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  1. This is a piece I wrote for someone, just thought of sharing it here for the ladies who might be interested. Apologies if it is not good enough. Happy New Year 2018 to all! Enjoy! ---- Athena, The Lady of Thesox loved watching men desperate to pee. All her life, she had dreamt of controlling a man’s piss. Having absolute authority over a man’s bladder. After her husband, the lord passed away, leaving behind five children in her safety, Athena had found herself busy with the duties of being a mother and the lady of a vast kingdom. But now that her children were busy with themselves, it left Athena with the time to explore her fantasies. Lady Athena declared an open challenge, “I hereby declare that I will award a large castle and a beautiful wife to any man who would dare to accept my challenge of holding his piss until I give him the discretion to release his waters...” The word spread like wildfire through the country, but no man dared to accept the challenge. Several days passed but to Lady Athena’s great dismay, no one stepped up to confront her. But then, a fortnight later, a man named Malcolm visited her castle. “I accept your challenge!” he said. “Oh, but remember, once you participate, you can only quit if I give you the permission, and not before” Lady Athena smirked. “I accept your challenge my lady” Malcolm said, “I have a large bladder.” “Very well then, the challenge will start tomorrow, get a good night’s sleep” she said, “I shall see you in the morning.” Malcolm was shown to his chambers by the servants. The next morning, when Malcolm visited the grand hall of the castle, he found Lady Athena already waiting for him there, with a large tub of lukewarm water that had vapours of steam rising from it. “From today on, each day, you’ll drink a hundred and ninety litres of water in the morning. An elephant drinks this much in the entire day, so I guess it will be good for you as starters” Athena smiled haughtily, almost expecting Malcolm to be shocked at the amount she had mentioned but the man stood defiant. Gulping the lump in his throat, he began drinking from the tub with the help of a jug. And after two hours of continuous drinking, the man was finished with the tub. “Looks like you have finished it all! Good, that’ll ready you for a big pee” Lady Athena smiled. It was true, Malcolm’s stomach felt bloated with all the water and he knew, such a large quantity would make him piss like an elephant. But he wasn’t worried. With his bladder capacity, needing to pee was never an issue. Lady Athena and Malcolm spent the morning in the church and during the lunch hours, she had her servants serve Malcolm with sixty litres of hot barley tea. That was too much liquid going inside his bladder and Malcolm was beginning to get worried if he’d be able to hold it till Lady Athena wanted him to. But with hesitation, he drank down all the tea given to him and hoped it wouldn’t make him want to pee badly. But while Lady Athena was enjoying the desperation Malcolm was facing, another problem was brewing inside the stable of her castle. Oros was a majestic and powerful centaur that Lady Athena had as her pet and her protector. The being though thoughtful and intelligent, was kept in the stable along with the horses. He was gifted to the Lady by a fabled conjuror and would only listen to commands from Athena. Each morning and evening, the lady would take the centaur out of the castle for a piss as the other servants were scared to go even near the fiend. But since the last two days, the lady had completely forgotten about her pet. “Where is my lady? She hasn’t visited me in two days...” the centaur asked a servant nearby who happened to be feeding the horses. “Well she’s busy with a guest” he answered before walking away with a stack of hay in his hands. Oros held the chain around his neck and sighed in dismay before settling down to the ground. Each day, the being was given four hundred and fifty litres of water to drink, which meant, he already had over nine hundred litres in his bladder. But his vessel was huge and Oros knew he could hold longer if needs be, but not much longer. Inside the stone walls of the castle, Malcolm was beginning to feel the first signs of his filling bladder but he was confident he could wait. Athena could see the first signs of a bladder bulge beginning to form in Malcolm’s midriff. She invited him for a walk in the gardens, hoping some movement would help him digest all that liquid quicker. She noticed the man walked a bit weirdly, but then what could she expect from a person containing over two hundred and fifty litres of liquid in his stomach. In the evening, Malcolm was served, fifteen litres of milk along with thirty five more litres of water. The man was trembling at the liquid intake. “My lady, I just wanted to know how long will this challenge last?” Malcolm asked, placing a hand on his rapidly filling bladder. “Until I am sure that you have the biggest bladder, this challenge will go on” Lady Athena smirked. She could see his bladder distinctly bulging over his breeches and she knew he had some serious pressure building up, much to her amusement. Little did Lady Athena know that her day was going to get much busier though. A huge blow of trumpets from the courtyard announced the arrival of Prince Noah to the castle. The Prince had travelled all the way to Lady Athena’s castle far up north to take an account of the law and order in her state. “Very welcome my prince, it is a great honour to have you as our guest” the lady greeted. “I am pleased my lady, could you please show me to my chambers, it has been a long and cold journey and I would like to have some rest” the Prince said. Lady Athena personally showed the Prince to his chambers and once alone the Prince made his way straight to the privy. Though in his mid thirties, the prince was a strong and muscular man who drank plenty of water each day. Since the morning, the prince charming had drunk over two hundred litres of pure water, and a large amount of honey water and lemonade. But unfortunately for the Prince, when he tried to open the large wooden door of his privy, it refused to budge. It was jammed. The Prince thought of telling Lady Athena of the problem but then decided against it, as it was thought to be a matter of great disgrace for a monarch to tell someone about their need to relieve themselves. The Prince went downstairs to have his supper, but much to his annoyance and frustration, the servants poured him mug after mug of hard cold beer. Lady Athena wondered what a big pee the prince would take after all that beer, and decided to feed the same amount to Malcolm who was sitting right next to her at the table. By the time the dinner was done, both Prince Noah and Malcolm had drunk over twenty large mugs of beer, and Lady Athena was pleased to think of how much Malcolm’s bladder would fill over the course of the night. Noah however was absolute about not disclosing his problem to Lady Athena. So the Prince quietly went to bed, hoping to find a solution to his problem the next day.
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  3. Lunambra 3 - To Freedom - ENHANCED EDITION - Skip to Part Nine for the new stuff. Hello, Readers. This is the third and final part in the Lunambra Trilogy. It's been a long journey, but I've loved every minute of writing it. Be warned, this story is darker than the first, and it's a far cry from the lighthearted sexual utopia of the second. It contains descriptions of authentic medieval violence and graphic sexual content far beyond simple desperation. If you're here for what I call a “Wank & Walk”, this may not be for you. If you want a coherent, dramatic story with a persistent Omorashi backdrop, I hope you enjoy it. *********************** Part One - The End of Peace *********************** Marina inhaled the fresh morning air, frowning out over the castle courtyard from the window of Prince Baeden's chambers. She was wearing a thin cotton underdress with nothing over it, the closest she could be to naked without her breasts resting in the open air. It reminded her of the first time she had laid with the Prince, and they had stood in this same spot in the pitch darkness of a moonless night as she lost both her virginity and her control of a very full bladder. She looked down and placed a hand on her protruding belly, rubbing it lightly. Just then, Baeden stepped out onto the balcony behind her, wearing a soft, red velvet tunic. "How are you holding up?" Baeden asked her, placing a hand on her shoulder as they stared into the bright blue sky. "I don't know how much longer I have. I've already leaked quite a bit under my dress." Baeden looked down and saw many droplets of wetness darkening the light stone of the balcony between her legs. She turned to him and grasped the front of her dress, pulling it up to her chest. The hair between her legs was glistening, and her belly bulged out nearly three inches past its usual location. He stepped up to her and embraced her, placing his own large hand on her desperate bladder. She leaned up and kissed him. "It's so full. If I had actually been pregnant, this is probably how I would look all the time. It's been five months." "We've hardly talked about that," Baeden whispered. "Tell me, and be truthful. Did you want a child?" "No," Marina said adamantly. "I did not want a child, and I doubt that I ever will. But with the potential for pregnancy, came the potential for escape from this place. That is something I will always want, on some level. Anyway, it is not worth thinking about. We're having some morning fun, let us not spoil it with this talk." "As you say," Baeden responded with a grin. He leaned forwards reached his other hand between her legs, gingerly stroking along her slit with his middle finger. She shuddered and gasped, pressing her face into his chest. He continued this motion as she continued shaking from the sensations. "You've gotten so much stronger down there since I watched you soak yourself on the road," Baeden said, chuckling softly. "As you are now, I bet you could drink half a barrel then walk to Valdus and back, with time left for a spot of tea upon your return. You are truly impressive." Marina blushed as she rocked back and forth against his finger. It was almost true. During the time they had been a couple, they had tracked her abilities in holding her water. In the first month, she only had to drink a liter of water to cause herself to burst. Three months in, and none of it came out against her will. When she let it go, it filled about three fourths of the tankard she drank it out of. And so Baeden had her drink two. After four hours of desperate squirming, moaning, and gasping into the Prince's bed, she burst all over the large piece of furniture. No warning, no leaking, no hope to avoid it. It had taken two nights and a lot of stealth on Baeden's part to clean the mess. It was only three weeks ago that she drank two liters of water and contained it for over ten hours, at which point the Prince told her to let go to measure. She filled one and a half single-liter jars. This present day, at the crack of dawn three hours ago, Baeden had watched her drink down three liters of water over the course half an hour, more than she had ever drank before. In order to avoid an event the likes of the bed incident, Marina agreed to move to the balcony once she was truly desperate. "You should let go of my belly," she told Baeden. "You want me to hold the new amount of water as long as I possibly can, but you're nearly squeezing it out of me. He quickly released her and stepped back, looking over the beautiful woman. Every time he saw her, he thought about how flawless she was in every single way. The wavy red hair, down to the smooth, curved shoulders that led into sleek, toned arms. When he had first seen her naked, she was slender, almost too skinny. In his care and with his training, she had grown into an athletic, powerful woman. Her breasts were firm and her nipples pointed towards the rising sun. Her legs were long and pale, having rarely been exposed to sunlight. Baeden watched, hypnotized, as said legs quivered in desperation. He watched another drop leak out of her and land between them. She smiled up at him, then lurched forwards as a second-long spray hit the ground with force. "This is it," she gasped. "Alright, if you're-" A loud knock echoed through Baeden's chamber, followed by the sound of metal clanking. "Someone's unlocking my door, what in the..." He pushed Marina behind the balcony door and leaned out, looking to the door. It flew open and an armored man stormed into the room. "It's General Gaston," Baeden whispered. "Marina, you HAVE to hold it in just a little longer, he'll hear the splattering. He's not like the common guards who don't care who I bed, he cannot find you here." Marina nodded fearfully, clamping her legs together and pressing a hand between them. Baeden stepped out of cover and strode into his chamber. "General, what is the meaning of this? What gives you the right to enter my chamber unannounced? I should have you to court," Baeden shouted threateningly. "What did you do, Baeden?" Gaston yelled back. "You're going to have to be a little more specific," Baeden responded, meeting the much larger man face-to-neck. Gaston was breathing heavily, obviously furious for some unknown reason. "Jarkan's siege, five months ago. What did you do to their ambassador? A letter arrived by a royal courrier just this morning, saying that you taunted and humiliated her outside the front gates of this city." "What do you mean, 'what did I do'? You were there, you saw what happened." "I was not," Gaston said angrily. "When their catapult went off, I ran to see where it struck. By the time I got back to the wall, everyone was gone except for two guards who told me a deal was made for some land. Tell me now, what happened?" Baeden sighed. "We made a deal, and then she asked to be let into the city to relieve herself. You know the gate was completely sealed. She ended up wetting herself on our front step. It was no blame of mine." Gaston blustered out a series of curses. "You know that's not true," he hissed, pointing a finger directly in Baeden's face. "You know the other gate was only barred, or you could have dropped her a key to one of the drainage tunnels. You fight with honor, but when using words as weapons, you have the honor of a child of five. She seeks two thousand gold pieces in damages for what you've done, or she threatens to cast a blight upon our city." Baeden sighed. "You are my General. You should be smarter than this. Magic is not real." "It is," Gaston spat. "I seen it with my own-" "Myeeeehhh-" Gaston squinted and looked up as he heard the strange whine. "What the hell was that?" he mumbled. And then he started towards the balcony. Baeden sprinted forwards and grabbed his shoulder. "It's nothing, General. It's just a bird. I hear it sometimes, in the mornings." "I've never heard any bird like that," Gaston said, but he shrugged and turned around. Just then, the sound of a bucket of water striking stone sounded from the balcony. He tore his shoulder away from Baeden and spun back for the glass door, and he stepped out onto the balcony just as Baeden grabbed him again. "RELEASE ME," Gaston roared, spinning out of his grip. And then his eyes fell on her. "What in God's name," he whispered as he stared at the red-haired girl, standing in the corner with tears in her eyes and her thin dress pulled above her womanhood as wee trickled onto the stone from between her legs. There was a small puddle beneath her. Baeden guessed that a short torrent had burst out of her, making far too much noise before she was able to close it off. "You ANIMAL!" Gaston screamed in an absolute rage. "How did you climb up here? You'll be executed for-" Gaston was cut off by Baeden crashing into him, slamming him into the tall stone railing that surrounded the balcony. Gaston spun with his fist raised in a mighty backhand that Baeden dodged by inches. The armored man absorbed a right hook from Baeden and returned with a left uppercut that sent the Prince flying. Baeden hit the ground rolling, and charged back in low to the ground, grasping Gaston's right leg. The General raised both of his fists, coated in plate over chain gauntlets, and slammed them into Baeden's back. The Prince shouted out in pain, but managed to keep his footing as he threw himself forwards, bringing Gaston up and crashing him down onto his back. Gaston coughed and blinked, a distraction just long enough for Baeden to tear his helmet off his head and toss it aside, before he delivered a series punches so fast that Marina couldn't have counted them if she tried. She stood in the same spot, crying and leaking, as Baeden postured up and landed a final thunderous blow to Gaston's forehead, knocking the man out cold. Baeden stood up, holding his back and wincing. He turned to Marina, watched her stare helplessly at him as she still held herself. "What do we do?" she breathed, obviously terrified. Baeden looked between her and Gaston. The Queen would accept Baeden's excuse of protecting the girl, as Gaston absolutely would have killed her on the spot. But he would not be able to protect Marina's place in the city. Finally, he looked up to the woman he truly loved. More than his Kingdom, more than his family, more than his title. "We run." *************** Part Two - Escape *************** "Wait here," Baeden ordered. "Yell if he starts waking up." The Prince sprinted inside and to his wardrobe. Tearing the doors open, he grabbed his chainmail coat and pulled it over his head. Next, he grabbed two robes, one of midnight blue and the other a deep royal purple. He put the blue one on and threw the purple over his shoulder. Then he ran to the other side of the room, kicking open the large wooden chest that rested there. Inside were a dozen small sacks of coin, numerous daggers, some letters, and a bottle of red wine. He took two of the daggers and stuck them in the straps of the chainmail, then grasped four of the coin pouches. Striding back outside, he tossed Marina the purple robe. She pulled it around her shoulders as he dropped the pouches off the balcony. "Come here," he said to Marina. She struggled to walk to him, still containing nearly three liters of water. Her bladder was throbbing with every step, and more liquid was forcing its way into it with every passing second. "Grab my hand, I'll lower you down," Baeden explained. "I have to wee first, I can barely walk," Marina whispered. Baeden bit his lip, then nodded. "Yes, but do it quickly." Marina gasped and spread her legs. The first drops hit the stone just as she heard Gaston groan from behind her. She shrieked and stood straight, twisting her legs together and legging out an anguished moan. The large man was on his knees, shaking his head and blinking rapidly at the sky. "MARINA, NOW!" Baeden shouted. She had no choice, she ran forwards and grasped Baeden's hand, and with great strength he lifted her easily over the balcony, transferring her to his left hand as he got down on the floor. She was four feet from the grass when he let go of her, and she landed in a crouch as another spurt forced its way out of her tortured body. Baeden was next, effortlessly throwing himself from the balcony and landing in a perfect roll. He gathered up the coin pouches, stuffing them into his robe pockets, then stood straight and grasped Marina's left wrist, pulling her through the courtyard towards the castle gate. "Baeden," she panted as she ran. "You have to let me relieve myself. Here, where nobody can see. I drank too much, it's going to come out any second." "You can't," Baeden groaned. "Gaston is on his way down here with his personal guards. We can't stop until we're miles from the city." Marina forced her free hand into her crotch, letting herself be tugged along by the Prince. The front of her dress was already soaked. "I have to do it as we run then," she exhaled. "People will see me." "NO!" Baeden screamed. She tensed up. Baeden had never shouted at her like that before, and it scared her. "You will lead them straight to us. You will *not* let out a single drop until we are free of the city, do you understand me?" She fell silent, letting Baeden lead the way as she focused entirely on holding her ocean. Thirty seconds later, they were at the castle gates. Two guards stood on either side, and one of them approached the Prince, his face inquisitive. "My Lord, what are you-" Baeden pushed past him, then turned and pressed as finger against the guard's chest. "Do not follow us, and if General Gaston tries to come through here, you are to stop or delay him at any cost. This is a military order from your Knight Commander, not a Royal order from your Prince. It can not be overruled, even by the Queen." "Uhm, wha- Yes, Sir," the guard stuttered, managing a confused salute. Baeden continued through the gate, and he heard it slam shut behind him. "The gate won't hold him long," Baeden hissed. "He's already decided to kill you, and he will tear those guards apart if they try to stop him from doing so." "I don't understand," Marina said. "He's not Royalty. He's below both you and the Queen. Why won't he follow your orders?" "It was a necessity of the time," Baeden explained. "When the King died, every other Royal family on the continent set their eyes on Lunambra. Some tried to arrange a marriage to my mother, some to me even though I was just a child. Some tried to take the Kingdom by force. My mother was not equipped to deal with such chaos, and so she recruited Gaston. Nobody knows where she found him, but he is barely human. An avatar of the laws of Lunambra, and no man or woman of any rank or Royalty can stop him. I've watched him punch out Kings and Princes and then slay every one of their guards in defense of Lunambra. Not only were you half naked and wetting on a Prince's balcony, but if I defend you they will know that I've had you in my bed, which is forbidden." Marina nodded, growing more afraid of the General than she already was. The pressure in her body was increasing, and she felt another spurt force its way out of her and into the front of her dress which she had bundled against her womanhood. She was trying to keep her eyes on her feet, but she could see people out of the corners of her eyes. What they must think, seeing Prince Baeden dragging an undressed peasant girl through the streets, with her hand shoved into her privates against a wet dress. Baeden gave them no attention as he stormed through the streets. Soon, they were at the stables. As they approached, the stable girl Mary stepped out from behind a tall, black stallion. "Prince Baeden?" she asked, startled. "What are you doing here? And Marina, you're...what's going on, are you okay?" Marina stood there, hunched over and shaking all over. Now that Baeden had released her, she had dropped the dress and both hands were pressed against her flower, her right middle finger pushing hard against her hole. Baeden stepped up to Mary, pulling one of the four coin pouches out of his robe. "This is more gold than you will ever see in your whole life, if you stay in this city. With this, you could buy a home, a stable, twenty horses, and feed yourself for a year. You are going to take this, mount the heaviest horse you have, and ride north. You are not to stop or dismount until you're in Jarkan. Make a life there, and never return to Lunambra." He forced the coin pouch against her hands, and she held it tentatively. "I officially release you from your service to Lunambra, and banish you from this city and the lands of this Kingdom for as long as you live." Mary stayed silent, but she did not look upset or afraid. She mounted the black stallion and looked to the north. "Wait," Baeden said. "Stay here for a moment." He pulled Marina to the side of the stables, and held out his hands in front of him. "Climb up onto the roof. You'll drop down onto my horse, so Gaston won't be able to tell which one you mounted from the footprints." "I'll wee on your head," Marina whispered. "Come on, we're almost there," Baeden encouraged her. "Just a few more minutes." She winced and stepped forwards slowly, gingerly raising her right foot and placing it in his hands. He lifted and she grasped his shoulders as she went up. She leaned back, and her soaked dress brushed against Baeden's face. He could smell her on it, and he fought to keep his composure as he pushed her up onto the roof. He strode to a white mare and climbed onto her thick leather saddle, trotting outside and under the ledge of the stable roof. He motioned to Mary, and she brought her horse right next to his. "Sit on the ledge and slide down, holding onto my back," Baeden explained. Marina did as she was told, and somehow managed to stay dry as she settled into the saddle behind Baeden. The hard leather pressing against her was cold against her bare skin, the insides of her legs rubbing against the horse's well-groomed hair. Her bladder pushed at her, but her full weight was on the saddle, preventing anything from escaping her. It was painful, but she wouldn't even be able to leak if she kept herself held tight against the leather. Baeden kicked at the horse, causing it to stomp around in front of the stables, making it impossible to track Mary's prints. "Go," Baeden said to Mary. She nodded at him and took off to the north, kicking up dust behind her. "Will she be alright?" Marina asked. "Does she have family here? And won't Gaston find her?" "You know that Lunambra does not hire servants who have families. It's the Queen's choice, she says outside ties makes them potentially disloyal. And she is an expert rider, Gaston will never catch her before she enters Jarkan, and he will not follow her across the Kingdom's borders. She will be safe, she will live a good life." Baeden turned his horse to the south, and they rode for the city gates. ******************* Part Three - Separation ******************* Queen Jenara exhaled slowly, pressing her right hand against her bulging bladder. The quantity of water she had drank at last night's dinner was doing its best to escape her, but her servant, along with her fresh chamberpot, was nowhere to be seen. It was nearly noon, and she would have to get downstairs soon and do her job. But she really did want to relieve herself. That girl better get here soon, or I'll have her in the dungeons for a year. Her other hand was gripping the sheets of her large bed, squeezing the fabric tightly. She spread her legs slightly, sliding her right hand down between them and squeezing tightly. She was getting ready to go find a chamberpot on her own, when there was a powerful knock on her door. Her eyes went wide and she shut her legs, sitting up quickly and pulling her blankets around her. "It's about time, you simple-” "It's Gaston," a male voice said loudly. She sighed and pulled the blankets tighter around her chest. "Enter," she groaned. The door opened and the man stepped through, looking exceedingly disheveled. His medium-length brown hair was tussled and dirty, one eye was black and bleeding, and there was a large, round bruise in the center of his forehead. "What in God's name has happened to you?" she blustered, looking concerned. "YOUR SON," he shouted. "I went to him this morning to scold him for misconduct during wartime, and I heard noises from his balcony. I tried going out to investigate, and he held me back twice. I finally made my way onto the balcony, and that's when I saw it. There was a peasant woman, athletic build, red hair, completely nude from the waist down, and she was...she-" "Get it out, Gaston," Jenara said, her brow furrowing. "She was making water right outside of Baeden's window. At first I thought she had climbed up there and intended it as an act of vandalism, and I planned to punish her for trespassing on Royal grounds, not to mention the lewdness of it. And that's when Baeden attacked me, without any warning. Armor is a disadvantage in hand-to-hand combat, slows you down, and I'm ashamed to admit that he managed to knock me unconscious. When I woke up, he and the whore were gone, and footprints led towards the castle gate." Jenara just sat there with her mouth hanging slightly open. "Baeden is gone?" she asked softly. "Yes, my Queen," Gaston confirmed. "I have no idea what the meaning of it is, but he appears to be fleeing the city." Jenara threw the blanket off and stood, exposing herself fully to Gaston. With an iron will, he kept his gaze at head-level as she strode across the room and opened her wardrobe. She pulled out a light blue dress with corset and an underskirt. "Help me," she said to Gaston. "That would not be proper, and I have no idea how to put a woman's dress on her. I will fetch the serving girl," the General said. "I've been waiting for the serving girl for five hours now, and I have a feeling I won't be seeing her any time soon. And it's no different than lacing up armor. Now help me," Jenara ordered. Gaston sighed and stepped towards her. He grasped one of the underskirts and held it open as she stepped into it. He quickly tied up the back, thinking it was indeed much like tying greaves. He reached for the corset next, but Jenara waved his hand away. "That would take too long and there's no need for it," she said, pressing her legs together under the skirt. "Milady, despite the circumstances, you are still the Queen of Lunambra. Running about the city in improper attire would only serve to humiliate you and upset the citizens." “Yes, yes,” Jenara reluctantly. She raised her arms above her head, and Gaston pulled the torturous garment around her middle. She stood there, glaring forward with impatience as he laced the back of the corset. Finally, he gave the strings a hard tug. Jenara squeezed her eyes shut as the corset pulled tight against her abdomen, pushing her inflated bladder. She heard Gaston give a frustrated sigh. “It won't close all the way,” he mumbled. “I must have gained a bit of weight,” Jenara lied. “As I said before, the corset really isn't-” She was cut off as Gaston gave the ropes another huge pull, and the garment wrapped itself around her. She closed her eyes tightly in an effort to contain her wee until the sudden pressure settled down. The blue dress came next, and while his knots were basic and utilitarian, they worked well enough. Fully dressed now, she hid her bed hair in a wide hat, knowing that Gaston would have no hope of managing it even if he had all the time in the world. “Are you ready, my Queen?” Gaston asked. “Have you need of your chamberpot?” Jenara glared at him. “Watch your words, General. We have wasted too much time already, so get moving.” Gaston bowed low and turned, quickly striding out of the chamber. Jenara followed, completely ignoring the way her privates throbbed with every step. It was a long walk down the castle stairs and through the courtyard. Gaston had stopped for a few minutes to explain the situation to his personal guard, and Jenara used the opportunity to squeeze herself under her dress a couple of times behind the cover of the door. What a day for this, she thought. Had she had a moment of privacy after learning of Baeden's disappearance, she would have relieved herself immediately, even if she had to do it on the floor of her room. But she could obviously do no such thing in Gaston's presence, nor let him know what it was she needed. She would handle it while Gaston organized a search party later in the day. Gaston exited the room them, with six armed and armored guards in tow. “Let us move on to the city,” he said. Soon they were approaching the castle gates. Gaston stopped upon seeing they were closed and barred, and ten castle guards stood in front of them. “What is the meaning of this?” Gaston barked, striding towards them. One of the ten stepped forwards. “Gaston, Sir,” he said with a bow. “I do not know why, but Prince Baeden himself has issued a military order to us. We are not to let you through this gate.” “BAEDEN HAS FLED THE CITY!” Gaston roared in the guard's face. The smaller man stepped back, flinching, but did not move aside. “A military order from the Prince can not be overruled by anyone. Not you, not even the Queen. It is the highest responsibility a Soldier can carry. If he issued such an order, I can only believe that you have betrayed Lunambra in some way.” The guard's right hand began to cross his waist, aiming for the hilt of his broadsword. Queen Jenara closed her eyes and looked away, but the continuous screams and crashes painted a vivid and violent picture in her mind. Over a minute later it fell silent, and she opened her eyes to a scene of carnage. Each of the ten guards were splayed out in the grass, battered and bloody, but alive and writhing. Gaston stood in the center of them, brushing off his tabard with his his left gauntlet. In his right he was holding his own sword over his shoulder, but he had it held by the blade itself, gripped tightly in his steel grasp. Gaston looked up to Jenara, catching her eyeing his unusual stance. “Mordhau,” Gaston said to her. “Originally a German technique. Good for both bashing through armor, and taking down opponents without killing them outright. Best have gauntlets on though, or you're not going to have a good time with it.” “That isn't why I'm looking at you like this,” Jenara said. “I'm just wondering how it is that you just defeated ten trained and armed guards with the back end of a sword, when my son brought you to ground with his bare hands.” Gaston pursed his lips. “Firstly, he caught me completely off-guard. He got the first strike in, and it put me at a disadvantage. Second, he had no armor on. He was faster than me. These guards were wearing armor, so it was a fair fight.” Jenara ignored the fact that Gaston considered ten versus one as 'fair'. Gaston looked away from the Queen. “Finally, the last sight I had before he jumped me was that of a young woman with her privates out as she pissed on the floor, so damn me if I wasn't the smallest bit distracted.” “I will ask that you do not use such profanities in the presence of Royalty,” Jenara barked in an attempt to keep up appearances. In reality, just hearing the word “Piss” made her belly throb. She could feel her skin pushed to its limits within the tight corset, unable to expand. She was getting concerned, now. If her body was free, she knew that she could hold it in for many hours if she needed to. But constricted like this, like a crate of salted fish, she felt as vulnerable as she did when she was a child in training. One big secret of hers was that she rarely wore a corset under her dress, only when she left the castle grounds. Though not exactly young, her body was of the type that tended to simply stay in place. Seeing her from the outside, nobody could guess that she had nothing beneath her dress but an underskirt. Even now, the corset did nothing to compress any part of her body except for her bladder. Gaston turned towards the gatehouse and vaulted through one of the windows, and after a long and very loud session of cranking, the gate was raised enough to pass through. Gaston's guards went through first, crouched down to avoid dinging their helmets. The man himself went through next, and Jenara approached the gate. Gaston held his hand underneath the iron bars, and she took it as she tried to walk under the gate. The moment she bent down, the corset pressed into her. She froze for just a moment as the smallest, quickest drop of wee forced its way out of her straining body. Her legs were spread in her crouch, and as she passed through the gate she could see the little wet spot against the light grey stone. It was the first time she had truly involuntarily released anything since before her eighteenth birthday. She would allow small leaks into her skirts during long meetings, but never completely against her will. This is getting critical, she thought. I have to escape. Jenara walked gingerly after Gaston for a ways. Civilians were looking at her and whispering to each other, though this was nothing unusual when she walked the city streets. She focused entirely on holding herself until she nearly crashed into Gaston. Looking around, she saw that they were almost at the southern gates, at the city stables. “Two of the best horses are gone,” Gaston said. Jenara glanced to her left and spotted a large wood and stone house that she knew belonged to a woman named Sabina, who she had a small history with and who looked so similar to the Queen that they could easily have been twins. Gaston stepped up to the small stable house and pounded on the door. Nothing. He leaned sideways to peer into a window, and Jenara took the chance. The Queen ducked sideways, spinning into the cover of a small stone fence. The sudden movement forced another tiny spurt out of her, and she hissed to herself and twisted her legs together, now protected from sight. She had no time though, and she forced herself to move, circling around the back of Sabina's large home. Jenara hobbled to the door and knocked, trying to keep it just loud enough to be heard inside, but not by Gaston. She was losing hope twenty seconds later, but to her immense relief, the door creaked open to reveal her own mirror image in the form of Sabina. Their clothes could be no more different, with Sabina wearing tight leather pants and a loose, red silk shirt that was so soft her nipples could be seen poking out under it. “Queen Jenara,” Sabina said in a surprised tone. “What are-” Sabina stumbled as Jenara pushed her way inside and started struggling with the knots on the back of her dress. “Help me, Sabina, please,” Jenara nearly cried. Startled, Sabina stepped forwards and grasped the sloppy knots of Gaston's, pulling them apart and loosening the stitch. Jenara slid her arms out and lowered the top half of the dress to her waist. “Get a blade, cut the corset off, I have no time to untie it.” Sabina held her questions, it was obvious that the Queen was about to soak the entrance hall floor. Bent at the knees, with one hand between her legs and the other on her belly, she appeared to be at her very limit. Sabina rushed into the kitchen and grabbed a cooking knife, sprinting back into the entrance hall and sliding the thin blade under the corset's many stitches. A few seconds later the garment hit the floor, and the Queen sounded a moan on par with the kind of orgasm that Sabina could only dream about. “That is so much better,” the Queen breathed. “Here, please help me get the dress back up, I have no time to waste here.” Sabina stepped up and started helping Jenara back into the dress, then paused. “My Queen, the corset may be off, but you must still be desperate for relief. I have an emptied chamberpot, I'll go fetch it for you.” “Oh, thank you,” Jenara said quickly. “Please hurry, I have no time to waste here.” Sabina nodded and ran into the other room. Jenara stood there topless and squirming, the light underskirt bouncing up and down with her movements. Now that the corset was off, she was in no danger of wetting herself, though she was still very full. She was certainly glad to have a chance for relief before any meetings were called. Sabina reappeared in the doorway, and Jenara started to lift her skirt and squat down. Her hope crashed like a wounded horse as she watched Sabina catch her foot on the leg of her heavy wooden table, tumbling to the ground and releasing the chamberpot from her grip. The bulbous piece of pottery hit the ground hard, shattering into a hundred pieces. Jenara stood straight and stepped back to avoid the sharp clay. “Sabina, are you alright? Did you get cut?” “Uugh, I'm fine,” Sabina groaned, rolling to her knees. “Sorry about the chamberpot, I'll fetch a bucket from the garden...” “Gah, no,” Jenara moaned sadly. There are people searching for me, and they might see you and question you. Not to mention that it would take too long at this point. Listen to me, my son Baeden and my servant Marina have fled the city together. I knew this day would come, I've known about those two since our night in the fortress, though obviously I've kept it secret. The city's General is searching for them, but he has no idea where they've gone. I do.” Jenara paused to inhale and cross her legs again. “He probably doesn't even realize it himself, but when he was a very young child, I taught Baeden how to escape the city if it fell to an attacking army. He probably thinks it his own plan, forgetting that it was I who told it to him. He has fled south to Great Oak Village, and either threatened or paid the stable girl to ride north to Jarkan as a decoy.” “Why are you telling me this?” Sabina asked, staring at the Queen's squirming body. “I have no place in the Royal matters of this city.” “Oh, you will soon enough,” Jenara panted. “You owe my family your life, and it is time you pay that debt. You used to be a traveler and an adventurer. I assume you are proficient in tracking?” “I am,” Sabina said, her eyebrows furrowed in curiosity. “Good,” Jenara whispered. “I have a job for you.” **************** Part Four – Oceans **************** “Baeden,” Marina choked out as she leaned against his back. “It's been over an hour. You have to stop, just for a minute...” “He could be after us already,” Baeden said as he spurred the horse onward. “It is not safe yet.” “Please don't make me wee on the horse,” Marina whimpered through thick tears. Between the pain of her bladder and the stress of their escape, her emotions were scattered and intense. “Please, I don't want to do that. Please, Baeden.” Baeden looked back at the woman. Her eyes were squeezed shut, sweat and tears dampening her entire face. She winced with every step the horse took, and she was whispering something to herself under her breath. The Price let out an extended sigh. They needed to keep moving, but if she did relieve herself on the horse, the animal could get angry, and it would definitely make them easier to track. He knew how much she drank, he could not expect her to keep it inside of her any longer. He tugged at the reins, slowing the horse to a trot, and he pulled the beast to the side of the path. He jumped off and turned to Marina, holding out one of his large hands. She slid limply off of the horse with a gasp, and she was already wetting herself as he half-dragged her off the road and into the brush. He plopped down onto the dirt and held Marina close, nuzzling his face in her hair and wrapping his arms around her. The hissing sound reached his ears as they settled down, and he looked between her legs. A puddle was spreading out from under her dress, and he gripped the thin fabric and pulled it up to reveal her red hair down there, with the thick stream flowing out of her. She shivered periodically, and he knew it had to be from the relief rather than any sort of cold. Gaston's blood still coated the knuckles of his right hand, and he leaned forwards to wash it off in Marina's water. “Piss harder, will you? It's not coming off.” Marina let out a stifled giggle. “That's horrible,” she whispered, though her voice betrayed humor. She placed a hand on her still-bulging bladder and pushed in, and her flow increased. After a bit of scrubbing, Baeden's hands were clean and coated with Marina's scent. “I can't believe you're still going,” Baeden said to her. “We really do have to move on...” “Mmm, I'm almost done,” Marina breathed. “Have a wee as well while I'm at it.” She leaned back in the grass and stared at Baeden. He smiled at her and quickly undid his drawstring. “I'm not desperate, but while I have the chance...” She watched as his manhood came free of his pants. She was slightly surprised to see that it wasn't hard like it always was when Baeden watched her do this, but she figured it made sense under the circumstances. When he was in survival mode, not much else got through to him. He exhaled as he released what he had, letting it flow down the hill to join with Marina's massive puddle. He was finished twenty seconds later, just as Marina's last drop came out of her as well. “You're going to have to help me up, my legs are weak and I can't feel my belly,” Marina said. The Prince stood up and reached out, pulling the wobbly girl to her feet. They made their way back to the horse and mounted up, and Marina felt so different now that she'd had her relief. They were on their way to freedom, to their own life. “Where are we going?” she asked the Prince. “There's a town called Great Oak, two hundred and twenty miles south of Lunambra. That is where we are headed. Gaston will follow us as far as feet will carry him. Nowhere in England will be safe for us. He will lead Lunambra to war against every Kingdom, every city, every run-down village, and he will tear every one of them apart until he finds us.” “So what safety is there in Great Oak?” Marina asked. Every word Baeden said about Gaston made her more terrified of the man. Baeden spoke of him as though he were a force of nature, a violent storm that was capable of wiping cities off the face of the Earth. His reasons were unknown to her, but it was obvious that the General was the one man in the world that Baeden was afraid of. “Hmm,” Baeden grunted. “Great Oak itself offers no safety. The safety rests in what spans behind Great Oak. Have you ever seen the ocean, Marina?” “What are you talking about?” Marina stammered. “The ocean is just a bedtime story. At the ends of England, you reach the edge of the Abyss. I've read about it.” Baeden had to squint and bite his lip to keep from turning and laughing in her face. He shook his head and leaned back against her. “The ocean is very real, Marina. The world is round, it is massive, and England is far from the only place on it. The rivers we've swam in all flow to and from the vastness of the ocean, every drop of rain comes from and returns to the ocean, some way or another. Everything you drink, everything you piss out, all begins and ends with this Earth's oceans. We're going to the docks at Great Oak, we're going to find a ship, find a crew, and we are going to cross the water south. We are going to France.” *************** Part Five – Tracks *************** Jenara gently closed the door to Sabina's home and patted her dress down, pulling the fabric so it conformed to her body. Now that the corset had been off for a minute, her bladder had stretched back out and the throbbing, unstoppable pressure had faded to a dull ache. She folded her hands in front of her to cover the bulge, hoping to the Heavens that Gaston wouldn't notice that she suddenly looked four months pregnant. She stepped back onto the street and saw the General standing there, ordering his guards around the area. He spotted her and shouted for them to return, and he jogged up to her. “My Queen, where did you go? You cannot disappear like that!” he shouted, reaching out to grab her shoulders. She stepped away from him and sighed. “I was just checking the area for the stable girl,” Jenara said. “She knows my voice, and you probably scare her.” “Do not step out of my sight again,” Gaston snapped. “You may have the authority in politics, but I have it when it comes to protecting you. Anyway, the stable girl is gone. Two sets of tracks lead away from the stables, one to the north and one to the south. He is trying to mislead us, he probably paid her to ride as a decoy.” “It would not surprise me,” Jenara agreed. She knew that he was smart enough to figure that much out, at least. “So what do you want to do?” “I'm going to go south,” Gaston stated. “The borders of Jarkan are too close for me to ride far to the north. I will bring two guards with me, and send two north. A General crossing the border will cause problems, the nearby cities know my face. Two guards in civilian clothing can cross unnoticed.” “And what will you have them do if they find him? You alone may be able to stand against Baeden, but he could kill your guards in his sleep. Send me, Gaston. Let me travel north with your guards. Jarkan knows that it was I who agreed to return their land, they will accommodate me. The two of us are the only people in the Kingdom who have a chance of bringing him home, you with force and me with words.” “That is unacceptable,” Gaston said simply, shaking his head. “If I must, I will travel south first, then return here and go north afterwards. Crossing the border is a risk I am willing to take if I must.” “By the time you return, my son will be far out of our reach, and the tracks will be long gone. You know this. The only chance we have to find him is to follow both sets of tracks right here, right now.” Gaston was noticeably shaking. His two primary duties were tearing themselves apart in front of his eyes. Protect the Queen. Protect the Kingdom. Without Baeden, their military might would drop considerably. But the Queen would never be completely safe traveling without him. Her recent kidnapping was perfect evidence of that. He stood there for a long time, Jenara growing more impatient with each second. “FINE!” he shouted suddenly, slamming his fist on a wooden post of the stable. “But you will have all four of my guards with you. I will travel south alone.” Jenara nodded. “We have no time to waste. Mount up.” She strode to her own black mare, which nuzzled against her neck as she approached. She hugged the animal around her nose before stepping beside her and pulling herself up. She silently thanked Sabina for her aid, for she knew that she would have absolutely lost control right there had she tried this with the corset on. The guards were next, mounting nearly identical brown steeds. Gaston climbed atop his massive black stallion, settling into the saddle and looking to the Queen. