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  1. 3,426 downloads

    This section or scene is taken out from a longer 'Hentai' video named: G-spot express Episode 1 The video is based around rape on trains. And obviously, there's nudity.
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  2. I don't know if she's sleeping or just enjoying the relief. Thanks to ioneph for the art

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  3. NOTE: All characters are aged up to a respective 18+ age range PLOT: Marcy is going to a concert downtown, but she forgot to pee before she left, and this train, has no bathrooms in sight. As Anne and Sasha grow more and more worried for Marcy. WARNINGS: There’s a brief mention of genitals, also keep this in mind: this isn’t really a warning, but this is an AU where Marcy is Autistic. So just keep that in mind. ”Is that our train? Is it ours?! Is it?!” Marcy asked again and again, bouncing from excitement as she pointed at the train which had stopped by, as Sasha shook her head. “Mar Mar, that’s number 15, remember, ours is 32!” She said, before quickly teasing her about it in a playful way. “Well I can’t wait any longer! Let’s go on that one!” Marcy said excitedly, before tossing her large cup of soda, which was now empty into the trash, before dashing to the train, suddenly being grabbed by Anne. “Patience you little nugget!” Anne said sweetly, Marcy loved it when Anne called her nugget. Sasha quickly stood up from a bench she was sitting on. “I’m gonna head to the bathrooms, there isn’t one on the train, does anyone wanna go with me?” Sasha asked, as Anne nodded. “It’s best to go just incase!” Anne said, before looking at Marcy. “Are you coming?” Sasha asked, as Marcy shook her head. “Nuh uh! I dont Need to!” She said, before sitting on the bench after many minutes of running and jumping. “Are you sure? You drank like what, 3 big soda cups earlier?” Anne added, as Marcy nodded. “Mhm! All sure!” Marcy said, not really listening to the both of them, as she just dangled her feet and glared at the train tracks. “Alright, but let us know if you need to! Cause it’s gonna be 2 hours with no bathroom in sight!” Sasha said, as they both went into the bathroom, as Marcy just blabbered. “Pee pee blah blah blah! What do they know? I’m as fine as a mouse! Whatever that means.” She said to herself. about 15 minutes later, the train had come to the station. “Is that us?! Is that us?! Is I-“ Marcy asked, before Sasha covered her mouth. “Yes. That’s us.” She said, before Marcy dashed into the train, sitting down on the seat, as Anne and Sasha followed along and sat next to her. Marcy looked out the window, just thinking about the concert as she flapped her hands and squealed. Anne smiled as Marcy stimmed, as Sasha giggled, Marcy could be so adorable sometimes. “Why aren’t we moving yet?” Marcy asked. “Well, we gotta wait 5 minutes so everyone else can get in, get ready and do some last minute things. Talking about last minute, do you need the ba-“ Sasha said, before getting cut off. “Noooooo I dooooont! I’m not a baby! I know when I need to tinkle on my own!” Marcy said, before Sasha just rolled her eyes playfully. The train set off 5 minutes later, as Marcy squealed. “I can’t wait! This is gonna be amazing!” She said excitedly. “Oh my goodness yeah! I’ve seen tons and tons of reviews about it, I’m so excited!” Anne said, before the 3 of them squealed at the same time. about 35 minutes later, Marcy felt a tingle. She needed to pee. “Oh gosh, why didn’t I go earlier?! Oh stupid Marcy! I guess it will be okay?” Marcy thought to herself, as she looked around in the seats, Anne was reading, and Sasha was drawing, listening to music meanwhile. Marcy stood up, and walked up towards a worker who was on the train. “Hey uhhh, are you sure you don’t have a bathroom nearby?” Marcy asked, legs shaking. “I apologise ma’am, but there are indeed no bathrooms until our next stop, which is half a 2 hours away.” She said, as Marcy quickly sat back down, rocking back and forth. Anne looked up from her book, before putting a finger on one of the words to keep track on where she had last read, she looked at Marcy, who rocked back and forth, looking uncomfy. “Heya Marcy? Are you alright?” Anne asked her, before Marcy turned her head, facing Anne. “I uhhh… I’m not sure.” She mumbled, not wanting to tell the truth in fear that Anne would get upset hearing that she did in fact not listen to what Anne said earlier. “Then why are you rocking back and forth like one of those old timey clocks?” Anne giggled. “I uh, I dunno?” Marcy said, focusing on holding it all in. Anne shrugged, as she continued reading her book. Marcys bladder was filling and filling more by the minutes, she curled up her hair with her finger to try and distract herself. Sasha stood up from her seat to get her purse nearby, as she went to get it, she noticed Marcy curling her hair with her finger, she always did that when she felt in discomfort. Sasha quickly grabbed her purse, sitting infront of Marcys view. “Marcy, is everything okay?” Sasha asked, confused by what might be up with her. She was just squealing and blabbering earlier, and then all of a sudden she went silent. Marcy looked up, she didn’t know what to say, she shook her head no, as Sasha tilted her head, giving a signal to Anne. Anne looked up, and noticed this Aswell. “Would you mind telling us what’s up?” Anne asked. Marcy looked up again, tilting her head. “I uhh… iiii….. uhhh…” Marcy was crossing her legs, bouncing one of them. All of a sudden, the train started getting bumpy. This shook Marcy to the core as she quickly crossed her legs tighter, grabbing her skirt. “I don’t… I uhh.. mmmm….” Marcy couldn’t say it. Sasha had a stern but confused look on her face, as Anne started building up inside her head what was going on with Marcy. “Well, we won’t force you to tell us, but you have to at some point.” Sasha added. Marcy nodded. “I’m just, I’m uhh.. I’m cold?” Marcy said, trying to find a good excuse. She didn’t wanna lie, but also didn’t wanna tell the truth. Anne giggled. “Cold? You usually don’t act like that when you’re cold, but I’ll fetch you my hoodie!” Anne said, as she grabbed her hoodie, covering Marcy with it. As soon as the hoodie fell over her, she grabbed her crotch so nobody would notice. “I uh, thank you..” Marcy mumbled. There was now 20 minutes left until they would arrive. Marcy was now shaking under the hoodie, her face was red and sweaty, she rocked back and forth, whining and biting her lips. Now the two of them were concerned, and worried. “Marcy, what’s up? Please tell us, we won’t be mad.” Sasha said sweetly. Anne nodded in agreement. Meanwhile Marcy was whining. Her bladder felt like pin pricks, she felt like she was about to pop like a balloon, more so a water balloon. Her vagina started hurting aswell. Tears welled up in her eyes, as Marcy mumbled. “I gotta go… pee.. now.” Now it all made sense, from the rocking, the hair curling, the whining and the blushing. Anne looked up at the train sign, to see there were 20 minutes left. “Oh Marcy, why didn’t you tell us earlier? And why didn’t you go when you could?” Sasha asked. “I didn’t need to go then, I just wanted to get on the train! I didn’t wanna miss out, but now I’m about to.. pop. I didn’t wanna tell you, I didn’t want to make you guys upset.” Marcy answered, tears welling up, as she grabbed her crotch. It was hard to see Marcy in pain, because when she was in pain, it showed. And this was as visible as visible can get. “Marcy, we wouldn’t be upset or mad, we would try and find a solution. Like now! Maybe we can ask one of the workers to stop here?” Anne asked. “But uh, wouldn’t we miss out on the concert?” Marcy asked, shaking her legs and grabbing her crotch tighter. “Oh you silly goose, we would just walk there! Besides, the concert doesn’t start in another hour!” Sasha added. Anne stood up,helping Marcy up, as soon as Marcy stood up, she almost leaked, she grabbed her crotch even tighter. “Let’s get off now!” She said, shivering. Sasha went to one of the workers, asking if the 3 of them could stop here. The worker nodded, alerting the conductor. The train stopped as the 3 of them dashed out, as the train took off once again. Marcy potty danced, looking for a bathroom sign. “There!” Anne called out, as Marcy dashed towards the door, and knocked on it loudly. “Hurry hurry hurry hurry!” She potty danced, Sasha looked at the door and rolled her eyes. “Mar Mar, the door is open! Look, the door has a green sign.” She pointed, as she opened the door for her. Marcy dashed in and shut the door, she threw off her underwear, lifting up her skirt as fast as she could as she sat down, as a gush of urine flowed into the toilet. Marcy closed her eyes in delight. “Ahhhhhhhhhh….” She groaned in relief. “Phew! That was close!” Anne said to Sasha, as she could hear the stream from outside the door, Sasha laughed loudly. “You can say that again! could have gone badly, both for her, and the train seat.” She added, as the two of them giggled. about 2 minutes later, Marcys stream died down, as she let out a big sigh of relief. Before wiping and getting her underwear back on. She flushed and washed her hands, as she came out of the door, looking much happier. “Y’know, next time I’m not ordering that much soda again, let alone not going pee before going somewhere.” Marcy panted, as the 3 of them laughed. As they exited the train station, and walked all the way to the concert. the end! Sorry for not writing in a while :3
  4. This is the story of Kelly. And the day she was more desperate to pee than she ever imagined anyone could ever be. The day that redefined the phrase ‘bursting to pee’. The day her bladder stretched full to it’s absolute limit and kept filling. It started like any other day. She woke up, had her morning pee (little did she know this would be the last time she felt any relief in a very long time) She had 2 coffees while getting ready and left the house for work. She took a bus to the train station and a 45 minute train ride to get to work. As the bus was leaving her stop, she felt a small need to urinate, which she ignored. She kept sipping on her to-go coffee and from a water bottle occasionally. She would later regret this. By the time the bus got to the train station, Kelly had planned to pee. She was a bit uncomfortable. As she walked by the food store on the way to the bathroom she realized she hadn’t bought a lunch. She bought a sandwich and a large Coca-Cola, and then headed to the bathroom. As she was walking towards the bathroom her train rolled into the station. Not wanting to miss the train, she got ready for a bit of an uncomfortable ride and stepped on. She would also regret this later on. 10 minutes into the ride and Kelly had to PEE. Her bladder had reached its capacity at this point, and she had no idea how bad it was about to become. ‘Another half an hour’ she told herself. Then she could pee. She was shifting around in her seat, crossing her legs, uncrossing them, sitting up straight, slouching back. Bouncing her legs, rocking her hips back and forth. She had to pee BAD. Another 10 minutes and Kelly thought she’d burst right there. Her bladder was throbbing nonstop and she was quivering with the effort of trying to squeeze her peehole shut. This was definitely more desperate than she’d ever been. Suddenly, Kelly felt a strange sensation around her pants zipper. She looked down and realized that her bladder was so full it was swelling out and it was trying to burst open her zipper. She looked around, not sure what to do. She wanted to undo her pants, but didn’t want to be inappropriate in public. Then, a thud. A thud that sent her bladder into a full spasm. She had to use her hands to cup her crotch and push tight, her bladder throbbing violently and piss was still filling inside it. She knew at that moment she NEEDED to undo her pants. She gingerly used one hand to pull her pants away from her swollen bladder and with the other hand she quickly unsnapped the button and pulled down the zipper. She leaned back in her seat, arching her back and thrust her bladder out. She’d never seen a bladder so huge and swollen. There was a mound of piss inside her, sitting right over her pubic bone, her lower belly bursting out over her pants. Then, an announcement, confirming what the thud was. The train had a malfunction. It would be about a 40 minute wait before it was up and running again. Just hearing this news caused Kellys bladder to contract and spasm. She was sitting so awkwardly. Upper back pressed against the seat, her lower back arched with her bladder sticking straight out, while trying to grind her peehole into the chair. She didn’t care how silly she looked at this point, she just needed to urinate. She was rocking her hips side to side, thrusting herself forwards and backwards. Her bladder was absolutely pounding for relief. Wave after wave of desperation swept across her body. She counted down the minutes. 