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  1. What's your most embarrassing pee story? I'll start with mine. It's not technically mine, but it was still embarrassing for me. One time, My ex-girlfriend and I were driving on a long road trip and my girlfriend had to pee. I couldn't pull over because we were still miles away from the next exit, and for about 15 minutes, as soon as we got off the freeway, my girlfriend was complaining about having to pee her pants and demanded me to pull over right now. I told her we were off the freeway now and can search for a restaurant to go in the bathroom to, but my girlfriend told me she wouldn't make it and demanded to pull over to the side of the road now. I told her we were still in the middle of the street, but she shouted at me louder to pull over so she could pee right now and I just made a right turn to a local neighborhood and stopped to the curb. My girlfriend then got out the car and immediately pulled her pants down and squatted and started peeing on the sidewalk. She didn't even care that there were people watching, until a police car pulled up behind us and witnessed her peeing. She couldn't stop because she was still peeing, and by the time she finally stopped, the police officers had written her a $50 ticket for public urination. The officers even gave me a warning that the next time my girlfriend demanded me to do something like this, refuse her offer and just drive to a nearby building with a restroom. It was pretty embarrassing. What are your embarrassing pee stories?
  2. Hey there, everyone, BlueScreen here! Don't remember me? Not surprising! I post and then vanish into the abyss for years at a time. Oops. Anyways, I've been solo-developing an omorashi puzzle platformer over the past couple of weeks in the hopes of sharing a cool concept with you all. This definitely takes inspiration from other games, I don't even think I could name them all, but I have liked the idea of "girl pees into container, but the container is linked to her bladder, so in order to keep it from getting worse, she has to hold it." I always wished that I could find a game or simulator related to this, but never could, or at least not for free (I'm very cheap). So I made one. "Rain Drop is a librarian who discovers a map to an ancient pyramid. Her spirit of adventure gets the better of her and she quickly finds herself trapped pyramid, where the only escape is a series of puzzles. Upon entering the first chamber, the massive stone door scrapes shut and a gurgling sound echoes off the walls. A clear, dark puddle slowly spreads across the sandstone tiles from deep holes in the walls. As the water rises, Rain places a hand between her legs, 'I wonder if there's a bathroom in here, somewhere...'" There's a lot about this game that's still being revised, possibly even a last-minute change to parts Rain's character design, but I'm getting close to the later/middle stages of development. I was hesitant to post this, to be honest, as I wanted to have enough done to be unable to give up on it. How embarrassing would it be if I started this and never finished (*nervous laughter*)? Just wanted to seed some interest to fuel my work, hopefully this doesn't disappoint too much. Thanks for reading, keep an eye out in the next couple months in this thread (I've heard that lots of people use their own site or Twitter for updates, so maybe I'll explore that, too) and enjoy these screenshots from the in-progress game: *Mods, please let me know if this isn't the right thread for this kind of material, I wasn't sure if it belonged in the 'rpgs' section, as I believe has been suggested previously, since this is just a development thread for now. I'm more than happy to move it! -BlueScreen
  3. I haven't found good ideas for my other story, so I'm starting a new series I've been thinking about. The protagonist will introduce herself, so I don't have to. Author's note: Convincing people to do something they don't want to, especially in a sexual context, has no place in real life and should stay a fantasy. Don't be dicks. I'm posting the first "real" chapter as soon as possible. Regard this as a teaser. Enjoy 🙂 Prologue: On a mission Hi there. Name's Sam. Short for Samantha, not Samwise. I've never felt like a Samantha, all princess-y, so I'm going with Sam. I'm 21 years old, have brown hair and blue eyes, hm, what else... Oh yeah, and I like omorashi. Bet you never would have guessed that if you saw me. When I first realized it turned me on, I felt alone with it. But turns out there is a bunch of wonderful weirdos who are just like me. But still, there are not enough of us. Late one night, when I spent too much time in the dirtier part of the internet, I declared a mission for myself: To get as many people as possible to experience the joys and pleasure of omorashi, to spread the word about this fabulous fetish, to make the world a wetter place. Of course, most people would be weirded out if I just outright told them to try peeing their pants, so I have to be subtle and create situations where it actually seems like a good choice. Let me tell you, it works great every time. Sometimes, I even managed to convert previously vanilla people and introduce them to a world of desperation and relief, of peeing with pleasure. Some may even read this here and recognize themselves. I'm gonna share some of my favorite stories with you. I hope you enjoy reading them and feel the same kind of accomplishment I felt when I lived them.
  4. My best friend Maggie called me the other day with a suspiciously distressed tone in her voice that got me worried. After I asked what was wrong she said: “Samy, could you please, please, PLEASE, do me and my mom a big favor tomorrow?” Relieved that nobody had died I sighed and then, of course, I wanted to know what this favour was about. “My mother is coming back from her business trip tomorrow evening and I just realized that I can’t go pick her up because of my job interview!” Those were her words. For better understanding I should mention that an hour before she called, Maggie got an imprtant email for a last second job interview on the next day - which stared at 6pm, unfortunately the same time her mom was supposed to arrive at the train station. Tortured by a slight panick attack my best friend told me how she tried to convince her potentially future boss to move the interview on another day or at least a few hours earlier but due to scheduling issues it wasn’t possible. This was an important opportunity for Maggie that she couldn’t miss. “Can’t you ask somebody else in your family?” I tried my best to avoid doing this favour. The train station was over an hour’s drive away from my house and I had no intention to spend my friday night driving out of town, into the city to not only pick my friend’s mom up but then to also drive her home afterwards. Maggie’s family lives in the middle of nowhere, in a rural area far away from the city or any kind of modern(ish) civilisation, the return journey would’ve taken me more than half an hour longer because of the different roads I had to drive on. But of course I agreed to go pick her up in the end. Of course. Because I’m a good friend, I love Maggie and I’ve always had a good relationship with her mother too. “Oh thank you, thank you, thank you! I owe you something!”, my friend screamed over the phone followed by a deep apology for putting this “burden” as she said, onto me. And so, as promised, the next day right before 6pm, I walked inside the train station and waited for Maggie’s mother to finally appear. Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait long! We quickly spotted eachother in the distance and she greeted me by happily waving her hand. “Hi, Nelly!”, I told her. “Samuel! Oh, thank you so much for coming! I’m so sorry for making you do this!” She gave me a warm hug as a sign of gratitude. As I mentioned before, I always got along well with her. We’ve known eachother since I was a child and over the years she became like a second mother to me. I know, it sounds corny but that’s how it is. After the excitement of our reunion had settled I was ready to carry Nelly’s little suitcase out to the car as she said to me: “Wait! I’d like to buy you something to eat, Samuel, before we leave, as a thank you! I’m sure you didn’t have dinner yet!” She was right, but I politely refused. Nelly however insisted and since she clearly felt bad for making me drive all the way here I eventually accepted, hoping it would make her feel a little better. There was a little kiosk right outside the station where we then had a drink, ate a sandwich, all accompanied by a nice conversation between the two of us. Everytime Nelly and I talk I get reminded by how similar she and Maggie actually are. Black hair with bright blue eyes, the same dimples when they smile and a soft way of talking which emphasizes both of the girls’ overall friendlieness even more. It sometimes feels like I’m talking to a fifty year old copy of Maggie. Anyway, we didn’t spend to much time at the kiosk since we still had an almost two hour ride home in front of us. We went to the car, put her luggage in the trunk and drove off into the night. As we left the city and began to drive up the country road things got quiet. We were both exhausted, one more than the other, and so we spend most of our time silently lost in our own thoughts. Almost 45 minutes after we’d left the station I suddenly began to notice some nervous twiches coming from Nelly. I didn’t bother to ask at first for I was to focused on driving. It wasn’t until I heard a silent, almost repressed sigh coming out of her mouth where I finally realized that something wasn’t quite right, so I asked: “Is everything ok, Nelly? You sound a bit stressed?” She answered with a nervous chuckle followed by good two seconds of silence. I waited patiently for an answer and eventually she whispered: “I could need a toilet right now!” The strong embarassement in her voice didn’t go unnoticed. I was admittedly surprised by this statement and had no clue what to do now since there was no place for us to stop the car. Worried, but still trying to be calm, I asked: “Can you hold it until home?” Nelly mumbled frustrated: “I have to.” She knew aswell as me that the road didn’t allow us to pull over somewhere anytime soon. “You can do it, Nelly! Don’t worry.” I reassured her. She smiled and gave me a gentle rub on the shoulder. Silence returned as our journey went on. There weren’t any big signs of trouble coming from my friend’s mother so I quickly stopped worrying about her situation assuming that she had all under control. Half an hour later, Nelly broke the silence once more: “Do you really think we can’t pull over somewhere?” Her voice now sounded even more distressed and embarassed than before. The woman was clearly in trouble even if she didn’t want to show it. “Is it really that urgent?” It was then when Nelly confessed me that she already needed to pee when she arrived at the station. She however, refused to use the toilet because she didn’t want to bother my spirit even more by making me wait longer. I think Maggie must’ve told her mother somehow that I wasn’t particularly happy to go pick her up thus inflicting Nelly with feelings of guilt. Apparently she preferred to put herself into more discomfort in order to make me less grumpy. Does that make sense to you? Doesn’t matter. The point is, Nelly now was about to burst and the coke she drank at the kiosk earlier wasn’t gonna improve the situation at all. “I’m sorry, Nelly. There’s no safe place for me to stop!”, I answered carefully. “It’s ok, Samy, don’t worry. I don’t want you to do something irresponsible just because I’m an idiot who can’t control her bladder.” “Come on, Nelly, you’re not an idiot”, I tried to comfort her. “You’re sweet”, she whispered. I smiled. Strained she sighed with a shaky voice while I kept reassuring her that it was all going to be fine and that I was getting her home soon. I pushed the gas pedal and began to drive a little faster. “I need to unbotton my pants. I’m sorry for being so rude! It’s the only thing I can do now to make me feel a little better.” “Go ahead, Nelly. Don’t worry about me!” She did as she said and opened all of her buttons, groaning while doing so. “Better?”, I asked. “Not really…” Aroused by that situation I couldn’t help but throw a quick look at her groin. It was quite dark inside the car but the streetlights were bright enough to light up her purple panties and the lower part of her bloated belly. That little bit of bare skin that was peaking out from underneath her elegant black blouse made my heart race faster. There was something unexplainably sexy about that sight. I forced my eyes to stay on the road but they kept falling onto her puffy crotch which eventually got covered by one of her hands who seemed to press against the oncoming flow. As I threw a quick look at her face she was clearly feeling uneasy and the