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked her, his face betraying his worry. “Yes,” Jenara said. Gaston gave her a final nod, and he reined his horse, storming off towards the south gate. Jenara looked to her new contingent of bodyguards. “What are your names?” she asked them. The tallest stepped forwards. “I am Jason Hardwick,” he said. He then pointed to the guard on his left, with long brown hair flowing down from his helmet. “That's Nicolas Woods.” He turned his horse slightly, gesturing at the shortest of them. “Kevin Lance,” and to the last of them, “Drake Stonewall.” “It is good to meet you formally,” Jenara said. “I hope that you will ensure a safe journey.” “We will protect you with our lives,” Jason stated, giving her a powerful salute. “Then let us begin,” the Queen told them. She kicked her horse, and led it out of the stable gate and towards the northern district. The city was quiet today, and the tracks were easy to follow. Fifteen minutes later, they were out of the city. It was the smallest guard she had ever left the city with, but they were the best of the guards. She felt the fear in her memories, battering her thoughts with images of herself bound in a dark dungeon, naked and surrounded by men who could have had their way with her at any time. She pushed the fears away. Soon, she would never have to feel fear again. ************ Part Six - Rest ************ Marina was sore all over. The sun had set some time ago, but Baeden rode on without a thought. It had been ten hours since they stopped for Marina's relief. Baeden was used to riding for hours and hours at a time, but she was not. She had never even been on a horse before. Her bottom throbbed, her womanhood felt bruised, and her back twinged every few seconds. Beyond this, she was very desperate for a wee again. Her bladder pressed into Baeden's back as she was holding him so tightly, in fear of tumbling off the horse in her exhaustion. It was six hours ago that they stopped at a river's edge and drank their fill, not having any skins to carry water with. She was hungry, too. They had brought no food, no heavier clothes, no maps. All she had was the robe, light dress, and faith that Baeden knew where he was going, and could get them there before they starved. Luckily, he said that the river flowed all the way to Great Oak, so hydration would be no issue. She raised an arm up and patted Baeden's chest. “When can we rest?” she asked. “Gaston cannot track us in the dark, and there is no moon tonight. How you've kept this horse on the road in this darkness, I'll never know.” “The horse follows the road of his own volition,” Baeden said. “He's a well-trained animal. You are right though, I could have turned off of this path at any time, and Gaston will not keep chase unless he sees the tracks with his own eyes. If only it would rain. I know not how far behind us he is, but he has set up camp for the night, as any professional tracker would. If you wish me to stop, I will.” “Yes, please,” Marina whispered in his ear. He shivered and pulled on the reins, and the horse came to a slow stop. Baeden dismounted gracefully, but hit the ground with a groan. “Are you alright?” she asked. “Yeah...just really full of water.” “Oh, me too,” Marina added. “I've been holding it for hours.” Baeden reached up and helped her blindly slide off the horse, and he guided her into the trees. It took fifteen minutes of feeling and stomping until they found a patch of soft grass comfortable enough to spend the night. The river was a couple meters away from them, the sound of the water making their desperation even worse. “This will do,” Baeden said. “It's been a long time since I've slept in the open air. I'd be lying if I said there wasn't something charming about it. Oh bloody hell, I've really got to wee...” “My Prince,” Marina said quietly. “I know you are under a lot of stress, with leaving your home and with the General after us. I understand if you just want to relieve yourself and try to sleep. But I want you to know that if you want to finish what we started this morning, I'm completely willing. I want to celebrate our freedom.” Baeden closed his eyes, though the action made little difference in the pitch-black night. Had it really been that very morning that they had made their escape from Lunambra? It felt like a week had passed. But it was his first night after abandoning his Kingdom. His future as a ruler. Baeden spat on the ground. I don't want that future. I never did. This woman is my future. Marina gasped as Baeden suddenly grabbed her and hugged her tightly. He hadn't held her like this in a long time, this grasp that was beyond simple passion. It was a hold of pure love, and she felt tears well in her eyes. He kissed her then, and she felt him lowering her into the grass and settling down next to her in a tight embrace. Their feet aimed at the river, their legs intertwined. “I love you, Marina. You're right, I am stressed under all of this. But you are all I care about now. Let's have our celebration.” “What do you want to do?” she asked him, her voice soft and sexual. She felt him reach across her body, fumbling with the silk belt that held her robe together. She reached over and did the same for him, and soon the robes were folded over tree branches a few feet away from them. Marina was still in her underdress, and Baeden was in his thin velvet shirt and pants. She ran her fingers over the soft material, and felt him shiver as she reached his hard belly. She gave it a couple of small jabs, and then she felt him grab her hand. He navigated it to his manhood which was pressed forcefully against the velvet pants, and she felt its shape through the fabric. She stroked it as she felt his hand on her own privates, pulling her dress out of the way and settling against her lower hair. His middle finger tickled her in just the right spot, and she began breathing heavily as they stroked each other. This went on for some time, and she was nearly about to get off when there was a sudden jolt in her bladder and she sent a spurt against Baeden's hands. He laughed softly and rolled to his side, pressing his face into Marina's neck and kissing her gently. She felt two of his fingers slide into her now, stroking in a continuous movement against the soft insides of her womanhood. She gripped him hard through his pants, and he grunted in desperation as she found his drawstring and tore it open. He shifted so his organ slid out of captivity and she could hold it properly. She loved the way it moved in her hand, pulsing along with his deep breaths. “Wait a moment,” Marina said suddenly. “I've just realized something. After all the time we've been together, I've never seen you wet yourself. You've had me do it dozens of times, but you always go freely in the end, no matter how full you are.” Without another word, she forced his manhood back into his velvet pants and tied the knot tightly. “You're going to stay just like that until you lose control.” “In that case,” Baeden said, reaching over to grasp her arms. “You're going to stay here.” With a powerful pull, he rolled her on top of him, letting her settle in a mount over his legs. “If you wee on me first, you won't be able to feel me doing it. You certainly won't see it, since it's so dark. So you have to hold it longer than I do.” Marina wasn't prepared for this. Her flower was clamped shut with all her strength, and she could feel the weight of her bladder pressing down on it. From the other end, she could feel Baeden's stiffness pressing against her through his pants. She knew that men could hold it easier when they were aroused, so she would just have to apply enough pressure. She steadied herself by placing both hands along Baeden's rock-hard bladder, and she began to grind against him in a rhythmic motion. It didn't take Marina long to start regretting everything. She knew she was on the verge of leaking, and she knew how good Baeden was at holding. She leaned forwards, putting more weight on his belly. She felt his knees rise behind her, squeezing together and pressing into her back. They were both going to burst at any time now, and they both knew it. They had turned it into a contest, something they had done many times, but they had quit trying after Baeden defeated Marina enough consecutive times that it was beginning to depress her. Now, however, she could feel his legs shaking desperately behind her back. She could feel the hardness of his bladder under her hands, she could smell the sweat on him, she could hear his uneven, sharp breathing. She gasped as Baeden shifted, forcing her to roll off of his stomach. He lowered her to the grass beside him and hugged her tightly, then she felt his hand on her own, bringing it between his legs. “I'm proud of you, Marina,” he whispered to her. “You've really beaten me. I just cannot hold it another second...” Her hand met velvet just as the wetness touched it, and the loud hissing met her ears. She opened her mouth slightly in fascination, grasping around his manhood as he wet himself completely. She felt it spreading down his hips and thighs, pouring into the grass underneath him. He moaned his relief into her ear, and she closed her eyes and shivered as she felt her privates throb with lust. He pushed gently on her shoulder, rolling her onto her back. She opened her legs, expecting him to undo his pants and enter her as he still relieved himself. However, she gasped in surprise as she felt him climb on top of her, straddling her over her waist. His flow fell over her body, soaking her dress and the ground beneath her. She groaned in pleasure and desperation as she thrust her hips up, his wee pouring down her body and pooling between her breasts. She grasped them and pulled them apart under the tight chestline of the underdress, letting the liquid slide down past her neck. Baeden stopped his flow, and she thought he was finished. However, in the darkness, she couldn't see Baeden lean back. She had no warning whatsoever before her bottom was pushed into the grass by Baeden's whole weight sitting down on her bladder. “NO! NO, NO, NOOO!” she laugh-screamed, slapping at whatever parts of Baeden she could reach. It was an involuntary reaction to the sudden and massive increase in pressure, and it was a brand new sensation to her when the contents of her bladder exploded out of her under his weight. She had wet herself before, yes. But never was it forced out of her under such great pressure. She gasped and fell back, her mouth hanging open, great clumps of grass gripped in her hands. Her whole private region was on fire, in such a good way. She could feel it pumping out of her with such power, and she could hear it splattering into the river – two meters away from her. She reached around Baeden, pressing a hand tightly against herself. Her wee sprayed upwards, flowing against her clit and running over her belly and along Baeden's thighs. She lurched and moaned her pleasure as she came from that single touch alone, and then she felt Baeden fumbling with his drawstring while he still sat on her. Soon, his manhood was out and held over her, and he took his weight off her bladder as he climbed down between her legs. Her stream immediately slowed to normal, and she felt Baeden pressing his organ against her slit as she sprayed her wee all over it. A second later he was inside of her, holding her legs tightly and powerfully thrusting into her. With each time he entered her, she felt her wee surge out with greater force. She was stunned and smiling stupidly to the dark sky, thinking of nothing else but this minute, this second, as she felt him start weeing again. Inside of her. “Oooohhhhhhhh,” she groaned, helpless against the pleasure as she got off a second time, and a third, all before he finally collapsed beside her. “Finish it,” Baeden begged. “I don't know how I've held off this long.” Despite her exhaustion, she was happy to oblige him. She rolled over, taking his manhood in her right hand and placing her soft lips around the tip. She gave it the gentlest lick, and with two quick pumps of her hand, he went stiff as the slick liquid surged into her mouth. She swallowed it without hesitation, and continued sucking on him until it finally went limp. Five minutes later, she fell asleep with it still in her hand. ***************** Part Seven – Dignity ***************** Hours and hours had passed since they left Lunambra, and Queen Jenara needed to relieve herself immediately. For so long she rode with the four guards, two in front of her to follow the tracks, and two behind her to guard the rear. They had gone on like this into the night, and they were very nearly at Jarkan's border. Right before the border's watch tower came into view, the guards stopped their horses and began setting up for the night. It was a hot day, and Jenara had been forced to drink to keep her health. Her bladder ached and throbbed, and her womanhood was sore from the saddle, her muscles weakened from the constant bouncing. She barely managed to dismount her horse without spurting in her dress, and yet there was nothing she could do. The guards would not allow her out of their sight. The darkness provided no cover as they started a fire immediately, and her hope of simply shifting her dress up while she sat and weeing into the grass unnoticed was dashed by the guard Nicolas, who spread out a large, soft blanket for her to sleep on. Two guards would be awake at all times, taking shifts to watch her. She was absolutely stuck. She stood there for a few minutes, staring at the river that flowed freely, taunting her. She slowly took a seat on the large blanket, laying back and cringing as her horribly overfilled bladder settled on top of her. Every breath she took tormented her, sending pangs of desperation that made her feel like she could leak at any second. She could feel it tingling just on the inside of her hole, waiting for her to weaken just enough so it could force its way out of her. These men are not trained to travel with a woman. They won't even think to offer me privacy. It's not like I could accept their offer even if they did give it. Crossing her legs did nothing to relieve the pressure. What's going to happen, I wonder, she found herself thinking. When I simply cannot hold on any longer. Is it really possible for my bladder to explode, or is that just a story told to children to threaten them into weeing before they leave the house? Will I just wet myself in front of the guards? Hours passed. Time went on and on as she lay there awake, holding herself with everything she was. The pressure increased endlessly as more water continued to force its way into her bladder. The two guards who stood awake would absolutely hear her. The first men in the Kingdom to witness a Queen piss herself like a little child, wetting her blanket. She couldn't let it happen. She reached down and pinched her labia through her dress, squeezing them together. It hurt badly, and she knew it was no long-term plan. She released them quickly, and gasped silently as a drop made its way out of her. She felt it trickle down her vulva and along her bottom, absorbed quickly into her dress. It was much too small to show, thankfully. I was so close, she cried inwardly. If I could only wait through tomorrow, but it's just too much. I drank so much water, enough to bathe in, and even I have to have limits. Despite everything, I'm still just a person... Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud groan from one of the guards who were taking the first shift. She slowly turned her head to him, keeping her eyes squinted so he would think her asleep at a glance. "Nick, I can't wait any longer. It's been all fucking day." "You can't," Nicolas hissed. "I'm dying over here too, but what if she's awake?" Jenara slammed her eyes shut, and she could feel the gaze of the two men staring at her. "She's out cold," the first guard, Jason, said desperately. "Oh shit, it's happening," she heard soft metallic clanking as he fumbled with the front of his armor. A loud hiss immediately followed, and she opened her eyes ever so slightly. She could see his stream in the torchlight, splattering into the grass in front of him. "Ah fuck, that's it for me too," Nicolas gasped, pulling his greaves open and bursting into the grass as well. They're so bloody lucky, Jenara screamed inside her head as the two men emptied themselves in front of her. Wait. She suddenly noticed the two other guards snoring loudly behind her, a sound she had been blocking out for three hours past. The two in front of her were facing away, absorbed in their own relief, their ears full of the sound of their own wee. This is it, my only chance. With as much speed as she could muster, she thrust her hips into the air, supporting herself on her shoulder blades. She grasped the front of her dress and pulled it up, and despite her shame and pride, she released an absurdly powerful three-second long spurt that flew through the air, spraying onto the side of a tree that stood over two meters away from her. It cleared the blanket entirely, and she caught the last drops with her hand. It was so much louder than she thought it would be, and she threw her dress back over her legs and collapsed into the blanket just as Jason turned to glance at her. She was frozen in fear that he would realize what had happened, but he just shrugged and returned to his own business. She was breathing like she had run a footrace across the Kingdom, and she had to force herself to settle down before she was noticed. She was still desperate. As desperate as she had ever been in her life. Her flower tingled and her bladder complained strongly against being given such small relief in response to the ocean that it contained. But she was no longer on the verge of wetting herself completely, and that would be enough for this one night. It seemed like such a long time later that the sun finally showed itself. She knew she had slept, at least a little, because she did not remember the other two guards getting up for relief. There was no way they could have held it through the night after all she had watched them drink. She looked down and groaned inwardly as she saw her belly was even bigger than it was last night. She wondered how much it could stretch, how full it could possibly become before it just gave out, in whatever way it would. She knew her skin would accommodate it, having been pregnant. But the bladder itself was a mystery, somehow growing ever fuller as the hours passed. The small amount of relief seemed to give it the time it needed to expand. How embarrassed she would feel if one of the guards noticed it. She stood up as quickly as she could, making her way to the horses. Nicolas came up behind her, offering his hands as a step. She kept facing away from him as she mounted the animal. Her dress rode up in front of her, and she pulled it close to cover up the colossal bulge. She felt her legs quivering, and she just hoped that if she did wet herself, the horse would stay quiet about it. The guards mounted up again and took their places around her, and they rode on. *********************** Part Eight – The Other Side *********************** Sabina smiled to herself as she watched Queen Jenara arch her back, hike up her dress, and send a spurt of wee through the air with the force of a crossbow bolt. She was equally amused by the two guards who were watering the grass, and she felt herself dampen as she watched them. She pressed her hand between her legs and thumbed herself through her thin cotton pants, biting her lip to stay quiet. The show ended too soon with them lacing up their greaves and returning to their watch. Sabina wished that she could relieve herself as well, but she needed to stay full. She had to be awake to follow them when they departed, and if she was comfortable, she would be at risk of falling asleep. And so she decided to use the pressure in her belly as a method to keep herself awake. As she was, her bladder was solid and pressing against her belt. She unbuckled the length of leather, and grinned as she saw her belly expand with its newfound freedom. She wasn't bursting yet, but she knew that was going to change soon as her mouth was dry and thirsty. She silently made her way to the river, drinking as much as she could without vomiting. She returned to her spot and sat down, curling her knees in front of her and wrapping her arms around them. She shivered, not from cold, but from the unnatural silence and darkness of the night. All she could see was the Queen and her guards, lit by a firepit that illuminated a radius of about six meters in every direction, casting looming shadows over the grass. Sabina was on the other side of the river, so close to them all, yet perfectly hidden in the pure darkness. She let her mind wander for some time, watching the Queen's constant but slight squirming. She must be really desperate, Sabina thought. She was nearly wetting herself when she came into my house this morning, and she's been under guard the whole time since then. She has to have had some water since then as well. I wonder how much she's got in there... Sabina poked at her hard belly, feeling twangs of pressure with each jab. It feels so nice. I can't believe I only learned of these sensations so recently. She kept prodding her bladder, harder each time, and clenched her fist as she felt a small trickle leak out of her and soak into her pants. Ohh, I can't let it all out or I'll fall asleep, but I'm definitely going to leak... She grasped the waistband of the cotton pants, sliding them down her thighs and bunching them by her feet. She sat like this with her privates in the open air, waiting for over an hour. She dribbled a little every few minutes, despite trying as hard as she cold to hold it all in. I know I don't have to hold it all, just enough to keep me awake. I'm just doing it for fun, but it keeps leaking out no matter how hard I try to hold on. How is the Queen staying dry with so much inside of her? Is she that much stronger than me? Sabina leaned back and squeezed her legs together, placing her right hand between her thighs and pressing her middle finger along her slit, pushing on her wee hole. I'm not going to let any more out. I have to learn to hold it better. I'm already better than most people, but I'm nowhere near the level of Jenara or even Marina. At least I outlasted those guards... Her willful thoughts didn't do much in practice, as just thirty minutes later she was covered in sweat and her whole body was shaking in desperation. She gasped as a spurt forced its way past her finger. She twisted her legs together and curled up on the grass with both hands shoved between them. Despite her desperation, she was very horny. She managed to slide one finger into her hole and she stroked along the warm, slick inside of her body as she bit down on her shirt. As she went on, more and more wee found its way out of her body. She tried hard to keep it in, but there was just too much water in her. She bit down hard as she nearly reached the peak of her pleasure. She was just about to come when she was interrupted by a male voice. She froze and turned her head across the river, where the two sleeping guards had gotten to their feet. Their voices were clear in the silent night, and she forced herself to remain completely still as they stretched and groaned. Without being able to move, she could no longer hold on. She started weeing hard into the grass, and the sudden relief forced her to orgasm with no warning. She yelped, completely against her will, and her eyes went wide in fear as the two guards turned straight to her. She shut off her flow, the pressure building back up to the bursting point in mere seconds. She grasped around her feet, catching the cotton of her pants and pulling them back up over her still-bulging belly. “Who's-” one of the guards started, but the other grabbed him round the mouth. “Don't yell, you'll wake the Queen. We'll go check it out quietly.” Sabina scrambled backwards, taking cover behind a tree. Her body screamed at her, as though it were thinking: “How dare she wee for just five seconds, doesn't she know how full she is?” She shook the distracting thought out of her head, peeking out at the guards. They had removed their boots and were already halfway across the river; it must have been a very shallow crossing. She watched in terror as they got near her side, when the taller one stopped and held the other back. “Listen, Kevin. I'm honestly about to piss my armor. If someone's out there, I can't fight like this.” “Oh, what in- Ah, forget it, just do it here. I'm ready to burst too.” Sabina kept staring as they both undid their drawstrings and let the contents of their bladders join the flow of the river. “Please, just forget about me,” she whispered to herself. “Oy Drake, Kevin, what are you two doing?” came a third voice. One of the other guards had walked to the river's edge. “If you need a piss, do it in the grass while you watch the road. Me and Jason need to sleep.” “That's not why we're in here,” the Guard Kevin said indignantly. “We heard something from the other side of the river. It almost sounded like a voice. Either a woman or a child.” “Well, do you plan to capture the person behind the voice in the pitch darkness? Come into the firelight and guard the road as you are supposed to. A woman or a child is no threat to us or the Queen. Now, that's an order.” “We're the same rank,” Drake complained. “When we're with Gaston, yes,” Jason said. “But when he's away, I have seniority. You know how it works.” “Ah, fine. Just let me finish my piss.” “You know,” Jason said softly, “If there is a woman lurking in the darkness over there, she's got full view of you two sods standing there with your cocks out, and she's probably not impressed.” “There's no woman,” Kevin moaned. “I'm sure it was just some animal.” Still, he cut off his wee while it was still going strong and shoved himself back inside his pants. Drake did the same, and they returned to the firelight. Sabina watched as the guards switched places, Kevin and Drake taking the side of the road as Jason and the one unnamed one settled down in the grass behind the Queen, who was apparently a startlingly deep sleeper, despite the absurd fullness of her bladder. Sabina could see the shape of it from here, ten meters away. The thought of it brought her crashing back to reality, and she realized all at once that she was soaking herself completely. Her entire bottom was surrounded by a large puddle, warm against her skin. Her cotton pants clung to her body from the wetness, and she could feel it still flowing strongly out of her. She sighed and leaned back against the tree, giving up entirely as she emptied herself through her pants. It felt so good, and if she wasn't still in the middle of an adrenaline rush from nearly getting caught, she likely would have begun pleasuring herself again. She remembered the first time she had wet herself in fear, when she was kidnapped in place of Queen Jenara. She was simply traveling along the road, on her way from Lunambra to Jarkan, when ten men appeared from the snowbanks wearing white furs. Three of them grabbed her, and she soaked her pants right then and there. She wasn't even desperate, it was just pure fear. It felt much the same now, complete unawareness that she had lost control until the shock subsided. Except this time, the liquid within her was enough to saturate her pants and snake all the way down to the river. Thirty seconds later it tapered off to a trickle, then finally stopped. She felt herself over the pants, smiling at how tightly the wet cotton hugged her womanhood. She could feel every bit of it through the thin fabric, and despite the recent threat from the guards, she couldn't help but slide her hand into her pants and start all over again. Pleasure kept her awake for the rest of the night, and she could barely feel her hands, or privates, when the sun finally made itself known. While it was still dark enough to stay hidden, she stumbled to her feet and hobbled through the trees, ready to continue her pursuit. *************** Part Nine - Tower *************** After only an hour of riding, Jenara spotted Jarkan's border watchtower as they turned a corner around the trees. It loomed over the open plain that marked Jarkan's newly cleared border, casting a shadow that spanned into the distance. Only seconds after they rode into the open, a large blue flag rose over the top of the tower. She knew the code: Upon spotting a party approaching the tower, a different flag was risen depending on the threat level. Green for known citizens and allies, blue for unknown parties, and red for active enemies. Depending on the color, the other towers along the border would react appropriately. They would now be watching with spyglasses, waiting to see the interactions that took place. As they got closer to the tower, Jenara spotted three armored men on horseback, wearing the green and yellow sigil of Jarkan. The three men rushed towards them, grasping shields and spears. It was not a threat, just an expected precaution for unknowns crossing the border. They met a minute later, and Jason rode ahead to greet them. There was a shaking of hands and quiet introductions that Jenara could not make out, and then the leader of Jarkan's men looked up at her, his eyes open in surprise. “The Queen of Lunambra!” he shouted happily. “I am Curtis Ryder, a simple watchman. It's my honor to greet you here today. It is known that you are the one who agreed to return our farmlands. My family lost our home when your Kingdom claimed said land in the past, but I know that was the doing of your old King. I hold no grudge against you, we have our land back and we are happy.” Jenara forced an awkward smile. She was honestly pleased with the man's words; she always enjoyed it when her choices were praised by common people. However, the constant pressure and throbbing between her legs made it very hard to correctly display emotions. “It was my pleasure. I told my late husband that he was making the wrong choice invading your Kingdom, that we should focus on an alliance with Valdus. I am glad that we have found our peace.” Curtis perked up, his face beaming. It was likely the only time in his life that he had been directly addressed by Royalty, let alone in a positive manner. “Please, My Quee- Wait, you're not really my Queen, are you? I apologize, I'm not quite sure how I should refer to you...” “You may refer to me by my name. I am Jenara. I feel that the disuse of formal titles would be a fair sign of equality and good faith upon our first meeting, as you have no Royalty here for me to address properly.” Curtis looked about ready to wet himself from pure excitement. She shook the image away. It was a problem that she had. Whenever she was desperate for relief, most of her thoughts somehow twisted their way straight to piss. “Please, join us in the tower for breakfast and some comfortable chairs.” It was Jason that spoke up next. “I thank you for the offer, but we must continue following this road posthaste. We are tracking a pair of...errhm, escaped servants. They would have come through here either late last night or very early this morning. I was not expecting such a large guard presence here, did you see anyone?” Curtis looked down at the back of his horse's neck. “Er, we did not,” he mumbled. “There was nobody throughout the night.” “You are not convincing,” Jason snapped. “Speak the truth, you are in the presence of Royalty.” “Oh damn it, yes, a horse rode through here late last night. Only one guard saw it, it was moving so fast and in such darkness. He has no idea who the rider may have been, or even how many people were on the horse. I figured that whatever a single animal could carry would be no threat, and I had him withhold the information. I felt there was no need to risk our jobs for one or two riders.” Jason sighed loudly. “If we lose our targets, this is on your head,” he hissed, jabbing his finger at Curtis. “Good faith be damned.” “Yes, Sir,” Curtis mumbled. “I understand, it was wrong of me. Please, continue on your way.” “Wait,” Jenara said suddenly. “I think we will accept your offer of hospitality. I am sure my guards are hungry, and my back is sore from riding and sleeping on the ground. If you could give me a private room with a bed in which to rest for just a couple of hours, I would be very grateful to you.” “My Queen,” Nicolas whispered quickly. “We have to keep chase, they get further away with every second passed.” “You will obey me,” Jenara said sternly and loudly. “If they will allow us the opportunity, anyway?” she finished much more politely, turning back to Curtis. “Of course, of c-course,” Curtis said with a slight stutter. “It would be the least we could do to make up for our mistake last night.” “I thank you. With haste, then,” Jenara said loudly over the whispered protests of her guards. She ignored them completely as she reined her horse to follow Curtis towards the tower. It was a short ride, and soon they were dismounting and making their way into the base of the construct. It was more ornate than Jenara would have imagined on the inside, with high-end carpentry and masonry and decorations that looked much far beyond the means of the guards that resided here. There were many more men inside the tower, most wearing Jarkan guard armor. However, there were quite a few who were wearing basic unmarked leathers and darkened chain, as well as one in a wide black cloak who sat facing away from them at a dining table. And then it hit her. Oh, damn it. This may have been a mistake. They may be official guards of Jarkan, but they are hardly better than common bandits. All of this is stolen from passing merchant caravans. It's a toll scam. Peasants would not know any better. Still, Jenara kept herself silent. If she made her assessment known, her guards would likely drag her out of there by force under the guise of protection. The only thing that needed protecting at the moment was her dignity. She would get into her room, relieve herself in a chamberpot or straight out the window if there wasn't one, then ask to leave. The Jarkan men would never risk attacking a Royal party, anyway. It was safe enough. “Excuse me, Quee-, er, Jenara,” Curtis stammered. “Would you like some wine before your rest?” He was standing there with his arm already outstretched with full glass in-hand. Jenara fought hard not to physically recoil. “Oh, I couldn't possi-” she stopped herself there. One of the last things she wanted to do here was chance insulting these men when they could potentially turn hostile. Besides, relief was only a minute away. She reached out and accepted the glass, holding it gently as he passed more glasses out to the guards of Lunambra. Finally, Curtis held out his own glass. “Cheers!” he called, and he went for a sip. Jenara downed her glass in one go as her guards enjoyed their own wine. “That was very nice, thank you,” Jenara said, performing a weak impression of a proper curtsy. “However, my back is very sore. I would like that bed, if it is still alright with you?” “Of course,” Curtis replied. “If you would follow me.” Jenara turned to step after Curtis, and he lead her to the base of the tower's staircase. “We often sleep on the ground level so we can get outside quicker, or in the basement when it is a warm day. However, we keep a more upscale room nearly at the top, for when travelers of higher stature stop by.” Jenara's bladder kicked her in the arse at the thought of climbing up stairs when it was this full. “It is alright, I will gladly take a basement room...” “Nonsense!” Curtis said cheerily. “The tower room has everything it needs to make a Queen at home, and the basement offers no privacy. It would be far more comfortable upstairs. I'll soak the stairs, you complete idiot, her mind screamed at him. Still, there was no escaping it. She lifted her right leg and took the first step of the tall tower, then another with her left. Every time she raised a leg, her thigh pressed into the bottom of her bladder, causing it to send out a pulse of pain and pressure that rippled through her body. A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead, and she pressed her thighs together, her hands gripped in tight fists, nails digging into her pale skin. Jenara gasped in pain, audibly but quietly, and her bladder contracted strongly. Unable to stop it with her strongest will, she felt her hole open and for a full second, she burst into the folds of her dress. She froze in panic and quickly stood straight, clenching her muscles, stopping herself from wetting her dress any further. Looking down in horror and shame, she saw the wet spot on her dress, now dark blue from the sudden spurt of liquid. Despite her humiliation, she was above the threshold of the second floor, and she knew that nobody saw her. The dress had absorbed her leak, and there was no spot on the step. With that one second of relief, she managed to continue up the steps without any more forcing its way out of her. Finally she came to a thick wooden door, and she grasped the handle and stumbled inside. She would have shouted in joy if there was nobody around; the first thing she saw upon entering the room was a large stone-carved chamberpot resting next to an ornate bed. She was already pulling her dress up as she approached it, squatting down and pressing the rim against her bottom. She looked up, ready to moan into the open air in her relief- When she found herself eye-to-eye with a dark-haired woman, standing in the corner of the room, hidden behind the door. She was wearing a white underdress and nothing more, and she was smiling at the Queen. A wide grin that masked obvious hatred. Jenara shrieked as loud as her lungs could manage, jumping to her feet as the pain increased and her bladder went into a violent spasm. Her muscles tensed and then vibrated, and her entire body convulsed. How she didn't explode on the spot, she would never know. “You,” Jenara hissed. “The ambassador. Kaitlen, yes?” Jenara released her dress, letting it fall back down over her legs. Jenara started to shake, her bladder pulsing violently inside of her, her body screaming, all that water about to explode out of her clenched lips, but somehow she held on. “What...do you want?” “I want your son's head on the end of a spear,” Kaitlen whispered, stepping forwards towards Jenara as she raised the front of her own short dress, drawing a slender dagger from a sheath that was strapped to her thigh. “I know you have not come here alone. Where is he?” “I don't know,” Jenara spat. “That is why I am here. I am searching for him. How did you even get in here?” “Sorceress,” Kaitlen said simply. “That's shite, and you know it,” Jenara retaliated. “There is no magic in this world, it is a fool's fantasy and a scapegoat to start wars against innocents. Did you bribe the guards?” “Absolutely not,” Kaitlen groaned with disdain. “It would be shameful to promote corruption within my home Kingdom.” “You are a fool,” Jenara choked out as she tightened her legs further. No matter what, I cannot lose control in front of her. “The guards here rob civilians who enter Jarkan along this road. Everything in here came from merchants and other travelers just trying to get across the border.” “What they do is none of my concern,” Kaitlen said swiftly, waving her hand as though she was shooing away a fly. “What is my concern, is getting vengeance for what your son did to me. I did plan on torturing and killing you in front of him, but seeing you now...I find myself hesitating. I did not know that you were in a family way.” “What-” Jenara suddenly understood and bit her lip. She thinks I'm pregnant. Anyone would if they saw me straight-on like this. She saw me over the chamberpot, but any woman would relieve herself after traveling. “Whatever grudge you have against me, I see you are unwilling to harm an unborn child. Listen to me Kaitlen, you do not need to play games with me. I know that you are no sorceress, and you are no murderess either. You attack me with justified scorn, but you are a woman and you will not harm me as I am. Lower that dagger, and I will escort you safely from this tower, and I will consider our business concluded.” Kaitlen looked down at the blade in her hand, staring silently at it for a little over a minute. Then she released a long sigh, letting it fall to the floor beside her. “I accept your words. It is over. I know that I interrupted you as you were about to relieve yourself, and I know how difficult things can be when pregnant. Please, finish up before we go downstairs.” Kaitlen turned around, showing Jenara her back. Under any other circumstances, Jenara would never urinate in the same room as a near-stranger, but it was already forcing its way out of her as she squatted down again. Just as the first drop hit the bottom of the chamberpot, a thought nagged at the back of her mind. If I wee now, she'll see that my belly shrank. She'll know I'm not pregnant, and she might attack me still.” Jenara gritted her teeth and shakily got to her feet once more after having only another split second of relief. “I am alright for now, Kaitlen. Let us leave this place.” “As you say,” Kaitlen agreed, turning to open the door. It didn't budge. She yanked on the handle again and was rewarded by nothing but a loud click. “What in the...oh, no.” “What is it?” Jenara asked quickly, her panic rising. “This door is designed to lock when closed. You say the guards here rob travelers? They must lock the high-class up here and go through their effects while they are confined.” “That would be far too foolish, even for them,” Jenara whispered. “They're not killing people, or there would be reports of missing citizens. And anyone they let go would inform real guards in any town.” “Not necessarily. If they only rob Lunambra citizens traveling to Jarkan, they would be too afraid to inform more Jarkan guards of the activities here. It is a huge risk, but as long as they do not do it often, and ensure their victims are fearful and weak-minded, it might be effective. A Queen and her guards, though...nobody would ever imagine they would have the nerve. By performing the unthinkable, they become unthinkable as suspects.” Kaitlen pounded on the door and screamed out loud, stomping on the wooden floor. The tower was large, but not large enough where she would not be heard. Still, there was no sound from below, and Jenara's heart sank. “My guards are dead,” the Queen whispered. “They are going to steal their armor and weapons, our horses, and my gold. Then they will kill me as well and bury the lot of us in the forest. I cannot believe I fell into this trap. I cannot believe this is happening again.” “This has happened in the past?” Kaitlen asked, tilting her head curiously. “Something like it,” Jenara answered vaguely. “Listen, you say that you did not bribe the guards. So tell me, how did you get in here? And do not give me any horse shite about sorcery.” Kaitlen