opens for me, and Maddy latches herself onto me. "What's up, Amelia? Had a good time studying for your biology exam while I and Beth be making plans?" She said this all within like 5 seconds, the gal's a bomb of energy. I'm studying to become a doc if you wanted to know. While I was in her grizzly bear strength death hug, she squished my bladder ever so slightly; felt nice if I'm honest, not too much discomfort. I pry myself from her vice-like grip "It was pretty relaxing if I'm straight with you Mad's, (her nickname) just sitting back with a book, good fucking music and an ice-cool bottle of H2O." Beth comes out of her bedroom, blanket around her arms and flannel on her head. "Maddy, for the 30th time I ain't coming to the bar tonight; I look like I've been dragged through the dump." She sniffled after every word, and her hair was in such a shambles; flu is a bitch. "I know, I know," Maddy keeps her distance from Beth while saying this, she doesn't want the bug Beth has. Especially not on her birthday. What exactly was the big plan I hear you ask dear reader? Get absolutely fucking wasted because it is her 21st. Well, that was the plan. "Humph, fine then Amelia is coming with me" she demanded, sounding like a bitchy anime character. And with those words, my evening was decided; you do not argue with Maddy when she has her mind set on something. Now you might be saying "Amelia you can just go to the bathroom now before you leave your dorm. Its only 5pm and there is no way she can seriously ask you not to pee before you leave." Why yes I could have gone. I could have wandered into the bathroom, whipped down my undies and pissed on the usually warm toilet. But unfortunately, I couldn't. Beth had rendered the toilet a no go until the uni's caretakers came, at 7pm. Maddy wanted to leave at 6pm. What about the dormitory's communal toilets? Nope, they are public toilets. The one pisser in the entire city I felt comfy using was out of order. Well shit, guess I was holding for the long term because I don't want to let down Mad's on her 21st birthday. I was worried a bit, but I thought I could hold firm until we got back; whenever that was. So I spent the next hour waiting for Maddy to get finished up, making sure to drink not even a sip; I needed as much mileage out of my bladder as possible. Gotta admit though, Maddy looked like the bomb. Strawberry blonde up in a ponytail with blue jeans and red hoodie. "You ready to go?" she asked, a mix of excitement and impatience in her voice. I got off the bed and nodded, I played the moment from ROTJ where Lando says "Here goes nothing" in my head for some reason. So we both head out, two girls looking for a good time. Everything is gonna be perfect, Maddy has the bar she wanted to go to and even what drink she was gonna order decided. She took us to the wrong street. Then missed the bar's huge ass sign on the right street, fuck me she can be a bit dim. The third time was the charm, and we were in the bar only about an hour later than expected. And she said it was a quick walk. So the time was around 7:45, we found two barstools and made our order. She made her choice first, a small beer can; nothing too fancy. I'm not the biggest fan of alcohol, so I bought a Pepsi. Quick bladder report: I'm at the point of "I probably should try and pee soon." My bladder was not hurting or anything, just bit uncomfy. Not how I'd like to be, but no need for alarm. So then the waiter (a guy named Jeff, he's a nice dude) brings out the drinks. Small beer for Maddy, and a fucking litre of coke for me. My jaw was somewhere between my thigh highs and my pussy, I could feel it quiver in terror at the sight of this monster. A few seconds ago I was chill, now I was pretty heckin unchill. Can you picture someone holding a plastic bag, partially full, and then bumping a litre bottle of Pepsi into it? That was how I was picturing that drink and my bladder, just noisily pouring a litre into my bladder. The confidence I had before: smashed. The "hey, gonna be a nice night" attitude: washed away in black, bubbly, fizzy beverages. I checked the menu; what did I actually order? "1 litre Pepsi supreme, meant for couples." There was no chance Maddy was sharing this with me, she hates sharing cutlery let alone a drink. I could just leave part of the drink, but then Maddy might think I'm not well or enjoying the evening. I was trapped between a barstool and a soda. FIZZZZZ. Maddy cracked open her cold one and looked at me with a face that would make a Soviet commissar go "awwww." "Bottoms up, Amelia!!" She clicked our drinks together, causing a few millilitres of pop to flow out. I watched it splash against the dark tile floor, not understanding that it was almost like an omen of what was to come. "Yeah," I said with a touch of apprehension "bottoms up." Maddy immediately knocked back her can, loudly gulping down for about 3 seconds. Her fucking facial reaction killed me. "UUUUUUWUWWUWWWUWWUEGGGGGGGGGGG" she screeched, killing me even more "that tastes like bulls piss." She slapped herself on the chest and quickly asked the waiter for an apple juice. "Hahahaa, how would you know what bulls piss tastes like?" My amusement at her situation was obvious. "Fuck you, Amelia, go suck off James from next door" she jokingly retorted, giggling and coughing. "Bitch you know imma lesbian, so it would be Jessica from down the hall." "I'll tell her that" she half-joking half-seriously threatened. "You won't, Maddy, no balls." "Literally you idiot, I got a puss puss like you; but i seriously will unless you do something." "Oh yeah, what?" I put my mouth to my humongous mug and took a sip. She smiled "Chug it." I know I know, it was a dumb idea to do so. But I was hyped up on banter energy, dare daringness and slight worry she would tell Jessica (who is actually not attracted to). Within a minute, I had taken it all in. The 1 litre that, I would have spaced over an hour or more, had made its way to my bladder in one swoop. It suddenly dawned on me how bad I had fucked up. I was not a 100% certain at that time, but part of me knew this wasn't gonna end well. Now here is where I would put what I and Maddy were doing for the next 3 hours. That's right, 3 hours. I left the bar at 10:45pm exactly. I would put what I and Maddy were doing, but most of it is personal stuff and boring so I won't. What I will tell you is that I love this woman for what she did at 9:36. She moved us to a secluded table, where neither she nor anyone else could see me under it. My hand was glued my crotch squeezing myself with a grip that could bend steel. My thigh high's were rubbed together so quickly as I bounded my crossed legs I almost wore a hole in them. My legs ached from how much I shook. By the 10:45 I couldn't take it anymore. I made an excuse to Maddy, saying I felt unwell and needed to return to the dorm. She understood, probably thinking I caught what Beth had, and bade me farewell. The warm sunlight had been banished by the dark night, the chill not helping my situation. The streets had life, but not enough to make it feel crowded. I was visibly sweating and in discomfort. My legs were constantly rubbing together, and I had to fight to keep myself from shoving my hands hard into my crotch. It was desperation like I had never felt before. My bladder didn't know if it wanted to expand or let everything out in a tidal wave of piss. Honestly, all I wanted was to sleep; I was exhausted. My tiptoe steps were delicate and precise. One wrong move and I would be adding another river to this city. My bladder was like a weight under me, dragging me down and impeding my movement. I was so full and desperate I thought something was wrong with me, I considered calling 911; but quickly came to my senses. My breathing was almost gasp-like, I sucked in air like it was going out of style. The streets and building seemed to go on forever, my dorm and relief so far but so close. I was cursing and moaning as I went along, I feel so sorry for the old lady who heard me. Eventually, I came upon the place that brings me here; a destination that fate willed me to go to. An alleyway with no entrances to businesses and a dumpster to hide behind. When I laid eyes on that big blue son of a bitch, a roll of thunder came. It was like a sign from the heavens. Although it was actually the F-16s from the nearby Air Force Base. I locked eyes with it, clint Eastwood style, ready for its move. Yeah, this batshit moment lasted a few seconds before my bladder was like "hey, I'm about to dump Niagra falls, Lake Victoria and every other large body of water into your panties." So, with what felt like a ton of urine in my belly, I "hurried" behind this dumpster. A dead-end; perfect. I can let it go in a dark alley, with no witnesses. But not in the perfectly good toilet in the bar. Well, no use overthinking things now. So I hook my thumbs around the black seam of my panties and tug them down to where my knee socks end. Totally dry by some miracle. I adopt a doubled over stance, hands clasped, elbows rested on my knees. I spread my legs and prepare myself. All the while, my bladder muscles are screaming at me to let go. My bladder is pushing with all its might to get my brain to let go. As soon as I think my shoes are out of the blast zone, I give in. Lemme tell you something. Holy shit. Fucking god. Jesus on a bike, bitches on a trike, you have no idea the sheer bliss I felt. My bladder didn't pee, or piss, or firehose, or spray, or spurt. Go onto youtube and look up "emergency dam discharges." Now take the most powerful one you can find and double it. The pee screamed out of me like a gusher, an absolute rush of warm liquid. The splattering against the dry ground was orgasmic on its own. I could feel the ripples through my bladder as it pumped out piss, it was like someone squeezing a bottle. It pushed my urethra wide open and soaked my entire crotch, not just my vagina, the whole crotch. My thighs, despite being spread wide, were getting a thin coating of my hot pee. My thigh highs got their inner sides saturated, my shoes became like swimming pool's edges. The steam began to rise like someone had set off a special effect, I was sure that something was on fire due to the heat and force of the stream. And my bladder was still full as hell. I had peeked down a few times at it while walking, and it bulged at least a few inches. I touched it once, with my pinky finger as gently as possible. My bladder was literally steel. I have no other way of explaining its weight or its hardness. I moaned so god damn loud I was like a hentai character getting dicked good 'n' hard. But Nah, I'm a lesbian anyway, it was just an Atlantic ocean leaving my bladder. 1 and a half minutes of this display of this forceful bladder contents removal went by before the stream slowed. After another minute and my long hold's dramatic ending was over. I was a panting mess. My heart was racing, loins dying for attention and a puddle the size of Washington DC under my soaked feet. But hey, at least my panties were dry. Or were they? I checked with my fingers and found they were a little damp, but not much. I took a moment to gather myself, then pulled up my panties. The squelch and splash underfoot as I left my artificial ocean behind almost made me orgasm. Out in the street, no one was aware of what I did; and I intended to keep it that way. Quickly, though careful not to rub my lower region too much with my thighs, I left the area and made my way back to my dorm. beth was asleep, the poor girl needed her rest, so I stayed as quiet as I could. A note on the bathroom door informed me that the caretakers had been around and fixed the toilet. Better late than never, I suppose. I took a quick shower, threw my clothes into the wash and scribbled some notes about the day in my diary. That's all I remember before tiredness overtook me and I fell into a deep and well-deserved sleep.
  3. From the album: Salmon McClearn: Occasional Contributor of Piss Art

    A runner finds herself in a sticky situation when she's stuck between coming or peeing. Trying to stay hydrated while has backfired! She must get her erection down in order to pee, but how can she when holding hurts so good? On a side note, I figured its better for me to draw art that I'm not satisfied with than not draw at all.
  4. SalmonMcClearn

    Cynthia Goes Hard

    From the album: Salmon McClearn: Occasional Contributor of Piss Art

    In which I discover the text function of photoshop.
  5. From the album: Salmon McClearn: Occasional Contributor of Piss Art

    Speaking from experience, dildos can press the urethra closed and make holding a more unique experience *sunglasses emoji*.
  6. Phentaiee