fact that she tried her best to keep her composure was probably worsening the situation. Nelly kept on biting the tip of her right thumb as she stared in the distance as if she hoped that her house would suddenly appear from out of the darkness. More and more concerned I asked:“How’s it going?” “I really gotta go!”, she mumbled with the thumb between her teeth. An annoying sense of helplessness overcame me and made me feel rather bad. I wanted to stop, but the road just didn’t allow it. “You know this area best”, I told her “don’t you know if there’s a safe spot where I could park the car?” Nelly was thinking but let her head fall hopeless on her chest shortly after. She knew that she was doomed if her bladder didn’t resist until home. “If there isn’t any other way, and it’s really that urgent then maybe it’s best if you just let go. I won’t tell anyone!”, I told her with the softest of voices. Nelly didn’t seem to like my thought and just said: “No, Samy. It’s very sweet that you’re worried about me but I don’t want to mess up your seat! I’m gonna make it until home, I promise!” As time went by Nelly’s composure began to crumble. Her legs were shaking, her butt was wiggling and both hands were pressed against her crotch. All of this got accompanied by sudden moans and silent cussing. “Could you maybe try to drive a little faster? Just a bit, don’t exaggerate.” I granted her this wish and pressed the pedal down even more. I wasn’t racing but I reached the limit of what was allowed an what not on the road. “Aaaah”, Nelly whined “it hurts!” A grown up woman needing to pee, that was something I’d never seen before and a part of me was secretly enjoying this situation. This feeling only increased when Nelly groaned: “Oh God, my bladder is so full I can feel it with my hands!” and I said: “Really?” She then proceeded to take my right hand off the wheel and place it onto her exposed bladder bulge so that I could get an idea of the situation. Her skin was soft and strangely warm, probably from constantly rubbing her hands all over it, and indeed I could feel the firmness of her inflated bladder. Without taking to much advantage of the situation I gave her bulge only a slight rub followed by an even slighter push and then I moved my hand away from her while saying: “Let’s get you home now, Nelly!” “Yes, please!” She sounded as if she was about to cry. We were less than twenty minutes away from Nelly’s driveway and also both aware that it was going to be a very close call, so close that she might not even make it to the house door. I was genuinely curious to see how all of this chaos was going to end. Nelly was squirming around in her seat so much that her pants began to slide down her butt. I don’t know if she noticed but I was definetly aware that her bare bottom got more and more visible. Oh how much I would’ve wanted to stop the car in that moment and just stare at Nelly and her naked bits of skin. What a sight and yet only a glimpse of it was what I got. “Oh God, I’m about to piss myself!” “No you won’t, Nelly, we’ll make it home safely!” I tried my best to keep her spirits up but she already went beyond her limits. “It’s too far away! I can’t … I have to pee so bad!” and with the last bit of strenght Nelly gasped: “I’m so sorry, Samy! I’m so so sorry!” Suddenly I began to hear splashes and I immediately understood what was happening. I didn’t see it, but I heard it. It was a muffeld hissing sound mixed with that squishy noise you hear whenever a wet kitchen towel gets gently squeezed. This (in my ears) happy melody grew stronger and louder in a matter of seconds. Whining embarassed, Nelly tried to stop the flood with her hands but it didn’t take long for her to realize that there was nothing she could do anymore. Hopeless she leaned back in her seat and let her burbling pee stream gush through her jeans. That was the only noise you could hear inside the car in that moment. I was silent, Nelly was silent. Me, because I had absolutely no idea how to deal with the situation and her, because the shame cut off her voice. Mortified she covered her face with both hands and started sobbing. I mercilessly took advantage of that to take a closer look at what was happening between her legs. A big puddle was forming, it was sparkling underneath the street lights. The piss stream was juicy and abundant and its smell was slowly taking over the inside of my vehicle. “I’m sorry”, she whispered, so quiet that I barely heard her “I can’t stop it.” I gently put a hand on her shoulder while looking back on the road and tried to give her some words of comfort. “This would’ve never happened if I had gone to the bathroom in the station. I’m such a moron! And now your car smells like piss.” “Nelly please don’t dwell on this to much now. It’s happened, let’s just accept it and forget it!” As I said this last sentence the pee stream suddenly stopped. I guess she found her strenght back to hold the rest of it in. The puddle soaked itself into the seat. From the corner of my eye I saw her stroking the wet patch on the seat and then the one on her crotch and butt. “It’s all wet! I fucking peed myself”, she whined in disbelief. “It happens, Nelly. Don’t worry about it”, I reassured her with a happy tone in my voice. EPILOGUE: Nelly stopped talking to me until the end of our trip. She was angry, not at me, but at her and the outcome that she could’ve easily avoided. “I’m such a fool”, was the last sentence that came out of her mouth before succumbing to the silence. Only after we finally arrived at our much anticipated destination she opened her mouth again and said: “If you need to get the seat cleaned I will definetly pay for it!” I suggested her to talk about this on another day. She nodded and then got out. I turned on the lights inside the car to look at the mess she had just created and I’m not gonna lie, the patch was much bigger than I thought. Nelly was probably feeling the same since she gasped in shock when she saw it. Eventually our focus moved onto Nelly’s jeans. The wet spot looked harmless on the front but as she turned around and asked me how bad it was I just had to tell her the truth. The patch wasn’t much different from what she just saw on the seat. Frustrated she sighed and then turned back around. Nelly was in such a bad mood that you could almost say she was depressed. “Can I make it up to you somehow?” Her sad voice made me feel incredibly bad for her. Poor Nelly, she was so happy when we met earlier. “You don’t have to”, I replied. “I have cake in the kitchen, come on”, Nelly mumbled. Once again I accepted just to lift her mood. With her wet jeans wide open we walked over to the entrance. On our way there Nelly grumpily said: “I still need to pee!” “Well, now we’re here, so there’s no need to worry anymore”, I joked. The door was locked, nobody else seemed to be home yet. Nelly took the keys out of her pocket and began to look for the right one, slightly squirming while doing so. “Ah fuck it”, Nelly groaned and put the keys back in her pocket. I got confused. She then proceeded to pull jeans and panties down and started peeing onto the lawn. She definetly didn’t care about anything anymore. The hissing sound from before entered my ears again, this time though it sounded even happier. I on the other hand looked away out of politeness, letting out a confused “ok..” as I saw her squatting in front of me. With a tone that sounded almost annoyed she said to me: “Come on, Samy, join me. I’m sure you need to pee aswell by now.” I couldn’t deny it and such an offer was just to good to turn down. I walked over to her and she smiled at me giggling. I guess she noticed that I took a quick glimpse between her legs before I reached her. I saw a nice, bare pussy with a golden stream of piss sprinkling out of it. I decided to return the favor and placed myself next to Nelly in a way that she could also take a look at what was pouring out of me. “Let’s not tell anyone about this”, Nelly whispered. Oh how happy I was to have helped a friend out!
  5. It's a slow beginning but I'm hoping to build it into a bigger story with multiple chapters, so I had to do a bit of a set-up first. Do suggets changes or improvment. "An exciting opertunity has just come up." Sgt. Jeffords adressed the squad gathered in the briefing room. "A interagency manhunt needs people to man a survailance of a dropspot. Is anyone interrested?" Amy's hand had shot up the second Interagency had been uttered. Any oppertunity to add to her already impressiv resume would be welcomed and she had wanted to improve her stakeout skills for some time. "Amy you know how highly the Captain and Myself think of you and your ability as a detective. But this might be a job more suited for a male detective." Sgt Jeffords explained. "The hell's that supposed to mean?" Rosa spoke from the back. "Amy can do the job of everyone here twice over" Never had Amy seen a person walk into a new job and get away with the things Rosa did. At this moment she had her legs on the desk she was sitting at. Amy had not really gotten the chance to talk to this new hire, as Rosa had only been at the 99 for a few weeks and didn't seem like the kind of person who enjoyed small talk. Still, Amy had suddently gotten a lot of new respect for her colleage. Women cops and especially detective were few and far between. It was nice to know someone had her back. "Yeah, I can do as good a job as anyone here" Amy found herself spured on by Rosa and decided to openly question her superiors decision. Something that she would have never considered before. "Yeah!" Charles jumped to the oppertunity the cheer something. "It's not a matter of your ability" Jeffords franticly tried to explain himself as to not appear to believe his female detectives weren't just as capable as the males of the 99th disctrict. "Jeffords, Amy and I are going to do this and we are going to crush it" Rosa's intensity made it perfectly clear there wasn't any reason to argue but Terry wanted to at least explain his position. "Alright it's yours. But the survailance sit is upstate, pretty deep inside a national park -without facilities. I'll give you a more detailed brief. Everyone else is dismissed" Jeffords got grabbed a few papers from his stack and went to grab a whiteboard while the briefing room emptied. Amy had suddently become unsure that she had made the right decision. It would be a fantastic oppertunity and she wanted to show everyone that Rosa had been right - she could do everything the other detectives and officers could. Excempt what might come in real handy on a stake-out in a big forrest. Pee outside just as easy as inside. "Good luck, Santiago" Peralta teased on his way out of the room followed up by Charles's "Woooo, girl power!" "What was that about?" Rosa put a hand on Amy's shoulder. "Oh that's just Charles. He loves to cheer." Amy said turning to her new partner. "I've noticed. But what did Jake mean?" "Oh nothing he's just a bit of an jokester" Rosa's grumble didn't sound to convinced but Jeffords interrupted any chance she had to dig into what ever Amy was hiding. "Before we begin, do you understand why I say what I say? I don't want any of you to believe in anyway I don't think as highly of you two, as I do of anyone else here. Higher usually." Jeffords had taken a seat across the table from Amy. "I know Terry" Amy assured him. She didn't want there to be any bad feelings between them as he was the best sergant she had been assigned to in her time with the NYPD. "But that doesn't mean you should assume not having facilities is anymore of an obsticle for us than the guys here" Rosa needed to make sure she hadn't once again been dropped somewhere to be a pretty face in the office. That wasn't why she became a detective. "And that's on me. To be honest, I wanted to pick you two specefically for this but I didn't want to throw you into a forrest alone if you weren't comfortable with it." Jeffords stod and walked over to the whiteboard. "Shall we get started?" ------- Besides the location it was a very normal stake-out. Local police had caught a mule who gave up a drop spot used by a gang of drugtrafficers. Rosa and Amy had to man a small camp setup by parkrangers overlooking the shelters and report any coming and goings. Next team would relieve them after 2 days. They would drive up friday morning, relieve the previous team at 2pm and get relieved sunday at 2pm. ------- Friday morning Amy went through the notes about the mission again while she drank her coffee. She never really drank coffee in the morning but she had a feeling she was going to need it today. Because she normally woke early it had only been 30 minutes less sleep she had gotten but they defiently made a difference. She glanced over to the packed bags by her door. It wasn't long until she had to head out the door to the precinct to meet up with Rosa and hit the road. She couldn't let go of the feeling that she had forgotten to pack something, but she had spent most of