40 minutes to fix the train and another 25 minutes till they stopped. Why wasn’t there a bathroom anywhere on board? This was an absolute emergency. She needed to pee and she needed to pee NOW. She couldn’t keep up with shifting positions anymore, every bit of movement caused her bladder to violently throb. She tried sitting as still as possible, her bladder couldn’t take any movement or shaking anymore. She was truly beyond desperate to pee. She felt like she was about to explode. At this point she wished she would. But she continued to sit as still as possible, her bladder throbbing nonstop. They were working on the train now, about 10 minutes to go. She just needed to hold it about another half an hour. To make matters worse, there was a teenager across from her making a big deal about ‘having to pee.’ All she could think to herself is… ‘this kid doesn’t actually have to pee, he can still move. If he thinks he has to pee bad what would he dare rate how badly I have to go’ Then she had a thought. What if she peed. Just a bit, through her pants. No, she can’t. But pee. She thought about asking the train workers if she slip out for a minute. But she had to go so badly she was afraid to stand up to go ask. So she sat, in silence, throbbing bladder until the train suddenly jerked back to life. Of course, this caused another bladder spasm and this time her pee made its way down to her peehole. She had to thrust her hand into her crotch to prevent it was gushing out. Ok we are almost there she thought. Just then an man sat down next to her. He told her she looked worried and asked if she was late for work, trying to make small talk. Without thinking she blurted out ‘my bladder is about to explode!’ And then went silent, embarrassed. The man looked at her with sympathetic eyes, shrugged and got up, leaving Kelly and her throbbing bladder alone again. As waves and waves of intense desperation washed over Kelly, she begin to see familiar places. She was too far off now - maybe 5 minutes. One single of drop of pee was hovering outside her peehole. Her hands were stuffed into her crotch, her pants still undone. She trying gently rocking her body in time with the throbbing in her bladder. Everything hurt, she needed to pee worse than she thought humanely possible. As the train rolled into the station, Kelly bladder continued to throb violently, only now, which each throb, a squirt of pee escaped. She was so close to a bathroom yet her bladder was truly about to give in. Finally, finally. The train stopped. Kelly braced herself and stood up. Her bladder was so full and she needed to piss so badly that she could not stand up straight. She walked, hunched over, one hand in her crotch and the other hand holding onto the wall to support her bursting need to urinate. She had to stop to cross her legs every few steps. Her steps were small and quick. She saw the bathroom door. Suddenly, the most intense need to piss washed right over her into body. She was shaking and had to stop and stand still for a moment, legs tightly crossed. She was going to piss herself. Fuck, she needed to pee. She looked longingly at the bathroom when the man from the train appeared out of no where. ‘You weren’t kidding, let’s get you to the bathroom’ he said. Kelly didn’t say a word, pee was coursing through her body, her bladder was somehow still filling and her peehole was pulsating, gushes of piss bursting out with every throb of her bladder. She just nodded and the man let her support herself on him and he guided her to the bathroom, patiently waiting while she stopped several times to hold herself and cross her legs. As she got to the entrance to the bathroom, Kelly knew she had to get inside just then. She picked up the pace, shuffling quickly, her bladder was bouncing around and it hurt so bad but she knew she need to pee right then. There was no holding it any longer. She burst into the bathroom and ran up to the toilet, pulling her pants and underwear down as she ran into the cubicle. Pee started gushing out of her the moment her felt the cooler air on her peehole. She stood there for a about 40 seconds, pee spraying out of her like a firehouse, before she realized what was happening. As pee was still jetting out of her, she turned around and sat down. She sat on the toilet and waves of pee gushed and gushed out of her. Twice it slowed down to a trickle and she thought she was done only for her to start violently urinating again. Over two minutes later, Kelly finally breathed a sign of relief. The floor was flooded in pee, her pants had a huge wet spot, and Kelly had a new understanding of what it truly meant to be bursting to pee.
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  7. She's struggling to hold it. Thanks to Rune Dualhart for the art

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  8. It's been minutes or probably hours now and the train still hasn't moved. Thanks to Watakarashi for the artwork

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  9. This girl has the worst luck. She's desperate for a pee and her train is stuck. Thanks to Watakarashi for the artwork

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  10. Amy had been run ragged trying to organise this charity event for work. It felt like it was all that she had been thinking about for the past 3 months, and here we were, the big night was upon us! She had work as normal all day, then when she finished at 4, a mad dash across London to a hotel, where she was playing host to the big event! She hated being the centre of attention, but she knew that there was a potential promotion in the offing here, and she was out to impress. She finished work at 4, and nipped into the Ladies room, more just to see how she looked than anything else. She spent 5 minutes touching up her make up and checked herself out in the mirror. She was wearing a short black skirt, but not too short, with black sheer tights, a white shirt and black jacket. She looked thoroughly professional. She was only 21, and the thought of her as a businesswoman made her laugh, but that was very much her goal, and as she stood back, she knew she had nailed the look! She took the opportunity to quicky use the toilet and then headed off to the tube. It was a hot day in London, and that meant tourists...everywhere. It was Friday afternoon, and it was packed. She dashed to the tube station, on a tight schedule, and found the station absolutely bustling. She missed the train she was aiming for and had to wait 6 minutes for the next one. She glanced at her watch, nervously. 16:15. She was meant to be at the hotel for half past 4. It was going to be a close run thing and she knew it. She was just grateful that her partner, Rob, had agreed to meet her there to set up. Guests were due to start arriving from 5, and it was going to be tight. She opened her bag and finished her bottle of water. It was hot, and stress situations always made her thirsty! She waited impatiently, and texted Rob, only to find out that he was also delayed in London's tea-time gridlock. When the train arrived she got on, but it was every bit as packed as the station, and she found herself standing, and having to hold the overhead rail. As she stretched she could feel the hem of her skirt rising and was painfully aware of how close she was to flashing her bum to a carriage load of tourists. It was only a ten-minute tube journey, but it consisted of an uncomfortable compromise between almost falling over at every station, or flashing herself to anyone who was looking her way. Finally though, the train arrived, and she dashed out of the station and straight to the hotel, arriving at 16:45, just as she saw Rob dashing down the road. The guests were arriving at 17:00, and they still had a room to set up. She did not need them both to be late. As they dashed into the conference room, they were met by hotel staff who explained that they had plenty of drinks available, and they would come to check the room was fully stocked regularly. There was tea, coffee and ice water, along with plenty of wine and beer for her guests. Amy hurriedly poured a glass of water, it was hot and she was stressed, so she glugged that down and set to business. Rob rearranged the furniture, whilst she went about decorating the room, putting up posters, and promotional materials, at one point, as she stretched to hang some bunting, Rob caught a glance and said, "Wahay Ames, that skirt is a bit short isn't it, nice knickers!". Even though he was her partner, she felt herself blushing beet red. She was, by no means, a shy girl, but she was certainly not happy about flashing herself in such a public space! When they finished setting the room up, guests were already beginning to arrive, and Amy went straight into hostess mode. This was her event and she was out to impress! Wine was flowing freely, but Amy needed to keep a clear head. As she welcomed various people, she found herself constantly topping up her glass with water and true to their word, the hotel staff were replenishing the drinks freely and regularly. As the presentations started, she felt her bladder for the first time. Nothing serious at this stage, but enough to make her glance at her watch. Now the event had started there was 2 hours to go, and no way she would have time to run to the Ladies. She needed to slow down with the water, she poured herself a coffee and vowed she would make that last. Over the next 2 hours the coffee and water that she had quaffed made its way to her bladder and she felt herself getting fuller and fuller. She found she was looking at the sign for the toilets at the back of the room at regular intervals, but she suppressed her need and continued to impress. Her presentation was last, and she had put a lot of work into it! She did most of it with her legs crossed, although her need was great, she was by no means desperate, but she was glad when it was over. The presentations ended and Amy and the company director schmoozed the guests and collected many donations. There was no doubt it had been a huge success. Finally, the event was over, and she could take care of her bladder, so she made straight to the Ladies room. To her horror though, she was met at the door by Lauren, her company director, and the woman she was trying so hard to impress. "Amy" she exclaimed, "Darling, this has been superb". She moved in to hug her, and Amy awkwardly reciprocated. She wanted to pull away, and run into the Ladies, but knew she had to talk to her boss. "It's going well, isn't it?" she said, but Lauren stopped her in her tracks. "Amy, sweetie, I'm really sorry, we'll talk in a second, right now though I MUST use the little girls room". Amy blushed at her brazen admission. She could never talk about bodily functions, especially not to a colleague, but Lauren obviously needed to go, and didn't care who knew it! As Lauren pushed into the Ladies, so Amy followed, and they were faced with a room containing 3 cubicles, and 3 locked doors, with 2 young girls waiting patiently outside. Lauren immediately gasped out "You have got to be kidding me! All the free wine at these events is great, until it needs to get back out again, can I jump the queue?". "You're joking aren't you?" said the girl at the front, squirming, "I'm bloody bursting here". To Michelle's shock, she watched as Lauren pressed her hand into the crotch of her business suit. "Oh fuck, they better hurry up in there, I am seriously about to piss myself here." At the same point, the door opened, and a staff member walked in. "Can I ask you to use the toilets in the main reception please, these are being closed now the event is over". The second girl in line shrugged and left, but the girl at the front and Lauren refused point blank to go. Amy was mortified and said she didn't need to go that badly, and she'd go to the reception. She left the room as her bladder twinged in protest, but she couldn't bring herself to make a scene, no matter how bad her need. When she got to the reception, she saw there was only one disabled loo and already 4 women waiting to use it. She groaned as Rob suddenly approached her. "There you are", he said, "You good to go?". She looked at the door to the Ladies room longingly. She needed to pee, badly. Really badly, but it wasn't an emergency, and the line was not moving. She'd just go at the station, she'd be fine, she thought, and smiled at Rob "Come on then". As soon as she got outside she started to worry that she'd made a bad decision, and as she hobbled across the road, she thought about nothing but dashing to the station toilets immediately! It'd be quicker than standing in line in the hotel anyway, she kidded herself. As they entered the station, Rob already had his ticket out, but there was only one thing on Amy's mind. "I'm just going to run to the