looked down at her feet. “I've been planning an assault on the Royalty of Lunambra for weeks now. I've been living in the forests of Lunambra, along with a party of bodyguards, figuring out your routines and trying to determine the perfect time to strike, had you not paid the gold I demanded from you. We rode a distance behind you after you left Lunambra yesterday, and when we saw you were camped for the night so close to this tower, I knew you would stop here for food come morning. One of my guards had been stationed here in the past, and told me of this room, where they sent Royalty and other high-class citizens. I figured it was common hospitality, not a shakedown. He walked right in unnoticed, as they wear the same armor, and lowered a rope for me. He pulled me up, and I've been in here since late last night.” “Why are you half naked?” Kaitlen's face went flush, and she looked even further down. “I had armor on, but my companion could not pull me up. I had to remove it, and had nothing else to put on.” Jenara sighed quietly, rubbing her thighs together as best she could without it being seen. “See, that's better. So your guards will soon realize something is wrong, and attempt a rescue?” “I'm afraid not. I told them to come retrieve me tomorrow morning. I had a lot of plans for you and the Prince. And the Jarkan guards below have no idea I am here, they think it's you screaming and stomping.” Jenara glared at her. “You do understand that Prince Baeden is the best warrior on this continent? How you intended to bring down the both of us is far beyond me.” Kaitlen looked down, raising the front of her dress again. There was a vial of green liquid strapped to her inner right thigh. “A toxic mixture. If I shattered it on the ground, it would render you and the Prince unable to move for many hours. I've built a resistance to my own potions over the years, so I would have had the both of you all to myself.” Kaitlen strode across the room and sat herself on the bed. “Might as well sit down. We may be here for a while.” ********************** Part Ten - Descent ********************** It was midnight. The new moon could be seen in the sky from the room's window, and many stars sparkled around it. It was a beautiful sight, but Jenara ignored it all. Within sight of Kaitlen, she was unable to use her hands to help relieve the incredible pressure within her body as her bladder stretched to its very limits. Every passing second, her mind told her just use the chamberpot, but everything she knew as a Queen demanded that she do nothing of the sort. She was laying on the bed with her eyes closed, focusing all she had on staying dry. Kaitlen was sitting beside her, awake and staring at the wall. Jenara felt the false sorceress shift and stand. Seconds later, her ears were assaulted by a loud, liquid hiss. Jenara opened her eyes and turned her head, seeing Kaitlen spraying a powerful stream of wee into the chamberpot. The sound echoed around the room, and the Queen squirmed in agony, trying to maintain her composure as her bladder throbbed incessantly within her tortured body. With the sound and the sight of the light golden liquid pouring out of the other woman's privates, Jenara threw her head back and gasped out as a two-second long and powerful leak flowed into her dress, unheard over Kaitlen's stream. The woman was looking away as she relieved herself, and Jenara pulled her dress up quickly and patted herself between her legs. The front of her underskirt was stained in a straight line from the pressure of her leak, and her bottom felt damp. This is unbelievable. It may dry by morning, but I cannot move and I simply cannot let out even another drop. Jenara turned to Kaitlen, staring daggers at her back. “You should know better than to do that in front of a Queen,” Jenara hissed. She had to say something, but she did not want to antagonize the obviously unstable woman more than she needed to. “Oh, I thought you were asleep. I am sorry, but I was really full. I've been holding it in since this morning.” Jenara had a sudden fantasy grow in her head, a vision of herself with her hands around Kaitlen's throat, shoving her out the room's window as she pissed freely on the floor. Jenara shook her head and closed her eyes again, screaming internally in an attempt to mentally drown out the sound of Kaitlen's wee. However, it soon slowed to a trickle and stopped. Jenara turned over again as Kaitlen stood straight, pulling down her dress. Jenara caught a glance of the contents of the chamberpot before Kaitlen picked it up; it was less than half full. “Oh, I really needed that. I was starting to leak in my dress. Again, I'm sorry for doing that in front of you, but what choice is there?” She walked to the window and dumped the container of wee into the grass far below. Hold it in, like a real woman, Jenara thought angrily at her. Witnessing Kaitlen relieve herself had instantly cemented Jenara's will to contain every drop left inside of her. She knows that I am in need. I cannot give her the satisfaction. Kaitlen placed the chamberpot back beside the bed, and laid down next to Jenara. They were silent for a long time, and Jenara had somehow almost managed to doze off, when she was startled awake by a surprisingly loud snore from Kaitlen. The woman was out cold. Jenara's thoughts immediately flew to the chamberpot. If I can get out of bed without waking her up, I can go to the other side of the room and wee just a little. A ten second release won't change the shape of my belly, but it will allow me more time. Then I can just dump it out the window. She'd never know.” Slowly, gingerly, she slid her left leg off the side of the bed. Her right followed, and she painfully sat up as the bulge of her bladder contracted in protest of her movements. She stood up and crept along the wall, circling around the bed and grasping the chamberpot by the rim. She carried the pottery to the other side of the room and set it down on the floor, quickly pulling up her dress and pressing into herself with both hands. She settled into a squat, and focused her muscles on only letting it dribble out of her. The torrent she wanted to release would wake Kaitlen for sure. She felt her lips quivering in effort to let out only the smallest drop, and she held in a gasp of surprise as she heard shouting and thundering footsteps from below. Kaitlen snorted and sat up immediately, and Jenara got to her feet without relief for the third time since this all started. As she straightened up, she felt a strong spurt burst out of her. It ran down the inside of her thighs, settling on the wooden floor beneath her. It was only one more second, but she could feel it puddling around her feet. She stepped forwards, praying to the Heavens that it would not be seen in the darkness. As Kaitlen stood up and stepped to the door, Jenara grasped the chamberpot and hobbled across the room unseen, depositing it back in its place beside the bed. Then she joined Kaitlen at the door. Five minutes later, a strong knock shattered the quiet night. “QUEEN JENARA, ARE YOU SAFE?” It was the voice of Jason. “We're alright, Jason,” Jenara shouted. “What about you four?” “Yes, we're fine, we've killed every last one of these cunts. And what do you mean 'We'?” “There's another woman in here with me, held captive by them as well. We must free her too.” “Yes, of course. We cannot open the door, but Kevin's taken a war hammer from the armory downstairs. Stand away from the door.” Jenara and Kaitlen did as they were asked. “Wait, who are these men?” Kaitlen whispered. “Were they on the wall when I...” “I honestly do not know,” Jenara answered, not needing her to finish. It was true, all the guards and knights looked the same when they had helmets on. “Oh, no. I don't want them to see me. What if they recognize me?” “Here,” Jenara said quickly as the first powerful strike crashed into the wooden door, rattling everything in the room. She grunted as she bent forward, the entire lower half of her body shaking in effort to contain her water, and she grasped Kaitlen's dagger that still lay on the floor. She then raised the side of her dress, ripping off her underskirt and cutting off a large rectangle of fabric, making sure it was untouched by any wee that she had leaked out. By the time she was done, there was a large hole in the center of the door, but the darkness still concealed them. She handed it to Kaitlen, who quickly wrapped it around her head like a shawl. Jenara let her dress fall and sprinted to the window, throwing out the remainder of her underskirt just as the door crashed open and Nick came tumbling in with his new, already-battered hammer. Jason and the others followed him in. “Glad to have you back, my Queen,” Jason said with a deep bow as Kevin stood aside, breathing heavily. He also gave a quick nod to Kaitlen. “And who are you? Why do you hide your face?” “Can't you see that she isn't properly dressed?” Jenara scolded him quickly. “She is rightfully ashamed, but she is not at fault. Now guide us out of this terrible place, as quickly as you can.” “As you say,” Jason nodded, turning around and jogging away. Jenara followed, leading the semi-blinded Kaitlen by her hand. Her trip down the stairs was still difficult, but even though she was definitely more desperate now, it was much easier than ascending them the previous day. The effort of pushing her weight up the stairs using the muscles in her thighs made holding her wee impossible, but simply letting herself drop down the steps caused no leaks. “The Ladies may want to avert their eyes,” Drake warned. Neither of them did so as they walked through the entrance hall of the tower. Corpses littered the ground, scattered like rags in their own blood. “I underestimated you four,” Jenara said. “You will all be generously rewarded for your actions here today.” “Honor and Glory are the only rewards we desire,” Jason said proudly. “Let our efforts be known to the Kingdom and the General.” You won't be seeing the General again, Jenara's thoughts tried to tell them. “Of course, it is the very least I could offer. If I may ask, what happened down here? I am grateful for the help you have given me, obviously, but if you were going to fight your way up to us, why did it take all night?” “Tis a fair question,” Drake answered. “They gave us drugged whiskey soon after you retreated upstairs. We woke up naked in a basement lockup. We were stuck in there for many hours, when Nicolas managed to pry a stone loose from the wall. We took turns smashing the door down with it, and we came out in the armory. They had stored our arms and armor down there, as well as their own and much we did not recognize. Probably all stolen. Anyway, we equipped ourselves and burst into the entrance hall. I knocked the torch down and stomped it out; our eyes were already adjusted to the dark and theirs were not. Many of them were asleep. Then we went outside and took out the guards at ground-level, and Jason shot the tower guard with a crossbow we took from the armory. And then we came for you.” “You were truly brilliant,” Jenara said to them, finally wearing an authentic smile despite her still-growing desperation. “I just hope our horses are-” “S-stop,” whimpered a small voice to their left. The group stopped and turned towards it, and Jenara glared as she spotted Curtis himself lurking in the shadows of a support beam. “This w-was an- an act of war. When the Capitol fff-finds out, you- you'll, you-” Jenara stepped forwards, tearing Kevin's sword from its sheath and thrusting it through Curtis' throat. The pathetic man stumbled slowly to the floor as Jenara shoved the tower doors open, ignoring her guards' stupefied gazes, and she stepped through into the early morning light. ****************** Part Eleven – Great Oak ****************** “Here we are, Marina. Welcome to Great Oak. Welcome...to the ocean." Baeden waved his hand across the air, gesturing at the colossal body of water that spanned out ahead of them, shining and endless. Numerous people swam and splashed along the shore, the size of ants to them from their vantage point. They stood on a hill overlooking the small village, taking in the salty air and the fresh scent of the ocean. Marina was in tears from the pure beauty of it, her hands folded over her chest. "It's real," she whispered. "I've never imagined...I never could have. How can something like that exist in our world?" "It doesn't exist in our world, we exist in its world. The ocean is the most powerful force there is. All life on Earth exists because of that great span of blue out there. And if we cross it, if we go far enough, we end up in France. Marina grasped Baeden's hand and squeezed it tightly. "I trust you, my Prince. If you say there's a new home for us out there, it must be the truth." She winced as she felt her stomach growl loudly. "Oh, I'm so hungry." "Ha, me too," Baeden agreed. "We'll have a fantastic meal in the tavern. It'll be the first time we eat together outside of my chambers, won't it? They're probably preparing lunch as we speak. Do you need to wee before we enter the town?" "Only a little," Marina said. "I don't want to though. The next time I do it, I want it to be in that ocean. I can only imagine how good it would feel to let go underwater. I know we have to eat first, but no matter how badly I need to go, I'll hold it in until I'm in the ocean." "That sounds wonderful," Baeden said. "Wait though, it might not work out," Marina said sadly. "Gaston is still following us. We have to cross the water as soon as we can, before he catches up. We shouldn't even eat until we're on a ship, and we can't waste time playing in the water. I might have to do this when we're already in France... "No." Marina looked up, furrowing her brow as Baeden suddenly grew serious. "I've been thinking about it, and France is no escape. It will delay him throughout the coming autumn and winter, but he will use the time to prepare armies. He is insane enough to lead an invasion of France to get me back. At that point, it will be to take me prisoner as a traitor, not to return me to my place as Prince." "So where are we going to go?" Marina asked worriedly. She compulsively looked over her shoulder. The road was empty for as far as she could see. "Nowhere," Baeden said. "No matter where we go, he will never stop hunting me. I will stand and fight. I have no choice but to end his life. Without him, my mother would never risk war with France, not even for me." "Baeden, no" Marina whispered. "I know you are afraid of him, even if you would never admit it. There must be reason for that. You know you can not fight him as an equal." Baeden stayed silent, gazing out over the water. A minute later, he took Marina's hand. "Let us enter the town. We must purchase clothing, first thing. The robe hides it, but the back of your dress is stained yellow. At least my pants hide it..." She nudged him, but smiled slightly as she followed him towards the gates of Great Oak. *There's no use in arguing with him. If he's decided to fight, he will fight. I have to trust him like I always do.* They made their way down the hill and finally stepped through the town gates, and she stared around in wonder at the unique architechture and the eccentric shops. A blacksmith that sold all sorts of strange swords and bludgeons, curved and hooked and spiked. Spice merchants selling a rainbow of powders and leaves, and clothiers with gowns, dresses, and shirts unlike any she had ever seen. "This is a port town," Baeden said. "Goods come in from countries around the world, and they are all sold and traded here. There's goods from France, Scandenavia, Germany, even some from very far-off lands like Africa and Asia. As I told you, we live in a massive world." An hour later, and the two of them stumbled into the inn, their arms full of their purchases. Baeden managed to slam two copper coins on the counter, and they followed the innkeeper down the stairs and into their small room. "I'm bloody starving," Baeden complained. "Lets get changed and get back up there." Had they been any less hungry, their mutual nudity may have led to something fun, but they had no time for it. They simply looked away from each other as they separated their purchases, picking out what to wear. Minutes later, they looked each other over, both smiling stupidly. Marina looked vivacious in her long, dark red half-dress. In Lunambra, a garment this revealing would have a woman arrested. Here in Great Oak, nobody seemed to care much for their shame. In the streets, many men wore nothing but small cloths over their privates as they went about their business, and women walked around in underskirts alone with leather braziers as tops. She had even seen two young girls with their breasts out and their skirts pulled up where they just barely covered their womanly parts, laying on a patch of grass under the bright sun. When she questioned Baeden about their lack of modesty, all he gave her as explanation was "French," along with a shrug. She smiled at the thought that the coastal towns of France might be the same. She really liked it. She liked it so much that she had chosen to forgo her underdress completely, so that at just the right angle, you could see the red hair between her legs glistening in the candlelight. Despite this freedom, Baeden was fully dressed, and Marina could only compare his appearance to depictions of the Archangle Michael. Starting from the bottom, he stood in armored steel boots that were perfectly fitted to his feet and ankles. Above that, he wore leather greaves with shining steel plates attached to his shins and thighs. A white and gold quilted doublet was his shirt, and on the outside of that, a paled leather scale cuirass that covered his whole torso. Deeply curved pauldrons sat on his shoulders, and more leather scales ran down both of his arms and folded into steel gauntlets. To top off the look, a four foot long straight sword unlike any Marina had seen was strapped across his back. The blade was narrow but long, with a groove running its whole length and meeting at a deadly-looking point. The handguard was ornate, with shining lines carved into the steel. The protrusions expanded six inches on either side of the hilt, ending in flat edges that caught even the dim light of the inn room. Two steel bars were attatched from the handguard to the blade itself, though Marina's limited knowledge of swords told her that it was likely stylistic rather than actual support for the blade. The hilt was thin at both the handguard and pommel connections, but widened in the center to give a reliable grip. The pommel itself was silver and bulbus, but looked proper on the entirely unusual weapon. "Spada da Due Mani," Baeden said. "It's an Italian weapon, one I've admired for most of my life. I was never allowed to purchase one in Lunambra, as Gaston thought wielding a weapon of another country a shameful act. It was a great cause of argument between us over the years, and it seems entirely fitting that it be the last thing he ever sees." "There's no talking you out of this, is there?" Marina asked, looking down at her feet. "There isn't," Baeden answered truthfully. "Gaston is a detriment to Lunambra, but my mother will never be able to get rid of him. This is my final duty to my Kingdom." He silently made his way out of the room and up the stairs. The tavern's main room was large and lively, and heads turned as the well-equipped man ascended the steps. They quickly lost interest, returning to their own food and drink. Baeden and Marina took a seat in the corner, and Baeden ordered a baked chicken and two tankards of ale. Their order thankfully came sooner than they expected, and they ate and drank into the afternoon. The chicken was spicy, spicier than anything either of them had ever eaten, so they had to continue drinking to keep comfortable. Baeden, preparing for the coming fight, only had the one tankard of ale, and water only after that. Marina downed two tankards, followed by three goblets of water. Nearly everyone in the town was crammed into the tavern now, singing and drinking and otherwise making merry. Baeden was considering ordering them a pair of baked potatoes when the roar was heard, piercing even the din of the tavern. "PRINCE BAEDEN OF LUNAMBRA, CEASE YOUR COWARDACE! BY ORDER OF QUEEN JENARA, I AM HERE TO DRAG YOU HOME, EITHER WITHOUT YOUR HONOR OR WITHOUT YOUR LIFE!” **************** Part Twelve – Duel **************** “Who is that?” whispered a patron of the tavern. “Prince Baeden? Here?” “Of course not,” drawled the barmaid. “We've gotten no warning, no time to prepare.” “His words are true,” Baeden spoke up from his place in the corner. Everyone turned to him as he stood up, straightening to his full height. “I am Prince Baeden, and the man you just heard shouting is General Gaston, commander of Lunambra's armies. He is here to bring me home, for I have abandoned my Kingdom. I have abandoned it, not for fear, not for wealth, but for this woman that you see next to me. She is a servant, I am a Prince, and we are in love. This town is a sanctuary for men and women who, under whatever circumstance, decided to leave their homes behind. I am no different from any of you. Now, there is one last thing I must do before I leave this land forever. I ask that everyone here remain indoors, for your own safety. Thank you for your hospitality.” Baeden shouldered his way through the crowd of onlookers, each of them staring at him with a blend of fascination and curiosity. Marina watched him fearfully as he stepped through the wooden door, clicking it shut behind him. The second he was outside, everyone in the tavern clambered over one another to get to the windows. Marina already had a perfect view from where she sat, and she frowned as the barmaid's large frame squeezed her against the window glass. She watched as Baeden made his way to Great Oak's center courtyard. The massive symbol of the town, the Great Oak itself, covered the sky over him. No matter how far she turned her head, Marina could see nothing besides Baeden standing there calmly. Minutes passed, and the murmurs of the crowd increased, when their hunter finally stepped into view. He wore the same armor he had the morning he saw her there on the balcony, though now it was stained from the road, the tabard frayed and the boots coated in mud. The two men stared each other down for a long time, and then Baeden spoke, though she could not hear his words. *** “I did not expect you alone,” Baeden said. “I assume my trick to split you up was a success.” “Unfortunately,” Gaston replied with a growl. “Your mother traveled north with them, you know. If something happens to her, it will be your responsibility.” “My mother is stronger than you think,” Baeden assured him. “She raised me, after all.” “I RAISED YOU!” Gaston screamed. “I handed you the first sword you ever touched, and I taught you how to wield it. I fitted your armor for ten years, I sharpened your blades, I made you into who you are today!” “No,” Baeden whispered. “You tried your hardest to turn me into you, but I would never use my strength to terrorize those weaker than me. I would never burn down villages for speaking against Lunambra, I would never behead people for stealing an ear of corn, I would never threaten a woman's life. You are a menace and a tyrant, and that is why I will stop you here and now, as my final duty to my Kingdom.” Baeden reached up, grasping the hilt of his new sword and tearing it from its strap. He took his stance, raising the blade above his head. Gaston was visibly enraged. His face had the focus of a proper warrior, but his fists were shaking and his posture was aggressive and powerful. “You attacked me from behind last time, like the coward that you are. You will not get the best of me again.” Gaston reached to his side, drawing his broadsword in one swift motion and taking his own stance. “You have spoken against everything I stand for. You speak against law, against hierarchy, against decency. I do not care if the Queen has me executed for it. I have decided to kill you with my own hands.” “As have I,” Baeden agreed. “Enough talk, let us end this as men.” Gaston began his advance, striding towards Baeden with his head held tall. As he approached, it became clear how much taller Gaston was than the Prince. His shadow loomed over Baeden, and it was obvious to Marina why he was so feared as he raised his sword in both hands and brought it crashing down towards Baeden. The Prince sidestepped the first strike, slashing around with his own longer blade. Gaston pivoted and knocked it aside with his left gauntlet, swinging his sword up slamming it against Baeden's cuirass. Baeden stumbled and caught himself just in time to duck a massive sweep, juking under the blade and ramming Gaston with his thick pauldrons. Gaston leaned forwards to absorb the blow, bringing his knee up to slam into Baeden's hip. Baeden yanked his leg back to lessen the impact, and leaned to his right before he threw his sword forwards in a powerful close-range thrust. Gaston somehow parried it with the end of his hilt, forcing the tip of the Spada to his left as he spun out of the grapple and regained proper footing. Baeden recovered quickly, slashing his weapon in a wide arc that forced Gaston to backstep away from it. The separation did not last long, as Baeden was the one to restart their bout with a series of thrusts from his longer weapon. Gaston parried each of them with ease, then slammed Baeden's sword away, jumping forwards and throwing a thunderous front kick. Baeden was caught by surprise, taking the blow to his armored stomach and toppling backwards. He rolled backwards to his feet just as the tip of Gaston's broadsword was thrust into the ground where his neck had been a second ago. Baeden threw his own kick now, aimed at Gaston's sword hand. The ground acted as a stopper, preventing him from withdrawing from the kick, and Gaston shouted as the blade was wrenched from his grip. Baeden offered no mercy, swinging his sword up towards the unarmored joint under Gaston's right arm. Displaying unbelievable agility for a man of his size, Gaston jumped to his left, minimizing the impact of Baeden's strike. He hit the ground rolling, tumbling through the dirt and stopping next to one of the large wooden benches that lined the trunk of the Great Oak. Getting to his feet quickly, Gaston grasped the bench and spun, hurling the piece of furniture directly at the advancing Prince. With no time to dodge properly, Baeden hit the dirt as Gaston charged him from behind the flying bench. Baeden kicked out, catching Gaston in the shin, and he rolled aside as the General crashed down beside him. If he was stunned from the fall, it didn't show as he folded up his legs and threw himself forwards, scrambling back to his broadsword that still stuck from the ground. Baeden was too slow standing, and Gaston had recovered his weapon as Baeden raised his arms for a downward strike. Marina's heart froze in her chest as Gaston slashed the broadsword horizontally, under Baeden's raised arms. The edge slammed into the side of Baeden's pale leather cuirass, cutting into the hardened material. Somehow the leather managed to fully blunt the attack, but the weapon was still heavy, and Baeden knew that at least one rib had broken. Any normal man would have fallen immediately, but Baeden simply screamed the pain away as he grasped the blade of Gaston's broadsword with his gauntlet, tearing it from his armor. Gaston tried to pull away, but Baeden held strong and threw another mighty kick. It landed perfectly, impacting Gaston's gut between the cuirass and groin plate of his greaves. Despite his muscles and great endurance, the General fell to his knees as Baeden released the broadsword and tightened his grip on the Spada. He raised it over his head and brought it down with no hesitation, right towards the center of Gaston's head. With the last of his focus, Gaston leaned to his left and the blade slammed against his steel gorget, sliding down the pauldron. Gaston roared his fury, getting one leg under him as he tried to force himself to his feet. Baeden struck at him again, trying to cut into the side of his neck with the base of his blade. Gaston reached up and grasped the pommel of the Spada with his left hand, under Baeden's own grip. They wrestled for control of the sword as Gaston tried to thrust his broadsword into Baeden's legs. His greaves were luckily full steel plate, and they protected him as he fought for his weapon. Gaston pulled hard, and Baeden felt his grip weaken, the crack in his side sending waves of pain across the whole right side of his body. Another mighty pull and the long blade was pulled from his grip. Gaston exhaled as he started to stand up, but Baeden lifted his left leg and stomped down on Gaston's thigh, forcing him back to his knees. Gaston's vision was still hazy as he saw Baeden reach out, grabbing the blade of the Spada in both of his hands. Placing his foot on Gaston's chest, he leaned back, wrenching his sword away from the General. He spun the weapon, grasping it by the tip of its blade and gripping it tightly in his steel gauntlets. Gaston knew what was coming, and he was too weak to prevent it. Baeden roared out in victory as he swung the inverted sword down into Gaston's shoulder, the heavy handguard piking through his gorget and embedding itself in the General's neck. Blood flowed from the armor immediately, and increased as Baeden withdrew the weapon. Gaston fell back, staring at the sky as Baeden brought the handguard crashing down again, puncturing the chest of his cuirass and sinking deep into his body and deep into his heart. **************** Part Thirteen – Freedom **************** Jenara began to cry just as the gates of First Hearth came into view. The rather unoriginally-named village was the first fief of Jarkan, only fifteen miles past their border. It used to belong to Lunambra, but after Jarkan's land was returned to them, they reclaimed and hastily renamed the small town. I wonder of Kaitlen had anything to do with its naming, seeing as she was the one to reclaim it. The woman had slipped away from them soon after leaving the tower, retreating into the nearby woods. Nicolas had started after her, but Jenara had demanded he stay present under the guise of fear. And so she escaped to whatever life she was going to lead after giving up her plans against Lunambra. There were many reasons why Jenara could have been crying. The sight of the beautiful mountainscape that spanned the sky before her, the thought of finding familiar company, the emotional strain of killing a man for the first time in her life, or the fact that her plan was so close to long-awaited fruition. The cause was none of that, though. In reality, the one and only reason she was crying was because of the absolute typhoon that was contained inside her screaming, tormented bladder. As they rode on, she put everything together in her mind. She had consumed at least ten glasses of water and wine at the feast...Sixty-two hours ago. Not including the water she had been forced to drink during the trip, it was now one hour before noon three nights after she had done so, and her body was having none of it. She was truly terrified, she knew that the second she unstuck her womanhood from her leather saddle, she would instantly soak herself in front of an entire town. Her belly was so inflated that it lightly brushed the grip of the saddle, eight inches in front of her. Somehow the guards had not yet noticed this, too absorbed in their banter to pay her any attention unless she asked for it. As much as it mortified her to her very core, she was deeply considering dismounting right where she was and wetting herself in front of the guards. What is worse? Four guards of my own Kingdom? Or an entire village that is not under my command?” She forced the thought out of her mind, squeezing her eyes shut and wiping the tears away with the back of her hand. If I piss myself, it's going take the complete failure of my body before I do so. I will NOT give in. Not yet. And so she gripped the horse's flanks with her legs, pulling her weight down on the saddle even harder. The animal whinnied a soft complaint, but kept its pace as the gate grew ever closer. Ten minutes later, they passed through the gate to the curious stares of Jarkan's townspeople. “Drake, ride to the tavern and book a room for us and a room for the Queen,” Jason ordered. “And keep an eye out for Prince Baeden. Ask the innkeeper if someone of his description checked in recently, but do not mention him by name.” The other guard nodded and kicked at his horse, speeding off around a corner. The rest of them continued their slow trot as Jenara's eyes went wide with a final glimmer of hope. My own room, with a private chamberpot and no men around. I may have to wait a while more to implement my plan, but it would be more than worth it. “We are going to the tavern now?” she asked, her voice far higher than she intended. “I thought we were to address the citizens to let them know why I am here.” “That was the plan,” Jason said, “but after the hostility we met at the tower, we've decided it would be safer to keep our identities secret, until we can speak to a member of Jarkan's Royalty.” “That is acceptable,” Jenara agreed. She was so thankful that she would have kissed him on the spot, had she been a lady of any lesser stature. They rode for just minutes more until the tavern came into view, a tall stone and wood building with a shining steel sign in the likeness of a tankard of ale. Just the fictional depiction of liquid sent a wave cascading through Jenara's body, and she shivered head to toe. Jason dismounted, and as he always did, held out his hand to help the Queen off her mount. She had no choice, she took it and slid off the horse. The moment she hit the ground, her body shouted out loud, entirely against her will. Both hands flew to her privates and pushed hard against the front of the dress as her legs went half-limp from the pain of it all. The three guards surrounded her in concern, grasping her shoulders and trying to straighten her up. “My Queen, what is the matter?” Nick asked politely. “NOTHING!” Jenara screamed furiously at him. “I am in pain from riding that animal all morning, that is all. Get me in a room, now.” “As you wish,” Nick said, looking slightly hurt. He started to push open the tavern door just as Drake came stumbling out from the other side. “Fuckin' 'ell,” Drake groaned. “Right cunt that one is. Said there's only one room available, and she refused to evict the guests of another no matter how much gold I offered, and I couldn't mention the Queen's name.” At the sound of Drake's words, Jenara's hope was shattered as though a catapult had fired through the stained glass window of a Grand Cathedral. Her identity forgotten, she felt the first drop of wee leak out of her. She was beaten. No, said the smallest voice in the deepest part of her mind. I am Queen Jenara, a member of the Royal Family of Lunambra, raised by King Ethan and Queen Vanessa to lead my Kingdom with honor and dignity until either the day that I marry into another Kingdom or the day that I die. If I fail here, what legacy will I leave behind? But what am I to do? said another voice, louder than the first. I'm a Queen, but I'm just a person. I'm going to be in the same room as my four male guards. I will die if I try to keep it in another night. If I don't die, I'll drown the four of them in my own piss.” Just say it. Be honest, whisper to Jason that I need to relieve myself. He'll understand, he'll give me privacy. No. That is as bad as wetting myself. If my dignity is forcefully torn away from me, at least I could sleep at night knowing that I did all I could. I will never tell them. But I told Marina. I did far more than that with Mary. Not to even mention Sabina... Those were women, and they were innocent and nearly friends to me. These guards...they saved my life, but they are still men. It's going to happen anyway. Any second, it's all going to flow out of me, no matter where I am. So what am I going to do? Wait. I could try to give the signal. But why would they be here? They expect me at the crier stand. Unless they're following me. But I have to try. I have to trust her. As the guards argued with each other, Jenara raised her right hand, placing three fingers against her shoulder. For thirty seconds she waited, glancing around, wincing as another tiny leak forced its way out of her. And then she saw them, two cloaked figures sprinting towards her. The guards were absorbed by their conversation, discussing their options, and she prepared for the impact. She let herself be grabbed around her arms and she was torn off the tavern's porch. It took five seconds until Jason noticed it. “HALT!” he roared, drawing his sword and bolting after the Queen and her captors. The others were close behind, their faces paintings of fearful anger. Jenara let herself be dragged, twisting her legs together as far as they would go. The cloaked figures were not strong, but together they managed to pull Jenara into an alley between a stable house and a florist. As Jenara fought with all her strength to keep control just a few seconds longer, she saw one of them kick a square of wood out of the wall of the stable house. She was then pushed towards the hole, where she shuffled forwards and collapsed through it. The cloaked figures were next, gracefully sliding through the hole and pushing the slab of wood back into place. “That was too close,” Mary Estenna exhaled, pulling her hood down and shaking out her dark hair. “You can say that again,” Sabina agreed, untying the string of her cloak and dropping it beside her. Jenara just lay still on the dusty wooden floor, shaking all over, with her hands shoved between her legs. “Need to...so desperate...” was all she could manage. “Bloody hell, look at her,” Sabina gasped. “She's got to have about a barrel of water in there. I thought she must have relieved herself in that tower, but it seems not. Shite, it's been nearly three days...” “Oh, my Queen,” Mary said softly, sitting cross-legged next to Jenara's head. The Queen leaned back on Mary's legs, resting her head on Mary's chest. “Get her dress out of the way,” Mary said to Sabina. The blonde woman obliged, grasping the soft but dirty fabric of Jenara's dress and sliding it up her legs. Mary grasped the sides of the dress and pulled it up, revealing the Queen's slender thighs. Her womanhood came into view, stretched out and reddened, followed by her belly that could have been carrying twins. Mary finished pulling the dress over Jenara's shoulders and folded it over a wooden beam beside her. She then removed her own dress, throwing it to the other side of the room. “I'm sorry, Jenara,” Mary whispered down at her. “I don't have a chamberpot down here, or any kind of bucket. It's alright though, just let it out. Hopefully my dress will stay dry over there...” She wrapped her arms around Jenara, one grasping the Queen's right breast and the other resting on her collarbone. Jenara reached up and held Mary's left shoulder, gripping it tightly. The two women rested there naked, just waiting and holding each other until Jenara gave a final gasp of desperation before she spread her legs wide and let herself go limp. The torrent was immediate and astonishing, flowing onto the wooden floor and spreading out in all directions. It welled up under her, dampening her bottom and legs. It dripped through the cracks in the floor, and she moaned softly as Mary reached down and began rubbing her sore, distended belly. “Oh, that feels so good,” Jenara breathed, spreading her legs further as the river kept flowing out of her. On and on it went as Mary watched her, and Jenara shivered as she felt the ex-stable girl kiss the side of her neck. “I missed you,” Jenara said. “And I you,” Mary whispered. “Just relax, you're safe here.” For two more minutes she emptied herself on the floor of the small room, and if not for the gaps between the planks, she felt like it would have covered her toes when she stood. She felt a jolt between her legs, and her body shook as she felt herself orgasm from the relief alone. She gasped out loud, earning a giggle from Mary. Finally, it began to slow down, and Mary smiled as the Queen looked up at her. “Feel better?” Mary asked playfully. “Like a new person,” Jenara exhaled. Mary continued massaging the Queen's abdomen as her flow ceased, working the dulled muscles and sore skin. “Sabina, come here,” Jenara said suddenly. The woman approached the Queen and squatted down to avoid kneeling in Jenara's puddle. “I am ready, my Queen. It would be best not to waste time.” Sabina began unbuttoning her dark shirt. “It's as you say,” Jenara agreed. “I know you do not truly want to do this, but I promise you that it will not be as bad as you think. King Carter of Valdus will do all the real work once you are wed to him. As for your lack of civility, the Kingdom will blame it on the emotional toll caused by a combination of your kidnappings here on this journey and the loss of your son. You will live out your days in wealth and prosperity, and feel free to go adventuring again once you give birth to your own real son.” Sabina smiled at the Queen as she finished untying her leather pants, and she stepped out of them, standing naked in the dim candlelight. “I am not afraid anymore,” she said. “Look at me, it's like I was made for this. I could be your identical twin and we would still not be as similar. Still, for good measure...” Jenara flinched as Sabina leaned forwards, slamming her face against a wooden beam that held up the low ceiling. Her face came back with a bleeding nose, red forehead, and a squinting left eye. “Well, that hurt more than I thought it would, but nobody will suspect me, for a little while anyway,” she groaned, rubbing her face. “You're insane, girl,” Jenara stammered, trying hard not to laugh. “You're more insane than I am, trying to pull this stunt. Do you really think we'll get away with it?” “Everybody close to me is dead or gone,” Jenara said. “Everyone except Mary, here. My husband passed years ago, my son left his Kingdom for love. I am sure that the General will never return, and simple servants and guards do not know me personally enough to be a risk. The only people who might realize something is off are the four guards you will meet outside, but with your face like that, you should make it home just fine. Act quiet and traumatized. When you get back to Lunambra, give them each two-hundred gold pieces. Do not fear asking your servants for help, they will not question you and they know all my routines. Marry into Valdus as soon as you can, and all responsibility will be lifted off of you.” “I hope you are right,” Sabina said as she picked up Jenara's dress. “Damn, this thing is all stretched out.” “That would be the fault of my bladder,” Jenara sighed. “Speaking of that, do try not to wet yourself in any Royal meetings you may attend. They last a long time, but I have a record to uphold, after all.” “I'll do my best,” Sabina laughed, pulling the dress down over her shoulders and patting it against her skin. She reached a hand down her chest, straightening her breasts, then stood up and looked to Jenara. “Good enough?” “Good enough,” Jenara agreed. “Go now, don't keep the guards waiting for too long. And...treat your people well. Do not let power go to your head.” Sabina smiled warmly and nodded, gave a very graceful and Queenly curtsy, and then retreated up a flight of stairs. A door could be heard opening and closing, and she was gone. Jenara was free. ******************* Epilogue – New Peace ******************* It was ten hours after the fight ended, in the dead of night, that Marina grasped Baeden's shoulder and gently shook him awake. He opened his eyes and turned to her, smiling at her sweaty face. “I can't hold it in anymore,” she said desperately. “I've already leaked in the bed a little. I know you're in pain, and I know you are tired, but I have to ask you. Do you want to go to the ocean, or do you want me to just wee in the chamberpot here? Baeden rolled onto his back and inhaled deeply. “I thought a rib was broken, but I seem to be breathing alright. I might just have lucked out. We should hurry, lest you wee on the street.” He sat up and pulled a robe over himself, and Marina did the same. She was jiggling every which way, pressing one hand between her legs. “Ooohh, it's leaking again,” she moaned. Baeden leaned forwards, feeling between her legs with his right hand. Warm dampness dripped onto his fingers, and he gave her a gentle hug. “Hold it for me, okay? You can make it to the water. I'm really desperate too, I don't know how I was sleeping through this.” They quietly made their way upstairs and out of the tavern, sneaking through the dark streets. For the first time in her life, Marina felt sand between her toes, and she stumbled through the strange matter, letting out a few drops into the grains. “I'm about wetting myself,” she hissed. “I can't walk on this weird shite.” Despite her leaking, she managed to get all her clothes off, along with Baeden, and they both gasped as their feet hit water. “Oh, cold, cold! I can take it though, come on, lets get deeper.” Baeden had to nearly drag her in as she focused on holding herself, and soon they were bobbing in the light waves. “Oh Gooood, being in water makes it ten times worse,” she cried. “I'm losing it, come here.” She reached out and embraced Baeden, pulling herself close to him. They kissed passionately in the dim moonlight, and Baeden breathed a soft laugh as he felt warmth surrounding his privates and his legs. She pressed her face against his chest as she relieved herself in the great body of water, and she squealed as she felt Baeden's stream start directly against her clit. “It's so warm under there,” she whispered. “This feels...oh, it's...mmmm.” Baeden had to catch her as she nearly fell into the water from her quick orgasm. He led her back to shallower water, where they both lay for two hours, enjoying each other again and again until the rising tide forced them back to land. Three hours later, they looked to the rising sun as their ship sailed onward, leaving behind everything that they had ever known and heading towards everything that they could ever want.