    FMHT57

    From the album: Fill-Me- The Human Toilet

    So sorry about this one taking so long! I actually finished drawing this page a while ago, but totally forgot to upload it!
  7. Good odds of rain in Vegas Prelude When John had first laid eyes on Amber that warm night in freshers fair, he had thought he had found the one. She was beautiful, with shoulder length black hair that was blowing gently in the breeze as she stood drinking at the Canal bar, her smooth Alabaster skin almost glowing in the moonlight while her green eyes sparkled as she laughed at one of her friends jokes. John had seen her as soon as he had gotten to the outdoor seating area, but it took him almost an hour to pluck up the courage to speak to her, watching nervously from a table nearby. But now as they stood waiting for a cab outside a nightclub with his shirt drenched as heavy rain fell around them, he was starting wonder why he had ever gotten up. They had only been together 6 months, but this wasn’t their first argument on this topic. “You are always doubting me” “There is a difference between asking if someone has to pee and doubting them as a person Amber” “Yeah, well there is not in my book” She said sternly, still holding Johns coat above her head. Another thing he was regretting right now. “So in your book someone asking if you need to pee is an insult.” He shot back more aggressively than he meant. But he hadn’t even wanted to come out tonight, this was her idea and now as he stood getting soaked, he wasn’t best pleased with how the night had gone. “Don’t take that tone with me and Yes it is the same” There was an audible pause, the tension sitting between them unbearable. “ and I’ve had enough, I think…..I think we are over John.” “Wait what? Your dumping me because of this.” “Yes” “Because I asked if you needed to pee” He said incredulously. “No because you asked me twice, you asked me if I was sure I didn’t need to visit the bathroom. That’s not only doubting my bladder but doubting me to know what my limits are, which I can assure you are far bigger than anyone else you have ever met!” She said, pouting slightly. If she hadn’t been holding his coat up to shield her John was sure she would have crossed her arms with that statement. “So that’s it?” He said, his head swirling with emotions. She was being crazy…wasn’t she? Or had he done something wrong? “Yes we are over John.” She said turning her head quickly and walking away, leaving a stunned and bemused John standing alone outside the nightclub. 1 week later. “Isn’t it going to be a bit awkward, with you know who?” A short brunette in slightly gothic attire asked the group of them, now sitting around a table at the university coffee shop. Her dark blue shirt matched with dark black trousers and a black fishnet top that layered on top of her shirt. “She’s not Voldemort Suzie, but yeah it is going to be...interesting” John said, unsure of how he would manage, being forced to be with your ex for a week was not how he had planned to spend his time. “That’s why you should never date anyone on the same course as you” came the helpful advice of their friend Roger who was currently sitting on the table chewing some sort of toffee stick. “Yeah, and eating a foot of toffee at 7.30 in the morning is how you get Diabetes” Suzie shot back, “Breakfast of champions!” Roger replied, stretching his arms out. “But seriously, you going to be ok?” Suzie asked John. “Yeah, I mean it might be a bit awkward, but we wont be together all the time. We all have our own rooms and we can do different activities on the course, so it should be fine…..right?.” He said, trying to muster a convincing smile. The look in both his friends faces told him he hadn’t. Although Rogers eyes now looked like he had seen a ghost. “What up?.” “I hear you have been making fun of my bladder to everyone”. Shit, he knew that voice, it was Amber. Even without knowing her voice she was the only person he knew to get this upset about a bodily function. “I…um, I mean we are not together anymore and people wanted to know what happened….so I told them. What was I supposed to do?”. John stammered slightly awkwardly. “Not make fun of my bladder!” Amber said, pointing a finger at him. “Which is way stronger than yours, I still remember that desperate dash to the toilet after you made me watch that avenger’s film.” “I wasn’t making fun of your bladder, I was just saying how ridiculous you were being about taking everything as an insult when all I did was ask you if you needed to visit the ladies room.” “Again John, it wasn’t that, it was that you didn’t trust me to know whats best for me. If you doubt my bladder you doubt me as a person, its part of me after all.” “I…..” “You should never have doubted my bladder” “I….” “Ill show you, and your friends here” she said, her finger moving between Suzie and Roger who simply smacked his lips around the last of his breakfast in response. “Show me what Amber?” Roger replied uninterested. “I’ll show you that you should never have doubted my bladder!” Her finger now firmly back between john’s eyes. “Amber, I didn’t dou….” “No, its too late to apologise” “Well, I wasn’t going too I was just…” “You don’t have to say it, I’m going to prove you wrong. You will see.” “I…uh forget it. You know what, you want too hurt yourself trying to prove something to us go right ahead.” “I’m not going to hurt myself, I can handle anything and everything my bladder needs too. You’ll see.” She hissed at him, her nostrils flaring madly as if he had insulted her in the worst way possible. John had never seen that side of her before, it was frankly kind of scary. “You’ll see!” She shouted again, walking off. A few moments of awkward silence fell on the group of friends, still in disbelief of what they had just been affronted by. How could someone get so angry about peeing. “You guys ever notice that one long hair in her left nostril before?” Roger broke the awkwardness, causing the others to burst out laughing. “No…I cant say I ever noticed that part” John responded, reaching for his coffee. “Even when you were naked, doing the nasty?” Roger asked, raising an eyebrow and gyrating his hips slightly. “Ummm no, I kind of had other things to look at that were more interesting than her nose” “Ewww, too much info guys” Suzie said, shaking her head and trying to get the image of her friend and Amber nakedly intwined out of it. “Ahhhh, You mean like her bladder” Roger responded, scrunching up the toffee’s wrapper and tossing it like a basketball into the nearby rubbish bin. “Yeah, like her bladder” John laughed. Despite the sight of Amber bringing up old feelings, John was glad these two were with him, he couldn’t have asked for better friends. “Oh shit, the bus leaves in like 15 minutes, we need to meet Professor Gallagher by the Geology lab.” Roger said, flicking his sunglasses down over his eyes. After helping the professor load the piles of equipment into the bus, the trio climbed aboard. Walking up the isle John couldn’t help but make eye contact with Amber again, she was sat right in the middle of the back row. It was kind of hard for him to not have seen her, or maybe that was the point. As he stood paralysed with mixed emotions again she met his eyes, picking up the large bottle of water she had in her hands and putting it to her lips. Without missing a beat she started to chug the entire large bottle In front of him, why was she doing this? He thought. An elbow to his ribs from Suzie forcefully pushed him out of his trance and into a seat while she took the other, slinging her bag onto John for him to hold. In front of them Roger Knelt on the seats and looked back over the seats at them. “Vegas Baby!” he said excitedly tapping the tops of the seats with his two hands. “Mr Naughton, this is an essential education trip that forms a key part of your degree, not some sort of drunk Jolly trip.” “Yes professor” he replied. But as soon as the professor had turned around, he couldn’t help but silent mime shouting “Vegas baby” while shooting finger guns into the air. 31 hours, 3 time zones and a lot of random films later John found himself being jostled awake. “Excuse me sir, we are going for landing” Came a soothing female voice “5 more minutes” he mumbled, the travel having fried his mind and no longer being aware of where he was. “He dick head, the nice lady needs you to wake up” A less than soothing voice called out next him. “Ughhh, sorry.” John said groggily to the air hostess that now looked a little embarrassed by Rogers outburst. Wiping the drool from his face, he looked over to see Roger happily scanning through the in flight magazine. “What got you so happy? Other than getting the chance to shout at me” “Im home” “Your from London mate, you are about as far from home as possible” “More than 100 hundred casino’s, 46 strip clubs, miles of beaches with beautiful women in Bikini's” Roger said a wide smile across his face and ignoring Johns point entirely. “And you will get to see none of it” “Wrong, we are only about an hour from and there is a taxi number right here, plus 111 bars, 47 nightclubs and 9 shooting ranges” He said turning the page he was reading so John could see. “Hopefully not in that order” John replied, rubbing his eyes. A short while later a soft bump signalled they had arrived and they quickly joined the crush of passengers disembarking. Making their way through the security the pair of them waited by the luggage carousel for their bags. “Whats up rubes” “Hey Suzie, how was life in row Z?” “Pretty uneventful but you wont believe…” she paused for a moment, looking around to see if it was safe. “Okay, So I was opposite Amber and a few of her friends and I woke up one time when they were talking…. and it turns out that Amber really meant what she said about her bladder” “What do you mean?” “I mean she was claiming or more like boasting to her friends that her bladder is able to withstand anything and she hasn’t gone to the toilet since before we left.” “You cant be serious, no one can go 24 hours without peeing Suzie” Roger said, clearly not believing the story. “Yeah im sure you dreamt it” John added, although knowing what Amber was like, he was sure it was more than plausible she would attempt something like this. “No, because I haven’t slept since and…” She paused for a moment to pinch Roger hard on the arm. “OW!” “Not dreaming, so yeah she said that the last time she peed was before bed last night….or 2 nights ago….no last night. Either way, She hasn’t gone in like 40 hours! and what makes it even madder is she doesn’t even look desperate yet!” “Ok, so what does this have to do with us?” “Oh come on…I’ll show you” she said wagging her finger exaggeratedly and putting on a funny voice. “It was Amber, not a pirate. But you can’t be seriously thinking she is not peeing to prove a point to us?” “I mean why else not pee?” “I suppose, how long do you recon she can last?” “I don’t know, but I didn’t think anyone could go 40 hours. ooh, there’s my bag” She said completely distracted as she pushed her way to the front the Que. “Im sure you are supposed to pinch yourself…” Roger said quietly, rubbing his arm and following Suzie as the three of them grabbed their bags. Outside they regrouped with the others from their course, boarding a large coach that was waiting for them. Choosing seats near the front they managed to avoid a repeat of the first bus. “Can I have your attention please” The professor said at the front of the bus. “So we are driving straight to the worksite and won’t be returning to our accommodation until later this evening. So, if any of you would like to use a fully plumed in toilet before then this is your last chance. The drive there is only a couple of hours and then we will get to work collecting soil and rock samples using the same methodology we did last term. I expect us to be back at our hotel by about 7pm for a late dinner and then I will brief you with the rest of the weeks work. Finally, its going to be hot the next few days so please remember to drink plenty when we are out in the field, I don’t want anyone getting heat stroke” A few people scurried back off the coach and back into the arrivals, taking their last chance to pee in something other than a bush for the next 6 hours. Now sitting around a large table, the trio of friends passed their time playing cards as Roger taught them the ropes of poker. Looking up the bus John couldn’t help but see Amber a few rows up but in the isle seat. He watched as she brought another large bottle of water to her lips and began to drink, as she drained the remaining liquid he noticed her shift slightly in her seat. Could Suzie be really be right about her not peeing in almost 2 days? He knew she was prideful about it and would regularly skip her morning pee, but 40 hours, it was ridiculous. “Yahtzee!” Suzie shouted, throwing her hand of cards to the table. “Wrong game!” Roger said getting more annoyed at loosing than her antics. It seemed she was a natural…or lied about not knowing how to play. Either way the prize pool of snacks was quickly swept onto her side of the table. “Anyone got change for a snickers?” John joked, although part of his mind was still thinking about Amber. How far was she willing to go to prove something to them? Arriving in the early afternoon the group dismounted the bus and helped get all the equipment off. “Ok guys” Professor Gallagher said, clapping his hands together. “So this morning is simply about your group projects that you started a couple of weeks ago. We are here to collect a number of rock and soil samples that we will analyse tomorrow for mineral composition. Each of you has 12 core samples to gather, try not to get them all from the same sedimentary base. Also there are trays to put your rock samples in and pens to mark which ones are yours. Please remember to do that!, otherwise I cannot guarantee you will get your own one back. But other than that, you have 5 hours so let go rock and roll. He said, the professors expression showed he was clearly happy with that pun, even though most of the class either groaned or stayed silent. Grabbing their things, the three of them checked out the nearby trail map and headed north towards an area of forest. The sampling technique was quite easy as they took it in turns to use the small shovel and kit to collect their samples. Despite the trees for cover they could all feel the sun beating down on them. “Ok I need a breather” Roger said, standing up and flexing his back. “Yeah and I need to pee” Suzie said, finishing off another bottle of water. They had all gone through several in the few hours they had been there and john could also feel a heavy weight in his bladder. “Yeah I need one too” John added. “Well, you are not coming with me. You go that way and I’ll go this way” Suzie said pointing up the hill slightly “And I’ll stay right here” Roger said, tipping his hat over his face as he reclined under one of the trees. A couple of minutes later they returned to find him snoring loudly. Something that was quickly stopped by a kick of Suzie’s boot. “OW, can you stop hitting me” “Look its getting late, we should probably head back towards the bus. I still have a couple of samples to get but we can do those down there.” She added. “Yeah sounds like a good idea.” Standing the group slowly walked down the hill, stopping a couple of times to take their final core samples before arriving at the bus a few minutes early. Again, the professor stood up in the centre, using the steps on the bus for better elevation. “Ok guys, I hope you have all of your core samples for tomorrow. Make sure you keep them on you and look after them. Your results from tomorrow will go towards your final grade for this module.” Putting the sampling tools back into the bus storage John couldn’t help but pick Amber's voice out of the crowd again. “Come on June, we are going to be late. You should have gone earlier, cant you hold it even for an hour” “I did go earlier at the airport, but we drank so much water because of the heat I really have to go again.” “Really, you should try to have more control June. I haven’t gone in like two days and you don’t see me whining like a baby” “I…you’re right, its not that bad…. I can hold it” her friend said, although her crossed legs suggested it was actually that bad. But that wasn’t the part that had gotten Johns attention. So it was true, she was holding her pee! Taking their seats again he watched as Amber reached to put her bag into the space above her seat. As her shirt rose with her arms it exposed her stomach, a clear and relatively large bulge was already present. Despite it she quickly sat down with her legs calmly side by side, how was she still so composed. She must have been so full, John was sure if he was in her place he would have been absolutely dying. Opening her bag she rummaged through it, taking out 3 empty bottles of water and he could see the tops of others still in her bag. “Hey June, do you have any more water Im out?” “Yeah I do, just don’t make me watch you drink it.” She said handing over a large litre bottle of water. “Thanks, you sure you don’t want any” “Yes!...” her legs starting to bob on the spot. “oh god this was a mistake, do you think they will still let me out to pee” June asked nervously. But as soon as she did, the doors closed and the bus began to move. Pulling out the cards again, Roger wasn’t done and wanted a rematch with Suzie. An hour later another pile of winnings sat in front of Suzie, much to the annoyance of Roger. “How can someone be so lucky!” he said throwing his loosing pair on the table. “Are we done?” Suzie asked “Yeah” “Ok then, I’ll let you in on a little secret” “What, are you cheating?” “Not exactly….I can see your cards reflected off your sunglasses” “What!” Roger almost shouted, taking off his glasses and inspecting them. “You cheated!” “No, you’re an idiot and he cant keep his eyes of Amber for more than 5 minutes” She said nodding her head in the direction of John. It was true, as much as he tried not too he couldn't help it. He was stuck, he still had some feelings for her despite how it had ended. But the way it ended also meant he would happily see her taken down a peg on her bladder righteousness, but if she was doing this to prove something to him he couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty. Although now, it wasn’t her need to pee that was distracting him. Across the aisle he could see June’s feet rapidly dancing on the floor of the bus, her legs moving constantly as she danced in her desperation. Every time they had hit a bump in the last 10 minutes a squeak or squeal escaped her, resulting in a displeased look from Amber. If this was how she treated her friends that need to pee maybe he shouldn’t feel bad after all. “Im sorry I cant hold it Amber” June whimpered “Yes you can, you’re a grown woman” “Im so full, its starting to really hurt now” “You’re a gown woman, your bladder can stretch, your fine” “Im going to wet myself, we drank so much water, Please you have to help me Amber” “You are fine June” “Please you have to let me up so I can ask them to stop” “You are fine, control yourself” “Please” June begged “Are you a child or a grown woman” Amber shot back harshly. “I….” “We are only like 10 minutes away now, surely you can last that long” “Pleeease Amber” “No, im going to help you realise you are capable of holding it. You cant let you bladder run your life” Another whimper escaped June, just audible over the sound of the bus. But with that final comment from Amber she clearly decided not to fight her, instead June began to rock in her seat, her hands pressed tightly into her crotch. Somehow, she remained dry as the bus pulled into their hotel 15 minutes later. While he couldn’t see most of June’s desperate actions, going off Ambers increasingly annoyed looking face they were likely only getting worse. But somehow she had made it. “There you go, you made it” Amber said slightly condescendingly as the engine of the bus shut off. “If I get up im seriously going to wet myself, I’ve never been this desperate Amber” “You are fine, come on lets grab out stuff and you can go pee” “Oh god” June whimpered again Slowly standing the pair of them followed by John and his friends walked off the bus. With June taking such small steps it took a while, with some people wondering what was going on. “Oh no….” A loud groan came from In front of John and then suddenly the line of people were moving quicker. Looking out of the large windows he could see June desperately sprinting towards the entrance of the hotel. A dark streak obvious on her skin-tight light green leggings, she hadn’t made it. Murmurs and a few jokes about June passed through the group and soon everyone knew what had happened. A few minutes later as she re-emerged red faced from the hotel, her leggings were completely drenched as she quickly grabbed her bag and went to change. Soon a dinner of fried chicken and chips was served, a nice hearty meal to make up for the plastic like food they had eaten on the plane. Endless streams of sugary soda was also served, with people enjoying the cool drinks after a day in the field. Everyone was also clearly enjoying the sweeter American Soda, taking multiple refills and trying to have a bit of each of the dozen soda varieties on offer. Walking up for a refill john noticed June staring intently as the dispenser, her large empty cup passing between her two hands. “Hey June, its hard to pick right?” “I…uh yeah sorry. Totally zoned out there” “Go anywhere fun?” he joked “Umm…no” her face blushed deeply. “I…uhhh, I was thinking about earlier” “Oh, yeah sorry about that. But don’t take any notice of anyone, it can happen to us all.” “Yeah except Amber” she said staring at the floor for a second. “I uhhhh” “Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to bring her up” she said apologetically. “I forgot you were a think and then…oh wait sorry I didn’t mean to bring that up either…..Im just going to stop talking now.” “Its alright, Its not your fault, I guess things were just not meant to be” he said, sliding his cup under the machine and watching the sprite fall into his cup. “Well, see you round.” He said leaving her still at the machine. June’s face was now bright red, making him feel kind of bad leaving like that but he really didn’t want to talk about it right now. Stopping for a moment he leaned back, “The cherry Coke is good if you are still wondering which one to go for” “Thanks” Walking back to the table he joined his friends. Had he been to confrontational, he looked back towards June wondering if he should go apologise, or was it all in his head. It wasn’t her fault she was friends with Amber. But before he could make up his mind she walked to where Amber was sitting, and he wasn’t going to go over now. But curiously he watched as she seemed to offer Amber the drink, it looked like she was giving a peace offering or something. But surely it should have been the other way around, it was Amber that had made her wet herself after all. But it seemed she had graciously accepted the drink and any animosity had been lost. “So whats the plan for tonight?” Roger asked through a mouthful of chips, or fries considering where they were. “Im kind of jet lagged, Im probably going to call it a night after this.” “Lame, come on we are in Vegas!” Roger said. “No, im with John, plus tomorrow is kind of important for our grade.” “Double lame, but yeah ok