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  1. 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.”
  2. Hello, I started creating 3D renders of Disney (and other) characters. But I'm not sure what situations I should put the characters in. Do you mind sharing some stories or scenarios with characters you like? Here is my Twitter account for some of my work:
  3. I'm going to start an interactive! Do you think the setting should be at a gym class or at the actual gym?
  4. https://vk.com/id357544459?z=video357544459_456239063 This is old, but it's the one seldom seen. It features beautiful mistress talking while pooping her white panties. The more common one is the sequel, part 2, where she already has the poop in her panties from the ending of this one, and where she just talks mistress dom stuff. This one is sexier in my opinion. Sorry for the VK, but it's the only place I could find it. Feel free to rip it. Funny thing is, when I saw the part 2 years ago with poop already in panties, I wondered if it was fake, because the stuff she is rapping rings fake. Now by seeing this one, the part 1, I know it is real.
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    This is a collection of a bunch of girls wetting pullups. I have tried to not include any videos you can find in one of the bigger tumblr collections made by Rachel which you should totally check out btw. Sources I can give you: There is only one video from a Rachel collection which is just too good to exclude here: tumblr_qz3pemIval1yi86zs The videos with the chinese letters are from a twitter called "heaven そら". These are the videos from this twitter I consider the best. There are more to find, I have another upload of these. Unfortunately the account was suspended, but here is a link anyways: https://twitter.com/lOqbzmeMpf0WGhK/ The video "Leaking pee everywhere-rt6u16f" is from https://www.xnxx.com/video-rt6u16f/leaking_pee_everywhere The video "what a sexy b.! she loves sucking the pacifier while she takes off her diaper, she is already very mischievous-qm3uta3" is from https://www.xnxx.com/video-qm3uta3/what_a_sexy_b._she_loves_sucking_the_pacifier_while_she_takes_off_her_diaper_she_is_already_very_mischievous The video "Kayla diaper girl teen b.mp4" is from https://www.xnxx.com/video-459cdc3/kayla_diaper_girl_teen_b. For the other videos I have only found them as reposts so I can unfortunately not give you the origins. The video called "11.mp4" is seemingly from a creator called Lainey. If you are wondering, which file is which thumbnail, you can see it if you look at URL of the thumbnail image.
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    Playing in an intense game and fighting off urge to pee but can't hold it anymore
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  7. Spring is finally here, which means it's possible to flood your pants out in the woods without freezing your ass off on the walk back home. So I celebrated this today on a sunny spot by the lake. I also enjoyed some rewettings along the walk back. Black jeans and a hoodie was hiding it well enough. Don't ask me why there is a light grey colour in the crotch area of the jeans. I have absolutely no idea. 20220426_135228_1.mp4
  8. Hey guy! yesterday I bought myself tena diapers ! I love them so much , they hold a lot but my bladder was so full that I leak a little , after my wetting I masturbate and I cum so hard ! The best thing of the week ! And here is some pics of my wet pants
  9. There she was. She floated like a goddess, she had the powers of one too. Uncontainable in every way possible, yet she folded so perfectly in Lena Luthor's hand. And just as instructed, Supergirl was hovering over Lena's office balcony as per the text Lena sent not less than five, maybe six minutes ago. "Lena?" Kara asked sharply, clearly pretending that this was an inconvenience. Lena looked over her shoulder, as if to say she didn't hear Kara arrive. She stood up from her desk, her long charcoal dress hanging just a few inches under her knees, but was tight enough to show every bit of curvature the Luthor had to offer. Seeing Lena's tight dress changed Kara's expression from one of impatience to one of need. "Is it true, Kara?" Lena toyed with her a little, motioning Kara inside the office as she turned away from her. Unsure of what she meant, Kara landed gracefully, her cape wrapped around her legs a little. "Is what true, Lena?" The Kryptonian inquired, almost scared. Lena faced Kara again, they stood maybe six feet apart now. "Is it true that you belong to me?" Lena said sternly, closing the gap to maybe three feet. Kara's bottom lip dropped for a second as she thought about this. "Did you call me from the other side of the city just to ask me that?" Kara asked, trying to sound confident. The gap closed further. Inches apart now. Lena raised her right hand to meet Kara's cheek, and the Kryptonian immediately lowered her head in Lena's hand. "You know why I wanted you here, Kara," Lena said softly. Kara inched back for a second, stammering over her words. "Lena, I should really - " Kara began, but Lena quickly silenced her with a finger to her lips. This little action made Kara feel so fucking weak, but she loved it. Lena followed