Ladies" she said, trying to sound calm, "I didn't get chance in the hotel." "You can't, silly", replied Rob, "They've closed them down" "WHAT!" gasped Amy, as her bladder protested furiously, "you can't be serious!" "Yes, do you not remember the thing in the press, something about policing, or security or something, apparently station lavs are rife with drugs, so they're locking them all at 7." "They can't do that!" gasped Amy, "It was 5!" he added calmly, "They only increased it to 7 after commuters were protesting about it." Now that he mentioned it, she did remember reading something, "Shit" she thought, this couldn't be happening, she needed to pee, and it was getting urgent! "Come on" said Rob, "the train will be here soon, you'll be home in no time" She thought about dashing back to the hotel, but she'd definitely miss her train, she was staring almost aghast at the signs which teased "TOILETS". "Is it that bad?" Rob asked sounding concerned. "Erm, no" she lied "Well, I need to go, but I'll be OK" What choice did she have, she pulled out her ticket and they made their way to the station, she was just going to have to wait! As they stood on the platform, Rob was clearly looking for an invite back to Amy's. "You were so amazing tonight" he said, "I hope you know how special you are". Whilst flattered, all Amy could think about now was having a wee. Her bladder was throbbing, she had to get rid of him. She pressed her thighs together, as she said, "Thanks Rob, I really appreciate your help you know", "Let's go back to yours and celebrate a great event" "Aw no, I would, but I am working really early again tomorrow though". His train pulled onto the platform, as he said "I don't mind that, I will ride in with you, and then go home and freshen up". Amy squirmed, and snapped at him "NO ROB", he looked shocked, "I'm sorry, I just really need to get home and go to sleep, I am sorry, I will see you at the weekend, please, just go home". "Fine" he said, sharply, as he turned to leave, "be like that". She felt awful, but as soon as his back was turned, she started to bob up and down frantically. She NEEDED a wee, like really badly, and she was really starting to panic about what her options were. Surely there had to be a Ladies room open somewhere in this station, there had to be. Was it not the law? Maybe they had brought in porta-potties? She looked back to the stairs and really thought about dashing up them to search for the toilet, she knew didn't exist, and then looked at the screen. "NEXT TRAIN - FINCHLEY ROAD - 1 MIN". "SHIT" she said to herself, there's no time, and I need to catch this train, or I'll miss my connection, and I'll never get home! Her bladder pulsed and asked her to reconsider, but she had no choice. She was a fully grown adult, and she was just going to have to hold it! Just another half hour, that was all. She wasn't a child, anyone could hold their bladder for 30 minutes, no matter how bad their need...Couldn't they? As she stood waiting, she could feel herself squirming. Why? Oh God, WHY had she drunk so much at that bloody charity event and WHY WHY WHY didn't she just use the toilet before she left! She cursed herself, but as the train pulled onto the station, there was nothing she could do but clamber on board, cross her legs, and wait until she got to Finchley Road! As the train pulled away, she scanned the station, and couldn't believe how busy it still was. How were there still no seats. She stood at the back, legs crossed, biting her lip and clenching herself closed for all she was worth. This could not be happening. The first station passed, then the second. The train was making good progress, but her need was increasing by the second. Her bottom lip quivered as her bladder screamed at her, demanding that she find some relief. Another station passed, 15 minutes had passed, but it felt like she'd been on there for hours. She was almost bent double as her thighs scissored together, when she heard a little boy sat near her say, "Look mummy, I think that lady needs to potty too". She was absolutely mortified and stood bolt upright, as the young boys mum told him off. She tried to pretend there was nothing wrong, and to look composed, but there was something wrong. Her bladder burned and she felt a quick squirt spurt into her expensive knickers. She groaned out loud, and went into the most incredible pee dance, fighting herself for control. Another station approached, "The next station is Baker Street", the Tanoy announced. Just 1 more to go and she could get off and find relief. Her bladder screamed at her with a new urgency. She wanted to cry; this couldn't be happening. For the first time in her adult life, she genuinely felt that she might break down and wet her pants. She had never even contemplated such a thing, and always assumed she could hold on as long as was necessary, but her bits were on fire, demanding relief NOW. She couldn't stand still for a single second. Her mind was racing, she had to get to Finchley Street to change trains, or she'd never got home. The train pulled into Baker Street, and she stared at the open door. She wanted to wait 'til the next stop, but she was in agony. There was no way she could wait, even if she got to the next station, she didn't know where the toilets were, and she would wet herself looking. "OH FUCK" she stammered under her breath and darted for the door. As she staggered out onto the platform, she tried to press a hand between her legs, but her skirt was too tight. She was fully panicking now, as she hopped up and down on the spot, tears welling up in her eyes. "I need a wee" she whimpered, to no-one in particular, "Oh Christ, what am I going to do". She frantically scanned the scene, desperately searching for a toilet, but there was nothing, other than a huge flight of stairs. She started up them, each step sending a jolt of urgency to her bladder. She was going out of her mind! At the top of the stairs she scanned desperately, but couldn't see any toilets! She hobbled over to the ticket barriers and ran to the miserable looking security man. "Toilets" she gasped, "erm, sorry, where are the toilets please" "Sorry Love, they've locked them" he replied, barely looking up. "Oh, erm, it's kinda an emergency" she pleaded. He looked her up and down, "Yeah, I can see that, sorry, there's nothing I can do" "PLEASE" she almost wailed, "please, help me, is there a staff toilet, honestly, oh shit, it's nearly coming out" "Don't be ridiculous" he said, gruffly, "there's a Wetherspoons over the road, if it's bad, I'm sure you could nip in there." There was no point arguing with him, she had to get there now, so she made for the exits, and dashed across the road, desperately trying to press her thighs together as she moved. Her head was spinning. She burst through the door of Wetherspoons, and it was predictably packed, but Amy was beyond caring, she needed the Ladies and she needed it now. She knew the toilets were upstairs, but there was no way she could face another agonising flight of stairs, she would have to use the disabled. She pushed into the main bar, and frantically scanned around. Her bladder screaming at her. "WHERE ARE THEY!" she gasped out loud, and a young lad turned to her. Her vision was blurring she needed to pee so badly, as she pushed on, she saw a sign for the disabled toilet. "oh thank fuck" she thought, she ran towards the door, and then THUD, it was locked. "NO NO NO" she wailed, "PLEASE". She was hammering on the door, "Please, please hurry up in there". A young glass collector walked past her and she tried to compose herself. He looked about 17, and she didn't want to make a show of herself. "The toilets are upstairs madam" he said. Michelle wanted the ground to eat her up, but more than that she wanted, no she NEEDED to pee, like right now. "I need to use this one" she said, again, knocking on the door. "There's no point knocking, there is no-one in there" he said. "WHAT" gasped Michelle, "Please, open it then, please, I need to go..." "...and as I said, the toilets are upstairs madam". She felt a spurt of pee blast into her knickers, much more serious than the last and she started the most frantic pee dance she had ever done, "PLEASE" she wailed at him, as her pussy burned, trying to force the deluge of red-hot piss into her knickers, "PLEASE, OH GOD, please. Look at me, please help me, please, I neeed a weeee". "I'm sorry madame, but disabled patrons carry a RADAR key, and this toilet is for use by disabled persons only". It was all getting too much, and she burst into tears, "please help me, please, I am going to wet myself, you have to help me". The young lad's face visibly changed, as he realised this girl was having a genuine emergency. Every week he had to turn people away from the disabled loos, just because people couldn't be bothered going upstairs, and he'd assumed this was more of the same. She stood infront of him now though, with tears flooding down her face, absolutely begging him to help her. He wanted to, but he couldn't. "Oh my God" he said, "is it really that bad? I will go and get the key, but it is in the manager's office, and its packed, it'll take ages, honestly, you'll be quicker running upstairs, it looks like you haven't got long to spare!" "PLEASE" she babbled again, almost incoherently, she had her hand underneath her skirt now, no longer caring who could see what, "Is there no way you can open it now, I NEEEEEED it". "I can see that love, but honestly, it'll take me at least 5 minutes, you need to make a run for it". Another red hot spurt forced its way out of her tighly clenched lips, and into her now soaking knickers. "OH GOD" she gasped and turned to make her way out, dashing for the stairs. She couldn't take her hand away now, her aching, tired muscles needed all the help they could get. She tried to dash up the stairs, but each one caused her a new agony. She barely knew if she was weeing or not, as pain seered through her whole body. "Come on, come on" she muttered to herself, as her right hand worked furiously between her legs, her skirt now almost around her waist. She heard a couple of derogatory comments, but her whole world was a blur right now. Nothing, literally nothing, mattered to her other than that little hole between her legs. Never had she had to clench so hard to contain herself. She had been desperate to wee before, god knows, she had nearly wet herself on a night out a few years back, but she had never felt anything like this, she didn't even believe it was possible to be so desperate. Each step sent a jolt of pain through her bladder and the leaks were almost constant. She was agony, her knickers were soaked and there were small rivulets running down her thighs. Finally, though she got to the top and saw the door she had longed for, for so long. "LADIES". "Oh thank god", she said, running for it. She burst through the door to find it was really busy in there. There were a group of girls around the sinks taking selfies, who turned to look at her. One stepped back, blocking her path. "There's a queue in here" she said, pointing her phone at Amy, as one of her friends shouted, "don't be tight, look at her". Michelle pushed past them, towards an open cubicle. She could see the toilet she had needed for so long. She yanked her tights down and was already pulling the crotch of her knickers aside as she dashed for it. The cubicle next to it opened and a young girl saw her desperate dash, "What the fuck!" she gasped, but the floodgates opened, and Amy started to pee full force, she threw herself down onto the toilet, the door still open, and "AHHHHHHHHHHHH, Oh fuck yes, oh my God, oh a wee, oh thankyou" she babbled as she finally relaxed and let her full bladder empty. The relief was like nothing she'd ever felt before as pee gushed from her. She was shaking as she opened her eyes, and saw at 4 girls staring at her. "Are you OK?" asked the girl who'd been leaving the cubicle next to hers. "It looks like you needed that" added the young chav stood next to her. Humiliation now washed over her as she clamped her legs closed and tried to cover her private parts. She was still in floods of tears. "I'm sorry" she stammered, "please don't look, I needed a wee so bad" "We can see that" added the young chav, "You left a fucking stream across the floor" An older lady pulled her cubicle closed telling the others to leave her alone. Michelle tried to clean herself up. Her knickers were soaked amd her tights were wet right down past the knees, so she took them off, and to her horror, found the back of her skirt was wet too. She put her ruined knickers and tights in the sanitary bin and dried her legs with loo roll, there seemed to be wee everywhere. As she flushed the toilet, the older woman was still waiting for her. "You poor thing" she said "At least it's over now, you must feel better for it, it's awful being caught short isn't it".....