  4. Hello everyone. Last night something happened to me that has never happened before, and will probably never happen again. I was forced to my absolute physical limit against my will. It was horrible as it was happening, but once some things were made clear afterwards, it was an experience I'm very glad to have had. I don't want to spoil anything, so I'll list the events in the order that I experienced them. A little background, I'm a 23yo woman in a lesbian relationship. Both me and my girlfriend are into holding and wetting, and a lot of other stuff. We've always had fun, but a couple days ago my girlfriend asked me something that I wasn't sure how to answer. She asked me “When you wet yourself, are you really, truly losing control, or are you just giving into the pain?” I had to think about it for a while. It feels like I'm losing control, but was I really? If there were a bomb wired to my legs that would go off if I peed, would I honestly let go at the point that I usually do? In the end, I gave her an uncertain “I think so?” It was the best I could do, honestly. And then she asks me if I would like to find out. She said that she had an idea that would make me hold it in no matter how badly it hurt or how much I wanted to pee. I told her that as long as she wouldn't hurt me, I would try it. I trusted her. She wanted my consent for the whole thing in general, but she refused to tell me any details. She said that no matter what happened after consenting here and now, I couldn't back out of it. Nothing I said would convince her to stop. I gave her my consent. There was no way I could have known what she would do. We did it last night. The first thing she had me do was drink a gallon of water over the course of a whole hour, for safety. A whole gallon would guarantee that I would wet myself, no matter how good of a holder I was. I was already somewhat desperate by the time I finished it. Then we cuddled on the couch. “Tell me when you feel close to leaking,” she told me. After watching BoJack Horseman, I was really full. Another episode later, and I was ready to start leaking. She helped me to my feet and led me to the bed, where she had me lay down. And then she whipped out four pairs of stereotypical pink, fuzzy handcuffs. I almost peed myself laughing right there. She didn't have time to order them online since I agreed to this, meaning she must have been hiding them for a while, or went to a sex shop while I was at work. I sat up, having a rule about peeing on the bed. We had both agreed it was a no-go. She pushed me back down. “You said you would do this,” she whispered at me. “You've wet the bed before, now will be no different.” She was always tougher than me, and forced my wrist down as she cuffed me to the bed. I gave up fighting her and let her restrain all my limbs. She then pushed up my dress so my panties were in the open air. She had requested that I wear my tightest pair, a light-blue hipster cut that was squeezing my bladder despite the elastic band. She thumbed me through the panties for a few minutes, but soon I let out a tiny spurt. “Here we go,” she said then, giving me the most evil grin I'd ever seen from her. She stepped back and walked to the nightstand, opening my purse. I looked on curiously as she pulled my phone, a Galaxy S6 in a generic purple rubber case, from the purse. “Close your eyes,” she said. Thinking she was going to take pictures, I complied. The next thing I knew, my panties were being pulled up and my phone was forced into them, pressing directly against my labia. What happened that night was a perfect example of the Six Stages of Grief. 1: Shock- The moment I figured out what she had done, I absolutely lost my mind. I was screaming, kicking, cursing, and just about everything else I could without weeing all over my phone. It was a good thing we live in a secluded area or we would have had the cops on us with all the yelling. The first thing she did was step out of kicking range, and all I could do was shout at her. No matter how much I wiggled, the phone wouldn't budge. My panties were too tight and the rubber case held it in place with friction. If the case covered the whole phone it might have been okay, but there were holes for the speakers and charger. There was nothing I could do. 2: Denial- Soon after the initial panic, I relaxed a little, knowing that she would never do this. It was a prank. She'd take it out in a moment and carry on with whatever she really had planned. This went on for ten minutes, as I got fuller and fuller. “That's enough, love, get it out of there before I short circuit it,” I said. “No,” she said. 3: Anger- As I became so desperate that my girl parts started to spasm involuntarily, I got mad. Really mad. I threatened to break up with her, to call the cops on her for holding me hostage, that this had to be some form of rape, that I'd never forgive her, that I'd post videos of her on the internet. None of it seemed to bother her in the slightest. My threats devolved into a typhoon of swearing, the 'C' word was tossed around quite a bit. Somehow I lasted another fifteen minutes, and at this point my back was starting to hurt from the pressure in my kidneys. 4: Bargaining- I knew I couldn't possibly have much time left. In the past, whenever my back started to hurt, I would let go no matter what. But I couldn't do that now. Everything was in my phone. All my pictures. Tons of files for work. Shows I couldn't find again. “Please,” I begged. “Please let me piss and I'll do anything you want. I'll wee myself in public, I know you always wanted me to do that. I'll pay you, hundred quid if you just let me out right now. You'll never have to do the laundry again, or the cat box. Please don't make me do this.” She was just sitting there in our arm chair, watching me with her legs open and her finger inside of herself. This was the worst time of my life, and she was just getting off to me. 5: Depression- At this point, I knew that she wouldn't let me out. I started sobbing. I knew I had to hold on, maybe she would get bored, maybe my sister would stop by unexpectedly, maybe I could somehow never pee again. But that gallon was filling me more and more every second. I hadn't even spurted yet, though I was more desperate than I ever could have imagined possible. Every part of me hurt, my insides throbbed from the pressure, and my bladder was bulging so far out that I looked absolutely pregnant. I stayed there crying for nearly forty-five minutes, constantly getting more desperate. It was pain unlike anything I'd ever felt. I wonder if this is what childbirth would feel like, my body tearing open with no possible way to stop it. “Please,” I begged her one last time. A minute later, it happened. There was no leaking, no spurting. My hole opened too suddenly to possibly stop it, and my pee flew out like a bullet from a gun. My phone and the bed were instantly soaked, and I could feel the torrent spraying in every direction, reflected off the hard material of the phone. It flowed onto my slowly-shrinking belly, and soon I could hear it splattering on the floor, the entire bed unable to absorb it all. Obviously there was no measurement, but if I had to put a legitimate guess on it, I would say it was very likely at least 1.5 liters. I've done one liter before when I tried my absolute best, but this went on for far longer than any pee I'd had before it. She was taking pictures with her own phone now, catching me at every angle as I cried about it. Finally after fuck knows how long, my flow slowed down and stopped as I heaved and sobbed, tied helpless to the bed. 6: Acceptance- That was it, then. My life was ruined, I'd never speak to my girlfriend of five years again, I was pretty sure I had irreversible internal damage, and my bed had my piss in it for the second time this year. “Get out,” was the first thing I said to her. “Get out of my house.” I'm glad she didn't listen to me at this point, as it was Saturday and nobody would have likely realized something was wrong as I was tied to a peed bed with no phone. Instead of getting out, she walked over to me and reached into my saturated panties, pulling the phone out. Then she dropped it on my chest. I looked down, and I'm sure my face went dumb as my eyes fell on the weird slab of black stuff that was inside my phone case. “Dried clay,” she said. “I made it in class yesterday, using my own phone as a model. Swapped it out in your case while you were watching the telly.” She leaned over and reached into my purse, pulling my real, undamaged phone out of it. “About the same weight, and if you only saw the back of the case, you'd never have known.” I laid there stunned for a while after that. My phone was fine, my body had stopped hurting, and she was staring at me with that ridiculously adorable, loving face she always wore. “Can you take the cuffs off me,” was the next thing I said. She complied and I stood up unsteadily, making my way to the toilet. I got in the shower and she joined me, and I found myself smiling as she held herself against me and peed on my legs. Despite the trauma of the night, everything seemed okay after that. As I said in the beginning of this story, it was an extreme experience that I'll probably never have again. Nothing else could have made me hold on for that long while I was in so much pain. I'm sure that many of you holders here think that you've truly lost control at some point, but I can almost promise that you have not. There's a level of desperation beyond anything you've felt, that is very likely impossible to reach through willpower alone. I held in a gallon of water for just about three hours. I still can't believe it. Nearly 24 hours later now and I feel fine, my bladder and kidneys don't hurt anymore, so I'm assuming there's no damage done. It was...something else.
  5. Jacqueline Fernandez rehearsed her lines for the big awards show tonight for which she had been roped in as the host. She read from the script, taking regular gulps from what seemed to be her fourth bottle of water after she got here, while technicians gave the final touches to the stage in front of her. It was a big show where a slew of celebrities and a lot public was going to be in attendance. All arrangements had been made but what they didn’t arrange was a toilet.Usaully big events like these didn’t have toilets as celebrities would usually bring along their vanity van, but Jacky didn’t need a toilet ,after all she had her mammoth bladder to take care of all that water she had been drinking. As professional as she was, Jacqueline viewed bathroom breaks as an unnecessary waste of time. She believed that her bladder was meant to hold her pee as long as she wanted to and that was exactly what it did. It was 8:00 in the morning which meant she had well over 14 hours before the show started.That was an ample amount of time to prepare her lines . Jacqueline felt tired as she had stayed up all night, busy with her shoots, but it wasn’t the time to relax, she had to concentrate and the only thing that would have helped her keep awake, was coffee. Jacky asked one of the spot boys to get her a large cold coffee with cream from the nearby canteen, it was her favorite after all. Soon the boy came back with what she had asked for, Jacqueline gave him his tip and took the heavy Styrofoam cup from his hand. Getting back to her script she went through the lines again as she kept sucking the coffee from the straw. It was by 10:00am that Jacqueline had gulped down six of those large coffees which were easily around 500 ml(17 oz) each, she could now feel it was going right through her. She took off the belt around her waist so it could give her bladder some room to inflate as much as it wanted to. She was definitely feeling the need to pee now, but knew she could hold it as long as she wanted to. Jacky did not have even have a second to spare, she had to practice her speech too and she just couldn’t care less about having to take a leak right now. Past 12 pm, her bladder had started ballooning rapidly ,expanding to great lengths so it could accommodate all the liquid she had consumed. Jacqueline knew she was holding a lot but was confident about her storage capacity . She was used to holding much more than this so it was not a problem for her. She walked around , deeply engrossed in the sheet of paper she held in her hand as onlookers were amazed to a see a girl so calm and composed with a bowling bowl sized bladder bulging out of her belly. “She had been drinking like a camel all this while, and hadn’t been to the loos yet, I bet she is dying to pee but she’s hiding it” said a spot boy to another. “I don’t know man, I’ve heard rumors from several industry insiders that she never uses the loo during shoots howsoever long they maybe” replied the second boy , “They say she has a cast iron bladder and today , after seeing it in person ,I can’t help but believe what I’ve heard.” “If that’s true, one can’t imagine what a gusher she might be building up inside there.” And yes it was true, Jacky was now holding a massive load of piss in her tanker and she could feel the pressure inside it was beginning to increase slowly but steadily. At 1 she had a sandwich and a 1200 ml carton of mixed fruit juice for lunch. Jacky could now feel her bladder stretching the waistband of her jeans,but she didn’t care about letting out her long held lake of urine any time soon, she looked as calm and composed as ever. Sitting on a chair with her legs crossed Jacky’s only concern was to mug up her lines anyhow but her sleepy eyes made it harder to read.She felt tired and cranky but had to continue anyway. “Do you need something mam?” asked a manager. Jacqueline looked up to see the young guy standing in front of her, “Yes a can of Red Bull and a cold coffee please, thank you” she replied before going back to what she was doing. No one around could believe how much this petite young girl was drinking. “Oh thank you so much” Jacky said as she received her desired beverages. Jacqueline too was happy to see the extra cream whipped over the coffee, she couldn’t have asked for anything more and before long she chugged down both the drinks empty. Her piss tank continued to swell as the afternoon came and went. Everyone around was now in awe of her bladder capacity. They were in absolute shock that Jacky still hadn’t been to the loos after gulping down such a vast quantity of fluids. “I never knew that actresses these days have such strong bladders” ,said an event manager to her colleague , as they gazed over Jacqueline’s ever expanding tankard from a distance , who was now walking around, engrossed in her script. “That is exactly what I was thinking, it seems she never feels the need to pee, I’ve been going behind the building all this while and I’ve not even drank a quarter of as much as she did” replied the other ,as she made sure no one else could over hear them. Everybody present in the vicinity was amazed that Jacqueline could even think straight with a bladder that stretched. But unaware of what anyone thought,Jacqueline was busy mugging up her lines while she took regular sips of water from another of those 1 liter bottles. She had to keep herself hydrated at all costs and after all lots of water was the secret behind her envious glowing skin ,wasn’t it? When there were still 2 hours to go before the show to start, Jacky asked her designer to get the dress she was gonna wear tonight. It was a red sparkling sari paired with a black blouse ,she looked every bit of stunning in her attire after she finally changed in the green room. Jacky settled down for her make up as her bottle of water now sat empty on the dressing table.It was then that her bladder started to feel strained, but chose to ignore it. She got herself another 2 liter bottle of water to drink in the evening ,while getting her hair done. “Careful honey, you know there aren’t any toilets around here” the hairdresser said, giving a look at the big water bottle. “Oh it’s fine , I can hold it till I get home” Jacky replied before chugging down a considerable amount ,as she didn’t pay any heed to the warnings given to her .Before soon all the water from this bottle too was streaming down through Jacky’s body. She was now all charged up and ready. People had started coming in like swarms of bees to watch their favorite celebs in action. Everything was going fine, but there was just little problem , the host really had to pee now. Jacky tried to catch a glimpse of the audience from behind the curtain, “I’m feeling nervous, there are so many people out there, it makes me want to pee even more” she giggled to her manager. The show which was set to begin at 6:00 only commenced by 8:30 pm due to various slags and maybe due to the fact that they wanted to pull in a considerable amount of crowd before they started. With only a few minutes remaining for the show to begin, one of the organizers walked into Jacky’s room, “Are you ready Jacky?” she asked . “Yes , it’s…. just that….. I’m feeling really nervous with so many people out there..” “Listen ,you can do it!’ the organizer said holding Jacqueline by her shoulders, “Don’t you worry, I know you can pull it off and remember to pee before you go on stage, it’ll help reduce your tension” she suggested before leaving the actress alone. Jacqueline didn’t have anywhere to pee before she went on stage, all she could do was hold it. So with all her piss and tension held back Jacky made her way to the stage. She resumed her position on the podium amidst a loud thunder of claps from the audience. “Good evening ladies and gentlemen” she said with a smile, marking the beginning of the awards function. The pressure in her bladder was increasing at an astounding rate now and it was indeed a sign of trouble for her if it continued this way, but while on stage her entire focus was on welcoming the people who had come to watch the show. The event would have went on for quite a few hours ,which meant there were plenty of things to keep her mind of her increasing need to pee. She tried to act enthusiastic and jovial while on stage but deep somewhere inside her mind, Jacqueline was trying her best to suppress her ever mounting desire to urinate. The entire responsibility of the event was on her shoulders now and this was indeed a huge pressure on her along with the rising pressure in her bladder. By 9 her need to pee had reached new heights, maybe she shouldn’t have had that last bottle of water after all. For a moment she thought of asking the organizers to replace her with someone for a while , so she could go pee somewhere but Jacky knew that wasn’t possible. Her sari wasn’t doing anything to hide the basketball sized bulge that Jacky was sporting. Now standing in the backstage, waiting for one of the dance performances to get over, she was pressing her thighs together, it was taking her a conscious effort to hold her pee back but she was rather confident that she’d be able to make it home. “Do you know what is the best feeling in this world” Jacky said through the mike once back on stage, “…the feeling of relief when you finally get to pee after holding it for a long time” she smirked. She was genuinely desperate now. Everyone present laughed and thought of it as a joke, but only Jacky knew that it somewhere spoke of what she desperately wanted. “…and now lets see the nominations for The Best Actor in a Negative Role..” she continued. As the night wore on, Jacqueline’s need to pee increased at an alarming rate, many a times she crossed her legs on stage but was able to cover it up behind the podium. She was starting to grow really desperate now and all that walking she had to do from her dressing room to the stage and back ,wasn’t helping either. Her throat felt parched after speaking for so long ,so she ordered another small bottle of water for herself and downed it all at once as soon as she went behind the curtain again. Soon enough her bladder started revolting against the excessive liquid flowing into it. “When is the show gonna end?” Jacky asked one of the event managers who happened to be nearby. “By 1 mam” he replied, before going his way. Jacky blew air through her pursed lips and gave her crotch a slight squeeze ,retrieving her hand before anyone around could notice. Sitting down on one of the nearby chairs, Jacky crossed her legs tight hoping it would ease some pressure on her bladder and indeed it did. She rested her left hand on her thigh, wanting to give her crotch another squeeze so badly, but didn't want anyone to see her, or confirm to anyone who could see her that she was quickly becoming more and more desperate to pee. 45 minutes later, Jacqueline was really starting to doubt her ability to hold on until the show was over. She stood on the stage, wiggling her legs and listening to one of the veteran actors speak . Soon another performance ensued and Jacky quickly made her way out of the public view, cupping her swollen bladder with her hand and walking slightly bent forward , with steps carefully placed as she tried not to loose control . Jacqueline was now sucking in air through her clenched teeth and moaning in agony. “Oh…” she wailed with her eyes closed for a second , as each step she took hurt her bladder more. “I’m bursting to pee” she stated to her make-up artist Shanti, as she sat down to receive a touch up on her face. “Are you gonna be alright? Is it really urgent ?” Shanti asked , holding her chest in concern. “I don’t know, I’ve had a lot to drink” Jacqueline replied, crossing her legs tighter than before. She had to pee so badly, that even her tight leg-crossing wasn't doing very much to ease the pressure anymore. She was crossing and un-crossing her legs every few seconds in a desperate effort to take some pressure off her sphincters. "They really need to have bathrooms available for a big event like this," she said to herself in frustration, and a bit of panic. "It looks like you really need to use the toilets" Shanti said. Jacky nodded and lit herself a cigarette , hoping it would take her mind off an aching bladder , which was now over 14 hours full.She was growing really worried about when and where she was going to pee. Fanning her legs in a desperate attempt to hold on, Jacqueline knew she had made a mistake by drinking so much, but it was too late to do anything about it now. Standing up after the make up, made her want to go even more but all she could do was hold it. As she made her way back to the stage, Jacky took small but calculated steps, with her lips pressed inwards, it was a sign of concentration and effort she was making to keep her piss in. Each step left her withering in pain, her bladder was so full she couldn’t even stand straight let alone walk. Jacqueline by now had far exceeded her holding limits. But she wasn’t ready to give up,just because she never let herself hold this much didn’t mean she couldn’t, right? Holding the mike in her hand, she felt a lot more nervous standing before a huge crowd and needing to pee so much. She was trying her best to put up a gracious demeanor but all her strength was focused on trying not to wet herself. Jacky couldn't think of another time she had to pee so badly.She had always been proud of her iron bladder that could hold liters and liters of urine without giving her any signs of distress , but this time the odds were definitely playing against her. Somehow bouncing on her knees with holding her fists clenched ,Jacky kept holding although her pee was just a hairbreadth away from bursting out. The show finally came to an end with Jacqueline holding 17 hours worth of pee in her bladder. She hobbled her way back to her dressing room, with a hand jammed against her crotch in a last, desperate effort to avoid soaking her thong and sari. It was obvious for anyone who looked at this bold and beautiful actresses that she was at the end of her ropes in desperation, but that didn't matter to her anymore. She picked up her bag and started walking towards the exit with quick baby steps, she had to get to a toilet soon. It was then that an organizer stopped her and asked her to sign autographs for some fans waiting in the backstage. Jacqueline declined his request at first , she was in a hurry to get home so she could use the toilets and anything else didn’t matter to her now ,not even her fans. Jacky kept scissoring her legs with her hands now on her butt as she discussed the issue with the organizer. Her bladder was so bloated and full that it made her look six months pregnant. She tried her best to avoid delaying her departure but then eventually agreed after a lot of persuasion and a promise of receiving a fat cheque. “You better make it fast, I have some really important work to do” she said , as they both walked towards backstage area, but when she reached there ,Jacky was shocked to see a line much bigger than what she had expected. “Oh no, I don’t know if I can wait that long, I have to go to the bathroom, I really do..” she said to the organizer , with her thighs pressed together. “Please mam , it’s just a matter of time.” “I haven’t been to the toilets since morning, please make sure it doesn’t take long” Jacqueline pleaded. She unwillingly signed autographs for her beloved fans and posed for pictures, not to mention with a dangerously full bladder. “Could you please hurry up, I am kind of having a bathroom emergency right now…” she again begged to the event managers present nearby, who did nothing to help her. As minutes passed the line grew longer and longer with more fans wanting to share a special moment with their favorite star. Jacqueline kept singing the autographs, bending over the table and crossing her legs tight, with her pee right on the edge of shooting out uncontrollably. She was in a state of panic, her desperation so severe that she was becoming light headed, almost to the point of fainting. She pleaded with the organizers to let her go but he refused looking at the long line of fans who had paid a hefty amount in exchange for the passes. Jacqueline was sure that if she shook hands with one more person ,she was gonna lose control and wet herself right there. Then came a guy who insisted on taking photos in different poses, the desperate actress obliged at first but after almost half a dozen clicks she grew really annoyed. This guy was stopping her progress to the bathroom, which she had been needing for more than half a day now.She lost her cool and gave him a piece of her mind, “Do you have any idea how much I am stopping me pee right now?!” Jacqueline blurted out to her unaware fan. Everyone around now knew that Jacky was bursting for the toilets. Even after this she signed a couple of more autographs resting a hand on her bladder brimming over with piss. The agony was too much to take and knew she was bound to have an accident if she didn’t pee soon. Before long she felt a couple of drops escape into her panties, Jacky froze in horror. “I’m sorry I absolutely have to leave now, I’m sorry” she declared before rushing out of the place. She was about to burst into her panties any second. She totally ignored the desperate pleas from the organizer as she climbed into her car and closed the door. Jacky crossed her legs really tight and patted on the driver’s seat, ordering him to leave, “Quick!Quick!Quick! Quick!” She closed her eyes to exclusively concentrate on holding her pee. She felt her pee hole pulsating and about to give way to the flood inside her but she grabbed her crotch just in time to avoid that from happening. Every now and then she lifted her head a little and looked out of the window, obviously trying to see how far away from home she was. She caressed her painfully swollen bladder from time to time and even that light pressure from her hand made her wince in agony. Each bump made her bowling ball like hard bladder to bounce inside her making it want to explode. “Please drive faster ….please” she pleaded to her driver,vigorously rubbing her thigh and knee with one hand and holding herself with the other Jacky took spars breaths as each act of respiration pushed her pee closer to its exit. She was about to go all over the car seat but was somehow managing to hold on. The pained expression on her face told so much about the agony she was going through, it almost looked like she was about to cry. When they finally reached her apartment complex, Jacky jumped out of her car even before it came to a complete halt, quickly making her way towards the elevator while holding her rock hard bladder. After being seated all this while suddenly getting up and running was too much for her exhausted bladder, but Jacky somehow managed to withhold her pee. She was fatigued beyond words being subjected to such prolonged desperation, but Jacqueline was just moments away from her toilet and the explosive relief she craved. She couldn’t give up now! Thankfully no one was around so she didn’t care about holding herself inside the elevator. Once there, Jacqueline grabbed her crotch with her entire might as the elevator slowly ascended to her floor. Her pee was almost coming out. To her even that small while in the elevator was like ages.For once she thought of peeing in the elevator too but didn’t do so because of the security camera in there. Finally on her door step now, Jacqueline had to dig deep inside her purse to look for her keys but couldn’t find them, each moment that passed was one closer to disaster. She held with her hand and bent forward , “I have to pee so much….” She gathered the last reserves of strength left inside her to hold on a little longer. She gave a deeper look inside the purse to see if the keys were but to no avail. “Damn it! Where are fucking keys?! Jacky yelled in agony and frustration, her control was slipping.She grabbed her crotch in one final attempt to hold it in when suddenly a 2 second long stream of hot urine escaped out of her pee hole to run down the back of her thigh. Barely managing to cut off the flow, Jacky lifted her saree and tore down her panties as pee exploded out of her with all the force of water erupting from a fire hose even before she was completely squatting down. Jacqueline was now peeing outside her apartment , her lower half exposed to anyone who managed to be around but she just couldn’t help it, there was no possible way that she could’ve held it even a second longer. “Aaaah…” Jacky moaned, her eyes closed in relief with the flood gates finally open. The torrent of piss running out of her was nothing like she had ever seen or heard before. The incredible pressure of her jet was proof enough of just how much she was holding. Her stream made so much noise, but Jacky did not care, all she wanted was relief. Her body shivered in ecstasy as Jacqueline experienced one of the best peegasms of her entire life. Even after peeing for a minute her pee showed no signs of stopping any time soon. Even after such a blast, her bladder area was still tremendously swollen, and she hardly wanted to pee any less. Now she was just peeing, peeing, peeing, like she always did, a long ferocious stream that she thought would go on forever. She was shocked to see just how much was coming out of her, no wonder she was so desperate. Even after the fourth minute her gusher continued unabated before the pressure began to drop to something more like her normal stream,soon coming to a complete halt. Jacky shot a few more thick spurts of pee before finally coming to the conclusion that she had let it all out. “Oh thank goodness….” she sighed in relief, oh the bliss of a finally deflated bladder. Fortunately no one had seen her taking a leak in the middle of the corridor, at least up till now and she couldn’t risk it any more. Jacky quickly stood up by the support of the door knob, pulled back her wet panties and adjusted her saree, Her bladder still felt so stretched ,but she was glad that it was finally empty. “Oh what a piss” she said to herself, feeling each bit of satisfaction. This time Jacky retrieved the key form her purse without any trouble, it was there all this time , but maybe she just couldn’t see it before in her haste. Jacqueline gave one last look at the enormous puddle that she had left on the floor outside her apartment ,before she went in and shut the door behind her. ( I am sorry if there were any mistakes in the story. I wrote this down in a burst of three hours so I suppose errors are bound to creep in, but please do comment and criticize as much as possible, it will be highly appreciated. Thank you! )
  6. Here's my latest story. It's an attempt by me to write a story similar to those by Rexone, for those of you who are familiar with his work. I tried to imitate everything from his characters and dialogue to his writing style. The hold time is fairly extreme, but for those of you (like me) who like that sort of thing, I hope it is a plus. I hope everyone enjoys it! And as always, ideas for future stories are more than welcome! Some time ago I had a fascinating girlfriend named Ebony, not fascinating for her looks (though she was very attractive!), or for her personality (though she was smart, funny, everything I like in a girl), but fascinating for her habit – she would always try her hardest to pee as infrequently as possible. It didn’t matter if she was out in public or by herself in her apartment. When I saw her, Ebony would doubtlessly be putting her habit into effect (and putting her bladder into use) by holding her pee, even when she was obviously desperate to go. I didn’t understand her habit, but it didn’t affect our relationship. She had no problem with me peeing when we were out, in fact she seemed even a bit smug to be able to wait so much longer than I could. And as long as I didn’t have to hold it myself, I didn’t mind if she indulged herself, at least in the beginning. At first when I discovered her pee holding, I was dumbfounded. Then, after doing some googling, I suspected it was for fetish. But she denied this countless times, and I’m sure she was telling the truth. She got no physical pleasure from straining her bladder, but mentally she simply had to be in control of it. There was no real reason for this, she couldn’t think of one even when pressed, but nevertheless Ebony needed to be in total control of the building, burning liquid inside her, no matter how long she’d already contained it for. I couldn’t understand it, but eventually it frustrated me that she continued to hold on when relief was so easy to obtain. Finally I couldn’t hold my tongue anymore. One day we decided to go to a big amusement park together. I picked Ebony up at 8 am sharp outside her apartment, and she looked so sexy! Another thing Ebony followed with fervor was to dress in as tight and restricting clothing as possible, because to her that was as sexy as it gets! So she’d opted for a very tight white t-shirt and skintight jeans…except neither were skintight, because she’d managed to fit them over a restricting black catsuit, one obviously much too small for her hourglass frame. I knew she’d be sweating the moment we got to the park, but this was normal for her, so I didn’t mention that. I did decide to needle her a bit about her feminine needs, however, asking, “My God, honey, you look fantastic! Better than ever! But…how will you take a pee when you need to go at the park? I don’t see a zipper on that catsuit, and anyway it’s much too much of a hassle to take it off to do such things.” Ebony gave me a frown as she told me in no uncertain terms, “Come on now baby. Why do you ask me these questions? Of course I will not need relief when we are out, or at all for that matter! That silly girl need is no need of mine! I let my flood free at midnight, if you must know, so today I will be totally comfortable.” I couldn’t help but scoff at this, “Ebony, I know you are good at controlling yourself, but even you said yourself that you needed a relief last night! I know you will need it again! Just stop this game and pee when you need to!” Now Ebony bristled at me, “Oh why don’t you shut up?! I’m enough of an adult not to need to pee if I don’t want to! So how bout this – not only will I not pee for as long as it takes to convince you I’m above such a trite and silly need, but if my head gets crazy in the heat and I ask you for a bathroom, which I won’t, by the way, because I can control such things, but even if I do, you should tell me no and to hold longer, and I will. I am the master of my bladder, even when it’s bursting, and I’ll prove it to you!” My eyes widened at this challenge, “Well darling I gladly accept, but just so you know, I may take a long time to convince.” But Ebony was resolute, “Then I will hold it a long long time!” As we drove out to the amusement park, I couldn’t help but be happy with how our challenge would surely end up for poor Ebony. Finally I’d prove to her that she had a limit, would cure her of this silly habit, and perhaps she’d be convinced and give it up. All I had to do was make her pee herself, and considering how long Ebony was known to wait, that shouldn’t be much of a problem. We made small talk and spoke about couple’s things for a while, and by 11 am we reached the park. Back on good terms, I opened the car door for her and instantly saw the sweat begin to form on her face as the heat of the day hit her. The latex trap she was wearing would surely make her day as sweaty as could be. “Better drink a lot to make sure you’re not fainting.” I told her, pointing at the sun. “Oh I plan to, don’t worry.” She replied with a confident smile. Damn her confidence was sexy, even when it made her do things I didn’t like! I put my hand on her firm ass and we entered the park. Within minutes Ebony complained of being hungry, so we went to a food stand and bought some lunch. Ebony hemmed and hawed over a drink size until she saw a special promotion on the corner of the display sign. “Monster Chugger – Unlimited Free Refills at any Park Location - $20” “I’ll have the Monster Chugger,” Ebony told the teen running the register. The boy scratched his head and said, “Are you sure? It’s a really bad deal. No one ever finishes it and gets to use the refills. Maybe try a Large instead.” Now Ebony got mad, “I said I want the Monster Chugger and that’s what I want! I’ll drink it all in hours! Don’t even put in ice. I want only my soda in there!” The teen backed off with fear in his eyes and relented. Of course, then Ebony looked at my lovingly, batting her eyes, because I had to actually pay the $20 for the drink. But I swallowed the pain in my wallet and did so, knowing the big drink would help my cause of filling her bladder. I began to get confident that she wouldn’t even make it through the afternoon if the drink was as large as it was claimed. It wasn’t as big – it was bigger. The Monster Chugger was positively enormous. The plastic cup had to be 3 liters in volume, filled to the max with Ebony’s favorite soda. Ebony had to cradle it with two hands as we walked away, but she refused to let me help her out of pride. “Well you may indeed finish that soda,” I began, watching as Ebony beamed at me for taking her side, but I continued, “But only if you make a visit to the restrooms halfway through! There’s no way you can hold that much!” Ebony’s face darkened when she answered me, “You know what, I will hold it all! Sure, some of it will sweat out with these uncomfortable latex things on me, but I’ll just fill it again and keep drinking…….And keep WAITING, once it empties. Trust me, it will empty, but my bladder will stay full.” Once more I told her it wasn’t possible, but now Ebony was through talking. She just put the straw in her mouth and started sucking down soda. We started going on rides and enjoying ourselves, even if Ebony was clearly dying of heat as the sun continued rising. By 1 in the afternoon she’d downed over half her ridiculous soda, and though I’d had just a normal soda, I was feeling the urge to relieve myself. I told Ebony this and she smirked, “Of course, the boy always has to pee first. Go ahead, then, find the bathrooms and let it out.” I managed to return her smirk, “Oh, the boy has to go first? When you say that, that means that the girl has to go at some point too, right?” I playfully patted her bladder area, which felt firm. Ebony didn’t like my response and answered, “Of course not! Just an expression dear. My bladder is still feeling fine, even with 13 hours since my last relief…and many more to come!” We reached the restrooms and she stood defiantly outside them while I hastily peed into the urinal of the men’s room. I exited and we continued riding rides. The day wore on and by 3 pm I was met with a shock. Ebony presented me with her Monster Chugger cup…except it was now totally empty! She had done it. Wiping a bit from her lips, Ebony smiled and asked me sweetly to refill it for her. We found the nearest kiosk and the man behind the desk was more than happy to give us our new soda, but he also chided us, “I’ll bet it took both of you all day to down this, huh?” I was going to let it pass, but Ebony would have none of it, replying, “Actually sir, it was just me that drank it. Yup! I drank it all and haven’t even been to a toilet since!” The man was speechless, so we took the new soda and left, and Ebony began to work on it as well, despite her belly surely being filled already. At 5 in the afternoon I noticed Ebony was trailing behind me. “Honey, what’s keeping you?” I asked. I turned and saw that she was clenching her thighs together briefly. It was clear that the soda was finally starting to affect even her mammoth bladder. I figured Ebony had to be at least 2 liters full in that region, and there was no way her bladder could hold much more! But she straightened up before I could say anything and flashed me another smile. “I am fine, baby! My latex is just becoming uncomfortable, so I had to adjust it. Surely that is ok?” “Of course baby,” I said, pretending to believe her lie. However, an hour later I wasn’t so sure if she was telling the truth or not. Despite walking all over the park, Ebony had made no comments about her bladder and had not stopped again or shown any signs of bursting. Ebony saw me staring and asked what the matter was. “I was going to ask you that!” I replied, “You have drank so much, I was expecting you to become fidgety, but it seems you really are immune to such needs!” My girlfriend’s face shone with pride as she told me, “Yes, see? I can control my needs as much as I want.” “I just hope you can keep controlling…the day is not over yet,” I muttered, but Ebony’s cheeriness would not be undone by my cynicism, “Oh no baby, I told you, that I don’t give in to such urges. I am fine and will continue to be fine.” We walked on. By 7 pm I noticed that Ebony’s legs were becoming restless every so often, despite what I presumed were her best efforts to stop them. I said nothing, waiting for nature to