up with resting the back of her hand on Kara's shoulder. Kara had done this enough to know what it meant. She slowly got down on her knees in front of Lena. The Luthor brushed messy blonde hair from the Kryptonian's face as she admired her. Kara looked down in defeat. "Do I need to say the words?" Lena inquired, the back of her hand still weighted on Kara's shoulder. Kara shook her head to indicate no. "I like saying them anyways," Lena teased. Kara looked up now, innocent eyes. Lena made eye contact with her. "But I'd like it even better if you said the words this time," Lena advised. Kara's bottom lip quivered. "Okay," Kara thought. "Mistress Luthor, I am your piss slut. I'm helpless without you," Kara said, weakly. Lena grew a mischievous smile. "What do you usually do after that?" Luthor checked, already knowing the answer. Kara looked up surprised, humiliation burnt in her expression. "I-I pee my pants," Kara muttered, but quickly followed up, "But we agreed not in the suit!" Lena took a moment on this, "You agreed not in the suit, but either way, we both know it's machine washable," Lena smiled. "I wouldn't make you hold it all day while fighting crime to let you use the bathroom, would I?" Lena reminded Kara of her all day holding event. Kara couldn't compete with the weight of Lena's hand, her words or how stunning this woman was. Without hesitation, the blue fabric of Kara's Supergirl pantsuit began to soak almost black, her defeat expanding outwards than downwards across her thighs until the warmth pooled around her knees. Kara's breathing heightened, but everything in her body tensed as nearly fifteen hours of piss poured out of her bladder into her suit. Kara looked up from her mess to Lena, who quickly offered Kara her hand to help her on her feet. "Should I expect you at my apartment tonight?" Lena said, devious. "Y-Yeah," Kara offered the shy response. Before the conversation could continue, Kara's enhanced hearing picked up some nearby screaming. "I-I have to go, there's -" Kara started again, "No, go, the world needs Kara Danvers - even if she can't keep her pants dry," Lena interrupted, watching the redness spread on Kara's cheeks before she flew away so quick it was almost as if she teleported. A LIL SOMETHIN I MADE UP COMPLETELY ON THE FLY! There's like so many comic book characters I want to dive back into writing about now. I might do a Jessica Jones training Kate Bishop thing, but the age difference makes it a little weird, and that's a comic book deep cut. Also considering more Black Widow & Scarlet Witch stories, because Nat and Wanda totally fight for dominance. The Harcourt character from Peacemaker might be a good one too. Give me some suggestions in the comments!
  10. I was skimming through the previous messing post on here, and I noticed a gif of an amateur named ShittyFantasy. What a babe. I remember a video that I liked of her in blue panties. After some digging, I came across a couple of her videos plus that one to share. Please enjoy. Add more if you like. SFantasy1.mp4 SFantasy2.mp4 SFantasy3.mp4
  11. Addison, a beautiful brunette with long and curly hair, was having a normal work day. She got up, took care of her morning routine, then she got dressed, putting on her black work t-shirt and her new, form-fitting, khaki, semi-formal pants. Before leaving for her double, she made sure to fill her 32 oz water bottle all the way. Her first shift went by fine, it was really slow and the tables she was serving were low maintenance and nice enough. By the time she got back to work from break, she had refilled her water bottle 2 times. She was fine for the first 30 minutes of her shift, it was really busy and she didn’t even think about the slight discomfort growing in her bladder. Eventually, Addison’s need to pee became impossible to ignore, unfortunately, it was too busy for her to get the opportunity to go. it was like every time she got caught up on orders and all her tables were good, another table was seated in her section. She would’ve told the hostess that she needed her to slow down on seating her but when she went up,, the hostess was doing a pee dance behind the podium as customers kept on coming in, so Addison said nothing. As time went by, Addison was doing everything she could to not look desperate in front of her customers, however every drink she filled made her bladder hurt. Finally the rush died down and she was able to breathe. She went up to the hostess, Millie, to tell her she was going to the restroom, but before she could say anything millie, who had her legs crossed and both hands holding her crotch through her khaki shorts blurted “watch this, I’m about to pee myself” and ran to the restroom, which was in clear view of the host stand. Addison stood up front, She had her legs crossed, and since no one could see, she had one hand between her legs to help her hold it. She looked over longingly in the direction of the restroom, hoping to see Millie coming back, but instead she saw Millie standing in front of the door to the ladies room waiting. Millie was crossing and uncrossing her legs, shifting her weight from foot too foot, and bobbing up and down, while holding herself. Addison, seeing her desperation, felt her own increase. She