ill take the hint. But tomorrow we are going out” “Yeah sure, we can do tomorrow” They all agreed. Despite sleeping on the plane the hours of travel and the half a day in the sun had actually tired John out, although it was strange how much that comment of June had hit him. It seemed to have sapped all his energy, but at least that meant sleep came easily to him. The next morning the students woke to possibly the largest breakfast any of them had ever seen. Piles of meat, bread, fruit and anything you could possibly want to drink was laid on the tables in the food hall. “Wow, this looks amazing.” Roger said entering the hall. “Ok guys, if I can have your attention please” The professor said, interrupting his reverie. “So today is largely up to you guys, you have your samples from yesterday and the conference room next door has been outfitted with our analysis equipment. You should have all brought your laptops as well, for anything you may want to use them for. But your results must be submitted to me by 6pm today. You have 8 hours to complete this practical and remember it accounts for 40% of your final grade. As usual you will be working in 2’s and 3’s, make sure to write all contributors on your work before submitting it.” “Finally, good luck!, and the refreshments will be resupplied through the day, so feel free to eat and drink as much as you want, but remember you are here to do work and not just have fun!” Going through into the conference room John, Suzie and Roger picked out a table near the door to work on. “Right so, how do you want to do this. Should we all work together on each bit or do a bit each?” John asked. “Well, the pH analysis is simple but takes a while, then Nitrate’s is quick but you have to keep an eye on it the entire time. Nutrient and organic make up would probably need at least two of us right?” Suzie responded. “Yeah, I mean that’s all true…but that didn’t sound like a decision.” Roger said sarcastically, causing her to hit him on the arm. “Why don’t I set up the pH stuff now and we can leave that going through the day. You guys get the stuff prepped for Nutrient and organic analysis and once the pH is stable I can come join you guys and help with what you need.” John suggested “Cool, then we can leave the Nitrate stuff for last. If we get towards the end and someone’s not doing something they can always do it while we finish up the others.” “Sounds like a plan” Roger said, satisfied with the now filled out plan. “Cool let’s….well this is going to be awkward” Suzie said, her eyes looking towards the door in. During the five minutes they had been there, the room had filled up quickly. Now the only space free was the one opposite them and walking towards them was Amber and June. “I can not believe this is the only space left” Amber added. “Yeah we don’t much like it either” Suzie shot back. “Look, lets just keep it professional and do our own work.” John suggested, trying to keep the peace between his friends and Ex, maybe this day wasn’t going to be so simple after all. “I think that’s probably for the best” Amber agreed. “Should we start with the Nitrate to get it out of the way?” she said turning to June. “Can do, should be fairly quick” “Right, I’ll go grab the stuff, be right back” Amber said “Ok, I’ll go grab us some coffee.” June added, before they both left the table again. “This is going to be a long day” Roger said once they were out of earshot. The first test went well, it would take a couple of hours before the solution chemically stabilised and they could determine the acidity of the soil. Give its presence near limestone it was probably Alkaline, but knowing the answers wasn’t the point of this. Suzie and Roger had made good progress with the organic analysis, getting all the mixtures ready for testing. While with a slight tweak they had also streamlined the process for working out the nutrient levels as well. The two tests were similar in a lot of ways, so by colour coordinating their beakers with little coloured sticky notes they had almost prepared enough samples for both tests. “Perfect, so green is nutrient and blue is organic.” Suzie said, happy with her handy work. “If both of you guys start the next step, I’ll keep making these mixtures so we can keep a train of samples running through them.” It was nice to see how confident Suzie was, she was a natural leader and John was sure things would not be going nearly as smoothly if it was just him and Roger. Although to be fair the colour system had been Rogers idea. Across from them was another leader, or possibly more of a task master. Amber was dictating every little detail while June worked with a fast pace and almost as soon as Amber wanted something she had already prepared it. They made a good team, with one giving the orders and the other filling them. It seemed they were on the final stages of the nitrate analysis and Amber was really pouring it on. Watching for a moment he noticed June reaching for the vial she had just finished making a moment ago, but being preoccupied with the last task she had been given her hand went past it and grabbed the wrong flask. Should he do something, they weren’t supposed to help other groups. If it had been anyone else John knew he would surely had said something. But at the same time and knowing Amber she would probably pretend its what she meant to do even at the expense of her grade. *Ahem, John cleared his throat a couple of times, trying to play it off as a cough. Luckily Amber didn’t seem to care and didn’t even look up, even more luckily June had done. Coughing again he nodded slightly at the vial and then used his eyes to point at the other flask still on the table. June looked down, her eyes going wide as she realised the almost fatal mistake she had made. Looking back at John she nodded in thanks before picking up the right flask. “Can you not cough so loudly its distracting and frankly a bit gross, and where is the next nitrate solution June?” “Sorry, its right here” June said handing her the flask. “Thank you. I think we have a few minutes before the next sample.” “Perfect, I’ll go grab us a drink.” June said before quickly disappearing back into the dining hall. She returned a couple of minutes later with a large bottle of water, a large coffee and a slightly smaller one. “I thought we should make the most of the free coffee, and I brought some water in case you start feeling dehydrated or anything.” “Thank you that’s very kind” Amber said grabbing the coffee and beginning to sip it. This scene played out a number of times throughout the day of work. While John and the others shared the work equally and helped where needed, Amber kept working on the analysis while June kept her supplied with ingredients and a string of large drinks. To be fair the room had gotten exceedingly warm over the last few hours, but Amber was still the only one that hadn’t left to visit the toilet. Not that John had noticed June leave either, but he was sure she was likely to be taking those trips at the same time when getting her friend yet another drink. She was playing her role as Amber's little helper well, keeping her stocked on anything and everything she needed. Despite her confidence John had started to notice the subtle signs that Amber was starting to feel her bladder fill. Her legs had gotten progressively closer together over the last hour and now occasionally she would pause what she was doing and close her eyes for a moment. Although that could have just been her thinking or resting her eyes after concentrating so much. It was hard to tell. “Do you want to start the nitrate test John?” Suzie asked. “Im on the last sample of this” “Yeah sure, what time is it?” “About quarter to 5” “Perfect, shouldn’t take an hour to do this” He said grabbing the small chemical sachet from the supplies they had gathered earlier and dumping it into a nearby conical flask. 40 minutes later the final sample was reduced and placed onto the paper for testing. Dipping it in the litmus solution, the electronic probe was turned on and a reading showing a pH of 8, confirming their earlier prediction of an alkaline soil. “Nice, looks like we are done. Just finish writing up the last few bits” He said proudly “Awesome, and with more than half an hour to spare.” Suzie said happily. She had been stressing slightly about this but thankfully everything seemed to have gone smoothly, despite their table partners. Although looking across it seemed they too were finishing up. Cross checking their work and double checking all the numbers made sense, the trio who handed their papers in to the waiting professor. “So food then town?” Roger said, determined to make it into Vegas at least once this trip. “Yeah Im starving, we never really did have lunch did we?” John added, now aware of the ache in his stomach. “No we didn’t, should we see what is left in the food hall since it free after all.” “Yeah sounds good.” They agreed. Walking into the room it seemed the refilling wasn’t a lie. Despite the constant trips from the three dozen students the hall was still full of foods of all types. Grabbing a plate they started to pile the food onto them, breads, meats and cheeses of all types. Sitting at a free table and starting to fill their faces they noticed a familiar pairing walked in. “Can’t go anywhere without them” Suzie said, pointing with her sandwich. “Is that her bladder?” Roger asked Looking closer John could see what he meant, there was a clear bulge pushing out of her short t-shirt and above the waistline of her jeans. A bulge that wasn’t there before the trip, even the small one he had seen on the bus had nothing on what she was currently sporting. The fact they had noticed it from 20 meters away was a sure sign of that. “Holy shit, how much did she drink” Roger whispered. “I don’t know, she did drink a lot through the day” John replied “She might regret that if she wants the keep her insane bladder pride thing going.” “Yeah well, its none of our business” Suzie added, taking another bite out of her sandwich. That was true, but john still felt slightly responsible for the immense discomfort she must surely be feeling right now. He could see she was struggling to walk normally, her thighs pressing tightly together as she did and her face slightly flushed. But despite that she still accepted a large glass of water from June who still seemed to be playing the doting friend. Second and third plates were filled and finished off as they ate their fill. The full day with little to no food clearly increasing their appetite. Walking up for a glass of water john spotted June doing the same. “Hey, I wanted to say sorry for yesterday. I didn’t mean to come across…I don’t know cold?” John said, “I was just a bit tired.” “Oh hi, no its me that should be apologising and also thanking you for your help earlier. I cant believe how close I came to messing it all up.” “No problem, im sure you would have done the same.” “Thank you and don’t worry about it... Anyway I better get back, thank you again, I owe you.” She said walking away with her two glasses of water. “you two seem to be hitting it off” Suzie joked as John got back to them, “Moving on quickly, although not very far” “Shut up, I was just saying sorry to her. I wasn’t the most friendly person to her yesterday. Think her friendship with Amber got the better of me for a bit after the travelling.” “Ah ok, well you cant be blamed for that” Roger chimed in. “So when are we heading to town? Its almost 7” “Well, I am going to finish this off and then get some desert” Suzie responded. “Now that’s a plan I can get behind” John agreed. Polishing off the last of his desert John looked up to see Amber walking towards the drinks table. She had to pause for a moment before regaining her composure and carrying on. He couldn’t tell if it was just his imagination but somehow the bulge looked even bigger now. But she still seemed content on not peeing even walking over to the drinks table and pouring herself a large glass of soda. Her face was now looking slightly pale, other than her cheeks that seemed to be getting increasingly red. With a hand resting on her stomach amber was clearly suffering from something and his guess was that it was her now massively distended bladder. She almost shuddered where she was stood as she finished chugging back the drink, why was she doing this. Was it still his fault, how far was she planning on going, well John couldn’t take it anymore. Standing up he grabbed his cup and started walking towards her. Putting it under the dispense he gave her a once over, the discomfort was written across her whole body. He should say something, maybe he could convince her to give in before she did herself some real damage. “Hey, are you doing ok. You look a little…stressed.” Amber's face was clearly surprised he had initiated a conversation with her. “Im…im fine John.” An awkward silence fell between the two of them. “Mind if I get in there” Roger said, ignorant of ignoring the tension between them as he stuck his cup between the two of their bodies and under the dispenser. The hum of the machine and sloshing liquid only amplifying the awkwardness of the situation. “I know about you trying not to pee” John couldn’t help but blurt out, his mind unable to come up with a way of seg-waying into it. “Are you spying on me and im not trying, im not peeing!” She said angrily crossing her arms. “Look, I overheard you talking to June on the bus yesterday and I just don’t want you to hurt yourself trying to prove something to me” “Im not trying to prove anything, im showing that as an adult I can choose if and when I pee” “Amber, everyone has to pee sometime, you can’t just keep it in for the rest of your life.” “Well no, but I can keep it in until I want to go” “Why, you clearly need to pee, why not go. There are toilets right there.“ John said pointing down the hallway. “I do not need to pee!” She said defiantly, the lightly crossed legs she was standing with and her posture straightening. “Really?” “Yeah, ive just had too much coffee today and its upset my stomach if you have to know, which you don’t! and you also you don’t have to keep doubting me” She said, the volume of her annoyance increasing in the small room. “Ok, sorry. This doesn’t impact me one bit.” He said holding up his hands, if this wasn’t her trying to prove anything to him then he had no stake in this battle. “Thank you, maybe if you had thought more like that before, maybe we would still be together.” Amber replied curtly, once again turning her back on him. He was stunned again, that had hurt and the ache in Johns chest returned as he watched her walk away. “Wow, fuck her” came Roger, putting his hand on Johns shoulder. “Well…actually don’t. That’s what got you in this mess in the first place.” He said, a grin on his face. “Come on, me Suzie and a couple of the others are going into town, you want to join?” “I….” John stammered “Good, that’s what I like to hear” Roger interrupted, not giving him a chance to back out. Sighing deeply, he was happy to be steered back towards the doorway. “Ok fine, what are you planning this time?” John asked nervously. “Ok so imagine this” Roger said, moving his hands like an imaginary rainbow Infront of his face. A look of glee filled in his eyes; he sure did have a way of selling his schemes “Casino’s”… There was a pause as John waited for more information, but none came. “Is that it?” he asked. “What do you mean is that it, between my street smarts and your number smarts there is no way we can lose. “ “Yeah keep calling it number smarts and im sure we will come across as right geniuses.” Taking the pencil out from behind his ear Roger put it into his mouth like a cigar, placing an arm around John. “Listen here kid” “Is that supposed to be Capone?” John couldn’t help but laugh at the terrible accent. “Yeah now shut up and listen” Roger replied in his original south London accent. “Casino’s always win right? But that is because everyone is playing against them and trying t to win. They go in with too much ambition you see”, he said tapping his makeshift cigar on his head. “All you need to do is to play the other chumps, but not the casino.” “Wait, so we play to come second?” “Exactly, we cant win but we don’t need to” “We just want to make money, which we can do by playing to come second.” John said, surprisingly impressed by the suggestions. “Now your getting it lad, if we just play low stakes poker and play long enough on each table to make money, we can leave while everyone else is concentrating on the people trying to win each table.” “Isn’t that bad etiquette?” “Yeah but there are like 100 casino’s we can play in” “Alright, im in you son of a gun. Where do we get started” John said eagerly, the conversation with Amber all but forgotten. “Ah…now that part I’ve not figured out yet.” … “Well last night was a bust” a dejected looking Roger said as the group met again for breakfast. “For you maybe” Suzie said, fanning herself with her winnings. Groaning Roger put his head on the table. “I cant believe you doubled your money on roulette. Its got no skill, its just luck.” “The skill, is choosing luck” “There might be some twisted logic in that” he admitted, his head still on the table. “Do either of you know what we are doing today?” “Surveying the canyon, I think” John responded. “Oh here is the professor” “Bad night at the Casino Roger?” “Yes….I mean no….I didn’t go to the casino….” He said sitting bolt upright “Its alright, you are all adults. You can do what you want when you are not expected to be working….as long as it legal….in the UK, not just here” he added before walking to the middle of the room. “Right guys, so today we will be surveying the canyon. Now given the equipment restrictions we will be working in teams of four.” No way, there is no way he is going to put her in this group, I mean what are the chances. John thought to himself. “Stewart and Dan, you will be with Macy and Charlotte.” “Matt and…Matt, you will be with Damion and Clive” “June and Amber, you will be with Suzie and John” “Well fuck” Suzie muttered to them. “Where is all that luck now” Roger said, his spirits picked up by the others misfortune. “Roger you will be with Tom, Lavender and Stacey” “Boom” he said finger gunning the pair of them again. The three of them knew Tom well, they were part of the same beer society. “See you guys later” he said grabbing his bag and going to meet his beer buddy. Walking over to where Amber was sat it was clear all the drinks yesterday were catching up with her. The bulge in her bladder was even larger, although it seemed she had now become conscious of it . It seemed she was trying to use a white leather belt hooked through her white jean shorts to hide it. Either that or she was doing her best to make herself suffer as much as possible, the extra pressure it must have been adding was insane. Despite this she sat rigidly in her sea while drinking a glass of water, trying to seem as if nothing was wrong with her. But the slight movements and sheen of sweat across her fair face were a giveaway that her composure was just a façade. But her legs remained uncrossed and considering how much she had consumed she was remarkably calm. “So I guess we are working together then” Amber said unhappily, the confrontation yesterday only making things even more awkward. “Seems like it” Suzie added. Sitting on the bus behind Amber John couldn’t help but notice the rigidness of her posture again, she was clearly suffering and he just couldn’t imagine why she wouldn’t just give in and pee. More than that, she seemed to be incapable of refusing drinks, her pride making her accept them and surely make her condition even worse. Arriving at the site the group silently picked up their surveying equipment and began the trek along the canyon ridge. About halfway up the heat was starting to get unbearable, forcing them to take a quick breather next to a small river that noisily babbled past them and dropped into the Canyon. It seemed to be having an effect on Amber as she stared into the void of the rippling waters surface, her left hand moving towards her crotch and a slight muscle twitch happening in her face. “Man does this noise make me have to pee” Suzie said loudly. The loud interruption snapped Amber out of her gaze as she quickly moved the hand away, her cheeks flushing red for a moment as she became embarrassed about almost needing to hold herself. “What about you Amber, does it make you need to pee?” Suzie asked, a playful but wicked look on her face. “No…..Im ok. Im a grown woman who can hold her pee as much as she wants too.” “That’s not quite what I asked, I was asking if that bubbling, frothing sound of all that liquid rushing around was making you need to pee” That one got a squirm from Amber as Suzie’s phrasing conjured a powerful image. “No she doesn’t, Amber never needs to pee. I bet she is even a little thirsty, isn’t that right Amber.” June said jumping to her friend’s defence “I uh yeah….thirsty” “See, here you go” June said handing Amber a large bottle of water which she slowly unscrewed and began to drink from. Continuing on up the hill they arrived at their designated grid square to survey, the results of which would be used in the write up which was worth 60%. So this really was important for them to get right. Thankfully and in spite of any awkwardness, they all seem to manage to be professional and by lunch time they had made good progress. “Man it is hot today” June said wiping her head with the bottom of her shirt. “Yeah, what do you guys say to an hour off for lunch, maybe find some shade?” John asked “I second that idea” Suzie replied, “Im sweating so much I think im going to end up doing that thing from the X-men film.” “Uhhh…that’s descriptive” John laughed. “You know, that guy who was a human and got given the mutant thing and then he could turn into water or something….squeezes through the bars….no?” the even more confused looks on her friends faces a clear sign they had no idea what she was talking about. “Look its hot, lets just find some shade” She summarised. Walking down a little bit they found a dense woodland area and set up under a big Elm. “Right im going to go pee” Suzie announce to the group as they sat down “What out here” June asked “Well unless you have a bathroom in that bag of yours, yes” “Wow, I wish I was as confident as you” “I…you’ve never pee’d outside” “I mean…no not really” “Well, im about to go right here if I dont, all that water we drank is going through me quick.” “Um….do you mind I come with you, I need to go too” June added, blushing and looking slightly sheepish. “Sure, the more the merrier I guess” A slightly confused look on her face. She had never understood why other girls went to the toilet together. “You coming too Amber?” Suzie knew the answer she was going to get, but she wanted to see her response. “What out here, no way. I don’t need to go thanks.” “Really, I mean your bladder bulge could have fooled me” She said pointing to Amber's still growing midsection. “I….I don’t know what you mean” Amber stammered, looking at the floor for a few seconds. “I mean you haven’t peed in like 3 days, surely you are desperate by now.” Suzie continued. John was a bit worried about where this would go, but at the same time this was the most open conversation he had been involved with about this. “I feel the need to pee, but I am fine. I can hold it as long as I want, I don’t need to stoop to your level of