  11. This one is from an idea I had years ago, and finally got around to writing enough to be worth posting. In particular I wanted to write enough to establish and then fully reveal the central concept. -part 1 The doors closed with a gentle whoosh and the subway train set into motion with a soft whir. Claire settled in with her e-reader, but after a few minutes something caught her attention and she glanced down. Frowning, she watched and waited for a few moments, then pursed her lips and sighed. Leaning over, she murmured gently, "Sweetie, it's not polite to stare." Cassie gave a little start and quickly looked away. "I'm sorry, mommy," she muttered, then leaned close and added in an urgent whisper, "It's just, I think that lady's gotta go potty!" Claire took a quick glance, considerably more discreet than Cassie's staring, and saw immediately that her daughter was absolutely right. Although she certainly wouldn't use the word 'potty', and for that matter she wouldn't exactly use the word 'lady' either, Claire could see perfectly well that the young woman standing there by the doors was clearly becoming quite uncomfortable. "Oh. Um, yes, I suppose," she said, lowering her own voice to a whisper. Even as she watched that young woman leaned forward slightly at the waist and rose slightly onto her toes, her face gently flushed and her lips pressed together in a quite unmistakable expression. After just a moment she regained her composure and stood up straight, but to Claire's eye the meaning of that expression along with her slight lapse was obvious enough that the woman might as well have exclaimed 'I gotta go!'. Even for a little girl Cassie's age it would be very hard to miss. "Ah, but still," Claire went on, looking away, "it's not exactly any of our business, is it?" Cassie nodded. "I know. It's just... I just hope she... um... that she can..." She trailed off, looking down at her shoes. Claire knew just what her daughter meant, and she could certainly understand if Cassie was a little extra sensitive and extra sympathetic to something like that just now, after what happened just last week. Still, she was glad when Cassie stopped staring and returned her attention to her tablet. Claire looked back at her e-reader too, watching Cassie from the corner of her eye but only catching a few reasonably discreet glances toward the doors. After a little while she glanced over herself, and saw at once that the young woman there was only growing steadily more uncomfortable and drawing even more attention. Drawing attention was nothing unusual for that woman, of course. She was a regular commuter on this line every morning, and just about every morning she would arrive just in time to catch the train and immediately attract the attention of her fellow commuters, particularly the male commuters. Most mornings her chest was the center of attention, thanks to her distinct fondness for tight and low-cut blouses that accentuated her generously proportioned bust and prominently displayed her plentiful cleavage. Other mornings the attention was directed a bit lower, thanks to her equally evident fondness for tiny little tight miniskirts that displayed her well-toned legs and her well-rounded bottom. At first Claire had to wonder what on Earth the woman was thinking, going to work dressed like that, but after a few weeks and a few half-overheard cell phone conversations she'd pieced together an answer. It seemed that young woman recently started a new job as a secretary in some office that was just down the hall from some c-suite, and it seemed furthermore that she thought of her new office job first and foremost as the perfect opportunity to go 'fishing' for a cute young executive. Having figured out that much, she could conclude easily enough that the shamelessly ambitious secretary was simply trying to maximize the effectiveness of her 'fishing' efforts by going to work every morning wearing the skimpiest outfits she could get away with. This morning the outfit she'd chosen was every bit as skimpy as anything Claire had seen her wearing yet, with a very low-cut v-neck blouse and a very *very* short skirt that almost seemed too teeny-tiny to even be called 'mini'. Dressed like that, it was no wonder that her boobs and her butt were commanding the attention of just about every guy in sight, most of them trying to be at least a little bit discreet about how they were admiring the view, while a few others weren't even bothering. In particular, a group of teenage boys seated behind her near the far end of the car were snickering and muttering to each other as they stared openly at the woman, and that was before she started squirming. She was trying not to, of course. That young woman was clearly trying her best to keep still and keep her composure and keep her discomfort from showing, but with her discomfort growing steadily worse and worse, it was quickly becoming just about impossible to hide. Every time her concentration lapsed for even a moment she would start to lean forward again, or sometimes bounce up and down or wiggle her hips before catching herself and straightening up and tugging absently at her hemline. And with so many eyes already upon her, even a momentary lapse like that was just about certain to be noticed by somebody, especially when her squirming grew pronounced enough and her discomfort distracting enough to allow her already indecently high hemline to climb a little bit higher before she noticed and tugged it back down. From the way she blushed every time her concentration and her composure would slip, the woman seemed far more embarrassed to be seen squirming like that than she was about her barely-contained boobs or her barely-covered butt. That made it a bit hard to sympathize much with the young woman's embarrassment, but Claire still felt a little pang of sympathy anyway. "Mommy," Cassie squeaked and tugged on her sleeve, her trembling voice filled with concern and sympathy. "Ohh... Mommy, that lady... she's really gotta go potty." She looked up, concern and sympathy all over her little face. "I mean, like... *really* bad." Sure enough, even as Cassie was speaking the young woman suddenly stiffened and gasped softly, then leaned over with her eyes wide and her face scrunched up, her hand pressed into the front of her skirt. "Is she gonna be okay? What if she..." Cassie stammered. "I mean, do you think that... she can, um..." "It's okay, sweetie," Claire cut her off with a soothing tone. "That la- uh, well, she's a grown-up, not a little girl. She's going to be fine." She tried to sound confident and reassuring, even though she couldn't help but notice that just now the woman didn't really look 'fine' at all. In fact, she really was acting a bit more like a little girl, with the way her expression and especially her pose seemed to practically squeal in alarm 'I *really* gotta go'. "And besides," she added with more certainty, "she can take care of it herself." Cassie nodded, slightly reassured but still with an expression that clearly said 'I don't know...'. She looked back at her tablet, only to glance up again after just a few seconds. Before long she was staring, hardly any more discreetly than before, but at this point it didn't seem to make much difference since just about the entire male half of the train was staring even more openly than that. The young woman herself, meanwhile, hardly even seemed to notice all the gazes as she concentrated on getting her squirming under control. Slowly and steadily her distress began to ebb and her composure returned, and although she couldn't quite seem to keep still, her movements at least settled into a sort of steady rhythm. She rocked gently back and forth with her knees and her waist just slightly bent, occasionally bouncing just as gently or shifting her legs from side to side. Her hands were balled into fists and held determinedly away from her skirt, except for when she gave it the occasional tug. All that squirming was causing that hemline to creep slowly but steadily higher, and even from where Claire sat she could tell that it was rising quite uncomfortably high before each tug brought it back down. It seemed that with the woman's steadily worsening discomfort and her efforts to keep her squirming under control, she was getting a bit too preoccupied to keep her hemline under control too. It was enough to elicit another pang of sympathy, but more than that Claire had to wonder just how a grown woman could get herself into such a predicament, when even a little girl Cassie's age ought to know better. Thinking about everything she'd seen of the woman as well as everything she'd overheard from those cell phone conversations, a possible answer began to take shape. Perhaps she got off to a late start this morning, having had not quite enough sleep after a late night out and maybe a bit too much to drink. She would've had to hurry to get ready and get out the door, with just enough time for her usual morning coffee, and maybe even a second cup to help her push through the aftereffects of last night. And then once she got to the subway station and hurried across the platform and onto the train, just in time as usual, it was only when the doors closed behind her and she had a chance to relax that she would have at last noticed the quite distinctive discomfort and realized that she never had a chance to use the bathroom. And thanks to everything she had to drink last night, along with this morning's coffee just starting to hit her on top of that, it was no wonder that young woman would find herself becoming quite uncomfortable indeed just when she was stuck on the train and there was nothing she could do about it. With no way to relieve her steadily worsening discomfort, all she could do was stand there, trying her best not to start squirming and trying not to let her discomfort show, even though with all the usual attention on her and on her skimpy outfit just like always, any little bit of squirming at all would be almost impossible to hide. And now it looked like that second coffee might just be hitting her right along with the first, making her predicament that much more uncomfortable and making it just completely impossible to hide as it became quite impossible to keep herself from squirming. The look on her brightly blushing face as she stood there and struggled seemed to practically moan in distress, 'I gotta go *so* bad.' "Ohhh... that lady's gotta go potty *so* bad," Cassie muttered in distress and sympathy, as if reading just that right there on the distraught woman's flushed face. "I just... I really hope she can hold it..." The distress on Cassie's face was almost as pronounced as that of the squirming woman, and she was staring almost as blatantly as almost everyone else. The most blatant stares by far were those of the teenage boys, and Claire couldn't help but imagine that from where they were sitting directly behind the woman, every time she leaned forward her skimpy little miniskirt had to be riding up high enough to give them a little glimpse of her even skimpier underwear. "D- do you think..." Cassie was stammering, "ohhh... Mommy, do you think that lady... um, c- can she... is she gonna..." "She's going to be just fine, sweetie," Claire replied at once, hastening to reassure her daughter before pausing to consider her words more carefully. "She, um, well, she's a grown-up. Like I said, she can take care of herself." At that moment the woman suddenly shivered and stiffened, her face brightening even more as she began to tremble slightly in a way that really undercut the confidence of Claire's assertion. She went on anyway, "So I, ah, I'm sure there's nothing to worry about." She certainly didn't want Cassie to start getting worried about something like that, especially when she was still getting over what happened last week, even if Claire was starting to get just a bit worried herself. "You're right. That lady's a grown-up," Cassie said with a decisive nod, "and a grown-up lady can hold it as long as she has to." The little quaver of uncertainty in her voice clashed just slightly with those confident words, which seemed meant to convince herself as much as anything else. But still, having placed her innocent faith in the word 'grown-up', at least now Cassie didn't seem quite so worried anymore. "Oh, and she doesn't even have to hold it that long, right?" she went on, her face brightening a little as something encouraging seemed to occur to her. "If she can just hold it a little longer then she can get out and go potty, just like the other day." It took a moment to realize what her daughter meant, until she thought back and remembered it herself. She hardly even noticed at the time, since she was still trying to read and not trying to watch the shameless secretary that was drawing attention as usual with her tiny miniskirt. But there happened to be some teenage girls sitting across from them and when Claire happened to overhear a catty remark about 'that tease that was just over there' she realized that the young woman must have got off the train at the station before her usual one. Quickly putting things together now, it seemed plausible that she just might have been suffering just the same sort of discomfort that morning as she was this morning, and that she must have just decided to take care of it before her discomfort became obvious enough for Claire or anyone else around her to notice anything and maybe start to realize the slightly embarrassing situation she was having. Of course, Cassie had to have noticed something anyway, and she had to be thinking about it now as she watched the woman and the far more obvious, much more embarrassing situation she was having today. "Just a little longer..." she murmured, "she just has to hold it a little bit longer." Even as she said it the nervousness and distress in Cassie's voice seemed to be slowly fading. "And she can definitely hold it a bit longer, since she's a grown-up, after all." Buoyed by that encouraging thought, her earlier concern seemed to shift into something almost approaching confidence. At the same time, the woman she was staring at must have been thinking something along the same lines, and the prospect of getting the relief that she badly needed had to be at least as encouraging for her, because the discomfort and distress on her face and in her posture were fading too, while her composure steadily returned. Her squirming slowed as well, then almost stopped except for some gentle bouncing and a bit of general restlessness. After a moment she reached to tug her hemline back toward the level of minimal decency, and then it might have been almost possible to imagine that she wasn't even particularly uncomfortable anymore, but only impatient and maybe a little nervous about something. Nobody around her just now seemed to be imagining any such thing, however, from the way they were watching her. The teenage boys in particular stared at her hemline as if hoping that she might suffer a renewed attack of carelessness at any moment, and of course Cassie was staring as openly and intently as ever. For a moment Claire thought about mentioning it again, but decided it was just as pointless as before, and anyway it looked like everything would be resolved soon enough. They were arriving at the station now, and in just a few moments the young woman would at last get the chance to take care of her uncomfortable situation. Yet when the train pulled up to the platform and the doors slid open she just stood there and looked out, as nervous as ever and now looking quite anxious as well. For a moment Claire could only stare in confusion, wondering what she was doing. Then she realized, and for another moment she could only stare in disbelief, wondering what that woman was thinking. Because she knew that look, since she'd seen it so many times in so many places. Yet it was not a look she would have expected to see on that woman at that moment, not a look she would ever expect from a grown-up at all. It was a look that Claire would only really expect to see on a little girl, specifically a little girl who was in the middle of something and just starting to feel the need to take a