tried to distract herself, she began fiddling with a pen for a bit but then a wave of desperation hit and she bent double, legs crossed, and grabbed her crotch. The wave subsided and she stood up straight again, her bladder had a noticeable bulge. She looked towards the restrooms again just in time to see Millie freeze, put a hand over her mouth, and dart out the door. There were a few drops of liquid on the floor where Millie’d been standing and Addison realized Millie had at least leaked if not completely lost it. However, 5 minuets later, Millie walked back and said “Phew, I almost peed all over myself, whoever is in there is taking so long that I had to run out to the dumpster area and relieve myself there. Addison noticed the smallest patch of damp material on Millies crotch and the faint smell of pee caused another wave of desperation. “Well, I gotta go!” And hurried. Being rather bladder-shy, Addison wasn’t eager to go pee outside so she tried the restroom door just in case and found it locked, so she nocked and a voice from inside said “Occupied, sorry I’m a bit sick rn” -fuck- she thought. “Ok ma’m, but if you could hurry, I really need to use it” Addison said. There was no answer. Addison waited about 7 more minutes when another wave hit, by this point she was doing a similar pee dance to Millie and despite grabbing herself with both hands and crossing her legs as tight as possible while bent at the waist, she felt two spurts of pee escape and a small patch of her khakis dampen slightly. Just as Addison was about to run outside, the restroom door opened and the manager walked out but before anything could be said, Addison dashed in, locking the door behind her. She ran to the toilet, fumbled with her belt for a few painful seconds, her legs shaking, her bladder quivering. After finally getting her belt undone, she started undoing her button but had to stop to press a hand to her throbbing urethra. She went to unzip her pants, but suddenly, the zipper was stuck. “Oh noooo, not now” she whimpered to herself. Addison tugged again at the zipper, to no avail. She was standing, butt hovering over the toilet, ready to sit as soon as her clothes were out the way, but the zipper was not budging. Another wave hit and she moaned and crossed her legs, bent double, pants now tightly digging into her bladder. She leaked again, and the dark patch at her crotch spread, she regained control and decided to try pushing the pants down anyway but her curvy figure prevented that. then, back to back waves as all the water she drank started to spurt to of her throbbing urethra, she kept tying to stop it but to no avail, the leaks kept happening and eventually, she completely lost control. the wet patch spread across her backside and down her legs in thin lines that thickened. it was so much pee that it burst through her pants, gushing through her clothes and onto the floor. She felt a combination of ecstatic relief and embarrassment as her bladder continued to empty. finally, she gave up trying to stop it and sat on the toilet, fully clothed, and let the pee just gush out of her. The stream was so powerful that it shot out go her and splattered all over the restroom floor. after the flow finally stopped, she messaged her manager and said she had started her period and then ran out the building so nobody could see what had happened. Addison spread a towel on the seat of her car and sat down, looking at her now-soaked pants. She tried her zipper again and this time, of course, it went down. She slid her pants down and touched the soaked crotch of her blue panties. She felt a shudder of pleasure run up and down her spine as she began to rub her clitoris through her panties. Then, she pulled them to the side and began rubbing it directly, biting her lip as she rubbed herself to the point of orgasm.
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    female Monshin

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    The heroine who feels sick visits the infirmary The player asks a question as a teacher in the infirmary The selected question changes the heroine's stomach condition and the ending branches (Scat Warning) Support here: https://reizo-ko.booth.pm/items/2935720
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    A guy pees on a girl while she's still desperate in jeans. The penis is NOT shown. I wonder how it felt for your pants to be peed on with a full bladder! From this twitter thread: Special thanks to @omovolker for finding this video.
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    A woman having sex with a full bladder can hold it no longer. You can really hear it in her voice. Not normally my thing but I like this one.
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    OH MY GOD! I can’t believe this just happened! I ate some dumplings last night and they must not have agreed with my stomach, my guts were gurgling so loud it woke me up and I immediately knew I only had a few seconds to get out of bed and make it to the bathroom. I put one foot on the floor and realized I wasn’t going to make it, so instead I just put a few paper towels down and grabbed my phone and hit record… I didn’t even have time to pull my panties down and this is the result!