thursday packing and planning what to pack and then repacking. She had a couple diapers left from tests in the academy but she coudn't possibly bring them. It's not like she could use them without Rosa's knowledge. They had been in and out of her bag multiple times, ending up out of them. She dismissed the concern, putting it down to nerves about the mission and working close to a new partner. If only she could coordinate with Rosa, but she didn't have her phone number. Or knew where she lived, or anything about her really. Amy had tried to get Rosa's number at the precinct during the week but she never seemed to have any luck on that front. Amy made a mental note to get it on their way to the park. Amy was ripped out of her thoughts as there was a knock at her door. Opening her door she was surprised to see Rosa at the other side. "Sup?" Rosa's sunglasses met Amy's eyes in the low morning sun. "Rosa? What are you doing here so early?" "Ready?" Rosa held up a keyring with the department insigna, meaning she already had been to the presinct to check out a car. "Wanted to get a headstart, get to the camp early to get some info from the guys before us." "How did you know I was going to even be dressed?" Amy felt out of her element suddently having her morning routine obrubtly distrurbed. "Deal was to meet at the prescinct in 45 minutes. Everytime Peralta is late you remark how you get up earlier to miss morning traffic. Figured you were planning to leave in about 10 minutes time." "Oh. 5 minutes actually. I just need to finish my coffee and run to the bathroom and we can hit the road." Amy felt read like a book, but at least she knew Rosa was talented. "Perfect. I prefer to only stop for gas. I'll throw your bags into the car" Rosa said stepping into the apartment. Amy felt that the "prefer" was mostly a coutisy because Rosa hadn't been at the department for longer. Amy finish the last of her coffee and went to the bathroom, making sure to enjoy to running water and actual toilet a bit more than normal. As she washed her hands a stray though found a home and she opened the cabnet under the sink and felt her heart sink as she noticed the diapers weren't sitting in the back waiting the next written exam. She must have ended up putting them in one of the bags. She hadn't forgotten to pack something, she had forgotten to unpack something! ------- The car ride had been quite so far. They had been driving for about an hour or so and mostly the only sounds had been the gps and Amy's playlist on the car stereo. Amy had actually enjoyed the silence as she was used to sitting in silence listening to music on her trainride to and from work. But today wasn't at chill as her normal commute, as Amy had also tried to gauge Rosa's thoughts from her face. Both about her playlist and whether or not it "Blew ass" as Rosa had asked before handing Amy the AUX, but also whether had any reservations about the mission. "I need to ask you something." Rosa broke the silence. "Shoot" Amy were surprised she wasn't going to be the one to speak first. She felt more in control again after this morning. "What was Jake refering to?" "Oh" As suddently as she had gain control as suddently she had lost it again. "It's nothing, just a joke" "Hey Amy, we're partners on this, we need to trust eachother." Amy really didn't particularly wanted to relive the moment but Amy could she the idea of sharing stories on the way to the National park. "I missed out on a pursuit because I had to pee. We had been sitting outside a house for hours and I just had to pee. So I stepped out of the car to find a restroom. Perp showed up 2 minutes later. Just bad luck!" Amy tried to laugh it off but she couldn't help but feel her bladder sometimes worked against her. "HA!" Rosa's outburst almost starteled Amy. "Don't sweat it Amy. Don't get me wrong but how much good were you going to do if you had stayed?" Amy had to agree with Rosa. She wasn't going to be any help in a chase if she was bursting. "Besides Jake once lost a guy because he hadn't tied his shoes right. Came undone while he was running and next thing he saw was the ground." Amy couldn't recall seeing Rosa laugh before. The next hour or so went by quickly as the detectives shared stories of solved cases, crazy crimes and bad superiors. Rosa had gotten a couple of drinks and snacks packed that they had started dipping into as the miles flew by. ------ "If you see any gas stations coming up, let me know. We need to fill it soon and we should probably switch drivers." Rosa's word were perfectly timed as the last of the coffee and the drinks in the car were catching up to Amy. "I'll be on the lookout. I have to run to the bathroom as well" Amy said hoping Rosa wasn't going to think it was to soon to have to pee again. "Yeah why not" Rosa nodded, much to Amy's delight and surprise. A Gas station bathroom was probably still better than what was to come the next couple of days, and if Amy could get through the drives, to and from the camp, without forcing Rosa to stop more than necesarry she was it would help their friendship. "7 miles" Amy said noticing a sign at the side of the highway. "DAMMIT" Rosa exclaimed as the traffic in front of them suddently slowed down to a crawl. "Ough! Well I guess it's going to be a slow 7 miles." Amy's words were just as much an attempt to ease her self as Rosa. "Yup" The silence once again fell over the car. Nothing could accelerate Amy's need than knowing a bathroom was close but still out of reach, but she was going to make it to that gas station. If she could. It felt like the cars around them wasn't even moving anymore. She was wondering if there was anyway she could help herself hold on without being to obvius. She wanted to put a hand in her crotch but settled on just crossing her legs tight. Amy had to find someway to focus her mind on something other than her bladder. "So, what have you packed by the way?" She enquired hoping some conversation would distract her. "Usual stuff for being outdoors, knife, lantern, rope, extra socks" Rosa sighed adjusting in her seat. "Oh I should have gotten a lantern" Amy tried to keep her mind on the conversation. "One's enough. That it?" Amy looked outside and saw a very welcome sight as the gas station came into view around a bend in the road. Unfortunatly it was still a mile or two down the road. She kept having to keep herself from grabbing her crotch. "Yes it has to be!" Amy said excited. "Would you mind if I just run to the bathroom when we get there? I'm getting kind of desperat?" Amy admitted shifting in her seat. Rosa looked at Amy and back to the gas station. Amy noticed her free leg bouncing up and down. "I was thinking we park and go to the bathroom before we fill up" Rosa said. "If they have any left" Amy noticed how many cars were turning of the highway at the station. "Frees up the highway, we can take the next one." Rosa was starting to fidget more and more. "Honestly Rosa, we have no idea when that is! I really have to pee!" Amy said finally giving into putting her hands between her legs. Rosa had definetly noticed Amy's hand because a moment later she had a hand between hers as well. "But can you wait for god knows how many other women in line?" Rosa's voice cracked just enough for Amy to notice. She had been so preocupied with how badly she needed to pee she hadn't noticed Rosa was pretty desperate as well. A hunch hit her and to satisfy her curiosity she tried to catch a glimpse of the fuel gage, but she couldn't get an angle. "Didn't we have to get fuel as well? We need to stop at a gasstation" Amy didn't really know what answer she hoped for. If they really needed gas she could hopefully get Rosa to stop here but if it was just a excuse so Rosa could go pee, she might be more desperate than Amy! If that was possible. "The gas can wait. But I don't think we can" Rosa finally saw an opening for the gas station and raced up the offramp. "Where can we park?" she hissed to noone in particular. "There!" Amy exclaimed as she noticed a car had just backed out of a spot and Rosa threw the car into the space. Amy really didn't want to move her hands from their place between her thighs but she had to open the door and she was out of the car before Rosa had killed the engine. She quickly found the building housing the bathrooms and Amy almost squeled in delight when she couldn't see any line outside the door with women painted on. "Come on!" She said to Rosa and walked as fast as she could in the direction of the bathroom. She wanted to run. She wanted to run so badly but she wanted more to hang onto a shred of dignity and besides moving her legs quicker would only result in her losing it. She just had to hold on a few moments more but to hell with dignity, she once again burried a hand in her crotch and pushed open the door with the other hand. "How long is this going to be?!" The woman at the front of the line asked desperatly as she knocked on one of the closed stall doors. 8 women in line. All from the traffic jam. All with hands between their legs or doing the potty dance. The realisation stunned Amy. There was no way she was going to make it! How could this happen! She couldn't start this mission of by peeing her pants like a child! Amy was ripped back to reality as she felt a couple drops escape her. She had to act now! And no way she was going to cut in line. She had to come up with something else. She turned to Rosa to ask for help only to find no-one behind her. ------- Rosa couldn't believe how desperat she had become. It had been a long time since she had needed to pee so bad! All because she didn't pee at Amy's. So much pride and look where that got her, about to pee herself in a gas station parking lot after holding herself in front of Amy like some todler. Still could be worse. Amy had decided against listening to her about the line in the bathrooms and Rosa wasn't going to make that mistake. She had noticed a grouping of bushes and trees not to far from the car and that was a much better solution. Even if it was technically illegal. As Amy waddled to the bathroom, she potty danced on the spot and locked the car. When the lock clicked she quickly glansed around. Luckily there wasn't a person in sight and she could undo her belt buckle, releasing much of the pressure from her bladder. The black leather pants she had worn had one major fault. The belt buckle ended up directly on her bladder and it would usually be one of the first things she did when she had to pee, but in the car there simply hadn't been a way to do it. This time however she was so desperate that even than wasn't enough that she didn't feel the need to keep one hand in her crotch for extra support. The bushes weren't far away but it felt long as Rosa hurried out of sight. As she reached the bushes she knew it was now or never. A couple of drops had already escaped and the first small opening had to be privat enough as Rosa jump into her green hiding spot and pulled her pants and panties down. She had almost forgotten how good it felt to pee when one had become so desperate, and had to strain to keep from sighing in relief. After all she still had to be on the lookout to make sure she wasn't spottet. From her hiding spot she spottet Amy exiting the restrooms way quicker than she expected. Maybe she'd been wrong about the lengh of the line. ------ There was only one option left for Amy. She had at most a couple of minutes before her bladder completly gave out and she would spent the rest of the day soaked. She really didn't want to use this option but desperat times call for desperat means. She turned back out the door and looked around. A few meters down the building she saw her saving grace. The door with men written along. Leaks be damned now she had to run. As her free hand reach the handle she pressed the other one in to her crotch harder as she could feel dampness starting to appear. Even still she had to take a deep breath before she opened the door. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry" She repeated as she ran by 2 very confused men at the urinal trying to cover her eyes and still find an open stall. She kicked open the stall door and even before she had completly pulled down her pants completly the floodgate opened. She threw herself on the toilet and couldn't help but sigh deeply as her bladder emptied. The redness on her checks was however spreading very quickly. Firstly Rosa had witnessed her way more desperat than she was comfortable with, secondly she had had to run through a occupied mensroom on the verge of peeing herself and thirdly she hadden't gotten a hold of her panties when she removed her pants. As it were she was now wearing completly soaked through panties and her pants had a fairly sizeble wet patch right between the legs. Amy wanted the earth to open up and swallow her right then and there. And when what was clearly a mans hand reached in and closed the still open stall door, she was ready to dig the hole herself.