break, but for whatever reason she wasn't quite ready to take a break just yet. Maybe she was simply playing happily outside, and having so much fun she just didn't want to stop. Or maybe she was watching a movie, one she liked so much that she just couldn't bear to miss any of it. Or maybe she was just sitting and chatting happily with all her little friends, and maybe she was a bit on the shy side didn't want to draw attention to herself. Whatever the situation and whatever her reasons, a little girl who happened to find herself in an inconvenient situation like that might start to get a bit nervous, then a little anxious, and then finally admit to herself that she was indeed in need of a 'potty break'. Then she would start to get that look, the one that seemed to say 'I gotta go, but...' Now that she found herself watching a young woman wearing a look just like that, Claire found she could only wonder: 'but...' what? Because it was one thing for a little girl who found herself in an inconvenient situation and who maybe just didn't know any better to consider putting off a potty break until it was more convenient, even if she needed that potty break badly enough that she should really know better anyway. But it was quite another for a grown-up young woman, one who absolutely had to know better than to put off a badly needed bathroom visit without a very good reason. So she stared at that expression and thought back to everything she'd overheard and to everything she knew about that woman there, taking a few moments to try to decide what that reason might be, and when she pieced together an answer that look suddenly came into focus and all at once it was saying to her: 'I gotta go, but... I don't wanna be late again!' Because the other day when the young woman got off the train early for an unscheduled bathroom visit, she must have ended up even more behind schedule and got to her office even later than usual. She had to be thinking about that now, as she gazed out across the platform at a certain clearly marked door, and the thought of what happened the other day along with the thought of whatever kind of trouble it caused for her had to be all that was holding her back from dashing out of the train and right into that door right now. So she stood there, nervousness and indecision flickering across her face as she debated whether to run to the bathroom and risk being late again, or to make sure she wasn't late by putting off her visit to the bathroom a little longer. Watching it, Claire found herself picking out a few of the arguments in that debate, mostly the ones that seemed to be winning out. 'I gotta go... but I can still hold it.' was one of the clearest, along with 'It's so embarrassing... but everyone's already noticed anyway.' and eventually the somewhat more optimistic 'It doesn't even feel quite so bad anymore... maybe it won't get any worse?' That was such a tempting thought that it was immediately followed by its natural conclusion 'As long as it doesn't get any worse, then I should be just fine.' Even if she couldn't quite bring herself to place total faith in that idea, she just couldn't dismiss it either, and so the debate went on. And the young woman just stood there, trapped by her own indecision, until at last the doors slid shut, the train slid into motion once again, and her chance slipped away. "Huh?" Cassie said in confusion and surprise as the doors closed. "She isn't... s-she didn't... M-Mommy?" she reached out to get Claire's attention without looking up. "That lady... she didn't go potty... and now she can't go potty!" The distress in Cassie's voice seemed far more pronounced than that on the face of the woman in question, which held only an expression of resignation that seemed to be saying 'I guess I just have to hold it.' Catching her daughter's hand, Claire leaned down to say something reassuring. "Don't worry, sweetie, she'll be just fine. Like I said, she can-" "I know, but... but Mommy!" Cassie cut her off, with a tone of even sharper distress tipping over into alarm. "Now she's gotta hold it, and I... I don't know..." she looked up with an expression somehow even more distraught and alarmed than her voice, "I don't know how much longer she can hold it!" And just as Cassie said that, the same expression of alarm appeared upon the woman by the doors. She stiffened, then shivered, her eyes widened and she gave a little gasp, with a look that cried out simply, 'oh no!' It happened so suddenly that Claire could hardly believe what she was seeing, as if all the discomfort and distress that gradually ebbed away earlier had picked that moment to come flowing back all at once. The woman shuddered, leaning forward and starting to tremble, while her face brightened and her expression shifted subtly to one of regret tinged with just a hint of dread, a look that clearly said 'oh no...' That look was another one that Claire knew perfectly well, after how many times and places she'd seen it. That was the exact same look a little girl might get, one who'd perhaps developed a bit of a habit of putting off her potty breaks whenever it wasn't quite convenient, and who'd maybe let herself become a bit too comfortable with it. Because if a girl like that happened to find herself in need of a potty break at a particularly inconvenient time, perhaps while she was preoccupied with something, or distracted by something, she might just decide to put off her potty break even longer than usual, and then a little longer, and a bit longer, and then just a little bit longer. Until sooner or later that little girl would suddenly look up with a start and maybe a little gasp, and with that look. The look that said she just realized she'd made a big mistake, and she deeply regretted it, because she knew she'd just ended up putting off her potty break a little bit too long, and she was having a 'potty emergency'. That young woman had that look right now, and even if she wouldn't use the word 'potty' it was very obvious that she was having an 'emergency', and even more obvious that she deeply regretted her mistake and the indecisiveness that had led to it. But while a little girl that made a mistake like that and ended up having an emergency like that could just come running to admit the mistake she'd made and trust her mommy to do something about it, there was nobody for that woman to run to, and nothing that she or anyone else could do about it. She already had a chance to visit the bathroom, but she missed it. And now that she'd missed her chance she was just going to have to wait, and that meant she really was just going to have to hold it, just like she was thinking just now. And just like Cassie just said, it really was becoming a very good question just how much longer she could really keep holding it. The distress that blossomed on her face was even more intense than before, and when her squirming started up again it was way more obvious than before. She bounced rapidly where she stood and leaned way over, and those boys sitting behind her broke out into wide-eyed grins at the sight that she gave them when she did. After about a minute the distress seemed to subside just a little, like the passing of a wave, and she managed to straighten up slightly. But not quite a minute later another wave seemed to hit her, even stronger, and she started to whimper softly as she leaned over and twisted her legs and squeezed them together, wiggling her hips and bouncing even more vigorously. When that wave passed she sagged slightly, leaning against the doorframe and panting with exertion, but only until the next wave hit and she let out a soft moan before bending over almost double. Her legs were wrapped around each other and her hips were wiggling and bouncing all over again, while the look on her face seemed to scream 'I have to hold it! I just have to hold it!!' in frantic determination. It was an extraordinary sight, and just about everyone on the train seemed to be staring at the young woman that was acting just like a little girl. A little girl right in the middle of having a really major potty emergency, one that was quickly becoming so severe that she was doing a really extraordinary 'potty dance'. "Oh no... oh Mommy... oh no, Mommy!", Cassie stammered, her hand gripping Claire's and her eyes locked on the woman by the doors and her voice every bit as frantic as that woman looked. "That lady, she... I don't know if she... I- I mean, I don't think she can..." she glanced up for just a second, and across the train car the woman gave a little squeal and Claire saw the determination on her face shift into a flash of doubt. Cassie gasped and looked back, tense and silent and staring for a few long moments before she squeaked, "Oh no... Mommy... what if... what if she... can't..." "It's okay, sweetie! She... uh..." Claire started, trailing off as she realized there really wasn't anything encouraging left for her to say. It seemed unbelievable, and she could hardly believe it, but she couldn't deny what was happening right in front of her. Somehow that woman's distress had gone from 'bearable' all the way up to 'terrible' in practically no time, and it was only getting even worse by the second. The waves that washed over her were coming more rapidly, each stronger than the last and hardly letting up at all before the next one rolled in. Claire had never seen anything like it, and she could hardly even have imagined such a thing possible, even for the most supremely careless and unfortunate little girl. Perhaps if such a girl were to thoughtlessly have far too much to drink and proceed to blithely ignore her growing need for a potty break for far too long, and then become completely engrossed in something particularly enjoyable, it was just barely possible that she might just fail to fully recognize the severity of her discomfort until well after it became impossible to ignore. But even then, once that extremely unfortunate little girl at last realized she was having a potty emergency and that it was already well underway, she simply could not imagine the emergency proceeding quite so quickly to quite such a critical point. Already the young woman there seemed even more distressed than any little girl in the midst of any potty emergency that Claire had ever seen, and it hadn't even been fifteen minutes! Which meant the train wasn't even halfway there. As unbelievable as it seemed, the conclusion was both completely obvious and absolutely undeniable, and just what Cassie was clearly afraid of. At this rate, that young woman over there really might not make it. "We have to do something!" Cassie cried out, her voice rising from a whisper almost to a squeal. "There has to be something we can do!!" Claire glanced around nervously and thought about admonishing her daughter 'not so loud', but really Cassie's exclamation was hardly any louder than the murmuring buzz of voices all around, from all the other passengers reacting to the extraordinary display of intense distress they were all witnessing. Most of it was simple surprise, along with a little catty derision from some teenage girls farther away, some scattered hints of sympathy, and of course quite a bit of prurient appreciation. Anyone in front of the woman couldn't help but notice what all that bouncing was doing to her well-endowed chest, after all, and those teenage boys behind her had an even more spectacular view, to judge by the way they were staring. Claire did not even want to imagine how much of the woman's underwear they could see as she rose up onto her toes and bent over even more, squealing when a wave hit and whimpering when it passed, now far beyond the point of caring or even thinking about the embarrassment of the scene that she was making. "Maybe... if she... Oh!" Cassie burst out, a little smile and a spark of hope returning to her face. She reached down for her backpack, never taking her eyes from the squirming, moaning woman. After a moment of fumbling she pulled it upright, opened it, and reached inside. She felt around inside for a few more moments, becoming irritated and increasingly impatient, then glanced down for just a moment to find what she wanted. She took out her empty water bottle, the one from earlier or maybe the one from yesterday afternoon, and started to open it. But just as she twisted the cap off she froze, gave a big gasp and looked up, the hope all washed away by an expression of sheer horror. At the same moment, the young woman making the scene by the doors stopped her squirming and froze, and gasped, with the same horrified expression. It was an unmistakable expression, one that seemed to shout out in panic and horror along with agonized despair, as loud and as clear as anything ever could, "I can't hold it!" "She can't hold it!" Cassie burst out in total horror and total despair, dropping the bottle and putting her hands over her mouth and looking up at the woman along with everyone else. They were all watching at that moment, the moment the prediction of that outburst and that expression came true, the moment it started to happen. There was a little hissing sound, sharp enough to cut through the murmurs and soft enough to make them fall silent. Then there was a different sound, one that made everyone look down and see the droplets that appeared on the floor, first one at a time, then faster and faster. In just seconds they were falling like raindrops, falling from under the woman's skirt to sprinkle the floor between her feet. In the next moments the drops gathered into a trickle, flowing with a louder but somehow gentler splashing sort of sound, forming a little puddle and spattering little droplets on her pretty shoes. "She's really... she really couldn't..." Cassie stammered, her anguish fading to shocked disbelief as she said it, "she's really... going wee-wee..." The trickle was gathering force, turning into a stream, and the woman's legs trembled and her knees buckled and sank toward the floor. "She's going wee-wee... in her panties!" Those panties were peeking into view now, as her tiny skirt rose the last little bit and exposed the white lacy triangle to everyone in front of her. It wasn't quite white anymore, of course, but already soaked all the way through with pale yellow. The stream was growing even stronger now, turning into a mighty gushing torrent as the woman gave into despair and gave up her hopeless effort and let the flood come pouring out. The puddle beneath her grew and grew, the nearest passengers edging backward to avoid it and the murmuring of voices starting up again, now with a more unpleasant edge to it. "Ohhh... I can't believe..." Cassie moaned, her voice almost lost under the rising buzz around them. "I thought... since she's a grown-up..." Claire nodded and started to say something, but thought better of it and just reached to pick up the empty bottle. "I never thought she... ohhh, if only..." Cassie gazed at the bottle with regret. Claire thought about pointing out the logistical difficulties with that sort of thing, but decided explaining that could wait. Sighing, she realized she was going to have to do quite a bit of explaining after this. "But... she couldn't." The woman over there was sobbing softly, and a couple other women that seemed to be feeling less catty were going over to help her. Cassie wasn't even watching anymore. "She just couldn't hold it... and she... she had... a huge accident!" -part 2 "Oh no! Really?" She replied with a suitable gasp and a shocked expression. From the corner of her eye she saw Claire grimace slightly, while her daughter went on. "Uh-huh. I saw the whole thing. I mean, everybody saw. The whole train! It was so awful." Cassie sat down on the edge of the couch as she got going. "See, the lady already had to go potty really bad as soon as she got on the train. And it kept getting worse and worse, but she just kept holding it and holding it until she just couldn't hold it anymore, and she ended up having a huge accident! She went wee-wee in her panties, right there, all over the floor, right in front of everybody!" Cassie seemed to deflate as she reached the most awful part of the story. "I just couldn't believe it, I felt so bad for her." "Oh, I know. I can hardly even imagine it." Dana said with suitably doleful sympathy. She thought it sounded convincing enough, even though Claire was still making a face. Dana already knew what happened on the train, since Claire had told her all about it during their weekly phone call, but they'd both had a feeling Cassie would want to tell it all herself, so now they had to pretend she was hearing it for the first time. "The poor woman... she must have been so humiliated." Cassie nodded with emphatic agreement. "Afterward she was crying and everything." Looking down, she went on more quietly, "I never would have thought a grown-up lady would end up having an accident like that, no matter how bad she had to go potty. And, um, I never would have thought a grown-up lady would end up having to go potty quite as bad as that lady did." Pausing briefly, she seemed to be remembering the whole experience in more detail. "I think... that lady had to go potty worse than anyone I've ever seen." Sighing, she went on, "I guess, since she's a grown-up I just thought she could hold it. And I was really hoping she could hold it, the whole time I was watching." She caught herself. "I mean, um, I wasn't really staring or anything. Well, not too much. It's just, um, everybody else was staring too, especially near the end, so..." "It's fine, sweetie," Claire cut in. "Like I said, that doesn't matter now. And anyway, it's about time for us to get ready." Cassie brightened and nodded, and eagerly went upstairs to get changed. Dana chuckled at her adorable little niece's enthusiasm. Cassie had been looking forward to today's trip ever since her Aunt Dana offered to join them for another trip to the amusement park, and she certainly wasn't going to let anything that happened on the train a few days ago dampen her high spirits. Dana went into the kitchen, finishing off the last few sips of her water bottle, and tossed it in the recycling. It had been a very warm morning already when she left for her morning run and it got even warmer by the time she got back, so she ended up just about finishing off the whole bottle. And it was only going to get even hotter by the time they got to the amusement park, so she was definitely going to want another one for the trip. She opened the fridge, but paused as something occurred to her. "Hmm... 