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  1. Do you prefer when a person with a full bladder >puts a hand on their crotch >jumps from one foot to the other >crosses their legs Or is it something also that's your favourite sign of a full bladder?
  2. It's difficult to find Female Desperation videos on PH without pornography and with good and desperate holding. I want to give you my Playlist that has been edited and perfected for the last years. Have fun. https://de.pornhub.com/playlist/135384611
  3. Hello, this is my first wetting story. I attached a picture that fits to the story to make it more immersive. Also, English is not my native language, so there might be some mistakes. Lily and Emily were looking forward to spend another great day on the ski slope. The two of them are on a 7 day vacation in the mountains, not far away from where Emily grew up. Both loved skiing and wanted to make the most of the few days they had. They intended to wake up early, so they could be the first at the main ski gondola which is usually extremely packed anytime after 10 am. But they overslept, mainly because Emily didn't want to wake up so early again and turned their alarm clock off. While Emily, after she woke up, just used the bathroom as always, Lily, who was furious about oversleeping, jumped in her skiing clothes right after getting out of the bed and had breakfast like she just came back from the ski slope. They both drank two big cups of coffee. After breakfast, Emily was getting ready and Lily realized she forgot to pee and weighed out the options: either going to the bathroom now and laboriously get out of her clothes and back in, or hold it till they are at the foot of the mountain where there are countless restaurants. She was interrupted by Emily who said she was ready to go and without wasting anymore time, they were driving their car to the parking lot outside of the gondola. They got into their skiing boots, took their ski out of the car and walked to the main gondola, only to realize, that their struggle in the morning had made them turn up too late. The station was packed and getting into the gondola would take atleast 15 minutes. A long time if you have to hold your ski and you are sweating because the temperature in the station was not what your outfit was designed for. "I told you so" said Lily, but Emily just rolled her eyes. The line took forever to get shorter and Lily now realized her need to pee was strong... stronger than she expected it to be. She thought about using the bathroom here at the station, but they already advanced too much in the line and she didn't want to anger Emily by having to wait the 15 minutes again. Finally, they got into the gondola and after another 10 minutes, which felt like forever for Lily, they reached the station on the mountain. Lily wanted to use a bathroom now, but Emily had different plans. "We just got up here and it's already 12 pm, we can't waste anymore of our time. Who knows when we can have a vacation like this again?" Lily accepted that. Emily is her best friend and Lily didn't want to argue with her again. They took one of the smaller, open ski lifts. On it, Emily was talking about the route she prepared for today, but Lily wasn't listening. It was a cold day and the wind, that was flowing between her legs, didn't help. She put her hands between her legs. When getting out of the lift, Lily saw a small bar. "Surely there is a toilet there" she thought. Lily turned around to Emily: "Emily, I really have to..." But Emily was not there. She was already 15 metres ahead on the slope. Lily had no choice than to follow her. There were different paths to get down and they might lose each other if they don't stay together. The slope was full of people, so there was no way she could squat anywhere. As she realized that there was no chance of relieve anytime soon, her need to pee increased drastically. Lily started to panic. Emily stopped when the slopes split apart. The easy, but longer path was marked with a blue arrow, and the much shorter but a little more difficult path, was marked with a red arrow. "I'll say we take the blue path to slowly get going for today" Emily said. "Emily, I need to pee so bad, like really bad" Lily said, while putting a hand between her legs, because crossing her legs was obviously not possible "Alright then, let's take a break when we are back down" Emily replied, seemingly not aware of how desperate Lily was. She followed Emily down the blue path, looking for spots where she can try squatting, though knowing that she won't find any. It was a narrow path, with many other skiers. While skiing, Lily was able to blend out the fact that she was close to embarrassing herself. They then finally arrived at the Cafe at the bottom of the lift. Lily quickly removed her ski and ran into the cafe, only to realize that it was 1pm and the the cafe was absolutely packed. She looked for the restroom and found a single bathroom with one toilet with a line of 15 woman. Using the bathroom with ski clothes takes forever, which explains the huge line. "Okay, calm down Lily" she thought. She crossed her legs and started to think. If one woman takes a minute in the bathroom, this would take 15 minutes. Wouldn't it be faster to use the lift and get to the bar she has seen previously? She pressed her hand on her crotch. Her bladder needs an answer now. She decides that it would be better to go back up and quickly gets out of the cafe to look for Emily. She was sitting on one of the wooden benches. "Emily, I can't hold it anymore, the line is too long. We need to use the lift and get up to the bar at the top" "What?" Emily replied "I just made it so comfortable for myself and ordered a cup of tea to keep myself warm, I can't leave now. Just go to the line and wait" "No, no you don't understand" Lily was getting louder to make a point. "I'm about to piss myself, I..." She stopped talking in order to stop something else. Her urine just made a push to get outside and it took all her strength to stop it. "Well I don't know what you want me to do" Emily said while drinking her tea. Another wave hit Lily. This time she couldn't stop it completely. A fairly big amount of pee came out, making her panties wet. Lily couldn't believe it. She was peeing herself, as a 19 year old, in front of her best friend. She looked around. Everywhere there were people, eating and drinking. No private place where she could pee. The toilet line is too long. Lily realized all hope was lost. Tears started to roll down her eyes as her bladder gave up. At first her panties were soaked, then her panty hose and leggings and lastly her ski pants. A puddle formed on the bench she was sitting, which then dropped on the snow, coloring it yellow. On the bright side, the pee felt warm and Lily was finally relieved. But she also felt extremely embrassed. "Oh my.." Emily screamed, as she saw what was unfolding in front of her eyes, but when she looked in the red face of her friend she felt nothing about pity and anger at herself, for not taking Lily's countless hints to look for a bathroom seriously. "I'm so sorry Lily, I didn't know that you had to go so bad, I didn't think that.." "Its okay" Lily said "It's okay". Lily was scared that Emily would laugh at her, but that reaction made the accident a little bit better. Luckily, her ski pants were black so no one else could see. "I think it's better we go home, change clothes and shower, don't you think?" Emily asked. The warm pee slowly turned into cold ice, so Lily agreed. Emily finished her tea and headed for the bathroom in the cafe. The struggle of Lily affected her as well, so she decided that she wouldn't want to risk it, considering the coffee she drunk in the morning and the tea now. But the line hasn't gotten shorter, in fact, a school class, probably from one of the local towns, was waiting now as well. The young girls took even longer, because a teacher had to come in with them as well. "Ugh" she mumbled. Emily started to think about the bar Lily has mentioned and she had seen previously, though only short. It would be smarter to go there and take the lift instead of waiting here. She told Lily her idea and although she wasn't happy to go back up with her wet pants, she agreed. They left their skis at the cafe, as they planned to take the lift back down anyway. On the lift, Emily crossed her legs and started to talk with Lily about what happened and apologized multiple times. After a while they could just laugh about it and Emily even touched Lily's wet spots between her legs. But Emily's need to pee increased as well and after they both got out of the lift, Emily rushed to the bar. But she was disspaointed, because she didn't find what she was expecting. Instead of a small house, it was more of an open carriage selling souvenirs, some hot meals and drinks. There was no toilet, but Emily still asked for one. "There is one at the maintenance house, but it's only for employees" the lady at the desk replied. Emily is a shy girl, no way she would go to the maintenance house and ask for a toilet. She went back to Lily. "And?" she asked "There is no toilet here" Emily said. "And what do you want to do know?" "I don't know.." Emily leaned forward and put her hands between her legs. Her urge to pee suddenly got stronger. "I have to look for some place quiet where I can pee, I won't hold it for much longer". "I'll come with you" Lily said "I also still have to pee" They went around to look, but it was surprisingly busy for such a small lift and slope. Emily got desperate. Would she have to pee herself just like Lily? But Lily spotted a small cabin on the slope. "We can squat behind it. Most skiers will go past us quickly and won't see much" Lily said. "But what if someone sees us?" Emily expressed her concerns "Do you rather want to piss yourself, like I did?". As there were no other options, both quickly ran down the slope behind the cabin. Emily's need to pee increased dramatically. She walked behind the cabin, followed by Lily, and waited for some of the skiers to pass. She crossed her legs. Why are there so many? Another one, another one. Lily didn't seem to care. She squatted and undressed herself and started to pee. The sight of Lily made her own need unbearable. She squatted down. Her bladder now knew: It was time to pee. Emily opened her jacket to get the suspenders of her ski pants down. She quickly unbuttoned her pants and dragged them down. Her pee slowly started to make its way out. She undressed her leggings. Her pee splashed out as she put her panties away from her crotch. It was a strong and loud stream. Emily moaned a little when she was finally able to relieve herself. The snow under her was quickly colored yellow. She peed for a good 30 seconds until the stream finally stopped. She dressed herself again. "Wow" Lily said "You REALLY had to pee". They both looked at each other and then started laughing. What happened today has made their friendship even stronger. Thanks for reading. That turned out much longer than I expected. It would be nice if I could get some feedback as I am still unsure if i managed to write good desperation and pee/wetting parts
  4. This story (multi-part) is based on a roleplay I had over chat with “burstingboy”, who´s idea the whole scenario was. Will eventually contain pee desperation, poo desperation, peeing and wetting with minor sexual content. (this first small segment contains VERY minor poo desp) „Please hurry up i´ve been waiting soooo loooong!“ Kira said in a half-moaning and half-whining voice, knocking on the bathroom door with one hand while pressing the other onto her crotch. She blushed slightly as she bent forward slightly, pushing out her bottom as she wiggled in front of the locked toilet door. “I can´t wait any longer!” The girl behind her, Megan, added, herself standing one leg and angling the second against it, squirming on the spot. The two girls were at the front of a queue of 26 girls all waiting for a chance at the single ladies room, in various stages of discomfort and urgency. “I can´t believe how long the line for the toilet is!” Megan gasped, pushing a hand in front of her crotch as well in an exaggerated motion. Kira nodded and rolled her eyes, reaching forward to knock on the door again sharply as she saw two other girls walk by the queue quickly. “Is this the line for the ladies room? This is ridiculous!” the blonde said with an eyeroll, making a show of crossing her legs and wiggling her ass. “yeah…there is no way I can wait for it, it´d take forever to make it through…” the brunette agreed, swaying her hips and putting her legs close together knees bent slightly. Both looked away from the toilet with desperate grimaces as if in serious pain for a few moments before the blonde leaned over to the other girl and said loudly “lets find a bush we have to get back…” before they hurried off to a side. `I wish I could find a bush!´ Kira thought, still doing her badly designed pee dance in front of the toilet cursing her full bladder, looking longingly at the toilet door hoping against hope for it to open. “CUT!” a loud voice called, followed by a series of gasps and groans behind Kira. She immediately locked her knees and squirmed, closing her eyes at the relief actual pee dancing brought her, however fleeting. “This is ridiculous why do we have to actually needing the loo if they´re gonna tell us how to act anyway?” Megan complained, speed-walking on the spot. Behind her a girl was holding her stomach hunched over and looking down the line Kira couldn´t see a single girl standing still apart from 2 with legs crossed very tightly. “Its just us lucky ones at the front that get to talk…that’s why they pay us that extra buck remember?” she said to Megan. “Reset…one more people then we´ll have the scene” the director called, leading to a fresh series of groans from the queue. “Oh god here we go again” Kira muttered, stopping her dance and putting a hand over the crotch in a very obvious way totally unsuited to actually help her hold the lake of pee in her bladder. „Please hurry up i´ve been waiting soooo loooong!“
  5. This wearing red panties is really desperate standing on the spot, plenty of crotch grabbing and hip swaying when drinking water. A nice view of her camel-toe is on view during her desperation, there is nudity near the end when she changes into a pair of jeans. WARNING NUDITY Red pants desperation,Jeans wetting..wmv
  6. There is a list of people I’d like to thank before we get to the story. I’d like to thank @Bulge_Lover for being my editor and inspiring me to write medieval themed stories. Had it not been for him, I would have never taken to writing about medieval stuff. He has always been there for me and motivated me whenever I needed it. Thank you so much my friend! Your advice has always proved to be helpful. Thank you so much for everything. It wouldn’t have been possible without you! I’d like thank @KozmoFox for reviewing my work when it was still at a nascent stage. Thank you so much! You are an inspiration and your guidance was really helpful! I got to learn so much from you. Thank you! It wouldn’t have been possible without you! Thank you @OmoCommando for editing the first part of this story for me. You were truly kind and helpful and I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for helping me with my work. I’d like to thank @holditin for always inspiring me with his works and giving me the strength to believe that I can write whatever I love to write. Thank you so much buddy! You truly are an inspiration! And in the end, I’d like to thank @full-bladder12 for always motivating me and pushing me to keep writing omorashi! Thank you so much for supporting my work! I owe you big time! Thank you! Coming to the story, it is the sequel to my previous work, A Song of Swords, which I’m sure some of you might have read. It has a medieval setup which means it highly underlines the medieval practice of violence, though I promise you it was all necessary for the story. The story is built upon the base of the great fantasy works famous throughout the world, which will be evident once you begin the journey. These great works of literature have always inspired me and I’ve always wanted my work to be a reflection of them. I hope I’ve done justice to the great writers who have written these stories and to my readers as well. ---------------------------------- The Rains Of War CHAPTER- I THE CITY OF THE GODS The loud cry of warhorns, the screech and thud of catapults tossing stones, the crashes and splinters, the crackle of burning pitch, the fling of scorpions releasing their iron headed shafts, the ceaseless clangour of bells... and with it all, the cries of dying men. The sounds of battle pervaded the halls of the King’s Fort, where in a bunker the trestle tables were filled with the highborn ladies of the city, along with a handful of old men and young boys. The Queen had promised they all would be safe here. She sat on the high dais with her son, Prince Iwan. Her gown had a shade of green, like the colour of the sea after a storm. Her hair was tied in a bun and around her slender neck hung a rope of diamonds and emeralds. She signalled for her mug of beer to be refilled while the others quietly went at their broth. They had been here since morning, since the first report of the advancing enemy had reached the castle, praying to the mother as their husbands, sons, fathers, brothers and nephews prepared for battle. Though silence prevailed in the room, the air was heavy with fear, Queen Charlotte could sense it. If they were to lose this war, the Daltons would not spare even a single one of them. They had been raiding her father’s lands ever since she had managed to slip out of their clutches almost a year ago. Towns were brutally sacked, the buildings burned, the bodies of men, women and children butchered in the streets and left as fodder for rats and carrion crows. The long struggle had left the Torrington forces tired, beaten and broken trying to defend their lands from the enemy’s incessant onslaught. For long now, the Queen had worried about what would happen if Lord Reynard decided to march for Godswick. There was nothing to stop him from taking the city and the throne, and now all her fears were coming true. The attack she had dreaded for so long was at last at hand. The news of the approaching Dalton army had incited terror in the city streets. Thousands of smallfolk had streamed out the city gates in these past few days, carrying their children and their worldly possessions on their backs to seek safety in the country side, while others dug pits and tunnels under their hovels, dark clammy holes where they hoped to hide whilst the city burned. Riots had broken out all over the city as mobs surged through the streets, looting as they went. Hundreds died in stampedes, women were raped, and young ones had been plucked from their mothers’ breasts. The city guard lost over a hundred of their men trying to control the crowd. The Queen had ordered the city gates to be closed and barred days ago, sending watchmen to the walls and dispatching pigeons to Longford, carrying a message for her brother Walter, pleading him to come to her aid at once. As well, she had commanded pigeons to be sent to all the lords loyal to the crown, summoning them to the defence of their Queen, but most of them were afraid to stand against the Daltons and those who weren’t had already been put to sword. The city stood defenceless, like a lamb before a pack of wolves and the fate of the crown now rested in the hands of the almighty. The broth was followed by a salad of diced red-skinned apples, celery, grapes, chopped walnuts and yogurt. However scared, the guests ate whatever was served to them, though not the Queen, her plate was left untouched. After the salad came roast fowl, served along with frumenty and cabbage pottage, trailed by mutton roasted with leeks and carrots, served in trenchers of hollowed bread along with chicken covered with yolks and sprinkled with spices. The war raged outside the city walls till late at night. Thousands lost their lives, some only their arms or legs. The city was an image of blood, mud, fire and smoke. Arrows, rocks, screams and curses flew freely in the air. The guardians of the city fought bravely till the wee hours of morning but when the tide of the battle started turning in favour of the Daltons, their courage deserted them. Many threw down their weapons and ran, many yielded, but the most devastating blow to the city came when the captains commanding the twelve gates were murdered by their own men. A bit of coin had weakened the loyalty of those who were thought to be the city’s protectors. The city gates were opened to the Dalton army. For all the vaunted strength of its walls, Godswick fell in less than a day. A bloody fight waged at one of the gates where a few knights and men-at-arms still loyal to the crown tried to fight the enemies and hold against attacks both from inside the city and out, but their courage was for vain as Lord Reynard’s army poured in through the other gates unmolested. The realization that they were vastly outnumbered took the heart out of the Queen’s men. When they saw that resistance was futile, the members of the royal council surrendered the keys to the castle, bowing their heads in defeat, and ordered the knights and men-at-arms to lay down their swords. Though he had conquered the city, Lord Reynard’s triumph was far from