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  16. Hello there, 001. This is 002. Long time no see. The information is sealed within this post. I'll be at HQ in an hour. For England, Hedonist P.S. - What we have here is a couple of vids of girls (completely) going in their panties. First, we have a seasoned veteran wearing red frilly panties named "Mirror Girl". You may have seen her old vids around the block. This may be a repost, but is uncommon to come across. Second video is one I haven't seen before. Cute slender babe fills her white panties a little. Then she tries to pose and make more of a mess before getting a bucket to relieve herself entirely. Just soaking her ruined panties. It's adorable seeing her try so hard to go more afterward. Please enjoy. *Warning - Maybe a bare butt. Also, Contains Messing. They do wet themselves. It is the namesake of the site. MirrorGirlRedPanties.mp4 WhitePantieGirlTriesHard.mp4
  17. In this super sexy photo set Alisha and Gabriella show off in their cheer uniforms and pee in their panties. This stunning gallery features more than one hundred and fifty photos of Alisha and Gabriella. Clearly they are having fun posing for the camera in their cheer uniforms and peeing in their panties together.
  18. Hiiii everyone, this is my first time posting art, hope you all like like it!! ps. open to constructive criticism
  19. Got some tena pants for free in the post, they were just like pull ups so I thought I would check them out before and see how much they could hold, turns out not a lot, hadn't finished peeing for the first time and I could feel the tell tale sign of them leaking, didn't want to make a mess so took them off and finished off in the toilet. Had a little play with a big climax as the feeling of the padding against me always turns me on. Might wear the other one another day and let them leak into my jeans. Anyone else tried tena before?
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    Another visual novel based on a story from Shara and Ger's old website. This one was one of my favorite stories by the author Gillian. Don't expect anything groundbreaking, as I'm still very limited in my abilities. I'm not sure if I'll be making many more of these, as they're a surprising amount of work for something so simple. Still, it's been fun exercising some creativity and sharing with the community.
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  21. With Wattpad recently deleting diaper-related fiction, I thought posting my newest story here would be a better idea than letting it go to waste. -- I awoke in a glowing, white room with no discernable walls or flooring - the incomprehensible span of white convinced me that I was dreaming, though I could still feel sensations as if I were awake. I began walking into the endless ocean of white in front of me, when suddenly a smattering of golden light appeared before me, illuminating a figure. Draped in white, flowing robes, her marble skin looked almost otherworldly, like an ancient statue brought to life. Her breasts were enormous, barely covered by her sheer, silky robes, so much so that they appeared larger than my head. Her thighs, too, appeared as if they could crush me between them with next-to-no struggle - they were only made larger by the diaper which surrounded them. Despite being something so juvenile, her commanding aura bolstered its appearance into an article just as mystifying as the rest of her apparel. "Izzie. I know that you are wondering how you had been transported here, or what the purpose of this encounter is in the first place." Her golden, swirling eyes pierced my own in an oddly comforting, personal manner. "Y-yes, you're right." "Well, Izzie, I... am a succubus. Though, I am no average demon - instead, I am one of the many fetish-succubi that exist throughout the many, many hells. As you can no doubt see, my domain encompasses any kink related to padding and its uses." She took my hand and guided it to her diaper, then gazed deeper into my eyes. "And I am in need of a new servant. Should you accept my offer, I will grant you a boon - namely, a wish-granting diaper that can mold the very reality around you. You, however, will be required to mold a human into a diaper-wearer at least once a month. Should you fail to do so, I would absorb your life essence into the diaper surrounding my waist and see to it that you suffer the rest of your existence trapped as my padding." "Well... why me?" "Darling, I know the names of every person within my domain - you were at the top of my list. You look so unassuming that I never would have otherwise thought, but this will give you the opportunity to indulge yourself in a way you never previously could. Now... do you accept?" I was flustered, yet intrigued. Frightened, yet simultaneously excited. I walked away from her and started to pace the empty room, thinking over whether or not accepting would be worth it. After several minutes passed, I finally came to a decision. "...Alright, I