take its course. But Ebony continued to be strong, even with 19 hours of pee residing in her. We got dinner at the park (after I had to pee once more), ate (and by the way, during dinner Ebony finished her Monster Chugger a second time! Still with no breaks!), and walked around, enjoying each other’s company and being in love. At 10 pm the park was closing, and besides a slight increase in her fidgety legs, Ebony’s desperation had not increased at all. I was amazed that she could resist the urges for so long having drank so much. And she was still able to make conversation with me after 22 hours of holding! What a woman! We went to my car and while my plan was to take Ebony home, instead she suggested, “Why don’t you get us a hotel room instead? It’s much too late to drive for so long.” I couldn’t help but agree to her whims, but in my mind I was thinking. Did Ebony want to get a hotel room close by so that she could pee quickly when we reached it, rather than wait the 3 hour ride back to her place? Or perhaps did she want to hold longer, because I knew that while she hated using her own toilet, she hated any other toilet much much more! I was going to find out, as we pulled into a hotel parking lot and got checked in, reaching our room by 10:30 at night. Now my dark-skinned goddess shed her t-shirt and her jeans, standing in just her black latex catsuit for my viewing pleasure. And I saw that this was not an ordinary catsuit, but one with a corseted middle for even tighter restrictions! Ebony modeled for me for a few minutes, her legs shaking slightly, before she climbed onto the bed and we began to watch some late night TV. This continued until Ebony began to fidget with greater urgency, and at midnight she popped up from the bed and went into the bathroom. I was ready to hear the hiss of her pee in the bowl so that I could gloat about my victory, but none came to my ears. After 30 seconds I also left the bed to go check on her, and found my iron-bladdered girlfriend brushing her teeth with her legs crossed tightly and an expression of concentration on her face. Oh how she must have wanted to pee out her load, the inviting white bowl being right there in front of her! But she was not making a move towards it. After she finished Ebony turned to me, still with legs crossed hard. “Dear, I have to ask you now, are you convinced yet that I can hold as long as I want, fighting off any pressure that might come to me?” I saw through her words and looked at her sweaty face. The girl was desperate after hiding her needs all this time! Surely her bladder would burst if it didn’t get relief this instant. I could only imagine how it felt, having so much liquid inside but having it pressed together by the unforgiving corseted catsuit! She had resisted valiantly for 24 hours with loads of drinks, but now her fate was in my hands, and if I let up now, she’d assume this meant a victory for her. I couldn’t have that. She needed to lose her cocky attitude with her bladder and give up the game of holding herself. So I did what I had to do, “Honey, I thought you said you could resist as long as you wanted to. It’s been just 24 hours! Are you really ready to give up yet?” I saw nerves in her eyes, but there was no wavering in her voice as Ebony responded, “Oh, no, it’s crazy of you to think that. Of course I can hold longer if you need more proof! Just with the toilet so close I had a moment of weakness, but it will not happen again! My bladder will have to keep expanding and keep shut.” Having said her piece, Ebony walked with halting steps out of the hotel room’s bathroom and lay back on the bed. She went under the covers and made no move to remove her sweaty latex wears. The fact that she wanted to stay tightly enclosed in them even after the hold she had endured impressed me to no end, and I decided I needed to be more impressed. So I grabbed her empty Monster Chugger cup, filled it from the bathroom tap, and gave it to her. Ebony’s eyes went wide, but then she smiled and chugged down a good liter of it before turning over, inviting me into the covers, and falling asleep against my shoulder. I shut my eyes, and soon sleep took me as well. I awoke the next morning to the feeling of rustling in the covers. Rubbing my eyes, I discovered the reason for the noise was Ebony. She was awake, and evidently her bladder was giving her some problems, because she was moving her legs constantly under the covers. Ebony soon noticed my movement and exclaimed, “Oh, good! You’re awake, love! It’s 9 am, and as you can see I haven’t had any pee throughout the night!” I nodded, doing the math in my head. That meant 33 hours total since my girlfriend had felt any type of relief, and all the time she had been locked in that torturous latex catsuit. I looked at her and realized that she had announced that she was still dry to give me an opening to congratulate her and let her go and finally expel her hot load of piss. Her face was red and sweaty, and I could tell she was nearing her limits. Or at least, so I thought. So I replied to her, “Oh yes, baby, you’re doing great! Let’s see how today goes! Or do you need a relief now, with all the day still to come?” Ebony’s smile faltered for a second before she told me, “Oh, no, of course I can last longer. It’s just that this catsuit is starting to drive me crazy with its tightness. Also my morning pee urge is at its highest right now, as you can plainly see…” I nodded, “Yes, I can see that. It’s a good thing you can still easily hold off, huh?” I was goading her now, playing with her maniacal pride. “Erm…yes, of course baby. Easily…” Ebony said the last word with contempt, as if it was the thing causing her all this pain instead of the monstrous amount of pee she was attempting to contain. And not just attempting to contain, I had to remind myself, in awe of her abilities once more, but succeeding. “So, what were you thinking of doing today?” my girlfriend asked me with gritted teeth, trying to take her mind off of her predicament. “Well,” I answered, “First I’m going to take a shower. Then we can go out, get some food….oh, there is a soccer match playing at the arena today, perhaps we can go to that!” “Terrific.” Ebony nodded flatly. I smiled at her, feigning obliviousness to her condition, then went and took my shower. Though normally I love showering with my buxom girlfriend, today I didn’t even give her the offer, because I wanted her to remain trapped in her latex prison and I wanted her to continue to sweat under the tight clothes. She should feel no relief of any kind until she is willing to admit defeat. And not just admit it, but actually be defeated by the pee pounding the walls of her aching bladder. I finished my shower, also making sure to pee while in there, imagining how much the sound of running water was making her squirm, then dried, dressed, and went out to see Ebony at the door with our things packed, dressed now in a tight red top and a belted micro skirt over her catsuit. She was bent over and holding herself, but when she noticed I was entering the room she made a big effort to stop herself and stand, remaining motionless except for a twitch in her leg and the scrunched up effort of her face. “Shall…shall we go, then?” she asked me, her eyes looking passed mine and towards the toilet in the bathroom. “Yes, let’s get moving.” I replied sadistically. And so we left the hotel and headed to our car. It was 10 am, and my girlfriend was willingly leaving the hotel room and her last best chance at bladder relief despite a bladder throbbing with 34 hours of intense piss need. I drove us to a restaurant to get some breakfast, and Ebony choked down a couple glasses of orange juice with her meal, as I reminded her to stay hydrated while she wore such restricting clothing. “It is really no problem, you don’t have to remind me,” she tried to tell me, but I insisted it was for the best. We finished our meal, then realized we had time before the soccer match. I offered to take us to a nearby museum for some sightseeing, and Ebony was in no position to refuse such an offer. We reached the museum by noon and now I was once again shocked. I was sure that my strong-willed girlfriend was mere moments from wetting all over herself back at the hotel in the morning, but now here we were, back in public, and by some monumental effort Ebony was standing straight up, walking normally, and looking as if she didn’t have a care in the world, much less a ticking time bomb of a bladder that needed emptying in the worst way. I observed her for half an hour while pretending to look at artwork, then came up from behind her and put my arms around her abdomen, squeezing slightly as I did it. The effect was instantaneous. Ebony froze, her breath caught in her throat, and she nearly moved her legs across each other, but with sphincter strength alone she resisted any urges she had. The bladder I felt was more than rockhard, it was like feeling steel! My girlfriend was so powerful! “Do you not like my hugs darling?” I asked innocently. Her breathing was shallow, but her voice was firm as Ebony replied, “Oh no, honey, do what you want. Of course I am ok.” I couldn’t believe my ears, but I squeezed her tighter anyway. Besides a light groan Ebony fought off the increased pressure with no outward signs, an incredible feat for a girl holding over 36 hours! I let my hands leave her and began to roam the museum again, my head spinning. Perhaps she was telling the truth and really had no limit?!? I had to find out now. We walked around the museum until 3 pm, and Ebony managed to keep up her façade of normalcy even as sweat poured off her face from her efforts. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, but with a 39 hours full bladder Ebony was able to talk rationally about paintings while keeping her legs apart. I had made no mention of her incredible endurance, but as we finally began leaving for our soccer match, Ebony said, “See, I can behave normally even without toilets! Have I made my point?” I turned and regarded my girlfriend. Even though the latex catsuit was supposed to have no give at all with its tightness, her bladder had expanded so much that it was clearly bulging way outwards against the material, pushing her skirt waistband down nearly to crotch level. At this point I nearly gave in and admitted defeat, but before I could a stronger part of my brain reminded me of the task at hand, and I told her, “Oh darling, you are surely holding on well, but the soccer match is coming up and we can’t be late for it! I know it will be no problem for you to wait longer, right?” Annoyance showed on her pursed lips, but then Ebony said, “Yes of course I do not actually need relief before the match…..or after for that matter!” I smiled at her and we were on our way. We reached the stadium by 5 pm, bought our tickets, and made our way through the crowd to our seats. Ebony elected to sit and hold them while I got us food, so off I went. Deliberately I got her the largest size drink and filled it to the top with iced tea. When I returned I spied my girlfriend sitting rigidly upright, both hands in her lap, looking anything but the calm, cool, and collected girl she normally was. I knew her 41 hour bladder must be wreaking havoc on her body by now. But she was making no move to get up and find the nearest women’s restroom. I stared at her for a good five minutes, then made my presence known and came next to her with the food and drinks. Ebony looked surprised to see me back so soon and quickly tried to make her appearance more normal. She leaned back into her seat, causing her bladder to bulge almost comically upward from her abdomen, and the new position caused her to grunt and intake breath sharply. Her legs began to shake a little as I handed her the large beverage, but Ebony did not try to move back to her previous, more comfortable positon. “You…you know, baby, perhaps I do not need such a large drink. I am not that thirsty, you see.” Ebony began, clearly trying to figure out how to fit even more liquid into her heavily distended bladder. “Nonsense,” I replied sternly, “You need to drink all you can. Perhaps you are just weak and need a toilet to give you more room for it.” Ebony opened her mouth, closed it, thought for a moment, and then told me, “Fine, of course I am not a weak kid who needs to stop what they are doing or drink less because of my silly bladder. It’s crazy for you to even suggest it!” Without further complaint she began to drink down the iced tea, though I could see it plainly in her eyes that the new liquid was bothering her. We sat and made chit chat, though Ebony was now shifting around in her seat every so often, and finally the match started at 7 pm. Ebony really did love soccer, so she was able to somewhat take her mind off of her pressing urges to watch it with me, but at all times one hand remained firmly against her upper thighs. It was obvious that she was clenching her sphincter rhythmically every few minutes to keep control, and I knew that eventually even her iron sphincter muscle would tire. Then the flood would be set free and I would be the winner of this challenge. Halftime came and I noticed that Ebony’s drink was nearly empty, so I made a show of going to refill it for her, despite her efforts to tell me she did not need more. I returned just before the second half with the new drink, and Ebony managed a small and obviously fake smile at this. But she continued to drink and watch the soccer match, her feet slowly becoming intertwined until her legs were crossed firmly with 15 minutes of action left. Finally the match was over at 9 pm. I got up but Ebony did not follow. “Are you coming?” I asked as she sat, quivering in the chair. “Yes, of course, just give me a minute to…get more comfortable first.” She replied, trying to muster enough self-control to stand. I would have none of it. “Come on now, you’re a grown woman, let’s go.” I pulled her arm and forced her into a standing position, and instantly she let out a squeal and bent double, clutching between her legs. This was it! The moment I had been waiting for, surely her flood was about to be let loose! But then…nothing. Ebony huddled like that for maybe 10 seconds, teetering right on the edge, but then she regained her control enough to stand straightly and begin walking with me to the exit. I was in awe. As we walked through the stadium I noticed that Ebony was craning her neck and looking around a good bit. “Honey are you searching for a restroom? Come on they are of course all closed by now. Let’s just go back to our hotel room.” I suggested. “No…no…why would I be looking for that? I am a…a…grown woman after all. I do not need a bathroom.” Ebony replied, but her voice lacked conviction and her eyes continued to search. She was so desperate that she did not even realize I had told her we were going back to the hotel, where she would not want to pee, rather than to her apartment. We reached the hotel by 10 pm, and Ebony stumbled in, clutching at her bulging belly, now 46 hours full of pent up pee. She shed out of her skirt and top, remaining in just the latex catsuit and the damning corset attachment. The latex was now so tight across her abdomen that it looked as if it couldn’t move another millimeter. But my, what a bulge! It was fantastic now, as though Ebony was containing a bowling ball in her catsuit, rather than just a bowling ball-sized bladder. I shut the door to our room and while there was now nothing to do but get ready for bed, Ebony couldn’t help but keep walking and pacing to and fro. Her desperation seemed to be peaking with relief now so close at hand, and she was muttering to herself as she paced, hands clenched into fists at her sides, 46 hours of boiling pee begging to be set free. I spent another hour using the toilet, brushing my teeth, taking a shower, etc while she paced, growing more and more frantic by the minute. At 11 pm, finally Ebony came into the bathroom with me and said, “Please, baby, help me get out of this latex catsuit. It is too tight on me and I need to…I need….” I knew she wanted to tell me that she needed to pee, but still her ridiculous pride would not let her, even as she stood here bursting, mere moments from wetting all over her expensive catsuit. “Don’t be silly darling,” I told her, “I want you to stay sexy while you sleep next to me, so your catsuit should stay on at all times. I don’t think this should be a problem for you, especially since you can control yourself so well.” Ebony couldn’t believe I would still refuse her, but she was so desperate that she simply accepted this instead of arguing. As I came to bed my beautiful girlfriend was a hot sweaty mess, gyrating on the bed covers to maintain her scant control of her enormous bladder. I turned out the light and pretended to go to sleep, instead keeping one eye open so I could watch my prideful girlfriend fight her losing battle with her desperate, quivering bladder. Ebony stayed where she was for the first hour or so of the night, shaking with need. Then she moved to the foot of the bed and began bouncing on it with her legs clenched together and her hands wedged against her crotch. Around 2 am Ebony began pacing once more, but now it was even more frantic, as she was nearly running from one side of the room to the other and double crossing her legs at each end. Her bladder was refusing to calm down, instead amping up the pressure against her awesome sphincter in a bid to rid itself of the hurting piss inside it. I was by now incredibly tired, but also so turned on watching her display that I had no problem staying awake. At 4 am Ebony briefly seemed to go crazy with her need, ripping at her latex catsuit with her bare hands and trying in vain to loosen the sadistically tight corset. Nothing worked, as it was clear she’d need my help to escape her predicament. After that incident, I noted that Ebony was glancing more and more frequently at my “sleeping” form while she pee danced. It took me a moment, but I realized that she was now at her wit’s end. The only way out of this torture was to swallow her pride and ask me to undo the corset, remove the catsuit from her, and let her have access to the toilet. For nearly an hour she fought against her pride to ask me. Many times she would nearly open her mouth to shout to me, then close it and slam her fist into her leg in dismay before going back to fighting the waves of bladder urgency. I was more than impressed with her fighting spirit, but finally her willpower could take no more. At 5 am she dove into the bed and shook me awake. “Baby! Baby! Please, help me out of this latex trap! I can’t do it anymore! I need to pee!” The words were magic to my ears. I told her to turn around, and she did, legs jiggling madly. Her ass wobbled in such alluring fashion as her legs did their dance of desperation, and I made myself snap out of my trance before feigning undoing her corset. After ten seconds of faking it, I stopped and said to her, a gleam in my eye, “But darling, I seem to remember you telling me something. What was it?.....Oh yes, it was that if you asked me for a bathroom, I was to tell you no and to tell you that you should hold it longer.” Ebony snapped around, her eyes wide with fear, “Baby! You cannot be serious! Clearly I was just saying things, you should know that! I really need to pee now! It will come out on its own!” But I shook my head, “No love, I think you can keep waiting. After all it’s only been 53 hours. I know you can do better than that, being such a grown up adult woman.” Ebony looked at me like I was crazy. Her enormous bladder was filled to its bursting point, busting at the seams, and I was refusing her access to the toilet after more than 53 hours without it! I waited for the flood to start in earnest, but then Ebony shoved her hands into her crotch and yelled at me, “Fine! Damn you! Fine! I will try to wait!” From that moment onwards Ebony’s pee dancing increased tenfold. What I thought had been desperation was nothing compared to the show she began putting on now. She was going insane with her need to pee, her bladder bulging out to ridiculous degrees and me asking her to keep it that way. It was more than anyone could stand, but as the morning went on, she somehow continued to stand it and keep dry. Finally, at 10 am, I readied our things and told her that we would be leaving the room for our day. “What?!?” she screamed at me, “You want me to go out like this?! Are you crazy!?” Her legs were double crossed and she seemed to be trying to triple cross them, and her bladder was jutting out even an inch or two further than it had been. But she was in no position to argue, and so we left the hotel room, her cursing me every step of the way. Once in the car, Ebony had to rifle her legs up and down to stay in charge of her 58 hours bladder. “Where are we going??” she nearly spat at me. “Now honey,” I began, “That’s not a very nice way to ask…” “Fuck you! Just tell me already! I’m dying to have a pee and I don’t care if it’s rude! You keeping me from the bathroom after nearly 60 hours is rude!” She returned fire, and I couldn’t help but agree with her logic, so I told her, “We are going on an all day cruise down at the waterfront. I thought you’d like to see the water today.” Just the thought of water doubled the intensity of Ebony’s bladder spasms, and I actually feared my car seat would become wet as I drove us to the ship. But Ebony’s iron control still would not be broken, and by noon we reached the place, her holding her bladder in control now for 60 hours. We boarded the ship after paying for tickets and smiled at all the crew, some of whom wanted to help my girlfriend, who by now couldn’t help but walk funny in public. I knew she was near her limits, but I refused her the help, explaining that she was just tired. As soon as we passed them and were on our own, Ebony bent cross-legged and hissed, “Dammit, please find me a bathroom on this bloody ship! I will lose it all!” Again I calmly reminded her of the promise she made to keep holding even after she begged for a toilet, and she cried out in rage and despair before going back to trying to rip the latex bodysuit right off of her sweating form. The bladder bulge on her was insane and she could barely stand up straight from the size and weight of it, so I knew these were desperate times. But I made sure to offer no assistance and wait for her to tire herself out with the unforgiving latex. Eventually she gave up her fight with the material when more shipgoers entered our view. “I am at my limits! Damn you, I will lose all control!” Ebony told me as we continued to stroll along the top deck of the ship. The ship left port at 1 pm and Ebony had to clutch her abdomen as new urges ripped through her due to the movement. Her bladder was swelled absolutely massively. I suggested we stand next to another couple by the railing and watch the water. Ebony protested, but I dragged her along and she was more than preoccupied with keeping her awesome flood contained. At the sight of the water Ebony tried to maintain what little composure she still possessed, but rocking legs soon turned to crossed legs, which became one hand near her crotch, and then, despite being in full view of the other couple, Ebony sat down against the railing and drove both hands deep into the crotch of her latex catsuit, trying not to wail from the pressure. I thought for sure she would lose control now, but still nothing. Her sphincter was passing limits previously untouched. After five minutes of her laying there while the other couple looked on in shock, Ebony managed to reach her feet and we slowly walked away, into the dining cabin of the ship. We got our food for lunch and I made Ebony drink two glasses of water despite her embattled protests. “Don’t you understand?! I am full! Totally full! This has nowhere to go!” She yelled at me, but I quieted her down and made her finish it. She kept complaining throughout the meal and when we were done, it was 2 pm and I was tired of it. “Ok, come on now, if it really hurts that much, then take a pee right here, right in your latex wears!” At the mention of relief, Ebony bent double to keep her sphincter tightly locked down. “No…I pee only in the toilet, and only when I must.” She finally replied to me, still bent double and clutching her watermelon of a bladder. “Then I’m sorry baby, but your pride is the only thing keeping you from an empty bladder now. You can go if it’s not in a toilet.” This seemed to drive Ebony’s bladder spasms into overdrive, but as she sunk to the floor once more she was breathing in and out rapidly, “No, I will control….I will control…No, I will control…only a toilet…” After 62 hours and still no pee, we left the dining cabin and went to our own personal cabin below the deck. Ebony was tired so I allowed her to rest, and after getting no sleep the night previous she lay down and was instantly out, even with her beach ball bladder jutting precariously out of her, threatening to flood the room in dark yellow piss. I then also realized how tired I was from staying up all night to watch her desperation show, and even the sight of her mammoth bladder couldn’t keep me awake. I lay down next to her and we slept soundly. We awoke to the tooting of the ship’s horn. “Oh my! How long did we sleep?! We must have returned to port for the night! Come on, we must leave quickly.” I said, rising and reaching the door in seconds. I checked my watch and saw it was now 8 pm. Ebony did not follow. “Give me some time, baby, my bladder is cramping so badly now!” The girl was laying on her back to give her bladder maximum room against its latex prison, but it was clear it was still being squashed to a great degree. “No time! If we stay down here the ship will leave again and we will be trapped on it until the next time it makes port! It could be days more away!” Now I knew for a fact that this ship was not leaving again until the next morning, because I had read the ship’s schedule posted in the dining hall while Ebony was fighting her desperation, but my girlfriend knew no better than to trust me, and the threat of spending more untold hours with no chance of relief was too much for her to bear. As fast as she could manage, Ebony rose from the cot, put both hands under her bulging abdomen to steady her bladder, and followed me with hobbling steps. We were the last passengers off the boat and went to our car. Ebony had lasted through part of the day with her nap, but I knew now how to beat her bladder once and for all. The constant suggestions of relief had driven her closer and closer to the edge, so now I threw down the ultimate gauntlet. “Baby, I am tired after these days together. What say we go to your apartment and rest?” How could she possibly resist her own personal toilet bowl?? Ebony was ecstatic to hear this from me, as I knew she would be, and though she was still unbelievably desperate and in pain from her throbbing bladder, adrenaline had to be pumping through her veins at the thought of finally reaching her home, and maybe reaching it dryly! We set off and made it after a two hour journey. 70 hours Ebony had resisted her feminine urges for relief, despite all manner of hell endured from her bladder. It was strained to the max, and even getting in the door proved no easy task with such a large load of pee being contained. We entered her apartment and Ebony was now frantic. She was so close to relief, but lasting the day after thinking she would lose it the whole time had given her even more pride. With quivering legs my girlfriend avoided the toilet and set about making us some tea. Her resolve was unmatched, but I could see her tight bum clenching every second in its latex trap and her bladder was also quivering even more than her legs! It was clear that she was at her critical max capacity. She sat with me and had to lean all the way back to even give her bladder room, because even the slightest extra pressure at this stage would end the hold. Ebony babbled on from time to time, trying to make small talk while every single fiber of her body was telling her to stop this silly game and pee! Her toilet was in the next room! Just pee! But Ebony managed for a whole hour to talk with me about this and that while sipping her tea. At 11 pm, with 71 hours since her latest loo visit, the tea hit Ebony’s bladder with awful consequences. Her bladder, already cramping every couple of seconds for the whole day, now revamped its efforts to expel the massive load of piss, cramping with unwavering urgency every second! Ebony groaned at the pain, tried to fight it off longer, but with tears in her eyes her conversation with me slowly ground to a halt, until she was focused on nothing but maintaining control over the liters of pee inside her. She struggled, eyeing the door to the bathroom but trying not to give in, a sweaty mess at the end of her capabilities. Ebony got up, walked with halting steps to the door, stopped at the doorway, turned, groaned again, and returned to sit by me, still unrelieved. It was clear she could keep this up no longer, but that resolve was incredible! What a woman, after all she had endured! Then she asked me quietly after another minute of pure, unrelenting desperation, “Baby, may I please go and use that toilet? I need it, I assure you I do.” I saw that she was on her last powers now, and after watching her suffer for so long I finally relented and said, “Yes baby, you may go.” Ebony nearly squealed with joy and raced into the bathroom, but I heard no peeing sounds. After a minute she called for me to enter, and I did. There she was, a total sweaty mess, still clad in that damn latex catsuit, looking at the bowl ravenously but unable to use it even now! “Honey, please, I need help with my catsuit! Get the latex off for me!” she moaned in despair, yanking in vain at the seemingly indestructible suit. But to her dismay, I refused her request. This was my last gambit in this game. I told her, “Baby, you are a grown woman and you wore that catsuit knowing the consequences. Surely you don’t need anyone’s help with it, especially a man’s. I said you can pee in the toilet, but you have to take off the latex catsuit yourself.” Ebony howled and began trying to tear the suit once more. It was now way too tight to take off any other way thanks to the all-encompassing size of her bladder. Her sphincter of steel was clenching over and over to keep the flood in, but now it was too weak to maintain such control. Ebony could feel herself losing her load, finally, and redoubled her manic efforts on the catsuit, but it was no use. With a mighty cry she managed to make a tear in the neckline of the latex, something I thought was totally impossible, but by putting so much energy into the task, there was not enough energy left in her body after over 71 hours to continue the fight with her enormous bladder. Ebony did not scream out as I expected to when her piss finally burst from her. She sat on the toilet seat, still in the cruel latex, and sighed. I could hear the incredible hissing sound through her catsuit, and I can tell you the pee pressure was unreal! How she had managed so long I will not know. After a minute the patter had no signs of slowing down, but now her catsuit was filling up! She motioned to me and now I graciously took the tear that she had started at the top of the suit and ripped it all down through her front. The latex had been stretched so thin on her that it was easier than I expected after the first tear was made. Piss gushed out of the suit and onto the floor, and more followed from her now exposed pussy, flowing out of her like a river. Ebony was beside herself in pleasure, so happy to be free from her torments. I found myself getting very horny at the sight of her in such ecstasy and sat on top of her, making out with her while she continued to pee unabated. The flow was so constant that I don’t even know when it stopped, surely many more minutes had passed, because I just got used to the sound always being there while I kissed my exhausted, sweating girlfriend. Eventually we got up, and I went and got a mop to clean up the bathroom. I chided Ebony good-naturedly about the mess she’d made, and she replied, “Well, yes, I made a mess, but it was three days I’d gone without any pee! Surely you can understand it!” I paused, almost deciding to let the comment go, but then I spoke up, “But honey, it wasn’t 3 full days you made without a pee break. You lasted 71 hours and some minutes. 3 days is still beyond your reach.” My prideful girlfriend couldn’t leave it alone, and she bristled, “Alright, fine, so I didn’t make 3 days this time, but I will! I will only go once every three days at all times if it makes you shut up about it!” My prideful girlfriend was back, and I finally realized that I didn’t really mind her holding habit.
  7. So I posted a brief message on Live Omorashi about what happened last night...I think it was, can't keep track of my days anymore! This story I feel like it more of a random, quick experience but wanted to share! So anyways just thought I would fill you all in on what happened and how it led up to that :) I was one the 40 minute bus ride home. I had been working a 7 hour shift and hadn't peed since the very beginning of that shift. I had a medium sized soda and a large chai tea latte a coworker got for me. We got off later in the evening going into the night since it was closing. My manager set the alarm just as I said I got everything....and just about to say hold on I need to pee.....and then I had no choice but to get out of the store so I wouldn't set off the alarm!! I squimed a little to the side and then just walked on to exit the front doors as if nothing was wrong. I didn't tell my manager as I didn't feel like sharing it with her. Was just ready to go home. And I honestly did think about if it would be better if she drove me home(given that I ask her for a ride) or to take the bus. I decided I rather pee myself on the bus rather than in her car which is a given! So when we left the store we went our separate ways and I walked briskly to the bus stop. I had to wait for 15 minutes. It was getting a little painful and nobody was out there so I did my pee pee dance, held myself, sat and bent over to try to calm myself and whatever I else I felt like doing, except peeing. I was excited about this honestly!! I was in public and desperate yet it was getting late so nobody was around :) And if I really had to yes i could pee right there. But I wanted a extremely desperate situation and not to be a pansy about it haha. The bus showed up, I paid and sat down in the middle section of the bus. As I sat I could feel all my organs just press firmly on my rock hard bladder. I just thought "ok....if you need to pee you can pee on these seats. They'll absorb it...." But I wanted to take on this challenge and have fun with it. A few bus stops after I got on there was a crowd of people who got on the bus as well!! I was kind of weirded out by it. They were younger, about my age probably and a tiny bit tipsy. This one guy sat in front of me and tried to make conversations. I just sat there in agony, trying to discretely hold myself with my purse on my lap. All I could think was "oh gosh....just shut up!!! don't ruin this glorious moment for me...." Half way through the 40 minute ride I was almost certain I was not going to make this. So I took my shoe off my foot and sat on my heel. The guy who wouldn't give up trying to talk to me more asked why I sat like that. I just told him it feels good and he kind of laughed and finally started leaving me alone. When there was about 10 minutes left of the trip I started leaking. I was dripping, spurting, spraying, you name it. And that seat on the bus was starting to get a tiny bit damp. I was enjoying this hold though. So intriguing just to think about! But I felt so fat as my bladder bulge was HUGE and getting bigger, or at least it felt like it... FINALLY my stop came and I got off, carefully getting up to get off the bus as I was bursting at the moment. I knew that there was a soccer field up ahead. Matter of fact a hill that led down to the soccer field!! I just told myself "ok, you've just got 3 short end blocks of the neighborhood to walk and then you can go!" I hobbled on down those 3 short blocks while holding myself the whole way there. When I got to the hill side I couldn't wait any longer. It was already happening as I was peeing down my leg some in sporadic spurts that started becoming more and more regular. I sat down right away on that hill and let it flow. I was wearing black shorts so it didn't matter. I could just feel the pee drenching my shorts, completely overly saturating them. The release was unbelievable. I was in this euphoric as it was all bursting out of me! I could even see a defined stream shooting out from me for the first 30 seconds at least! I probably peed for nearly 2 minutes honestly!!! I had been holding that all day and was so glad I found relief ;D & I had 15 minutes left of walking in the early night heat for my shorts to dry out, which they did for the most part.
  8. Hi, so, you may or not have seen me around and if you have checked my profile you might know that I didn't want to post any drawings because I didn't want to use the characters I had already created (which are intended for comedy and action at some point in the future), the simple solution I came with is to create more characters specifically made for this site and fetish, so don't expect them being mentioned or shown in my other drawing place (https://www.deviantart.com/bombality). So, that being said, my original idea was to present those characters and and end the post with an example of how I was going to be using them but I can't seem to get that example to feel right, so I've decided to show the example first and get feedback on what may be wrong. In case the idea is not clear it's supposed to be a girl about to wet herself, she is not pregnant, that's her bladder bulging making her look like that. Since I already switched the order I was going to do things my next post in this topic will depend on the answers I get (I might even delete it if I get none), also feel free to ask any questions.
  9. I've been gone for a little while and have delayed some other request but I'll be getting back on them soon! I haven't been completely inactive in terms of art, but drawing the comics was draining while also going to summer school for art. I decided to make this thread (Not for requests, yet) to post stuff I work on outside of my comics thats omorashi/lewd related. First one is a bit of an experimental gif I drew for the same OC I use for most of my comics (2 of 3, not very impressive). In the future I might transition my comic posts to this one since the title of my original thread is misleading, but for now it'll be used for the purpose stated above. If anyone who requested a comic from me sees this feel free to pester me on discord (Gabbr#0080) or in my inbox on this site! I left off in the middle of making a comic, and you know who you are and I'm sorry about that. I'll be getting back on it soon. For now please enjoy the brief gif!
  10. About this - This story is a sequel to Uncomfortable Decisions. Give that a read if you haven't already! If you're short on time though, this story should make sense as a standalone. Even though it continues exactly where the previous one ended, I have kept the references to a minimum ? ----------------------------------------------- While Mary was contemplating the pleasures of a long denied wee, her smart watch beeped to let her know Josh would be there to pick her up in 15minutes.Well, she certainly didn't want her boyfriend to enter that labyrinth of a parking lot. It would take them forever to get in and out in this Friday evening crowd. She had told him she'll meet him outside if she could. Dammit. She still had to get rid of her "coffee". She was cutting this close.Cursing silently she willed her flow to stop. She felt empty, but pee was still trickling out of her poor over tired bladder. After another 30s or so, she just cut it off and started wiping. As much as she wanted to finish this properly, she wanted to meet her boyfriend before he entered that lot and they were stuck forever. And, if she was honest, the thought of keeping a full bladder under control, again, was not unexciting. They were planning to stop for food soon anyway, she could finish up there. Or not. "We'll see how it goes", she murmured to herself while buttoning her jeans back, without any trouble this time. She hurriedly washed her hands and left to dispose her trash......Josh was hoping Mary wouldn't be waiting for him on the road. See, the thing is, when he was leaving office, the gents was closed for cleaning. He didn't really need to pee, not too bad anyway, so he left without bothering to wait. (I mean, since when do grown men queue outside toilets?)But now that he thought back to it, he hadn't peed since his lunch break. Which was at 1. And it was nearly 5 now; between his regular diet sodas, coffee and waters, he probably had about a litre and half of liquids sloshing inside him. He still wasn't desperate or anything, he could control his needs as long as he needed to, thank you very much. But a pee would have been damn nice. Like stretching to your full height after being cramped in an economy class flight seat for hours.He was hoping he could use the toilets in Mary's office or reception. In fact, he was positively looking forward to it. No, he didn't need to pee per se, he could wait until convenient, he was an adult with a large bladder capacity. But he really really would have liked to.Which is why he had to stifle a groan when he saw Mary standing beside the road, ready to go. He pressed his thighs together as he lent over to open the passenger door. Oh well, they would stop for food soon - that'll have to do. He wished he wasn't driving - keeping his thighs together and crossing his ankles felt nice. But he was a full grown adult - he wasn't a slave to his bladder. The situation was under control; they'll be in the cafe in no time at all. He'll be just fine. He kissed Mary hello and started driving while keeping his thighs as close together as possible. His bladder protested the further wait by pounding within his abdomen, but he refused to give in and ask Mary to drive. He was in control, not his bladder. As they fell in to an easy conversation, he managed to almost forget the building pressure against his pee-hole. ---------------------------------------------- Author's Note - I know this chapter is short, and contains no desperation. It'll get better, I promise ? But I wanted to put something out there - it is too easy to procrastinate with writing unless I have something out here, and getting feedback ...