complete. The Dalton soldiers stormed the castle and killed everyone they could find. But when they broke down the doors of the bunker they only found a flock of frightened women. The Queen had fled with her son, along with the knights Barnabus Ricaud, Mark Ambrose, and Robyn Hawksworth of the Queensguard. Not even the members of the council seemed to know where they had gone, and none had seen them pass through the city gates. CHAPTER- II WELCOME Rain lashed at Charlotte's face as she spurred her horse across the swollen stream. Beside her, Sir Mark gave the reins a tug and his mount neighed in response. A cold wind made the trees dance and sent the wet leaves flapping around them. She looked back at Iwan and hoped he could keep up. Though the Prince was now all of eleven, he still was not a good rider even in fair weather, and a whole day of rain had left the ground muddy with hidden rocks. The wind brought the water right into Charlotte’s eyes. Her wet clothes clung to her sodden and itching, her butt sore after the long ride. The sound of steady wash of rain against leaves filled her ears. It was mid-afternoon, yet the forest seemed as dark as dusk. All the beer and water she had drunk since yesterday sloshed inside her cavernous bladder, yet she rode on without a thought of it. Even now she felt no more than a slight urge for relief. The cold air made her shivery and her fingers felt stiff, she longed for a fire and a little tea to warm her. They wove a path between rocks and puddles, past great oaks, grey-green sentinels, and black-barked ironwoods. In places the branches wove a canopy overhead and she found a moment's respite from the drumming of the rain against her head. From a distance, she could see the massive walls and stout towers of Tilsworth. Green banners flew from its battlements, displaying the graceful golden deer of its lord. Lord Gilbert Furnival had been a loyal support to her father and had followed him into many wars without doubts or questions. She knew he would protect her and her son. When they got close enough a knight rode out to meet them. His armour was grey, but his cloak was the rippling green and black of Tilsworth. “Who goes there? State your purpose.” “Sir Mark Ambrose, with Her Highness Queen Charlotte and Prince Iwan,” the Queensguard answered. The knight lifted his visor. “I thought the lady looked familiar. It is a pleasure to have you both here, my Queen and my Prince,” he bowed. “May we enter the castle?” Sir Barnabus asked. The knight nodded in agreement. “In the name of Robert Furnival, Lord of Tilsworth, I bid you enter freely, and charge you to keep his peace.” “Robert?” Charlotte’s voice sounded her confusion, “I’m here to meet Lord Gilbert, his father.” “Forgive my man’s folly, my Queen,” she heard Robert call as he approached, guarded by half a dozen men-at-arms of his own. “My Lord father awaits you inside the castle.” He smiled and bowed. “My apologies he couldn’t be here to greet you, his health keeps him confined to his chambers.” Her mind found itself restless, her body a victim of fatigue. All she wanted to do now was take a long piss and go to sleep. Dulled by exhaustion, she nodded at Sir Mark. Stable boys took their horses from there and they walked inside afoot. “This way, if it please you, my Queen,” the Lord showed them the way, “You honour us greatly by being our guest, Your Highness.” But before she could respond to Lord Robert’s greetings, they came across something in the courtyard they would have never imagined … though Lord Gilbert’s charred corpse was burned beyond all recognition, hanging from the gallows; only by the jade ring he used to wear on his left thumb did Charlotte know him. The blood drained from the Queen’s cheeks, but young Prince Iwan was the first to realize what it meant. “Mother, run!” he shouted, but it was too late. Lord Robert’s men, over forty strong, fell upon the three Queensguard. An axe took Sir Robyn Hawksworth’s head before his sword could come out of its scabbard, and Sir Barnabus was stabbed through the back with a spear. Men closed from both sides. Sir Mark Ambrose reached back over his shoulder, ripped his sword from its sheath, and buried the blade in the head of the first man to come at him. Bronze was no match for steel. The blow sheared right through the guard’s helm and deep into his skull, Sir Mark kicked on his shoulder to free his sword, which came out blanketed with blood. Steel rang on steel as he danced with his sword and corpses fell to his feet, one after the other before a spear pierced through the back of his neck. Blood sprouted from his mouth as he choked with the fall and with him died the last of the Queen’s defenders. “Sir Mark Ambrose.... the greatest swordsman to ever walk....,” Robert smiled as he looked at the dead bodies lying all around him. Charlotte pulled her son to her chest,“Why?!” she yelled, tears welling from her eyes, the terror of her life stopping the words in her throat. For a moment she had thought she was safe. “Sometimes the old must go, to make place for the new. King Reynard is the new lord of the twelve kingdoms and anyone who denies his claim will die, just like my old Lord father did,” Robert stated. He signalled his guards with his head and they pulled Iwan away from her. “Mother!” he shouted. “No!” she screamed, trying to fight the men but to no gain. Her son was gone, she could not see him anymore. Where had they taken him? She did not know. CHAPTER- III DARK Her eyes had never starved for light like this ever before. There were no windows, no bed, no goblets made of gold that she was used to. Only darkness. She remembered walls of black stone, incompletely covered in a blanket of moss, a brownish door of splintered wood, four inches thick and studded with iron. She had seen them, briefly, a quick glimpse as they shoved her inside. Once the door had slammed shut, she had seen no more. The dark was absolute. She now knew how it might feel to be blind. The dungeon was under the castle, deeper than she dared imagine. Robert’s face seemed to float before her in the darkness. His shrewd, cunning eyes, his smile reflecting mockery. She wept when she thought of Iwan, though as silently as she could. The thought of him was as painful as a sword through the heart. She wondered where he was, what he was doing. She wondered whether she would ever see him again. For how long she had been here she did not know. There was no sun and no moon. Charlotte closed her eyes and opened them; it made no difference. She slept and woke and slept again. She did not know which was more horrifying, waking or sleeping. When she slept, she dreamed of death and blood, and when she woke, all she could think of was about the same. Her bladder was jutting out of her abdomen now, filled with three days worth of piss. She knew she was in a dungeon, she knew she was alone and no one would see her if she decided to relieve herself here on the floor, but her pride stopped her. She was a lady, and a proper lady always and only relieved herself in a privy or a chamber pot and nowhere else. She was half-asleep when the footsteps came down the hall. Water, she thought. When the heavy wooden door creaked open, the sudden light was painful to her eyes, though she had grown used to it in this short while. The gaoler thrust a jug at her. The clay was cool and beaded with moisture. She grasped it with both hands and drank eagerly till it was empty. They brought her water every three to four hours but every time she drank it like she’d been thirsty for days. Something made her throat dry, maybe it was the fear. “How long..?” she asked weakly. The gaoler was an ugly man with a pot belly and bald, clad in a mail shirt and a leather half cape. “No talking,” he said as he pulled the jug from her hands. “Please,” Charlotte said, “my son...,” The door crashed shut. She blinked as the light vanished, lowered her head to her chest, and curled up on the straw. She could no longer tell the difference between waking and sleeping. For as long as her spirit and strength gave her consent, she begged the man for some word of her son and the world beyond her cell. Grunts and kicks were her only replies. Later, when the stomach cramps began, she begged for food instead. Though they did not feed her, the gaoler brought her mugs of milk from time to time. One thing was clear to her by now, if Robert wanted her dead, he would have cut her down the moment he saw her. He wanted her alive. Weak, desperate, yet alive. But why? She lay there on the straw in silence as her bladder swelled further with all the water and milk and all the beer she had before leaving her castle. She ran a hand over her belly and wondered when she’d get to use a privy? Will they ever let her out of here? If not, would she just have to keep holding it? For long she listened to the sounds of beating and torture from other cells, she listened until she could listen no more to the cries and pleas, begging for the gift of death. Horror crept under her skin, so much that she lost her sleep. It had been two days since she had eaten, or maybe three. Down here in the dark it was hard to tell. But at least they brought her milk, the other prisoners did not get even that. But she could feel all the liquid bothering her bladder now. She wondered what fate had in store for her. Would she get out alive? Whenever she closed her eyes, she found herself remembering her husband. All this would have never happened had he been alive. Suddenly, she heard the sounds outside the dungeon door. It was strange. They had brought her water and milk just a while ago, so she knew this wasn’t that. They were coming to beat her, they would torture her. At once she froze, fearing even to breathe. She listened in terror, hard as stone, to the scuff of boots and the clanking of iron keys. No, she thought, no, please gods, not me, not me. She did not want to die, not this way. The sounds were growing louder. Please gods, he isn’t coming for me, she prayed, crouched down in a corner of her cell. Go away, she prayed, go away, pass me by, please, please. But the footsteps stopped just when they were loudest, and the keys clattered right outside the door. Her hands trembled in horror. “No,” she mumbled, “Noooo.” Her clothes fought with the straw as she tried to push herself into the corner, into the cold damp stone walls. The sound of the lock turning was the most terrible of all. Torchlight fell across her face as the door creaked open. She shielded her eyes with a hand. And when the man came to stand before her, she let out a shriek. He was almost twice as tall as a normal man and at least five times as wide. He was simply too big to be unintimidating and so wild - long tangles of bushy black hair and beard hid most of his face, he had hands the size of clay pots, and his feet in their leather boots were like tree trunks. She looked at him wide eyed, afraid that he was going to smash her skull open or do something even worse. Charlotte was certain she was going to die tonight but then the giant opened his mouth, “My Queen, don’t be scared,” he bowed down a bit, “I’m Gunther, the kennel master, come with me, I’ll get you out of here” he said. For a moment she did not believe him. Maybe this was a trap. But how much worse could it get? “My son” her lips trembled, tears flooding her cheeks. He held out his vast muscular arms to help her up. “Don’t worry, he has escaped,” the giant whispered. “Now come with me before someone sees us.” The gaoler was dead drunk in a puddle of wine, with his breeches down around his ankles. They quickly climbed the steep dungeon steps, the flame of the torch in Gunther’s hand flickering like a dancer’s hips. “The Hunter’s Gate has no guards,” he spoke but Queen Charlotte didn’t reply; only looked at him. She walked rigidly, with her thighs slightly pressed together and a hand on her stomach, a sign that she would like to let out her three days worth of urine, but she didn’t let it show and kept her composure strong. It was a chill dank autumn night. Clouds hid the roof of stars above and wind made the trees dance. It smelled like rain. Charlotte did not know whether that was good or bad for their escape. No one saw them, and they saw no one, only a black cat creeping along atop the wall. The fires were out, and the castle fast asleep. The postern gate was unguarded, just as he had said. Outside the walls of Tilsworth, a wolf howled long and loud. Gunther lifted the bar, set it aside, and pulled open the heavy oak door, they slipped from the castle and splashed across the stream, stumbling over stones. Wisps of pale mist threaded between the trees. Sentinels and soldier pines grew thick about here, and there was nothing as dark and gloomy as an evergreen forest. CHAPTER- IV A FRIEND INDEED The rays of the morning sun pierced through the roof of leaves over their heads, showing them the way ahead. Her mount walked forward in the dense forest, beside Gunther’s large garron. They crossed a shallow stream and went deeper into the woods. Many a times during the cold night that went by, Queen Charlotte had found the moments to close her eyes and sleep, even if it was for short whiles. But the man had been awake since their escape. Only once had he stopped to rest and eat apples that he had carried in a sack. Charlotte had been fending off her increasing bladder pangs for hours now, trying not to think much of it. Taking a deep breath, she again reminded herself that she had to wait until she got to a privy or a chamber pot, no matter how badly she wanted to go. She knew her bladder was much too large but everyone had their limits. More and more she found herself thinking of emptying her swollen vessel but every time she erased the thought from her mind. She looked around to take her mind off her need and felt as if she knew the place. “The Enchanted Forest,” she sighed. Of all the tales her Lord father had told her of the place, one she had cherished more than the rest. It told of a monstrous beast that lived in this forest over ten thousand years ago, a lion with the head of a goat arising from its back, and a tail that ended with a snake’s head. Every night the fiend would appear from the forest to hunt people from the nearby village. It killed anyone it could find men, women or children and dragged them back to its den to devour. To appease the creature, the people of the village fed it two sheep every day. But when they ran out of sheep they started feeding it their children who they would choose through draw. There came a time when the lot fell on the lord’s daughter.The lord, in his grief, told the people they could have all his gold and silver and half of his lands if his daughter were spared but the people refused. The poor girl was sent out to the forest to be fed to the monster. But just when it appeared from the woods, snarling at the trembling girl, Sir Richard Cantillon, who happened to be riding through, thrust his sword into the beast’s back. A gory battle took place between the knight and the monster which ended when Sir Richard buried his sword into the animal’s stomach. It died, but not before bathing the warrior in a burst of flames that cooked him in his armour. When she was a child, all Charlotte wanted was to become like Sir Richard Cantillon, strong, valiant and kind. But the older she grew, the more she realized that what she wanted did not matter. What mattered was her father’s name and the honour of their house, what mattered was her husband’s crown and the name it held and what mattered was her son’s life and the throne he was going to sit on. She now knew that her life had never been her own. It had been for others, the ones she loved. They went on for another hour before in the middle of the dense forest they came upon a small hut with a chimney that had smoke coming out of it. Gunther lifted her from the saddle and gently landed her on the ground before knocking on the thick wooden door, “Martha?” The door opened and stepped out a beautiful middle aged woman, who looked gentle by her appearance. “Your Highness, this is Martha, my wife,” Gunther said. “Oh, my Queen!” Martha bowed when she realized who stood before her, “It is such a great pleasure to have you here!” she couldn’t control her joy and kissed Charlotte’s hands, “Please do come in” she welcomed Her Highness, and the Queen smiled meekly, trying to conceal her bladder fatigue. “The potatoes are on boiling and the kettle's singing, Gunther, you'll get us some fish," Martha echoed. “Of course, my dear,” the giant picked up the net that hung outside and left for the brook nearby. Meanwhile Martha filled the kettle, lay the table, cut the bread and put the plates in the oven to heat and drew a huge jug of beer for Gunther from a barrel which stood in one corner of the house. Just as the frying-pan was nicely hissing, Gunther came in with the fish which he had already opened with his knife and cleaned out in the open air. The new-caught fish smelled rich while they were fried it, making him feel hungrier. Martha drained the potatoes and then put them all back in the empty pot to dry on the side of the range before dishing up the trout as everyone prepared to eat. There was a jug of creamy milk for the Queen and a great big lump of deep yellow butter in the middle of the table to go with their potatoes. Though the Queen only had some bread along with the milk, she felt hungry no more. “I would like to thank you both, I owe you my life,” Charlotte spoke, “I promise you’ll be rewarded handsomely for this,” she finished as she looked at them. “Oh, that won’t be needed, my Queen,” Martha smiled, “It is our duty to serve Her Highness.” She forced a smile but her concern soon boiled over. “I’m worried for Iwan, I don’t know where he might be now,” she held her face. “Norman, one of the stable boys, I asked him to take the Prince to your brother who is not too far away from the capital now, moving forward with this mighty host,” Gunther assured her, “We could have escaped together but this way it will be difficult for them to catch us.” “Does my brother know?” Charlotte asked, her fist clenching tightly over the table. “No, he doesn’t,” Gunther replied, “Robert planned to sell you to a flesh merchant from across the Troubled Sea. Men would kill to have the Queen warm their bed. It won’t be long before the word gets out though,” he stood up, “Robert will have his men looking for you, that is why I brought you here.” Martha filled one of Gunther’s huge beer jugs and placed it before the Queen. “Thank you,” Charlotte said with a wry smile, avoiding mentioning her swelling bladder. Despite a wait this long, the Queen was not desperate. The beer was going to make its presence felt soon enough but she knew she could hold it. “Lord Walter plans to march on Godswick when the time is right. Reynard Dalton sits warily on the throne. His forces have dwindled but many have joined his cause, mainly out of fear,” the giant said. “I must be with my brother... I must go to Walter...,” Charlotte found herself drowning in her pool of thoughts. “It won’t be safe for you to move out right now,” Gunther added, “I say, you stay here, my Queen.” “I know, but I need to know where Iwan is,” she said, “I’m worried for him.” “I know, my Queen,” Gunther spoke softly, “....but I assure you he is safe, might have as well reached your brother’s camp.” That calmed her down a bit but she still couldn’t stop thinking about him. “I’m afraid I must leave your here with my wife, Your Highness,” Gunther said, “I must go back to Tilsworth or they’ll come looking for me.” With a nod she gave him her leave and Gunther looked at his wife before stepping out of the door. Just as he left, Martha came to her, with her legs crossed and her body bent a little, “My Queen, if I may have your permission, can I go out to relieve myself? I haven’t been all day.......,” “Well, of course you may,” Charlotte answered. In that moment, she wished she was a commoner as well. Then she could have peed anywhere she wanted and no one would have cared. But she was the Queen; it would botch the name of her family if she was to do something like that. She shook her head and let that thought go. Hold it, she told herself as she clenched her fists over the table. As Martha rushed out, Charlotte walked to the window and looked intently at the woman. She saw Martha lift up her dress, which revealed her bulging bladder, it was gigantic! It was nothing close to her own swollen bladder but it was huge none the less. Charlotte turned around when she saw Martha begin to squat and went near the fire place but in her mind she imagined the relief that might be flowing through the woman’s body. She wanted that relief too but she knew she’d have to wait for it. As the night fell, Charlotte began to feel cold. Thus Martha heated up the mare’s milk she had full in a huge cauldron and filled a mug for Charlotte. The Queen felt much better as she began to sip the hot drink. It was something she had never tasted before, sweet and foamy and creamy, and it warmed her right down to her toes. She stayed up all night, sitting by the fireplace with a blanket around her, drinking the mare’s milk. By the morning the cauldron was empty but the Queen felt tired and her headache had worsened. Her shoulders pained and her fingers felt stiff. After she came back from picking cherries off the bushes, Martha brewed the Queen a kettle of hot nettle tea, which gave the Charlotte a slight respite from the headache. The