  6. In this thread, I will be posting a few of the fics I've written as commissions. (If you would like one, send me a DM and we can discuss it.) Jessica's Strength I’d only been dating Jessica for a few weeks when I noticed it. It was something most people probably wouldn’t have picked up on, or at least not so quickly, but as a guy with certain… interests, I couldn’t help but pay attention to the matter. Jessica never excused herself to use the bathroom. No matter how long we were out together, no matter how much we had been drinking, Jessica never took any pee breaks. There was a day we went hiking from before the sun rose until after it had gone back down, and during that time I’d had no choice but to water the grass a few times myself. But, Jessica never did. It was not, as I’d assumed at first, a matter of her being shy. Years of being entranced by the wriggly dance moves of full-bladder’d women had made me very skilled at noticing even the most subtle of squirms. Jessica though, she didn’t fidget at all that day. No toe tapping, no leg crossing, no foot bouncing… Nothing. She looked to all the world like she simply just didn’t need to go, even as the hours wore on and the amount of water she’d had to drink grew. There was no urgency to leave the hiking trails, nor any visible discomfort as I drove her home. Jessica hadn’t held it all day because she had an aversion to peeing outdoors, Jessica had held it all day because she just… Could. I admit I started to take her on even longer outings, curious as to where her limit may have been. But, her bladder seemed to be bottomless. Finally, one evening at a restaurant, after I’d returned from the restroom myself, I asked her outright if she was sure she didn’t have to go yet herself. Jessica just shrugged at me. “Not really, Chase,” she said, taking another swig of her drink. She said as if it wasn’t at all unusual that she could continue holding her bladder after several hours spent swallowing what must have been half of her own body weight in liquid. “I don’t usually have to go that often.” She was so ridiculously nonchalant about the whole thing that it only made me more curious. The confidence she exuded made it seem like she must have never overestimated herself, had never gotten into a bad spot in which she’d been unsure if she could actually make it to a toilet in time. My fascination was piqued, and I wanted to continue the conversation, but out of fear of her finding me weird, I held my tongue. When my gaze flicked down around her midsection and I swore I saw a small bump there that hadn’t been present before, I told myself it was my imagination. For a while, I fantasized about Jessica finally overdoing it. Drinking one too many sips, passing up one too many pee breaks, and finding herself squirming and on the very edge of letting it all out into her pants. A common element of these imagined scenarios was that Jessica’s stubborn nature would never wane, she would continually insist that she could indeed hold out as long as it took, even as her hands wedged themselves between her tangled legs and her face grew pink and flushed with needy urgency. For the longest time, this image remained confined purely to the realm of my daydreams. It seemed like Jessica’s limit couldn’t be reached, because Jessica did not actually HAVE a limit. Her bladder must have been that of a superhuman’s, because even after a thirteen hour hike followed by four more hours stuck in traffic, she was perfectly fine. When I hastily pulled over at the first gas station I saw and scrambled from the car, I turned back to look at her for a moment, shifting on my feet. “Go ahead, Chase,” she said calmly. “I’ll wait here.” I was stunned. Here I was, absolutely bursting after the long hours stuck in traffic even after going numerous times today, yet somehow she was STILL holding off. This time, when I got back to the car and noticed a bit of swelling around her navel, I knew I wasn’t just imagining it. Her bladder was full enough to protrude, yet still not full enough to truly bother her. That was the day I became certain I would never have the pleasure of seeing Jessica reach her seemingly impossible limit. But, I was wrong. We took a week long trip about a month ago, and by far my favorite part of the vacation was when I at last got to see Jessica really squirm. The first sign that anything was amiss came right at the beginning when we were going through airport security. The tiniest, most subtle indication that Jessica was feeling slightly uncomfortable; One I easily would have missed had it not been something I was always on the lookout for. Her hips swayed very slightly, and she let out a small groan. Immediately, I asked her what the matter was. She shrugged and said she’d forgotten to use the restroom before leaving her home that morning. Nor had she gone before bed the previous night. The last time she’d urinated had been around lunch the day before. This information was stunning to me, and I was instantly performing the mental calculations to guess at how long she’d already been holding off her body’s need; It was certainly much, MUCH longer than I could ever handle. I was, of course, very excited by this situation that had suddenly fallen into my lap. This was the first time I’d ever heard Jessica allude to the fact she ever NEEDED to pee at all, and my dick was eager to do all of the thinking for me now. My heart, however, was louder. As much as I wanted to see Jessica writhing and holding herself, I was not a cruel person. The airport had toilets, after all. And as soon as we were through security, she could go use one of them. As we headed towards our plane, we passed a sign pointing towards a set of restrooms. I jerked my head in its direction. “Go ahead,” I told her. “I’ll wait.” To my utter astonishment, Jessica just shrugged at me the same way she had the first time I’d ever inquired about her bladder. “It’s no big deal, Chase,” she said. “I can wait. I don’t want to miss the flight.” I tried not to let any of my shock register on my face, but I’m sure it must have been there. She’d told me just a few minutes ago that it had been a ridiculously long stretch of time since her last pee break. If I’d ever been stuck waiting as long as she already had been, I would be doubling over and begging anyone who would listen for an empty bottle. But, Jessica was still somehow okay. But then I remembered the plane would have a toilet on board, and reasoned she probably just intended to go there when there was no longer any chance that we’d miss the flight. I was wrong. Jessica sat beside me, the only indication that she was feeling even the slightest hint of distress being the somewhat tight grip she had on her seat’s armrest. When the plane took off, the rocking and bouncing jolting my own bladder that had felt perfectly empty all this time, I looked to her in concern. Still, she looked pretty calm. Once the seatbelt lights dinged off, I started to stand up so she could leave the aisle. “While you’re up, ask the flight attendants if they have any bottles of water, alright?” Jessica said. I gaped at her. “I thought… Don’t you have to—“ “A bit,” Jessica said. “But, I can wait. I’d never use the bathroom on a plane, it’s way too cramped in there!” If I’d been holding my bladder for over half a day, I doubted if I would care how tiny the bathroom was, just so long as it was a bathroom… “You… Want water?” “Yeah, I’m thirsty,” Jessica nodded. Still utterly perplexed by the choices Jessica was making, I went to the front of the plane to ask for a water bottle. I passed the restroom, and I did need to go after that bumpy take-off… When I stepped inside to alleviate my own discomfort, it felt somehow wrong. Jessica no doubt needed to be in here a lot more than I did… But, this was all her decision, I reminded myself. Once I’d finished up at the toilet and had gotten Jessica her water, I returned to my seat. She snatched the bottle from me and cracked it open, drinking it down quickly. I couldn’t help but think that surely the last thing her body should have been asking for was more liquid, but within a minute the bottle was empty and Jessica was calmly looking out the window. Every so often, she’d dig her nails into her armrest a little more, but other than that there was no indication that anything was bothering her. A few hours later, the flight landed. I was certain that the shakes and jolts of the plane would leave Jessica in agony, but if they had, she showed no sign of it. I checked my watch, it was nearly noon. If Jessica had told me the truth earlier— and I had no reason to think she’d lie to me about this— then she hadn’t peed in almost a full twenty four hours now. Yet, she was acting like her bladder was dry as a bone. We exited the plane, and I didn’t even see Jessica give the restroom a longing glance on our way out. As we walked through the airport to get our bags, we again passed a set of restrooms, and I stopped in front of them. Jessica paused and glanced back over her shoulder at me. “Go ahead, Chase,” she said. “I’ll go get our stuff. I don’t mind.” “Don’t you need—“ Jessica turned around fully to face me and the restrooms she surely MUST have needed. I thought, certainly, she was going to give in now. But, she frowned, shook her head, said “Eh, the line for the ladies’ is too long. We’ll be at the hotel by the time I get through that.” I looked over at the line. It was a bit long, I admit. And, I also have to admit I stared at the woman at the very back of it— a cute girl with intensely crossed legs— a little more than I probably should have. But, even if the line WAS long, after twenty four hours without a piss, how could THAT really matter to her anymore? “There’s no line for the guys’,” I pointed out. “I could keep watch for you while you—“ Jessica laughed. She actually laughed. “Heh, Chase… Come on, it’s not that bad. Don’t worry about it.” And then she kept walking. Dazed, I followed after her. After we’d gotten our bags, we took a cab to our hotel. There was a bit of traffic along the way, and I thought to myself ‘Oh, now it’s going to hit her.’ I looked over her as we sat at a standstill, certain her expression must have fell as she realized the mistakes she’d made. But, no. She was instead staring out the window, delighted by the sights of the new location. One knee jiggled, but just slightly, and for all I knew it was only from excitement. Once in the hotel, we took the elevator up to our room, where I was sure Jessica would be making use of the toilet first thing. But, she made no move to use it. Not that she could have, anyway. When I walked into the bathroom myself, I saw that the thing was clogged. I cringed as I called the front desk to come fix it for us. “I’m sorry,” I said to Jessica once I was off the phone. “They said they’ll take care of it soon.” “I’M sorry,” Jessica said back. “Do you really have to go now? We WERE in traffic for a long time. If it’s an emergency, we can try to find somewhere else for you before we unpack.” I… Did need to pee again by then, but couldn’t believe she thought that it was ME I was concerned about right now. “Jessica, you haven’t peed in, like, a day,” I reminded her, astounded that she appeared to have forgotten that. “I know,” Jessica said. “But, I can wait. If there’s nowhere to go, there’s nowhere to go.” I considered for a moment if, perhaps, she was just trying to ACT like she was okay right now. Inside, she was bursting, surely. Maybe her asking me if my own need was so severe that we had to go search the city for an available bathroom RIGHT now was just a ruse so she could find one for herself without having to admit how bad it was for her? If that WAS it, then I had no idea how she was managing to maintain the appearance of a person with a perfectly manageable bladder, but it was the only thing that made any sense… I decided to test my theory a little. “Well, I’m fine,” I said. “I can wait until they fix it. Or at least until after we unpack.” I swear I saw disappointment flash across her face then. Only a little bit, the ghost of a frown tugging at the corners of her lips, and only for a second, if I hadn’t been watching her reaction so carefully it would have flown right by me. “Oh,” she said. “Okay.” As we unpacked our things for the week, Jessica reaching to put our clothes onto hangers in the closet, I watched as her shirt rode up slightly and exposed her midriff… Along with an utterly painful-looking round bump straining there. More than a day’s worth of pee sloshing and squeezing away inside her, and yet she seemed in no real hurry for that toilet to get fixed. She caught me staring, and I looked away. I’ve been desperate for a piss before lots of times, but I don’t think I’ve ever literally swelled up from it before. I just kept thinking to myself ‘If THAT was in me, I’d be doing whatever it took to get relief— Hell, I’d probably be pissing my pants.’ But, Jessica was neither freaking out, nor were there any wet spots showing on her shorts. How was she so okay with this? Once everything was unpacked, the guy still hadn’t come to fix the toilet, and now even my confused but enraptured enjoyment of Jessica’s current state was enough of an incentive for me to keep holding my own bladder— I’d been giving the decorative vase in the corner a few longing glances for a while now. “Actually, I think now I really DO have to find somewhere to go,” I admitted. Jessica nodded, and let me know that she was hungry anyway. So, we quickly found ourselves at a restaurant and as soon as we were shown to a table, I hastily excused myself. I really shouldn’t have been surprised when Jessica failed to follow me, but I still was. I’d gone— What, three hours ago? And already I was all too eager to get to a urinal. Jessica had been holding out for over a day and wasn’t knocking me to the side as she ran for the women’s room? Speaking of the women’s room though, when I passed its door on the way to the men’s, I saw that it was currently out of order just as the toilet in our room had been. Wow, poor Jessica, I thought. But, I supposed if she ever finally broke down and admitted that she seriously needed to go, I could stand guard for her while she used the men’s… After I’d relieved myself and returned to the table, I let Jessica know that the women’s restroom was closed. The only indication that she considered this to be bad news was a slight crinkle of her eyebrows. “Oh, that sucks,” she said. “Anyway, I ordered appetizers while you were gone. Onion rings are okay, right?” Onion rings were definitely okay. I just couldn’t understand how JESSICA was. “Um… If you really have to go, I’m sure they won’t mind if you use the men’s instead…” “I can wait,” Jessica assured me. Over the course of our meal, however, my confidence in her bladder was nowhere near the level of her own. I felt her accidentally kick my ankle a few times as she jiggled and crossed her legs around underneath the table. She seemed a bit more wary of her drink now than she’d been earlier on the plane, and took smaller, careful sips. “Jessica,” I said. “Are you sure you’re—“ “I’m fine!” Jessica said, her tone was as stubborn and confident as ever, but there was a tiny shake in her voice that I’d never heard before. “I can hold it however long I need to, don’t worry about me.” “But, you don’t NEED to hold it right now,” I said. “That’s the thing. If it’s an emergency, nobody will care if you go into the men’s room. I’ll even make sure nobody comes in—“ “I don’t HAVE emergencies, Chase,” Jessica told me firmly. “I can’t have something like this control me. If it isn’t time for me to go, then I don’t go. That’s all there is to it.” Her logic was perplexing to me, and I wondered briefly if perhaps the urine was infecting her brain somehow and hindering her ability to think rationally. She was obviously very, very uncomfortable now. I could no longer see her midsection with the table in the way, but I was sure the bump there had grown. I couldn’t even imagine the level of pressure she must have been feeling, what must have been gallons of pee pushing against one thin ring of muscle… We ate our meal, and each time I lifted my glass and the liquid in it sloshed, I saw Jessica do a little bounce in her seat. She clearly had to go, she clearly had to go BAD, and I was just… Astounded that she hadn’t said anything along the lines of “Chase, keep watch for me, I’m gonna go use the men’s” yet. After we’d finished and had paid, I gave Jessica one last look and nudge towards the restrooms. She was obviously in a bad way now. When she stood from the table, her knees knocked together, and then her legs crossed at the ankles. She took small half-steps, very careful so as to not disturb the thrashing ball of tension inside her. “You want to go before we leave?” Jessica just shook her head resolutely. “I’ll wait, Chase. Seriously. It’s not a big deal.” But, it sure LOOKED like a big deal to me. Her top was now pushed up a little, unable to lay flat with the bulbous bulge of her bloated bladder in the way. She was jiggling in place, swaying from side to side. She was doing a blatant example of a pee-dance, but her attitude about it remained calm and unbothered. It was less ‘Ohhh, I can’t hold it, I can’t hold it! I gotta go NOW!’ and more ’Well, I guess I’d better move around some now to help keep this in however long I need to.’ She was desperate—utterly so, but she met it with pure acceptance instead of panic. I was overcome by how strong she must have been, not just physically, but mentally as well. If I was that full of piss, I’d be a complete mess. I’d be near tears from the pain of it all alone. I’d be on the verge of hyperventilating as I imagined the embarrassment I’d feel if I lost it and soaked myself in the middle of this restaurant. But, Jessica’s face remained non-plussed, a stark contrast to the endless, twitchy squirms happening through the rest of her body. “Well, the toilet at the hotel ought to be fixed by now,” I said. “Wanna head back?” This, she agreed to. We returned to the building, stepped into the elevator and hit the button for our floor, and when the elevator suddenly came to a grinding halt before it had reached its destination, Jessica finally let a bit of her dismay show. She moaned. But, it wasn’t a pained moan, not a ‘Oh, God no! I’m gonna piss myself now!’ kind of moan. It was… Just an annoyed moan, the sort of sound one would make if they realized they’d bought the wrong brand of paper towel. The sort of sound one made when faced with a minor inconvenience that, while irritating, was by no means a catastrophe. “Cheap piece of junk,” she mumbled. “I’m sorry,” I said to her. She must have been putting on an act. She MUST have been. No one could be strong enough to find themselves stuck in an elevator with at least twenty eight hours worth of boiling piss contained within their bladder and only see it as a mild annoyance. “Look, if you can’t wait, I promise I won’t… Think less of you or anything.” “I CAN wait,” Jessica insisted. “Trust me,” she added. I did trust HER. I trusted that she truly believed that she could hang on however long this took. But, I didn’t trust her bladder. Her legs were twisted like a corkscrew, she hadn’t held still for even a second since we’d stepped inside this thing. And, as soon as she’d gotten those words out, her hands had cupped themselves between her legs, pressing firmly into the material of her shorts. One hand released its tight hold for a moment to move to the button, threading it through its hole. The zipper came down next, granting the firm, hard ball of her bladder a little more space. I saw the bulge in her middle had somehow grown since we’d left the restaurant. “Trust me,” she repeated. “I really DO want to pee right now, but there’s nowhere for me to do it, so I’ll wait.” I didn’t miss her choice of words. She ‘wanted’ to pee right now. She didn’t ‘need’ to do it. Maybe that was how she managed to do this? She told herself that her obviously dire need to visit the bathroom was nothing more than a desire, instead of an urgent requirement? Was that it? Was this all just a seriously extreme case of ‘mind over matter’, and that if she could only convince herself that her bladder was inconsequential and easily managed, then it would really be so? Whatever the case, I decided that I should just let myself enjoy this. Who knew when I’d next get to see my iron-bladder’d girlfriend squirm and writhe like this? If she wasn’t going to freak out, then I told myself that I shouldn’t either. She bobbed up and down on her feet for several minutes, then she started pacing from end of the elevator to the other. Once that seemed to stop helping, she just stood in one corner, feet continually lifting one after the other as if she was marching. All the while, her hands stayed cupping against herself, fingers straining to plug up her no-doubt aching urethra. I wondered if she’d leaked at all yet. Certainly, if it had been me, the crotch of my pants would be utterly sodden by now. But, if there was one thing I’d learned through all of this, it was that Jessica’s bladder was absolutely nothing like my own. So, for all I knew, she was still as dry as the Sahara. At some point, Jessica crouched down in her corner, the position eerily similar to the one she’d take if she was popping a squat to relieve her bladder outdoors. I thought ‘Uh oh, this must be it…’ and started to turn to give her some privacy for what was sure to be a very embarrassing accident. But, I heard no hissing spray of liquid, no splashing, no sighing, nothing that indicated Jessica had started to go. When I turned back around, she was just kneeling there, hands cupping her groin as she rocked back and forth. Sweat had begun to roll down her face and back, and before long she was sitting atop her foot, heel pressing against herself while she jiggled and bounced. I wanted to give her some kind of reassurance, so I said “It should start moving soon.” And then, just as she’d done all day, she shrugged her shoulders. “Probably. But, if not, I’m fine.” I wondered how much longer whatever mind game she had going would continue working for her. I needn’t have wondered, because within a few minutes we were moving again. Jessica made a small grunting noise at the sudden jolt as the elevator resumed its ascent, and she very slowly drew herself back up until she was almost standing. She could no longer stand up all the way, and stayed in a tangled, half-hunched over position. But, the fact that she could get herself up again at all was stunning. As the doors dinged open, I heard her taking small in small breaths through her mouth, as if to steady herself for the walk to come. Had it been me, I would have made a run for it, leaking little spurts the whole way to my room, desperate as all Hell to at least finish in the toilet. But, Jessica took slow, measured steps, like she would if she were trying to balance something precariously in her hands as she moved. I supposed she WAS sort of trying to walk and carry a sloshing, overfull glass of water at the same time in a way… I could see her seemingly taking the time to calculate each step, setting her feet down gently in order to ensure her bladder was not jolted anymore than it needed to be. Her hands kept straining hard against the crotch of her shorts, still unzipped and unbuttoned so that the straining ball of piss inside her wasn’t being squashed or restrained. Her every breath was measured, her hips shifted, her thighs twitched. Anyone who saw her would be able to tell she needed a bathroom, but her expression remained equal parts calm and determined. I could tell by the look on her face that she’d come too far to lose now. She was going to make it, she was not going to allow her bladder to win this round. She was in control, not it. And that was stunning. For me, my bladder was usually the one in control. When I had to go, I had to GO. There was no room for negotiation, no chance for me to argue or try to will my need away until it became more convenient. But, Jessica could clearly do all of that and more, and that was a level of strength I had never seen before in anyone. I unlocked the door to our room for her, and glanced to the side to see if the toilet was fixed. I now knew that, even if it wasn’t, Jessica would probably just sit down on the bed determined to wait it out, but I still hoped that her ordeal was over. The toilet was indeed fixed by then, and I let Jessica know as she slowly hobbled into the room. She blew a gust of air out through her mouth, and the hint of a smile graced her lips. She immediately turned to enter the restroom, and since she’d already unzipped her shorts in the elevator, she was able to yank them down right away. Her cheeks slammed onto the seat of the toilet that, while Jessica herself had been rather nonplussed about, her bladder had been crying for for over a day. The first sounds to come out of that room were a few little plinks as the first drops of pee hit the water. Then, a slow drizzle that built and built into an ear-splitting hiss, like rain gushing against a tin roof. My head whipped around to the source of the noise, my brain and dick yearning to know how much piss Jessica had managed to restrain inside herself for the last thirty hours, and how she looked as she let it all finally pour out. I expected her eyes to be rolling back in her head, I expected her mouth to be hanging open, her tongue lolling out, moans firing from her throat— I know I’VE definitely made a few funny faces and intense sounds while pissing before. But, instead, she was taking deep, cleansing breaths, an utterly satisfied and proud smile on her face. She looked like she’d just run a marathon and had gotten first place, she looked triumphant, content, and maybe a little tired. When my eyes flicked down for a second, I saw not a single damp spot on the panties or shorts that were bunched around her ankles. She apparently hadn’t lost even one drop of her burden before she’d been on the toilet, ready to go. And, wow was she ever going! I had never seen anyone pee so much all at once before. If I hadn’t known any better, I would have sworn I was standing beside a huge waterfall, that was how loud she was gushing. And it wasn’t slowing down, if anything it was only coming out faster and stronger, building into a magnificent crescendo of hissing and splattering. And she just kept peeing, no breaks, no pauses, no slowing of her spray. On and on and on. I had never been so turned on before in my life. She finished finally after over three minutes of powerful trickling, and when she came back out of the restroom I didn’t know what to say. If I hadn’t been there, watching all of that happen, I never would have believed it was possible to hold it for so long and pee out so much. Hell, I was struggling to believe my own eyes! “Wow,” I finally said. “Feel better?” “A little,” Jessica said. “But, see? I told you not to worry about me, I know how to handle these things.” Holding Contest There are two things I love more than anything else in the world; Girls and desperation. So, while most people may take the news that they’re going to be sharing a single bathroom with three other girls during their freshman year at college as an omen of terrible things to come, I saw nothing but potential. It certainly helped that all three of my new roommates were dazzlingly gorgeous. There was Misty, a journalism major like myself. She had long, flowing red hair, the kind of breasts I’d wished for all through puberty, and legs that went on forever. Most notable for my own interest was her bladder. Which was tiny. This was a source of both entertainment and disappointment for me. While it guaranteed I’d get to see her desperate for a ladies’ room often, it also meant that, even if she’d been bursting for a while, there wasn’t much that came out. As someone with a particular fascination for large bladders and seemingly never-ending pees, she wasn’t the most interesting to me out of my three new friends. Don’t get me wrong, she’s a great girl, other than her being rather lacking in the bladder-department I adore her. But, our other two roommates, Brooke and Mina? They grab my attention the most. They’re both nursing students, both blondes, and both have ENORMOUS bladders. I discovered this about them slowly, piecing it together. While Misty would always zip straight to the bathroom after waking up and I’d immediately stand outside the door to wait for her, Brooke and Mina never seemed to get in line behind me with the same urgency. Instead, they’d gather up everything they needed to shower while Misty and I both finished up with everything we had to do. That was strange, as I’d always thought EVERYONE was at least a little bit desperate for the toilet first thing in the morning. But, apparently not them. Another clue came when the four of us went out for an evening together. Misty was dying for the toilet after a few drinks and I wasn’t long behind her. Brooke shrugged at us as we got up and said “Eh, I guess I could go.” Public ladies’ rooms have always fun places for me. Getting to sit down and relax as my bladder drains while listening to other desperate girls let go of urgent streams of their own is very stimulating. It’s like a symphony in there! That night, I chose a stall between Brooke and Misty’s and listened to them go as I enjoyed my own relief. I heard Misty slam herself against the seat and moan as her bladder poured out of her, and I heard Brooke calmly take her own spot and quietly let go. Misty’s spray hissed for about twenty seconds and then she was empty and standing up. “Phew, I almost didn’t make it that time!” I heard her say, and in spite of the lackluster length of her stream, my clit throbbed at her words. Yeah, so I’m a pervert. Sue me. I finished up a few seconds later and stood, but Brooke hadn’t moved an inch since sitting down. Her own pee hadn’t ceased flowing, nor had it even slowed down in its force. And, to say that I was enraptured by that would be an understatement. She hadn’t even seemed desperate, she’d been in no hurry to get to that stall, she’d only gone because WE had gone… But, it had been, like, a minute and she was still pouring out more and more fluid. “Christ, Brooke!” I exclaimed. “THAT’S ‘I guess I could go’?” I echoed her words from earlier. “Yeah,” Brooke said, finally finishing her pee and leaving the stall. “Just wanted to beat the line, but yeah, I didn’t have to go that much.” I was stunned, and ridiculously turned on, as I wondered to myself what in the world Brooke would consider an ‘emergency’, if THAT hadn’t been one. “Nursing student,” Brooke reminded. “You know, not many bathroom breaks for people working in hospitals. Figured I should prepare, so I’ve been… I guess, training my bladder. But, I’ve always been able to hold it a while. I never had to use the bathroom at school once when I was growing up.” I wondered if maybe Mina was doing the same thing, I’d never seen her in too big of a rush to use the toilet, either. I got my answer soon enough. Once there was an issue with the plumbing in our dorm. Misty and I both almost had accidents, and when it was fixed she used the toilet and I had to break down and use the sink beside her. I had NEVER had to go that badly. Mina and Brooke, though? Totally fine. Even though the repair had taken 15 hours and