  11. Dear collegues, May I ask for help. There is a new vide on jade-net with bulging bladders. see picture attached. But I can not purchase it from Russia. For some reasons my two credit cards are not accepted. Could somebody help please download it and share it for us. Thanks a lot in advance. Alexey from Moscow
  12. hi, there is another bladder bulging video. OHOJHI-73 Could you please download it. https://www.jade-net-home.com/products/106751
  13. Hey all, here's a new story! It's on Kindle here - http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B019OVO90M?*Version*=1&*entries*=0 And the rest of my Kindle stuff - http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1?url=search-alias%3Ddigital-text&field-keywords=holditin I met Pauline in college and we had fallen for each other quickly. One thing I had come to notice about my girlfriend was that she had no trouble putting off her bathroom visits, even when it had been hours since she’d gone last. Pauline insisted to me that she didn’t have a fetish for holding, but added “With my capacity, needing to find a bathroom is never an issue.” It was during a road trip to the beach just after college that I saw her capacity truly tested for the first time. I’d picked her up in my car at her apartment at 9 am. “Ready?” I asked her as she threw a suitcase into the back seat. “Yup, yup,” Pauline replied with a smile, “Got up, took my morning piss at 7, ate some cereal, glass of OJ, cup of coffee, finished packing, I’m ready to go!” One thing about Pauline was that she was certainly not shy about talking about pee, even though she had no fetish for it. “Then let’s hit the road!” I said enthusiastically, and off we went. Almost immediately Pauline popped out a bottle of water from her shoulder bag and began to drink from it. “Thirsty, are we?” I asked with a smile, and Pauline smiled back and nodded. After an hour the bottle was all gone, and I would suspect that a normal person would have been considering pulling over for a bathroom break, as Pauline was now laden with her morning orange juice, her diuretic coffee, and a full bottle of water. Of course I considered this was basically nothing for Pauline, but just then she piped up, “Hey, can we make a pit stop?” I was rather surprised, but agreed. When we pulled in I saw the reason for the stop – this rest area contained a Starbucks. There were few things Pauline loved more than sucking down a Starbucks coffee or ten, and she promptly stood in line at the Starbucks while I used the restrooms, just to be safe. We met up back at my car with Pauline carrying not one, but two coffees of their largest size. “Thanks babe, but you know I don’t like coffee,” I said with a blush, but my girlfriend replied, “Oh I know dear! I got greedy is all. One for now, one for the road!” She set one cup down in the car’s cup holder and began working on the second coffee before she was even fully seated. By 11 am Pauline had finished the first large coffee, and soon after I detected the first hint of a bladder bulge forming in her midriff. She’d chosen a pair of tight jeans shorts that rode low on her hips and a midriff-baring short white cami for our journey, a fact that I had most certainly noticed. She began nursing the second Starbucks coffee, but more slowly, as it seemed her stomach had filled up with liquid. At noon we stopped for lunch, and Pauline had only drunk a quarter of her Starbucks coffee. She didn’t get out of the car when I did, so I gave her a quizzical look, to which she replied, “Oh, honey, just give me a minute. My coffee will be cold by the time we get back to the car! Here, let me just finish it off now.” Before I could respond Pauline had taken her coffee in one hand and tipped it into her waiting mouth, and thirty seconds after that she tipped back the cup, totally empty. She was breathing a little heavily from the chug and wiped a stray drop of Starbucks coffee from her lips as we went into the rest area. For lunch we had soup and sandwiches, and with it Pauline ordered a large soda. I was very impressed that she chose such a giant beverage after just recently chugging down her coffee, and apparently her stomach was still a bit bloated with liquids, because it took her nearly an hour to down the drink, even though we’d finished our meals long before. As she finished the last sip, I checked my watch. “We really should get going if we’re going to stay ahead of the traffic.” I said, just as Pauline asked, “Hey, do you think there’s a washroom in this place? I’ve had a lot to drink.” We both paused awkwardly, both from interrupting each other and from each having separate, conflicting ideas about our next course of action. With slight exasperation, I asked, “Baby, do you really need to go? We should have been back on the road half an hour ago.” To this Pauline laughed and flashed her perfect smile, brushing back her golden hair as she responded, “Oh, no, it’s no problem. I was just gonna go since it was convenient. I can wait easily.” “Ok, good!” I said jovially, rising with Pauline to leave, and to my surprise she actually took my hand and led me out of the rest area and back to the car. You didn’t have to beg this girl to skip a bathroom break - that was for sure. We drove off and managed to make good time for another two hours, but by 3 pm I could no longer ignore the nagging of my bladder. “I need to make a pit stop,” I told Pauline, grasping my crotch for effect. “Sounds good. I could do with a bathroom break as well.” Pauline told me, though by looking at her she seemed as calm and composed as ever. Still, she’d been holding for 8 hours and had drunk an ungodly amount of liquid, and I saw her bladder bulging distinctly over her tight jeans shorts, so I knew she had some serious pressure built up. We entered the rest stop and immediately found the toilets. I hurried into the gents while Pauline calmly walked into the ladies. After my one minute piss, long by my standards, I exited and was surprised to see Pauline standing outside waiting for me, sipping from a bottle of fruit juice. “That was quick!” I mentioned as we got back into the car. “Oh, I didn’t get to go. There was only one toilet and it was out of order, so I just got my fruit juice instead.” Pauline hadn’t been to the bathroom for just over 8 hours now, so I asked, “Are you going to be ok waiting until the next rest stop?” She brushed away my concern instantly, “Oh, it’s not a problem. You really don’t have to look out for the next rest stop. I’ll just hold it.” I knew she’d told me not to keep my eyes peeled for the next rest area, and truth be told Pauline was still showing absolutely no signs of actually needing a loo, but nevertheless I craned my neck looking for signs for the next turn off from the highway for her sake. 15 minutes later it came and I pulled back off the highway. I was sure that Pauline would be appreciative, but instead she regarded me quizzically, “Why are we pulling over, baby? We just stopped!” “But…I thought…don’t you need to use the bathroom?” I stammered, unsure of myself. “I told you, I’m fine. Really it’s no problem for me to wait. Let’s just get back on the road and get to our motel,” she said definitively. I paused to make sure she was serious, but when she didn’t continue, I shrugged, pulled out of the rest area, and went back to the highway. I tried to speed along a little faster than I would normally drive, all the while Pauline was sipping at her fruit juice without a care in the world. Sometimes her legs were lightly, casually crossed, other times she was sitting with them apart. Never did she seem even the least bit distressed, even though it had been hours since she’d used a bathroom and she’d drunk a very large amount, even by her standards. As much as I enjoyed her filling up without letting go, I didn’t want her to be uncomfortable against her will or anything. By 6 pm we’d finally reached our motel, 11 hours since Pauline had felt any relief. I was confident she would sprint from the car to the room to use the toilet, but she followed me calmly to the front desk to check in, then entered the room after me and laid down on the bed, stretching her legs. I gave her a few minutes to change her mind, then rushed to use the bathroom myself when she didn’t. When I exited the bathroom, Pauline was half-nude, because she was changing into a tight, sleek black dress! “I thought maybe we could go somewhere nice for dinner,” she said as she pulled on the dress. I noticed that it was taking her a little longer than usual to slip it on, which was because it was having to slip over a very protruding bladder bulge. Pauline didn’t seem to realize this, however, as I contemplated the idea that she still wasn’t desperate to pee. We were ready to leave at 6:30, and Pauline still made no move to the bathroom. “Do you want to take a pee before we leave?” I asked. “Good thinking!” Pauline said enthusiastically, but then as she turned to walk to the bathroom, she paused, “But we’re already ready to go. No sense in holding us up any longer. I’ll just keep my pee inside for now.” “Are you sure?” I asked again, dumbfounded. “Yeah, yeah, it’s fine. I don’t have to go that badly. C’mon, let’s go get some food!” Pauline was resolute, so off we went. We found a nice little restaurant with an oceanside view and thankfully the service was quick. We had our food by 7. Pauline wasted no time working on her large Coke, despite a 12 hours full bladder that she was keeping contained. I looked under the table midway through our meal and saw that she hadn’t even crossed her legs yet. My girl had emptied her glass by 7:15 and requested a refill from our server, and I figured that would be the liquid that broke the camel bladder’s back. She couldn’t possibly get fuller, could she? We were done with our meals by quarter to 8, and Pauline’s refilled Coke had also been drained dry. We got up and I caught Pauline rubbing her abdomen, which was now bulging up to her belly button. “Oh man, that restroom is calling my name,” she said with a snicker, pointing to a sign for the ladies’ room of the restaurant, but my girlfriend made no move to follow to where it led. “Do you want me to wait here while you go?” I asked, but she replied, in typical Pauline fashion, “Oh no, I don’t want to try and find it in this busy place. I’ll just have to cork it up! It’s really no trouble. I’m good at that sort of thing.” ‘Good isn’t the half of it,’ I thought, but I just smiled and nodded, and we went on our way. We walked along as the sky darkened, seeing if anything interested us, but alas, most of the shops were beginning to wind down and close for the evening. Just as we were prepared to turn back Pauline spotted a movie theater. “How bout we catch a flick?” she suggested, and I agreed. By 8 we were in our seats, both clutching small popcorns and medium fountain drinks, and by 8:15 the movie had finally started. As Pauline sucked away on her beverage, I noticed with something like awe that she still wasn’t showing any signs of desperation. Her bladder was just bloating up under her dress, but she was paying it no mind at all, engrossed in the movie. However, I couldn’t say the same for my own bladder, which started nagging me as soon as I drained the last from my soda, so midway through the movie I motioned to Pauline that I was going to take a leak. She rolled her eyes at me playfully and whispered that I should go before I had an accident in that case. I went, of course Pauline did not do the same, and I returned to my girlfriend as calm as ever, just finishing the last of her fountain drink. The movie finished up by 10 and we left the theater. I pointed out the location of the restrooms to Pauline, but she waved her hand and said, “Oh, no sense going here. I can wait until we’re back at the motel.” I didn’t doubt it. We returned to our room by 10:30, but as soon as we entered I could tell something was amiss. Pauline walked calmly to the bathroom to finally relieve herself, then I heard a “What the hell?” come from her. I followed her in and saw that our toilet, pristine and functional only some hours before, was now overflowing with water. It didn’t appear particularly dirty, but it certainly wasn’t usable. While Pauline stood there in annoyance, I decided to try getting our room switched. But when I went to the front desk, the attendant told me there was nothing he could do. “Yeah, I know your toilet isn’t working. There isn’t one in any room that is. We had a main water line burst. It’s getting fixed in the morning, but it’s out of my hands for now. I can comp your room for the night if you’d like, but even if it was just yours, we’re booked solid for the night. I’d have nowhere to move you to.” I sighed and agreed to his offer of the free room, then went back to the room to tell Pauline the bad news. “We can go somewhere else and find a different room with the money,” I offered, but she regarded me like I was crazy. “No, no, let’s save the money. A free room and all I have to do is not pee? I’m in every time. That’s never a problem.” I thanked my lucky stars that I’d gone at the theater so that I could hold on, but I knew that Pauline had not been afforded that luxury. In fact, as the clock struck 11, she had been without a toilet for 16 hours, despite trying to go on many occasions. With this knowledge, I asked, “Are you sure? I know you haven’t gone all day, not since this morning before we left.” “I’ve got strong muscles down there. And I have a large bladder, so I might as well put it to good use, right? Waiting’s never been a problem for me.” Pauline was resolute, and still showing no signs of needing to take a pee besides her inflated bladder region, so I shrugged for what seemed like the hundredth time today, and together we settled down on the bed to go to sleep. We awoke together the next morning. Pauline got up and I saw just how large her bladder had become. It looked as if another liter had been added to its capacity over the night, such was its distension. Pauline walked sleepily to the bathroom, but exited a few seconds later. “I forgot it was still broken,” she said with a yawn. “You must need it badly by now. We can get a move on quickly and find somewhere for you to go!” I said, throwing off the sheets. “Oh, honey, I appreciate it. But you don’t have to do that. It’s not that pressing.” Pauline told me, which I could scarcely believe. I checked my watch – 8 am – which meant that poor Pauline had been holding in her pee in her rockhard bladder for 25 hours now! And still she was not begging for a toilet like any other girl, but insisting that she could wait longer still. I was in awe, but still made a point to get dressed with haste. Not that it mattered, of course, as Pauline lazily dressed in her rather daring bikini before throwing a top and some yoga shorts over it. We left the motel by 9 and headed down to the beach. As we spread out our towel on the sand, Pauline glimpsed the water and said, “My, that ocean’s looking miiighty tempting right about now,” rubbing her bulging abdomen as she spoke. For a moment it didn’t register to me, but then I understood. But Pauline couldn’t really be considering wetting in the ocean after waiting so long just to use a toilet, could she?? I reasoned with myself that a girl holding a 26 hour bladder would consider most anything to rid herself of such a vast, heavy amount of urine, but then Pauline caught my gaze and continued, “Gosh, I’m only kidding! Get a sense of humor. I only pee in toilets, you know.” “If you ever pee, that is,” I couldn’t help but add with a grin. “Oh, don’t you worry about that. I’m building up quite the gusher in here,” Pauline bragged, rubbing her distended bladder. With that, she stripped down to her skimpy green bikini and raced me to the ocean, moving pretty well for someone with a near watermelon-sized bladder. The two of us frolicked in the water until noon, and Pauline showed no added signs of the water making her want to pee. Her bladder was like a vault on lockdown. When we exited the water, it was time to get some food. Neither of us had eaten breakfast, so we were fairly starved. Clad in only our swimsuits, we entered the nearest restaurant and ordered our meals. Pauline ordered a large drink to go on top of her 29 hour bladder. I couldn’t help but comment, “Are you sure it’s smart to get that considering your…predicament?” Pauline raised her eyebrows briefly, then understood what I was getting at, “Oh, honey, it’s no predicament. Besides, I’ll just go after we finish eating.” Her calmness was mesmerizing to me, as my girlfriend continued showing no signs of desperation while sucking down her large drink, on top of everything else she’d already consumed as well. It was just before 1 when we finally finished our meal, and as she’d promised, Pauline left the table to find a bathroom. “Let’s hope they’ve got one!” she giggled. However, while we were engrossed in our meal, unbeknownst to us, swimmers from all parts of the beach had come in and filled up the restaurant. Pauline returned only a minute later, making her way through the crowded aisleway. “The line for the women’s room stretches nearly to the door. Looks like this girl’s gonna have to hold it.” she told me. “We can look for another restroom for you dear. I’m sure it won’t be too much trouble to find one.” I responded as I got up from my seat. “Are you kidding?? And waste time we could be spending on the beach?? No thanks. I’ll just put my waiting prowess to good use.” Pauline told me resolutely, and with that, we returned to the sandy shores. The two of us played in the waves for another few hours, and Pauline’s skimpy bikini bottoms rode up her ass so far that it was like she was wearing a tiny thong. Not that I minded, of course, and I made sure not to say anything to the seemingly oblivious Pauline. And that wasn’t the only thing she was oblivious of. With well over 30 hours since her bladder had been emptied, Pauline was still behaving normally with me, even moving normally, despite the large lump resting in her abdomen. At 4 pm, 33 hours into her hold, we returned to our towels to rest and relax a little, and maybe even catch a few rays. Pauline laid down flat on her back on her towel and I heard her groan softly. “What’s wrong, baby?” I asked with concern. “Oh, no reason to panic. I guess my bladder is so full that it stretches my skin pretty taut in this position.” My eyes widened as I saw just how full her bladder appeared when she was lying on her back. It was a gargantuan mound protruding up from her lower abs, and the roundness peaked nearly at her belly button and continued a full inch above her belly button. “Baby, we can find you a bathroom if it’s making you that uncomfortable.” I said. “Don’t worry, dear,” Pauline told me, “It’s just the nerves on my skin that were bugging me. My pee is contained without problem.” “How much longer can you keep it so?” I wondered out loud. “As long as I have to. I can wait until it is convenient to go.” She replied without fail. We laid in the sun for a full hour before deciding to head back to the boardwalk. Pauline pulled her yoga shorts back on over her bikini and found that they were unforgivingly tight around her bulbous bladder bulge. “Oh man! There’s some extra pressure I didn’t need!” she told me with a grin, while I marveled at the fact that she said this while still not even fidgeting. We walked around and looked in some shops, then Pauline started complaining of a thirst, so I filled that need for her by buying her an extra large lemonade from a nearby stand. “An extra large, how sweet! That bulge down there may disagree with me, but it’ll just have to stretch some more.” Pauline said when I handed the drink to her. “You’re not maxed out yet??” I asked incredulously. “Haha I’m getting there, that’s for sure. This lemonade will be speeding the process up a good deal! The next toilet I see better watch out!” Pauline replied. “Why’s that?” I asked, playing dumb. Pauline didn’t skip a beat, “Because the highly pressurized jet of piss I send into it, after this lemonade adds itself to the load I’m holding, may just crack the bowl in two!” “Is it really getting bad? You don’t show it at all.” I stated. “Well I’m certainly not holding a few drops! But I’m used to it, so it doesn’t bother me. Those daily Kegels come in handy at times like this.” Pauline told me. By 7 pm I was getting hungry, so I suggested finding a restaurant for dinner and Pauline agreed. Her lemonade was finished, and the bulge in her abdomen was now astonishing in its size. We picked out a sitdown burger joint and settled into our booth seating. Before she sat, Pauline grimaced, then pulled her yoga shorts down her legs and off completely. She sat clad in only her bikini as we ordered our food. I asked her why she removed the shorts, and she replied, “They were cutting into my bladder something fierce! That lemonade really bulged me out! A bathroom trip would feel sooo good right about now.” “Do you want to find a bathroom now?” I asked. “No, no, after we eat. I don’t want my food to get cold if they bring it while I’m wetting away. I’ve filled up so much that it’s gonna take a while to empty out!” Fifteen minutes later we had our jumbo burgers in front of us, and without thinking Pauline got a refill on her large iced tea during the meal. We finished our food by 8 pm, and after wiping her mouth Pauline told me, “Oh gosh, I really have to hit the restroom now! I shouldn’t have had that refill of tea!” I nodded, as after a mere 37 hours without a bathroom break it came as no surprise to me that Pauline needed to pee. She got out of her seat and left to find the bathroom while I sighed whistfully at how long she’d managed to contain herself for. Five minutes later Pauline was back, a frown on her face and her ever-present bladder bulge staring me right in the face at eye-level. “What’s wrong, dear?” I asked. “Some girl couldn’t handle her jalepeno burger apparently. She puked all over the women’s room, so it’s closed for cleaning.” Pauline told me, still frowning in annoyance. “What do you want to do?” I asked, thinking back to how many times I’d offered to find her a bathroom only to be refused. “Let’s just go walk outside some. I need a distraction.” Pauline said. Off we went, walking and talking and seeing the sights…well, as much as a couple could on the boardwalk after dark. I became so enthralled in our conversations that I completely forgot about Pauline’s need to urinate. Part of the reason for this was that Pauline was still not showing even the slightest sign that she was desperate for release. She walked normally, talked normally, and laughed normally, the only difference being that her lower belly was protruding ominously in front of her. Before we knew it, it was 10 pm and we had done a lap and returned to our motel room. When we reached our door, it hit me – we’d never gone back to the restaurant so that Pauline could have her pee. “I’m sorry, baby! We never did get you back to that bathroom in the restaurant, did we?” I apologized. Pauline brushed it off, “It’s alright, you distracted me quite nicely. But I’m afraid I really do have to pee once we get inside!” We entered and Pauline hurried to the bathroom at the far end of the motel room, then came out with a look of despair. “They haven’t fixed it yet!” she cried in dismay. “That’s terrible!” I answered. “Do you think we can go to another motel for the night, honey? I’m sorry, but I have to take a piss very urgently.” Pauline stood up straight and still as she said the words, amazingly enough after 39 hours of holding. “Of course, baby. Let me go inform the front desk. I’ll be right back!” I said as I walked out of our room. Ten minutes later I returned. The front desk associate had offered to comp our room for another night, and while I was sure Pauline would rather find a place to let go her pent up piss, I figured I’d inform her of the option. Her eyes went wide when I told her and she hemmed and hawed, but eventually she said, “I’ll do my best to get to sleep like this. If I can manage it, we’ll stay. A free room is a free room, after all.” I couldn’t believe my ears when I heard her decision, but it was her decision to make. We cozied up into bed together, with Pauline’s look of discomfort on her face the only sign (other than her bulging abdomen) that she had to pee. I didn’t think she’d fall asleep with such a load, but within fifteen minutes we were both snoring away. I woke up the next morning alone in the bed. Grabbing my watch as I wiped the bleariness from my eyes, I saw it was 7 am. I briefly wondered where Pauline had gone, speculating that perhaps she’d left early to find a working toilet somewhere, when out of the bathroom came my naked girlfriend. She waved at me, noticing that I was awake, then went about the task of putting on her bikini for the day, a little pink job even skimpier than yesterday’s. The back was more than a string, but barely. It cameltoed nicely on her front, and showed both cleavage and underboob on top. Pauline’s lower belly was even more massive than it had been the previous night, and I noted that it had now been a full 48 hours since she’d gotten to let any pee out at all. I couldn’t believe she was coping, and then I stared at her and noticed something. Pauline was getting dressed into her bikini with her back to me, but she was moving…differently, somehow. Not with her normal grace. Almost hurried. And she was taking longer than she should have to step into the bottoms because her legs were making unnecessary movements every so often. After so long with no signs, it took me a minute, but I realized that my girlfriend with the bladder of steel was finally fidgeting and pee dancing! 48 hours of holding, combined with an absurd amount of drinks, had grossly overfilled her bladder to the point that even my iron-bladdered girl was having trouble controlling it. “Are you alright, baby? You look like you need a washroom in the worst way.” I observed, hurrying out of bed to start getting dressed. “I need to piss like a racehorse!” Pauline replied, “I knew sleeping on a bladder that stuffed with piss was a bad idea. Look at me, I’m bloated as anything, and now I need to fidget around like a schoolgirl to keep things under control! It’s pitiful, really. I should be able to behave normally like I always do, but I’ve been controlling so well for so long that my muscles down there are weakening.” “What do you want to do?” I asked, “Most of the shops aren’t open yet, and our toilet is still busted.” “Let’s just go down to the beach. I can’t think straight with the toilet right in here, taunting me.” Pauline suggested. I threw on some swim trunks and a t-shirt and we were off, Pauline clad only in her pink micro bikini. Being away from the toilet seemed to work in the short-term for Pauline, as for an hour she returned to her normal, jovial self while we sat on the sand. But her bladder was too full of urine to be ignored for long, and her legs began to fidget as one hour turned to two. Soon she was shaking and wiggling her bum on the ground to keep control over her ponderously full bladder. Once the clock hit 9, an unbelievable 50 hours into her mammoth hold, Pauline looked at me with desperation in her eyes and asked, “Do you think anywhere will be open now? It’s becoming so hard to control!” “I’m not sure,” I answered truthfully, “But we can try if you’d like.” “Let’s wait another hour, then,” Pauline said, to my surprise, “If we get up and walk all that way and get denied, I don’t know if I can keep it all in!” I couldn’t believe the words coming from my strong-bladdered girlfriend, but it was clear that she was nearing her limit. Still, we did as she wanted and waited an extra hour, to 10 am. By now Pauline was wiggling all over the place and gripping her crotch with one hand, cupping the thin fabric of her bikini bottoms to her vagina. “Shall we go?” I asked with concern. “Yes,” Pauline nodded, “Let’s go before I explode!” We got up, Pauline fidgeting madly and continuing to hold herself, looking quite the sight in her skimpy attire. I made myself concentrate on the task at hand, finding her a bathroom, and we set off at a moderate pace, as that was as fast as Pauline could hobble while carrying such a weight of pee. We searched for an hour, but somehow every shop we encountered had either no bathrooms, or an occupied bathroom, and Pauline’s desperation was such that she wasn’t thinking straight. Rather than waiting for a stall to become available, she would have us go to the next location in hopes of an empty one. It was as if she couldn’t bear the thought of having to stand in one place for more than ten seconds, and as I looked at the gargantuan bulge she was sporting in her lower abdomen, I couldn’t say I blamed her. “What should we do??” Pauline asked me desperately. I said the first thing that popped into my head, “Let’s go back to the sand. It helped you regain some control once. Maybe it’ll work again.” Biting her lip, Pauline nodded and we walked slowly back onto the beach. Pauline rocked back and forth. She was sweating a great deal from the exertion it was taking to hold her flood at bay. My idea had perhaps prolonged her hold time a bit, but it had not had the same effect that it had had in the morning. Pauline was simply too full with piss. She was bursting, and it had to come out. “Baby! Baby! My control is slipping! What should I do?!?” my piss-filled girlfriend cried, clutching with both hands between her thighs. I had no idea. The nearest bathroom was much too far away, and Pauline didn’t look like she could even get up again without losing her load. “Just try to keep holding on,” I said, “Do everything you can to keep it in. You only pee in toilets, remember? You told me that yesterday.” It was a last ditch bid on my part, but perhaps being a bit strict and reminding her of how strong she was would help her stay in command of her shaking bladder. “Oh my God! Oh my God!.....” Pauline yelled as she fought for control, “…………You’re right. I pee when I want, and if there’s no toilet I’ll just hold it…….even if it….Oh God!....even if it takes all day…..” With newfound strength Pauline kept her personal ocean inside herself. Her dam was on the verge of cracking, but through sheer willpower Pauline prevented even the slightest leak from escaping her iron, hurting bladder. Before I knew it, it was 2 pm and Pauline was still holding all her pee inside her stretched urine tank. Despite this, we were both hungry, considering neither of us had eaten at all in the day, so I ran to the boardwalk and returned with some hot dogs, French fries, and sodas. I looked on in amazement as Pauline, 55 hours of pee contained within her, still chugged down her entire soda. “You’re trying to make me pop by getting me that soda, aren’t you?” Pauline managed to say playfully. I thought that would be the final straw for her bladder, but then Pauline found resolve I didn’t know was possible and said, “Come on, I’m tired of sitting all day. Let’s go into the ocean!” I got up and walked towards the water and with halting steps she followed me. One hand was permanently on her belly, but Pauline fought through wave after wave of urgency and bladder cramp after bladder cramp, determined to enjoy herself despite her painful need to pee. Her smile was incredibly forced, concentration etched into her features, and she wasn’t able to move all that much due to the size and capacity of her overstuffed bladder, but her control was still monumental enough to impress me to no end. After an hour, Pauline was struck by a wave of bladder pain so acute that it made her double over in agony. With tears in her eyes, she held on, breath whistling through her clenched teeth. I asked if she wanted to return to our towel and she looked up and nodded, incapable of talking without losing her load. When we reached it she was moaning from the enormous pangs of pee urgency she was having to fight off. “My….sphincter….so….tired….can’t….hold….it….” Pauline groaned once she was seated. “You can!” I tried to encourage her once more, “You can! There’s no toilet in sight. Your only option is to hold it in even longer. As long as it takes!” Again Pauline nodded, but she was at the end of her rope. 15 minutes later she told me, “I can feel…..my sphincter…..trying to let go…..to let it….all out. I’m clenching….as hard as I can…..and then clenching….even harder. But it’s too much!” She was twisted up like a pretzel trying to stay in command of her aching sphincter, both hands jammed furiously in her crotch. I knew she’d never make it to a bathroom dryly. “Give it everything you have! Don’t let the urge to pee overwhelm you! You only go in toilets! Fight it! Fight!” I encouraged her, not believing my advice would work but spouting it all the same. It was her only option, and we both knew it. Gritting her teeth, Pauline threw her head back in a yell and clamped down even tighter with her sphincter. Her peehole was quivering from the strain, her muscle control being tested to its max, but still Pauline stayed dry. “I won’t pee! I won’t pee!” she said with fury, more to herself than to me. Her pee dancing increased dramatically as the enormous bulge of piss pressed on her overworked sphincter. That one exhausted ring of muscle, trained for years, was all that was holding back an absolute flood of pent up piss. Finally, it gave out. At 4 pm, with a hurting, bulging, mammoth 57 hour bladder, Pauline could finally hold out no longer. Her pee dancing had been increasing in fervor for the last hour, but it still came as a surprise to me when my iron-bladdered girl gave a shriek and lost a spurt between her clenched thighs. “Oh my God! Only toilets! Only toilets!” Pauline cried in vain, but it was no use. Another spurt followed. Pauline clenched her thighs together even tighter. Another spurt, longer this time. Pauline yelled out and pressed her thighs together so tightly I thought for sure nothing could get out, not with that and her hands and her sphincter of steel all trying to hold back the flow. But finally the pressure overwhelmed even Pauline’s ridiculous levels of control, and her pee poured out of her like a waterfall. Her bikini was instantly soaked, the towel was instantly soaked, and most of the surrounding sand was soaked. Pauline kept holding herself, trying to regain control, but her pee continued to get the better of her overtaxed bladder. It flooded out for another 30 seconds, then stopped abruptly. I was confused. Pauline’s lower belly was still bulging mightily, and it was clear she was still totally bursting. But I looked at her and realized that she was now continuing to hold! My iron-willed girlfriend had refused to let herself completely burst and empty, even after so long without relief! With pain, sweat, and a hint of pride on her face, Pauline stood up straighter and said, “Let’s please go back to the motel room.” I nodded and quickly grabbed up our sodden things, all wet with 57 hour old piss. During our short walk back, I noticed that Pauline was still desperate to relieve herself. One hand was in her crotch at all times, but there was a look of determination on her face that told me she wanted to finish this bursting piss on a toilet. She pee danced hard while I opened the door to our room, but still she did not give in. Once in the room Pauline sprinted to the bathroom. She gave another shriek, but this time I could tell it was a shriek of delight. The toilet was finally fixed while we were away! I heard a quick rustling as Pauline removed her damp thong bottoms, then a plop as she sat herself down on the toilet seat, and then nothing but the sound of piss hitting the porcelain bowl with an intensity more than I thought was possible. The flood was finally coming out, unable to be held a moment longer, but Pauline made sure to get as much of her flood as she could into a toilet, and that was as commendable as anything. Her crazy stream went on and on for minutes on end, barely drowning out her high-pitched sighs of relief. Just when I began to suspect that perhaps she’d actually started to run the tap for a bath, the stream went to a trickle, then stopped completely. Pauline, my girlfriend who never had to pee, was finally empty once again. She came out of the bathroom and started to apologize profusely, “Baby, I’m so sorry. Normally that’s not a problem for me, but it had been so long! I just needed it so bad! I couldn’t even think straight I needed it so bad!” “It’s ok, baby. You held it as long as you could.” I told her, giving her a hug. Pauline sighed a little and slumped her shoulders, “I know. That’s the problem. I held as long as I could and it still wasn’t long enough. I’ll just have to keep working at it. I don’t want to ever not be in control of myself like that when I really need to be.” She thought about it, then looked up, “Alright, I guess I’ll start my training now. Might as well, right? No peeing til tomorrow for me! And lots of Kegels!” I was in shock, “But baby, you just held so much, liters I’m sure! Your bladder is all stretched out, your sphincter is tired, and your kidneys are going to refill your bladder within an hour or two. Are you sure you can handle that??” Pauline smiled at me and replied curtly, “Oh, I’m sure.” For the rest of our week at the beach, Pauline never peed more than once a day. She didn’t have another hold of such crazy magnitude, but I was sure that day would come, sooner or later, and Pauline, ever prideful, would do her best to behave normally through it all, even with a bladder full past bursting and a sphincter quivering right on the edge of release.
  14. (I just found this story lying in my hard drive so I decided to post it here. I wrote it around 6-7 years back, so don't expect too much out of it. It is just something I wrote for fun back then.) Today was finally the day of our much awaited trip to the Rajmahal Fort. As I stepped out of my bed, the cool morning breeze flowing in through the window, promised of a fun filled day ahead. The other day, while I was on phone with Parul ,she suddenly came up with this idea to go for an outing along with our group of friends from school. Coming weekend accompanied the fervor of the day before New Year’s, a perfect time to hang out with friends. To be true, my college life sucked, and I really needed some action , so here I was, getting my car out of the garage as the thrill and excitement of what was to come, filled me. After picking up Suyash, Parul , Preeti and Sneha from their places , we began our 5 hour long journey to the village where our destination, The Rajmahal Fort was situated. The village also hosted an annual fair at this point of the year, which was quite popular in the region , so a visit there was on the cards too. Soon enough the car cabin was filled with bursts of laughter and anecdotes of our school lives, God what I would have given to be with my friends. Since the day we were done with our schooling , this was the first time we had caught up with each other. Our hectic schedules never allowed us to spare time for our friends, hence this trip meant lot more to me than just an outing, it was more like getting my childhood back for a moment. As I drove, Parul, who was sitting next to me took a bottle of water out from her bag and had a sip. I couldn’t help but notice that the bottle was already half empty. She wore a small white skirt that day, matched with a blue top. Her long black hair tucked behind her ears, made my heart skip a beat. I tried concentrating on driving, since the traffic was heavy and being distracted was the last thing I wanted to be right now. “You brought what I asked you for?” , I heard Sneha’s voice . “How would I ever forget that?” Suyash replied with a faint laugh. I took a glimpse from my rear view mirror, to get a hold of what they were talking about. I saw Suyash unzip his carry bag and he whipped out two cans of beer, handing one over to Sneha. “You guys want some?” he asked, showing his bag full of beer cans. “No not at all!” Parul replied with a bit of disgust on her face. “If I knew you’d be bringing alcohol, I would have never tagged along ” Preeti stated, turning her face away to look out of the window. “Oh come on guys, chill” Sneha countered, “It’s not like we are forcing you to have it” she added. Suddenly there was an air of discomfort and uneasiness amongst us, “Dude, how much beer did you bring along anyway?” I asked. “Oh I brought a couple of six packs” Suyash replied. “Okay, but just make sure you don’t drink too much” I suggested as our car blazed its way against the wind. As Suyash and Sneha enjoyed their drinks, I put on the radio to turn everyone’s mood a little lighter. It was around 8:30 am when we reached the outskirts of the city. I shot a look at Preeti through the mirror. I saw her, leaning her head out of the window as the wind rustled through her hair, just a thought of how beautiful she was ran through my mind. “Are there any toilets ahead?” she asked, breaking my flow of thoughts, “I don’t know”, I replied. We had been on the road for just half an hour and she needed to go already? “Hey do you both want to have some fruit juice?” Preeti asked, ignoring Suyash and Sneha as she turned around and retrieved her carry bag from the trunk. “No, I am good” I replied. “Well, looks like it’s going to be just you and me then” Preeti said, taking out a 1200ml carton of Guava flavored juice and passing it over to Parul, as she kept the Pomegranate variant for herself, “I brought these along for all of us but since, no one else is interested…” she taunted, trying to highlight her annoyance towards the alcohol consumption by my other two best friends. “Is there any way we could have it by lunch?” Parul asked, showing her carton of juice. “They are chilled right now, they may not taste as good later” Preeti replied. “Okay..” Parul said , opening it to have a gulp. Within 20 minutes , both of them had chugged down their cartons empty. As I drove rather slowly looking for a place to stop, Parul suddenly pointed out, “Look , a dhabha!” Dhabhas are these cheap restaurants mostly found along highways. I love dhabhas for the fact that mostly the food is fresh and delicious with a really earthy flavor to it. Seemed like it was the time to make a pit stop. As soon as I parked, as expected Parul and Preeti went straight for the only toilet stall present, while Suyash and Sneha didn’t bother to get out as they were busy drinking and chatting. I too went to a nearby snacks stall to get all of us something to eat. As the vendor handed over five samosas to me, Parul and Preeti came back. “Wow, that was fast…” I said. “The toilets here are so filthy, I just couldn’t step in, let’s go somewhere else…” Preeti stated. “Are you sure? I mean, I’m not sure if there are any toilets near ahead..” I responded. “Nah, we are fine” Parul quoted, “By the way those samosas look tasty”, she said, before we gorged on them, this moment took me back to the days when we used to share our lunch at school. Those days were the best days! After we had our small but spicy snack, we all felt the need for something to drink ,so I ordered three glasses of lassi for us at the dhabha counter. Lassi is this sweet drink made out of yogurt and it tastes really good. While we were enjoying each sip of our lassi, I saw Suyash get out of the car and head for the toilet. Man, does alcohol does catch up quickly. After draining our big glasses dry, all three of us got back to the car. “Sneha, do you want something to eat?’ I asked putting my head inside through the window. “No I am good” she stated, “I am having a headache actually…”. She looked a bit nauseated , hardly able to keep her eyes open now. “I really don’t want you to throw up inside my car!” I joked. “Don’t worry ,I won’t do that, I can hold my drinks just fine,” she replied, holding her forehead. I shot a look at my wrist watch, it was 10 am, seriously who gets drunk like that at 10 am?! I offered Suyash the left over samosa when he came back; even he looked slightly cranky. Nevertheless as the journey progressed, both Suyash and Sneha fell asleep on the back seat of the car. After an hour, the rising temperature had started to parch my throat and I felt the need to quench my thirst again, “Preeti can I have a little water?” “I am sorry,” she said, as she slid her hand between the two front seats holding her empty bottle of water besides me. “I too have run out of water to drink,” Parul added slowly, making sure not to disturb the sleeping passengers. After a while I stopped at a general store to buy myself a small pouch of water. “Get me a bottle too,” Parul said, “…and don’t forget me!” Preeti added after her. “Yeah sure” I answered. While buying from the store, I felt a strong need to pee. The tall glass of lassi I had earlier was really catching up to me so I just decided to relive myself behind a wall before going back. After I was done, I washed my hands, took the bottles of water from the shop counter and went back to my car, “Here you go…” I said , as I handed over a refrigerated bottle of water to Parul and Preeti each. “Oh thank you,” Preeti said as she opened her bottle and took a sip, “I was so thirsty”. After a really long and tiresome journey we finally reached the village by 1:00 pm. We paid tax on the toll booth, the fort was situated a few kilometers from there. All this while Parul and Preeti had been taking sips from their bottles .This was for the first time I observed a bulge around Parul’s abdomen. Was it her bladder filling? If yes then it wasn’t long before she would have to make a trip to the ladies. On the way , some monkeys sitting by the roadside caught our attention, a perfect opportunity to get some pictures for Facebook. Monkeys are a common sight in the villages of India, people here have religious sentiments attached to them, so we all hold monkeys in the highest of regards. Parul , Preeti and I got out of the car and tried to click some pictures with our new friends but they just won’t pose for the camera. I shared some biscuits with them and their numbers increased from two to four within the blink of an eye. On the other side of the road ,Preeti spotted a coconut water stall, “Hey Parul, let’s get one of those.” I was left mesmerized, these pretty girls were loading themselves up on heavy amounts of fluids, it wouldn’t have taken long for their bladders to fill up like balloons at this rate. Drinking coconut water is a great way to beat the heat and we rarely got to see any of these stalls in the city, so maybe grabbing one wasn’t a bad idea after all. The vendor sliced off two coconuts by their heads and made a hole in them , he slid straws inside both before offering it to the girls, warding off any monkeys that tried to get a coconut from his stock. “Would you like to have one?” Preeti offered. “No thanks” I replied ,as monkeys surrounded me to snatch the remaining biscuits, after I lost whatever eatables I had in my hand, we all climbed back into the car, both girls relieved that the monkeys didn’t bother them. As we progressed on our journey, we came across several open pieces of land where girls could have easily taken a pee, but they declined , wanting to wait for a proper loo. The villagers had built houses on the either sides of the highway, with bangles to hand made embroidery on sale in the small shops they had opened in their houses. Most of their earnings were from the tourists who came along to visit the fort. Eatables weren’t allowed inside the historical monument so we decided to have our lunch before we proceeded any further. I located another of those dhabhas and parked. “Oh, are we stopping?” Suyash asked rubbing his eyes as he woke up, “I really have to hit the junk after all that beer.” “I too have to go,” I thought, for me to be wanting to go again, Preeti and Parul would have had been bursting, but it didn’t look so. Leaving Sneha sound asleep, the remaining four of us ventured out to freshen ourselves up and grab something to eat. As luck would have it ,there were no toilets there. Me and Suyash took a leak amongst a cluster of trees just a few feet away from the road, while it indeed provided some cover, anyone squatting would have been clearly visible from a distance, so Parul and Preeti decided to hold it. …… “I never knew that there was such a serious lack of loos around here” Parul said as we read through the food menu displayed on the dhabha’s wall. I swallowed the lump in my throat before looking down at her swollen abdomen, it had grown bigger, much bigger than before. The thought of what a big gusher she might be building inside her bladder groped my mind. I couldn’t help but feel aroused now. “Do you need to go bad?” I asked, assuming she would say yes. “No, it’s fine” she replied instead, as she continued gazing at the portion of the dhabha’s wall written over with menu items, “Let’s order that” she said pointing towards one of the options. I wondered if she was lying, with her bladder that swollen, there should have been nothing but toilets on her mind. “Yes that looks nice,” Preeti said, even she was sporting a prominent bulge, peeking out over the top of her blue jeans. These ladies were definitely going to unload a gallon of pee later that day. It looked like they both were hiding footballs in their abdomens. I was surprised that not even one of them was desperate for the loos yet. I was mighty turned on now. Later when all of us were waiting for our lunch to be served, I excused myself to the car to get my wallet. I found Parul’s second bottle of water empty, while Preeti’s sat one-fourth full. Sneha looked pretty even while asleep, but I didn’t have time for this, since I had to keep an eye on both the girls. I came back and sat next to Suyash, a boy placed glasses of water for us and went on to the next table. As we all downed them empty, I noticed Parul rubbing her abdomen under the table. Maybe a sign that she was feeling the strain of her now full bladder. While we had our lunch I couldn’t help but think about just how much Parul and Preeti had drunk earlier and the fact that they hadn’t been to the loos yet, told of their superior holding capability. While Suyash complained about his hangover, I slightly peeped down the table to see if any of the girls were crossing their legs just in case they had started to feel desperate , but that didn’t seemed to be the case. Both of them conveyed a relaxed demeanor, like they weren’t the ones holding back rivers of pee. I was trying to keep my excitement hidden as we all talked and laughed. After our lunch, we all had another glass of water before heading back to the car, only to find Sneha drinking again. “When did you get up?” I asked, “Don’t you want have your lunch?” “No I’m good, aren’t there any loos around here?” This was when I noticed her crossed legs, one of the first signs that she was starting to grow desperate. “I am afraid not” I replied, “Is it an emergency?” I asked, hoping at least she would say yes. “Nah, it’s not an emergency, but it would have been good if I could go somewhere, all that beer is really making its way down.” “There is nowhere you can go here, maybe we should drive along, look for a secluded place somewhere on the way?” I suggested. “Oh yeah, that sounds great.” There was a ray of uneasiness in her tone, as if something was really bothering her, I suspected it to be her need to pee but alas, I had no proof. “Talking about the loos, I too could use a good pee after all that water” Preeti stated, cutting into our conversation. “Yes it would be good if the fort has a bathroom in it, ”Parul smirked, as she climbed in the car too. I couldn’t believe my ears, three girls, all longing to pee were now inside my car and they had handed me the responsibility to find a loo. My state of arousal had reached a new peak by now as I had an erection like never before. We took the way to the fort enjoying each bit of the scenic view around. “I have drunk so much, I’ll be squatting for ages taking a piss” Sneha stated. “After drinking like 9 cans of beer, you surely will” Suyash responded, in a tone that conveyed displeasure, obviously he was angry with Sneha for drinking almost entire lot of beer he had brought along. I was finding it really difficult to drive with my dick really erect now. I was so turned on, my body was shaking with arousal. As I parked near the banyan tree adjacent to the fort’s ticket counter, all three girls stepped out, “Are there any toilets around here?” Parul asked the man sitting inside. “Yeah, you have to go behind the fort, there are loos there” he responded. “Okay, thanks” she replied. “Let’s go there first,” Preeti requested. As we all walked towards the loo, I felt disheartened as the girls were now a few feet away from relieving themselves. I so wanted them to hold it longer ,but it seemed that this was the end of it. What would have been a once in a lifetime opportunity to witness three girls desperate for the loos was coming to an abrupt closure. I saw Sneha hobbling down the way, maybe her bladder was way too full to walk normally. We reached there to find that it was one of those Tardis-type loos, which meant we would need some coins to get it open. These type of loos were hard to find in India , but this seemed to be an exception. “This is the first time I’m gonna use one” Parul smirked, before she asked me for some change, since none of the girls had carried their purse along. I had some coins in my wallet but I said I didn’t have any. She then asked Suyash, but it turned out that he actually didn’t have any money on him. “Looks like we will have to walk all the back to the car,” Sneha said, grabbing her butt with both her hands. “No we can’t do that, once you are out of the main gate your ticket expires” I countered, I was happy with where this was going. “Okay, fine let’s visit the fort first” Sneha stated, “But let’s get back soon, I really have to pee.” I was so happy, excited and horny at that moment that I can’t even begin to describe it. My penis was almost pitching a tent through my jeans, making it really difficult to walk around normally. As we all strode along the magnificent stone walls of the Rajmahal Fort, praising the exquisite carvings of the ancient period, I could notice that Preeti looked distressed now. Her bladder had expanded to great measures and it looked as if it was sticking out eight inches. She was repeatedly pulling the waistband of her jeans away, maybe because it was putting way too much pressure down there. “Are you desperate?” I whispered , making sure no one else could listen. “I can’t wait to pee” she answered, involuntarily rubbing her thighs together. On the other hand, one glance at Parul told that she was doing completely fine. She wasn’t showing any signs of desperation at all, although her bladder looked way more swollen than Preeti’s. Sneha, who was also sporting a big bulge, was now busy taking pictures with Suyash. These girls had now made themselves busying in enjoying the view around, not to mention, while holding precariously full bladders I was in paradise, what else could I’ve wished for? A whole 40 minute walk around the gigantic fort had made the girls even more desperate for the loos. “I think we are done here, let’s get going, I’m dying for the toilets,” Preeti said. “Yes, I too have to go” Sneha added. There was no delaying it now, the girls made their exit with me and Suyash right behind them. Sneha went straight for the car and stood there, bouncing on her knees, waiting for me to unlock it. “Don’t you think it’s a bad idea? You’d have to pay a hefty fee for the ticket to get back inside the fort premises and use the loo, couldn’t you just wait a little longer, I’m sure the fair we are going to will have toilets,” I said. Although I was sure that it was just the opposite, Indian fairs are mostly ill financed and cheap, they probably couldn’t afford to have a loo on an open ground. “You better be right, I having been stopping my pee for so long now, it is driving me crazy” she said , getting inside the car. “Yeah seriously, we haven’t been since morning,” Preeti blurted, standing with her hands on her hips now. “Relax guys, we’ll be there in no time” Suyash said, trying to handle the situation. I made Suyash drive till the next stop. Now I was on the back seat with Sneha and Preeti on either of my sides. Two girls with bladders swollen like basketballs sitting next to me, I was indeed the happiest man on earth. After a while, I partially laid down on the seat, with my head on Sneha’s thighs. She didn’t object to it, at first. I could feel her rock hard bladder bulge with my head. As I tried to turn my head around , she groaned in pain, “Carefully, don’t press down there!” “Your bladder feels so big, you must be holding a lot,” I murmured as a feeling of lust ran through my mind and body. “Oh you don’t know, it gets bigger than this” she replied , it was like a fantasy come true. A girl who seemed to be at her maximum capacity, claimed to be able hold more than what her bladder was already containing. It seemed like her bladder had the walls of steel. I could feel the liters of liquid she was containing in her tank. Dear Lord, how had she been holding all that? I again pressed her slightly with my head, “Don’t do that, I really have to pee”, she scolded, I must tell that no pillow is sexier than the bulging bladder of a woman. Sneha who had consumed 9 of those 450ml beer cans and she was brimming over with hot beer piss inside her bladder. I simultaneously glanced at Preeti, who was sitting with her legs crossed. She too was desperate now, longing to use the toilets at the fair. Making our way in the overcrowded fair to search for toilets was a task in itself. People bumping in from all the directions, made matters worse for the girls who were nursing such full bladders. “I can’t see any loos here” Preeti said, her voice suppressed by all the commotion around us. “Looks like the world is conspiring against us,” Parul said with a smile. They obviously were worried about when and where they were going to pee, but chose not to show their concern. The temple where this annual fair was held as the form of a celebration, was situated on hill, which at that point of time was right in front of us. “I think we should go there, seek blessings from the pandit maybe? ” I suggested, only trying to make the girls wait longer. “I don’t want to walk that long, my feet hurt” Parul retaliated. “We should go, who knows you might find a toilet there…” I said, there was a huge possibility that the temple had a loo, but this was a risk I had to take. “Okay fine,” Sneha sighed. As we walked towards the temple, I could see the girls’ abdomens protruding out of their clothes. The volumes inside their bladders were increasing by each moment. We walked into the temple and bowed in front of the god’s idol. In Hindu temples, sacrament is offered by priests to devotees as holy offerings from the god or goddess. Most temples offer Charanamrit, a concoction of milk and water considered sacred, but some temples have their unique sacraments. This temple offered its devotees milk and that too in alloy glasses big enough to hold almost a liter of it. Parul, Preeti and Sneha looked at each other. They had been needing to go to the loos for hours now and the last thing they wanted was more liquid heading for their already super swollen bladders. Refusing the sacrament, or prasad as we call it, was out of option, they had to drink it. Their bladders would just have to stretch a little more. I was thanking my stars, never did I knew that this day would turn out to be so exciting. Chugging down our glasses full of milk, as we stood in a deformed circle, I could see Preeti wiggling her legs and Sneha caressing her bladder. Parul too, who had been putting up a tough demeanor all this while was beginning to fidget a little, but she didn’t seem to be as desperate as the other two girls. “Are there any toilets around here?” Sneha asked the priest, handing him over the empty glass back. “Yes there a few toilets in the ashram,” he replied, pointing towards the small building adjacent to the temple. Sneha made a bee line towards it, followed by Preeti and Parul close behind. I watched them walk away, carrying gallons of pee, within themselves. Sneha walked rather rigidly, while Preeti took short confined steps, these girls really did have to pee. But Parul walked quite gracefully towards the loos. Either she wasn’t as desperate as Preeti and Sneha were or she was just acting tough. When we got there, it turned out that, it was a single loo for the entire building with a long line of people already standing to get inside. We certainly couldn’t wait that long, since a five hour long drive was ahead of us, we had to leave before it was dark. And perhaps this could have acted as an excellent excuse for me to stop the girls from using the loos. “We can’t wait till it’s your turn, it is definitely gonna take a lot of time,” I told the girls, who were standing at the end of a notoriously long queue. “What do you want us to do?” Parul asked, “Where else do we go, there are no other toilets around here…” “I can’t leave, I have been needing to pee for so long now and there certainly aren’t any loos on the way back home,” Preeti said. “I understand but, we absolutely have to leave before it’s dark, plus I think you could just pop a squat anywhere along the road?” Suyash jumped into the conversation. “There is absolutely no way, I’m climbing back inside that car without going to the loo first,” Sneha said, hers hands wrapped around her chest and thighs rubbing against each other. Preeti and Sneha’s bladders looked swollen even in skin tight jeans. They were showcasing such control, it made me think if they had actually blocked their holes to make it physically impossible to pee. Parul who had certainly impressed me with her cool and calm demeanor even while needing to pee so much was now facing problems too. Her bladder had expanded incredibly, making it look like she had a basketball hidden under her top. I was confused on how Parul’s bulge seemed to be bigger than Preeti’s while they both had almost the same amount of fluids. Even after my repeated persuasions, the three of them stood there in the line for a good hour, before throwing in the towel when they realized that they had barely moved since when they joined. “This is sick, my bladder is bursting” Sneha sighed, frantically jumping from foot to foot, trying to take off some pressure from her distended bladder. “Let’s just leave, we will find a spot somewhere on the way,” Preeti insisted. There was no second guessing from the other two girls, they just broke off from the line and started walking towards the car. “I’ve never held my pee this long before,” Sneha stated, continuing on her way. “You girls carry on we will be back in a moment,” I said before signaling Suyash with my eyes to follow me. We went behind the ashram to pee after that big glass of milk. Some men were already there draining their dragons, and we rushed back after doing our job. We found the girls standing by the car waiting for us, each of them now having mammoth full bladders, jutting out of their tops. The weather was getting rather cold too, which meant we had to get our jackets and sweaters out before we progressed any further. “I hope you girls will be able to hold it till we find a secluded spot, I don’t want any of you to have an accident in my car,” I said trying to sound innocent. “Excuse me?!” Sneha retaliated, “I have never wet myself, I have a bladder with the walls of steel and nothing can come out of it without my permission,” she stated, clearly offended by my statement. “Oh and if you think I am gonna wet myself like a little schoolgirl ,then you are highly mistaken my friend,” Parul grumbled, showing her disagreement too, “…I still have room to hold more in my bladder, and I can hold it as long as I want to.” “The only reason I had to pee is because I am holding so much, but if you really think I will go all over your seat, then it will be a point of utmost pride for me to show you how a real urine tank works,” Preeti kept her point as well. These girls were now out to beat me down to the ground with holding prowess , but I too was adamant to break their pride. I had poked the hornet’s nest but this was going to be fun rather than danger. Twenty minutes into the drive, the girls’ bladders were seriously ballooning. None of them had said a word about loos all this while. Preeti and Sneha sat with their legs crossed , while Parul still sitting by my side, had her thighs pressed together. It was around 5 pm , when we crossed by the dhabha we had our lunch in, which meant we had the entire journey lying ahead of us. I noticed that my car was almost about to run out of fuel and then I decided to have some fun with the opportunity. I crossed the petrol pump, not getting in to refill. I was damn sure the car would automatically stop a few kilometers later ,but anyways, I willing pushed the brakes and made it stop after a few sudden jolts making it look like it has broken down. “Damn we’ve run out of petrol, I think we might have to push the car till we find another petrol pump,” I said, looking over my shoulder. The girls reluctantly obliged. All four of us got out to push the car till the petrol pump situated a few kilometers ahead, while Suyash took care of the steering wheel since none of the girls knew how to drive. I asked him not to start the ignition just to make sure he doesn’t start the car. Obviously I couldn’t tell him why I was doing this. Looking at girls, pushing the car while nursing swollen bladders was really arousing , especially Parul who was wearing a short skirt . “If this car ran on piss instead of petrol, I would have been more than happy to fill the tank for you” Sneha joked. All three of them were finding it difficult to exert much force to push the car forward since all their energy was being consumed in keeping their bladders shut. The cold weather wasn’t helping either, each of the girls was facing a much higher level of pressure in their bladders than before, but none of them was willing to stop and take a leak behind the bushes just because it was a matter of pride. Even standing still had been putting a lot pressure on their bladders, god knows what strain it would have been to push a car forward. After 15 minutes of this, I noticed that the girls were really distressed. They looked extremely tired and the fact that they had needed to pee for so long, made me feel for them, I decided, it was time to end the gig. I switched places with Suyash and acted like I was trying to start the car. Eventually after a few fake attempts, I turned the ignition on. “Quick! Get in!” I yelled, as they all adhered to my words and we drove off . I somehow managed to drag my car till the next gas station. I could almost hear my heart pounding with curiosity, will the girls visit the loos here? But to my surprise none of them got out. After the tank was refilled, we hit the road , and this time I made sure to drive faster due to the fact that the sun was completely set now and the girls had to get back home soon or their parents would have been really angry. Suyash who didn’t give a fuck about what was happening , dozed off on the back seat. There still was a three hour ride left before we could enter the city, so I was sure to witness some serious desperation. Three girls were now trapped in my car, needing to piss like crazy. This was going to be their longest ride home ever. For the first time I saw Parul squirming on her seat and massaging her swollen bladder, she was getting really desperate. “This is gonna be the biggest piss of my life,” Sneha said out of the blue, she was now admitting to the fact she was bursting for the loos and I was secretly glad that she was so open about her needs. The hot iron rod in my pants grew a little bigger as I forced myself to concentrate on the road. My body was shivering with arousal. “How long is it gonna take?” Preeti asked, rubbing her crossed thighs. “It’s gonna take a while…I can pull over if you can’t hold it,” I replied, this was a risk I had to take, suggesting her to pee on the roadside while expecting her to decline my offer. “No, it’s okay, just drive a little faster alright?”, she just wasn’t ready to admit that her bladder was bursting with liters of pee in it, she had to go like crazy and so did the other two girls but their egos were making them endure tormenting bladders till they reached home. Heavy traffic on the way was adding to the plight, girls were growing frantic now . Sneha was giving her crotch good squeezes from time to time as she made sure neither Preeti nor Suyash noticed her doing so. “How are you doing there?” Preeti asked Sneha who was sitting by her side. “You have no idea how much I am holding right now, I had a big bottle of water before I left home” she replied taking Preeti’s hand and placing it on her bulge. Even this light pressure made Sneha wince and close her eyes in pain. “It’s rock hard just like mine,” Preeti said. They both were climbing the ropes and it wouldn’t have been long before they actually lost control and wet themselves. Parul although was at a slightly better position than her friends, was the one who had drank the most that day. After she had got up at 5 that morning, she had drank a copious amount of water and coffee before leaving . All three of them seemed to be at the same level of desperation, but it was Sneha who was really on the limit of her capability to hold on. She was stealing herself from yelling at me to pull over so she could pee on the roadside, because she had to prove that she could hold her pee as long as she wanted to. Parul could now feel her bladder walls stretching to make space for all the liquid streaming inside it. Her sweater concealed her bulge to a great extent but still her mega full urine container was somewhat visible to me. “It’s getting hard to hold on,” she reported, frantically rubbing her knees , “Could you please put on the heater , it’s getting really cold.” I gratefully obliged, the hot air coming from the car’s air conditioner might have helped the girls a little but it wasn’t enough to calm down their throbbing tanks. As the final leg of our journey came, the severity of desperation escalated greatly for the girls. “Why is this taking so long? I’m breaking my neck trying to hold it here…” Parul informed. “Oh, I thought you could hold your pee as long as you wanted to?” I mocked her with a sly smile. “Listen, I am not joking, you have no clue about just how much I have had to drink since morning.” Preeti too was now extremely nervous and frantic. She could feel the first few drops of pee dribble into her panties. Her cheeks grew red with embarrassment but it was too late to ask to pull over so she could pee on the roadside as we had already entered a highly populated area. Each bump on the road made her bladder want to go explode, the mammoth load of piss she had been holding for so long was now getting to impossible to handle. She frantically rubbed her lower thighs, when another spurt escaped forcing her to jam her hand into her crutch. She took spars breaths trying to control the impending flood without letting anyone know that she was on the verge of having a really massive accident. Sneha noticed Preeti holding herself between the legs,” Are you alright?” she whispered. “Ya, I’m fine,” Preeti replied, but deep in her mind, she knew she was far from fine. She crossed her legs tighter, trying to fight the pressure till she got home, but her sphincters were all taxed out. She felt her pee hole open to let out a 2 second long stream of pee into her pants before she could break the flow. She could feel the wetness on her butt as the urine started to make its way into the seat. The back of her jeans and seat both had developed wet patches as big as a baseball, but she was successful in covering it, at least as of now. She was doing her best to hide what was happening to her. She had to hold it anyhow because she knew, once it started coming out, it was gonna be a big one. Her eyes filled with tears as she mustered up the remaining strength to hold on to her deliriously exhausted bladder but her body refused to obey. Three more long spurts escaped, leaving her shivering in desperation. She gasped. The wet patches on her crotch and bum had increased considerably. The next 15 minutes were sheer agony , although she didn’t leak any further , she had become increasingly convinced that she won’t be able to make it home. Meanwhile, I dropped off Suyash as soon as we entered the outskirts of the city, he had to go to a New Year’s Bash somewhere around the area. This gave Preeti and Sneha a lot more freedom than when they were in his presence. They could now openly grab their crotches and wiggles their butts. Sneha went a step further and unbuttoned her jeans and pulled her zip all the way down, letting her monstrous bladder expand more. “Oh, I can’t hold another drop of piss in my bladder” Sneha exclaimed, leaning back on the seat and closing her eyes to exclusively concentrate on keeping her pee hole shut. Parul couldn’t have agreed more. All the liquid she had consumed had stretched her own bladder to the maximum limits possible. She had to pee so much, it was taking her entire life force to keep herself from losing it right there. “Just drop me right here” Sneha said as we reached a four way. “Are you sure?” I asked, her words came as a shock to me. I didn’t want her to leave when I had this golden chance of probably seeing her wet herself. But unfortunately I had to do it. I stopped the car and she made a swift exit. “Thanks..” she said, before pacing off towards the market across the road, holding her jeans by the waistband as she still hadn’t put the button back. We now were down to three, I felt sad for myself , but I still had two very full girls, sitting in my car waiting to release their mammoth loads. “Please drive faster it is an absolute emergency” Preeti declared,her pee was a hair breadth away from completely coming out. I hit the accelerator to pick up the pace. We were almost near Preeti’s place ,when she shot another long stream of pee into her pants. “You need to stop right now, I am loosing it,” she cried out. Preeti’s door flew open as soon as I pulled over . She quickly climbed out of the car, looking for a place where she could let it all out, grabbing her crotch as the wet patch on her butt revealed itself. She had reached her limit. She could either squat and pee where she was or try to find somewhere better and probably flood herself in the attempt. It was a busy street with people everywhere, hence summing up to no chance of sliding her pants down to take a much needed leak. She had to quickly come to a decision, but her body wasn’t in a state to hold on anymore. Her legs were firmly crossed yet she couldn’t help it, she just could not hold it any longer. “Holy fuck..” she sighed as a barrage of urine ran out of her involuntarily. She tried to shut her sphincter close but the torrent spurting out posed to be much stronger than her will to keep holding. She was now peeing full force into her pants. “I can’t stop it,” she wailed, as I turned my head to look back through the open door. I could see the dark area on the groin of her pants increasing and clearly listen to the hissing sound as she continued to wet herself uncontrollably. She looked down on the patch of her jeans, as it spread down towards her trembling knees. She could feel the wetness gathering around her crotch and spreading across her butt. She had fought so hard and lost. She stood there feeling the warm rivers of pee on her legs , watching it run down the tops of her feet and spill over the edges of her sandals, making a puddle beneath her . “Hufff…” she blew air through her pursed lips overcoming with relief, slightly leaning towards the car as she held its roof with her hands, enjoying the relief. Her eyes were closed, it was evident that she had stopped trying to hold it back. The warm feeling of her pee got her back to the days when she would have accidents as a kindergartener. She wasn’t bothered if someone was watching, she had been needing to pee for so long , nothing else mattered more than relief. Anyone who passed by would have noticed her having an accident but rather chose to ignore the poor girl. The copious amount of pee rushing out of her was proof enough that her bladder was stretched to its maximum capacity. It seemed as if her accident would never end. When Preeti was on the final throes of her pee, guilt and shame clasped her ,and tears started running down her cheeks. Her wet jeans cling to her legs like being held together by an adhesive. She stood there , weeping as helplessness rode her mind. “Are you alright?” I asked , as I stepped out of the car to take a closer look at the damage. I tried to console her and calm her down, since there was still a girl sitting in my car with a bladder as full as a camel’s. I noticed the huge stain on the seat that Preeti had made, this was indeed gonna smell for a while. Preeti got back in and we made our way to her house. I now shot a look at Parul , who wasn’t speaking or moving at all. Her hands placed on her crossed thighs and her lips tucked inwards. When we reached Preeti’s place, she immediately stepped out of the car and walked towards the front door of her house. I looked at her soaked pants sticking to her skin as she walked. What would her parents think of her when they see her like this? I was pretty much sure that Parul too would make a dash inside to use the toilets,but she didn’t move. She sat there, tightly holding her crotch and crossing her legs, her miniskirt revealing a lot of skin. Then, we both saw Preeti run inside before any of her neighbors could see her. “Aren’t you gonna step in to use the toilets?” I asked Parul. “I will lose it if I even try to take a step,” she said, “I think we should find somewhere else before it’s too late!” That was when I realized that she had stopped respiring, she was holding her breath in fear of losing control if she exhaled. The severity of her condition was much worse than what I had thought and seeing Preeti wet herself had intensified Parul’s need to go manifolds. “Hurry up!” she mumbled , there was no mistaking it, she was about to flood the seat. I hit the accelerator and the car picked up its pace, I drove as fast as I could. As far as I have known her , she has always been an avid drinker. Even in school, she used to drink at least a few bottles of water throughout the day and never had I seen her complaining about needing to go to the loo. But for her to be this desperate, the amount inside her bladder must have been unparalleled. “I am gonna die if I don’t pee in the next five seconds,” she cried out. She crossed her legs, showing another few inches of her shapely thighs. I did my best not to stare, but it was incredibly difficult to keep my attention on the road ahead. “STOP! STOP! STOP! STOP!” Parul yelled, as soon as she saw a small open space with a bunch of trees. She almost jumped out of the car even before it came to a complete halt. Grabbing her crutch tighter than ever, she made a dash towards the shroud of trees. By this time her sphincters were deliriously exhausted and she couldn’t hold on even a second longer. “Oh no..” she gasped, as she felt her hole about to burst open and then, it happened. Long thick streams of pee started jetting down her legs as she quickened her steps. She had lost control of her bladder. “Oh my god..” Parul moaned, as she held her skirt with both hands by its hem, there was no delaying it now; she could not handle the pressure any more. Her knees hurt as she tried to walk faster, even these few feet looked like miles to her now as the urine continued to flow out. She almost ran to get there, lifting up her skirt and shifting her now soaked panties away from her crotch, she ultimately let her hot piss rush out without any obstruction. “Oh…. thank goodness…”,she sighed, standing there, as her pee made an arch almost a meter long. She would have been clearly visible to anyone who passed by, but Parul couldn’t care less, all she wanted, was relief. I had managed to time her pee and around twelve seconds had passed since she’d gotten out of the car. This was the first time I had ever seen a girl pee standing up, I can’t tell how horny I was feeling then. I had always wished to experience something like this and now when it was happening ,the thin line between reality and fantasy had finally faded. To be frank I’ve seen plenty of men peeing by the road side, but this was my first time watching a girl do the same. Parul couldn’t believe how full her bladder was, she hardly had to pee any less even after going for a full minute. If only she could pee faster, she thought, she was so exposed where she was, but she always took ages when she was really desperate. I watched her as she stood there peeing and peeing and peeing, her face towards the sky, told of the relief that was surging through her body. With a hand on her butt and the other holding her panty away from her crotch, she was literally enjoying her release, the best part after holding it for so long. Her stream was off the charts; I had never seen or heard anything like it before. The sound of her pee as it splashed on the ground covered with leaves was beyond words. I was awe struck to see just how much liquid was pouring out of her. The satisfaction of urinating after this long was so intense, she almost blacked out. The stream looked wider and more ferocious than it was before, she shivered in ecstasy as spasms of peegasm gripped her. She could feel her hole widening as more and more piss tried to escape. How that girl had managed to drink so much and then walk off normally was incredible. Three minutes had passed since she had started peeing, and there were no signs of her stopping anytime soon. She ignored the few cars speeding past, but when a group of lads appeared she clamped off her flow, adjusted her clothes and hurried back. Despite the gargantuan puddle she had left she still wasn’t able to fully relieve herself, but at least she had 'let the pressure off' enough to be able to get home. “Lets go,” she sighed , qucikly climbing back into the car, looking much more clam and composed than before. “Better?” I asked. “I still have to go but it’s much, much better, ” she answered, before we drove away. On the way back home, in my mind it felt as if all what had transpired today was a fantasy. I couldn’t word the joy and thrill I experienced on this trip. I had never felt so aroused before, but no later, remorse crept in. The thought of being unaware if Sneha made it or not made me restless. I wondered how she was riding home. Could she have endured the long journey to her house, without having a humiliating accident on the way? I visualized Sneha shaking with desperation as she sat on the back seat of the rickshaw, while the wet patch between her tightly crossed legs got bigger because she simply could not hold her pee any longer. In fact nothing so exciting happened. She was able to find a public loo. She quickly entered the ladies, she knew she didn’t have much time left. The loos were as filthy as ever but it didn’t matter now, she just wanted to pee. But to her dismay all the cubicles were occupied. She absolutely did not have any time to waste. Her only option was to use the gents room. But what if someone saw her? It was a risk she had to take. She contemplated her stakes, maybe this was her only chance to relive herself of an aching bladder, before she wet herself like a schoolgirl. She hurried past the corridor in a stout position, trying hard to keep all her hot steaming urine in just for a few more minutes. She entered the gent’s toilet in a mad rush, to find two cubicles at the very end. As she walked past the urinals to get there, a hot and long jet of pee escaped her. She was beginning to lose control. She had to pee NOW! Right then and there, Sneha ripped off her jeans and panties and unleashed an absolute gusher of a pee even before bending down. She sat down on the floor with her left leg in a squatted position while the right was still partially spread open. “Ahh..Oh my goodness” she gasped, as she finally experienced the lifesaving relief. The ferocity of the stream rushing out of her was proof enough that her bladder had come really close to bursting. Sneha was now fully exposed to anyone who might walk in to use the loos. She repeatedly tried to break her stream off so she could get to a cubicle but failed, it just won’t stop. It was fine because nobody else was there at the moment but she had to wrap it up quick. She had been continuously peeing for a minute now, making a gigantic puddle of beer piss on the floor, but the flow still wasn’t under her control. The sound of Sneha’s gusher trying to drill its way through the tiles was astounding. She always peed a torrent, but the pressure in her bladder produced the biggest blast she had ever managed. It had been a very close thing for her, she had almost lost it in the car but managed to hold it in somehow. Her ability to carry around a load this big in her bladder was really amazing. “Haa… I wanted that so badly…” she wailed , as her hot pent up piss jetted out like a fire hose, Then all of a sudden, a man walked in. He was taken aback by seeing a woman peeing on the floor of the men’s room, her naked bottom fully visible to him. Sneha quickly tried to stop urinating, so she could run out of there , but failed. Her bladder was still very full and she still had to go so much more. Her cheeks burned in embarrassment as she bent down her face to hide it. She did not want to make any eye contact. The man stood there awkwardly for a moment , thinking of what to do next, he then slyly walked past her to reach the urinals, accidentally stepping on Sneha’s puddle on the way. He was amazed at the pressure this girl was peeing with, he had never seen or heard anything like this before. He finished his pee, washed his hands and left, while Sneha was still in the very same position, peeing, peeing and peeing. It was unbelievable just how much was still coming out of her. The satisfaction was beyond this world. After ferociously peeing for 4 minutes and 37 seconds straight, her torrent finally came to a halt. She gave a few more long spurts before coming to the conclusion that her bladder was finally empty. She pulled her jeans back on and made a quick exit before anyone else could see her.
  15. Hi everyone, sorry for the long time away. Here is another story! I hope everyone likes it. It's also on Amazon Kindle here - http://www.amazon.com/Biggest-Bladder-City-Holditin-ebook/dp/B01DPW3Z74?ie=UTF8&*Version*=1&*entries*=0 And the rest of my stuff is on Kindle here - http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1?url=search-alias%3Ddigital-text&field-keywords=holditin Without further ado, here's Biggest Bladder in the City! I was on a date with my beautiful girlfriend Jaiya at the movies when we saw another couple in line for food. The cashier handed the girl an extra large drink and promptly her boyfriend made some comment, “Well Prahi, seems you will need to visit the loo before the movie even ends!” The girl looked back at him and laughed, “Oh, I know you’re joking Hans. We both know you’re going out with the girl with the biggest bladder in all the city!” Seeing a good opportunity, I instantly began needling Jaiya, “So, seems you’ve got some competition, huh? When was it you last relieved your tank again?” Jaiya stared at the other couple with annoyance for a few seconds longer before answering, “I let it out this morning at 6. You know a morning pee is all I need, honey!” My girl was also clutching an extra large soda, and I pointed out that she seemed to be on even terms with Prahi. “Pfft! I’ll bet that cow already had a piss with her lunch just a couple hours ago! Whatever, I won’t even look at a sign for toilets until I see her go!” Jaiya’s pride was quick to make its presence felt, even though it was now 3 pm – 9 hours since Jaiya’s strong bladder had gotten a relief. I knew she was serious about her self-imposed challenge and was looking forward to the show! It was not often that Jaiya pushed herself so hard as to actually get desperate, so I was hoping that Prahi was not bluffing to her man. We entered our theater, the same as Prahi and Hans by luck, and Jaiya started sucking down her soda before the previews even began. Prahi was doing the same a few rows down, which all but encouraged Jaiya to drink with more haste. The movie wasn’t 15 minutes old when Jaiya put down her cup for the final time. “Done. All in, none coming out.” Jaiya said simply. Prahi was still working on her drink, we saw, but seemed no worse for wear from it. Another hour passed and Jaiya nudged me, “Can I have a sip of your drink?” My large bottle of water was only a quarter gone, but I knew Jaiya was playing a dangerous game with already so much liquid inside. “Are you sure you can handle it?” I pressed her, pushing the drink to her hand. Jaiya lifted her shirt briefly to let me see the big bulge of her bladder, “Hah! See, I’m already handling quite a lot without complaint. Besides, I’m so thirsty, and a girl shouldn’t change her drinking habits just to soothe her aching bladder.” Before I could protest, Jaiya had downed half of my water. She handed me the cup, shivered, and was still. By 5:30 the movie had come to an end. Prahi hadn’t left her seat and neither had Jaiya, and both girls had clearly drunk an enormous amount of fluids. I knew my girl could hold longer, but it was clear she was hoping Prahi would end this hold and use the bathrooms after the movie. I looked close and saw Prahi was definitely standing and walking with her legs close, and her abdomen was jutting out, but she didn’t stop at the women’s room for a relief. Nonplussed, Jaiya also passed up an opportunity to use the restroom, though I could see her bladder was bulging painfully now with near 12 hours of built up pee! Hans and Prahi went next to the mall right by the theater, so of course we followed. We tried not to be obvious, but we had to see that Prahi was not sneaking off to pee. They stopped at a food vendor and Prahi picked up another drink, so of course Jaiya stopped right after to get a bottle of tea. This tea wreaked havoc on her bladder on the best day, but she wanted to show she was the strongest and could outhold Prahi even with disadvantages. Both girls finished their drinks quickly, and Prahi and Hans went to the clothes section for Prahi to try on lots of tiny outfits. We kept our distance, but Jaiya did the same thing. Time passed and finally it was 8 pm. Now Jaiya was majorly annoyed. I could tell she had to take a piss…bad. But her pride was refusing to let her, even with a bladder now exploding outwards from her belly due to the tea. Prahi had been pee dancing for an hour but still made no move for the toilets, which were right next to the changing rooms. Then, just as Jaiya entered the changing rooms again to try on a pair of low yoga pants, I saw Prahi dart out and into the bathroom. She came out a couple minutes later looking relieved as ever, and I saw her bladder bulge was gone completely. So it was a lie! She didn’t have the biggest bladder in the city by far! Just then Jaiya came out, and I made a fun decision. Jaiya was stamping her feet around and was fidgety, clear signs that her bladder was causing her lots of trouble, so I pointed to Prahi and said, “Look, Jaiya, after all this time she has stopped her pee dancing and is standing and talking normally. Face it; her bladder is just too strong for you.” Jaiya was too distracted by her mammoth stretched bladder to notice Prahi’s flat abdomen, and gritted her teeth responding, “She will break soon, and I will not at all. It is still hours I can last, even as full as I am. I’ve trained myself to ignore such urges for relief.” I pushed the issue, “Is that so? Seems to me you cannot even stand straight up and relax like a lady should. You should go and pee to keep yourself comfortable.” Jaiya’s eyes burned at me as she said, “That is ridiculous. I am comfortable enough just like this and do not need to let this pressure out to act normally. After all, it has been only 14 hours and I am used to lasting much longer than this at a stretch.” The words were music to my ears! Jaiya made a point to unbend her knees and keep her legs apart, though she was absolutely sweating with the effort to remain normal and unbothered! Finally at 10 pm the mall was closing, and Jaiya had to concede that we would not see Prahi use the toilet before having to retire for the night. We passed Prahi and Hans on our way to our car and by chance overheard them talking about meeting for a bus tour the following morning. Jaiya knew the location of the bus tour and her eyes lit up. “Probably Prahi is one of those girls who doesn’t even take a before bed pee or a morning pee when she wakes! She’ll still be full when she sets foot on the bus tomorrow. If I just hold until the bus trip, I know I can beat her still!” I knew Jaiya’s bladder capacity was ridiculous, but this was something else! “Jaiya, try to understand, you will be going on the bus with a 24 hour bladder! It is impossible. You will wet yourself without a doubt.” I told her sternly. But she was resolute, “Don’t be stupid. I will take a pill to fall right asleep tonight, and you know me. After my morning urge to pee out the flood, it dies down for a while. It won’t be a problem to reach at least 30 hours.” I could only nod as we drove back to her house. Amazingly, the night happened just as Jaiya predicted. She fidgeted rather madly when exiting the car and entering her own apartment, but quickly took her sleeping pill, pulled me into bed with her, and fell asleep without a toilet trip. I could feel her massive tankard of a bladder in her abdomen as she slept, piss swirling inside and boiling to get out. The next morning we got up and Jaiya was beside herself with desperation. Her morning piss pressure was almost too much for her, already having been denied since the previous morning. Only her determination to upstage Prahi kept her from rushing to the loo. Instead she gripped the sides of the bed and sweat with effort. I still neglected to tell her about Prahi’s pee at the mall, nor the good possibility that she had taken a morning pee today already. Jaiya made us stop on the way to the bus stop to grab a coffee, even though I told her that would surely bust her 24 hour bladder. “I told you it could reach 30 comfortably, and I’m not going to cut down on my drinking even a little. That shows weakness to Prahi, and I am too strong and too much of a lady for that!” Jaiya responded. We reached the bus stop just in time. I saw Prahi and Hans stepping on, and again Prahi’s abdomen was flat as a board, so she had taken her morning pee! But Jaiya saw nothing, as she was parking the car and finishing her coffee. We made it onto the bus with seconds before it left, and took a seat a few back from Hans and Prahi. Hans handed Prahi a bottle of water as the bus left, so instantly Jaiya pulled her own from her bag. “Are you crazy?? You don’t need to match her drinking that. You’ve already had a coffee!” I said to my girl. I didn’t want her to wet on the bus seat, after all! Jaiya looked at me fiercely, “Does she look like a girl who would not have a coffee in the morning?? Of course not, don’t be dumb! If she has that water and I don’t, she is ahead of me. I will go drink for drink with her. I can take it!” Jaiya began sipping, but I noticed her legs were crossed tight enough to press a diamond. She was having real problems holding her pee, but wouldn’t admit to such a thing. We continued the ride and the bus stopped at 9 am for a rest stop. Hans and Prahi were some of the only passengers who didn’t get off to have a relief, as the bus had no bathroom, and indeed Prahi was the only girl who did not exit, besides my Jaiya of course! 27 hours had passed since Jaiya had pissed, but she had told me multiple times that she was good for 30, so I this time did not question it. Prahi pulled out another bottle of water as the bus departed again, and Jaiya nearly choked getting her own second bottle down as well. I’d never seen her bladder so round and firm before, and I knew it was taking every ounce of her willpower not to hold her own crotch with both hands. Instead she simply gripped the sides of her dress and moaned. The next rest stop came at noon, and now Jaiya had hit her self-proclaimed limit of 30 hours of holding. “That bitch has been holding for 24 hours now, of course she will have to run off and pee!” Jaiya said triumphantly. But of course the truth was Prahi had only 6 hours separating her from her last pee, and while she was no bladder queen it was clear she had a large tank, so she made no move to get up from her seat. Jaiya’s spirit nearly broke when she realized Prahi was not availing herself to the toilets. “That bitch! How can she expect me to hold normally after 30 hours?!? It is so hard to keep in now!” she moaned to me. “You could just go and end the torture,” I told her, but Jaiya shook her head. “I won’t let her humiliate me like that. I’ll just have to keep my sphincter dammed up as long as it takes. Gosh I have to pee so bad!” The ride continued with Jaiya doing everything possible to keep control of her quivering bladder. It was bulged out to obscene proportions now, and she confided softly in me that she would not be able to stay in command of her twitching sphincter much longer. “You are strong! Don’t let her beat you!” I egged her on, and Jaiya nodded and resumed holding with double crossed legs and a hand tightly gripping her pussy. We hit some bumpy roads and I was sure that it would make Jaiya lose control, but she pressed it shut and kept it in valiantly. At 4 pm we took the final rest stop. There was no doubt that Jaiya would have to use it after 34 hours without. “My bladder feels like a lead weight in my abdomen with all the piss it is containing! I have never been this full, I am sure!” she told me between hasty breaths. And even still, she would not get up if Prahi didn’t. Prahi, I’d noticed, had been sitting with her legs closer together as of late, and after all it had been 10 hours since she’d taken a pee break, but I didn’t really expect her to need it. But I saw Hans asked her to accompany him, and after a slight debate she shrugged and nodded. Jaiya nearly screamed with relief just at that, and she bolted up from her seat after Prahi. I followed and watched as Prahi walked normally into the women’s bathrooms at the rest stop, followed by Jaiya, who was hobbling along for all she was worth, clutching desperately at her pussy beneath her flowing dress, trying to make sure that not even one drop escaped her aching abdomen early. Two minutes later Prahi was out of the women’s room, and it was a further two minutes before Jaiya was out. She finally looked calm and proper again, though we had to hurry not to miss the bus, such was the length of her pent up piss! When we were seated, Jaiya looked at my strangely and told her tale, “It was odd. I went into the stall more desperate than I have ever been in my life. I was sure Prahi would have a 30 hour gusher to let go of as well, so I held and held to make sure she went first, even once we were in our stalls. When I heard her stream hit the water, I let mine go, and I couldn’t even hear hers over the splashing I was making for a good minute. You should have seen the pressure my piss was leaving with! It really did want to get out of there! Then I slowed my stream and heard that she was already trickling dry, and once she left I started spraying like crazy again. It was definitely a two liter pee! Probably more! But hers….hers couldn’t have been more than one liter at maximum. I don’t understand….she didn’t go for so long! We watched her!” It was then that I finally gave up the ruse, “Jaiya, I must admit I lied to you. I saw her go at the mall yesterday, and she had no bulge in her bladder region this morning, so I believe she had taken a morning pee as well. But I have never seen you in such a state! You are so good at holding it in your bladder that I wanted to see how far you would go!” Jaiya first looked angry, then smiled, “You know, I do have a bladder of steel! I guess that means that even I outheld the biggest bladder in the city three times over! That’s quite an accomplishment, even for someone with iron control like me!” “That’s right! But I hope this isn’t the last time you show me that iron control! I want to see your bladder bulge and strain regularly!” I told her. “Don’t worry, honey! That’s my special talent!” Jaiya said as the bus pulled away.