warmth spread through her body and made her feel better. She cradled the tea in her hands and blew on it to cool it. Fate seems to be upset with me, Charlotte thought as she sipped the astringent tea, before I go to my son, I only wish to see my father once. But she knew she could not. She had written to him before the day Godswick fell. I love you father, I pray for you to the Lord each night, may he grant us strength in these difficult times. Over the day she drank over a dozen kettles of nettle tea and though it made her feel warm and nice, it didn’t help abate her headache. It made her want to pee more but she corked it up like an iron horse. When the night had shrouded the forest in its dark and Martha and Charlotte had fallen asleep, a sudden banging at the door woke them up. Martha opened the door to find Gunther, with a look of fear on his face, “Hurry, we must leave right now, Lord Robert’s men are on their way here! There’s not a moment to lose...,” Martha turned swiftly and handed over a blanket to Queen Charlotte, before picking up sacks and laying them on the table, "Gunther, just reach down that ham and get two or three loaves out of the crock over there in the corner." "What are you doing?" exclaimed Gunther. "Packing a load for each of us, dearie," said Martha chaotically. "You didn't think we'd set out on a journey with nothing to eat, did you?" "But we do not have any time to waste!" said Charlotte, wrapping the blanket around herself. "They may be here any minute." "That's what I say," added Gunther. Martha packed whatever little she could and they all rushed out. Queen Charlotte walked, her bladder straining with the movement and Gunther helped her on her horse, before they set out into the cold night. CHAPTER- V THE ONE OF HER OWN Martha had gone ahead to scout, and it was she who brought back word of the army at a distance. "By their fires I think they might be twenty thousand strong," she said. "Their banners are green, with a dancing horse." "It is my brother," Charlotte said, her mammoth bladder aching after the long night’s ride. She put her heels to her horse and trotted off, giving Gunther and his wife no choice but to follow or be left behind. Distant watchers peered down from watchposts made of wood as the three rode towards them. A dozen crossbowmen manned the uneven hilltops. Charlotte halted Martha and Gunther out of range and rode up. "Who commands here?" she shouted. The captain was quick to appear, and even quicker to give them an escort when he recognized the Queen. She could see the camp spread out to a vast distance. Mailed men sat under trees and honed their blades, and familiar banners fluttered from staffs thrust into the muddy ground. The air was filled with the smoky haze of a thousand cook fires. Thousands of pavilions rose from the grass like silken mushrooms. A party of mounted horsemen rode forward to greet them as they ventured further in. The knight who led them wore silver armour inlaid with ametrine and striped purple and golden cloak and his shield bore a lamp for the sigil. Charlotte reined up to greet him. “Sir Adam.” Sir Adam Popplewell lifted his visor. "Your Highness," he said in astonishment. "We all feared for your safety, it is a blessing to see you unharmed!" He looked at the giant and the beautiful woman besides him uncertainly. "These . . . friends of yours . . .” "My travel companions," Charlotte said. "Where will I find my brother?" "He is in his pavilion." "I will see him at once." "As you say, my Queen." Lord Walter’s camp spread over leagues. Martha’s estimate of twenty thousand men could not be far wrong. The common men camped out in the open, but the knights had thrown up tents, and some of the high lords had erected pavilions as large as houses. Near all the chivalry of the east had come to Walter’s call, it seemed. Charlotte could see the silver eagle of the Calverts, Lord Longwood's pine tree, the bells of Swinton, the beaver of Stillman. Everyone bowed as she rode past, containing all the water beer and milk she had consumed as it streamed into her bladder. And even though she was holding this much, her demeanour was calm as ever and only her bulbous abdomen could tell otherwise. Martha was gaping back; beyond a certainty, she had never seen so many men, horses, and weapons in all her days. A pair of house guards in greenish cloaks and helms stood outside the great pavilion, on either side of the door. Charlotte recognized their captain. "My brother?" "Inside, my Queen." "Those two who came with me will want clothes to wear, beds to rest and meat and mead to fill their stomachs," Charlotte told him. "See that they are well taken care of." She entered the pavilion, and there was Walter. She found her brother surrounded by their father’s lords bannermen. Walter Torrington, The acting Lord of Longford, was in his early thirties. He was tall, with long legs, broad shoulders and a flat stomach. With rich black hair, a handsome face and brown eyes. He stood leaning onto the table, a pile of maps and papers in front of him, talking intently with Earl Calvert and Victor Atwell. At first he did not notice her... but the other lords did. The lords fell silent one by one, and Walter looked up at the sudden quiet and saw her. “Charlotte?” he said, his voice thick with sentiment. Charlotte wanted to run to him, to hug him so she could feel safe again, but here in front of his lords, she dared not. So she held herself at the far end of the table. Lord Hadrian was the first to travel across the tent to pay his respects, kneeling before her and pressing his brow to her hand. “My Queen,” he said, “you are fair as ever, a welcome sight in troubled times.” Lord Earl followed, his son Baron, and the rest, one by one. Sir Duncan was the last. “I had not looked to see you here, my Queen,” he said as he knelt. “I had not thought to be here,” Charlotte said, “....until I escaped from Tilsworth, and someone told me that Walter had his host moving towards the capital.” “My Queen, we had men looking for you everywhere but none of them could find you...,” Lord Victor said. The lords were anxious to talk to her, but Charlotte raised a hand. “No doubt we will have time for all this later, but my journey has fatigued me. I would speak with my brother alone. I know you will forgive me, my lords.” She gave them no choice; led by the ever-obliging Lord Calvert, the bannermen bowed and took their leave. “Have you had any word of Iwan?” she asked the moment she was sure they were alone. “There was a letter,” Walter said. He went to the table, rummaged among some maps and papers, and returned with a crumpled parchment. Something in Walter’s tone troubled her. She smoothed out the paper and read. Concern gave way to disbelief, then to anger, and lastly to fear. Her son was Lord Reynard’s prisoner now. She held the table for support as something broke inside her and tears came to her eyes. “He wants me to surrender you to him as well and ask my men to ride back home,” he added. “And if we march... even if we win... he’ll kill Iwan.” Her hopes were crushed, the light within her suddenly dimming. She did not know what to say. She did not know what to think. All she knew was she couldn’t lose. Not after coming this far. “If you turn your tail and retreat to Longford, your lords will lose all respect for you. Some may even go over to the Daltons. Then Reynard, with that much less to fear, can do as he likes with Iwan,” Charlotte looked at him with pleading eyes. “Our best hope, our only true hope, is that you can defeat the foe in the field. If you should chance to take Lord Reynard or any of his sons captive, then a trade might very well be possible, but that is not the heart of it. So long as you have power enough that he must fear you, Iwan should be safe. Reynard is wise enough to know that he may need him to make peace, should the fighting go against him.” “What if the fighting doesn’t go against him?” Walter asked. “What if it goes against us? He has twice the numbers I have.” “They say the Daltons have hearts of stone.” Charlotte looked down for a moment and then towards him, “If you lose, there is no hope for any of us.” Walter saw the fear and desperation in her eyes. “Then I will not lose,” he vowed. CHAPTER- VI THE STONE TABLE The morning that followed was a strange one. Charlotte woke up in her pavilion that was larger than the common rooms of an inn and furnished with every comfort: feather mattress and sleeping furs, a wood-and-copper tub large enough for two, braziers to keep off the night's chill, slung leather camp chairs, a writing table with quills and inkpot, bowls of peaches, plums, and pears, a flagon of wine with a set of matched silver cups, cedar chests packed full of clothing, books, maps, game boards, a high harp, a tall bow and a quiver of arrows, a pair of red-tailed hunting hawks and more. She tried to sit up on her bed but felt an immense increase in pressure as she did so. Her bladder was now rock hard. The barrel of beer she had emptied last night while discussing the battle plan with her brother and his bannermen was now brewing inside her bladder, stretching it out immensely. She still was not at her limits, but she was very, very full and her bladder felt very heavy in her abdomen. She quickly dressed herself up but before she left for her brother’s pavilion, Charlotte reminded herself that she had to act normally no matter how much her bladder ached. She was determined to keep her legs uncrossed all the times. She knew she was in full command of her bladder and she could wait to empty it. So, nursing her bursting bladder, she walked as normally as she could to her brother’s camp. She found him sitting on his chair, looking carefully at the map that lay before him. “Your Highness,” he rose up to greet her. “Is there any word of Iwan?” Charlotte asked as she walked towards her seat, containing in her iron bladder litres and litres of urine. “Well, no. But the scouts report King Reynard has moved his army further up,” Walter studied the pieces on the map, “He wants to end this as far away from the capital as he can.” Just then a knight entered the pavilion, "Sorry to interrupt you My Lord, but there is a messenger from Reynard Dalton." Charlotte looked at her brother and he looked back at her. "Let him approach," said Walter. The knight went away and soon returned leading the King’s messenger. “What is your message?” asked Walter. "The King of Solambria desires a safe conduct to come and speak with you," he said, "on a matter which is of as much concern to you as to him." "King of Solambria, indeed!" said Charlotte. "That bastard -" “Charlotte, no,” said Walter, “.... we might have a chance to get Iwan back” he added, “Tell your King, that I grant him safe conduct.” The messenger bowed and left. The hours that went by left Charlotte’s mind laden with the thoughts of her son and for once she did not think of her bladder that was now swollen outrageously to contain the copious amount of liquid she had consumed. Even when she felt the need she acted as if her bladder was empty. Only the significant bulge of her abdomen told otherwise. The wait was getting on her nerves, but she did not worry. She knew her bladder would swell further if needs be but would never crack or give way to any amount of pressure. A herald’s voice suddenly boomed across the empty skies, “Here comes King Reynard of the House Dalton, the fifth of his name, Emperor of the twelve kingdoms and the father of the realm.” The Queen felt a shudder running down her back at the sight of his face. Murmurs rose from the men around. The only two people present who seemed to be quite at their ease were Walter and the King himself. They entered the tent and took their seats. "The bitch is here," said Reynard looking at Charlotte, his voice cold and straight “and I have her pup.” His words enraged Walter but he reined the storm within him. "Well," said Walter. "What do you want from us?" “What do I want? Huh!” Reynard grinned, “You speak as if you do not know. I want both their heads on spikes, yours too if you don’t mind.” “You have Iwan, why haven’t you killed him yet if that is what you want?” “Well oft times I’ve heard that a live captive is of more value than a dead one,” Reynard breathed. He looked at Charlotte and then at her brother. "Have you forgotten the Laws of the God?" asked the King, coming straight to the point, his voice stiller than before. "Let us say I have forgotten them," answered Walter gravely. "Tell us of these Laws." "Tell you?" said Reynard, his voice growing suddenly shriller. "Tell you what is written on that very Table of Stone that the Servants of the God carved with their own hands? You very well know the Laws of the God. You know that as the King of Solambria, every traitor belongs to me as my lawful prey and that for every treachery I have the right to kill." He looked at her again. "And so," continued Reynard, "....the Prince and his mother are mine. Their lives are forfeit to me. Their blood is my property." Charlotte stood on Walter’s side, looking all the time at his face. She felt a choking feeling and wondered if she ought to say something; but she didn’t know what to say. "Charlotte," said Walter, "I will talk to the King alone." She turned and left the pavilion. It was a terrible time this - waiting and wondering while Walter and King Reynard talked. They talked for long and until the night fell dark and the shimmering stars glowed in the sky. As she waited outside the tent, Charlotte gave an “aah!” and hiked one leg up as the bladder pangs grew stronger but then stood confidently without giving a trace of her desperation to the men around her, as her organ swelled past the six day mark. The gallons of water she had today were stretching her bladder walls even further. There was going to be no release of pressure until she wished it and there would be no giving into the desperate need to let out the massive lake that she had inside her, she’d just have to wait. Then suddenly King Reynard appeared out of the tent and left without saying so much as a word. Charlotte went to her brother who took a last sip from his goblet of wine. "I have settled the matter. He has renounced the claim on your lives." Charlotte felt so relieved, as if she had began to breathe again. She held her bladder as a smile ran across her face. “...and he promised to send Iwan back early on the morrow,” he continued. She couldn’t believe her ears, her joy knew no bounds. Then, she stopped, “But what did he ask for in return?” she could read the sorrow on her brother’s face. But of that she did not get an answer as Lord Walter stood up and left. Charlotte couldn’t sleep that night. She had a horrible feeling - as if something was hanging over them. She felt as if something dreadful was going to happen to her brother. Early morning the next day, as he had promised, King Reynard returned the Prince to them. Sir Adam Popplewell brought him to the Queen and she pulled him to her loving embrace, “Oh, my son....,” she cried as her fingers ruffled through his hair. “Mother!” he sobbed, the wound on his lower lip paining him. She ran her hands through his beautiful face and wept, thanking the God. “They killed Norman and they tried to kill my friend too but he got away!” the young Prince cried when he found the strength to speak. “Friend? Who?” “My friend, Tirius!” Iwan told her, trembling. “Tirius?” Charlotte believed she had never heard that name before. “Yes, mother. He is my friend,” the Prince nodded, “You would not believe but he had legs like a goat’s and two small horns over his head, he brought me apples and cherries while I hid in the forest! But then they found me!” Charlotte couldn’t believe the words of her son. Maybe the shock and fear had caught to him. She could not say. She only knew that the boy was frightened and only time would heal his wounds. She asked a squire to take the Prince to his pavilion and help him bathe, while she proceeded for the war meeting. All through the meeting she strode about around the tent as she spoke to the lord’s bannermen, still keeping her legs apart and paying no mind to her aching bladder. She needed this victory more than she needed anything else and she was going to make every effort she could for it. But during that day, many a times she heard her brother telling Lord Atwell how to place his men against the Dalton army while in battle. He told him of every move or strategy he could think of and also gave him the command of his army. "But you will be there yourself, my Lord," Lord Atwell asked. "I can give you no promise of that," Walter answered. He did not talk very much and seemed to them to be sad. Walter's mood affected everyone that evening. Lord Atwell was feeling distressed also at the idea of fighting the battle on his own; the news that Lord Walter might not be there had come as a great shock to him. Supper that evening was a quiet meal. This feeling affected Charlotte so much that she couldn't get to sleep when she went to bed. And after she had laid counting sheep and turning over and over she heard Martha give a long sigh and turn over just beside her in the darkness. "Can't you get to sleep either?" asked the Queen. “No,” said Martha. "I thought you were asleep, my Queen." "No, I couldn’t. I've a most horrible feeling - as if something were hanging over us." "Have you? Because, as a matter of fact, so have I." "Something about Walter," said Charlotte. "Either some dreadful thing is going to happen to him, or something dreadful that he's going to do." "There's been something wrong with him all afternoon," said Martha. “What was that he said about not being at the battle? You don't think he could be stealing away and leaving us tonight, do you?" "I don’t know. Where is he now?" said the Queen. "Is he here in the pavilion? I’m worried for him,” she added, "I want to see him." “My Queen, he must be asleep by now, can’t it wait till the morrow? “No, I’ve to see him right now,” Charlotte threw away her blanket, “I have a feeling that he needs me.” "All right, let's," said Martha, "....we might just as well be doing that as lying awake here." So the two women slid out of the tent and quietly made their way towards Walter’s pavilion. The moonlight was bright and everything was quite still except for the noise of the river chattering over the stones. Charlotte peeped into his tent and found he wasn’t there. "Is he here in the pavilion?" asked Martha "I don't think so." "Let’s have a look round,” Martha spoke “We might see him." And then, on the far side of the camping ground, just where the trees began, they saw her brother slowly walking away into the wood. Without a word they followed him. He led them up the steep slope out of the river valley and then slightly to the right. On and on he led them, into dark shadows and out into pale moonlight, getting their feet wet with the heavy dew. They saw that they were going up the slope of the hill on which the Stone Table stood, an ancient relic known to all the men of the realm. They heard the sounds of men talking and the two women crouched behind a thick wall of bushes. Almost a score of men stood round the Stone Table. It was a great grim slab of grey stone supported on four upright stones. It looked very old; and it was cut all over with strange lines and figures that might be the letters of an unknown language. Though the moon was shining, many of them carried torches which burned with red flames and black smoke. And right in the middle, standing by the Table, was King Reynard himself. They laughed at her brother and made japes of him. “The fool!" King Reynard said. "The fool has come. Bind him fast." Charlotte and Martha held their breaths waiting for Walter to draw his great sword and cut his enemies down. But it never happened. Four soldiers came forward to tie his hands and legs to which he made no resistance at all. Then they began to drag him towards the Stone Table. Everyone was at him now. Those who had been afraid to come near him even after he was bound began to find their courage, and for a few minutes the two women could not even see him - so thickly was he surrounded by the whole crowd of men kicking him, hitting him, spitting on him, jeering at him. At last the rabble had had enough of this. They began to drag Walter to the Stone Table. “Those bastards...,” sobbed Charlotte. When once Walter had been tied on the flat stone, a silence fell on the crowd. Four men, holding four torches, stood at the corners of the Table. Reynard Dalton pulled out his sword. The thing shone in the moonlight, white as milk. At last he drew near. He stood by Walter's head, who looked up at the sky, still quiet, neither angry nor afraid, but a little sad. Then, just before Reynard gave the blow, he stooped down and said in a quivering voice, “Fool, did you think that by all this you would save your sister and her pup? Now I will kill you instead of the Prince as our pact. But when you are dead what will prevent me from killing him and his bitch mother? And who will take them out of my hand then? I have two times the men you have but this has made things really easy for me. Without a leader your army will scatter in no time. Understand that you have handed over the fate of your sister and her son into my hands, you have lost your own life and you have not saved theirs. I hope you find peace in the afterlife.” He brought down his sword to pierce right through Walter’s chest. The blood of his life ran on the stone