neither of them had used a toilet at all in all that time. They even giggled a bit at me for being so desperate that I’d had to pee in the sink since I couldn’t wait one more minute for a toilet to become available. “How did you two not explode?!” Misty complained. “That’s SO unfair!” Mina just shrugged, reminded us of her choice of studies and career, and added that she’d long grown used to restraining her bladder however long she had to. “I had seven older brothers,” she said. “One bathroom. And after they started discovering Playboy it was rare that door wasn’t locked. I hated it back then, but now I’m grateful. I don’t have to worry about little things like peeing, which will be super useful when I start working.” “You’re both amazing,” I said, meaning every word of it. “Which one of you can wait longest, though?” “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever paid attention,” Brooke admitted. “But, probably me.” “What?!” Mina exclaimed, sounding almost offended. “No way, I can totally wait longer than you. Look at me,” she gestured to her body, but presumably mostly at her height, which dwarfed Brooke’s shorter frame. “Just because you’re taller, that doesn’t mean your bladder’s bigger,” Brooke said. “I can hold more than you, I’m sure.” “You know,” I said, giddy with excitement as it sounded to me like these two would totally go for my new idea. “There is one way to find out for sure…” And so, that Friday, I got to experience one of my dreams; Seeing two girls with ginormous bladders face off in a holding competition. I woke bright and early, we had a party to go to that evening, which a glance at the clock told me would be starting in 10 hours. I went to the bathroom door, hearing Misty inside, sighing with relief as she trickled into the bowl. I crossed my legs as I waited. After I’d finished, I saw Brooke and Mina were up and on the couch, so asked when they wanted to start the contest. “We already started,” Mina informed. “Had our last pees about 2 hours ago when we got up. Now we wait.” And, well… ‘Wait’ we did. The only real downside to watching two people with camel-sized bladders face off like this is that it takes a VERY long time for anything super interesting to start happening. Over the next 5 hours, Misty peed several times and I went once or twice, but Brooke and Mina never showed any signs of an urge even though it had been 7 hours since they’d last emptied out. And, it wasn’t like they weren’t drinking. Every hour on the hour, they’d each have a big bottle of water, but while I knew it MUST have all been going through them, it apparently amounted to little more than a shallow puddle inside their bladders. They weren’t twisting, they weren’t squirming, they weren’t bouncing. They were fine, and I was really looking forward for the inevitable point at which they wouldn’t be so fine anymore. Another 5 hours later, it was time for the party. When Brooke and Mina changed their outfits, they both put on tops that bared their midriff, and along with it… Their moderately swollen bladders. Both of them looked like they had a couple of water balloons straining against the waistbands of their shorts, overly full of 12 hours worth of unshed piss. I caught Misty staring at their bumps as well, which intrigued me since I know she does not share my more intense fascination with pee. “Wow,” she said aloud. “And you STILL don’t want to run to the toilet?” “Nope,” Mina said. “But, perhaps BROOKE would like to?” she added with a smirk. “No way,” Brooke said. “I could hold this forever.” So, the contest was going to continue while we were at the party, it seemed. I was pretty sure it was going to end there too. With those bulbous, swollen protrusions both of them were carting around, I didn’t think they could last too much longer no matter how confident they acted about it. Surely, they must have felt as if grapefruits were pressing against all of their other organs! At the party, I spent far less time mingling than I did watching Brooke and Mina. Misty, to my surprise, stayed by my side the whole time and watched as well. We stared in amazement as Mina and Brooke each knocked back drink after drink, adding to the already blistering burden resting just beneath their waistbands. I could picture the way their muscles must have been straining, pulling taut to withstand the grotesque level of pressure that their owners were forcing them to withstand. “How much longer do you think this will go on?” Misty asked, astonished as more and more time passed and neither girl seemed ready to break and make a run for the toilet. I checked my watch, they’d now both been without a piss for 16 hours. I knew from the plumbing incident that they could handle 17 without a fuss, so we still had a ways to go, even with the amount of liquids they’d been taking in all evening. “A bit,” I said to Misty. We stayed at the party for a lot longer than I’d thought we would. I was starting to get tired after a while, and only when I saw Brooke starting to jiggle a knee did I perk back up again. Finally, one of them was showing at least SOME sign of wanting a toilet break. I checked my watch yet again. It had taken 19 hours to reach this point, but at last, I was seeing the fidgety squirms that I’d been longing for. I saw Mina starting to drum her fingers against the table they were stood at, then a very subtle shifting between her feet. Finally… They actually had to go. To my astonishment, when we left the party 2 hours after that, both girls were quite a bit more squirmy but neither chose to visit the toilet before we left. “I can wait all night,” Mina said as we walked back to our dorm. Well, Misty and I were walking anyway. Mina and Brooke were more sort-of hobbling. Their legs were crossing together, making it hard to walk in a straight line. The bulges in their middles had grown considerably, now absolutely brimming with 21 hours worth of boiling piss, aching and screaming to be released… Man, was it ever late. I had to get some sleep, I knew. But, at the same time, I didn’t want to. I’d miss the end of the contest for sure if I fell asleep. Once we were back, I tried my hardest to remain awake, watching Brooke and Mina stirring in their beds— Wow, how were THEY asleep? Surely their dreams must have been plagued with waterfalls and roaring oceans, tempting imagery trying to force them to release the roaring torrents of pee no doubt sloshing against their quivering urethras. They were both doing a great deal of thrashing under their covers, I could see. Their legs were tangling in their sheets, their hands squeezing tight between their thighs. Clearly, these were two women with painfully full bladders, but with no intention of letting their urine exit it. At some point, I must have finally fallen asleep, because suddenly it was noon and Brooke and Mina were no longer in their beds. I cursed myself, I’d missed the end for sure. After peeing, I trudged into the living room, intending to ask who the winner had been. But, what I found there told me the question would be pointless. Mina and Brooke were both sitting on the couch… Sort of. They were both bouncing around so much that their butts were rarely actually on the cushions. They were pressing their palms down hard against themselves, waves and waves of pee swirling and pounding down against their urethral openings. Misty was the only one on that sofa that looked comfortable, and she wasn’t paying any attention at all to what was on the TV. She was staring with wide eyes at Brooke and Mina. “They’re still at it!” Misty whispered to me. “Can you believe that!?” I couldn’t really, but at the same time I sort of could. These two were obviously seriously competitive, each determined to last out the other whatever it took. My clit ached, I yearned to touch myself, but I wanted to stay out here and keep watching this unfold even more. “H—Hey,” I said, my almost painful level of arousal causing my voice to crack. “You know what might make this even more interesting? Some challenges.” “What kind of challenges?” Brooke grunted through an obvious spasm slamming through her bloated bladder… Which now that I was closer I could see was more bloated than ever before. Yesterday I’d compared it to a grapefruit, but that was no longer adequate. Now, it was a watermelon that she was lugging around, and I was sure Mina was sporting the same thing. “Like…” I said. “Oh, put your hands under the faucet, make sure the water is warm.” Mina and Brooke both hobbled their ways into the kitchen. I could tell every step now was sending ripples of sheer, uncontainable need through their bladders. But still, they DID contain themselves. They contained themselves all the way to the sink, and Mina cranked it on warm. They both plunged their hands beneath the faucet, and their bouncing and twitching increased as the sound, sight and most of all FEEL of all that water struck them. It must have felt like taking a knife to their swollen, hard abdomens, like their bladder was being squeezed and pressed and pulled, as if the organs were caught inside of a taffy machine. It was such an erotic sight that I couldn’t pull myself away, and I fought not to even let myself blink lest I miss a second of these girls’ incredible performance. “Ready to give up?” grunted out Brooke. “Never,” Mina replied with a smirk. “Okay,” I said. “That’s enough of that… We need something louder.” “The fountain outside the dorm?” Misty suggested. And see? Even if her bladder IS teeny, there’s a lot for me to love about that girl! “Perfect!” I said with a snap of my fingers. “You two should go sit out there on one of the benches in front of the fountain, and just… Listen to it.” Brooke and Mina nodded, seeming excited to take on the challenge. Walking outside to the fountain took some time, neither competitor could walk too quickly anymore, and I stayed behind them the whole way, watching as their hips twisted, shifted and bounced with urgency. How must they have been feeling by now? It had been… I checked my watch; It had been 26 hours now! 26 hours with zero bathroom breaks, and from the looks of it, zero leaks either! Every drop of their piss was still inside their bodies, every drop of it swishing and sloshing and trying as hard as it could to find some way out! We made it to the fountain, Brooke and Mina took their seats. Brooke was crossing and uncrossing her legs so many times and so quickly I worried she’d end up accidentally kicking herself. Mina was bouncing up and down so fast she looked like she was vibrating. The sound of all that water rushing from the fountain— So much like what they both needed to do— couldn’t have been helping! “Bet you have to piss something AWFUL by now, huh?” Mina taunted her opponent. “Hmmm, nope, I don’t think so,” Brooke said, adjusting her hand so her wrist was now pressing itself into her crotch. “But, it looks like YOU do.” “Not at all,” Mina insisted, but neither girl could fool anyone. They’d both unbuttoned their shorts, giving the bowling balls inside their abdomens more room to grow and spread out. Both of them were holding in buckets of urine, withstanding more pressure than I’d thought anyone could ever manage to bear. I could only imagine how much their overworked sphincters were quivering as they forced their bladders to remain taut and closed in the face of gallons and gallons of liquid. It was clear that they were bursting with piss, but what was also clear was their determination to fight down that need. We stayed at the fountain for a while, I was enraptured as I watched both women writhe against the bench. At some point, Misty asked if I was rooting for either one of them, and I realized that I wasn’t really. Truth be told, I didn’t want either one of them to lose, because then all of this would be over. And I wasn’t ready for it to stop, not by a long shot. I could spend days just watching these girls squirm, fidget and clutch themselves as those tight bulges in their middles grew more and more swollen. I imagined how tensely wound their muscles must have been by now. I pictured the way their urine must have been sloshing against their urethral openings, straining to be set free. I stared transfixed at the way their hands fisted between their legs, fingers trying their best to transform themselves into indestructible plugs. “I think Brooke will win,” Misty said, and I had to agree. Mina was getting more twitchy, more sweaty. She was still taunting Brooke, but her tone had begun to waver. She was not panicking, there was no worry present on her face, she still felt confident and determined to outlast her opponent. But, her body no longer seemed to share in her confidence. Brooke though, even with as much as she was jiggling, something about her still seemed to be fully in control. Even now, with 28 hours worth of urine stored inside her body, she could speak in a calm, measured and even tone of voice. After a bit, I wondered if perhaps the gushing spray of the fountain was fading too far into the background to really bother Mina or Brooke anymore. They’d grown too used to it. “Hey,” I said. “Get up, let’s try something more physical now,” I suggested. “Oooh, yes!” Misty said. “Hey, when I was in high school, I once forgot to pee before a gym class, and they had us do all these jumping jacks, sit-ups and push-ups and things… I made it to the toilet afterwards but I wasn’t totally ‘dry’, if you know what I mean.” “Great suggestions,” I told her. “Brooke, Mina, start doing some jumping jacks,” I said. Of the exercises Misty had listed, I thought that that would be the one most painful to perform with a brimming bladder. You had to spread out your arms and feet so far apart from each other, no way to cross your legs or hold yourself. And then there was the impact of your feet hitting the ground over and over again, jostling the bulging ball of pee inside you and trying to shake your urine right out! Neither competitor showed any sign of fear when I gave the order, they just got that same determined look on their faces and began. Every time they jumped, the bulges in their middles would shake. I swear, I could physically HEAR the liquid inside them sloshing, their bladders pulsating with every movement, with every inhale of air, with every heartbeat… I watched as they launched themselves up and down, up and down, up and down, every time their feet hit the ground I knew their sphincters must have been screaming, must have been burning, must have been stinging with the desire to release and push out everything pressing down against them. Their iron wills, though, that made them hang on and keep jumping. Willpower really can be a beautiful thing. It can lead a person to be able to do things they’d never thought they could do, like climbing steep mountains or holding their breath underwater for several minutes. But, even the strongest wills had limits, we are still only human after all. Misty was correct in her prediction; Mina broke first. A loud, thunderous hiss filled the air and I quickly saw the crotch of Mina’s shorts growing darker. Even upon realizing that she was peeing into her clothes, Mina did not freak out. She groaned, but the groan was clearly from disappointment that she’d lost the contest, not from any panic about how she was starting to have an accident. She stopped jumping, and briskly stumbled in the direction of the bushes that grew along the side of the walkway. I watched as she thrust her shorts down and squatted to continue releasing her deluge. And, wow had their been a lot of piss inside her! I was torn between watching Brooke who was still holding her bladder in front of me and watching Mina who was blasting out an inch-thick stream to my left. A