  16. I apologize for the lack of activity lately, but I've been going through a lot of different medical issues (none of which are related to my bladder luckily). I've been under the weather and recovering the last week, but I'm still going to share a story that I'm sure you'll love. Now I've told this story before on EP (Experience Project if you're familiar with it) before they got all weird and started deleting anything pee related. In the fall of 2013, I had ruptured a disc in my back. Let me tell you, it's not fun. It was pressing on just the right nerve to the point where I couldn't sit, stand, let alone walk. So I spent many a day confined to the floor. It was the only way I could find any relief from the pain. So when the day came in October (I believe, if my memory serves me right), I was more than happy to have the surgery done to correct the problem. I wasn't allowed to eat or drink anything 12 hours beforehand and I was prepped for the OR at 10:45 that morning. I don't remember much. I remember my mom waving goodbye as they wheeled me out of my room and then the next second, I was groggily coming out of a trance in the recovery room. The lack of pain in my back was suddenly interrupted by the sudden burst of pain in my bladder. Let me tell you guys something: I've had my share of full bladders, but none of them were anything remotely close to this. I was lying on my back in one of those surgical gowns with my legs apart. It's not like they were in stirrups or anything like that, but it's just how they had set me down. My bladder felt like a balloon. I immediately panicked as the desperation set in. I'd never been in a situation like that before. I know they have nurses for this sort of thing, but hey, I was shy... It's not like I'd ever intentionally peed in front of anyone before. Luckily (or unluckily at the time), I wasn't the only one in this predicament. The woman beside me in her own recovery bed (a cute brunette, maybe mid to late thirties) was also complaining to the nearby nurse about how bad she had to pee. The nurse, arriving at her side to check on her, told her to do the best she could and that she'd be back in a second. This woman had her hands buried in crotch, her eyes shut, legs wiggling. I wanted to enjoy it (not that I didn't a little bit), but the pains wracking my own bladder were making it difficult. When the nurse returned and handed her one of those plastic urinal things, I was amazed at what came out of her. I wish I could've seen it, but she hid the container beneath her gown and let loose. Hand to God, it sounded like a pressure washer hitting that plastic jug. The look on her face said it all. I really thought I was going to wet myself as I sheepishly requested my own urinal to use. By the time I had gotten my own, the woman beside me was just finishing up. I don't know how much those things can hold, but it was about a quarter of the way from the top full when the nurse took it back. I remember her saying, "Wow, you really did have to go." I wasn't as lucky. I tried to pee as hard as I could, but not a single drop dare escaped from my bladder. It really bothered me. I'd wet myself before on occasion back then and peeing outside was never a problem, but lying there in that bed was apparently my weakness. Unable to perform, I lay back, kept my legs pressed tight together, and waited until they moved me into my own private recovery room. I remember the nurse pushing me in, checking my vitals, and giving me a run down of all the things I needed to do before they'd clear me to leave. Responsiveness to light and audio cues? Check. Able to stand on my own? Check. No numbness or disorientation? Check and check. And then she said what my bladder was craving. Ability to urinate? I handed her the empty jug and said, blushing (I knew I was, I can always feel when I am...) that I wasn't able to in the other room. She smiled and gestured towards the bathroom attached to the room. "Best not keep you waiting then. I'm sure you need it." There's no real way to describe that pee. It actually took some time to get started what with the fiddling around with the gown and all. But once I got my dick out, aimed it at that toilet, and finally FINALLY got my bladder to quit locking up, it was absolutely orgasmic. I didn't even bother to force it out like I sometimes do when I really have to go. I just let it flow out, a slow and loud stream that bubbled endlessly in the bowl. I know I moaned. I just couldn't help it. It was really THAT good. Minutes ticked by as it continued to pour out of me until it finally subsided with a few dribbles and squirts. It was over. By far the most desperate, most needed, and lengthiest pee that I've ever endured. Flushing the toilet, I emerged from the bathroom and nearly ran into the nurse who was still in the room. Having forgotten about her in my moment of need, I flushed a dark tint of red. I'm not used to letting people hear and often do whatever I can to mask the noise. She smiled again, no judgment in her eyes. "You did have to go. But hey, that's the last thing I needed. Looks like you're good to go whenever you parents come to get you." My bladder ached for the rest of the afternoon, but it was a much-needed change from the pain that used to throb in my back and upper thigh. So yeah, that's my story. Again, sorry about the lack of activity lately, but once I'm feeling better, there'll be more things to come. Thanks for reading and (as always) do enjoy!
  17. 20180930_002153.mp420180930_002328.mp4Hey ! i'm back ? Those 3 videos show you the building up of my desperation with a lot of pee dance and bladder bulge. 20180930_004120.mp4 Contains glimpses of nudity (sorry but I really had to grab my thing not to make a mess on the floor :$ ) Hope you like it ! Looking foward your feedback, suggestions and requests (can't promise anything though, i just moved with 3 roomates which drastically limit my kinky playground ..) 20180930_002153.mp4 20180930_002328.mp4
  18. Collie Winters walked into the Newport County Police Station one July afternoon, ready for her first day at her new job. Months of training had been successfully completed, and Collie was ready to become the newest member of the Newport County Police Department. All she had to do was fill out a few pieces of formal paperwork tonight, and tomorrow her on the job training would begin! She strode up to the front desk to introduce herself, but just then a buxom female cop came out from a back room and began talking to the receptionist behind that very desk. “Another day at the office finally done!” the cop told the receptionist, “And not a moment too soon. I’ve been bursting for the pot for hours now.” The receptionist nodded, “I can tell Bev! Looks like you’re about to spring a leak!” She pointed to the woman officer’s lower abdomen, where a distinct bladder bulge could be seen peeking out over the top of her tight black uniform pants. Collie Winters couldn’t help but stare as she saw that bulge. A closeted lesbian, as well as a girl with a very big bladder fetish, Collie was both astounded and incredibly turned on by the sight. She dropped all pretense of walking up to the receptionist and simply continued to look on at the cop’s distended bladder. Her obvious staring did not go unnoticed by the other two women. “Hey Bev,” the receptionist said in a low voice, “I think you’ve found an admirer. Poor girl’s been salivating looking at your crotch for the last 30 seconds.” Bev nodded knowingly, replying, “Oh, I don’t think it’s my crotch she’s looking at.” The female cop rubbed her hands over her bladder for a moment, and the receptionist saw Collie twitch with excitement as she did. “Christ, you’re right! She’s in love with your bladder!” The receptionist hissed to Bev. “A girl after my own heart!” Bev agreed with a laugh, “Now watch her after this.” The woman officer walked calmly to the far side of the room, entered a door clearly marked as a female lavatory, and intentionally forgot to shut it. All of a sudden a loud hissing noise began to come from behind the door, as the cop was no doubt experiencing an amazingly relieving piss. Collie could feel her panties getting wetter and wetter, but it wasn’t from pee. Her face also turned beet red as she noticed the receptionist staring at her, and Collie quickly went up to her and began asking for the proper forms to fill out. Bev’s torrent continued unabated while Collie received the forms, and she was so weak at the knees that she could barely walk to a chair to sit and begin working on the forms. In fact, Bev’s stream might have continued until after Collie was done with the paperwork, except for the fact that the girl was unable to properly concentrate with the clattering sound of pee jetting into the side of the toilet bowl coming mere feet from her. After what seemed like an age to Collie but was probably a good five minutes, the sound finally trickled to a halt and the cop came out of the lavatory. She bade the receptionist a good night, walked past Collie, almost didn’t acknowledge her, but then turned and said, “I’ll see you tomorrow, rookie,” before leaving out the door. It took Collie Winters a very long time to complete the papers. The next morning at 7 am sharp, Collie Winters arrived at the station for her first day of training. With a glint in her eye, the receptionist told the girl that she’d be paired up with Beverly Johansson, an experienced female officer whom would surely teach the girl everything she needed to know. Collie gulped in surprise and excitement, wondering if it was indeed the same “Bev” from the previous evening. She needn’t have worried, as just then Bev herself walked into the station and approached her. “Seems they’ve got me showing you the ropes, kid. Don’t worry, you’ll do fine. Here, drink this and meet me by my squad car in 10 minutes. You can’t miss it. It’s the only one parked out back.” Beverly Johansson handed the new recruit a large coffee from a carrier she was holding. Three remained on it, and Beverly next passed one of them out to the receptionist. “See you soon,” the cop said, going into a back room with the remaining two coffees. Precisely 9 and a half minutes later the women reconvened at Beverly’s squad car. “Get in,” Beverly said, popping open the doors, and Collie sat down in the passenger seat. She noticed that Beverly still had the two coffees, and the officer placed both of them in between the seats and took her place behind the wheel. The confident copper picked up one of the coffees and promptly drained it, chugging for 30 seconds until it was empty, then tossed the container in the back. “Alright, we’ve got some different areas we need to hit today, so let’s get going.” Beverly said, peeling out of the parking lot. They went to a nearby parking lot and Officer Johansson showed Collie all the different radios and switches present on the inside of the squad car, all the while sipping at the second coffee. By 8 am they had gone over everything, and Beverly’s second coffee container now sat empty and crumpled in the backseat with the first. Naturally this meant it was time to stop at the local donut shop before continuing, and Beverly got three more coffees there, offering Collie one of them. She politely declined, never having been the biggest coffee drinker, and Officer Johansson replied, “Suit yourself,” and began working on her 3rd coffee of the day. After patrolling the streets for 2 hours, Beverly Johansson had finished all three large coffees, bringing her total for the day to 5. Collie was impressed, and was trying to keep her excitement about the predicament they would surely be causing the older woman’s bladder at bay. Beverly seemed to be on the same page, and addressed the issue that was on both of their minds, “Ok rookie. Now you’ll notice that I’ve drank a lot so far today. I like to keep myself properly hydrated throughout the course of the day, keep my energy up, the like. But one thing that I do not like to do, and that we certainly will not be doing, is making any pit stops. Catch my drift? Our male comrades may be able to just whip it out and take a twenty second stop at the side of the road, but you’ve gotta be extra tough to be a female cop. Luckily I’m very well-trained in this area, and all those coffees won’t be causing me any problems. But if you can’t hold it as well, you might find yourself doing a lot of leg crossing on this job.” “Sounds like you’ve got a bladder of steel,” Collie ventured nervously. She awaited the older cop’s response, and Beverly did not disappoint. “You’re right about that, kid. You know, my mother always used to joke that I should have been a banker, cause my bladder is like my own personal vault. It’s just that it holds gold liquid instead of gold bars. But make no mistake about it. Whether it’s working multiple shifts back to back, staying up all night, or being in an hours-long stakeout, my bladder remains shut.” They continued on for the rest of the day, with Beverly giving Collie a rundown of this and that, but all the while the older officer seemed to have a beverage attached to her. Whether it was the two sodas at their lunch stop or the four bottles of water in the afternoon, Beverly Johansson knew how to put away her drinks. And she was just as well-trained as she claimed to be, as Collie watched the waistband of Beverly’s pants get tighter and tighter throughout the day, her bladder expanding to outrageous proportions to contain all the liquid the cop had consumed. Finally at 6 at night, the squad car pulled into the police station’s parking lot, signaling the end of their shift. Beverly patted her bulging abdomen, telling the girl, “Now, there’s two things that make it a good day at the office for me. Getting to stretch my legs now that we’re done, and getting to take a good piss. Pees are something that middle school girls are desperate for 3 or 4 times a school day - tinkles if you will. But what I’m about to take is a policewoman piss.” With that, the two women entered the station, and Beverly made her way to the lavatory, distended abdomen and all, and, after chatting with the receptionist for a few minutes, took another of her 5 minute wets. The sound of it made Collie desperate to go herself, for she had not had one all day either and was starting to really need it, despite not having nearly as much to drink as the veteran cop, but she resisted the urge and decided to wait until she returned home, so that she could enjoy her full bladder a bit longer. This became a routine during the next month. Collie continued training under Beverly, learning the tricks of the trade, and all the while the older cop drank liters of fluid, kept from using the bathroom all day while out and on the job, and pissed gushers upon returning to the station. Once, near the end of their shift, Beverly had even chased down a petty thief with a swollen bladder. Due to the distraction, they ended up back at the station a half hour later than usual that night, and consequently Beverly’s piss took 5 and a half minutes instead of the usual 5. To Collie, every day at work became the epitome of excitement, watching Beverly consume huge quantities of beverages and refuse to stop for the bathroom, even when her protruding melon of a bladder made it quite obvious that she would enjoy a pit stop. But Beverly never appeared desperate to rid herself of her long-held waters, even the day she chased down that thief. And it made Collie sick with curiosity. She had to know the limit of her Beverly Johansson’s bladder! Finally it became too much for the young trainee to take. Regardless of the consequences, she had to know. And so one Sunday morning at 7 am Collie entered the Newport County Police Station with a pair of large coffees. One was for her, the other for Beverly. One was a regular coffee, but the other contained in it two dissolved diuretic pills. Collie gulped nervously as she saw Beverly come in a few minutes later, already clutching her carrier of four coffees, but there was no turning back for her now. “I got you some coffee, in case you wanted some extra,” Collie offered, gesturing to the diuretic-filled container. “Hey thanks! I knew you were useful for something,” Beverly joked. She gave one coffee from her carrier to the receptionist before replacing the empty spot with the tainted coffee. As she went into her office to prepare for the day, the female cop picked a coffee and began to drink, and Collie was astounded to note that it was the diuretic-filled one that she chose first! Collie was almost sweating with anticipation for the day to come, and couldn’t believe her plan had come together so easily, and without any sort of a hitch. Could the stubborn lady officer wait until the end of her shift as usual with the powerful diuretics making her kidneys pump ever-more liquid into her expansive bladder, or would she finally crack under the strain and take a pee while out? Collie honestly didn’t know, but she couldn’t wait to find out. They entered the squad car 15 minutes later to begin their day. Collie sipped delicately at her coffee, while Beverly had already drained two and was beginning a third. As they pulled out of the station, the young trainee made sure to get a lasting glance at Beverly’s midsection, to get a baseline to gauge her bladder’s progress throughout the day. It was slim and firm, but Collie knew that wouldn’t last. Their day continued as normal for a while, with Beverly Johansson gulping down her fourth coffee by 8:30 am and stopping for 2 more at the local donut shop. By 10 am the thirsty officer of the law had finished a total of 6 large coffees, including one laced with bladder-pumping diuretics, and the bulge of her bladder was obvious through her uniform. Still, it did not look much larger than normal, and Beverly was obviously showing no signs of having a problem holding the load. Collie was getting disheartened. Perhaps the diuretics hadn’t affected Beverly’s bladder at all. But as the hours progressed, it became clear that this was not the case. Beverly Johansson’s bladder began ballooning at a rapid rate as 11 am and noon came and went, and as the two women stopped for lunch at 1 pm, Collie couldn’t help but notice that Beverly’s bladder seemed as large as it was when she would relieve herself at the end of her shift. The experienced cop had shown no signs of the urge while in the squad car, but once out and on break for lunch, she finally commented, “Man, that coffee really went through me today! Feels like I’ve drunk twice as much as normal!” Collie nodded, but inside her mind was whirring as she realized there was a flaw in her plan. They had stopped at a local fast food joint for lunch, and of course there was nothing stopping Beverly from simply using the bathroom there, letting the diuretic fill her up again, and taking her normal pee after her shift. Collie desperately wanted to see her strong, commanding superior officer stretch herself to her limits, but at present Beverly Johansson had a way out…if she chose to use the fast food restaurant’s bathroom, that is. True to herself, Beverly ordered a large drink with her meal and began sucking it down. Collie marveled at the fact that she would still do that despite her growing pee need, and they ate their meals in relative silence. When they had finished, Beverly put her empty cup down and patted her stiff, firm abdomen, then asked her trainee, “My word, what was in that coffee you gave me, anyway? Did you spike it with something?” Collie’s face blanched immediately. All her color drained away as she realized she’d been found out. Beverly had known all along about the diuretic, had played her game, and now she was calling Collie out on it. Collie took a deep breath and began readying an apology in her head…and then Beverly continued, “What’s wrong with you? Haha I was only joking. Calm down kiddo. You gotta loosen up a little! I’d loosen up too, but then I might just be sitting on a wet squad car seat before we’re done.” It took Collie a second to realize what Beverly had said, and another second for her to begin breathing again, but slowly but surely she discovered that she had not been found out, and that she was not about to be thrown out of the force. She smiled nervously and asked Beverly, “Gee, is it really that bad? You don’t need to use the bathroom here, do you?” Collie knew this question was a gamble. On one hand, she was putting the idea of using the restaurant’s bathroom squarely in Beverly’s mind, but on the other, she was saying it in a way that almost issued a challenge – one that she hoped Beverly’s pride wouldn’t allow her to back down from. Beverly waved her hand absentmindedly, replying, “Naw, I’ve been in tough situations before, I’ll be fine. Probably just in my head anyway. I haven’t drank any more than usual.” Collie nodded in response, and soon the two women made their way back to the squad car. Soon the clock hit 2 pm, and by then Collie thought that Beverly had to be second guessing her decision not to pee in the restaurant. Her bladder was positively swollen now, the lower hem of her uniform top straining to contain it. The well-conditioned officer hadn’t made mention of her need again since they’d returned to patrolling the streets in the car, but Collie thought she was sitting much stiffer than before. Her strong legs were staying close together at all times. Collie knew a flood was building up inside Beverly’s strong bladder, but Beverly Johansson still gave no indication that she was going to let that flood break free any time soon. They had just turned onto a side street when a voice came over the radio. “Attention all officers! We have a hostage situation at the corner of Smithfield Street and Pleasant Avenue! I repeat, hostage situation at the corner of Smithfield and Pleasant! All officers report immediately!” Instantly Beverly Johansson lept into action. The car squealed to a halt, and Beverly turned it on a dime and floored the accelerator. The siren blared as they sped to the scene. Collie was trying hard not to freak out, but the enormity of the situation was getting to her. Hostages?! All units needing to report?! It sounded very serious, and all thoughts of Beverly’s expanding bladder were forgotten. In ten minutes they were there. The scene of the crime was the town’s bank. Squad cars were coming in seemingly every second. The road had already been cordoned off, and Collie thought there had to be nearly 20 officers on the scene. Beverly parked her car in line with the others, surrounding the bank’s front (and only) exit. Then she scanned the sea of officers, found who she was searching for, got out of the car, and went to talk to a greying man of about 50. Collie knew from her orientation that the man was their Chief of Police Jeff Ryerson, but she’d never actually spoken to him. Ryerson and Johansson spoke for a minute before Beverly came back to Collie and the car. “Ok kid, here’s your first taste of big league action,” Beverly told her, “There are gunmen in there, three of em. They’ve got about 30 people holed up in there, and of course they’re threatening to blow them to bits one by one unless we let them out of the bank with 10 million dollars. I’m all for just going in, calling the bluff of those rat bastards, and hauling them out one by one, but Ryerson’s the boss, and he can’t afford to take that chance. So he’s called in the hostage negotiator, which means until things get sorted, we stay put. The building stays surrounded until those cruddy robbers realize what they’re up against.” Trying not to shake with fear, Collie nodded and sat back down in their squad car. She didn’t think she was ready for this sort of thing, but the battle-hardened vet Beverly Johansson seemed as prepared as ever. She sat down next to Collie, pulled a bottle of water from under the seat, and began to drink. “So…what do we do until they decide to give up?” Collie asked her. Beverly just gave her a smirk. “We wait.” For the first hour of the hostage crisis, Collie Winters was hopped up on adrenaline. For the second hour, she was going out of her mind with boredom. The hostage crisis had certainly sounded exciting, and Collie realized there were lives at stake, but playing the waiting game was driving her crazy. The negotiator had arrived on scene and spoken with the robbers, but so far no progress had been made other than the fact that no one had been shot yet. All in all, Collie was ruing the fact that there was nothing she could do to contribute besides sitting in the musty squad car, twiddling her thumbs until the time came for the baddies to get arrested. By 5 pm she was nearly climbing the walls, but then Collie noticed something. Beverly Johansson, who had been sitting stoically next to her this entire time, now had her legs crossed. And Collie thought it was her imagination at first, but after prolonged staring she realized that her trainer was actually rubbing her legs together as well! All the thoughts of filling Beverly’s mammoth bladder came flooding back to the teenager, and she began to feel both incredibly guilty and incredibly turned on. Beverly’s outstanding composure had kept Collie from seeing her full bladder agony all this time, but finally she was beginning to give in to her urge and fight it openly. Collie sat for 15 more minutes in silence, but Beverly could not keep her legs still. Collie had to say something, for the tension that was building inside her at the thought of how full Bev’s bladder was becoming was getting to be too much for the young officer-in-training to take. “You ok?” she managed meekly, directing her gaze at her superior’s thighs, now in constant motion. “Me? Erm…yeah, just trying to stay focused. I feel like I’ve got to piss a bloody quart though. I think it’s because this is when our shift is normally done, so my mind is playing tricks on me, but still, damn, I’ve never had to go this bad on the job before.” If there was one thing Beverly Johansson was not, it was prudish, and Collie thanked her lucky stars that the older woman was admitting and talking about her need so freely. However, the level of sexual excitement building in Collie also made it difficult for her to focus on responding. It was a full minute before she replied, “A gallon.” Beverly turned towards her, “What?” Collie smiled a little as she repeated, “A gallon. You said you need to piss a quart, but personally I’m sure you’re holding a gallon in there.” The girl had looked in Beverly’s eyes briefly, but 95% of her attention was now being paid to the lady cop’s jutting, bursting abdomen. Surely the diuretics were working overtime to fill such a cavernous space. Beverly paused for a moment, then began to laugh, softly at first, but then growing in intensity, “Hahahahaha, kid, you are something else. I like the way you think. A gallon indeed!” Beverly continued to belly laugh until abruptly stopping, squeezing her legs tightly together as she did and wincing in pain. After a few seconds, she recovered and said, “Maybe that’s enough with the jokes for now. I don’t know how much laughter I can handle at a time like this.” And so the waiting game continued. 6 pm stretched into 7, which stretched to 8, and all the while Beverly’s bladder did more stretching than the cop surely thought was possible. Collie was downright amazed by Beverly’s ability to withstand the pain of her aching organ, as well as to have the muscle control to hold her flood inside, even as it grew in volume with each passing minute. The tough woman officer’s composure had slowly been whittling away as the evening wore on. Crossed legs and shaking thighs at 5 pm had given way to a more curled up, elbows on her knees position by 6:30, which had transitioned to more rapid thigh-shaking. By 8 pm, Beverly was fanning her legs desperately and more often than not holding three fingers to her crotch. She’d also been forced to undo the top button of her uniform pants. The embarrassment she’d felt from this had made her put it off for hours, Beverly had confided to Collie just after popping the button free, but her bulging bladder had reached a stage where it needed the extra room or it would blow. Collie watched in awe, lulled by her sexual haze, as Beverly craned her neck in vain, hoping for some action to put an end to this torturous stakeout. “You know when I last took a piss, kid?” Beverly’s voice snapped Collie to attention. “What?....” was all the girl was able to manage. Being face to face with a sweaty, iron-bladdered dream woman in closed quarters was taking away her ability to string together sentences. “I asked if you knew when I last took a piss. But of course you don’t know. I just felt like telling you. Maybe the thought of how long it’s been will give me the strength to keep from flooding my patrol car.” Beverly said through gritted teeth, though she managed a smirk at that last comment. She continued, “It was before I fell asleep. 9 pm. I haven’t taken a piss in nearly a full freaking day! Can you believe that? Hell, I always knew I had some serious capacity, but I’m even impressed by that.” Collie was sure she responded with something semi-witty, because after she had finished speaking Beverly gave a little laugh through her bladder pain, but the younger girl had no idea what words had come to her lips. She was too busy ogling her superior’s sweaty, breathtaking abdominal bulge. Beverly gave a moan of agony from her state of pure bladder fullness, and then they both heard it. The radio, which had been silent for hours as the negotiator tried to work some magic with the gunmen, crackled to life. “All units, move in! Repeat, all units, move in! Negotiations have failed. We’re going in!” Quick as a flash Beverly Johansson had her gun in hand and was out of her squad car. Collie scrambled to follow suit, and she came around the rear of the squad car so that she was behind the experienced officer. All told, it appeared as though all 20 or thereabouts officers were converging on the bank’s front entrance. Surveillance of the bank had revealed that the gunmen had managed to rig every other entrance with low grade explosives, but evidently they had been too busy with the hostages to rig the most important doors of all. Officers began pouring through the front doors after blowing off the locks, with Beverly and Collie near the end of the pack. That owed more to Beverly being unable to take large steps than due to any hesitation she had about going into battle. Collie, on the other hand, refused to move from behind her trainer. Not only was she afraid for what lay ahead, but she was also worried that she had sabotaged Beverly by plying her with so many diuretic-laden drinks. How could such a trivial experiment have gone so wrong?!? The two women made their way through the dimly lit bank corridors. The hostage takers had had the forethought to shoot out all the lights. Every minute or two a few shots would ring out, but the police officers were clearly winning the fight. Collie saw one injured perp get dragged from the scene as the officers overpowered him, then a second. The last criminal was holed up in the second level of the bank, but he apparently had the hostages locked there with him, so getting to him would be a struggle. Beverly and Collie approached the main staircase, flanking the rest of the officers. Ryerson, the police chief, was speaking in low tones to another officer as they plotted out a strategy to take down the final intruder. Suddenly, shots rang out! The policemen scattered. Collie dove for cover, ending up behind a wall on the other side of the staircase entrance. Then she heard a groan. Looking to her right, Collie saw Beverly hunched over, hands clasped against her lower belly. Collie frantically glanced around. Only she and Beverly had dove to this side. All the remaining officers were behind the wall on the opposite side of the staircase, and before she could yell for help, they began rushing up to the second level, determined to take out the final hostage taker. Collie crawled over to Beverly. “Oh my gosh, are you hurt??? I’ll get someone…I’ll…” Beverly shushed her and slowly removed her hands. To Collie’s great relief, there was no blood, only Beverly’s behemoth of an abdomen. “Fuck, it hurt so much to dive over here. I landed straight….on my bladder.” The veteran officer breathed shakily. Her hands continued to rub the stretched skin that surrounded her aching bladder. Then Beverly squeezed her legs tight to fight off a spasm against her weakening sphincter. It seemed to take all of her resolve to remain dry as she squatted down against the wall. She pulled Collie close and whispered, “Where did everyone else go?” Collie motioned to the staircase. “They went for the gunman.” Beverly regarded this for a second before moaning in pain once more. She regained her composure, barely, legs spazzing and fanning with reckless abandon as she fought to control her bladder muscles for a few moments more. “They all left for the second floor?” Beverly asked shortly, taking quick breaths now. It seemed to Collie as if she was clenching every muscle in her body every second or two to remain in control of her overworked sphincter. Collie peered out, saw no one, and nodded that they were alone. “But, why?” she asked her superior officer. Beverly let out her loudest groan yet as more bladder spasms ripped through her, then replied quietly, “Because I need to take a piss and I’m going to do it right here!” She grabbed at the sides of her uniform pants and began to tug them down. Collie’s eyes widened at the thought of the flood that she was about to witness. It was sure to eclipse every piss she’d ever heard Beverly take after a shift, and the young trainee was going to see it all firsthand! At that moment, there was one final burst of gunfire, and then officers began jogging back down the steps. Beverly frantically pulled her uniform pants back up, still unrelieved. There was a look of pure terror in her eyes as she realized that she was no longer alone, and no longer able to do the thing that her body had been screaming at her to do for hours now. With as much composure as she could muster, Beverly Johansson marched back into line with the rest of the officers, Collie just behind her, having just cut off the piss of her life before it had even started. The officers exited the bank, Ryerson at the tail end with the bloodied and battered final gunman in handcuffs. The freed hostages followed, bellowing with joy. Some of the police stayed to clean up the scene and get information from the hostages, but Collie and Beverly were not among them. They had already been kept for hours past their allotted shift time, and thankfully Ryerson simply wished them a good night as they strode past him and to their squad car. Beverly was doing her best to keep her stoic front as she got to the car, but Collie knew better. The woman was keeping her bladder controlled by the final remnants of her willpower and sphincter strength, nothing more. Her composure was hanging by a thread. They entered the car and Beverly immediately began clutching herself hard between her legs. “Fuck!....I should have pissed there while I had the chance! I can’t hold it! I need to piss somewhere, anywhere!” Beverly was grinding her ass into the seat and bouncing up and down as she held on. Collie could tell Bev was pushing past any limits the veteran cop thought she had. She was entering uncharted waters, and if she wasn’t careful, those waters would be all over the seat of her car. “Do you want to go back to the station?” Collie asked, loving every second of Beverly’s plight but also not wanting the woman to embarrass herself. Beverly shot her a crazy look, “No way, it’s too far! I’ll never make it! There’s gotta be a restaurant with an open bathroom around here! Let’s just go! I really can’t wait!” With that, the lady cop pried one hand from her crotch, put it on the wheel, put the squad car in drive, and hastily pulled out of the bank parking lot and onto the main road. Her knees were knocking together and the car’s speed was sputtering because she needed to bounce her foot instead of keeping it steadily on the gas pedal. Desperately Beverly’s eyes careened from one side of the road to the other and back, searching for an open restaurant, bar, store, anything with a toilet so that she could relieve herself. Closed, closed, closed, everything they went past was closed for the night. Beverly yelled in dismay as the search grew fruitless. Then, at the end of the block, she spotted a building with its lights still on. The female cop stepped down on the gas, sped in front of it, and performed the best parallel park job Collie had ever seen from someone who was clearly not focusing even an iota on making sure the car was aligned with the sidewalk. Beverly steeled herself as the car stopped, rubbed her mammoth abdomen in a vain attempt to calm it down, put her hand over her vagina once more, and then finally exited the car with shaking steps. Collie watched from the passenger’s seat. Beverly made her way unsteadily to the front door of the restaurant, but as she reached it, the owner came out to put out the closed for the night sign. The windows were up, so Collie couldn’t hear too well, but she saw Beverly gesturing frantically towards the door, then to her crossed legs, but the store manager wouldn’t budge. He shook his head at her and pointed her back to the squad car. Beverly stamped her feet in dismay, pee dancing on the spot, trying to find some way to convince the man to let her inside to use their toilet. He continued to shake his head, so in a last ditch effort Beverly lifted her top just enough for him to see the all-encompassing fullness of her bladder, then reached out and took his hand, placing it on her bulge. Collie managed to catch the words, “See?! It’s hard as a rock, you motherfucker! Now let me in there to piss it out!” because Beverly shrieked them at a higher pitch than Collie had ever heard from her before, but the owner of the restaurant held his ground. Slumping her head in defeat, Beverly pee danced back to the squad car, shaking with anger, dismay, and desperation, and sat down in the driver’s seat, her hand now balled up into a fist and jammed into her crotch to keep her waters at bay. “Where now?” Collie asked. It was all she could think of to say as she watched her normally cool and composed superior officer fight the battle of her life with her iron, hurting bladder. “Can’t…..hold…..it…..” Beverly grunted, face red with the effort she was putting into clenching herself shut. Collie looked at her and saw a defeated woman, a woman who had dared to think about peeing on the floor of a public building while her comrades continued to do their jobs, a woman who begged an arrogant business owner to use his facilities because she couldn’t hold it anymore, a woman who was done in by a simple diuretic in her morning coffee, and Collie realized that she couldn’t have that. She needed Beverly to be strong through it all, because that’s where the attraction lay for her. If Beverly lost control now, the entire experiment would be for naught. Collie decided to take a risk… “Beverly! Dammit, Bev! You’ve held it for this long! Don’t lose it now! Where can you go? Think! Do you live close to here?!” Collie shouted desperately at the twitching, vibrating woman sitting next to her, overcome with bladder agony. Beverly took a moment to acknowledge Collie, even as she yelled, but then turned to face her slightly and nodded, almost imperceptibly, to say that yes, her home was near their current location. “Then drive home! For the love of God, drive home and piss in your own toilet!” Collie didn’t know if such a stern approach would work with Bev’s bladder and psyche in such a fragile state, but then the older woman put the car back in drive and began speeding off down the main road, and Collie could only hope that her superior’s home was near. Five minutes later the squad car screeched to a halt in front of Beverly Johansson’s fine estate. Collie exited the car quick as a flash, determined not to miss any of what she was most certainly about to witness, and still Beverly, in her breathtaking desperation, managed to beat her out of the car. The lady cop was hobbling to her front door, moaning incoherently from the strain her heavy balloon of a bladder was being placed under. Beverly stopped at her front door, nearly popped right then and let loose on her doormat, and then summoned the last of her courage and bladder fortitude to double cross her legs, squat low to keep control, and finally get the key in the lock and open her door. “Fuck…fuck…fuck…” the veteran officer was mumbling to herself as she tap danced towards her bathroom, Collie following her every step of the way. They turned down one hallway, then another, and finally the bathroom was in sight. With a scream of joy, Beverly Johansson threw herself into her bathroom, tore her uniform pants down so quickly that they ripped, sat on her toilet, and let loose an amazing torrent of boiling, agonizing piss. Collie took one millisecond to steal a glance at a clock hanging on the wall to confirm that it was 9 pm, meaning that Beverly’s loud, hissing load that was currently streaming into the salvation of the toilet bowl had been contained inside of her for exactly 24 hours, diuretic and all. How Beverly Johansson had managed that, the young trainee would never know, and by the looks of things Beverly couldn’t believe it herself. She just kept rubbing the bulge in her abdomen, which remained impressive in size even after two minutes of splattering pee had emptied from it. Her bladder had been taxed to its max and survived, if only just. As Beverly’s long piss reached its fourth minute without showing a sign of stopping, Collie became aware of her own pressing need. While she hadn’t drank nearly as much as the veteran cop or had the added pressure of the diuretics, Collie had been without a restroom for 15 hours, and her well-trained bladder was suddenly beginning to rebel. Collie looked at Beverly, looked back at her own bladder bulge, looked at Beverly again, still sitting on the toilet in complete bliss, and decided that one more risk was in order. Without hesitation, Collie Winters sat down on top of Beverly’s thighs, facing the older woman and pressed up right against her, then released her own flood of pee in between both of their legs and into the toilet, where it mixed with Beverly’s still-emanating stream. Collie’s hiss was forceful in its own right, though clearly nothing compared to Beverly’s torrent. Beverly nearly got up and threw Collie off of her, but in a last ditch effort, the younger girl moved in and kissed her, passionately and with nothing but unmitigated desire. For five full seconds Beverly did not kiss back. She did not pull away or push Collie off, but she did not respond in kind. Then, as Collie breathed a mental sigh of relief to go with her physical one, Beverly gave in, melted into her arms, and kissed back firmly, both women seated on a single toilet, relieving a day’s worth of stress, tension, and most importantly, piss. Collie groped Beverly’s breasts gently while Bev’s hands went to Collie’s ass, and as both women moaned with pleasure, their pees finally ended, Collie’s after 3 minutes and Beverly’s after an astounding 7 minutes total. The women looked deeply into each other’s eyes, and Collie told her strong lady cop, “Now that, I’d say, was a policewoman piss.” Beverly smiled, chuckled, and gave her a sultry look. “Come on,” she replied, moving to get up while still holding on to Collie, “My bedroom is this way.”
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