table and he closed his eyes. Charlotte covered her face, trying to stop the images of her brother’s murder but it didn’t help. She cried without making a sound and Martha tried to hold her. CHAPTER- VII THE LAWS OF GODS AND MEN While the two women still crouched in the bushes with their hands over their faces, they heard the voice of the King calling out, "Our work is done here. Now! Follow me all and we will set about what remains of this war! It will not take us long to crush the whore now that her foolish brother lies dead." Charlotte and Martha held their breaths as the men walked past the bushes. They would be raped before being butchered if King Reynard got to know they hid here. Their laughs and japes echoed in Charlotte’s ears as they mounted their horses and swept off the hill-top. At any other time she would have trembled with fear; but now the sadness and shame and horror of Walter’s death so filled her mind that she hardly thought of it. As soon as the wood was silent again Charlotte and Martha crept out onto the open hill-top. The blanket of clouds hid the strokes of the moonlight, painting the night deeper and darker, but still they could see the shape of her brother’s body lying dead in his bonds. They both knelt down in the grass, before the Queen kissed his cold face and stroked his beautiful black hair; “He did this to save us...,” tears flooded her cheeks, her voice shaken. She cried and cried till she could cry no more. She looked at Martha and sobbed for she felt lonely and weak. "Help me" she said as she stood up and tried to pull out the sword that pierced her brother’s chest. They put all their strength to pull out the sword that had cut into the stone and at last it came free, her brother’s blood dripping off its edge. Charlotte tossed it aside and fondled Walter’s face. They tried to untie him but the cords were drawn so tight that they could do nothing of the knots. A certain quiet surrounded them. Charlotte felt as if nothing was going to happen ever again. Hours and hours went by in the dead calm, and they hardly noticed that they were getting colder and colder. Though Martha noticed the sky on the east side of the hill was a little less dark than it had been an hour ago. Then Charlotte in a fit of broken despair tried to untie her brother for one last time, and this time she succeeded. The sky in the east was whitish by now and the stars were getting fainter - all except one very big one low down on the eastern horizon. They felt colder than they had been all night. Every moment Walter’s dead face looked nobler, as the light grew and they could see it better. In the wood behind them a bird gave a chuckling sound. It had been so still for hours and hours that it startled them. Then another bird answered it. Soon there were birds singing all over the place. It was quite definitely early morning now, not late night. Martha rubbed arms to fight the cold as she looked on in despair at the broken Queen. The rising of the sun had made everything look so different - all colours and shadows were changed that. Charlotte held her brother in a tight embrace. Lost. All was lost. Her brother was gone. Her tears knew no end and her breathes were broken still. Defeat was absolute. “The Laws of the God...,” there came a voice from among the trees that startled both the women to the toes. “Who’s there?” Charlotte went wide eyed, horror creeping under her skin. Martha took a step back, sweat beading down her forehead. And then a very strange person stepped out of the trees, into the light. He might have been as tall as Iwan. From the waist upwards he was like a man, but his legs were shaped like a goat's, the hair on them was glossy brown and instead of feet he had goat's hoofs and his skin was rather reddish too. He had a strange, but pleasant little face, with a short pointed beard and curly hair, and out of the hair there stuck two horns, one on each side of his forehead. Charlotte and Martha couldn’t believe their eyes. A faun stood before them, a being of whom they had heard of only in fables. For a moment Charlotte thought she was dreaming but then the sight of her brother’s corpse stabbed her. “My Queen, I’m Tirius, a friend to Prince Iwan,” he bowed before her. The two of them didn’t know what to say. Fear stopped the words in their throats and left them shaking. Iwan was right, the person he had been describing was true after all. “The Laws of God, my lady, are strange but just. They say, only he can govern what is true and what is false. Only he holds the right to give life and to take it back,” he walked towards them, “....but he is not the only one who can give life. A mother can give life as well.” Charlotte looked at him with tear filled eyes. She couldn’t understand what he was saying and she didn’t know what to say. “The Stone Table was built thousands of years ago, on the command of the almighty, to serve as a symbol of justice and only the King could serve this justice,” he looked at Walter’s face, which seemed to be at peace, “The King is next to the God and his word is absolute. But if the Lord almighty gave the King the power to take life, he gave the Queen Mother the power to give life as well.” His words struck a string of hope within her. Suddenly her heart started to beat faster. “The Stone Table does not agree to the blood of an innocent,” Tirius told them, “If someone, for no fault of his is executed on the Table, then he can be brought back to life, but only by the Queen Mother.” “How?” she asked, her voice shaken, “It is not possible...,” “But it is...,” Tirius said, “It could be...it all depends upon the faith.” She looked at him, then at her brother and then at Martha. Wrecked by grief she stood up and placed her hands on the chest of her brother’s corpse, and though she didn’t believe the faun, the words came to her mouth, “My Lord, the creator of heaven and earth, I pray to you, shed your mercy upon us.....,” Her words sounded hollow to her ears, her hands touching her mistrust. She tried and tried but her brother’s breathes did not return. She sighed, broken in spirit. Her eyes closed in defeat. Tears flowing down her face. She looked at him, hoping he would move, hoping he would speak but his soul was gone. Gone far away. Her hands shook. She had lost. She looked at Martha, who stood still, not uttering a word. Charlotte turned and walked, to where she did not know. “My Lady there is one more way....,” Tirius spoke suddenly. She stopped on her track, then started walking again. “My Queen, without Lord Walter this war is lost,” Martha’s voice sounded in her ears, “Only he could have guided your men to victory.” Charlotte knew that was the truth but could she believe the faun’s words? “My Lady, inside the Castle of Light and Dark lays a hidden chamber. And inside that chamber is a tabernacle which holds a chalice of gold. The chalice that contains the God’s wine.” He stopped to catch his breath. “It is said that one can ask of anything from the Lord almighty if he succeeds to drink from the chalice and his wish shall be granted. But to get to the chalice is not easy....,” Tirius said, “It is said that magic guards the walls of the Castle of Light and Dark and to get past it is no feat for the faint of heart....,” The Castle of Light and Dark? She had never heard of it before. Was the faun lying? But what if it was the truth? Maybe it was her only chance to get her brother back. “How far is the castle from here?” “A day’s ride north,” Tirius replied, “...but my lady I must warn you, this may cost you your life...,” “If this is the way to bring my brother back, then I must do it....,” Charlotte spoke, “No matter what the cost....,” CHAPTER- VIII THE CASTLE OF LIGHT AND DARK Amongst the dense forest of larch and pine, Charlotte found the castle of Light and Dark. What she had presumed to be a magnificent stronghold was just a grey and ancient ruin, protected by the woods. She stood there with a hand on her aching bladder, her thighs pressed together. Studying the fortress and guessing what it held inside. The pressure inside her bladder had grown to the highest degree. The waterskin she had carried with her on the journey had been emptied and refilled over a dozen times since she had left Martha and her brother back at the camp yesterday and yet her bladder was unrelieved, still holding ten days worth of urine. But Queen Charlotte was confident. She knew her bladder would never crack or give way to any amount of pressure. But what if it became her undoing inside the Castle of Light and Dark? “My Queen,” Tirius said, “I want you to think this through one last time...” “There is nothing to think about,” Charlotte spoke, her eyes stuck on the castle, “I have no other way,” she sighed. “It is said that many go into The Castle of Light and Dark, but few come out,” he told, “If you have decided to follow your heart, then take me inside with you. I’ve heard many tales of the place, maybe they will come of help.” “No,” she breathed, “Some places even the Queen must walk alone.” This frightened the faun, “My Queen, you must remember, the front way leads in, but never out again. Heed my words, The Castle of Light and Dark was not made for mortal men. If you value your soul, take care and do just as I tell you.” “I will do as you say,” Charlotte promised. “When you enter, you will find yourself in a room with four doors: the one you have come through and three others. Take the door to your left. Each time, the door to your left. If you should come upon a stairwell, climb. Never go down, and never take any door but the first door to your left.” “The door to my left,” Charlotte repeated. “I understand. And when I leave, the opposite?” “No,” Tirius said. “Leaving and coming, it is the same. Always up. Always the door to your left.” “I understand.” She sighed and as the Queen walked towards the huge wooden door, it opened itself to let her in. She turned to look at the faun for one last time and then entered the castle. The door slowly closed behind her back. She found herself in a stone anteroom with four doors, one on each wall. With some hesitation, she went to the door on her left and stepped through. The second room was a twin to the first. Again she turned to the left-hand door. When she pushed it open she faced yet another small antechamber with four doors. I am in the presence of sorcery. She felt shaken but never did she let her fear overcome her. She took the door to the left once more and found herself in a long hall. The long hall went on and on and on, with torches burning on the walls. She walked past more doors than she could count, closed doors and open ones, doors of wood and doors of iron, carved doors and plain ones, doors with pulls and doors with locks and doors with knockers. Finally a great pair of bronze doors appeared to her left, grander than the rest. They swung open as she neared, and as she entered it, Queen Charlotte saw the thing for which she was not prepared. A gigantic dragon, bound by chains lay before her, guarding the doors behind it. Even the darkness had not dimmed the beauty of its scales that shone a shade of dark green in the light that danced upon the torches. For a moment, it took her breath away. Dragon? She couldn’t believe her eyes. She’d never seen one in her entire life and now, one was right before her! That’s an Asgarothian Ironbelly! She realized. She had read about dragons in the books kept in the capital’s great library and knew they had all died out centuries ago. It was a miracle to find one alive. Her amazement was short lived though as then the being sensed her. It turned its ugly head towards the Queen and roared with a noise that made the rocks tremble and then, it opened its mouth to spew a jet of fire that sent Charlotte running back. She held her bladder as she leaned back on the wall, her organ unprepared for this kind of rapid movement. The Queen went back in again, peeping at first. She could make that the creature was partially blind but only more savage for that. It looked at her fierce but then suddenly the dragon began to shift backward, as if it was scared of her. Charlotte couldn’t understand what was going on but she knew this was her only chance. The Queen slowly walked towards the wooden door behind the dragon and placed her hand on it. The door opened and she found herself in a room that was crammed from floor to ceiling with golden coins and goblets, silver armor, the skins of strange creatures— some with long spines, others with drooping wings — potions in jeweled flasks, and a skull still wearing a crown. There at the end of the room, she saw the tabernacle. She hurried towards it and opened it to find a chalice full of red wine like the faun had told her. Charlotte raised it to her lips. The first sip tasted sour, but when she swallowed it seemed to come to life within her. She could feel tendrils spreading through her chest, like fingers of fire coiling around her heart, and on her tongue was a taste like honey and blood. It was all the tastes she had ever known, and none of them . . . and then the chalice was empty. She closed her eyes and prayed, “O’Lord almighty, creator of heaven and earth, I pray to you to show your mercy upon me and send my brother back to me....,” she couldn’t control her tears any longer. Then all of a sudden the ground beneath her started to shake and the pillars that held the roof started to crumble. Horror gripped Charlotte tighter than ever. “Oh no!” she wailed. Huge boulders fell down as the roof began to collapse. The castle was coming down. Maybe it was the effect of her drinking from the chalice, she did not know. All she knew was that she needed to escape or she’d be crushed to death. She rushed towards the door as fast her swollen bladder would allow. The bound dragon let out a roar but its posture still seemed submissive, as if it was afraid. Then something happened, something clicked inside her and inspiration or madness came to Charlotte. She rushed towards the dragon and climbed atop the creature, which strangely showed no resistance. “Go! Go! Go!” she commanded and go it went! Charlotte had to put all her strength into her pee hole to keep it shut but she had other things to worry about now. The cuffs broke open with loud bangs. The dragon’s scales were hard as steel; it did not even seem to feel her. Then the creature became aware that it was unbound. With a roar it reared: Charlotte dug in her knees, clutching as tightly as she could to the jagged scales as the wings opened, knocking the pillars aside like skittles. Charlotte, flat on its back, scraped against the ceiling as it dived toward the passage opening, while the castle continued to fall around her. By sheer force the dragon clawed and fought its way through, a massive rock hitting its head, though it wasn’t enough to stop it. Charlotte’s eyes were shut tight against the heat and dust: Deafened by the crashing of rocks and the dragon’s roars, she could only cling to its back, expecting to be shaken off at any moment. And then at last, as the result of the dragon’s brute strength, the remaining roof over its head fell apart. Finally the dragon had room to stretch its wings: Turning its horned head toward the cool outside air it could smell around itself, the dragon climbed atop the rubble of the falling castle with Charlotte still clinging to its back. And then after a bit of struggle, it launched itself into the sky. The Queen was crazed with fear. What if she fell off?! She looked down and saw the Castle of Light and Dark, only the way she had found it before. Unharmed, unbroken. CHAPTER – IX THE BATTLE FOR GODSWICK Swords grazed the flesh off men and horses alike. Screams and shrieks filled the cold air and rivulets of blood ran through the field of battle. Murder was never a sight so common. Lord Victor Atwell could feel a fluttering in his bowels, a queasy liquid feeling; he hoped he was not going to die sick. He saw Sir John impaled on a spear and watched Lord Borbon’s horse shatter a man’s ribs with a kick. A flight of arrows descended on them; where they came from he could not say, but they fell on Torrington and Dalton alike, rattling off armour or finding flesh. Lord Victor lifted his shield and hid beneath it. One by one, his men were falling. The chance of victory slipping from their hands. With Lord Walter dead, there was no chance of defeating Reynard Dalton on the field. He should have known that. Lord Victor saw his son take an arrow to his eye before he fell to the ground, dead. Men stepped on his corpse. He screamed with grief and pain, louder than he had ever screamed but the sounds of the battle muffled his voice. He ran and took the motionless body of his son in his hands and rested his head on his lap before he pulled the arrow out of his skull. Tears found their way to Victor’s blood soaked cheeks, his hands shivering and his lips trembling. His wails were loud, heavy with sorrow but unknown to the ones around him. Then he stood up, swaying his sword, in anger, in pain, in defeat. But all was lost. Someone struck him from behind and his body surrendered itself to the mud. He didn’t want to get back up. All was lost. But then he heard something that left him numb, “Lord Walter is here!” A huge roar of approval went up as men pointed their swords and spears towards the sky in joy! And then he saw him. Atop his white stallion, the Lord of Longford pierced through the enemy. He saw Lord Walter catch an arrow mid air just when it was about to core his eye. What a magnificent warrior! Walter Torrington tossed it aside and jumped off his horse, piercing his sword into an enemy as he landed. Victor could not believe his eyes. A night ago he had wept over his Lord’s corpse that lied cold in his coffin and now he stood before him. Just then the knight who had hit him came thundering down on Victor, swaying his axe. He hit Victor’s helm with the side of his weapon. His head exploded with pain, his skull suddenly heavier than a boulder. Victor’s sword fell. He clawed on the ground for anything he could get his hands on, but the knight hit the side of his axe on Victor’s face once more and he fell down again. He did not recall hitting the ground, but when he looked up there was only sky above him. He rolled onto his side and tried to find his feet, but pain shuddered through him and the world throbbed. The knight drew up above him. "Lord Victor," he boomed down. "You are mine. Do you yield?" Yes, he thought, but the word caught in his throat. He made a croaking sound and fought his way to his knees, fumbling for a weapon. His sword, his dirk, anything . . . "Do you yield?" The knight loomed overhead. He seemed immense. The axe in his hand a raw piece of steel. Victor's hands were numb, his vision blurred, his scabbard empty. "Yield or die," the knight declared. “Fuck you, pig,” Lord Atwell mouthed and in an instant his head was gone. Lord Walter stood on the other side of the field. The battle seemed to have moved beyond him. No one remained on his part of the field save a large number of corpses. Ravens were already circling and landing to feed. The sound of hooves coming up behind him made him whirl, and he saw King Reynard’s reserve come sweeping along. Walter watched as the remnants of his lines got shattered like glass beneath the hammer of the Dalton charge. He had lost the battle. Then the enemies turned towards him. His eyes met theirs’. Suddenly Lord Walter felt as if the world had stopped moving and then he heard the word, “Charge!” Thousands of mounted men were coming towards him. To kill him. To rip him apart. He readied himself, tightening the grip on his great sword. He could feel the earth shuddering beneath his feet, sweat running through his brow, eyes pierced at the sea of warriors that was charging towards him. This was it. He had failed his sister. He had failed his men. This was his end. He closed his eyes and remembered his father, his late mother and his sisters. But then, a sound of thunderous roar filled the skies. Every eye on the battle field looked up and there it was. A dragon. King Reynard watched open mouthed as the great being flapped its gigantic wings. And then he saw her. Sitting atop the dragon’s back. The Queen. In the blink of an eye the dragon came sweeping down to rain fire on his men. Shrieks of horror went up in the skies as an inferno engulfed them. Many ran to save their lives, many got cooked. The dry grasses and stands of wheat went up at once. The wind fanned the flames and blew the smoke into the face of the King. The scent of fire sent the horses into panic, and as the smoke thickened, horse and rider alike were blinded. Their ranks began to break as walls of fire rose on every side of them. The remaining of the Torrington men waited with their bows and spears and made short work of the burned and burning Dalton men who came staggering from the hellhole. More than twenty thousand men died in the flames and what remained of King Reynard’s men perished from swords and spears and arrows. The beaten King looked on as the battle slipped from his hands. All was lost. He began to flee but found someone standing before him. A ghost of his past. A man he had killed. “I hope you find peace in the afterlife,” Lord Walter said before putting his sword through Reynard’s belly. Blood sprouted from his mouth before he fell to the ground. Dead. The echoes of, “Long live the Queen!” and “Long may she reign!” filled the air. A smile ran across Walter’s face. The war was over. They