accept." "Consider it a deal, then." I reached out my hand, expecting a formal handshake. Rather than accept, she tackled me to the ground. Now overtop of me, she straddled my waist and I felt each, individual crinkle of her padding. The deity winked, and suddenly, the chilling white of the room faded and was overtaken by a dimming, yellowed color. With a muffled hiss, I felt a sensational warmth spread against my waist as the deity 'sealed the deal,' eventually overtaking my whole body. I felt the blues of my eyes drain away, being replaced with a newfound, yellow gaze. My tailbone elongated, becoming a full-fledged, spear-headed tail, as wings sprouted from my back. "Those newfound features, aside from the eyes, will only appear in this realm, I can assure you. The wishing device, however, will be visible to all that witness it, though only you have the power to wish while wearing it. Furthermore, you must be wearing it to make a wish in the first place. Understand? Now, go forth and enjoy yourself!" The deity waved her hand, causing my vision of the room to fade and me to finally awaken. My alarm clock rang, signifying that it was 7:30. Groggily exiting my bed, I walked across the room to turn off its persistent blaring. "Ugh. What a... weird dream. My subconscious must be trying to tell me something. It just felt so real." I finally looked into the mirror hanging on my wall, and staring back at me were eyes which I didn't recognize. "Ho-ho-hoooly shit, wait!" I looked down, noticing a peculiar article of clothing surrounding my waist: a pearlescent, pristine pull-up! I ran my fingers along it, causing it to crinkle under the pressure. Its quality was almost, well, it was otherworldly. "This must be... This can't be... I. I wish that my bladder would suddenly be full to bursting in thirty seconds, and that I was physically incapable of relieving myself." My eyes glowed faintly, and I began to watch the clock: five seconds, ten seconds, twenty seconds and finally - agony! Suddenly, I felt my bladder swell like an overblown balloon, and my desperation was unparalleled. It felt as if I was constantly on the verge of letting go, but couldn't no matter how hard I tried. I pressed my hand into my bladder, expecting some form of dribble, and was met with a familiar sense of pressure and pain - without the familiar, faint dribble. It was as excruciating as it was arousing. "I - I wi - ohh my god - wish that I could relieve myself, but that the capacity of my bladder was limitless." Like a bursting, summer dam, my innate floodgates had crumbled, causing all of it to rush out at once. I was hot and bothered, and the overwhelming warmth emanating from my crotch wasn't helping anything. Now, I've peed for a long time before, but this was otherworldly - multiple, multiple uninterrupted minutes of peeing passed as my diaper swelled, and swelled, and swelled, never reaching a leaking point. "I wish that I - I - stopped peeing!" Abruptly, I stream faded and I was left with my thoughts alone.
  22. There’s a new cute scene in ‘The Bubble’ where Karen Gillan’s character complains about being overworked as an actress, so they make her character in ‘Cliff Beasts 6’ wet herself as a passive-aggresive punishment. It’s about an hour into the movie and you can watch it on Netflix. Disclosure: It’s not a genuine wetting within the film but I found it enjoyable nonetheless. If none of this makes sense, I apologize, it will after you watch it.
  23. Hi all! Ive been browsing for awhile and finally worked up the courage to share bc I am DESPERATE!! Today I came home from a hot yoga class just drenched in sweat. I was so proud of myself I wanted to show off so I said to my beautiful amazing hubby, “feel my leggings theyre so wet!” He replied, “wow did you pee in them or something !?” my heart stopped, I’ve been hinting and hinting to him that this is something I am SO CURIOUS about. And here he is making a joke not knowing it’s EVERYTHING I WANT!! allow me to elaborate: I am in my mid 20s and over the last 5-10 yrs I’ve begun exploring my own omorashi desires. It started in middle school, I read a book where the main character had a bed wetting problem. I would sit in class, hormones coursing through my veins & read the same paragraph over and over. I felt so aroused and so tabu at the same time. then as I moved out of my parents house I began to explore, wetting in the shower in my bathing suit, sitting in the potty with my Jeans on or going for a midnight walk and wetting before I got home… I met my hubby 5 years ago and never thought I’d tell but one day he caught me watching porn, it was a scene where a girl was giving head and peeing … this was about 2 years ago and I’ve been trying to get him to explore with me ever since!!! id love to see him drunk struggling to undo his belt and making a mess of his jeans or have him pin me down and tickle me until I am spirting streams of piss everywhere.. how can I talk him into this!?!? Or trick him… please help! what’s worked for you guys!?