peeing outside with the animals. My bladder can and will hold anything and everything it is asked to hold” She said resolutely. It was clear from Junes face she had somewhat insulted her, the eagerness of wanting to try peeing outside kind of gone now. “Well, suit yourself, but like I said, this animal has to pee” Suzie said, clearly unaffected by anything Amber had said. “You coming?” “Um…Yeah, sure” June replied following Suzie round the side into a small clearing. As soon as the others left the awkward silence returned, filling the air with a tenseness not helped by Suzie’s questioning of his ex’s bladder. It hung there between them like an unwanted visitor and was just too much to bare. “Right, well I got to go too. Be right back” John said. It was true he did have to go but it was more that he wanted to escape the awkwardness of just him and Amber hanging out together. Lunch for the most part was uneventful as they all ate and guzzled down more water to beat the heat. Before long they were all back to work and possibly pushed on by the lack of small talk they made good time, heading back down the trail with plenty of time to spare. Carefully climbing over a small fallen tree they could now see the bus again. “You really don’t need to pee?” Suzie asked out of nowhere again “Why do you keep bringing this up, No!” Amber replied annoyed by her insistence. “I just can’t believe it, its like unreal how strong your bladder is” “Well I am a grown woman, and women can control themselves. Unlike you tiny bladdered people I have some restraint and dignity.” “Ok well, I meant it as a complement but I guess never mind then” Suzie said rolling her eyes. But john didn’t quite know what she was expecting when she had brought it up again. Soon the other groups returned to the assembly point, with a couple of exceptions. “Anyone seen Roger?” John asked. “Oh, he and some of the others finished early and headed back to the hotel” Professor Gallagher answered, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. “Sorry I didn’t get to your guys area today by the way, we had a couple of issues. How did it go?” “Fine professor” Amber replied for them. “Good to hear, now I think we are all here if you want to get on the bus.” “Whats the chances Roger is back in that casino?” Suzie asked quietly as they boarded the bus. “Probably quite high” John joked, knowing his friend he was already coming up with his next scheme. Arriving back at the hotel they were surprised to see him sat in food hall. “Good job we didn’t bet on that” John said pointing him out to Suzie. “I mean I think we would have both thought he wouldn’t be here.” “True”. “Hey guys” Roger called over to them “Open bar!” he said excitedly pointing towards the bar in the back of the room. Until now it had been closed up with a large board blocking access, but tonight it seemed to be open with a pair of bartenders behind it. “Enjoying yourself?” Suzie asked “Yeah, apparently a lot of it is free, like the stuff on tap. Any thing fancy and you have to pay. How was the survey?” “Not too bad thanks” john responded. Which was true, he was expecting far more awkwardness. “And little miss iron bladder” Roger continued, nodding over at Amber. “Still pretending she doesn’t need to go, but I think its clear to everyone else she does.” Said Suzie. “Well that’s good news” A strange look on Rogers face was telling them he was hiding something, but before they could ask movement behind them got their attention. Walking past them a waiter was putting out a number of large metal trays. Lifting the lids off them the room instantly filled with the smell of fresh seafood, piles of shrimp, battered fish and even oysters filled the tables. The sights and smell’s quickly attracting the rest of their fellow students as everyone dug into the fresh food buffet. “So you going back into town later?” John asked, wiping a layer of grease from around his mouth after finishing eating. “No” Roger said slightly sorely. “Got no more money to burn on the poker tables” Suzie jibed “I don’t know what you are talking about” Roger said, a sly smile on his face as he took out a wad of dollar bills. “You did go into town earlier, I knew it” John said, almost dropping a prawn from his fork. “No I didn’t” “Then where did all that cash come from?” “Oh, little side hustle I started” “Side Hustle?” Suzie and John said in unison and with matching frowns. “Yeah, taking bets with some of the guys” “About what” Suzie asked raising an eyebrow, not sure if she liked the sound of where this was going. “About If Amber will piss herself before we get back or not.” Roger replied matter of factually, shovelling more chips into his mouth. “Really?” John said, not believing what he was hearing. “Yeah, currently 4/1 wet herself, 2/1 she uses a toilet before we get back and 10/1 she makes it, pretty good odds if you want to get in now, before they change.” “You cant be serious? “ John replied “Those are good odds” Suzie interjected “Me and Mr Franklin are very serious about things like this” I cant believe you, but you realise that you have to pay people that money if they win. But it seemed John’s comment fell on deaf ears. “I’ll put 20 bucks on wet herself” Suzie said handing over a couple of bills. “Isn’t this kind of unfair, you are basically betting on her humiliation” John said, still struggling to comprehend that this was a thing that was happening. “Why are you the only one who still seems to care, no one else is. Even June is on our side.” “I just feel kind of sorry for her, wait what? How is June on our side?” “Well, as a bookie I am impartial, so I don’t have a side” Roger said holding a hand over his heart. “But you both cant seriously be missing the amount of drinks she has been brining Amber. Like all of yesterday, she was refilling and pilling on the drinks like mad. I thought she might be trying to drown her or something.” “She is just being a good friend” John said. He was trying to dismiss that possibility, but Roger had made a good point. “Really, what about today. Did she happen to give Amber something to drink even when she wasn’t asking.” “Now that you mention it yeah…” “When did you get so observant?” Suzie joked “Hey, when there is a buck to be made you can call me Eddie the Eagle eyes” “What after the ski jumper?” “After who?” “Never mind” John said shaking his head “So you want in?” He asked looking at John expectedly “I don’t know” “Ok, 3/1 odds on her not making it home dry?” “I thought you said it was 4/1?” “Yeah well, they change all the time. Depending on circumstance” “What has changed in the last 30 seconds?” “That” Roger said nodding at Amber's position again. Next to her was Tom who seemed to be ordering a drink and chatting to Amber. “Is he hitting on her?” Suzie asked “It doesn’t matter, we are not together. She can move on if she wants too” John said, unable to keep all the bitterness out of that statement.” “Oh calm down, Tom has $50 on her wetting herself” “What do you mean?” “I mean he bet $10 when it was still 5/1 odds. So if she pisses herself I have to pay the sneaky bastard $50.” “So he is buying her a drink to tip the balance of the game, clever” Suzie said, seemingly impressed. “That cant be ethical, I mean he is going to make her hurt herself.” John said. “Again, will you stop caring so much about your Ex. I swear most people would be happy to see their Ex humiliate themselves.” “I just mean….” “No, look here John. As she keeps telling us she is a grown ass woman, I may have added the ass in there. But she is an adult, its her decision to visit the toilet or piss herself. This place is full of toilets, she can go at any point and she doesn’t need to hold it. You are not making her hold it by putting a bet on, no one is. Its just her stupid self pride that is doing that, it’s the same thing that ruined your relationship, so why not put a bet on and enjoy watching. Suzie said, clearly annoyed by his worrying just as much as Amber's arrogance. “I guess…” Everything Suzie had said was completely true. He had no control over Amber one way or the other. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll give you 15 / 1 odds on her making it home dry if you put in a tenner.” “Wait, why would I bet on that?” John asked, confused by the shifting odds again. “Because that’s some good odds right, 10 dollars in and you could make 150 out.” “Yeah, but you cant seriously think she is going to make it?” “Well Im impartial…..but no I don’t, why do you think I want people to take me up on it.” He laughed, “Ooooh, how about 8/1 odds she uses a toilet before we get home? That way you can simultaneously hope she does and doesn’t pee and keep your weird twisted good soul thing going?” “Shut up, but sure here is a fiver on that.” “Oooh look out big spender.” Roger joked. “Do you really think she will give in before wetting herself though?” “No, but at least if she does, I can make some money out of you” John said smiling again. Looking up he could see that one of the Matt’s was now trying their luck with her. Another pint being bought and pushed in her direction as she chatted with him. She still looked calm but her legs were now firmly pressed together as her abdomen continued to grown and bulge even more. Its contents still firmly locked inside by her clenching muscles and iron will. By 11pm that night it was clear she Amber was starting to struggle as her desperation mounted. Despite the cool night a light sheen of sweat could be seen on her face, which also seemed to be looking a bit paler as the strain of holding her bladder shut started to get the better of her. Yet for whatever reason she still wore the thick leather belt that must have been cutting mercilessly across her filling bladder. From where he was sat John could clearly see her flesh pushing out from behind its restraints, bulging out and around the belt as it tried to confine it. During the night John had watched a number of classmates make their way up to her, buying a drink and chatting with her for a short time. While she might have been or at least acted happy to have small talk and accept drinks from people early on, John had watched her slow her drinking pace and input less and less into the conversations. Even as she sat there nodding along to whatever June was saying he could see her crossed legs starting to sway from side to side, was it a sign of a now desperate Amber, or just her boredom? Despite the show Amber was putting on and the invested interests of the group, they soon began to flag and made their way to bed. Tomorrow was the last day in America, it had been a long trip of hard work but they had still managed to enjoy it. Although it was far from over in terms of Ambers bladder, with so much still inside it and the faintest cracks appearing in her defiant nature, part of John wondered if he would wake up tomorrow to see she had finally given up on this insane crusade and peed. His questions were answered early the next morning as he sat waiting for the others to join him. Being the only one in the room he had helped himself to a cup of coffee and was scanning his phone when she walked in. Amber's Face was definitely paler as she almost waddled into the room. Still sporting the same white jean shorts just this time without the belt, the reduced compression making her bladder bulge massively. Her heavily distended bladder almost causing the buttons of her shorts to separate under the strain. John had never seen anything like it, with Amber or with anyone else. How could one person hold so much in their body he wondered, watching as Amber gingerly walked into the room. It was clear she was suffering a lot this morning, but as soon as she noticed John her back straightened and the hand that had been resting on her thigh shot away from her crotch. But even this seemed slightly too much as she clearly winced for a moment. “Are you ok?” He asked “You keep asking that” She said, an audible strain in her voice. “Yes, because you still haven’t gone to the bathroom” “That because I…I don’t need too. I can easily wait until I am at home and then will still choose to wait.” John opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by June walking into the room with Suzie. “Hey guys” June said cheerily. “Amber, your looking a bit peaky, did you sleep ok?” “Im fine, just a bit tired” Amber responded. “Oh, well here you can have this.” June said, handing her an extra large coffee. “Oh no I…I couldn’t.” For the first time there was a genuine look of worry on Amber's face, even if it was gone a moment later. “No its ok, I probably shouldn’t have got it anyway. Don’t want to be needing to pee in the field again, not all of us have the bladder power you do” she laughed. “I…uh yeah, that makes sense. Although you shouldn’t skip drinking today is supposed to be a hot one” Amber said as she reached for the coffee that was heavy enough that it almost needed both her hands to carry. “Oh ok, I’ll go grab a few extra bottles of water then, for us both” June said, turning and heading towards the large fridge in the back. Amber clearly regretted her comment as soon as June said that, closing her eyes for a moment as she kicked herself internally. Shortly after Amber returned, carrying her large bag that was now clearly straining under the weight of all the bottles inside it. She was closely followed by a number of students and soon the room was full again. This being the last day, luggage bags now filled the room and caused a number of bottlenecks for the disgruntled staff. Roger was almost the last person to arrive, walking over he dropped his bag on the floor and turned the chair around to sit on it backwards. “Have you guys seen amber, it looks like she has swallowed a melon whole or something.” He stated, looking past them and to the table a few over. “Hi Roger, yeah I slept well thanks for asking.” Suzie said sarcastically “Sorry” Roger said pulling a funny face at her, which only made her poke her tongue out in response.. “I just cant believe she is still holding on” “Yeah, you are not the only one” John added. “Yeah, but you are not the one who has to pay back money they no longer have to people if she does make it home dry.” “I told you not to spend that” replied John. “Its fine, its still like 2 days till we are home. That’s like 8 normal people pees.” It was true, with the half day of work ahead of them, an early evening flight, two lay overs and then the bus ride back to the university halls, Amber still had a long way to go to make it home dry. “Ok guys, if you could all finish up and load up the bus please. Remember to take everything with you, we will not be coming back here.” The professor said above the general chatter of the room. Making sure everyone packed up their bags and walked to the bus and they were soon underway again. About an hour later they arrived at the final work location, Hoover dam. Stepping off the bus the sound rushing water filled everyone ears. The crashing of millions of gallons of water against the large dam and heavy jets shooting through the small sluices a warm welcome to most peoples ears. However it was clear from Ambers tight facial features that despite her calm exterior, the roaring of the water was making her situation so much worse. “Are you ok?” June asked, clearly noticing the strange look on her friends face. “Im fine” Amber said through pursed lips. “Do you need some water?” “No im ok, but thank you June” Amber said, her left eye twitching slightly. “Right guys, we are here today to do some dredge sampling” The professor shouted over the roar of the water behind him. “You will be working in the same groups as yesterday; I’ve just put the sampling equipment next to the back of the bus. Please take a set and be careful when you are out there. I know today is supposed to be a hot one, but do not go into the water. The sides of this lake are extremely steep. Now, you are all adults so I trust you will be vigilant, please look out for each other and again be careful! I will be going around the groups to check on everyone throughout the day. If you have forgotten how to perform a sample, there are laminated instruction sheets in the packs.” Splitting back up into their groups again they grabbed their stuff and started the walk around to the edge of the lake where they could begin getting samples. Luckily this method worked well if you were working in pairs, so despite only being about fiver meters apart the two teams could get away without talking much. By 12 the sun had reached its peak again and the baking heat was getting the better of them. “Alright, its official, I cant deal with Vegas heat” John said wiping his brow. “No kidding, im sure this shirt was light red when I put it on this morning” Suzie joked, her armpits and neck having a distinct darker area where the heat had made her sweat profusely. “You guys don’t know how lucky you are not having to wear one of these” She added, one hand reaching into her shirt and pulling out her Bra. “Ok, that was more of your underwear than I was planning on seeing today” John said, diverting his eyes. “Its just a bra john, im sure you have seen them before” She said waving it at him. “But I cant bare it any more so you are going to have to deal with it” She said, throwing it onto her backpack nearby. “You guys want to stop for Lunch” John asked turning around. Looking over it seemed Amber was fairing even worse than Suzie. Her face pale and black hair sticking to her sweat covered face. Large damp patches spread out from her armpits neck and even from under her massively bloated stomach. The now tight grey shirt had developed a dark half moon near the bottom that did nothing but make her already substantial bladder bulge easier to see. “Yeah that sounds good” she panted. Letting go of the small sample net. The four of them walked over to a nearby picnic bench that thankfully had a roof for shade. Amber was the last to reach it, her legs looking a little shaky as she stepped unevenly. Sitting down she couldn’t help but let out a grunt, the tight waist of her jean shorts digging into her bladder painfully. “Are you ok?” June asked “Yes im fine” Amber replied, but it didn’t seem to satisfy June who reached over and put the back of her hand on Amber's forehead. “You are really hot. I think you should drink something.” “Im fine, I’ve had a couple of bottles when we were working.” “Yeah, but you don’t want to take any chances. Your head is really warm and im worried you might be getting heat stroke.” “I…” Amber started, her energy still to low to really argue. “You need to drink, here.” June said handing her a bottle of water. Reluctantly Amber began to drink, her eyes fixed on June and looking for any indication she was satisfied with how much she had drunk. But June continued to look back expectantly until the entire half litre was gone. “Happy?” Amber panted. “Yeah, but if you need any more let me know. I know you said to bring lots so I did. Same to you guys” She said offering a bottle to John and Suzie, who gratefully took it and placed it on her head. “Hi guys how is it going” came the familiar voice of the professor. “Finally made it around to you guys” “Its going ok, thanks professor.” “Awesome, I hope you are getting some good samples to take back with us” “I think we should be” John replied. “Are you ok Amber?” The professor asked, looking at the uncomfortable woman in front of him. “Im fine professor” She said trying to sound confident. “Your looking a little pale” “Just a little hot”. She said, trying to sound casual, even as the sweat dripped from her forehead. “Ok, well here you go. We can’t have you getting heat stroke”. He said handing her a large litre bottle of water. That twitch in her left eye reappeared as she outstretched a hand to receive the bottle of water that John was sure would do nothing to help the real issue. “I want to see that empty the by the time I come around again. We cant afford anyone being ill on the last day” he said cheerily. “Anyway I have to keep moving, you guys know where Roger and his group are?” “I think they are a little further along the bank” “Ok thank you” He said with a little wave as he disappeared back up the path. Slowly Amber began to work her way through the bottle as they ate their lunch enjoying the nice area. After getting out of the sun they had to admit the area had some amazing scenery. The wind blowing through the trees and birds chirping….. “What up guys” Roger said enthusiastically, breaking the quietness of the area. “Hey, what are you doing here?” “Professor Gallagher said you were down here so I thought I would come say hi” “Where are the rest of your group?” “Oh, they went to look at the dam museum” “Dam museum or Dam! Museum?” John tried to joke, but apparently Roger was having none of it. “What…The museum of the dam that is right there” Roger said, pointing at he tall structure still visible even from their position along the bank. It large size kind of intimidating in a weird way. Now together again they group made idle chat as they sat eating their lunch. Even June joined in from time to time, although Amber chose to sit quietly. A look of concentration on her face as she sat with her legs tightly pressed together eating her sandwiches. “Hey guys, just me passing through again.” Came the professors voice again. “You feeling any better Amber?” “Yes thank you professor” she replied, a little more convincingly this time. “Ok, well I brought you another bottle in case you need it. It’s a hot one today, so we cant take any chances. “You are still looking a little pale, are you sure you are ok.” “Im fine” Amber said, a clearly forced smile on her face as she accepted another bottle of water against her will. “Ok, well keep drinking.” “Oh!” he said, raising a finger. “I have something back at the bus that might help. I’ll bring it with me next time I come around. Anyway we will be leaving in about 3 hours, you guys think you will be done by then?” “Yeah we should be” June said confidently “Perfect, well I will see you lot in a little bit.” As he left the others packed up their lunches, finished off their drinks and got back to work. John couldn’t help but notice how unsteadily Amber stood up, had she actually gotten heat stroke? Or was that just the impact of having such a full bladder? “So we only have to get 5 more samples, shouldn’t take us too long” Suzie said, bringing him back to the task at hand. It took no time at all to get the last samples and thankfully even the temperature had started to drop. It was still hot, but now a few clouds were breaking up the blue sky and lowering the impact of the sun. Periodic dark shapes crossed above them and gave them a moment of rest bite from time to time. Although the work was still hard going, especially it seemed for Amber. Now standing with her legs tightly pressed it did make sampling a little harder. But thankfully it seemed that June was aware of the situation and helping mitigate some of the reduced movement her partner was exhibiting. Even so, they were a little slower in finishing, with John and Suzie helping out June while Amber more or less looked on. She seemed a little put out by the fact they were doing her job for her, but surprisingly it seemed even her pride realised this was probably the best bet for her dignity. The physical pulling and carrying of heavy soil and sediment samples was tiring her out. The demands from her bladder not helping as she felt her muscles starting to ache, both in her legs from