had won. CHAPTER– X THE END The night that followed was that of celebration. Lord Walter held a small feast to mark their victory and everyone drank to the health of the Queen. Charlotte herself drank a large amount of beer on the insistence of the Lords and knights present, though she had not wanted to. She had not made water in days, and the last thing she wanted was more liquid getting pumped inside her tired bladder, but she very well could not refuse the men who had fought for her. As the night darkened and the Queen went to her bed, sleep evaded her. She was beginning to grow less and less confident in her ability to hold her piss and was clenching her muscles as tight as she could, her calmness slowly slipping away. The pressure was getting to her, even if she didn’t want to admit it. Her bladder filled considerably during the night and by the time it was morning, Queen Charlotte was feeling a fairly intense urge to piss. She knew there was no room left for her bladder to expand and she had little will power to continue her hold. But regardless, she got up and dressed herself. Her bladder felt like it was about to explode but the Queen withheld her pressure and waited calmly until it was time for her to leave for the capital. She was dying to get to the castle, rush to the privy and take the piss of her life. She just wanted to let it all out. Hold on, you can hold on, she told herself. Waves of urgency came upon her again and again as her bladder attempted to release its contents to save itself from bursting apart but the Queen held on, endlessly. Her composure unshaken. But inside her chest, her heart beat faster than ever, her head heavier than a boulder. She realized she wasn’t able to think straight, did she really needed to pee that much? It did not matter. She would hold it till she reached inside the walls of the King’s Fort. Inside her chamber. Inside her privy. Only then would she relieve herself. She thanked all the Lords for their support in the war and kissed her brother’s brow before climbing atop her horse, barely controlling her immense need to piss. They all waved at her, Walter, Gunther, Martha and the rest, and she waved back, and so did her son who rode right beside her. Surrounded by a dozen guards, they went on their way as the others looked on. As they rode on into the dusk, Charlotte found herself grabbing her crotch whenever she was sure no one was looking. She could not believe the pressure, it was more than she’d felt ever before. She had never wanted to wee this badly in all her life, yet she was determined not to let it show to the men who rode with her and especially not to her son. She reminded herself that she did not need to worry; her bladder was cast-iron, strong and unbreakable. But then why did she feel so worried? She realized she did not want to think about it. They’d get to the capital tomorrow anyway, until then she’d just not think about it. She just pressed her crotch on the saddle of her horse and rode on. After another hour of riding, they spotted a watchtower. It meant they were on the border of her father’s lands and the royal grounds started from here on out. As they got closer to the tower, Charlotte spotted three armoured men on horsebacks. One carrying a banner with the rampant Griffin of House Seymour on it, the sigil of her late husband’s house and now hers. The three men rode towards them, grasping swords and shields. “It’s an honour to have you here, my Queen and my Prince,” one of them said, “I would like to congratulate you on your victory.” “Many thanks to you, my friend,” Queen Charlotte said forcing a smile. Her bladder was absolutely bursting by this point, her desperation growing by the minute. She realized her hands were shaking. She didn’t know what was happening to her, she was growing restless and panic was starting to crawl up her chest. Was this because she had to urinate? No, that couldn’t be. That couldn’t be. She was the Queen. She could hold on as long as she wanted to. Then why was she sweating? Why was she afraid of losing control? Why? Why? Then, it suddenly hit her, I cannot hold it. M-my bladder is going to explode! I have to piss....i-it’s going to come out! I need to find somewhere to go! I have to piss! Oh my god, I have to piss! Her body was trembling, but she couldn’t let it show to everyone. Hide it, hide it! She screamed within. Holding the reins tighter in her trembling hands. “My Queen, we’d be honoured to have you as our guest at the tower, to share our meat and mead and our roof for the night,” Oliver, one of the men said. Albert, the captain of the Queen’s escort replied, “I thank you for the offer, but we must continue on our way to the capital.” “Wait,” Charlotte said suddenly. “I think we will accept your offer of hospitality. I am sure my guards are hungry, and my back is sore from riding. If you could give me a private room with a bed in which I could rest till the morrow, I would be very grateful to you.” “My Queen,” Albert whispered quickly. “... the capital is just a few hours away, we’ll reach home if we cont--” “I have given my command,” Charlotte said sternly, although on the inside she was frantic. She’d already waited past the breaking point. She knew she didn’t have much time left. “We’ll rest here for the night,” she finished much more politely, turning back to Oliver. “Of course, my Queen,” Oliver said with a bow. “I thank you. With haste, then,” Charlotte said loudly over the whispered protests of her guards. She ignored them completely as she reined her horse to follow Oliver towards the tower. It was a short ride, and soon they were dismounting and making their way into the tower. Oh, she couldn’t wait to piss! Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! She screamed internally at Oliver, who was leading them inside. Charlotte walked into the lobby, her bladder ready to crack, “My room?” she asked straight away. “My Queen, would you like some wine before your rest?” he asked. “N-no, not at all,” Charlotte held her brow, squeezing her thighs as tightly together as she could, “Just show me to my room, please....” “Of course,” Oliver replied. “If you would follow me.” Charlotte turned to step after him, and he led her to the base of the tower's staircase. She trembled at the thought of climbing up stairs when she was just moments away from losing complete control of her bladder. Nor did she have the energy neither the time to fight off her need anymore. Still, there was no escaping it. She lifted her right leg and took the first step of the tall tower, then another with her left. Every time she raised a leg, her thigh pressed into the bottom of her bladder, causing it to send out a pulse of pain and pressure that rippled through her body. A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead, and she pressed her thighs together, her hands gripped in tight fists, nails digging into her pale skin. Charlotte gasped in pain, audibly but quietly, and her bladder throbbed strongly. Then, suddenly, without her consent, her pole opened for a full second and a long, hot leak escaped into her smallclothes. She froze in panic and quickly stood straight, clenching her muscles, stopping herself from wetting her dress any further. Looking down in horror and shame, she saw the wet spot on her dress, now dark green from the sudden spurt of her warm urine. Fuck, this is so embarrassing! Despite her humiliation, she continued to climb the stairs, grabbing her crotch as tightly as she could. Finally she came to a thick wooden door at the fifth floor, and she grasped the handle, stumbled inside and yelled, “Thank you so much!” to Oliver before banging the door shut at his face! She dashed straight towards the window, lifting up her dress and tearing down her small clothes as she did so. Stricken with panic, she threw her bottom over the edge of the window and at that very moment, the flood inside her erupted completely. “Aaaaaahhhhhh!!!! Ooooooooohhhhhhhh mmmmmmyyyyyyyyyy ggggoooooddddd!!!” Queen Charlotte threw her head up as her eyes closed themselves tight with the immense relief that flowed through her exhausted body. Her toes curled in response of the enormous release. So much pressure... for so long... “Oooooohhhh tthhhaaannnnkkk ggggoooddd!!!” she groaned, the relief rendering her unable to open her eyes. Her whole body shivered with respite as the endless flow of piss streamed out of her. Her brain felt numb. It felt so good to finally release it! Her bladder was stretched to the bursting point. How she had managed to hold it this long she’d never know. She could feel the stream carry her stress out with it. Oh, how long had she waited for this! This glorious feeling of relief. Another heartfelt groan of relief escaped her throat as she let out her long held waters. Oh, how much her bladder had ached! The feeling of bliss as she finally felt her organ shrink was beyond what words could describe, it was pure ecstasy. The tower had come as a blessing in her time of desperate need. There was no way she could have held it all the way to the capital with her bladder that full. But now it was over. She did not have to worry anymore. She was saved. “Phew!” she breathed as she felt the heavy stream run out of her, I really needed that. The relief was so overpowering that she felt light headed. It felt so good! But this private moment of her release was interrupted when a fat man suddenly burst into her room! “My Queen!” the man said with a big smile on his face, “Am I disturbing you?” Charlotte’s eyes widened in shock and humiliation and with the fear of being found out! She didn’t know what to do or what to say! She froze where she was, not moving an inch as her piss continued to flow out of her. “Oh, Your Highness! You mustn’t sit on the window like that!” he yelped, “You might fall off!” The man she recalled as Lord Peter Walden. Many years ago she had granted him the custody of this watchtower for his dedicated service to the throne. Now he was standing before her, about to find out that she was weeing out of the window of his tower. Get lost! Get out, you idiot! She screamed within. “M-my Lord, I-I assure you that I’m safe,” she said, trying her best to cut off her flow but her sphincters were too worn out, “T-to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” “I am most grateful to you my Queen for the generosity you’ve shown us by being our guest for the night,” he said, “I hope you find your stay comfortable.” Yes! Please get out of the room! Get out! Now! “T-thank you, M’lord, that is so kind of you,” she forced a smile that told she wanted to kill him, “Is that all? You may leave now.” She was trying her best to stop the flood that was pouring out of her, all while keeping a straight face but it was out of her control now. There was no stopping it. “Oh, my Queen, I must say we’ve never had a ruler more generous and kind than Your Highness,” he went to sit on her bed, much to Charlotte’s horror, “My Queen is the fairest of all!” he laughed. Queen Charlotte felt like she’d rip him apart, but she was stuck on the window, her river of wee going on and on and on. Then finally he stood up, “Well, my Queen, I beg for your leave now. I’d look forward to seeing you at the feast,” he bowed and left with a smile, closing the door behind him. Charlotte let out a breath of relief. Lord Peter was an old man. She hoped he wouldn’t have noticed what she was doing. Her piss continued unabated for a few more minutes before she found the strength to cut off the flow and quickly climb off the window. She had botched her family name and her title of the Queen, but desperate times called for desperate measures. She still had to pee a lot but her bladder was now empty more than half, which meant she had let the pressure off enough to be able to ride home. She looked out of the window as she adjusted her smallclothes and found that the wall was drenched and at the ground a massive puddle sat as if made by an elephant. A small pond of warm piss. I shouldn’t have relieved myself like that. She felt a sense of guilt overcome her but she tried to suppress it. She quickly adjusted back her dress and went down for the feast. That whole night, the Queen didn’t even look at Lord Peter out of embarrassment, but the old man seemed normal to her, as if nothing had happened. Maybe he had not found out what she was doing back in the room. She thanked the God and participated in the feast with utmost graciousness. During the entire feast, Charlotte didn’t take any wine or beer but only stuck to timely sips of water. Her bladder was completely exhausted and the last thing she wanted was more liquid making its way into it. They left for the capital early on the morrow and after a few hours ride, they saw the massive walls of Godswick at a distance. People praised her name as she rode through the city streets and children ran behind her contingent. But Charlotte cared for none of it. Her desperation had grown since they had left the tower and the Queen once again found herself on the edge of losing control. She had to get to the castle, and fast. She found a small welcoming party along with the members of the royal council waiting for her at the foot of the King’s Fort, but she dismounted and walked past them, steeling herself from grabbing her crotch in full view of her people and leaving her son behind in her frantic run to reach the privy. My room. The privy. Have to go so badly, it all took over her mind as she stepped into the great hall of her castle, ignoring the guards. She slowly climbed the stairs that led to her chamber, stopping her piss at the gates. Her breathing was heavy and her bladder completely exhausted. Hurry, hurry, hurry! She told herself. It’s going to come out! She grabbed her crotch as tightly as she could. She would never know how she had managed to put off her need to wee for so long. Somehow she reached the top of the stairs, and she turned towards her chamber. Squeezing her crotch with her trembling hand as she held her breath tight. She screamed out loud as her bladder pulsated madly within her. She needed to piss so badly! And the pressure was increasing rapidly. Her pee was just a hair breadth away from completely pouring out of her and her chamber still seemed so far. Then suddenly a long jet of her hot wee escaped out of her and she stopped in her track, her eyes widened in fear. There was nothing more she could do. I got so close...just a few more- There was no stopping it anymore. Her piss exploded in a thick stream as relief washed over her body. The Queen was wetting herself. She tried her hardest to stop the flow but failed. She looked on in disbelief at the puddle of hot piss as it grew beneath her, her eyes still wide with fear and humiliation. “Stop! Please stop!” she sighed her hands holding her face on the sides. Her body was beaten. It could have not taken the pressure any more. My God, why did you let this happen to me?! Shame crawled up her skin. What if someone saw her like this? Wetting herself in the hallway. She could not let that happen. No. She’d be humiliated for the rest of her life. She needed to move from here, but her body was frozen. She could not move. Her legs trembling as the amazing relief flowed through her. “My Queen?” Charlotte’s heart practically stopped. She looked up, eyes wide. Her handmaidens Lucille and Mary stood before her, looking on with disbelief. The Queen was wetting herself. This was a sight they shouldn’t have witnessed. The Queen’s embarrassment flowed from under her dress like a river, soaking into the carpet and spreading out in every direction. Her body was fatigued and she was completely defeated, humiliated in front of her servants, everything she thought of herself as a Queen flowing out of her, dampening the bottom of her skirt. It just went on and on, a seemingly endless stream of hot piss that nearly reached Lucille and Mary who were standing several meters away. Despite the absorption of the carpet, the puddle reached the ledge of the second floor of the entrance hall and fell to the marble below. Charlotte could hear it splattering against stone even at this distance, and she knew there was absolutely no hiding such an accident. Even if she banished Lucille and Mary from the Capital, people would come into the hall at some point and see the mess coming from her wing of the castle. I'm going to have to run. Just shift to some other country and make a living as a cook. What if Iwan finds out about this? Oh, no! Not him! It was several minutes before her waterfall fell silent. Her puddle was almost ten feet in span and the only sound that could be heard was of her pee falling to the floor below. Her two servants still stood by, watching her in disbelief. She wished they would look away, but it made no difference now. Her body and mind fatigued, she looked at the two young girls. “So, what is going to happen now?” Charlotte asked them, a semblance of hurt and humiliation in her voice. “Are you going to run and tell everyone what I have done here? This is a good chance for you to have your vengeance for how poorly I’ve treated you all, isn’t it?” The two of them looked between Charlotte and her colossal puddle. They knew if the word of this got out, the Queen would have to face an embarrassment like no other. Mustering her voice, Mary spoke first. “It was me who did this. I lost control of my waters. Please, forgive me.” Charlotte sighed and smiled sincerely for the first time in what felt like days. “Oh, my sweet girl, that is so kind of you....,” she breathed. “However, nobody will believe that a tiny one like you could hold this much piss. I fear there is no possible way for me out of this.” “I couldn't hold it either,” Lucille said suddenly, “We were so occupied in preparing for your welcome since morning, that we didn’t get a chance to use the chamberpot. We beg for your pardon, Your Highness...,” At this very moment, Charlotte loved these girls like they were her own daughters. “You would take the blame for this, after how I have abused you over the years?” “We owe you everything we have, my Queen,” Lucille said, “We were born to serve you.” “I will never forget this,” Charlotte said, “You two will be rewarded with whatever you want for this.” “Please, my Queen,” Lucille said. “Just see yourself to your chamber to wash.” Charlotte nodded, her heart full of gratitude, before she rushed towards her chamber. The End
  7. Swishersweety pants wet. View File Girl desperately wets herself. Submitter samiam Submitted 12/30/2015 Category Pants Wetting
  8. View File Office ladys pissing -Girls were desperate situation- Jkt2 3 screen shot video samples are taken from the best models from the Jade series DLFF-047, filmed by FILTH. My apologies for the screen capture with advertisements. Submitter lester Submitted 01/12/2016 Category Female Wetting
  9. View File Desperation with Daddy A woman comes back home and needs to pee. Whe walks in a bathroom, but her daddy follows her and watches her desperation while she asks him to leave. After several minutes of desperation she pulls her pink panties down, sits on the toilet and pees. Finally she wipes herself and leaves Submitter wether Submitted 04/03/2016 Category Female Wetting
  10. View File Rommate desperation A woman comes back home and needs to pee. However the bathroom is occupied by her rommate who makes her up. The woman gets to the bathroom and does a good pee dance. Finally she sits on the toilet and starts peeing, while her rommate makes her photos. Submitter wether Submitted 04/03/2016 Category Female Wetting
  11. View File Yang Xiao Long Desperate to pee Something I made in mmd with those animations someone posted here. Submitter Big Boss Submitted 12/14/2016 Category Animation
  12. View File Phone wetting A women in a supermarket gallery is talking to a telephone. She is visibly desperate to pee, stands with legs crossed, holding herself with a hand. She hides herself a bit with a trolley, squats and lets some pee out through the panties. Then she walks out and dries panties sitting with legs wide apart. I hope it's not a repost, and not on the ban list. It looks like an old 80's-90's video grabbed from a VHS tape. Enjoy! Submitter wether Submitted 12/31/2017 Category Public wetting Clothing Skirt
  13. So there was this xtube video a while back where there was this woman who sat down in a semi bottomless chair, wearing crothless pants, holding her pee till she absolutely couldn’t. The video was split into 2 parts. One was like thirty some minutes long, and the second I can’t remember for sure how long, I think it was about in the twenties. This has always been my most favorite omo video ever. Holding till they utterly cant while leaking and spurting makes it super enjoyable for me. I wish I remembered to ask about this video sooner! I hope someone can find it for me! Itd be much appreciated!
  14. Hey, all! In my introduction, I mentioned that I had plans to possibly put together some comics. To that end, I set about planning some possible story ideas. The one that I liked the most involved wetting and possibly messing at a fancy dress party. Now that I've shared some art with you, I felt that I should share some of my writing with you too. Below you'll find some words that I've written, based on that particular story idea. I'd love to hear any feedback you have! I've received some very kind comments so far in my art thread, so thank you! WARNING! CONTAINS SWEARING, FARTING, AND IMPLIED POOP DESPERATION!