  24. I was just thinking about this recently and was chatting extensively about it last night in the pool chat. I was thinking about my job in the summer and how ironically, given that I am extremely introverted and solitary by nature, that I was actually interacting more with people on a regular basis in public than ever before, and amazingly I was doing so with a full bladder. Somebody made the comment that it sounded like having a full bladder made me more outgoing, but I don't think that that was the case at all, I just simply found myself forced to have to interact with people while at the same time forced to deal with a full bladder, which made sort of an awkward situation even more awkward but you still had to suck it up and deal with it. But this got me thinking and how being desperate changes how you deal with other people. In general when I have to go to the bathroom and I know that others are empty I feel much more deferential to them, as having a full bladder makes you somewhat meek, and you don't want to start a confrontation when your bladder is full, and especially when you know that other people aren't, because the last thing you want to do is to get into a fight or a confrontation while you are trying to hold in a desperately full bladder. So I found that weirdly during the year of my job during Covid where I was outdoors and the bathrooms were most often locked, as I found myself interacting with people in public parks and beaches and whatnot, often standing a few feet away from a locked bathroom door knowing that they had empty bladders, and just having to try to concentrate on being polite and everything like that and cordial and professional, while I was trying to ignore the fact that my bladder was the entire time desperately screaming for relief, and that I couldn't ignore it or put it out of my mind, so I was in the awkward position of feeling a very full bladder while also having to interact with general members of the public who might not be likewise so desperate, or if they were they would be soon getting relief, at least sooner than I was at any rate. This caused me to reflect on the other situations in which I think that when a person is desperate it changes how they interact to some degree. Like I still remember that bus trip that I was on one time with 60 men and 60 women, where all of the men got to pee at the break but only about 20 of the women did. For the 80 people who got to go to the bathroom they were all towards the front of the bus, and they were chatty and rowdy and everything like that, but the 40 women in the back of the bus who didn't get to go to the bathroom you can tell were a lot more quiet and subdued, and I have no doubt it had to do with the fact that their bladders were all full and that they were concentrating on holding it. I had often had conversations with somebody about this, about how sometimes women seem like they are crazy when a bathroom is near, and he thought that it was just women being pushy or crazy or hysterical or something like that, until he realized when I pointed out that often the men would have gotten to go at several bathroom stops quickly while not all of the women would have gotten to go, so some of the women had been holding it for several stops, so naturally when the bathroom arise you all get aggressive with one another and want to be first in line for the bathroom. You'd be crazy too if you were holding it all day. And it also made me think of another time also on the bus, what I call my tour guide situation, which I once wrote a story about. Basically you had a situation similar to the above where you had perhaps two or three buses that had maybe about 120 people altogether, fairly equally mixed from men and women, although I don't know the exact number because back then I didn't count the way I do now (yeah I know I'm strange in that regard). But you had a situation where there was sort of a long bus ride lasting three or 3 1/2 hours for most of the buses, but our bus got delayed in traffic, so the one bus arrived like 30 minutes later, making it a four hour bus ride or whatever. When the last bus managed to arrive all of the men were able to quickly use the bathroom, but there was a huge line of women to use the bathroom that would probably be at least another half hour to wait on. Now the tour guide in that situation, who was herself female, and probably knew what kind of situation the women were facing, nonetheless had a schedule to keep, so for those 15 or so women who didn't get a chance to use the bathroom before the tour began would just have to hold on and wait. Now all of the women of course protested that we had been on the bus for four hours and we really needed a bathroom break, but the tour guide wasn't budging, so we all reluctantly had to get on line and get in line with the tour, which began promptly. Now interesting things sort of occurred where you had the majority of people in the tour group who got to go to the bathroom before the tour began, who were all talking and chatting and social and easy and casual, then you had those 15 women who didn't get to go to the bathroom, of which I was one of them (the universe really never gives me a break or throws me a bone LOL, though to be fair I probably wouldn't have remembered this incident at all had I gotten to go to the bathroom), an interesting thing began happening, in which the 15 women who didn't get to go to the bathroom sort of unconsciously just started to gather around together. We were sort of slinking around in the back of the tour group as though we were shunning all of those who got to go to the bathroom when we didn't, and we mostly hung around with one another it seemed, rather than the rest of the tour group. So what I found interesting was that it seemed as though the groups actually formed factions, with the majority going with the group who went to go to the bathroom, the rest sticking together with that small minority of women who didn't, sort of standing along together where we vented our mutual complaints over our situation, so it sort of created a weird situation of solidarity of misery loves company I suppose you would say. There was one particular woman I remembered, who was this really big fat woman with a camera around her neck and also had a bottle that she kept drinking from every couple of minutes. Now I knew that we were both in the same situation, where we were anticipating we would have gotten to go to