fountain was spraying out beneath her, pummeling the dirt below and creating a massive, fizzing puddle. Mina spread out her feet a little more so that none of her spray landed on her shoes, and I was surprised she’d even remembered to think of that. If I was peeing like she was right now, I’d be so overcome by relief that my shoes would be the furthest thing from my mind. Misty was staring at Mina now too, her mouth hanging open. I knew that, like me, she’d never seen anyone go that much at once. This was even more than Brooke had unleashed that night at the bar. Mina’s release was no mere stream, it was a geyser, a torrential flood of scorching piss and I marveled at how good she must have been feeling to let go of all that. She was smiling, and her eyes had shut partway, so I knew she was certainly feeling relieved. She was even shaking a little bit, but while Misty or I would no doubt be moaning our heads off if we were releasing such a long, hard gusher of a pee like that, Mina was neither groaning nor sighing. She looked content, but still mostly in control. Even though she was hosing down a bush instead of a toilet. I swear, it took almost 3 minutes for her to stop, and after she’d pulled her shorts back up, I snapped all my attention back towards Brooke. No doubt, Mina’s hissing spray must have had an effect on her own bladder, and now that she’d finally won, she must have been DYING to water that bush herself. Indeed, Brooke’s squirms had picked up, her hands now tightly pressed against her crotch, her legs double-crossed both at her knees and ankles. I thought, surely, she was about to rip her shorts down and make use of a bush. She’d been victorious after all, no reason to keep restraining her bladder now. She was free. But, she didn’t. Instead, she said she wanted to head back inside. And now I assumed she just knew that she could make it to an actual toilet and would prefer to go there instead of outside. But, once we were back in our room, Brooke did not head for the toilet. “If I pee right away now, that just proves Mina and I are evenly matched,” she said. “I need to show I can really OUTLAST her, so that means I need to wait a bit more.” Holy… It wasn’t over after all! I was delighted! I still was going to enjoy at least a little bit more of Brooke’s desperation before she decided she’d actually proven her bladder’s superiority to Mina’s. She sprawled out on the couch, hands digging against the crotch of her shorts which I was amazed still did not have a damp spot. I saw the grotesquely swollen bulge of her rock hard bladder, achingly filled with what was now 30 hours of accumulated pee. All those drinks, all that time, and she was still keeping it all in! Misty stared at Brooke, “Oh. So… You don’t mind if I use the bathroom right now?” she asked. “Of course not, go ahead,” Brooke said. “I can wait a bit more.” Misty rushed off, clearly in a hurry to pee and get back to watch the rest of the show. “You did good too,” I told Mina, concerned that she may have felt bad about losing. “You lasted way longer than I ever could.” Mina just shrugged, “Hey, I know when I’ve been beat,” she said. “I just… Never thought I’d meet someone else that can wait as long as I can— Let alone even LONGER.” Brooke, in spite of the pain I was sure must have been encompassing her entire lower body, grinned triumphantly. Misty returned and continued to watch Brooke’s writhing, twisting body. Her eyes stilled on the now gargantuan bump in Brooke’s middle. Like me, she’d never seen anything like it before and it filled her with awe and curiosity. And she did something I’d been wanting to do for a while; She reached out a hand and touched Brooke’s swollen abdomen. Brooke’s hips bucked upwards, her body twitching and spasming at the sudden, additional pressure of Misty’s hand. Misty jerked her arm back, “S—Sorry,” she said. “Just… It’s interesting.” “It’s fine…” Brooke said, letting out a puff of air through her mouth. She then looked to me, “You wanna feel it, too?” she asked. Of course I did! Eagerly, I brought my hand forward and rubbed Brooke’s bulging boulder of a bladder. Since she’d known it was coming this time, she didn’t jolt quite as much. But, I did. I’d never… I’d NEVER felt anything like it before. It had been looking like a bowling ball for hours, but it FELT like one as well. It was round, firm, hard as a rock. It was like it was straining against the flat of my palm, I could almost feel it quiver and slosh beneath my touch. I even dared to press down on it, and then Brooke did give a lurch, her legs tangling up even further as I squeezed my hand against her bladder. I released the swell from my grasp and she took a few deep breaths as the pressure inside her began to go back to normal… Well, normal for her anyway. More and more time ticked by, after we’d been back inside for about 1 more hour, Brooke was laying flat on her back on the couch, her bladder protruding and her hands still squeezing away between her coiled legs. Brooke looked like she was holding an entire lack within her body, she looked like she was containing every drop of liquid that existed on Earth. She looked like she was made of nothing but pee. The sweat now rolling off of her in sheets must have been mostly urine, trying its best to find SOME way to exit her body. Still though, she held it. I thought she’d more than proven her ability to outlast Mina by now, but I was in no mood for this to end. As much as I wanted to see and hear what she’d been withholding for the past 31 hours, I would be as patient as I needed to be. In the end, she only moved from the couch when 7:30 was about to roll around, at which point she’d been more than 35 hours without a pee. 7:30 was when her favorite TV show aired, and she didn’t want to be distracted by anything else during it. “Well,” she said smoothly. “I figure I’ve proven my point by now anyway.” That was an understatement, I thought. “I’ll be back,” Brooke added, and then she slowly hobbled along to the restroom. “Mina, you wanna see what you just lost to?” she called teasingly, and I realized that I was in luck; Brooke wasn’t going to shut the door as she peed. She wanted us to watch, to know the full extent of what she’d done today. All three of us joined Brooke in the bathroom, and watched as she calmly slid her shorts down her legs before plopping onto the seat of the toilet. She didn’t start peeing immediately, though I’m sure the feel of the porcelain seat beneath her must have been making her overburdened sphincter ache and plead for release. “Okay,” she said. “I think this is gonna be a long one…” Plink… Plink… Drip… She began to drizzle out a slow stream and she smiled, then shut her eyes, clasping her hands in her lap. “Oh, that feels good..” she said, and I could barely imagine exactly HOW good. Her stream picked up in speed, beginning to hiss and splatter and fizz. Her smile grew; “This is honestly the best part of having a big bladder,” she said. “It feels great to sit back and let it empty.” The powerful jet she released now made the spray she’d treated us to at the bar look like nothing, she gushed and gushed and gushed, her stream not winding down but only growing more and more in its intensity. The hissing was eardrum-shattering, and it was enough to make ME feel like I had to go, and it made Misty start to jump from foot to foot. “Ohh, are you done yet?” she asked. “I need to use it!” “It’ll be a while,” Brooke said modestly overtop of the noise of her thunderous release. “Hold on,” and then she seemed to push down harder, because from the sound of the spray hitting the water beneath her, she was managing to piss even faster now, but still it took a while for her bladder to fully deflate. Almost 4 whole minutes before she was done, at which point Misty was bobbing up and down and clutching at herself. “Okay, okay, are you done?” “Yes,” Brooke confirmed, and after wiping, flushing the toilet, and pulling up her shorts, she was almost shoved over as Misty hurried to fling herself onto the seat she’d just occupied. “Ahhhhhh…” Misty moaned as she began to pour out her own stream, which when compared to what I’d just witnessed from Brooke was akin to the slight drizzle from a busted hose. The other 3 of us left the restroom while Misty finished, and I told Brooke how impressive I’d found her win to be. “That was crazy,” I said. “It was,” Mina agreed. “But, I’m going to want a re-match.”
  7. Anyone got the full version of this video? https://m.vk.com/video-206822280_456239021 Love this video, but not the same without the build up. Out of interest, anyone seen this chick doing other stuff?
  8. New to this and wanted to know what people are looking for. Never made a video. Please submit any requests you have to help me get started. Thanks!
  9. Part 1 of ? (Not sure how many parts there will be, but I do already have the ending in mind) It was just another day like any other. Classmates Naoto Shirogane and Rise Kujikawa were made to be partners on a project for one of their classes. It wasn’t anything too complicated as they were simply tasked with making anything they would deem “creative,” but the problem is that neither of them ever did stuff like this. Naoto is a detective, so she’s more about solving than creating, and Rise is an ex-idol with creating songs needing a wholly different set of skills than creating something physical. This lead to the both of them waiting until the last day before they had to turn in their project tomorrow with zero progress made. Then, after school, Rise came up with an idea. The shadows of the TV world drop a bunch of weird and abstract materials, so if they were to kill a few and put those materials together, they’d definitely be able to come up with something interesting, right? And if they just go to Yukiko’s Castle, a place with the weakest shadows, they’d be able to just head in without having to drag their friends into the mess and get started asap! With one day left to go, Rise grabbed Naoto’s hand and dragged her to the TV world, not knowing Naoto’s embarrassing predicament. “Alright, so here’s the plan,” said Rise. “You’ll do a simple in and out of the castle and destroy and shadows on your path while also collecting anything they drop. I’ll watch over you from the entrance in case you happen to run into any problems. At most, you might need a couple of heals. So, sounds like a plan, right Naoto-chan? …Naoto-chan?” Naoto, dressed in a schoolgirl’s uniform after encouragement from her friends, was silent and looking down. Unbeknownst to her friend, Naoto didn’t have a chance to pee all day. The detective had overslept and had to run to school, was held up in conversations with her senpais in between classes, and was dragged into the TV world by Rise before having a chance to use one of the Junes restrooms. Even worse is that Naoto was introduced to a new trend of “Think Drinks” by her classmates and had drunk 5 cans today trying to brainstorm a way to complete her and Rise’s project. Had she known Rise would be the one to come up with the plan, she never would have added more pressure to her bladder. “Hey, earth to Naoto,” said Rise. “Are you there?” “Huh!?” said Naoto, being brought back to reality. “Oh, yes. Sorry, I was just… thinking of what we could make with the shadow materials. I, uh, think I have a few ideas already.” Naoto couldn’t bring herself to tell her friend that she had to badly pee. If they left the TV world now, it would be difficult to sneak back in without drawing suspicion and the TV world doesn’t have any bathrooms in it, meaning that Naoto had to hold it for the entire trip. “Well, we can worry about that part later,” said Rise. Shadows come in all shapes and sizes and there’s no telling what they’ll drop. So let’s get this show on the road!” “Er… Yes, lets!” With that, Naoto quickly sprinted into the castle, trying her best to hide her “potty run” from Rise. Now on the castle’s first floor, Naoto pulls out her gun and gets into position to fire. “This feels a bit better.” Naoto thinks to herself, “Deep breaths. Deeeep breaths. If I can just focus on the mission at hand, it should hopefully take my mind off my bladder. Now all I need to do if find a… shadow!” A few feet in front of her was a shadow, and a weak one at that. She took a second to steady herself, take aim, and *BLAM*! The shadow was obliterated, but at a cost. “Gah!” Naoto said to herself as a sharp pain was felt at her bladder. Naoto’s gun was strong, too strong. So much so that the recoil put her off balance and caused a minor leak at her panties, making her put her hands on her crotch and do a potty dance. “God dammit!” yelled Naoto. “I’ve been holding it all day and I won’t be able to work like this! I have to let it out now before I soak myself!” The young detective proceeded to undo her skirt and pulled her panties down in seconds. She lifted up her shirt, as to not get it wet, revealing a bulge at her stomach from holding in a day’s worth of piss. The young detective was ready to squat down and let out a violent downpour on the castle’s carpets to relieve herself when suddenly- “Naoto, stop! What are you doing!?” Rise screamed over the communication channel. “R-Rise?” Naoto stammered, forgetting that her friend was watching her. “Are you trying to pee in the middle of the floor!? You can’t do that! It’s so unprofessional!” “I don’t care! I haven’t had a chance to relieve myself all day and I need to let it out now before I end up wetting myself. I don't care if I’m seen as ‘unprofessional,’ I need to do this, now!” Naoto prepared herself, ready to let out a torrential rain of her piss. At this moment, nothing mattered other than relief. She was going to stain the carpets of this castle with a pool of yellow liquid if it was the last thing she did! … … … Or so she thought. “It’s not coming out!” Naoto exclaimed. “Why isn’t it coming out!?” “Phew.” Said Rise. “ That was a close one. I guess you’re one of those people that can’t pee in front of others no matter how hard you try.” “Rise, please,” Naoto said, practically on the verge of tears. “Just cut off the communication and let me pee. I feel like my bladder is going to explode.” “As if! For all I know, if you do this once, it will become a habit of yours. I’m gonna use Kanzeon to make a hologram of me to ‘walk’ with you. Any time you think about peeing, you’ll have me watching over you!” “Rise, you can’t be serious. You’re practically torturing me here. You can’t possibly expect me to kill shadows while holding this all in. Especially with my gun messing up my bladder.” “No way! You’re forbidden from peeing in the TV world! Just hold it until we get back to Junes. The bathrooms are literally one isle away from the electronics area.” “That still doesn’t fix my gun problem.” “Hmm… Oh, I know! Why not use your persona? Yamato-Takeru has light magic, so use that to instantly kill shadows with a Mahamaon.” “I-I can try. Persona!” Naoto, now having pulled up her panties and skirt, agrees to try Rise’s plan and summons Yamato-Takeru. Casting a Mahamaon, she wipes out all the shadows on the current floor! “See? Wasn’t that easy?” said Rise? “It looks like it.” Naoto said with relief in her voice. “My persona did all the work, so there wasn’t any strain on my bladder.” “Awesome! Now it’s time to collect everything they dropped for our project. Only 7 more floors to go!” “S-seven!?” This is both my first ever pee-based fanfiction and my first piece of fiction on this site. I'd love to read any read any feedback given because it was fun writing this first part! And I am sorry if the tags spoil the ending of the story. I don't think I can edit them later, so I just have them in advance.