'worse than anyone I've ever seen', huh..." she murmured, recalling what Cassie said earlier, and the particular way she'd said it. "I wonder..." still thinking about it, Dana cracked open the bottle and took a few sips of water while she went upstairs to change. In the guest room she pulled off her tank top and her running shoes and peeled off her leggings and got out a pair of denim shorts and a loose, breezy blouse. She definitely wanted something like that to wear on a hot day like today was going to be. She might even have preferred a skirt, but all the ones she'd brought were a little on the short side, and Claire would definitely say that wasn't such a good idea for an amusement park with little kids running around everywhere. At least these shorts were nice and comfortable. Finally she picked out a cute little thong, careful to make sure it wasn't one that might climb too high and peek out and give her a 'whale tail'. When she was all dressed she got her strappy sandals and headed back to the stairs, taking a few more sips from her water bottle. "Oh, Aunt Dana, here take a look," Cassie called to her on the way there. She was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, already wearing her little sundress, while Claire put her hair up with a clip and arranged it in a sort of fan shape. "What do you think?" the girl asked, then went on without pausing, "It looks really nice like this, but I think it could still be a little longer." Dana nodded at that and tried not to smirk. About a year ago Cassie had wanted to have really long hair all the way down to her legs like a couple of her favorite cartoon characters. Claire had tried to convince her that it only really looks like that in cartoons, and in real life having hair that long is just way more work. Eventually she suggested that Cassie could have hair just like another of her favorite characters, in that fan shape and only a little past her shoulders, and she could even use a hair clip with that cartoon's logo on it. She seemed to be okay with it for now, but soon enough she might be right back to pushing for even longer hair. Cassie went right on chattering like that while Claire finished doing up her hair, and when it was done she turned to look in the mirror and then turned around again for Dana to look. Then she was hurrying downstairs to show 'Aunt Dana' her new sandals with the cartoon logos that matched her hair clip. She got them on while Dana and Claire got their purses and made sure they had everything. Then they were all ready and Cassie was already heading for the door when Claire gently reminded her, "Oh, uh, sweetie, are you sure you didn't forget anything?" Cassie just stopped for a second and looked back, so Claire gave her another hint, "We should have enough time for you to run back upstairs if you need to." With a little start Cassie suddenly understood, and she turned and trotted back up the stairs. Dana and Claire waited by the door until they heard the soft hissing noise, only slightly muffled by the bathroom door. It made perfect sense that Cassie would want to take care of that before they left, even if she got excited enough that she had to be reminded. While they waited for her to finish up, Claire went to pull the minivan out into the driveway, leaving Dana by the door to lock up behind them. Standing and listening while that hissing gradually faded and trailed off, she found her thoughts going back to the topic from earlier. *Hmm... well, I can at least give it a try today.* With that she trotted back into the kitchen and got another water bottle, tucking it into the corner of her purse just as the flushing noises came from upstairs. Dana was back at the door getting her own sandals on when Cassie came bounding down the stairs. "Oh, your toenails are so cute Aunt Dana. Did you do them yourself?" She piped up, looking down at Dana's deep red toenails where they peeked out between the straps of Dana's sandals, and went on without waiting for a response. "Mommy said I can start doing my nails when school starts. I'm not sure what color to go with, so I'll probably try out a different one on each finger, like Shelly does. She has her big sister help her with it, though. Maybe now we can help each other with it." She went on chattering happily like that while they went out to the van and got in the back seat together. Claire always had a pile of papers and other junk on the front seat, and anyway Dana knew that Cassie would want someone to talk to or at least chatter at during the drive. "Shelly says she's really looking forward to seeing everyone again now that she's back from camp, and she was thinking we could all together again before summer's over, maybe when Rita gets back from her trip next week." She was already chattering away, leaving Dana without much to do but sit and listen, occasionally nodding with interest and making encouraging noises, and of course sipping steadily from her water bottle. "Rita went to a resort by the beach with her cousin's family. She said there was a beach with seals on it and another one with sea otters. I got to see the sea otters when our class went to the aquarium last year. I wanted to pet them but they wouldn't let us get that close. There was a petting pool there too but it only had rays and I think some starfish and stuff. Oh yeah! We went to an actual petting zoo a few months later and they had these really big bunny rabbits..." The trip to the amusement park took about a half hour, and Cassie kept right on chattering until they turned the last corner and it came into view. Then she finally fell silent and pressed her grinning face to the window while they pulled into the parking lot and looked for a space. Dana's water bottle was almost empty by then. As soon as the van stopped Cassie threw open the door and hopped out, and Dana had to call out, "Wait! Cassandra! Uh, we have to wait for your mommy," since Claire was still getting her purse and everything together. Cassie reluctantly came back, pacing back and forth restlessly until Dana got out and took her by the hand. The day was really heating up, just like she'd expected, and she finished off the last of her water with a few quick gulps and got out the second bottle, now very glad that she'd thought to bring the second one and also glad to find that it was still pleasantly cool even after the drive. When Claire was ready she took Cassie's other hand and they all started toward the ticket counter together. Dana noticed a recycling bin on the way and tossed her empty bottle in, then cracked open the fresh one and took a few gulps. Once inside the park Cassie was even more excited, looking around at all the rides and everything and trying to decide what to do first before settling on the closest one, the spinning teacups. Dana sat down with Claire at a table with an umbrella right by the fence to keep an eye on her while chatting and working on her water. Next Cassie wanted to go on the bumper cars, and this time Dana went with her, leaving her purse and her water with Claire. Then she picked the swinging ship ride with the usual cartoony pirate sort of theme, and she wanted to go on it twice, first with Dana and then again with Claire. When they came back and Dana got up her water bottle wasn't quite half empty. There was a big roller coaster right nearby and Cassie looked at it longingly, but she still wasn't quite tall enough for that one. She kept gazing up at the drop tower over on the other side of the park with that same look, but she definitely wasn't tall enough to go on that yet. Really, she could only go on a couple of the actual roller coasters, and she seemed to want to save that for later, or maybe she was just getting distracted by the other smaller rides as they made their way over there. Either way, hopefully she wouldn't tire herself out before they got that far. For now she was still bursting with energy and showed no sign of slowing down. The next ride she picked was one with swinging chairs suspended from what looked like a carousel, and just like before she wanted to ride on it twice, first with Dana and then with Claire. Dana was looking thoughtfully at her mostly-empty water bottle when they came back to the bench where she was sitting and waiting, and before Cassie could run off toward another ride Claire suggested they could maybe take a quick break. It wasn't quite time for lunch yet and anyway Cassie definitely wanted to go on at least one big roller coaster first, but they'd been walking around for a while and there was an arcade nearby with a snack counter where they could sit for a minute and get a little something to eat. Inside, Cassie went right over to the ski-ball game along with Claire while Dana went to get the snacks. Once again she finished off the last of her water bottle and tossed it in the bin, and when she ordered she made sure to get a nice big soda for herself. "There, this should be plenty..." she muttered as she found a nice table by the window and beckoned the others over. Cassie finished up her game and went to exchange her tickets for a cute little plushie, while Dana opened her bag of chips and got started. The chips were tasty and just as salty as she expected, and she washed them down with plenty of soda while she sat and listened to Cassie chattering away as happily as ever. She chattered about her new plushie and squeezed it and held it up to her cheek, and she chattered about the rides she'd been on and how fun they were, and she chattered about the rides she wanted to go on next, especially the roller coaster. There were two roller coasters that she was tall enough to go on this year, and she'd been really looking forward to riding both of them. Last week she got a chance to ride one of them, and she was determined to get her chance at the other one this week. Dana was almost finished with her chips and Claire was about halfway finished with her sandwich, but as the more she talked about it the more excited Cassie got, until she seemed all ready to run off to that roller coaster right now. Claire gently reminded her she had to finish her animal crackers first, and she mostly stopped chattering long enough to focus on eating. It only took her a couple more minutes, and when she was done she jumped up all ready to go, still chewing. She had to sit back down anyway while she waited for Claire to finish her sandwich, and afterward Dana kept hold of her while Claire gathered up her purse and the new plushie and everything else. Then they were outside and Cassie was making a beeline straight for that roller coaster before she got distracted again. She ended up getting distracted anyway, and couldn't resist stopping for just one more ride when she saw the tilt-a-whirl. Claire went on it with her while Dana stayed with all their stuff. When they came back she was finishing up the last of her soda, and now with no more distractions in her way Cassie went straight to the roller coaster and got in line. Dana dropped her empty cup in a recycling bin before joining her, and Claire found a nice bench right near the front of the line to wait for them. Now that the roller coaster was right there in front of her, Cassie's excitement seemed to shift slightly, taking on a slight tinge of nervousness as she waited in line and looked up at it. When the car came around the last bend and went down the last slope she held her breath and watched the riders in it, some throwing their hands in the air and squealing, others tense and silent. Most of them were kids about Cassie's age riding with their parents, Dana saw as the car came to a stop and they all climbed out, and most of the others were only a little older. This was one of the park's smaller rides, which is why the line by the entrance under the sign reading 'you must be this tall to ride' was just low enough that Cassie was just tall enough to reach it. The passengers getting off walked past, mostly smiling with excitement or maybe just relief, and Cassie was smiling too as the next group of passengers got on the car and the line moved forward a little. It was a pretty long line when they arrived, since it was right around lunchtime on a weekend and that was pretty much the peak of the park's popularity, especially for families with kids. But the roller coaster itself was small enough that each group didn't take that long, so at least the line was making good progress. And as they moved slowly forward and drew steadily closer to the front of the line Cassie's excitement gradually continued shifting, becoming a bit less eager and quite a bit more nervous. It was perfectly understandable that seeing the roller coaster up close like this might make her just a little nervous after how long she'd been looking forward to riding it, but Dana couldn't help wondering if there was a little more to it than that. For one thing Cassie was sort of glancing around from side to side, like she was looking for something and not finding it. Soon Dana noticed Cassie glancing over her shoulder too, with a strangely tense expression like she was getting worried about something and didn't know what to do about it. Dana might have asked if there was something wrong, but instead she leaned down and said, "Are you excited?" Cassie hesitated just a moment before she smiled eagerly and answered, "Uh-huh! I can hardly wait." She looked like she might have said something else, but instead of waiting Dana looked back up. "Well, it looks like it'll be our turn soon." There were enough people in line ahead of them for maybe two more trips on the roller coaster. "So just hang on a little longer." Cassie nodded, still smiling, although her enthusiasm didn't seem to return. She only seemed to grow more nervous as the next group boarded and the line moved ahead, glancing toward Dana again and again. By now they were close enough to where Claire was sitting