carrying and those helping keep her enormous bladder contained. “Hi guys, how is it going? We are starting to finish and pack up, do you guys think you are almost done?” Came the professors voice again, materialising out of nowhere as he seemed to do. Amber almost winced at just hearing it, hoping he didn’t have another present for her. “Yes, this is our last sample” “Perfect, seems like most people are finishing up too. Should mean we arrive in plenty of time for the airport.” “Amber, you are still looking a little tired” he said rummaging in his bag. “I’m…im fine professor.” “Here we go”, he said handing her yet another bottle of water and ignoring her comments. “I’ve put one of these hydration tablets in it. I realised that we have all been sweating a lot, which means we have been losing a lot of salt and other things that just seep out from our pores. So I thought that might be a better bet that just water in case you are down on something like that. Its not quite Gatorade but it should do the trick” “I……thank you professor” “No problem, got too look after my students” he said cheerily. “Now see you guys down at the bus as soon as you can. We should be having a little break about halfway to the airport, if we are quick enough we might be able to get a few more minutes there.” “Ok, we will be down soon” John said as the professor walked away. Turning his head he could see Amber now staring at the still closed bottle of water, seemingly mesmerised by the bubbles still forming from the remnants of the purple tablet dissolving at the bottom. “You know you don’t have to drink that if you don’t want too” John said. “I… what?” Amber asked confused having zoned out. “The bottle, you don’t have to drink it. Unless you are feeling a little ill and then maybe it’s a good idea” “Why……Why wouldn’t I drink it” She asked, the word drink slightly catching in her throat. “Because that’s your third litre in the last 5 hours, anyone would be gagging themselves to pee right now” “I…I don’t know what you mean, I am fine.” “Then why were you staring into your bottle?” “Im fine, I was just looking at it. Wondering if it would be better to have it now or back at the bus and…I think…I think I will have it now. Im still a little thirsty” she said moving up a hand to her throat for dramatic effect. He could see that she had dug herself into a hole, and was currently wondering about her decisions. But after a short pause she unscrewed the cap and lifted the large litre bottle to her lips and began to chug. Her eyes looking to John as if to prove a point. “You don’t have to….” Amber held up a finger to shut him up as she chugged, the liquid in the bottle quickly glugging in waves down the bottle and into her waiting mouth. He noticed her grimace slightly for a second as her hand that was shushing him went to rest on her giant bladder. Was it just his imagination or was it still growing, each mouthful of water appeared to inflate her more and more Even though he knew it was biologically impossible he could have sworn that was what was happening. Her distended and melon like bladder making the fabric of her jean shorts creak under the weight of her pee. Litres if not gallons upon gallons of water now contained by the tiny shorts and her stretching skin. Finally Amber finished chugging the bottle, her eyes wide for a moment as her hand shot up to cover her mouth. For a moment John wondered if she was about to throw it all back up. But after a few deep breaths she seemed to regain control of her body, “Sorry, what were you going to say?” She asked, clearly pleased with herself. “Never mind” He said defeated, there was just no helping her. Going over to grab his equipment they started to pack away. “MMmmm” Amber groaned for a moment, a hand resting on her bloated stomach again and a clear look of concern on her face. “Are you ok?” June asked, clearly and actually concerned for her friend. “Im just going to sit down for a minute” Amber said, walking over and putting a hand on the table as she sat down. “Ah haaa” she cried as her backside made contact with the bench, both hands cupping her distended bladder as she grimaced. “My stomach, my jeans” She grunted, one hand now pressing against the table as she tried to push herself back up. A loud gurgling noise could be heard coming from her stomach “Oh no” she whimpered again, closing her eyes tightly. *Ping* A loud tearing noise could be heard as the top button on Amber's shorts flew across the wilderness, deciding it could take the pressure no more. Her immense, bulging bladder simply too large for them to contain. Her bladders size physically breaking the button from the white denim, tearing at the double stitching and ripping it apart with sheer force. “Oh fuck” she groaned again. Watching the spectacle from just a few feet away John noticed a few drops of liquid fall from the bench where Amber was sat. Was this it, was she wetting herself. Looking at her face it was now bright red, her cheeks burning as her shorts tore themselves free. A hand was now pressing between her legs which were still mashed together. “Did you just…..” John started “No!” She shouted back. “These are old shorts. Must have worn away” she grunted. It was a lie, she had bought them when they were shopping together about a month earlier. Plus that wasn’t what he was referring too and she knew it. “Are you ok?” June asked again. “What yeah, totally” she said waving her free hand at her dismissively. “Ok, well we need to get going to the bus” “I…Yep” Amber replied, taking a few deep breaths she slowly pushed herself up off the bench, keeping her legs close together at all times. Picking up her bag she strangely seemed to extend the straps to wear her rucksack hung low enough to cover her rear. John was doing his best not to just stare, but he had to know, had she wet herself while the jeans explosion was happening. But as much as he might take the occasional glance, he just couldn’t get a good look. Either way Amber was definitely walking more stiffly that before, but managed to get back to the bus and sit down before he had a chance to see or certain. Loading his equipment in the back of the bus he noticed Roger around the back of it, seemingly talking to the driver. Something that wasn’t that weird but did come across a little strange. Knowing him he was probably trying something. But finishing loading up his gear the students all boarded the bus and they got underway. Sitting opposite Amber again, he could see she still had a hand gently resting above her crotch, her lips pursed as she rigidly seemed to sway slightly in her seat. Not enough that most people would see it as anything other than from the buses movement, but John could tell it wasn’t. He knew she was really starting to get to the edges of her control and he wasn’t sure if he should feel happy or guilty about it. The first half of the bus journey took about 3 hours and after a game of cards along with some travel monopoly that one of Rogers friends had bought at the museum, the time passed quickly. Looking out the window it was clear they were coming up to a stop of some kind, driving off the main road and onto a much smaller link road. A bright neon sign passed the window displaying services ½ mile. Pulling up outside the place it seemed to have little on offer other than a seven11 and a travel hotel, but most were just happy to be able to stretch their legs. Before standing Amber slowly moved her hand and looked down at her lap. Looking a bit more relieved but her face still a bid flushed she waited for the others to get off and followed. Roger all but ran off the coach, claiming he really needed to pee and dashing off into the store. “Im going to go and get some snacks if anyone wants anything?” Suzie asked “Yeah, ill come with you.” John responded. “Me too, I could do with a drink of something other than water.” June said, slightly surprising John. It appeared she now considered herself part of the group or at least their friend, which he wasn’t upset about.“What about you Amber, Im sure you must want something that isn’t water by now too?” “Yeah sure” She said, another force smile on her face. Walking into the shop slowly they were met with a lot of empty shelves and a drinks fridge with an out of order sign on it. It was clear this was not exactly the finest establishment in the world and was starting to make John wonder why they had stopped here. The only working drinks machine appeared to be a large dunking doughnuts ice tea dispenser. Walking over to it John pressed the screen and looked for a nearby cup only to find that just the giant 32oz cups were present. Puffing his cheeks out he gave up on the machine and went to find Suzie in the snacks isle. But looking over the tops of the small shelves he could now see June and Amber having a go with the machine. “Hi excuse me” Amber said waving over a member of staff. “How can I help you guys?” “Um, do you have any other cups and lids?” “I, oh that’s strange I swear I put some out earlier. No, im afraid those look like the only ones we have at the moment. We are running low on some things today.” John overheard. “Ok, thank you”. He expected that to be it, but to his surprise June simply loaded a large cup into the machine and pressed for it to start. Within moments it began loudly filling the large plastic cup beneath it. That little twitch in Amber's eye was back and by now John was almost sure it was an unconscious tick of needing to pee. It must have been hard for her to stand so close to the machine as it filled the cup, slowly pouring the golden liquid into the cup. June took the cup out and handed it to Amber who accepted it, before June put another one in and it began to noisily fill again. “Im….Im going to go pay for these” Amber said, breathing heavily through her nose as her body seemed to bend over slightly. “What are mike and Ikes?” Suzie asked next to John? “They are pure gold is what they are. You can not get these in England, well these exact ones” he said looking to the back of the shelf and under it. “Dam, no full boxes.” Ah well, may as well buy them for myself” He said grabbing a couple of bags of them. “Wait, do I want blue or red?” “This is the most consideration I have seen you give anything” Suzie mocked as he seemed to be trying to weigh the bags in his hands. “What, this is maybe the last time im going to be able to eat these, so its serious.” “Then why not get one of each so you can experience them both.” John replied. “That’s why we keep you around, great ideas like that.” Roger replied happily. “Why can’t you be helpful like that” he jokingly asked Suzie. “Because I couldn’t care less about what sweets you choose to buy” She said frankly. “Well, you scare me, so im just going to go with what John suggested” he said picking up a bag of each and walking up to the counter. After grabbing the snacks they joined the group of people waiting for the bus driver to get back and open it. A few moments later he emerged from the bathroom and opened the door and people began to pile in. “Hey, you two. No open drinks!” He shouted as the line stopped in its tracks and John could see he was talking to June and Amber who were just a couple of people in front of him. “But they didn’t have any lids” “Im sorry but no open drinks” he said again, tapping the window which had a clear sign that showed no push chairs, suitcases or cups without lids. “What do you want us to do with them” June asked “I don’t know, im sorry but I am not having you make a mess in the bus.” “We wont make a mess, I promise.” June tried. “No one does it on purpose, but accidents are no easier to clean up” That one had seemingly stumped the pair of them. “Well im not throwing it away” Amber said clearly annoyed. “I just paid for these” The statement only getting a shrug from the driver. “Fine!” Amber said defiantly and despite what must have been an achingly full bladder she put the cup to her lips. Her temperament charged by anger she began to chug from the large cup until in less than 30 seconds the entire cup was empty. Not for one moment did she break her gaze with the driver who seemed to be trying to act indifferent, but a strange look of fear was keeping its way onto his face. Clearly intimidated by the angry woman In front of him. John knew the look she was giving him well and could definitely relate to it. Next to her June was doing her best to drink quickly but halfway through she had to stop. Her hand falling to her stomach she let out a little burp. “Im sorry, I just cant. Its too much. I think im just going to have to bin it.” “Oh give it here” Amber said clearly still annoyed, snatching the second drink from her friends hand she put that to her lips. Resuming her death stare she chugged back the little over half of Junes drink too. Finishing her drink she raised her eyebrows at the driver as if to say good enough. “Get in” he said, rolling his eyes and starting the engine. Passing Amber as she sat, John could hear a quiet groan as she bent over and made contact with the seat. Her two hands moving between her legs for a moment. Then something happened that John never thought he would see, Amber crossed her legs. Her face was flustered, she was clearly not use to this level of need to pee, yet her pride and determination still kept her holding. As they pulled into the airport parking it had been clear for the last hour that the volume of drinks Amber had downed was really starting to affect her. The bulge of her bladder had also grown dramatically, not even the other buttons of her shorts were able to keep it contained. It now forced the front of her shorts wide open as her bloated stomach surged through the gap and refused to give back any of the space it now needed. The tops of her light blue pants were occasionally visible, despite her best efforts of using her slightly long shirt to cover herself. The dazed look of concentration had returned as she mindlessly stared into the back of the chair Infront of her, clearly unable to think too much about anything but her need to pee. Amber also seemed to be chewing her bottom lip as a nervous habit John had only seen during exam season. A constant sheen of sweat was also present, her hair once again stuck and matted to her skin despite the air-conditioning on the bus working overtime. Thankfully for her the bus soon pulled out and they were ushered into the departures area. “Ok guys you have 10 minutes then we will be checking in.” “I really have to pee again” June said, bobbing up and down on the spot slightly. “So im going to go and find a loo”. Downing that drink earlier had seemingly caught up with her. “I’ll come with you”. A sentence that had surprisingly come out of Amber's mouth. Was that it? was she finally giving in. If it was, it felt strangely anticlimactic to John. “Oh ok, im glad you are finally peeing. I was starting to worry.” June said. “I….I don’t need to pee.” She said, swallowing hard, almost as if the words “I really need to fucking pee” had tried to come out on their own. “I just need to go change” Amber said, rummaging around in her bag, before looking up.. “You know because I broke the button, I mean because the button broke”, She stammered out quickly, her face slightly redder than normal. “Ok sure, I think there are some over here” June said as they walked off, amber taking short purposeful strides. The usually calm and hospitable June almost dancing as she battled her own bladder and must have been hoping Amber could walk faster than she was doing. Returning just under 10 minutes later came a much calmer and relieved looking June, while Amber was also still doing her utmost to look calm and collected. She had exchanged her entire outfit for a slim, thin strapped black dress that was far too nice to wear on a plane. But John guessed it was the only thing that Amber was sure she would be able to fit around her now giant midsection. As they approached its full size became apparent, its said that black was slimming but this looked anything but. The thin material was clearly struggling to contain the bowling ball of a bladder that was sticking inches out of her. The dress was surely inches longer than it currently looked; the fabric was being taken up by the extra mass sticking out of her body. Originally Knee length it now reached just halfway down her thighs and was perilously close to flashing everyone if it rode up any more. Standing for a moment she seemingly readied herself before bending down to put her things back in her bags. Her strange kneeling stance accidentally exposing her now white underwear to John. She did leak! He thought, there was no other reason why she would change surely? But how could she still be dry hours after leaking, maybe her bladder was strong enough to get home. But watching her he could still see the small things she was doing. Putting her old clothes in her lap allowed her a few moments to press on her crotch under the guise of gathering everything up. Plus in that position she could squeeze her thighs together tightly, with a heel under herself helping the aching muscles. But still, she was dry and to her word had almost made it back home without peeing. Although John also knew the next few hours would likely be agonising for her, with so much of what she had drunk and would drink still making its way through her system. With their fast track education Visa’s check in was no problem as the one by one they loaded their luggage into the system. Making their way through security with just enough time to grab a bite to eat before boarding started. Walking onto the plane John was directed to the left-hand side and sitting down he was just sorting his stuff out when a shadow filled his view. “Oh great” Amber said sternly “Look I didn’t pick it” He said, cursing himself for not taking a different ticket off the professor. Was the universe trying to teach him a lesson, why did this keep happening. Of all the 300 seats why was his next to his ex-girlfriend. Although thankfully he at least had the isle seat, so he could escape when the plane took off and go speak to the others. Putting his bag in the overhead bin he sat down, now close up he could really see the strain on her face. The muscles and tendons almost twitching as she did her best to keep the façade of her calm and in control look. A look that vanished when John clicked his seat belt into position and she realised she would have to do the same. Her eyes were wide as she tried to think of a way out of it but with a small look of self-pity, she grabbed on end, extended it to its fullest and clipped in it around her bulging bladder. “Mam, that needs to be tighter” a passing air hostess told her a few moments later as she went around checking the passengers before take off. Pulling the tab tighter Amber couldn’t help but let out a quiet grunt with the belt now laying directly on top of her bladder. Maybe this wasn’t going to be too bad, John thought to himself. With her so distracted and people telling her what to do for a change, things were looking up. Going up seemed to be the problem for poor Amber though. As the plane thundered along the runway it reached take off velocity and lurched into the air. The sudden movement and shifting of weight inside her made her whimper loudly. One hand pressing between her legs as she visibly grimaced. Her eyes closed she began breathing deeply through her nose, each jostle of the plane as it passed through the cloud layer causing her more discomfort. Part of John was expecting her to loose it right there, which then made him worry about just how much she was holding. Could the plane handle that much pee, it would definitely spread across the carpet a fair amount. Thankfully for him and for Amber, the plane soon levelled off and the seat belt sign turned off. Something the still grimacing Amber seemed not to notice, the quiet bing not registering over the drum beat of her own heat as it ricochet around her ears. “I think we can take the belts off now” John said quietly. Amber's eyes flew open, suddenly remember where she was. The hand between her legs shot out from between them but a moment later her thighs slammed together as she winced. The lack of support clearly having an impact. Quickly grabbing the belt she unbuckled it and sighed in relief. “I wasn’t holding myself” she stammered out, despite no one accusing her of doing it. “I didn’t say you were, but you know you can admit to needing to pee. Even if you plan not too, everyone pees.” He reiterated “Well I don’t, I don’t hold myself, I don’t get desperate, I don’t pee because I need to, I because I choose to” she reeled off quickly. The tensing of her thighs and sweat covered face suggesting the opposite. “Fair enough” John answered, he had gotten more than enough of this kind of thing over the last week and he just couldn’t be bothered to argue the point any more. It truly seemed she was in denial. “Don’t dismiss me like that” she said angrily. “What do you want me to say, you clearly need to pee. Everyone can see it, everyone knows it, except apparently you.” “Well they are all wrong, they are all ….wrong. I….I don’t need to pee. Its….its not true” she faltered, involuntary heavy breaths pushing out of her nose as she spoke. Her left eye was now twitched more than John had seen previously. Maybe it wasn’t a pee thing, maybe it was an anger thing…..no wait it couldn’t be, he hadn’t seen it before. “Ok, look im sorry. I wont bring it up again” John conceded. “Thank you.” She replied, before she closed her eyes and a few minutes later seemingly fell into a light sleep. The occasional twitch or groan slipping out from between her lips an indication of its restlessness. Although how she could sleep with that much pee inside her was a mystery to her. But an hour or so later he too fell asleep, the sky outside the window starting to darken. A while later he woke to the sound of constant shuffling. Opening his eyes slightly but still pretending to be asleep he could see Amber in the dim night lighting of the plane. Her face was a picture of concern, biting on a finger nail as her legs bounced on the floor. Her feet moving restlessly in circles as she clearly fought the battle of her bladder once again. This proved it, she knew she was desperate, but why wouldn’t she just pee already. Her eyes seemed locked on the screen Infront of her that was currently showing some show he didn’t recognise, her headphones in she was intently watching what ever it was. Yawning he stretched his arms out, pretending as if he was just waking up, instantly Amber's legs stopped moving but again the loss of help caused her whole body to pulse. The force of it causing her to gasp and bend slightly. Yet still she said nothing, pretending she hadn’t noticed him wake up. Checking his watch it was…. something in Vegas time that didn’t help right now. Clicking the screen in the back of the chair he could see it was just 40 minutes until they arrived in Frankfurt, he had somehow managed a full night’s sleep. Although that might come back to hurt him depending on what the time was back home in relation to here. Either way he knew that he had to pee, excusing himself he got up and walked to the back of the plane. On his way back after relieving himself he stopped off and chatted with Roger before he was ushered back to his seat as they were about to land. This time Amber clearly had a plan as the landing was announced. Despite a comment from a passing air steward about her blanket