the bathroom before the tour began, but I found myself unconsciously judging her for drinking in a situation like that, because I figured if we weren't getting to go to the bathroom she was being foolish by making her situation worse, or maybe it was just because I was thirsty and didn't want to drink much and I sort of resented the fact that she was drinking. She however was very vocal compared to the rest of the group about the fact that she wanted a bathroom, and would complain every couple of minutes but the tour guide, and the rest of the tour would just sort of look at us like we were being a nuisance, as though something very basic like having to relieve ourselves was asking some type of extraordinary demand just to be able to have a bathroom break. Then about 45 minutes into the tour, so keep in mind now we had been about nearly 4 hours and 45 minutes without a bathroom, although for the people who were on the tour who got to go to the bathroom it had only been about an hour. At this point the one who didn't get to go to the bathroom we were becoming more vocal about the fact that we needed to go to the bathroom. And the tour guide indicated that we could take a bathroom break but it means that we would have to forgo 15 minutes of photo opportunities, so she decided to put it to a vote, never mind the fact that the need for us to relieve ourselves was a more urgent need than anybody's need to take a photograph. Predictably the majority who got to go to the bathroom and didn't really need another bathroom break again voted for the photo opportunity, with only the minority of the women who didn't get to pee voting for us to get a God dammed bathroom break already. When we were outvoted we of course complained, but the group had spoken and despite how vocal we had become about our need for a damn bathroom we complied with the group's wishes, because I guess what else can you really do in that situation? Looking back years later I think that this taught me a lot about how the minority is often screwed over by the majority and what struggles of scarcity does to people. The interesting thing I observed about this fact though is that the people who got to go to the bathroom were pretty much indifferent to the suffering of the people who didn't get to go to the bathroom. This is another thing I have observed, and I have chatted about with others who have told me similar, once you have gotten your own relief you simply don't care about the other people behind you. It's like women waiting in line for a bathroom all will fight to be first in line and you simply don't care all that much about the women who are behind you might not get to go at all, as it's a survival of the fittest scenario. Even though those women know what it's like to be in that situation for the other women they are more concerned with their own relief, and once they are relieved they tend to gather among the others who are relieved and are nice and casual and calm and cool and relaxed about it. At this point the women who didn't get to go to the bathroom, we were pretty much fuming over the fact that we didn't get to go, and no matter how vocal we protested we realized it wasn't going to happen any sooner, so another interesting thing happened where we just started to become more complacent. We still complained among ourselves, but it seemed like as the tour went on we started gravitating back to going with our friends and family from the group that did get to go to the bathroom. I guess it was sort of like a feeling of resignation, or perhaps knowing that we would soon turn on each other when a bathroom was available because we all needed it just as badly, and would soon be in competition for being first to the bathroom. Of course when we complain to the other people who got to go to the bathroom they made us seem like the selfish ones for wanting to take away everybody's photo opportunity just so we could go to the bathroom, where we thought that they were rather being selfish for the fact they didn't need a photo opportunity, but we very badly needed a bathroom, and weren't enjoying the tour very much as a result of the fact that all he could concentrate on was the fact we hadn't peed in nearly 5 hours. But our solidarity did seem to be been getting broken up by the fact that we had resigned ourselves to our situation. And what I was chatting about in chat this night we brought up an interesting thing where I was chatting with another woman who had been in similar situations to this, and she said that if she was desperate she would probably gravitate over towards the group of desperate women, because she would enjoy watching them squirm if she had gotten to go to the bathroom, and if she hadn't gotten to go to the bathroom she would still want to be around those other women who didn't get to go, because I guess there is something of a shared struggle that brings you closer together like that. The interesting thing that I brought up though, and that both of us agreed on, is that if we were the ones who got to go to the bathroom we would want one of the people that we knew personally who didn't get to go to the bathroom to be along with the group that did get to go to the bathroom, and I thought that that was interesting because it's like having a person cornered, and that realization suddenly made it makes sense why all of the women who were desperate just automatically group themselves together, because there is safety in numbers, but also because you don't want to be the only one who didn't get to go to the bathroom, because it puts your own situation much more difficult to ignore because you feel like you are once again the different, the outsider. So what happened as the tour went on and as I started interacting more with people from the group who did get to go to the bathroom, I was trying my hardest to ignore the fact that I had to go to the bathroom, but I did feel kind of vulnerable among them in a way that I didn't with the group of women who had to go to the bathroom as well. Knowing that all of them got to go to the bathroom I just couldn't stop thinking about it, I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that they all got to go to the bathroom. Eventually we did get to a bathroom, I don't know how long exactly it took, but by the time we all finally had another bathroom break those 15 women were truly going out of their minds, and I know I certainly was. But once again the interesting thing