for her to see them and wave. "Have fun!" she called out. "We sure will!" Dana called back with a wave and a giggle, then rose up to her tiptoes to look over the people still in front of them. "Looks like it might just be our turn next." Just then she noticed Cassie's eyes go wide with alarm and heard her give a soft gasp, but she didn't react. "And we'll tell you all about it afterward," she went to the railing and carefully leaned against it, placing her weight just right until she heard Cassie behind her give another, sharper gasp. This time Claire noticed too. "Hmm? Is something wrong, sweetie?" worried, she got up and started to come over. "Oh, Cassie?" Dana turned back and looked down. "What's the matter?" she said with a suitable tone of innocent concern, carefully lowering herself to a crouch. Cassie gasped once again, her wide-eyed gaze now pointed down at Dana's shorts. "Oh no! Aunt Dana!" Cassie's voice was a frantic squeak. "That's... you're..." she looked back up, her lips trembling and her face filled with barely contained panic. "You... You've gotta go potty!" she burst out, her voice as distraught as Dana had ever heard it. At once there was a burst of silence as all around them conversations cut off and heads turned their way. Dana felt her skin getting warm at the feeling of so many eyes suddenly upon her. "You just gotta!" Cassie went on without noticing, "Or... or else... you might..." "Cassandra!" Claire scolded as she came up to them. "That's, uh... that's not..." she tried to protest, but couldn't seem to think of anything that would help. "Oh dear," Dana said instead, as earnestly as she could, and at the same time placed her hand between her thighs and pressed them together. "I think you're right!" She rose with a quick sort of curtsy motion, trying her best to ignore the attention from all around, then turned to Claire and added sheepishly "Sorry! I'll just be right back," leaving the line and trotting back the way they came. She could feel the eyes following her until she got around the corner. Once safely out of sight of the line she pulled her hand away from her shorts, smiling. Other than that momentary embarrassment everything was going pretty much according to plan. Cassie had even noticed right before they got on the roller coaster, just like she planned. Dana herself had noticed earlier, of course, right around when they got in line for the roller coaster. At the time it was just a slight feeling of discomfort, gentle enough that she might not have noticed at all if she hadn't been paying careful attention. Really, that was just about all the proof she could have asked for right there, although she was glad that Cassie had confirmed it for her too. After all, she already drank three whole bottles of water, plus her usual morning coffee, and an entire soda on top of that, all without a single bathroom break. Even a little girl Cassie's age should have known to expect that Dana would be in pretty big trouble by now. Yet the discomfort she felt was hardly enough to even be called a distraction, certainly not enough to be worth getting out of line like that and only a little worse than it was earlier. Although it was getting quite a bit worse now as she walked away, and quite quickly at that. She paused and made another quick curtsy motion as the feeling rose sharply and suddenly and sort of took her by surprise, drawing a few curious glances. She hadn't exactly planned on being seen acting like this, although she maybe should have known to expect that too. After a few moments the feeling subsided like a wave passing and she trotted onward, trying to hurry and trying not to wince at the uncomfortable bouncing sensation that accompanied every step. There was a big group coming from the little theater by the arcade where a show seemed to have just gotten out, and she would really rather not get caught up in a crowd like that at a time like this. But after just a few more steps she felt it rising again, even stronger than before although not as sudden, like a fresh wave welling up deep inside her. She slowed down, then stopped and crossed her legs, trying to make it look as casual as she could but highly aware that she was pretty much right in front of the crowd. And even though she was ready for it, when the wave hit it was so powerful that it took her by surprise anyway, so that her fists clenched and her toes curled and she let out a sharp little squeak. That drew quite a bit of attention from those at the front of the crowd, including a couple little girls that looked like they had to be sisters. When the wave subsided enough after a long moment she started to move away, but not before she heard one of those girls say to the other in a whisper that wasn't quite soft enough to be private, "I think that lady's gotta go potty!" Dana was still blushing when she got to the door of the arcade and pushed through. Just as she stepped inside it hit her again, this time with almost no warning, and she let out a much bigger squeak. It rose into not quite a squeal and then dropped toward more of a moan before she regained control of her voice, and by then she was just about sure she had the attention of everyone outside behind her and just about everyone inside in front of her too. Gingerly pulling her hand out from between her legs, she couldn't help but think that she'd just proven that little girl absolutely right, that just about everybody who'd looked her way just now definitely would have said that she absolutely had to go, and she could only hope that most of them wouldn't use the word 'potty' if they did. She moved on, her eyes fixed straight ahead. She knew right where she was going, since she'd been sure to make a note of the bathroom by the snack counter was when they were here earlier, she just didn't want to have to meet anyone's eyes just now. The arcade area was way more crowded than before, with lines for almost every game and especially near the middle where some big fancy racing game had a line that snaked back and forth and stretched almost to the opposite wall. She couldn't just push through a crowd like that without getting jostled, and that would just be asking for a disaster. She'd have to go around the other side, and she couldn't really hurry either because even a tiny little bounce would just be an invitation to disaster. So she picked her way slowly and carefully between the arcade machines, all the while distinctly aware of all the attention her obviously desperate situation was getting and acutely aware that the situation was only getting worse and worse with every step. She got to the other side of the arcade area, where a little set of a few stairs separated it from the snack counter area. The bathroom was right up there and around the corner, and Dana started up the steps eagerly only to stop with a little gasp at the pang of protest it brought on. Normally she could take steps like these two at a time without even slowing down, but in her current state simply lifting her leg to the first one a little too quickly could risk bringing on the disaster. And worse than that, she could feel another wave coming on, the biggest one yet. With one hand on the railing and the other planted firmly between her legs she started up the steps, wincing with every one and really hoping she could at least get around that corner before things got even more embarrassing. Yet as soon as she got to the top of the steps she stopped in her tracks as all at once the wave crashed over her. She squealed, bending over and thrusting both hands into her crotch, shivering slightly as she clenched and squeezed with all her might. Her squeal faded gradually to a whimper as she recovered from the surprise and started to get the urge under control. But just when it seemed like it had peaked and was about to recede it surged instead and started to rise again. Dana rose up on her tiptoes as it did, her shiver turning into a shudder and then a steady trembling as she struggled to squeeze just a little harder and keep holding it a little longer. She stood there and struggled like that, and as the seconds stretched on she couldn't help but think about the crowd behind her and how everyone had to be looking at her right now, right when she had to look just like a little girl who had to go potty so bad she was just about to totally wet her little panties. After a few more seconds the wave at last started to recede a little and she staggered forward, hoping to at least get around the corner and mostly out of sight so she could salvage at least a little bit of dignity. But after just a few unsteady steps another one suddenly struck. It was even bigger than the last, and all she could do was stop right where she was, trembling and squeezing and too surprised to even make a sound. It wasn't letting up at all anymore, she realized. The waves were hitting her so fast now there wasn't even time to move between the end of one and the start of the next. This wave hadn't even peaked yet and she could already feel another coming on, by far the biggest one yet. It was building up, gathering strength, getting ready to strike, and if she didn't get to the bathroom before it did she just might... *spurt* She stiffened, her face getting warm, and her panties getting warm too. The meaning of that feeling of sudden warmth and spreading wetness was undeniable. It was just a tiny little bit, no more than a few droplets, but there was no denying that her panties really were wet... that she really was... wetting her panties! And that tiny little squirt was just the beginning. The wave was still coming, still building higher and higher, threatening to come crashing down at any moment. And when it did, it was all over. She absolutely had to get to the bathroom *right* now, or else her panties were about to get a whole lot more than just a little wet. She started running. Another little spurt slipped out as soon as she moved her legs, and then another, a few more droplets leaking out into her panties with every step she took. The warmth and wetness were growing steadily, but she couldn't even think about that right now, or about her dignity, or anything else besides trying frantically to make it to the bathroom before it was too late. It was already too late to keep her panties dry, of course, but she could still save them from getting totally soaked. She was around the corner now, the bathroom door just a few steps away, just the single unisex stall, and all she could think as she locked her eyes on it was that if there was anybody in there right now then it was all over for her. She reached out toward that door, hoping as hard as she could that it wasn't locked and squeezing just as hard to stop the little squirt that briefly turned into more of a momentary trickle as she removed her hand from her crotch. The handle turned and she burst in to the little stall, a surge of relief washing over her at the sight of the toilet right there, right in front of her and thankfully unoccupied, and just in time. She stepped forward and started to unbutton her shorts, but after just a single step she stopped again with a little high squeak of surprise that rose even higher into a squeal as the enormous wave came crashing over her. It was way more than she could take, and the squirt that came out was strong enough it felt less like a trickle and more like a stream. She squeezed as hard as she could but the leak just wouldn't stop, only slow back to a trickle. She couldn't help it, she couldn't stop it, she couldn't hold it! In a panic she yanked down on her shorts, but they were still buttoned and just a little too tight to quite come off her hips like that. And the wave was still rising, somehow growing even stronger. The trickle was growing, edging back toward a stream and threatening to become an absolute flood. She was trembling all over with the effort and her whole body clenched as she tried desperately to hold it back just a bit longer, and just as she felt the wave start to overwhelm her and all her frantic determination collapse into despair, the button beneath her clenching fingers popped open. Without hesitating for an instant she yanked again, pulling her shorts down to her knees and her thong down to around her thighs. In the very next instant the flood burst forth and poured out with a mighty gush. She moaned in relief, sinking as her knees buckled until she was leaning against porcelain. It felt incredible, and it sounded incredible too, the splashing and spraying almost like a miniature waterfall. After a few moments the noise cut through her blissful haze and she hurriedly turned to plop herself down on the toilet. Waves of relief were still washing through her and she panted and moaned again, while beneath her the splashing went on, somewhat muffled but somehow louder as well from the echoing. With a last shudder and a couple more gasps she shook her head and looked down at the floor, grimacing slightly at the sight, then grimacing even more at what her thong looked like. She hadn't quite expected that part, although maybe she should have. Really, everything happened just like she expected, only maybe a little too much so. The stream went on and on, and on and on and on, until finally it tapered off to a trickle, then a dribble, and finally stopped. She quickly got herself cleaned up and then tried to clean up the floor a little. She looked down as she left and crossed back through the arcade to avoid making eye contact with anyone that might have seen her earlier, and outside she headed back to the roller coaster. When the ride stopped and Cassie and Claire got out of the car, Dana was sitting there on the bench and waiting for them. "That was super fun!" Cassie squealed breathlessly, grinning and giggling as she emerged from the crowd. "I wanna go again," she was saying eagerly to her mommy, "except this time I wanna be in the very front." Claire smiled pleasantly and started to reply, but Cassie went on, "Oh, except first I wanna to go on the other roller coaster again. Oh! and we still need to have lunch, too." They were close enough now, and Dana got up and waved. Claire waved back, and Cassie turned and saw and waved too. "Aunt Dana!" She trotted over, still grinning. "It was super fun! We're gonna go again, and we're gonna be in the car in the very front, and this time you can come too and-" she stopped, her expression shifting as she seemed to remember. "Oh... Aunt Dana, I- I'm really sorry!" Dana gave a kind smile and a small chuckle, and started to reply, "That's alright, sweetie. You don't need-" before Cassie cut her off. "I should have noticed! I mean, I guess I did notice, but I should have said something earlier. It's just, I wasn't really thinking about it, so I just never even really thought about how you might have to go p-" "Sweetie!" Claire burst out before her daughter could finish saying something embarrassing. "It's okay sweetie!" Dana burst out at the same time, only slightly less alarmed. "After all, it, uh, worked out fine." She tried not to sound as uncertain as she felt. Cassie nodded and looked down, apparently not noticing that but still looking pretty uncertain herself. "Uh-huh, I know. It's just, we were supposed to go on the roller coaster together. And now..." she trailed off, then looked back up with eager determination. "But- but we can still go on the other roller coaster together! Right? We could even go right now." "But Cassie, we have to have lunch first. And, uh, there's something I need to talk to you about, too." Dana glanced at the crowd. "Something private." They all headed over to the restaurant, then. It was getting pretty busy as the lunch crowd started to arrive, but Claire didn't like eating at a fast food place and she definitely didn't want to just get lunch from a snack counter, and just now Dana was just fine with letting Claire wait in line while she took Cassie over to a quiet corner. "Okay Cassie, sweetie," Dana started once they were alone and sitting down. "Now, uh, about what happened just now-" "I'm so sorry Aunt Dana!" Cassie burst out, "I know you wanted to go on the roller coaster. Just like I did last week. But... it was just like last