she managed to somehow hide the fact her belt was looser than it should have been. A fact that drove John mad, she was literally putting her bladder and pride above her own safety. But nevertheless, he stayed quiet, assuming and hoping nothing would go wrong with the landing that meant the belts were even needed. Thankfully, it was totally smooth. However, even the soft bump of a perfect landing caused another grunt to escape Amber who was still somehow controlling herself. As a connecting flight they didn’t have to worry about security or check-in, but their flight left in just 40 minutes which gave them little time to find the right gate. Shuffling their way to the correct gate the students all sat around waiting for boarding to start. “Im going to go find a toilet” Roger announced. “Can’t you wait, we will be boarding soon” Suzie said. “I’ll be quick. I just prefer not going in those tiny compartments. I’ll be back before you know” He said running off. “If he misses the plane, I will not be waiting for him” She said slightly annoyed. A few minutes later he returned, much to Suzie’s relief. Although part of her was starting to like the idea of leaving him behind. “Hey good news guys, the plane is delayed because of bad weather. I think they said it would be 6 hours till we leave” “How is that good news?” Suzie asked “Because I just passed Amber who is currently doing a pee dance while in line with June at the coffee shop.” “So, 6 more hours for us is 6 more hours for her to wait” “Exactly, and im sure it must be so much worse since we are so close to being home. It is only a 5 hour flight from here, but that’s 11 more hours now” “Are you guys really that invested in this?” John asked sceptically. Part of him still hated how much of a game they had made out of her suffering, even if it was self inflicted. “What, we are in an airport what else is there to do?” “I’ve got some cards if you want to play” June said, startling them by apparently appearing out of nowhere. “Jeeez, where did you come from.” Roger said, one hand on his chest. “Glad I peed before you did that” He half joked. “Guys, can I have your attention please” A man in a high visibility vest said stood next to the gate. “Im sorry to say your plane has been delayed by approximately 6 to 7 hours. We are sorry for any inconvenience caused by this, but we have some bad weather overhead that looks like its sticking with us for now. As compensation, you have all been given temporary access to the airways club bar which is just down the hallway behind me and to the left. Thank you for your patience, I will update you when I receive more information. Please keep an eye on the departures board for more information. “Result”. Suzie and Roger said at the same time whilst fist bumping. “Mind if we join you?” June asked, which was kind of awkward as she had also seemingly invited Amber along too. Although at this moment in time she appeared to be preoccupied, her face was grimacing periodically as she fought the waves of desperation they were sure she was feeling by now. Her legs were tightly crossed and they could see the tops of her thigh’s contracting from time to time as she tried to keep her bladder contained. “Yeah sure” Roger said, a glint in his eye of an opportunity forming. “You coming Amber?” June asked “I….I don’t know” She stuttered. “Come on, it will be fun and like you told me, we cant let our bladder’s run our life right” June said with a smile. But John was wondering just how long she had been waiting to throw that line back into Amber's face. It was the same thing she had said to June moments before she had wet herself with the whole class watching, maybe June wasn’t quite the innocent sweet girl he had thought her to be. Had Roger been right all along, had she been intentionally filling Amber up like a balloon ready to pop, just for this moment? The comment had worked and goaded Amber back to life though. “Im….I don’t know what you mean June. It has nothing to do with…..My bladder is fine. Im just a little tired but sure I guess I could come with you.” The comment caused Suzie to roll her eyes, after 4 days of this she had clearly had enough of it. Walking into the bar it was amazing, like a modern German tavern right inside the airport. Flags of old German tribes like the Gaul’s were hung on the wall alongside Bavarian relics, or at least replicas of them. The electric chandeliers hanging from the ceiling were made from what looked to be drinking horns. “Wow this place is great” Roger said, clearly enjoying the decor. “3 pints please” he said at the front bar after showing his boarding pass. “Sorry we don’t do pints, we can give you a stein” The barman said in a thick German accent. “3 of those then please”. The group watching as the barman reached under the bar and took out three industrial looking large glasses. Putting them under the tap he poured a vast quantity of beer into each glass. “Guy’s I think you are going to have to carry your own” Roger laughed. Paying and each grabbing their beers they moved over to a small table near the bar, Rogers pack of cards falling onto the table. “Right I want a rematch” he said to Suzie. Checking his head for his sunglasses and also behind him for any mirrors he was happy to see there was nothing to give the game away. “Really, again?” Suzie sighed, clearly uninterested. “Yeah, what else are we going to…. “Im not pregnant you halfwit, its just my bladder!” A shout from the bar interrupted him. Looking over they could all see Amber angrily gesticulating at the bar, her legs firmly pressed together. “No, stop telling me where the bathrooms are, I don’t need to go. A grown woman can wait as long as she need to, now shut up and give me a drink.” “Is it me or is Amber even more angry than normal?” Roger asked quietly as they watched the tall muscular barman become increasingly intimidated and annoyed by the small woman In front of him. “Yes I am sure I don’t need a bathroom, are you trying to insult me by questioning it. My bladder is strong enough to…you know what I’ll show you. Give me one of those.” They couldn’t see what she was pointing at, but soon the annoyed looking barman put a massive boot shaped glass on the table” “She cant be serious” John couldn’t help but say. “Going off her face, I would say she is” Suzie said as Roger dealt the cards. The group watched as the giant vessel was slowly filled with frothing amber liquid, condensation rolling down the outside of the glass. Meanwhile, despite her angry demeanour Amber had started to fidget slightly, her left foot’s heel bouncing on the floor while the liquid poured into the glass. Finally, it was full and with two hands she picked it and began to drink. “Right come on, back to poker” Roger interrupted, clearly intent on restoring his honour. Over the next hour Roger and Suzie battled it out, it was closer this time but again Suzie came out on top. “How is amber doing?” She asked John, who was still glancing over at her from time to time. “I mean she looks like she is literally about to explode. Can her bladder get any bigger, like it looks ridiculous. “ John said “Yeah, I can see why that guy thought she was pregnant.” “Why is she still stood at the bar?” Roger asked “Going off what happened earlier, im guessing she is too full to sit down now.” “Well that’s going to be an issue for the plane” A slight look of glee in Rogers eyes. “I mean she made it this far, im starting to think she might make it” Suzie replied, shooting down his optimism. But after a moment he recovered, seemingly having an idea. “We will see about that” he said looking around, spotting a dark haired man on the table next to them. “Hi, do You speak English?” he asked “Yeah Roger, im on your guys course” “Awkward” Roger said out loud. “Well……” he said leaning in. “Kyle” Their fellow student replied. “Well kyle, how about a free drink? But only if you get her one as well” he said pointing to Amber. “I…. sure?” he said taking the money. “I don’t have to do anything else?” “Nope feel free to talk to her, im sure she is lovely right now” “Thanks….” Kyle said clearly still confused by the arrangement. But despite that he did his part, walking up to the bar and ordering 2 regular steins of beer, one of which he gave to the desperate Amber. “What are you doing?” John asked Roger accusingly . “Giving up on being impartial, it wasn’t working” Throughout the next few hours a series of suitors were paid and bought for by Roger, the offer of paying them for their drinks more than enough to get people to go and attempt to chat up Amber. From their table the three of them watched as she began to get more and more fidgety through the night. She was doing her best to hide it but by 2 hours and 4 more steins in she was clearly losing it. Her posture became more and more hunched as her bladder ballooned even further. The endless supply of water over the last few days had been bad for her bladder, but the new stream of Alcohol must have been pure torture. Soon she was unable to stand still as she locked her legs together and began moving a foot in small circular motions. From time to time they could see her physically flinch, as if something was hitting her, but nothing was. A hour later in it was clear she was struggling, even with her best efforts she simply couldn’t hide it any longer. Her red face puffed and panted as she fought to remain the master of her own bladder, rocking where she stood and a hand now pressed firmly between her legs. More and more of their class joined them in the bar, with many of them having a stake on the outcome of this “event”. It was like some sort of weird theatre play, but the only character was Amber and the villain was her bladder, or was it the other way around? As the minutes passed it seemed a growing crowd of spectators had formed on the nearby tables, all seemingly waiting for the inevitable to happen. Each person watching with interest as Amber desperately struggled, her legs constantly shifting while she whined and grunted in effort of holding in her days worth of pee. The bulge of her bladder clearly larger than it was even on the plane, pulling the strands of her dress that was now totally ceaseless, the material pulled flat by her bulging bladder. A particularly loud whine caught their attention as her legs suddenly swivelled to the left, her hand pressing tightly between them. But the spectacle continued, her red sweating face scrunched in agony as her bladder cried out for relief. Soon her legs began to tremble beneath her as the whimper and grunts escaping Amber's throat went up an octave, the desperation inside her body peaking. Minutes turned to hours as she kept fighting, drops of sweat running down her tired face, her blood shot eyes a sign of the force of squeezing herself shut. She was a mess, but as Suzie had said, Amber had done this to herself. Not only that, she continued to pretend as if nothing was wrong, even ordering yet more drinks to prove to people she wasn’t at the end of her tether whenever people suggested as much. A loud pitiful whimper escaped her pursed lips as he legs swivelled the other direction. Her head bowed and other hand pressing against the bar as she fought on. “I cant sit here and watch this” John said, starting to get up. “Hey, sit you butt back down. You cant help her, this is all on her” Suzie said commandingly. “I..” “Nope, sit down and drink your beer.” Reluctantly John did as he was told, at least for a few minutes. A louder grunt filled the room again as people on the nearby tables looked over. Her entire body shook as she writhed, but her defences had broken for a moment, a highly pressurised Jet of pee burst out of her and noisily splattered onto the floor next to where she was stood. Panting in effort she got herself under control, almost wheezing she stood their as the remnants of the leak dripped off her white underwear and small rivulets trailed down her bare legs. “Im fine!” she said loudly at no one in particular. But the desperate cry was far from convincing and John just couldn’t help himself. Standing he walked over to her, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Look, maybe you should just….” “Your doubting me and my bladder again” she shot back, her legs shaking beneath her as a pained expression crossed her face, breaking through even when she was trying to be intimidating. Even though her dress he could feel the heat of her overworked body. “Yes, this time I am.” “I didn’t leak, I am still in control!” She shouted “I can…I can hold more” “Really, really!?” John said incredulously, unable to believe she could still be fighting it despite the small puddle of her urine next to her. “Fine how about I buy you another beer then, if you are so sure you can hold it” “That…That sounds like a wonderful idea” Creases in her forehead appearing as she scrunched up her face, breathing heavily for a moment. Part of John hadn’t expected her to call his bluff, and was a little lost. But maybe he should just go with it, ordering two more steins the frothing liquid he passed one to the sweating and twitching Amber. Surely she would give up rather than drink it all? “Cheers” he said as they clinked the large glasses together. As soon as the drink hit her lips she began to twitch, a quiet whimper escaped between mouthfuls. It was clear she was suffering and yet she couldn’t admit her need, even in this state. Breathing heavily through her nose she continued to chug, even as John came up for air. Her eyes open, a crazed look of determination on them as she tilted the glass further and further up as she passed the halfway mark. Her breathing only getting harder and harder as she fought her body, sweat ran down her check as her legs started to quiver beneath her bulging bladder. Still she drank, was she trying to prove a point, of course she was. Passing the two thirds mark it seemed she had stopped breathing all together. With just over a quarter of the glass to go her whole body lurched forwards as a powerful pulse seemed to run through it. A groan escaping her lips still planted around the rim of the glass, its contents sloshing back into the glass. Opening her mouth again she kept drinking, another more powerful pulse caused a louder groan to reverberate through the glass. But still she refused to give in. “I can hold it, I can hold it!” She yelled into the glass before tilting it back and trying to force down the rest of the drink. Her bulging bladder looked ready to rip through its second item of clothing that day, a few frayed bits of fabric now present. Her vibrating legs increased their speed before pitching inwards, her thighs slamming together once more. A cry of anguish left her mouth, followed by a few moments of silence and then a deafening splattering noise filled the room. After days of holding it, her iron bladder had finally failed. A thick and hard stream of pee was thundering out of her tortured body and hitting the floor at speed. Almost instantly the puddle had grown to more than a meter in all directions as Amber groaned in relief, her legs still shaking as she emptied her over taxed bladder onto the floor of the public club. Her thin white underwear was instantly saturated as the liquid raced its way past the thin barrier and rivers of pee snaked down her vibrating legs. Droplets of pee bouncing off them as the movement caused the thick stream to fork and run down in all directions as her skin glistened in the bars lighting. Groaning again her back arched and the pees speed only seemed to increase in speed, the sheer volume of piss that was exploding out of her glistening body was amazing, a shocked silence filled the room as the onlookers couldn’t believe what they were witnessing as still she peed. The thunderous downpour entering its second minute as it soaked through the carpet. Her flow unabated in speed or power as still she stood there, panting, sweat covered and shaking in relief. Slowly the enormous bladder bulge deflated as the gallons of pee she had tried her best to keep in flowed freely into the sodden carpet. It had done its best to absorb as much as it could, but the volume caused it to spread over the surface quicker than it could soak into the bottom of it. A dark blue stain continued to spread out from her as an ocean of pee continued to erupt out of Amber. Finally after almost four minutes of peeing it stopped, the last drops dripping into the absolutely enormous puddle she had created. Even vendors that were not part of their class had stopped to watch Amber's accident unfold. The staff could barely believe that one person could have held in so much liquid. It looked almost as if someone had burst a pipe, and yet it was from just one bladder. One bladder that had been forced to contain far too much for far too long. The result had been inevitable, her pride was simply too strong headed. As Amber stood there, still dripping and with her muscles still spasming inside her the room was silent. Everyone couldn’t believe what they had seen, open mouths and looks of surprise covering each and ever one of them, well except two. Two people in the room couldn’t help but smile, A now rich man from South London and a not so sweet girl named June. The end! ---------------------------------------------------------- Thank you all for reading I hope you guys enjoyed reading this story. It definitely turned out far longer than I originally planned, but hopefully it was interesting throughout. In other news: So this was actually a requested story that someone asked me to write, which is the first time I have done something like this. But having received a couple of request for commissions / for me to write stories I have decided to open a commissions store using Fiverr as a store front. 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  8. One important thing before you start reading: English isn't my first language. Apologies for any mistakes, especially when it comes to grammar and punctuation. Chapter 1 The Republic has not been at war with anyone for more than a thousand years, thought Triscol. It was only to be expected that the thought of facing one would shake it to its core. And yet… And yet the sheer amount of debate centered around a decision as simple as the creation of a common army baffled him. The Military Creation Act had been discussed for weeks already, and the end to deliberations — “deliberations”? — wasn’t anywhere in sight. Every session of the Senate looked the same: bickering, squabbles, mutual accusations, complaints, more bickering, recriminations of treason, more squabbles, some new accusations. The Senate is proving the Separatists quite right in their conclusions, he mused, even though he would never dare to say it aloud. The ineptitude of the Republic’s decision-makers was one of Count Dooku’s chief arguments, after all. But for an officer of the Senate Security Force to agree with it could be perceived as treasonous. Not that many of the senators present wouldn’t concur wholeheartedly. Some of the representatives believed that to establish a regular army, answering to no one but the Supreme Chancellor himself, would infringe on the sovereignty of the systems constituting the Republic. It would give the government the power to enforce its will against members of the federation in a way that would be unprecedented in the history of the galaxy, they claimed. Over the Galactic Senate itself, perhaps, since equipped with firepower, the executive branch of the Republic could attempt to extend its power beyond the legal limits set upon it. Not that anyone expected such from Chancellor Palpatine… but who could say that none of his successors would ever prove treacherous enough to attempt something like that? Those supporting the Act claimed these arguments to be irrelevant: some acknowledged that they may well have some merit, others disagreed — but all of them believed that the Republic needs an army to defend its very existence. The Separatists would sooner or later form their own military, they argued, one which they would use to destroy the Republic and replace it with something new, a polity of their own design. The Republic had the right and the obligation to defend itself, they pleaded, and preventive creation of a common military force was required to do so. Of course, there were also fringe opinions. Some believed that the Separatist systems had the moral right to secede from the Republic, and that the Republic had no reason to expect any aggression from them, thus making the Military Creation Act utterly unnecessary. Others concluded that a better solution would be to strengthen local security forces — planetary armies and fleets belonging to its member systems — thus providing the Republic with necessary firepower while avoiding appearing threatening to the worlds leaving the federation. Yet another group agreed that the emerging Independent Systems were a possible threat, yet thought that creating a standing military, or even enhancing regional fleets, would only exacerbate the tensions, leading to a conflict between the two. The senator of Naboo — Triscol’s charge — was firmly in that last camp. Padmé Amidala, the rising star of galactic politics, argued that the only thing the Military Creation Act would achieve would be to provoke the secessionists into a war, giving them a reason to create their own armed forces. The former queen of Naboo was one of the staunchest opponents of the Act, making her voice heard high and wide, quickly becoming the face of the more conservative faction of the Senate. Triscol grimaced. Guarding one of the most well-known politicians in the galaxy was never a pleasant duty… and it was even less pleasant than usual when this politician happened to be one Padmé Amidala Naberrie of Naboo. The stubborn young woman was not an unpleasant person herself, no. For the most part, she was friendly with her staff, generous with stipends and dispensations. What she was beside that, unfortunately, was someone who seemed to actively dislike concerning herself with matters of her own safety. Before the Senate Security Act had passed a month before, the senator was guarded by a small detachment of Naboo Security Forces — so small, in fact, that it had consisted of precisely one soldier. Triscol had once thought it to be negligence on part of the Naboo. Perhaps the former queen was less liked on her home planet that it was commonly said, he once wondered, perhaps they didn’t care much about her safety. Or maybe they were simply incompetent, however improbable that was. He was quickly forced to change this view. When the Senate Security Force took over in all matters concerning the security of the representatives, Padmé Amidala had firmly argued against most of the measures they were intending to implement. Why would she need a detachment of starfighters accompanying her on her every journey, she contested. Why a task force of guards to follow her everywhere, and another force to protect her apartments? She never had any need of being surrounded by a small army, why would she need it now? The commander of the Security Force had even appealed to Chancellor Palpatine himself to convince the young senator to allow the officers to do their duty… not that it had mattered in the end. The senator managed to get her way and limit her security to far below what Triscol considered an acceptable level. And now, when most of the senators present were surrounded by no less than four guards, not counting their aides, the