  15. Alright so this is my first crack at male desperation. It was done as a request and I'm eager to please. Hope ya'll enjoy! Chris sat in his geometry class, the equations the teacher was spouting whizzing over his head as he tried to concentrate on a different kind of problem. Chris was tan, muscular boy in his senior year of high school. He was quite popular. Girls loved him, boys wanted to be him (and some even to be loved by him) and he always dressed extremely fashionably. Today he wore straight blue skinny jeans, regular old converse sneakers, and a white tee shirt with a twenty-one-pilot’s logo on the front. Chris normally had no issues in his life. Rich family gets you that now days. But there was a big issue on his mind right now. He had to poop really fucking badly. Chris tried to trace back why this was happening as he squirmed in his seat. He had eaten a normal breakfast, lucky charms and a bagel. He thought harder as he pressed his firm ass into the metal chair under him, his stomach gurgling a bit. “I normally can hold it all day… why is this happening now!” He mumbled. Let’s see… lucky charms. It dawned on Chris suddenly. His drink. Normally he just had a glass of water but this morning he tried the orange juice that had been in the fridge for a while. He didn’t even check the expiration date! And now he was paying for it. Chris crossed his legs tight under him and bounced a little. He raised his hand and asked to go to the water fountain, too afraid to mention the bathroom allowed. The teacher, being favorable towards Chris, allowed him to go. He got up, placed his hands in his pockets, and walked out, his ass cheeks stiff behind him. “This is fantastic! Get this on film now!” Jack said to his camera man. Jack and his buddy Erin were doing a journalistic investigation into the dirty toilet in the high school. Jack and Erin were two, simple looking seniors, Jack being blond and Erin being a brown-haired nobody. Jack was mortified with how dirty the toilets were (even though they really weren’t that bad.) “Do you see this stain mark! Ladies and gentlemen, I tell you this is terrible!” Jack said into the camera. Just then the men’s room door swung open. Nick was a gentle man, skinny with black curly hair. He wore a plain white gym shirt with black shorts and a pair of black flip flops. All was usually well for Nick, except for the fact he was furiously grabbing his cock in an effort to not piss himself as he burst into the men’s room. He had to piss extremely badly. Not only had Nick forgot his usually morning pee, but he drank way too much during gym class and he had to go NOW! He flew past the door and up to a urinal when suddenly he was grabbed around the waist making a quick spurt fly from his cock into his pants. Jack was the one holding back Nick. “Hey! Were filming in here! Get away!” He said as he pulled nick from the urinal. “B-What But!” Nick stammered as he was thrust away from the relief he desperately craved. “No buts! You cannot contaminate our investigative reporting with your piss!” Jake said before shoving Nick from the bathroom. Nick crossed his legs outside the bathroom door, a hand clasped around his cock through his shorts trying desperately to keep his flood at bay. Just then he spotted Chris to his right walking up. “O-Oh Hey Chris” Nick stammered trying to look a little more normal by straightening up. “Hey Bud. Uh…. Something going on in here?” Chris said anxiously. His ass cheeks were pushed tight together as he held in his own load. “I don’t know man! Two jerks are in there filming shit and- And they wont let me piss!” Nick shuddered as he pushed harder into his crotch. “Ah… I see. Well. Let me talk to them.” Chris walked up to the bathroom door and peaked in. “Ey boys, what’s the hold up.” He asked Jack. “Were doing an investigat-“ Jack tried to say before getting cut off. “Yeah cut to the chase how long is this gunna be” Chris said bouncing a little in place. “Well for you pretty boy I think I can manage the end of the day, hows that?” Jake said in the snarkiest tone he could muster. “That fucker” Chris muttered walking away. He couldn’t make a big deal and let the people around him know he had to poop. He just couldn’t. Nick was bouncing furiously next to him, he didn’t want to turn out to be like him. So he decided to go back to class. “I can hold it… Im a big guy cmon now…” He murmured as he big farewell and good luck to his friend, and walked back to class. As he reached the doorway to his classroom, he grimaced as a new feeling fell upon him, a need to pee. Just as Chris was getting back to class someone new was rushing to the men’s room. A guy by the name of Paul, kind of nerdy guy with glasses, blond hair. He was just coming out of volleyball practice with black shorts, a red shirt, and a pair of flip flops and he desperately had to pee. Being he had been playing his sport he was drinking a lot of water and it all had rushed to his bladder. The stupid stalls in the locker rooms were always broken so here he was, rushing to the bathroom inside the school trying not to wet himself. As Paul raced into the bathroom, he heard a voice behind him telling him to stop, but he paid it no mind. However, as he pushed his was to a urinal Jack grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “Not so fast buddy, were doing an investigative piece here! You can’t just piss all over it!” Now, why Jack didn’t just throw Paul out like he did Nick, Jack didn’t even know. Maybe he was just feeling vindictive. He pushed Paul into a stall and sat him down on the toilet. Paul was stunned, his need to pee clouding his judgment. All he wanted was to spray his piss somewhere not in his pants. He sat holding himself as Jake started to talk. “So, Paul is it? If you answer our questions you can pee. Simple right?” Jake said. Paul nodded quickly. Fuck he just wanted to pee. And sitting on a toilet made it worse. As all this was going on inside the bathroom someone else was trying to get in from the outside. Nico, a tall brown haired, football player type guy, was bouncing outside trying to get into the bathroom. He wore a blue hoodie, white shorts and flip flops. “Erin hold that door shut” Jake shouted, and Erin obliged, pushing his weight against the door to keep it from opening. “H-Hey! Let me in dammit!” Nico shouted. “Oh boy we have a competition now! Wonderful!” Jake said sneakily. “Okay new rules. Whoever gets a question right gets to piss in the bowl. Simple!” He shouted so Nico could head. “Fuck you!” Nico responded, a hand on his cock. He had to piss bad. He kept banging and pushing on the door only for Erin to push back harder. Nico kept getting peeks of the beautiful urinals he craved but it all was for nothing as the door kept being shut in his face. “You fuckers!” He cried. All those Gatorades during in school practice were all pushing against the end of his penis. Paul was holding himself too, crossing his legs and bouncing as he tried to hold on while sitting on a toilet! “Alright question one!” Jake says loudly. Just as Jake was starting his little game something else happened outside. Nick had been standing outside the bathroom patiently waiting for this all to end so he could pee in peace. In a rash move he had rushed into the girls room only to be pushed out by a bunch of cheer leaders! “I-I just wanted to pee!!!” He shouted as they pushed him out. Nico saw this and saw the wet spot forming on Nicks pants as he grabbed himself forcefully. Nick burst all over himself as piss jetted into his pants and down his legs. He tried to stop the flow, but it just wouldn’t stop. Seeing all of this Nico felt a spurt shoot into his shorts. He grabbed himself harder and shouted, “ASK THE DAM QUESTION” “Oh this is fun… In what year was the toilet invented!” Jake said laughing. Paul stammered. He never payed attention in history class. Nico trembled outside, another spurt seeping into his shorts as he desperately thought about the question. Of course, thinking about toilets didn’t help either of these guys. “15…95???” Nico blurted out. “CORRECT!” Jake screamed, grabbing Paul by the wrist and pushing him from the bathroom and Erin opened the door for Nico. “Wha! No! Please!!!” Paul cried, his hands grabbing his crotch under his shorts now, his cock erect and hard from holding so long. Nico rushed in only for Jake to push him back out, one hand on his shoulder, the other on his bladder as he was shoved back into the hallway! “Fuck! No! DAMMIT!” Nico yelled as a longer spurt shot from his cock. Paul couldn’t take it anymore. He crossed his legs as piss started to shoot from his penis, drenching his shorts as he bounced in place. Nico saw all of this and couldn’t take it either. First Nick, now Paul? He couldn’t hold it. Pee flooded his shorts as it splashed from his cock. He slumped against the bathroom door as he continued to pee, Paul following suit as they both finished pissing. The three guys all looked at each other and laughed slightly. “Fuck… Alright who’s got a change of clothing.” “I have some in my car. Let’s get out of here…” Nick said. They all rose, still covered in pee, and walked out. Chris pushed himself deeper into his chair. While all the other guys were having their own pissing extravaganza Chris was struggling with his own issues. His ass was straining against a massive load, his cock was straining against a massive flood. Sure, it was his last class, but he didn’t know if he could make it the full hour. His hand was pushing into his crotch as his other hand pulled himself hard into his chair. He couldn’t take it much longer. He raised his hand and asked to use the bathroom. The teacher, again, was very nice and allowed him to go. This time his steps were slower, more pronounced, and his ass was VERY tight right now. Once he left the class his right hand shot to his crotch to hold on. Chris rushed to the bathroom and opened the door, and to his relief Jake and Erin were gone! Chris sighed and rushed to a stall, panting at his desperate need. But just as he was getting his jeans down he felt water spray up onto his ass. “What the” He said as he turned. There was water leaking from the pipes of the toilet. He quickly pulled his pants up. Just then he heard an explosion next to him and wanted poured from the stall next to him. “OH SHIT!” He said and rushed from his stall literal seconds before his exploded. He glanced at the urinals to see them overflowing. All this water. A squirt of pee leaked into his jeans. Chris gasped and grabbed his crotch. Just as he was debating just popping a squat right there, the janitor came in. “Goodness me kiddo! Those damn filmin kids. They been explodin all my toilets!!!” He said exasperated. “Ya gotta go kid, I got a big ole mess to clean.” He said to chris, motioning him out the door. “B-But” Chris stammered as he left. He had no choice. He had to go back to his class. He shuffled back, a hand on his ass and a hand on his cock as he held onto both ends. The end was near for this popular senior. He walked back into class but just when he was about to go to his seat, the teacher asked him to come to a problem on the board. “I- I…” He stammered again. He couldn’t say no. He waddled up to the board and started to look over the problem. His legs were bent inward, his ass flexing against the load inside of him, one hand was on his cock as he tried to scribble on the board. His stomach rumbled, and he moaned, doubling over. His eyes went wide. A loud and massive fart ripped through his pants. It felt wet. A small stain appeared on his skinny jeans. The release from the back relaxed him just enough for a release on the front, and a a spurt of piss pushed from his cock. Chris moaned trying to hold it all in. He bounced in front of everyone trying desperately to keep from humiliating himself. He turned and saw girls laughing, and guys recoding it on their phones. He couldn’t stop it. He felt a turtle head poke from his butthole and start to seep out. He felt the warmth of his crotch as piss starts to steadily jet from him Chris burst completely. Piss started spraying wildly into the front of his jeans as he held himself tight. His ass spread open as massive logs started to push from him into his jeans, straining the fabric under the immense load, and after he was done with his solid logs, the diarrhea started to flow, pouring over and staining the butt of his jeans a dark brown as it swelled in his ass area and down his legs, Chris moaned in relief, his cheeks turning red as he finished. His ass felt soggy, his pants were drenched in a mixture of poop and piss. He turned to his class. The girls were shocked, the boys were laughing and posting their videos on Facebook and snapchat. Even the teacher was gasping as the insanity of it all. Chris could almost cry from embarrassment. He rushed himself from the room, as fast as a guy with a load in his pants could, and raced to his car to try and go home. Over the next week the video spread like wildfire. Everyone in the school knew what had happened to Chris in that classroom. He walked into school every day with his head held low under a hoodie with the hood pulled up as people laughed at him. He was humiliated. All until he was approached by three guys asking to talk. It was Paul, Nick, and Nico. “Listen man we saw what happened to you… And we feel for you… we all have accidents… we all did the same day you did.” Nick said to the saddened Chris. “R-Really?” Chris said looking at the three guys standing before him. “Yeah. Was kinda a shit show. No pun intended. Cmon, lets grab lunch.” The four of them all smiled together, a new group of friends, and walked to the lunch room, Chris making a mental note not to get orange juice with his order.
  16. I'm feeling slightly nostalgic this evening, possibly due to the glorious weekend weather we've had (here in the south of England at least anyway!) and as such I thought it would be an ideal opportunity to share one of my favourite ever desperate holds which resulted in a huge wetting accident. I'm in the mood to maybe have another hold this evening as it's been simply ages since I last had one. That depends how I feel over the next hour or so. Anyway here's the full story behind my wetting that day as well as a link to it if you'd like to see. Hope you all enjoy it! "I had met up with a good friend tonight at a local pub and although I had gone to the bathroom before heading out I decided that I wouldn't go to the toilet for the duration of the evening. Now to begin with this wasn't a problem and we had drunk 3 pints each without myself feeling the need to empty my bladder or use the bathroom. There was a good local band playing in the pub as well which contributed to the atmosphere and we were really enjoying ourselves. As we ordered a 4th pint each my friend told me that he would have to leave soon in order to catch the train home (he lives about a 20 minute train ride from me). This was probably just as well as mid way through my 4th pint I felt a distinct urge to go the toilet and I knew before long that due to the amount of beer I was consuming I was going to be pretty desperate soon enough (my friends don't know about my desperation fetish and I'd prefer to keep it that way!) We finished our pints and he head off back to the station and I told him that I would probably stay until closing to see the rest of the band's performance, hopefully he didn't notice me slightly squirming around in my chair as I said that. I ordered one more pint and enjoyed the band's cover of the classic Undertones track 'Teenage Kicks' all the while feeling a distinct and large growing kick of my own in my bladder which was quickly calling for release. After about 20 minutes I drained my beer saying goodnight to the local staff who know me quite well and hoped they didn't clock on to the fact that I was walking rather quickly as my desperation began to grow ever more urgent! My flat is about a 15 minute walk from the pub and I walked back quickly, occasionally grabbing my crotch as I did so as the pressure on my bladder began to increase and I realised I was at a solid 8.5 on my desperation scale and I should hurry home if I didn't want to have an embarrassing accident in the street on a Friday night. By the time I made it home and into the safety of my apartment I was clearly at a 9 and edging towards 9.5, my God did I have to pee but I decided to go onto my balcony for a cigarette ( a terrible vice of mine is that when I have a few drinks I have to have a few smokes). Going back into the cold air of a Friday night so soon after retreating to the warmth of my flat was a huge mistake and I thought I was going to lose control of my bladder there and then! I somehow managed to hold my pee, grabbing my crotch for dear life with one hand whilst the other soothed my nicotine desire as I puffed away on my cigarette. As I headed back inside and closed the balcony door behind me, I was faced with a stark choice; quickly run to the toilet to relieve my aching bladder or see my hold til the bitter end before wetting my pants. Well I'd had a few drinks inside me so I thought what the hell and decided to film my final frantic desperation. I honestly tried my best to hold my pee and ignore the frantic signals my bladder was giving me but it was no use. Within a short time, my body betrayed me and I began to feel a desperately relieving warmth spurt into my underwear and rapidly run down my legs. Oh God! The relief was incredible and so was the feeling of losing control of my bladder as I relentlessly and completely pissed myself. It just wouldn't stop! The rapidly gushing pee ran all down my legs completely soaking my pants and chinos and for over a minute and a half I emptied the contents of my bladder into my clothes. By the time I was finished, my poor chinos were just dripping with warm piss and I was just kneeling there in a huge soppy pissy puddle of my own making! Now I'm sitting back at my PC typing out the account of my evening knowing I should really go and change into some dry clothes but the feeling of sitting in my own wet soaking mess is incredible and I might just enjoy the feeling a little while longer. I can already begin to feel my bladder filling rapidly due to the amount of liquid I've consumed and I'm sorely tempted to just sit here and let nature take its course. I think by then I may have to take control of the other 'feeling' quickly growing and relieve myself of that particular tension as well. Of course that will result in a different sticky type of wetness altogether!!"
  17. Completely unplanned, but ended up chatting on the live omo feed and that was that. Nearly wet myself before I even got the camera on )) and started leaking as I was running up the stairs, but got it ? 39E341AC-D8A9-40DC-819C-C880DA79683E.mov
  18. Japanese Sales call woman calls to an apartment and is already desperate to pee when she arrives there,as she talks to the occupier her desperation grows more and more as her legs and knees begin to buckle under the strain as she tries to hold it in. Unfortunately for her as well is that the bathroom toilet is out of order and cannot be used as the plumber is in there trying to fix the problem. She ends up wetting herself and having to clean up the pools of piss she as deposited on the floor. Poor woman. Japanese Sales Call Desperation.wmv
  19. Anderson was just your regular office worker.He's been working a lot lately but at the moment,he was just happy that he was able to take a break.It was his birthday afterall and he needed to relax before the big birthday tomorrow.So,he decided to take his day off and watch his favorite football match . Anderson sat himself on the recliner chair,took the remote control in his hand and began rolling through every channel.When he reached his beloved Sports TV,he put the remote down ,sat back and started enjoying the show.It was the match of the year and he couldn't miss it. "It looks like the Mad Cats are winning this round! Looks like Crazy Birds are about to lose! But we'll have to wait for the next round to see." the referee announced. Andy pouted "No,they can't lose now! Come on,Crazy Birds,show them who's the boss!" screamed Andy from the top of his lungs. "Now it's time for some commercial breaks" announced the referee "Make sure to come back for more" Andy decided he spent too much time on his comfortable recliner and needed to get up to stretch his legs.He was also quite thirsty so he went to the kitchen to get something to drink.He was dressed in a pair of leisure grey sweatpants and a light blue casual shirt.As he stepped inside the kitchen,he could hear the referee's voice announcing that the commercial break is over.Andy hurried up to get the beer and chips and quickly jumped in his chair He began slurping beer loudly .It seemed that the Crazy Birds were at an advantage now.18/16 wasn't too bad.As he put the empty beer can down,he could feel a slight need to relieve himself.But he decided to put it off since he didn't want to miss anything of the game.He's been waiting for this match for months.He was nt gonna leave the faith of his beloved team here. It seemed that all the gulps of beer he took flew through his stomach,then to his kidneys,where all the liquid was filtered and turned into pee,then flew all the way to his bladder,filling it almost a quarter. Andy was still thirsty so he decided to grab a soda from the armchair nearby as he comfortably placed his feet on the table where the TV sat. "NO! Why did they lose this round?! Come on team,do your best! We can win this match!" Andy screamed while taking a sip of the soda.What he didn't know was that all the soda passed his mouth,then passed through his stomach and after being filtered in the kidneys,a good amount of it was turned into yellow warm pee and went straight to his bladder.Andy could feel his urge getting worse and he crossed his skinny legs the other way around.He could almost feel those droplets of pee that slipped into his bladder.Just then,he started remembering that horrible time when he ended up peeing his pants at his son's stageplay,in front of all the parents and their children.This was one of his worst experiences he ever encountered in his life.It was so humiliating and even now he could still hear all the mocking and the endless insults everyone around him shout.He peed himself like a little kid,a grown adult,in front of all those people.He hardly recovered after that incident and didn't know what he would do if it happened again. He straightened his back,crossed his legs and bent over,biting his lip a little.He decided to put the soda down but he was so thirsty,he took more sips,all going straight to his bladder,filling it even more.On the scale of desperation,he was at 6 now.It was a slight warm tingly sensation in his bladder.Just a slight discomfort and he knew the commercial break would start soon...right? He was trying to focus on the match but just then - he saw - upstairs - the bathroom with the toilet in full display of him.It was so beautiful,so shiny and begging him to use it.Biting his lower lip,Andy avoided watching at it.He could feel more pee reaching his bladder,upping the desperation scale at 7.Andy shoved a hand in his crotch.He was still trying to pay attention to the game but he couldn't help to eye the shiny toilet in front of him.When were the commercials coming up? "Attention,viewers! We were informed that this game was prolonged so no more commercial breaks till the end of it!" announced the referee.This