is that the big fat woman that I remember chatting with for most of the day, the one really vocal about going to the bathroom and us getting a bathroom break, when she had come out of the bathroom and was relieved she just instantly stopped caring. She came over and chatted with me, but while I was still waiting in line with the bathroom but it seemed like she was now casual and had completely forgotten about the fact that I was dying to go to the bathroom still, despite the fact that that's all we had been talking about all day long, the second she went to the bathroom it's like none of that ever happened. Thereafter thinking about this scenario in light of my job and lots of other experiences I had during my life, I was thinking that a person without this fetish probably never thinks about this too much, and it's probably only because I have a fetish that I noticed this so much, more so in retrospect and at the time. But I found it sort of like a fascinating thing psychologically or sociologically or however you want to put it. The thing that I was thinking about is that there are lots of situations where there is a limited amount of time to use the bathroom, such as during a bus stop where a huge number of women need to go to the bathroom at once, but not all of them get to go. Like with that bus trip that I mentioned in the beginning with the 40 women who didn't get to go, or the 15 women who didn't get to go on that tour guide situation, the weird thing is that often people will go back to normal interacting without seemingly acknowledging the situation. Maybe others will back me up on this, but have you ever been in a situation where there was a limited amount of time for the women to use the bathroom, some of the women got to go to the bathroom, and perhaps a majority didn't get to go to the bathroom, but then at the end of the day whether you got to go or not you all have to get back on the bus together and continue interacting. And it's interesting to see that the women who didn't get to go to the bathroom just get back on the bus and keep interacting with the women who did and they never mention the fact that they didn't get to go to the bathroom. Now the person with a fetish what I am thinking is how could they not be thinking about that? Again maybe it's because I am probably on the spectrum somewhere and I have these weird fixations, but it seems weird to me that you will have a group of people, all who know that they all have to go to the bathroom, but where some of them don't get to go to the bathroom and some of them do, and then they all get back on the bus together and interact like this didn't happen, but nobody acknowledges the fact that those women didn't get to go to the bathroom, they clearly still need the bathroom and they won't be getting to the bathroom again anytime soon. And to me that just kind of drives me nuts, being in a group of people that I know got to go to the bathroom when I didn't, I can't stop thinking about the fact that they got to go to the bathroom. I kind of wonder if the woman who did get to go to the bathroom ever think while they are chatting with the women who didn't get to go to the bathroom, my God she must really have to go to the bathroom now, especially as time goes on and on and there is still no further bathroom breaks and stuff like that. But then this took me back to my job, where I realized that when you have reached a point where you know others have gone to the bathroom where you didn't, and we you know you have to go, yeah it kind of really bugs me that the other people got to go to the bathroom, and it's hard for me not to think about that, and if they don't have a fetish they are probably not thinking much about the fact that I got to go to the bathroom, but it made me realize that whether you have to go or whether you don't have to go you still have to interact with people, and not wanting to acknowledge the fact that you have to go to the bathroom and put yourself in that vulnerable position, you just sort of suck it up and continue interacting with people normally. But at the back of my head I can't stop thinking these people got to go to pee and I did. Or if I were ever in the other situation where I got to go and others didn't I would be looking at them and thinking she must still have to go to the bathroom! So yeah I realize that I am a bit fixated with this compared to most, but I'm curious if everyone else has ever been in this situation and what they thought in these situations, did you think about the people who didn't get to go to the bathroom, were you watching them as though you were wondering if they were going to start showing signs of their distress? Or if you were the one who didn't get to go to the bathroom while you are interacting with others does it affect your interaction with others over the fact that you have a full bladder while you know they do not? Do you constantly think about the fact that they got to go to the bathroom when you didn't? So that is my question, my question is how does having a full bladder influence your actions and interactions with others if at all, both your thoughts, feelings and actual methods of dealing with the situation. Once again I found it amazing that I was able to get used to the idea of having to interact regularly with people while trying to ignore incredibly full bladder, but at the back of my head I never stop thinking about the situation, never stop thinking about the fact that I had to pee and they didn't and how it just totally drove me up a wall!
  25. Ella Berry was a woman. At the age of 18, she still had rather small breasts (a B cup), with minimal curves but her boyfriend still found her beautiful. Ella prided herself on having a strong bladder and never used public toilets. Also the only sign she’d show of needing a pee is crossing her legs and shifting ightly, occasionally moaning quietly with need. But if there was a delay, Ella would be in trouble. One day, she’d had to pee in an alley as she could not make it home in time. Today was a delay day. Ella already had a full bladder as the train was leaving. So her legs were crossed really tightly, to keep her liquid in. However her heart sank when: ”Excuse me - delays. Up to 2 hours of delay expected. Sorry” Ella squirmed harder and audibly whimpered promoting her boy friend to say ”You OK?” ”Mm… I just really need the loo..” She moaned. ”Ah.” TBc
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