senator Amidala’s floating platform carried precisely three people: the senator herself, one of her handmaidens — a girl called Moteé — and officer Triscol Ullmak, her one and only personal guard. The senator was sitting calmly in her chair, sipping some sort of drink provided by a serving droid, her attention seemingly focused on the speech delivered by one senator Mon Mothma of Bormea. Her elaborate gown was similar to the ones she wore during her time as a queen — Triscol had seen her once on the holonet, delivering a speech on issues between Naboo and some commerce cartel — though still somewhat less sophisticated. Her face wasn’t painted now as well, neither was her hair styled ornately, instead flowing loosely down her back. Her handmaiden, Moteé, wore an elaborate dress as well, even though much less so than the former queen’s. She didn’t seem to be paying much attention to the speech, quite the opposite: the girl appeared utterly bored. Triscol understood that; even he, having an interest in politics, hardly cared about the speeches anymore, not since they turned utterly predictable — and that was weeks ago. Give him the name of a senator, any name, Triscol would describe his views on the Act. If the girl cared little about the matter beforehand, listening to them all arguing was certainly a chore for her. Curiously enough, Moteé seemed also noticeably more restless than senator Amidala. While the senator sat almost motionless, only occasionally adjusting her position, Moteé seemed to be virtually squirming in her chair. Glancing at an empty glass on the table in front of her, Triscol didn’t have difficulty understanding why. A session of the Senate usually lasted between an hour and two hours, though they could get much shorter or much longer, depending on the topic. The floating platforms senators were using were just that — platforms, certainly not containing any utilities, much less a refresher. A senator could direct their platform to land and then go visit the fresher whenever they wanted, of course… but Amidala had yet to do that during his time with her, seemingly content to continue outwaiting the sessions. Her handmaiden seemed to be less capable of doing so, even during shorter sessions, often starting to act impatient whenever they passed the one hour mark. And this session had lasted more than three hours already. The difference between Amidala’s and her aide’s behavior was even more apparent considering how similar their looks were. Back when he started working with her, Triscol was somewhat surprised to notice that both the senator and all of her handmaidens looked very alike; it took him an embarrassing amount of time to determine that Amidala used her handmaidens not only to act as her aides but also as her doubles, whenever a situation arose that required it. Both Padmé and Moteé were brown-haired, both wore their hair long and loose, both were rather short and slim, both had brown eyes and similar facial features. Triscol supposed that it would be easy to mistake one for the other, especially if they swapped their gowns and made the handmaiden wear the more elaborate one. Unless, of course, someone were to compare their bladders, he snickered in his thoughts. As if reading his mind, one the serving droids flying around the hall approached their platform, emitting a string of beeps in binary. “Yes, we do, thank you. Caf, please,” said the senator. The machine beeped out something that sounded like an inquiry. “Yes, I prefer it in a mug,” was the answer. The serving droid moved closer to the table, extending one of its dispensers… then paused and vocalized a few disapproving noises. The senator’s mug was grabbed by one of the manipulators, quickly to be replaced by another, this one clean. The dispenser quickly started filling it with black caf, without sugar or blue milk. The machine seemed to be quite aware of Amidala’s preferences. Quite surprising, thought Triscol, considering that she’s a senator not much longer than five months. On the other hand, the senator did seem to be fond of caf, usually requesting a new cup immediately after finishing the previous one — seemingly often enough to catch the attention of the serving droids. Once the senator’s caf was finished, the droid turned towards Triscol, beeping a similar question towards him. “No, thank you,” he shook his head. “I thought most security officers liked caf,” said Amidala, turning her head towards him, her expression curious. “But I haven’t seen you ever drink it, not once.” “Most do,” Triscol confirmed. “But I don’t need caf to stay awake. And I don’t like the taste,” he added. The senator opened her mouth to answer, then turned towards Moteé and the serving droid, now hovering near the girl. The droid was making increasingly distressed noises. “No, thank you,” the handmaiden was saying, repeating herself. She sounded annoyed. “I know I requested it, but I’ve changed my mind, thank you.” The droid beeped, somehow managing to convey disappointment. “What did you request?” asked Amidala, raising an eyebrow. “Meiloorun juice. I asked for it to be added to the menu, yesterday,” said Moteé. Droid emitted a few accusing sounds. “I have tried it! I drank three glasses of it, I’m not thirsty anymore,” argued Moteé. “You’re making him sad,” said Amidala, laughing. “I don’t need to drink anything more, thank you,” said Moteé, a commanding note entering her voice. The serving droid seemed to get the message, turning and floating away. It did, however, pause a few meters away from them, turning around and vocalizing a few angry beeps in their direction, before finally moving to serve someone else at another platform. Droids were often allowed more leeway than organic personnel, the Galactic Senate was not an exception. The senator laughed again, before looking at Moteé for a moment. She seemed to notice how fidgety her handmaiden was and grasp the reason in short order. “If you wish, I can bring the platform down. Then we can all take a break…” started Amidala. “No, that won’t be necessary, my lady,” answered Moteé, glancing at Triscol. Her cheeks seemed to redden slightly. “As you wish,” said the senator, some amusement present in her voice. “For what it’s worth, I think this session will be over soon.” “Thank you,” said Moteé, still sounding annoyed. Triscol wasn’t nearly as certain as the senator was. The session would last until the Chancellor would decide that it’s time to for it to end — and Chancellor Palpatine tended to be rather unpredictable when it came to that. Still, three hours were already far above average, and the senator had more experience than Triscol when it came to such things. Thinking on that, the Chancellor himself didn’t seem to be present in the hall. His platform was parked at its pad, the man nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he had some other matter to attend to… Or maybe he just went to visit the refresher, the officer thought, amused once again. Amidala had already shifted her attention back to the speaker — this time one of the Mon Calamari senators — casually sipping her caf, seemingly infinitely patient. Moteé, on the other hand, seemed to slowly run out of patience as the time passed. Ten minutes after the serving droid left she was incessantly tapping her foot on the floor in a fast rhythm. Thirty minutes, and she was sitting bend forward and moving her crossed legs right and left. Though at that point even the senator was sitting with her legs crossed, Triscol noted. One of the many reasons he didn’t like to drink caf was to avoid finding himself in a situation like theirs. Triscol started to wonder when — if the session wouldn’t end soon — Amidala would decide to bring the platform down and visit the refresher. If she hadn’t forgotten about her handmaiden, it would probably be sooner rather than later. If she had — which she well might had, considering that she seemed to be somehow paying attention to the discussion — then it would be when her own need would grow more dire. Force only known when that is going to happen, he thought. For the entire month he had worked with her, when he accompanied her all the time she was out of her apartments, he had not once seen her visit the refresher. For all her slim frame, the woman seemed to be equipped with a bladder noticeably above average. Probably a useful trait for a politician. Or she was maybe as shy as Moteé when it came to her bodily needs. The handmaiden, while less resistant to refusing the nature’s call than the senator, was usually very unwilling to openly admit her urge to relieve herself, even if she was outright desperate… like today. She often tried to catch the senator’s attention, obviously hoping for Amidala to notice her state — but she had never asked for a leave to go up front. And whenever she had noticed that Triscol was aware of her predicament, her cheeks turned red and she averted her eyes. The officer wondered whether Naboo had some sort of cultural taboo regarding these matters. He became curious what it would take for Moteé to break it. Or for the senator herself, a voice whispered in the back of his mind. Triscol glanced casually at the handmaiden, watching her for a moment. The girl certainly did seem to be at the end of her tether. Rocking back and forth in her seat, she was biting her lip and seemingly not paying the slightest bit attention to anything else than keeping her pee inside her body. Her face was tense and her legs were double-crossed, her dress clinging tightly to her sweating body. The officer quickly averted his eyes, forcing himself to hope that the session would end soon, for the handmaiden’s sake. Surprisingly, it actually did. Chancellor Palpatine had seemingly returned to the hall, as his platform was slowly rising above the floor and moving towards the center of the hall. The current speaker seemed to notice that, as he paused in the middle of his speech. It took only a minute for the platform to reach its place by the ceiling. “Honored senators! Citizens of the galaxy!” the Chancellor’s voice reverberated, artificially amplified. “The issues and problems that have been discussed at this session of the Galactic Senate are of importance. They are vital to the well-being of the Republic and peace within it. In some of those matters we have achieved consensus, in others, different views battle still. The day has been trying and long for all of us. Let us continue our work tomorrow, after rest clears our minds and reconciles feuding spirits. I hereby declare this session of the Galactic Senate to be closed!” A short — if unexpectedly enthusiastic — applause sounded around the hall. The announcement was surprisingly brief, Triscol observed as their platform slowly started to float towards the ground, atypically brief for Palpatine’s style. Still, it was not his business to analyze the Supreme Chancellor’s decisions, he thought, picking up his things from the table and raising from his chair. The senator was doing the same, with the help of her handmaiden- Well, maybe without her help, Triskol corrected himself. Moteé didn’t seem interested in assisting Amidala. Instead, she was standing by the gate of the platform, her legs pressed tightly against each other, her hands on her thighs, a layer of sweat covering her face. The officer was somewhat used to seeing her when the girl was clearly needing to pee, but that… that certainly was an entirely another level. The girl didn’t look as if she was just desperate to relieve herself, she looked as if she was on the verge of wetting herself where she stood. “Well, today’s done,” said Amidala, picking up her datapad and glancing at Triskol. “Well, not exactly done, there’s still dinner with senator Bel Iblis at seven — but mostly done. At last,” she said, then sighed. The senator passed Moteé by without looking at her, then opened the gate and left the platform, directing her steps to the door of the hall. Triskol knew he ought to follow her immediately… and yet he chose to indicate for the handmaiden to go before him, feeling that she might well not have even notice Amidala leaving. A well-justified feeling, considering that he had to repeat the gesture before she had noticed it, glancing at him for a second, then quickly looking around, her face as red as a tomato. She did quickly move out of the platform, half-walking, half-running in the senator’s trail, with the officer following after them. Moteé had slowed down as she caught up to the senator, changing her half-run into a strange, fast gait composed of small steps. She kept her legs close together while walking, rubbing them against each other with every step, her hands still pressed tightly against her thighs. She wasn’t talking with either of the companions, which was quite unusual for her — most of the time, the handmaiden started chatting with the senator immediately after the Senate’s session had ended. Amidala didn’t seem to be concerned about the unusual silence, perhaps not even noticing it — she certainly did look as if she was lost in her thoughts. That, on the other hand, was increasingly common for her: with every session the Senate looking the same, the senator seemed to grow angrier with the direction the discussion seemed to be taking. She didn’t seem intent on talking with either of her companions as well, paying little attention to them, to Moteé’s presumed chagrin. Triscol wondered if she was going to break the (possible) taboo and ask the senator for a leave to visit the refresher. Or maybe she was going to try and hold it longer, until they reached Amidala’s apartments in the Senate Apartment Complex? He wondered whether she was even capable of doing the latter. And yet… and yet there was a tinge of excitement he felt at the thought of the pretty girl deciding to hold it longer, defying her bladder and her desperate need. Then the group had passed the doors to the refreshers on their way to the exit, and Moteé hadn’t said a single word about needing to visit one. She did slow down, she did turn her head in the direction of the refreshers, she did press her hands even more tightly against her thighs… but then she had walked past them, without saying anything. Clearly, Moteé did intend to suffer through thirty or more minutes of travel to the senator’s apartments. She must be amazingly determined not to be upfront about that, thought Triscol. And then a thought occurred to him: was it just because she didn’t want to mention her need to Amidala… or perhaps because she didn’t want to mention it while he was in the hearing range? “Senator Amidala,” a voice called from behind them, interrupting his musings. The senator and Triscol both turned around, Moteé noticeably slower to react. Hurrying after them was a young man, bearded, clearly breathless. “Senator Bel Iblis,” said Amidala, smiling at the man. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” “I’m here merely to pass you an invitation from the Chancellor,” the man said. “He urges you to meet him in his office, as soon as convenient.” Amidala frowned. “Is it about the Military Creation Act?” she asked, though it sounded like a rhetorical question. “I haven’t got the slightest what it’s about, senator,” Bel Iblis said, shrugging. “The Chancellor has seen fit to use me in a role of an errand boy, nothing more.” “Maybe the matter is genuinely urgent,” she commented. “I’m on my way, thank you for notifying me.” “My pleasure,” Bel Iblis bowed. He stared at Moteé for a moment, his brows furrowing, before shrugging and walking away. “And so it seems our day’s not over yet,” said Amidala, sighing. “Moteé, do you know where are my-” She paused. “Moteé?” Moteé was standing with her legs crossed, her hands by her sides, still desperately digging into her thighs. Her expression was strikingly tense, beads of sweat dripping from her face and disappearing in her cleavage. She was biting her lip and seemed to be barely paying attention to anything going on around her. Amidala kept looking at the girl, her eyes widening slowly. “Oh, dear,” said Amidala, “I think I won’t require your presence at the meeting with the Chancellor. Feel free to spend your time as you wish, wait for us at the lobby,” she continued. “Of — of course, your highness,” Moteé stuttered, turning around and breaking into a run in the direction of the freshers. “By the Force!” the senator muttered under her breath, her face growing red. Have I been right about the taboo?, wondered Triscol. “Well, we ought to be on our way,” the senator said loudly, raising her head and walking in the direction of the closest turbolift. After a few steps, she paused. “Though I’m not sure your presence is required either, officer?” she half-asked, half-stated, her voice hesitant. “I have no issue with accompanying you, senator,” Triscol said plainly. “Of course not,” said the senator, blushing slightly. The journey to the topmost floor of the building took them a few minutes — the Senate Rotunda was by no means a small building, even in the titanic scale of Coruscant. The Chancellor’s office was located at the apex of the dome, directly above the Senate Chamber. The receptionist at the lobby was seemingly expecting them, as they were invited into the office without any further delay: an utterly strange thing, in Triscol’s experience. He had never before visited the Supreme Chancellor’s office; he had, however, often visited offices of various senators, accompanying numerous officials he had been charged to protect throughout his career. He and his charges were almost always required to wait at least a few minutes before being allowed to enter. It seemed to be a custom in the politics of the capital to have the visitors linger in the foyer for some time. Chancellor Palpatine either wasn’t aware of it or was consciously ignoring it. The office itself was round, with its walls painted dark red, empty of any decorations and adornments. There were only a few pieces of the furniture present: a long plasteel table in the middle of the room, a set of comfortable chairs in front of it, a single — and simple — chair behind it, in that chair — the Chancellor himself. Sheev Palpatine was not a young man by any measure. His grey hair was kept short and tidy, his beard cleanly shaven, his face lined with wrinkles. Triscol didn’t know the Chancellor very well — he had seen him a few times, some of them even up close, but he had never spent any longer amount of time in his presence. He knew him better by his reputation: that of an honest man, trustworthy, dedicated to his job, loyal to the Republic and protective of it — in a word, a more than welcome replacement for the previous Chancellor, Finis Valorum. Padmé Amidala seemed to be more familiar with the man, judging from a genuine smile she greeted him with. Not a surprise, thought Triscol, both of them hail from Naboo. Wasn’t Palpatine the sector’s senator before Amidala? “Chancellor Palpatine,” she said, nodding to him. “Senator Padmé,” the Chancellor said, raising from his seat, gesturing the senator to one of the chairs at the other side of the table. No such gesture for Triscol; the officer guessed that he was meant to remain standing. He took his place by the door of the room. “I have received grave news from Alderaan,” said Palpatine, sitting back, “A riot has happened, in front of the local liaison’s office on the planet. It is happening in this very moment, in fact.” “A riot?” echoed Amidala, sounding confused. “Proclaiming secession from the Republic,” said Palpatine gravely. “But…” started Amidala. “I wasn’t aware that there were any Separatist tendencies in any of the Core worlds.” “Neither was I, neither was I,” said Palpatine. “Senator Organa has already left for Alderaan, both to investigate the situation and to attempt to defuse the tensions. It occurred to me that you would be able to assist him in both of these tasks — if you’re willing to, of course.” “I am,” said Amidala. “I’ve visited Alderaan many times before, though more often as queen than as a senator. I’ve known both Bail Organa and Queen Breha for many years. If I can help in stopping violence from occurring, I certainly will.” “Excellent”, said Palpatine, a genuine smile appearing on his face. “If you will allow me to arrange for transportation…” “I have a J-type cruiser with me on Coruscant,” Amidala said. “I can have it ready to launch in three hours, I think.” “Three hours is too long,” said Palpatine firmly. “Not to mention that the journey would take almost twelve hours on a J-type, if my memory serves. I believe I can find something more up to the task, if you’ll allow me.” He continued scrolling on his datapad. “Supreme Chancellor, if I may…” began Triscol, stepping forward from his place by the door. “Ah! An YT-2400 freighter, Chipper, is scheduled to launch in half an hour, from the Docking Bay 84. It’s chartered by the Senate for a transport of… Tibanna gas, according to the manifest. It’s also equipped with a modified hyperdrive, allowing it to make the journey in less than eight hours. Though the conditions might not be fit for a senator, I think. If you prefer your own ship…” “The conditions won’t be an issue,” said the senator. “Time very much is.” “Senator, traveling onboard an unarmed freighter isn’t safe,” insisted Triscol. “Nonsense,” said Palpatine. “Even in these troubled times, the Core remains perfectly safe for interstellar travel.” “The Chancellor is correct,” agreed Amidala. “We’re far from any worlds controlled by the Separatists. There will be no danger to me, not while we’re in space.” “Separatists aren’t the only threat”, said Triscol. “There are also pirates and slavers. Not to mention any personal enemies who would wish you harm, senator.” “Pirate attacks are almost unheard of in this part of the galaxy,” said Amidala, a commanding tone entering her voice. “I thank you for your opinion, officer, but I’ve made my decision already.” Triscol hesitated for a moment, then nodded, moving back a few steps. “Thank you, senator,” said Palpatine, relief evident in his voice. “It’s always a pleasure to work with someone as dedicated as you are. I will communicate with the captain and ask him to wait for you.” “No need — we can make it in time, easily. Just inform him that we’ll be joining him” said Amidala, getting up from her chair. “Though we shouldn’t tarry. If that’s all, we will be on our way.” “Again, I thank you,” said Palpatine, standing up as well. “Have a pleasant journey, senator.” Triscol joined Amidala on her way out. “Half an hour might not be enough to get to the Spaceport,” he told her. “We will get there in time,” the senator said. “An airspeeder will take no more than twenty minutes. We just need to collect Moteé and we will be on our way.” They got back to the ground floor and entered the lobby, where the handmaiden was waiting for them. Her face was still noticeably redder than usual, yet her expression and posture weren’t anywhere as tense as they were before, Triscol observed. “A change of plans,” Amidala told her, “We’re going to Alderaan, our ship launches in thirty minutes.” The group left the building through the main exit, directing their steps to the airspeeder stands nearby. Author's Note Yes, the refreshers on that ship are going to be broken. But that will be in the next chapter. Which I will finish and publish Force knows when. Currently have just 600 words of it written, out of expected seven thousand. (I plan to have five chapters total, in case anyone's curious.)
  9. Phentaiee