might have been good news for someone who didn't like commercials,but for Andy,who was close to having an urgent nature call,this was quite a problem.What was he gonna do? There was NO WAY he was gonna lose anything of the game.With his legs crossed,he began shifting slightly in his armchair in a left-right motion with his lips pouted in an 'O' and his eyebrows narrowed to show off his desperate expression.As more pee droplets made their way to his bladder,he could feel his desperation growing to an 8.He still didn't want to get up.His favorite team was almost about to lose. "Beat them up,beat them up! Show them ,show them!" cheered Andy with a tiny team flag in his hand.He took another sip of soda and felt his kidney adding up more liquid to his bladder.The slight tingling sensation turned into a painful pang.He crossed his knees while holding them both with his hands,rocking his hips left and right. He was becoming impatient now and began tapping his foot on the wooden floor,still eyeing the teasing toilet in the right.He could feel how 'she' was luring him in to use it. "And the cats WIN!" announced the referee all of a sudden.Andy brought his attention to the screen,kinda like if he woke up from sleep.He couldn't focus on the match because of his growing desperation,but when he heard that the birds lost,he was super bummed.Though he was kinda happy knowing he can get up and pee now.He got up from his chair,with his legs still crossed wanting to go to the bathroom. Just then,his cellphone ranged.He picked it up from the table to answer.It was his boss! What the heck? It was his birthday.Why would he call him on his birthday?! He was still trying to follow the game as he picked up his phone. "H-hello,boss?" "Andy,I want you now to the office.we have an emergency.You have 10 minutes to come here or you'll be in serious trouble" said his boss angrily. "Great! I can't even be free on my birthday" thought Andy in his mind. Sighing,he took a deep breath and decided to just go with it.The last thing he wanted for his birthday was to get fired.He went to get dressed,but then he remembered his pee desperation and rushed to the bathroom,only for his wife to come with a mop and a bucket of water. She walked inside humming,seemingly careless seeing her husband with his knees crossed,twitching like a little kid.He also had his hands on his crotch,moving his crossed knees like in a dance. "Dear,if you don't mind,I gotta hit the loo!" said Andy mockingly. "I'm cleaning it right now.I won't allow anyone here until it dries" she explained,still smiling careless at her husband's agony. Andy was now beating his legs on the ground in desperation,eyes closed,almost sweating.He looked like a kid desperate to go potty.He could feel more pee reaching his bladder in the last 20 minutes.He started rocking his hips,teeth gritted.His bladder was almost full to the brim now,his level of desperation growing to a 9.Maybe he shouldn't have had all that soda. "Come on! This is serious.I need to get to work in 10 minutes and I'm dying here" said Andy in his signature squeaky voice,with an obvious hint of desperation in his voice. The wife just kept ignoring him,humming as she put the mop in the water bucket,making a splash sound that made poor Andy cringe.He started beating his legs even harder.His bladder was teasing him with a painful tingling sensation.He was full of warm yellow pee whose salty texture was irritating his bladder and requesting to be released now. He decided to just give up and leave,so he walked into his room with twitchy steps,occasionally stopping to place a hand in his crotch.PAIN! He took his office suit from the drawer and began getting dressed.Every move was torture.Putting on the pants was especially torturous as it reminded him a lot of his need.After getting dressed,he walked to the door,ready to leave. With wobbly steps,Andy left his house and began walking down the streets,occasionally squeezing his thighs.He was beginning to get worried.What if he had an accident in front of all these people,in the middle of a busy street nonetheless? He would never see the end of it! He ran to the bus stop waiting for the bus to come.Once get there,he sat himself on the small bench,cross-legged.He was beginning to sweat now and had his teeth gritted,eyes closed from the pain.His bladder was screaming for relief now.And since he left,he could tell more droplets got to his bladder.He really had to go.His bladder was actually poking out of his abdomen.He didn't know what he was gonna do.He wouldn't be able to hide his desperation from those strangers in the bus.Would he make it to the bathroom at the office? He kept shifting in his seat like a toddler on a high sugar dose.Some people sat down on the bench next to him,waiting for the bus as well.Andy had his knees crossed rocking his bottom on the bench like it was the end of the world.The people sat there looked at him weirdly.The older man with glasses glared annoyed while the 12 year-old boy was laughing and pointing only to get a cold look from his mother who took his hand in a 'let's get away from here' way.Andy was clearly embarrassed,blushing a dark red.He was a grown man doing the pee pee dance like a 4 year-old in public! Yet,he couldn't help.He could feel his bladder getting fuller and fuller.His butt was burning from so much shifting.Just then,the bus finally arrived.It was time! He could barely climb into the bus and accidentally fell on the ground,making his bladder shiver,a spurt escaping.Everyone in the bus was laughing at the grown man falling like an idiot.Andy blushed and tried to climb up,shoving a hand in his crotch to get control again.As he got up,the door closed and the bus and started moving again,making his bladder vibrate like no other.Oh,no.What if he ended up peeing himself in the bus? The humiliation would have ended him.The whole bus was packed and he didn't have anywhere to sit.And definitely not enough space to dance around.But just then,he saw a free seat.He sat himself only to get kicked up in the head by an old lady. "Shame on you for not offering your seat to an old woman!" she said forcing Andy to get up and offer her seat.He squeezed his thighs while bending over,with his teeth gritted in a funny expression. "I think that dude is gonna piss himself" snickered a teenage boy to his friend.Andy blushed annoyed,cursing them in his mind.Once they finally reached the destination,Andy jumped out of the bus and made his way to the office building where he worked.Ah,he knew he could use the restroom there and finally feel relieved.The thought almost made him lose control.He shoved a hand in his crotch again trying to regain control,squeezing his wiener tightly in the process.He ran to the building and straight to the washrooms.His coworkers were snickering at his agony.Seeing a 40 years old man doing the pee pee dance was quite a view.Andy tried to ignore them,but couldn't help to blush harder. When he finally reached the men's restrooms,he saw the HORROR! An 'out of order' sign that was mocking him,enjoying his suffering,his bladder agony.What was he gonna do now? He eyed the women's restroom.Nah,better not.The last time he went he got the hell beaten up of him. "I'm sorry,sir.The men's restroom is closed.But there is an handicapped one you could use down the hell" Andy brought his attention to the woman sitting at the desk next to him.She looked in her mid 30's with glasses and TOO much makeup.She looked quite bored as she was filing her nails. Andy ran down the hall to the handicapped toilet only to find a huge line of men waiting to use it.There were like 20 men in there.There's no way he was gonna make it .If he wet himself in front of all these people,he was done for.Now,Andy was dancing in full agony,beating his feet on the floor like an angry toddler.All the men waiting in line started laughing at him.It's not like he couldn't see why,Blushing and sweating like a pig,he joined the line.He started doing a series of crossing and uncrossing his legs. "I'm gonna die'" he thought.His bladder was full to the brim with warm yellow pee that was pushing through his urethra wanting to escape his penis like a water fountain.It was starting to hurt actually.The pee was pushing his bladder to the core,stretching it a lot.Why Why didn't he go pee at home,when his bathroom was available.Sure he would have missed a bit of the match but at least he wouldn't have had to go through all this suffering.He tapped the person in front of him on the shoulder. "What?" said the stern business man bothered "I-i am having an emergency right now.Is it fine if I cut in front of you?" he said with pleading eyes. "No way.Wait in line like everyone else" he said "P-please,this is an emergency" said Andy while doing an exasperated pee pee dance,receiving even more laughs from the other men. The business man just ignored him like if he was the most unimportant piece of crap on the surface of Earth.In desperation,Andy could feel another drop of warm pee escaping,soaking his underwear.He's been in that line for 10 minutes and they were barely moving.What were those men doing in there? Andy decided it's time to do something risky.As the net person came out,Andy walked all the way to the first person in line and rushed to get in.' "What are you doing,asshole? It's my turn? " said the man,despite seeing Andy look like he was about to soak himself. "I can't hold it much longer.PLEASE!" he whined loudly but the man just got in,ignoring. Andy could no longer stand this.He was feeling sick to his stomach by having so much pee in his bladder dying to escape. BOOM! "What was that?" screamed one man in the line. Sweating uncontrollably,Andy went with everyone to see what happened.He crossed his legs while at it.Then,the janitor came out of the bathroom,holding a mop. "Sorry,guys.A pipe just exploded.The bathroom is out of order" he said while placing a 'Closed' sign on the door. Andy was shocked to hear this.He felt like he couldn't see anything straight anymore.Everyone around him made his head hurt and his vision was blurred.He suddenly exploded in the most frantic and energetic potty dance ever seen - he started crossing and uncrossing his skinny legs,bouncing up and down,rocking his hips - all while having his hands shoved both in his crotch.His eyes were closed out of agony.So much pressure on his bladder,so much pee wanting to go out in the world and experience freedom.His mouth was shaped in an 'O',his eyebrows narrowed.At the same time,he was dying of humiliation because he knew everyone in there and they were all laughing at him.It was his birthday and everything was going awful. The janitor put the shoved the mop in the water,squeezing it afterwards.Andy was watching in suffering as the water from the mop was dripping,making his bladder pulse and wince.He felt a tear forming in his eye in that moment.Just then,his phone ranged . "What now?!" said Andy in his tortured mind. He checked.It was his boss.For a moment,he thought not responding but he knew how he was like and he might have gotten in serious trouble if he didn't respond. "H-hello?..." said Andy picking up his cellphone,one hand in his crotch holding his penis.His penis could no longer stand all that pressure wanting to come out. "Andy,meeting in 10 minutes!" a booming deep voice that made Andy take the phone off his ear and lose control. "Fine,I'll be there,boss" replied Andy sighing. This wasn't happening.He had to be in the meeting room in 10 minutes and he was dying for a piss.He felt another spurt escaping and wetting his boxers.Now the wetness was shown easily on his pants crotch and everyone passing could tell he wet himself a little.Andy bit hips lip and held his penis tight trying to regain control again.He didn't know what to do.What if he got out of the building and tried to find a bathroom somewhere in town? He didn't know if he had enough time for that.But he had no choice.Even if he was late to the meeting,he had to find a way to relieve himself soon.Or his pants would never forgive him.His bladder felt like it was about to explode.The tingling feeling turned into a burning almost painful sensation - like if he was about burst like a water balloon. As Andy was walking down the streets looking for a bathroom he could use,he had his legs tightly crossed like a pretzel.Hand to his mouth,sweating like crazy,hand to his crotch bouncing his legs up and down,occasionally stopping to press them together.Every step was a pain,only putting too much pressure on his bladder,stretching it to a T.He began shaking violently,not knowing if he was gonna make it.PAIN! Without thinking much,Andy ran into the first store he saw. "What can I help you with?" said the old man with a mustache behind the counter in the convenience shop. Suddenly,the clerk's expression turned into disgust as he saw the ugly 40 years old man doing the pee pee dance, "Can I use the bathroom,please?" asked Andy in his high-pitched voice that no one could take him serious. The old man frowned. "Bathroom is for paying customers only.You'll have to buy something first"explained the man obviously bothered. "But I don't have any money.Please,this is an emergency!" explained Andy while dancing from foot to foot. "That's the store policy,I'm the owner.I decide! So buy something or go away!" screamed the old man grabbing Andy by the shirt and throwing him in the street like a dog.Apparently,the falldown was so sudden that it made his bladder shake like ramble ball.Now,everyone who passed could see he had an accident.Fortunately,Andy was able to stop the flow before causing more damage.Raising up,he shoved his hand in his crotch again and squeezed his wiener. "Asshole" thought Andy in his mind.He was thinking about going in to beat him up but his bladder started nagging him again.He was like a balloon ready to pop.His bladder reached its bursting point long enough.Every nerve in his body was sending signals for immediate release. Right next to the other side of the street,he could see his terror - a huge water fountain.The water was gushing and just the simple sound & look was making him cry.His vision blurred even more.He felt like passing out.He could feel his vision blurring.It was like all that flowing water was trying to mock him,to make his situation worse,to make him suffer.He tried to run away from all that water but he accidentally tripped on his shoe laces and fell.His bladder shattered from the danger and Andy hurried up trying to find other place to use the bathroom. He found a porta potty,but this one too had an 'out of order' sign on it.Oh,why was fate so cruel? Without many option,he walked into the hair salon next door praying they'll have a bathroom he could use. A bell rang and the lady smacking her gum left him in. "Yeah? Can I help you sir?" she said walking back to the counter reading her magazine disinterested. "Y-yeah...D-do you have a bathroom I could use?" asked Andy visibly embarrassed to be so desperate in front of all those ladies in the salon. "Sir,we do have a bathroom but it's for customers only.You're gonna have to get a haircut if you want to use it" she explained "P-please! I have an office meeting in less than 10 minutes and I'm running out of time" Andy fell to the ground in tears,as all the women getting haircuts,manicures and pedicures were laughing.Andy was red like a tomato.A gentleman such as himself to act like a little kid in front of women younger or his age was beyond humiliating.This is why it was always so hard for him to get a date.But despite the humiliation he didn't get up because he wanted to impress that employee woman to let him use the bathroom. "Sir,if you don't get out,I'm afraid I'll have to call the cops" she said Andy got up ashamed,still blushing and almost sick to his stomach from holding it too long and sighs deeply leaving.It hurt so bad.As he exited the salon,he ran to the dance studio nearby,hoping he'd find relief there. In there,he found a bunch of students and youngsters practicing hip hop moves on a song so loud it made his bladder vibrate like a microphone.He started making yet another desperate pee pee dance and the person at the counter,a flamboyant blonde man in tights was quite impressed by his moves. "Hmmm....Nice moves,sir" hummed the man like if was trying to flirt with Andy. Andy blushed upon realizing that everyone in the studio was staring at him do that embarrassing childish dance. "If you don't mind,I don't suppose you have a bathroom I could use? " said Andy sweating like a pig,being almost polite for the first time in his life. "Oh sure.It's down the hall to the right,but first,would you mind if you give us a little salsa presentation? Your dance moves are quite unique" the man said getting up from the counter. "Uh..." Andy wanted to say no but everyone around him was screaming "We want you to dance" like no other. "I-i mean...F-fine..." Everyone clapped in excitement as Andy got up on stage,gulping in nervousness.He knew how his bladder got whenever he was nervous.If he wet himself in front of everyone here,what would he do? To mantain the pee from escaping,he discretely gave his penis a squeeze. He suddenly heard music as everyone was waiting for his salsa pesentation.The song was 'La Bamba' by Los Lobos & Gipsy Kings. Andy squeezed his legs tightly while twirling on his tiptoes,moving around with his legs twisted like a pretzel.He could feel another drop escaping but hopefully he gained control once again.All the teens were dying of laughter while the gay instructor was gazing at him flirtatiously.Andy blushed with his teeth gritted rocking his hips and bouncing around like it was the end of the world and his bladder was about to bring the final destruction of his reputation.He kept moving his hand and legs till the song stopped.At which,he got up from the stage and ran to the bathrooms like his life depended on it.The instructor was about to congratulate him but he ran before that happened. As Andy ran to the single-stalled unisex bathroom in there,he tried the handle but it wouldn't open.Oh,not again! What did the universe have against him? He screamed. "Is someone in there?" Andy said with shivers in his voice,dictating his desperation perfectly. "It's occupied.I'm sorry.I had something bad for breakfast" said someone in the stall. Andy checked his watch.He only had 3 minutes to get to the meeting or he was done for! He didn't have enough time to wait for the bathroom there.So he ran outside,past everyone in the studio.The instructor wanted to tell him something but he couldn't catch him.Andy got outside and made him way towards the nearest public park.Maybe they had a bathroom he could use. As Andy entered the park with wobbly legs and sweating with a pained expression on his face,the sprinkles activated producing a sight and sound that would be pure torture on anyone with a full bladder.He hurried up trying to find the bathroom.Then,he saw a lemonade stand with a lady pouring the yellow liquid to a bunch of kids.Andy placed his hand on his crotch,squeezed his thighs like his life depended on it - and it did ,well his reputation most likely.A couple was passing through there. "You should have seen how much water was pouring that day" said the man to his wife as they were passing by Andy.Andy's expression became even more pained,like if his bladder was stretched to its maximum capacity.Hearing their words made his pee burst out of him.Just then,near the trees,he found the bathroom.He felt like a walker stranded in the desert with no water and now he found an oasis.Ooops,maybe he should stop thinking about water.As he entered the men's room,he quickly hurried up to one of the urinals.Light was glowing in his eyes,he had to wipe a tear off his face.It was - so beautiful.He walked to it and took his hand off his crotch to unzip his pants,he reached his boxers,shoved his hand inside and whipped out his penis ready for release.Just then,2 teenage boys came inside and rushed to the urinals.They unzipped their pants and started peeing a powerful audible stream that hit the urinal with an incredible force.Andy had a shy bladder.As much as he tried,the pee wouldn't come out.Knowing these strangers were there to hear him pee was too much.Generally,he couldn't pee near anyone even if they were his friends.His bladder just wouldn't let go if it knew someone was in the same room with him as he peed.Literally he was in front of an urinal,something he's been waiting for ages AND HE COULDN'T PEE! How was this possible? He's been waiting for so long to do this and now he just simply couldn't.Another man came in and started peeing too.Now,it was even harder.He tried to squeeze it,to encourage himself to pee but it just didn't happen.His bladder hurt from all that effort and he was tired.Plus,his meeting was in 2 minutes so he needed to hurry up.He quickly zipped back his pants and walked out the door. He immediately regretted his decision.Now he had to go even worse than before.Especially since his bladder was teased with fake relief for far too long and now it really wanted to release its contents.He ran across the park with squeezed thighs.Some people would snicker at the way he walked.He blushed and tried to ignore as he made his way out of there.His panic was so intense,walking with his knees crossed all the way wasn't easy.All the walk through,he sported a very pained panicked expression on his face with his jaw clenched and sweat pouring on his face.When he saw a dog peeing on a tree,his pain grew 10 times.The simple sight and sound of the peeing act made his own need for the peeing act increase.All that boiling piss inside him that was becoming pent up at the moment and if all that liquid could talk it would yell to him 'ANDY,RELEASE ME NOW OR I'M GOING TO RUIN YOUR REPUTATION FOREVER!',all the missed opportunities to relieve himself,all the stress and pain - this was a truly horrible birthday.If only,if only he paused the game for a second and go to the bathroom when he had the chance he wouldn't have been in this situation.It was his fault for all this.And now he was gonna have an accident.His bladder was stretched to maximum capacity and it would explode soon.He knew he'll end up with a bladder infection after this. As he finally reached his office,he walked inside with trembling legs.Knowing there were no bathrooms in that building only made it worse.With his hand deeply shoved in his crotch,he walked up the stairs into the meeting place.Every step was torture and he could feel all that warm liquid sloshing around in his bladder.The pee felt like boiling water on the stove.His muscles were tired from contracting so much to hold all that river of humiliation inside.Andy took a hand from his crotch and opened the door to the meeting room.As he entered with trembling steps,he saw everyone at the table discussing business-related projects. "Anderson,if you're late one more time you can kiss this job goodbye" yelled his boss Andy mumbled grumpily to himself saying 'yes,boss' through his breath and sat down.Apparently,his bladder wasn't used to that sudden movement.Maybe he should stop moving his bladder around so much.Then,it occured to him.What if ended up wetting himself in this place - in front of his boss,in front of his coworkers,the embarrassment would never end.As he sat down,he crossed his legs tightly to not let any drop of pee escape his urethra.He squeezed like everything depended on it. As Andy was trying to hold his bladder contents like his life depended on it.Sitting with his legs tightly crossed and sweating like a pig.Most people knew that he needed to pee and they would snicker between each other,as Andy would blush and tremble,occasionally wiping his forehead. "And now everyone - we'll have to find a way to increase our sales.If we don't get ourselves more customers in 3 weeks,you will all get fired" said the boss angry,slapping his fist on the table. Andy was so intimidated that he released another spurt of urine escape and wet his pants crotch this time around.He was able to stop it in time by crossing his legs the other way around.Nature called so bad - in fact,he had 100+ calls unanswered from Mother Nature and if his bladder could talk,Andy was sure it would say 'Empty me,Andy!'