  10. *Edit: Warning - Exceptional Nudity Just a couple of cute brunette girls peeing in their panties and eating them. I don't blame them. I'd eat them too. Not a cannibal or anything. I was talking about wet panties. Anyway, please enjoy. panties.mp4 tastepanties.mp4
  11. Hey all! I made a short video of me showing off my super wet and messy diaper! https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph61d7a6771ebaa It's probably the biggest mess I've ever made, and I'd be happy to share the story of how I made it if there's interest! Here's a few behind the scenes photos too!
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    This is a mod that swaps Claire's outfit to reveal the sexy ABDL Girl she truely is inside 😉 The Diapered Claire mod is the base. The others are variants that need to be enabled on top of this base. How to install : Install the full game download Fluffy's mod manager 5000 Place the files in the mod manager's "Games\RE2R\Mods" folder (no need to unpack the archives) launch the mod manager to enable the mod of your choosing Launch the game Enjoy !
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    I don't recall seeing this JAV posted before, apologies if it's a re-post. Office workers have desperation-induced accident. Enjoy, Rach
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  15. Hey guys, do anyone know why some girls refuse to go to the toilet even if they have to? Or some who could hold all day without the toilet.
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  18. Okay so hey its been ages since ive been on this website - been busy and also had a boyfriend for a while (over now lol) and he wasnt in to this stuff so i just havent been on. I have a good couple more stories i would love to share that have happened recently. One of my favourite things happened at a party the other week. So just off the heels of my recent ish breakup i decided to go out partying with a group of friends and ended up in manchester gay village (really cool clubs and alot of people my age) anyways let me set the scene... I was wearing a short purple dress as it really warm that week and my favourite pair of purple underwear (i love purple). We turned up to my friends house near the train station to do pres before leaving for manchester which is about a 20 minute train journey. I got drunk pretty quick as i dont really drink too much. And within an hour i was about to burst i was that desperate so i dashed up the stairs and regretfully broke the seal. We drank more before leaving. The train journey was the second place that i had to pee as we where pretty much consitantly drinking and my bladder is very small. we ended up getting to manchester and the walk to the clubbing was the next problem, I already needed to go again (about a 6/10) and we had about a 10 -15 minute walk. It was a pretty uncomfortable walk as i was next to one of my friends josh. josh and i have a flirty relationship (the kind that turns sexual after too many drinks) and tbh i wasnt gonna be unhappy if that was the case so i was on good behaviour. All my good friends in my home town know about my bladder troubles but the ones in uni dont - its kinda embarrassing so i dont tell them. I didnt want him to know i was desperate so i made an effort to ignore the growing pressure in my bladder. At this point i just wanted to get to the club to pee but since we where being led by my very very drunk friend sam we ended up going the wrong way and didnt realise for some time. We stopped as sam went and asked for directions from people but josh took my arm and dragged me off to the side, he had vodka on him and dared me to swig it from the bottle. i said i would only if he did first (which he did and the promptly handed it to me) At this point i was actually getting really desperate (around 8-9/10) but was having to much fun. We passed the drink back and forth until our group had a heading and we continued the treck. I would have been a bit more worried about my situaition if i wasnt basically wasted already but i actually held it no problem until getting to the club. ... i hadnt thought about it but there was a line to get in (of course there was i was just drunk) this was a problem. I think the fact i wasnt allowing myself to show signs of desperation is what caused me to be so desperate at this point, i remember thinking i was already at tipping point and about to burst in the queue in front of josh. I did not want this to happen. I was tensing every muscle i could to keep myself dry when josh leaned in and started kissing me. This was it, i was actually gonna wet myself in front of him. A wave of desperation came over me and i pushed him off of me and looked away for a second to allow myself to really try to not pee. He mustve taken this as a sign i didnt want him to kiss me and said sorry. At this point i felt bad for him and ended up just telling how bad i needed to pee. He went up and talked to the bouncer without hesitation and got me to the front of the queue so i could go and pee (like genuine life saver) I payed and rushed straight away to find the toilets. Only i couldnt find them and there where so many people. I was looking everywhere like fully holding myself to not wet in a desperate panic when i saw the line for the girls toilet (FUCKKKKKK) I knew as soon as i saw the line that i wasnt going to make it i had about 30 seconds tops before it was gonna come out. I was already leaking quite a bit so i just rushed into the guys toilets. There where a couple guys laughing at me that i basically ignored as i rushed into a stall. yanked down my damp pants and peed for about a minute into the toilet. I was so relieved i was on a different planet. But the night was not over yet. Okay so i guess this story is gonna need a part two, im only stopping right now because i have run out of time and writing out what happened took a bit longer than i thought. I will post the part two asap.
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    I was looking thru twitter and found this great account with this nice free messing video! Here is the account if you want to follow: Dirtydiaperprincess 18+ Only. (@lilcgfetishist) / Twitter I hope she makes more stuff!
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    Support the developers here. The two save files are from King12345678, the uploader of the raw game. Dialogs and choices should be translated and other game-breaking texts are not. Needs Japanese locale to run. Locale.Emulator.2.5.0.1.zip Belka, a female swordfighter who received a request for escort from the main character On the island of Julilla, where she went, she was swayed by her stomach upset ... It's an RPG type game 【Precautions】 * There is no avoidance route with direct excretion expression. [Branch] None One ending Game Over with boss battle annihilation * Since it is created with Udita, it is for PC only. Please check the basic operation with the trial version. Illustration cooperation Mr. Ura Idea, test cooperation Mr. Meat Mr. Okoze Hayakawa Raw:
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    pretty young blond girl smokes a cigarette going downstairs outside. She gos down on her knees and is having fun ... I tried do post this in the forums "smoking and wetting". But kmy downsized file dosn't work. So I decided to post it here. Found this on pornkai.com and hope I read the DNP-List properly.
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  22. found this awesome video of riley reid and her friend wetting their shorts on vk. two_girls_pee_her_shorts.mp4 (720p).mp4
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    Here are three cosmetic mods designed for Resident Evil 2 Remake adding wet patches for Ada's dress, Anette Birkin's jeans and Claire's jeans outfit. How to install : Install the full game download Fluffy's mod manager Place the files in the mod manager's "Games\RE2R\Mods" folder (no need to unpack the archives) launch the mod manager to enable the mod of your choosing Launch the game Enjoy 🙂
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    Part 1 "Omuyuri" is a girls-only gathering where you can't use the toilet. Participants this time are Hana-chan and Torira-chan, who have never appeared in the "Diaper Club". In other words, it is the first time to see adult paper diapers as well as cloth diapers. Both of them are very excited about the colorful diapers. The urge to urinate grows while talking about peeing episodes when I was a student and experiences of bedwetting dreaming of a toilet coming out. Before my partner holds the recording camera to share the black history of peeing, I will make a big stain on my pants and a sea of pee under my feet. Perhaps I'm nervous, Rira-chan's peeing doesn't stop right away. Hana-chan's peeing after drinking an energy drink is bright yellow. After cleaning each other's dirty crotch, patter baby powder. I'm finally wearing a paper diaper. Rira-chan broke the side a little, but Hana-chan, who wore Super Big safely and couldn't get SB because of the pelvis (?), Wore black and fashionable bed-wetting pants, and peeed again. It is such a fleeting and precious document video. Part 2 "Omuyuri" is a girls-only gathering where you can't use the toilet. Participants this time are Hana-chan and Torira-chan, who have never appeared in the "Diaper Club". In other words, it is the first time to see adult paper diapers as well as cloth diapers. After struggling to wear the cloth diapers that I encountered for the first time in my life, I changed into my pajamas and prepared to go to bed. Before going to bed, play with a baby bottle & pacifier and a doctor's set. Cute twin-tailed Hana-chan attaches a ribbon, scrunchie, and Kuma-san clip to the hair of an adult beauty Rira-chan to make her a little girl metamorphose. The memory talk of bedwetting started, and I tried to reproduce it. I lie down, close my eyes, hold my hands and say, "Let's get out," but it's hard to get out while sleeping. Even so, in the end, the limit of the bladder is reached, wet stains spread on the sheets, and wet pajamas stick to the buttocks. Hana-chan's pee that I put up with a lot is in the yellow pond! It is a documentary video that makes me feel like I'm spoiled when I clean up my bedwetting and hit a paper diaper, and breastfeed each other in order.
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    DLF65-03 Amateur beautiful woman. Patience at the very limit of feeling like to urine limit Planning of this time in close contact with the girls such " I'm good at is to put up my pee." It is not considered to accompany Me Not is said that such happy. Child that does not stop the water supply to the habit you want to pee, and children that the public patience got an instruction to write in huge bulletin board. I have floated an expression of ecstasy looking good of feeling pleasure to replace the bladder Pampanga state anyway. Moment of Pissing visiting suddenly as dam if to collapse! Pee a large amount of flow out like a waterfall force open as passed through the mouth slightly. Child next to you also might be the middle of patience maybe? P.S. Not all Scenes. Some of Scenes is lost.
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