    FMHT55

    From the album: Fill-Me- The Human Toilet

    Milly really was desperate! That's what a 12(?) hour car ride can do!
  10. The bladder buster cruise Chapter 1: Setting sail It had been a month since Lilli had seen the advert pop up on the side of her browser. At the time she had thought it had to be a joke, “Go pee free, for a free cruise”. She wasn’t sure what had made her click on the advert, maybe it was curiosity to what it might mean, or maybe it was simply the words free cruise. As a recent university graduate she didn’t have much cash to splash, so if she could get a free cruise she was interested. Now standing at the port, her shoulder length drown hair swirling around her face she couldn’t hide her excitement. “Can you believe it, a free cruise!” She yelled, throwing both hands into the air. The sound of the waves lapping against the walls of the port interspersed with the squawks of seagulls enjoying the late morning sunshine. “You realise its only free if one of us doesn’t pee right?” A huskier voiced woman next to her said. With one hand on her hip the black-haired woman didn’t look quite as happy about the arrangement as her taller friend. “Oh shush Janet, its still a cruise” A third voice shot back. It owner was currently stepping out of a cab that had just pulled up. “Sasha!” The three young women cried embracing in a group hug. “Jesus its windy out here, I don’t know why I spent so much time on my hair this morning.” “Ever the style guru Sasha” Lilli responded, their hug ending as Sasha's long auburn hair whipped around in the sea air. They had been friends since childhood but Lilli had always felt like the nerdy girl taken in by the beautiful popular one. Her average build and tomboyish tendencies combined with the biggest braces you had ever seen made school life a little difficult for her. But thankfully her and Sasha had hit it off in PE (Physical ed), with neither of them really wanting to do it. Slowly jogging or mostly walking around at the back of the pack during track days gave them plenty of time to talk. She had been pleasantly surprised at just how nice Sasha was, initially thinking of her as another airhead beauty. It turned out that despite her flaming red hair, picture perfect smile and blemish free skin she was actually pretty down to earth. Thankfully since those days the braces had been removed and Lilli had somewhat blossomed into a beautiful girl next door type. A small silver nose ring and large tattoo of an octopus on her shoulder the only signs of the rebelliousness phase she had as a teenager. That and her lasting friendship with Janet who despite people teasing her for her old person name was the same age as the others. She had joined Lilli and Sasha’s school just before her GCSE’s and found herself in all the same classes the others two had chosen, it seemed they all had similar interests. “So where is that blonde bombshell sister of yours Lilli?” Sasha asked “She is up at the check in place getting the boarding passes” “Check in place” Sasha laughed, ”you mean the port authority?” “Alright, if you want to use your fancy words.” “So are you guys ready for this?” Janet asked, her uneasiness easy to pick up on. “Totally” Lilli responded. “We have nothing to worry about and we can totally win a pee holding contest between us, plus we have Barbara who I’ve never seen desperate to pee even after a full night of partying.” “Yeah my sister is our secret weapon. But anyway it’s a cruise, it’ll probably be full of old people and even you should be able to beat them” Lilli said, a smile on her face as she elbowed Janet in the ribs gently. Janet knew she didn’t have the strongest bladder, it wasn’t necessarily weak but she doubted she would win the contest by herself. But thankfully Lilli and Sasha were right, Barbara could go toe to toe with a dozen people on a night out and seemed to never take a pee break. Even that time when she lost 4 beer pong games in a row, refusing to leave until she won. “The gangs all here then” came a shout from behind them. Lili's sister was casually walking towards them, hands full of paper “Sorry it took so long, there were a load of other things they had to make me sign. But anyway, here are your boarding passes ladies” she said handing them out. “And here is what looks like a book of free drink tickets which is a result and.... an itinerary thing for today. Oh but be careful with those passes, the guy at the desk said not to mark or bend them otherwise we might forfeit our chance at the free cruise.” Grabbing their bags the four women made their way up to pier 9 and boarded the cruise ship that would be their home for the next 7 days. “So apparently we have a briefing in about 5 minutes in the dining hall area, which is….that away” Lilli said, pointing them towards the front of the ship. Walking down the long corridors the group couldn’t help but notice that the ship was not filled with old people, but mainly people their own age or slightly older. It seemed the offer of a free cruise in exchange of a bathroom visit attracted a certain type of person. The realisation worried Janet who was starting to think this might turn out to be harder than they had first thought. The noise of a tropical steel drum helped direct them to the dining room where rows of seats had been set up. A tall man in a captains outfit stood at the front of the ship, flanked by a pair of beautiful women in blue and white suits. Greeting them and the other passengers they were asked to take a seat and soon the room began to fill. a few minutes passed before the captain picked up a microphone, tapping it twice the booming noise quieted the excitable guests. “Greetings and welcome aboard. My name Captain Hammond and I will be giving your briefing today. Now im sure you are all aware of the special that was on offer for this cruise, and I will now go through he rules and procedures of it. Please pay attention, I don’t want anyone to get disqualified early.” “All of you should have a boarding pass that looks like this” He said holding up a blank copy. "Not only is this your boarding pass but also your bathroom pass. The first time that each of you visits a bathroom we will stamp the left-hand side of your pass like this.” Bending down to a small table he picked up a large rubber stamp, inked it and marked the page. A large black mark was applied to the page with the word "Voided" in its centre. “This will mark your loss of the competition and rule you out of the free cruise. Additionally you will receive a similar stamp on the back of your left hand to make it easier for us and other guests to identify who is still competing." “You should all have also received one of these red booklets. These are free drink vouchers, they can be used for yourself or on others.” A few confused murmurs went through the crowd. “These vouchers can be given out by and to anyone without a black mark on their hand i.e anyone who is still competing. Each person on this cruise has 10 free drink cards that you can redeem at any establishment. Refusal of a competing traveller to accept a drink is also considered to be a forfeit and will result in you being stamped.” “However, while anyone can give anyone a free drink using these cards it is up to the recipient to choose their drink of choice. Whether it is alcoholic of not is up to you, but a standard glass size of a pint will be given of your drink of choice. Additionally, drink cards will also be stamped with a time and given back to the drink recipient, with a grace period of 10 minutes between each drink. This is the only time when you can refuse another drink. The bar’s close at 1am and reopen at 7am, so drinks will also not be available during this period either.” Taking a small sip from a glass of water he paused for a moment, a number of whispers going through the crowed. “Now, to make sure the rules are followed there are no toilets in your rooms but there are large communal facilities on each floor. These are manned 24 hours by a member of staff who will be able to stamp your cards whenever you feel the need to go.” “Finally as an added prize, each day we give all of our competitors £200 spending money to either be spent on the ship or can be converted into the local currency on days where we are docked. When leaving the boat each competing passenger will also be given one of these.” He said holding up what looked like a blue plastic belt of some sort. “These will be fastened around your waist when you are off the boat in order to stop anyone cheating and using a toilet when off the boat. But don’t worry they are flexible and wont get in the way of your activities. If the call of nature does happen when off the boat you can remove them by pinching these two tabs here and pulling. This will deconstruct the belt in such a way that It can not be put back together, so don’t think about trying to do that either. Once back on the ship please hand in the belt to a member of staff.” “Now that all of that has been said, again I hope you enjoy your trip with us, your welcome packs are in your rooms and will include a map and information on everything onboard. If you have any questions please feel to ask myself or another member of staff” With that the captain walked off, leaving the two women to field questions from travellers who may have been uncertain about any aspects of the contest or cruise in general. “He was kind of hot” Sasha said, making Barbara roll her eyes. “Kind of got a tom cruise vibe” “If you mean he is probably old enough to be your dad, they yeah.” “Shut up, are you saying you would turn down tom cruise?” “well…” “Exactly, Sasha 1, Barbara 0” “Should we go find our rooms?” Lilli interrupted her friends squabbling, currently studying the small pamphlet of free drink cards. The rooms themselves were nice, large windows gave them a nice view of the sea from the third floor. Lilli was glad they opted for the queen bed as she laid back, the soft mattress making sure they would sleep soundly even as the ship floated its way around Europe. The four of them had gone for separate rooms, but luckily they were all next to each other on the same floor. A loud knock on the door told Lilli she had spent too much time led on her bed and the others probably wanted some lunch. Stepping onto the food court the group grabbed a table at an American style diner, ordering a round of burger and chips they discussed what their plans were for the day. “Well, I think we should check out the pool for a bit after lunch, then maybe see what the shops have to offer before dinner.” Barbara suggested “Yeah there isn’t too much else to do on the ship till we get somewhere” agreed Janet. "Although I think that bar has pool tables." She said looking over her shoulder. “Hello ladies here are your meals” a waitress appeared, somehow balancing 4 full plates of food and 4 pint glasses on a small tray. “Im sorry I ordered a small” Janet pointed out. Still thinking about her bladder she knew she had to be smart and didn’t want to start chugging back the drinks yet. “Sorry love, you got an upgrade courtesy of those two lads over there” she said pointing to a small table in the corner with a couple of young men on, currently holding a hand up to wave at them. “I…uh” Janet blushed deeply, despite her good looks and sizeable chest she was never the one to get free drinks. “Go Janet” Sasha said elbowing her friend again. “Oh sorry, they paid for all your drinks” she said holding up 4 of the free drink cards they had all received earlier. While some might have taken that as an insult, Janet was happy they were all in the same awkward boat now. “Are they seriously hitting on us having lunch? Its 11.45” She asked incredulously. "You'd be surprised", the waitress joked before disappearing off to the kitchen again. “Hey if they want to pay for drinks we already ordered, im ok with that” Lilli responded, waving a hand back at the two gentlemen. “This isn’t some kind of sex cruise you’ve booked us on little sis is it?” Barbara asked, her tone indicating she wasn’t serious. “Like you’d care” Sasha muttered with her mouth half full of burger. Over the next hour the girls finished their meals and picked their day trip for tomorrow morning. They would be sailing overnight to the Italian coast where they would take a bus trip up into the Alps for a spot of lunch in some market town. The weather looked nice but it was the photo of a furry cow that made Lilli somehow convince everyone else that they wanted to go and see them. After quickly changing into some swimsuits the group made their way to the swimming pool complex on the top deck. Thankfully it was massive, with three large pools making up the main section it meant that despite what seemed like half the cruise having the same idea, it spread them out enough to give everyone room to relax. Random tiki hut cocktail bars were also found at each site and while still early in the afternoon most people could be seen lazily bobbing on the water with a drink of some sort in their hand. Janet was currently laying on one of the nearby deck chairs reading a book and enjoying the sun. Despite it still being a little colder than most would like, the weather was still good with not a single cloud in the sky above her. Next to her Lilli was sketching the scene using Barbara and Sasha as her muses, both lounging in the shallow end of the pool a little away from her. Although as she always did she had taken her artistic liberties, exchanging the cruise ship with the surface of an alien plant. Her subjects currently enjoying a hot spring on Mars, with its duel moons above them. Although as she looked up she could see her beautiful vista had been ruined by a couple of unwanted visitors. Two guys had seemingly taken a fancy to her sister and Sasha, and while she had nothing against them hooking up she had hoped this would just be a trip for the 4 of them. “Hello ladies, what can we get you to drink?” The front one asked Barbara and Sasha took a moment looking at each other they both raised their eyebrows, a signal they had established to mean neither were interested but both thought they could have little fun with them. “Sure, two margaritas’ please” Barbara said sweetly “Great we will be right back” the guys said before quickly turning and heading to the bar, high fiving themselves when they thought they were out of sight. “Ok, so usual plan?” Barbara quickly asked turning to Sasha. “Yeah, they look like jocky Chad’s to me, so Lesbian lovers run away from their boyfriend routine?” “And scene” Barbara laughed, moving a hand in front of her face to show a now serious game face. Shortly the two guys returned with a pair of margarita’s. It seemed while at the bar the two had decided which one they wanted, now sitting on either side of them. The tall blonde muscular dude going for Sasha while the dark haired but more toned guy sat on the deckchair next to Barbara. Despite his sunglasses it was clear he couldn’t keep his eyes off her sizeable chest, although she wasn’t sure he was even trying. “So what are your names” He asked “Im Barbara and this is Sasha, thank you for the drinks” she said taking a sip as sensually through the straw as possible. “Are you girls here alone?” “No we are together” “Like together together, or like just on holiday together?” “Together together” Sasha added planting her lips around Barbara’s It would have taken Barbara and Lili who was watching by surprise if they hadn’t done this routine a dozen or more times in their company. “Sorry guys” she said shrugging “I mean…that doesn’t mean anything, you haven’t had me ye…” “Beat it brad!” came a shout from nearby that did take them by surprise. But by the look on the guy's face trying to chat Barbara up, he knew the angry woman matching towards them. “Come on Cath” he started “Fuck off, before I wedge those sunglasses so far up…” “Okay, okay…geeze.” And with that the guys left, their advances seemingly defeated by the new woman. “Sorry about that, but you don’t want to get involved with them.” The brunette said “That’s my friend Eva’s Ex” she said pointing to a tall brunette who was currently flipping off the pair as they left from across the pool” “They were supposed to come on this cruise together, but he cheated on her and cheekily kept his ticket for this.” “I…uhhh ok thanks for the heads up” Barbara responded, still a little confused over what had just happened. “Sorry, im Cath” she said holding out her hand to shake “I can get a bit protective, but those guys are just dicks of the highest order. Trust me you can do way better.” she said turning and walking back towards her friend. As the woman walked back to her friend, Sasha and Barbara couldn’t help but laugh, clinking their free drinks together the pair went back to relaxing “Brad, so we were only one letter off” Barbara joked sipping her drink. ----------------------- Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed the start to this next story of mine. Sorry there wasn't any Omo content in this chapter, but hopefully it set the scene for the rest of the story and peaked some of your guys interest. As always feedback good or bad is always appreciated! Also feel free to ask any questions you might have.
  11. I’m interested in a holding contest chat. please feel free (kik: bulgingbladder)
  12. Here4theFun

    Nami

    From the album: Requests

    May I request Nami from One Piece peeing herself? I decided to go for early Nami !
  13. Phentaiee

    FMHT42

    From the album: Fill-Me- The Human Toilet

    Filie expresses her desperation while Milly is in the animal shelter.
  14. Phentaiee

    FMHT35

    From the album: Fill-Me- The Human Toilet

    I know we'd all love to see her just fill and fill forever, but she has an act to keep up! Nobody can know how desperate she is!
  15. Phentaiee

    FMHT29

    From the album: Fill-Me- The Human Toilet

    Filie really has to pee! But could she ever give up the constant stimulation from her bladder just to feel a little relief?
  16. Phentaiee

    FMHT20

    From the album: Fill-Me- The Human Toilet

    Letting her bladder fill is like a win-win for her, I don't know why she would ever feel conflicted about it. The fuller the better, right?
  17. From the album: Fill-Me- The Human Toilet

    Introduction to the series! A sort of commercial/narrative start.
  18. Guest

    female A Long Shift

    Hello! This is a story I wrote for OmoL, who had the idea of a waitress from a diner getting desperate at work and rushing home to use the toilet. Even though I don't think it's my best work writing-wise, I had a lot of fun working on this, and I hope you all enjoy reading it ? “Hey ma'am? Can I get another glass of sweet tea?” Laura stopped in her tracks, looking to the customer with an anxious expression on her face. She managed to force a smile and respond, “Of course.” She grabbed the pitcher of iced tea off the nearby counter and walked towards the customer slowly, cautiously. The pitcher had just been filled, and Laura had to move with great care to make sure none of the liquid sloshed out. You could say the pitcher and Laura’s bladder had a few things in common. It’d had been a long and busy day at the diner where Laura worked. People just kept pouring in, never giving the staff a chance to catch their breath. It was also in the middle of summer, and although the a.c worked just fine, it did little to help with so many individuals packed into one space. Between running from table to table and grabbing food from the scorching hot kitchen, Laura had to drink a lot of water throughout the day just to keep from overheating. Sadly, gulping down glasses of water was all Laura had time to do. As the day had progressed she made many attempts to run the restroom, but something always got in the way. A broken glass that needed to be swept up, another table that needed to be served, or another customer asking for a refill. Finding it increasingly hard to keep still, Laura rubbed her thighs together as she poured, the sound of trickling liquid torturing her. Thankfully, everything above her knees was covered by the 1950s-esque waitress dress she was required to wear. After being thanked by the customer, Laura put the pitcher back down and glanced at the clock hanging above her. It read 6:30 pm. “Oh thank God.” Laura thought, rushing to get out of sight and clock out before she was asked to do anything else. She shuffled into the empty break room, closing the door behind her before pressing her legs together and bouncing up and down. It felt so good to be able to squirm after having to hide her need for so long. Once she felt a bit more in control, Laura grabbed her things and took a quick look in the mirror propped up against the wall. Her dark brown hair was a mess, slowly falling out of the bun she had put it in before work started. There were faint, dark circles beneath her hazel eyes, a result of staying up late before remembering she had work in the morning. The dress she was wearing clung to her curvy figure well, but it was a bit wrinkled from all the running around she did. It was a good thing her shift was ending, because she was starting to look a bit unhinged. Laura straightened out her appearance the best she could before throwing all of her things in her bag and heading to the restroom, which was right by the back door of the building. Her bladder quivered in anticipation as she drew closer and she had to stop and squirm for a moment to calm it down. However, when Laura approached the door, her heart dropped down to her stomach. In front of her was a crudely written sign that read, “OUT OF ORDER”. “Shit…” Laura hissed, shifting her weight from foot to foot. She tried to go in anyway but the door was locked. She felt her bladder jolt once again, unhappy that it's chance to empty was snatched away. It looked like she would just have to try and make it home. Sighing, Laura tore herself away from the restroom and walked out of the building. She hopped into her car and took a few minutes to fidget in private, steeling herself for the long drive ahead, before pulling out of the parking lot. “It usually only takes about 20 minutes to get home.” Laura thought. “I should be able to hold that long…” Laura wished she didn’t have to drive, longing to press her legs together. Whenever she didn’t have two hands on the wheel she placed one on her lap, just barely resisting the urge to shove it between her thighs. She placed a hand on her stomach to rub her sore bladder, and was horrified to feel something round and hard. She glanced down to find that her bladder was so full that it was beginning to bulge out of her abdomen. This revelation only seemed to increase Laura’s desperation, and she whimpered as she writhed around in her seat. “Only ten more minutes…” Even with the ticking time bomb in her abdomen being squished by her seat-belt, Laura didn’t think she was in too much trouble. She was confident that she would make it home dry, even though it might be a bit of close call. That confidence was shattered when she turned the corner to see a block of cars in the distance. “Oh for fuck’s sake...” She said, slowing and eventually stopping behind the car in front of her. “Of course there’s traffic.” A work convoy a few miles ahead was causing traffic to move unimaginably slow. Laura dug her nails into her thigh while she rocked back and forth, her patience wearing down by the minute, and took the opportunity to cross her legs tightly while she waited for the road to clear. She couldn’t manage to sit still, feeling like she’d burst if she stopped moving for even a second. “Gotta pee, gotta pee…” Fifteen minutes later, Laura was officially frantic. She was bouncing, scissoring her legs, rubbing her thighs together and anything else she could think of to try and keep everything in. She finally gave into the urge to hold herself and pressed a hand into the skirt of her dress. The relief it offered drew a quivering sigh from her lips, but it still wasn’t nearly enough. Laura wished she could sit on her heel and grind into it for more pressure, but her car was too small. On the bright side, traffic was beginning to clear, and Laura uncrossed her legs so she could drive properly, despite the ache in her abdomen and between her legs that advised against it. Rocking her hips, Laura drove as fast as she legally could, whimpering and cursing to herself all the while. The pressure was getting excruciating, and the simple thought of getting to the toilet was enough to make her bladder spasm. Finally, Laura was right down the street from her home. She came across another red light and shoved both of her hands into her crotch once she’d stopped the car. She was panting now, her body tense and legs quivering with the effort to keep her seat dry. “Oh, I have to go-ah!” Laura yelped. She felt something warm and wet escape her, dampening her hands. She looked down and found a small wet spot on her dress. A string of curses escaped her mouth as Laura held herself even tighter, begging the light to turn green before she leaked again. Once it did, Laura sped down the road and pulled into her driveway. She grabbed her bag, got out of the car and hobbled to the front door, keeping a hand buried between her thighs. She bounced up and down while she frantically searched for her keys. “Come on, come on…!” She whined, feeling another couple of drops leak out, and began to dance from foot to foot as she shoved the key into the door. As soon as the door opened, Laura nearly collapsed into the house, slamming the door behind her and dropping her things before shoving her other hand into her crotch. She ran in place for a second, begging her body to hold on for just a few more minutes. Slowly, Laura shuffled down the hall towards her bathroom, pausing every few seconds to squeeze her legs together. Another few spurts escaped her the second she placed her hand on the door knob. It took all of Laura’s willpower not to give into the relief, trembling as she felt streams of piss rolling down her leg. She knew she only had a few seconds left before the dam broke. She had to make one final push. After taking a deep breath, Laura threw open the door and dashed to the toilet, scrambling to slide down her underwear as her bladder let out leak after leak. Finally, Laura sat down on the toilet and let go. Laura buried her face in her hands and let out a loud moan of relief. The sound of her stream was almost deafening, pounding against the water below. The ache in her abdomen slowly disappeared along with with the bulge her bladder had created, and she lost herself in the feeling of release after holding for so long. By the time she was done, Laura was almost panting with relief. However, she knew she hadn’t made it home completely dry, and looked down to inspect the damage. Her underwear was completely soaked, along with her legs. She noticed that there were multiple drops on the floor, and a small puddle outside the bathroom door, which she neglected to close. “Thank God I live alone…” She thought. Although she basically wet herself, and had a bit of a mess to clean up, Laura was satisfied. She was just happy to not have that unbearable sensation between her legs anymore. However, for some odd reason, she felt another, more pleasurable one, take its place.
  19. From the album: Requests

    adore your style! If you could do Musashi from team rocket with a huge extended belly, that would be AMAZING. GIVE us that great ahegao face of release
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