. "Anderson,stop shifting around and listen!" screamed his boss across the table. Andy didn't have any idea where he even was or what was discussed in there.His bladder was so full and he had only one thing in mind - to get home and pee.He doubt he could hold it for that long and there was no way no one could tell he wet his pants a little.There was a generous pee stain right there.He tried to get together all of his determination and canalize his chakra to hold it for as long as possible.He was doing an entire dance number in his seat,full of shivering and trembling with lots of foot tapping. "Anderson,stop beating your feet like that! It's too loud!" yelled his boss.Andy whined and tried to sit still but it was impossible - a bursting bladder didn't want to sit still.It needed movement to keep itself from overflowing.He could tell his collegues and his boss were bothered by his intensive trembling,foot tapping and shifting in his seat.The guys sitting next to him were weirded out and they moved 4 inches away from him taking their seats with them.Someone from the table across him opened a water bottle and began sipping - the sight was pure torture for Andy.He closed his eyes,put his feet on the chair,shoved his hands both in his crotch and started weeping in pure suffering,trembling and sweating,moving from side to side again and again. "Is this dude sick?" whispered some of the workers to each other. "Anderson,we have important business to discuss! If you don't stop fooling around,you can get up and leave!" yelled his boss visibly angered. Andy put his feet down and sighed "Yes,boss" said Andy grumpily. But he regretted his decision immediately once he noticed that another spurt escaped.All that wetness was making him want to release the rest of the contents.It was tempting but there was no way he was gonna do it there in front of everyone.He didn't even hear what the others were saying in the meeting. Just then,one of his collegues raised to present the new product he developed.He walked to the stage.Everyone was listening,except for Andy who was more focused on his body needs. "And now we present to you a new product we developed today - the Anti-Odor Spray.Do your feet smell bad? No probs,The Anti Odor will solve this issue" explained the man,placing the bottle spray on the table. "Hmmmm.....Sounds interesting,but we don't know how it works yet.We'll need to test it on someone first" said his boss deep in thoughts. He looked around the room trying to find his Guinea pig for the experiment,just then he eyed Andy. "Anderson! You've been fooling around the whole meeting.Get up on stage.At least now you'll make yourself useful for something" grumbled his boss. Andy was in shock.He was DYING to relieve himself,full of boiling liquid and now they wanted to call him up on stage?! Could this day get any worse? "Uhhh...Y-you see boss...I can't..." mumbled Andy trying to make an excuse while shivering and sweating,one hand on his crotch trying to hide his wet stain. "GET UP" screamed his boss so loud it made his bladder shudder and everyone in the room had to cover their ears. Andy sighed and got up on stage with wobbly steps. "What a loser" remarked some of his collegues and Andy just frowned at them. "Linda,come here!" ordered the boss as the heavy-makeuped woman with glasses Andy encountered earlier came on stage. "Help our customer" said the boss gesturing to Andy to sit on the chair next to the stage.Andy had the hardest time of his life trying to sit down without agitating his bladder.Linda instructed him to raise up his leg as she took off his shoes,then his socks.Andy kept trembling like mad and couldn't resist the urge to squeeze his thighs" "Sir,sit still,please!" ordered Linda getting quite annoyed with his antics.Andy was beginning to panic.It was impossible to sit still without having an accident. The woman took the spray,took the lid off and began spraying a considerable amount on his bare foot.The cold liquid was making his bladder scream.Then,as the liquid prelinged on his skin,he could a few spurts coming out and it took him a sold 10 seconds to stop it.He was sure a good portion of his pants were soaked now.Out of panic.he knew he had no option but to let everyone know how badly he needs to pee. "May I please be let go! I need to use the restroom really really bad.I didn't get to go all day.It's an emergency!" Andy screamed hoping someone would have simpathy for him.But then he realized what he did and blushed like a red tomato.He should have never announced his desperation like that.Everyone in the meeting room broke into endless laugh as they watched the poor man dancing around like a toddler about to have an accident.Hid boss was getting annoyed and sighed. "Oh,fine! But if you're not back in 3 minutes,you're officially out of this work place" explained his boss strictly.Andy felt glow in his eyes.He was finally free to pee.In a swift movement,he left the chair and rushed to the bathroom as fast as he could.But to his horror,the 'out of order' sign was still there.Andy was in the hall room,barefoot,dancing for his pants' sake.But just then - his bladder could no longer stand all this.The pee that came out earlier and soaked his pants was too much for him. His bladder simply exploded,pee rushing down his pants,soaking them completely.The wetting was deliberate with his pants turning into a darker shade of brown.Andy tried to stop the flow all panicked but it just wasn't possible.All that pent up warm pee was prelinging down his pant leg and flowing down his sleeve,wetting his foot.The poor guy was beyond humiliated.He was bitter red trying to hide it but he couldn't fool anyone.Some workers that were passing by stopped to laugh at him and at his misfortune.Andy clenched his jaw and placed both hands to cover his face.He couldn't believe he had an accident once again.This time,in front of his work collegues.At least when he wet himself at the theatre,no one there knew who he was.This time,everyone knew him! Seeing there was no way to stop the pee from pouring out of him,he just let himself go,as pee was pouring down his pants constantly producing a loud hissing sound that caught everyone's attention.They all turned around and began laughing in hysterics while pointing and calling him names. "What's going on here?" asked some people who were walking down the hall,attracted by the crowd. "Andy pissed his pants like a little baby' said a guy in the crowd pointing at him and laughing. The others joined too in mocking the poor man too.Although the relief felt amazing especially after holding it in for what seemed like ages,the embarrassment was even greater.Everyone was laughing at him endlessly as he collapsed on the ground in his own puddle of pee once he was done,covering his face. "Hey,Anderson.Maybe you should wear a diaper next time" said one man meanly "My son is 5 years old and not even he pees his pants anymore!" joked someone else "Looks like you're gonna have to clean that up" said another guy,almost falling down for so much laughing. Andy just sat there,in his own pee,tears falling on his eyes,weeping softly as his vision and conscience were blurred from so much humiliation. What was worse - some of his collegues grabbed their phones and started taking pictures. "Yep,this is definitely going on YouTube" said one man as he looked as the camera he used to film Andy's accident. Meanwhile,Andy's boss was angrily marching down the hall and as he reached crowd,he tore apart two people in there to see Andy crying sitting in a puddle or urine,pants wet,barefoot. "Anderson,you're a shame to our company! A grown man having an accident?! Who's heard of that? YOU'RE FIRED!" he screamed from the top of his lungs,making the others shriek and run away. Andy looked puzzled.The humiliation was so intense he could no longer react. Suddenly,Andy felt grabbed from his shirt and thrown out of the building by his boss with a kick in the bottom.The next second,Andy found himself sitting on the cold pavement in the street.The pain from the kick was nothing compared to the humiliation.He felt like yelling,crying,going insane,but he no longer had the energy for that.The shock he suffered caused his brain to no longer being able to react any thing.Raising up,he makes his way home by foot,all with his head down in shame,wiping a tear off his face.Just then,a bright light blinds him in the middle of the night.It's a bus.Looks like he's not going home by foot after all.He waves to the bus to pull over.The driver stops,but just when Andy was about to go in everyone in the bus saw his wet pants and started laughing whispering to each other.The driver is grossed out. "Sorry,sir but we only allow potty trained individuals here" he said speeding down so fast,Andy fell on his butt.With his head down,he got up,making his way home.He suddenly felt a gurgling sound in his bowels.Oh,no! He needed to go number 2 now.He didn't know if he was gonna make it home.He walked all the way with his hands on his buttcheeks trying to prevent another accident from happening. After a long 20 minutes of the walk of shame,Andy finally arrived home.The last thing he wanted right now was having to face his wife and tell her he was unemployed.He put the key in the locker of the house's door,then he stepped into the kitchen.When he turned on the light,he was greeted by... "SURPRISE" screamed everyone in the room.All of his friends and family planned a party for Andy's birthday and they didn't tell him a thing.Confetti and balloons decorated the room,as the sound of whistling filled the air.Everyone was wearing colorful party hats. Shocked,Andy felt his guts exploding and filling his pants with creamy warm poop.Everyone stopped cheering as they notice Andy's wet pants and the poop coming out of him. Andy blushed more than ever,looking down at his pants and collapsing once again,tears falling on his eyes.After a long moment of silence,everyone burst in hysterical laughter,pointing at him and calling him names. Andy covered his face and ran to his room,yelling and crying like a baby.Everyone pinched their noses due to the smell of poop when Andy passed by.After the birthday boy left,everything was covered in silence again.But after 10 seconds everyone burst in uncontrollable laughing once again. Meanwhile,Andy couldn't believe what happened.He sat in the bathroom ruminating,warm tears falling on his cheeks.He humiliated himself in front of his friends and collegues,he lost his job - could it be worse than that.And only if he accepted to move up from his chair and go to the bathroom when he had the chance,none of this would have happened.After taking a hot bath and placed his pants and underwear in the washing machine,he put on his pajamas and went to sleep.Throughout the night,he kept twitching around and not being able to stop thinking about the humiliation he endured earlier.He would whip often,tears falling from his eyes and having nightmares the whole night. The next day,Andy woke up realizing in what situation he was.He would have usually gotten ready for work by now,but since he was unemployed... He picked up the remote control and turned on the TV. "And now for some breaking news - a video of a grown man wetting his pants is going viral all over the internet.The clip currently reached 400000 million views" said the reporter featuring a picture of Andy with wet pants in the background.Andy thought he was dreaming.Not wanting to hear anything about this,he closed the TV and made his to the bathroom since he really needed to pee.An entire country was laughing at him,everyone hated him and he lost his job.Could things be worse.Andy started crying once again as he reached the bathroom door.Then,he saw a note. "Andy,I'm leaving you.You're embarrassing and I can't be with a man who doesn't have a job.Me and Louie went away.Goodbye" It was a note from his wife.Yes,it seemed things could be worse.Andy wiped his tears off his cheeks and entered the bathroom.The toilet was gone.He looke back at the note that said "PS: I took the toilet too" Then,Andy fell to his knees screaming 'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO' Darth-Vader style.
  20. In one of the episodes from Hotel Transylvania The Series (it was called 'Casket if you Can'),there is a scene where Mavis gets really desperate to pee due to drinking too much blood juice,but she can't go because she needs to guard Aunt Lydia's coffin.The scene is pretty short but it includes lots of frantic pee pee-dancing.It's rare to have female pee desperation in cartoons so this scene really stands out for me. I was thinking of writing a descriptive longer story with Mavis being bursting to go pee,but having lots of work to do and not being allowed to take a bathroom break by her strict demanding aunt.She's not allowed to seek a break yet. What do you guys think? What should I add to that idea? That scene inspired me a lot.
  21. View File Desperation at the toilet door A woman is waiting at the toilet door. Toilet is occupied. Another one comes. They talk, the first one is very emotional while talking and seems very desperate. However when the toilet is free, the second woman passes by and occupies the toilet. This is a funny and probably old video, but IMO worth watching as something completely different from what we typically find. I wish I could understand what they talk about. Possibly someone could translate to English? Submitter wether Submitted 06/15/2018 Category Desperation Clothing Jeans
  22. View File Caught desperatly peeing at the doctor's office A young woman is waiting at the doctor's office. She becomes more and more desperate for a pee, but finds no place where she could relieve herself. So she starts peeing in the trash can. The relieve is good, but she is caught peeing by the doctor. Nudity warning - she's seen from the behind while peeing. I hope it's not against the rules. Submitter wether Submitted 06/15/2018 Category Desperation Clothing Skirt
  23. Kind of a sequel to this. AJ asked Rainbow Dash to help her hold it like she does, this is the results. --- Applejack rocked on her bed, her knees pulled up to her chest. Her bedroom was hot- stuffy, which did little to help soothe her sore bladder. Perhaps, if the she-devil guarding the door would let her out for a moment, it'd make things easier. "H- How much longer?" "About... 15 minutes, give or take." Rainbow Dash didn't bother to check the clock. With three mugs of apple cider, several bottles of water, and 3 hours of holding to boot, she doubted her friend would even make it five minutes, let alone 15. "I ain't g- gah-" She squeezed her hind hooves together, a leak almost escaping. "Gonna m-make it that long." "You can. Besides, you were the one who asked me to help." "I wasn't expectin' it to be this hard." AJ rubbed her bulge gently. Dash grinned. "Hey, you asked me to help you out here, and I never do anything second-rate when it's for my friends." "Mmhm..." The orange woman rolled her eyes. "'Cept when it's got somethin' to do with hard labor." "There's a reason I stick to the skies instead of the corn fields." A few moments of silence passed. "Celestia, I gotta go." She slid off the bed, pacing in front of the bed. "How long did you say you usually last?" "Four hours, give or take. Maybe five if I put my mind to it?" AJ stood in place for a moment. Her hooves bounced, with the occasional tremble. "Oh, screw it." She turned towards the door, only for Dash to step in front of her. "Not yet." She said. The orange pony snickered. "Good joke, now lemme through." She placed a hoof on RD shoulder, trying to push her to the side. Her friend steadfastly held her position, even against her strongest pushes and nudges. The smile slowly disappeared. "C'mon Dash, it was funny for a second, now let me through." "You said three hours and thirty minutes, AJ. You still have 12 minutes left." "Dash, I gotta go!" She paced in place, her groin tensing up as she tried to hold back any leaks. "You'll manage." "But..." Applejack paused, giving her a nasty look before turning away. Dash may have snuck a look or two at her trembling hind legs as she passed. "I drank everythin' you handed me..." She hissed through her teeth. "All those bottles of water... The cider..." "The three cans of soda, too." "Ain't that enough for this? It's been hours, why don't you just let me through?" "You specifically told me not to-" "I know, but I'm tellin' ya now to let me through!" She stood up again, stomping her right forehoof. A splash of liquid collided with the wooden floor, pulling a gasp out of the farmer. She sat back down, pressing both forehoof into her crotch. "You're starting to leak already?" RD questioned, holding back a grin. "You still have 10 minutes left. At this rate, you'll be soaked by the time I let you out." AJ took a deep breath, remaining hunched over for a minute or two, before leaning back up and staring at her captor through errant strands of her blonde hair. "You're enjoying this, ain't'cha?" She stood back up, scooting back up on to the bed. "Watchin' me 'bout to wet myself. Squirmin' around, tryin' not to pee." "Maybe a liiiiiiiiitle bit." She smiled. "Darned pervert... I oughta..." Another leak ran down her leg, interrupting her train of thought. "Dammit!" She cursed, almost hopping off the bed. A stain had been left on the sheets, about the size of a quarter. "Ya see?! I can't wait!" "You still have about... Six minutes." "I can't wait that long!" She quickly walked up to her. "Dash, you gotta let me through!" "It'll be worse if I do." "I don't care! I need to go!" RD shrugged, pushing the door open and stepping out. AJ rushed out as fast as her hooves would carry her, waddling through the empty hall of her house and towards the bathroom. A rainbow-colored blur dashed past her, shoving the door open and closing it. AJ groaned. "Dash!" "I told you it'd be worse." Applejack groaned, leaning up against the door. Her face had flushed into a dark shade of orange, her vision blurry and her eyes water, and her bladder ached, bulging out an inch or two. She almost gave up right there, but her pride wouldn't allow her to. "Dash, please..." She plead, another leak getting out. Most of her strength had gone into running to the bathroom. Her tank was running on fumes. "Four minutes." AJ could only moan as she tried to keep it in, leaning against the door. Her hind hooves were crushed together, both forehooves pressed into her crotch. "How're you holding up?" "Fuck off." She cursed beneath her breath. RD giggled from behind the door. "Okay, okay, I'll open up." AJ gasped, jumping up. A hissing noise bounced off the walls of her empty home, pee splattering against the hardwood floor. The door cracked open before AJ burst through, finding her treacherous friend sitting atop the closed toilet lid. "Two more minutes, that's all." "Please..." AJ groaned. "I- I really can't-" Another squirt came out, managing to last a second or two before she plugged it. Her face strained, sweat-covered strands on her blonde hair clinging to her forehead, leaning down to press her hooves into her crotch. "You look so hot right now..." Dash whispered, a light blush over her face and nose. Unfortunately, but AJ was too focused on keeping herself contained to her or acknowledge her. "60 seconds, cowgirl." AJ whimpered, her feet tapping against the floor. Her whole body shivered and trembled. She looked up at RD, still sitting up there, taking in every detail she could. "50, 49, 48..." Dash slowly stood up, pushing the toilet seat up. Her heart raced as she watched her friend's display of willpower. It excited her as much as if she were holding. Remember to breathe, Dash... "40, 39, 38..." Applejack gasped, a jet of pee shooting out and clattering against the wooden floor, opening up the floodgates. Her hooves moved to plug the leak, but it was much too late- it was too much to hold and felt too good to stop. Rainbow Dash quickly pushed AJ onto the toilet. AJ gasped as her pee crashed against the porcelain, her eyes glassy. The relief she felt was... unimaginable. She didn't know it was possible to feel so good. She took a few breaths as her stream slowly died off. Applejack blinked a few times before looking around. RD stood in front of her, her mouth opened slightly, staring at her. "You... Really had to go..." "I told you." She sighed, blushing again, embarrassed slightly. "You're cleanin' this up. I need a shower." AJ stood up. A cold one... RD shook her head, waking herself from the trance. "Alright... Yeah, sorry." She nodded. "Did you enjoy it, at least?" AJ's face became as red as an apple. "M... Maybe a little bit..." She admitted, though they both knew she enjoyed this more than just, "a little bit." "Yes!" Rainbow Dash pumped a fist in the air. "I knew this was your thing!" "K-Kinda..." Her blush spread to the rest of her face. "Now, of course, the goal is to pee inside the toilet..." She glanced towards the floor. A large puddle had formed in front of the toilet. "We'll still have to work on that." "Oh, shut your trap and get the mop!" Applejack barked. Dash chuckled as she headed towards the door. We'll have to do this again. Who knows, once she's better at holding it, maybe she could hold it longer than me. The rainbow haired mare pondered. We'll definitely have to test that theory out.
  24. View File Naked Pee Desperation Standing in the Tub.mp4 A naked woman stands in the bathtub and is desperate to pee. She presses her legs together, tries to hold, bounces up and down, and moans loud. She starts leaking and tries to stop it by tightening the muscles, we see her butt shaking, but the pee runs between the legs. Although she's totally naked, she's seen only from back, thus no private parts are visible. Nevertheless, if you don't wan't to see a naked woman, don't watch this video. Submitter wether Submitted 06/10/2018 Category Desperation Clothing Unspecified
  25. View File TessaRay - Waiting Pee Desperation and Orgasm A your, attractive blonde woman comes in. She walks to the bathroom, but it's occupied (at least it seems so). She is very, very desperate to pee, has a full bladder. She looks for another room she could pee, but none is found. She holds her pee hole under her black panties, but nevertheless she starts leaking. She then removes the panties, presses her peehole and squats, but the pressure is too big and she just pees a strong stream on the floor. Afterwards, she fingers herself to an orgasm. At the end she becomes aware of what she has done and escapes. NUDITY WARNING! Sometimes het pussy is visible. If you don't want to wath the fingering and orgasm, stop watching at about 8:30-8:35. I hope it's not against the rules. Submitter wether Submitted 06/10/2018 Category Desperation Clothing Skirt
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