week... when I... I-" "No, Cassie! It's okay," she managed, and reached out to gently take Cassie's hands. She knew just what happened last week, since Claire already told her all about it, and she definitely didn't need to make Cassie relive the experience now. "That's not it at all. It's... Cassandra, you have a gift." Cassie looked up expectantly while Dana searched for the right words. "You know earlier, when we got in line? You could already tell that I had to... um, 'go'. Couldn't you?" Cassie just looked confused at that. "Hmm? What do you mean?" For a second Dana was almost nervous that she might have somehow misunderstood everything. "You had to go potty as soon as we got out of the car." That caught Dana by surprise, and Cassie went on. "I guess I could have said something right away, but it wasn't that bad so I thought it wasn't a big deal, since you're a grown-up. I guess maybe you didn't notice right away, until we got in line at the ticket counter?" That surprised Dana even more, and now Cassie was really getting going. "Then when it started getting kinda bad while we were on the bumper cars, I thought you didn't want to take a break since we were having so much fun." "That's- I didn't-" Dana started, but Cassie didn't even slow down. "And later when we stopped for a snack and it was getting pretty bad, I thought for sure you were going to take a potty break. So when you didn't I guess I started to get a little nervous, since it was just like what happened last week. But I just thought, since you're a grown-up..." she started to trail off. "That's not- uh, sweetie, that isn't what I-" was as far as Dana got before Cassie interrupted her again. "Except it kept getting worse! When we were waiting in line and it started getting really bad I kept telling myself 'she's a grown-up... she can hold it...' And then- then when it got really *really* bad, I just kept telling myself, 'she's a grown-up... I'm sure she can hold it...', but then... it just... "Sweetie, please! You don't need to-" Cassie didn't even seem to notice what Dana was saying, and kept right going. "It got even worse! You had to go potty so bad, and we were just about to get on the roller coaster, and it was exactly like last week! I just knew that if you got on the roller coaster like that when you had to go potty really really bad like that, you were gonna have... a potty accident!... just like I did last week..." "That's..." Dana could only mutter. Just like she was afraid of, Cassie ended up reliving what happened to her on the roller coaster last week after all. "I mean, uh, that's the thing," she pressed on, realizing her chance, "you know, what happened today? That's your gift, Cassandra." Cassie looked up, confused and sniffling a little. "You could tell I had to, uh, 'go'. And you could tell before we got in line for the roller coaster, couldn't you?" Cassie nodded, frowning and still confused, and Dana smiled. It was the proof of what she'd suspected, and what she'd gone through all of this to prove. "Because the thing is, I couldn't. Not until we got in line for the roller coaster. You could tell, because you could feel what was happening to me. And I couldn't tell, because you took the feeling away from me." She smiled a little more and gave Cassie's hand an encouraging squeeze. "It's the same gift that I have, Cassie. And your grandmother had it, and her mother did too." They used to be healers, she'd been told, back in the old country. Women would come to them, injured or just in some kind of pain or other, and they'd use their gift to take away the pain. Everyone's gift was a little different, they'd said, and not every woman in the family had the gift. Claire never seemed to have it, or if she did it was different enough that she couldn't use it like they did. Dana used to wonder if that meant the gift was dying out somehow, but now Cassie had it too. Her gift was different from anyone else's that she'd ever heard of, but it was certainly powerful, especially for her age. She was explaining all about that and everything else when Claire came back with lunch. Dana filled her in on the parts she didn't know about, especially about everything that happened today and how she'd turned her suspicions into certainty. Then together they explained everything else to Cassie, who listened quietly and nodded along solemnly and grew more and more serious. By the time they'd explained just about everything Cassie's seriousness was turning into distress, and afterward she was silent for a few long moments before she said in a tiny voice, "Then that means... that lady on the train..." Her lips trembled, then her whole face. "The reason she didn't go potty when she had a chance... and the reason she kept holding it and holding it... until she couldn't hold it anymore..." Cassie looked up, as miserable as Dana had ever seen her, "It's fall my fault!" "Oh, no! Oh sweetie, no. It's not..." Claire started, only to trail off as she searched for another explanation. But there really wasn't one. Even if Cassie was being a little hard on herself, it was just like Dana realized as soon as she heard about what happened on the train. Cassie must have felt that woman's discomfort without understanding how, and without even knowing what she was doing she must have ended up taking away that discomfort, just as Dana or the healers in their family would in order to soothe someone's pain. Except without that feeling to warn her, the woman didn't realize just how dangerous her situation really was, so she let the situation escalate until Cassie's gift was the only thing standing between her and disaster. And then, as soon as Cassie got just a little bit distracted, there was nothing left to avert the disaster, and the woman paid the price. Really, it was exactly like what happened to Dana today, when she subjected herself to the same thing to confirm her suspicions about Cassie and her gift. Dana was just glad she'd managed to escape the worst of the disaster, so that it was only her thong that ended up paying the price and had to spend the rest of the day in her bag. "You just didn't know any better, Cassie," Dana cut through Claire's sputtering with a careful mix of sorrow and sympathy. "I know you didn't mean to." "I really didn't!" Cassie burst out, "I never meant to! I never wanted her to... I never ever wanted anyone to... to..." "In that case," Dana interrupted before she could get even more distraught, "You just have to learn how." Cassie looked up again and Dana showed her an encouraging smile. "So I'll teach you about it, okay? Everything you need to know." Cassie's face lit back up at that ray of hope. "And once you know how to control your gift, it won't cause any problems again." "That's right," Cassie said with a decisive nod and a look of fresh determination. "I don't want anyone to have an accident. And I won't make anyone have an accident, ever again!"
  12. I've watched a lot of railfanning videos on YouTube. Being a railfan seems like it would be both a fun time and an arduous task. You have to be outside for hours on end, regardless of weather, rain or shine, snow or blistering heat, hell, some are even brave (or insane) enough to railfan during thunderstorms. And one also has to keep in mind bodily needs such as food, drink, and of course, peeing. Which brings me to this topic. How do the railfans of Omorashi.org handle peeing when out on the rails? Do you set up around a station or somewhere with access to a bathroom? Do you hold it in until you find a lull in action long enough to race to the nearest public restroom, which might be miles away? Do you just drop your pants or whip it out and pee wherever you are, train passing by or not? Does it simply depend on where you are, or do you follow the same principle no matter the place? I'd love to see people's perspectives on this.
  13. This one's a commission by @Subaru. It's very similar to another Hanekawa story I wrote, where Hanekawa and Black Hanekawa argue and play off each other as Hanekawa's forced to hold it. Please enjoy! Hanekawa and the Neko Hanekawa bounded down the train platform, urgently trying to make it before the doors closed and it pulled out of the station. She looked down and checked the time on her phone. The train would leave any second now. She sped up right towards the end as she saw the doors start to close, and managed to slip in, taking care not to barrel into the crowd of people packed into the car, and let out a heavy sigh. Hanekawa never expected hunting down Oshino Meme would be easy, but if she had said she expected it to be this hard to find him, she might’ve asked for some help on her journey. On the other hand, having someone else with her would defeat the purpose of this trip. This was something she was doing, for herself, but also for Araragi. But the fact that she was doing it by herself, and for herself, was the most important part to her. Right now, of course, she found herself on a bit of a wild goose chase, visiting various places without much idea of where to start looking. She had some inclinations, but mostly she was just traveling the world aimlessly. Ironically, this was what she said she had intended to do, to hide her true intentions of finding Oshino Meme. However, now she found herself more-or-less actually doing it. She felt idle. “Relax, you’re too tense all the time.” Her other self, or rather, the oddity that had embedded itself within her and become an embodiment of her stress, spoke up. The playful oddity appeared in Hanekawa’s mind, flaunting around in her body. She was lounging around, wearing nothing but Hanekawa’s black lingerie. She was lying on her back, apparently on something soft as her body was sinking into it slightly, but with the abstract nature of her mind’s eye, Hanekawa couldn’t tell if it was a futon or a sofa or something else. This is how Black Hanekawa would appear when Hanekawa was particularly stressed, and lately, Hanekawa was particularly stressed. Her mission had taken her around the world, and today she found herself back in Japan, following a lead given to her by a half-vampire she met in Europe. She had to take two trains out to a small town not unlike home. However, unlike home, her destination was unfamiliar and out of the way. Not to mention she had to get there before sundown, because she didn’t have a place to stay unless she made it to the one local inn on time before it closed for the night. Hence why she had rushed to catch the train, and why she was stressed. “Seriously,” Black Hanekawa shook her head, “You’ve been following what leads you can, but there’s nothing you can do if you don’t know where that old man is. Rather than stressing out all the time, at least relax what time you can. Enjoy the fact that you’re seeing the world.” There was sense in what Black Hanekawa was saying, but Hanekawa herself felt a certain amount of pressure to complete this mission. I have to find Oshino, and the sooner I do that, the better. There’s something happening back home, and I want to help Araragi. “Yeah yeah, but to help Araragi, you have to make sure to take care of yourself, first. You’ve been running around all morning, your legs are sore, yet you haven’t even noticed. And you’re dehydrated.” Hanekawa swallowed and realized her mouth was dry. Her other self was right. Hanekawa reached into the backpack she had slung over her shoulder and grabbed a water bottle before chugging down the whole thing quickly. Her legs were also sore, but with how packed the train was, she wouldn’t be able to do anything about that for now. She shifted her weight onto one leg and reached for one of the grab handles overhead. She let out another sigh and stared out the window, hoping that now she had taken care of her bodily needs, Black Hanekawa would be content to fall silent. About ten minutes later, however, and that turned out not to be the case. Or rather, Hanekawa had not attended to all her bodily needs, so the sawarineko felt the need to speak up again. “Hey, you’ve gotta pee.” Once again, it was something that Hanekawa hadn’t noticed. She had been so busy that morning that it had entirely slipped her mind, and in her mad dash to make it to the train on time, she had blown straight past the restrooms without a second thought. Now, however, she was acutely aware of a noticeable pressure building in her abdomen. She shifted her weight and rubbed her thighs together as she checked her phone again. This train ride was pretty long, at about 45 minutes, and the window of time before she had to board the next train was narrow. “I can’t believe you. You do realize I feel what you feel, right? When you have to pee, I have to pee.” Sorry. I’ll get to the bathroom as soon as I can. “You say that, but we both know this is going to be a long train ride.” Black Hanekawa crossed her legs uncomfortably and openly grabbed herself, though it was clear she was exaggerating her motions in protest at Hanekawa’s disregard of her own needs. Hanekawa merely ignored her and tried to push the building feeling of fullness to the back of her mind. For what it was worth, her other self also seemed to settle down, laying back and trying to relax, even as she occasionally rubbed her thighs together and shifted around. Hanekawa found herself gazing out the window of the train car. They were passing through an area where the city gave way to suburbia, and so the town around her reminded her much of home. She found her mind wandering to Araragi, and Senjougahara, and the others she had come to know and care for. She’d be lying if she didn’t miss them from time to time, but she ultimately knew this trip was for them. For Araragi. Hanekawa shook her head. She wasn’t about to go down that path. Her feelings for Araragi were something she considered a settled matter. That was to say that, while she wouldn’t lie and pretend that her lingering feelings had vanished, it was something she would no longer trouble herself with. Even if she had wanted to let her mind wander to that topic, her thoughts were rudely interrupted by her bladder. It sent a nagging wave of its fullness through Hanekawa’s body, and she found herself pressing her thighs together as she leaned forwards. It was only a small wave, and it passed relatively quickly, but it was an uncomfortable reminder of her full bladder. Black Hanekawa, on the other hand, was especially bothered, reaching down to grab herself with both hands as she shuffled uncomfortably while lying down. She glared at Hanekawa, pouting as she played up her desperation “This is all your fault! How can you let yourself be this uncomfortable?” I didn’t notice before boarding the train. And now I don’t have anywhere to go, so I’ll just have to hold it until we arrive at our destination. “You’re the worst. That’s so long from now.” Hanekawa didn’t need the reminder. She shuffled in place uncomfortably as she gauged the fullness of her bladder. Her need was already quite urgent, and they weren’t even halfway through the train ride. Hanekawa was confident she could make it, but she knew that she’d be pretty desperate by the end. Sorry. I’ll take better care of it from now on. Black Hanekawa nodded begrudgingly and rolled over onto her side, her hands still jammed between her legs as she rubbed them together. Halfway through the train ride, and it was worse than Hanekawa thought. Perhaps it was because of that bottle of water she chugged right after getting on, but her bladder was filling alarmingly quickly. Haneka shuffled back and forth, trying not to make too much of a fuss with how closely packed into the train car everyone was. She squeezed her thighs together as she played with the hem of her skirt, both as a distraction, and to fight the urge to openly grab herself. Hanekawa already expected to be desperate by the time the train reached their destination, but she was bordering on desperate already, and they still had 20 minutes left on the train ride. Naturally, Black Hanekawa wasn’t happy about this at all. She was doing her best still trying to lounge, but in her comfy position on whatever she was laying on, she looked every part someone who had woken up with a full bladder, and desperately didn’t want to get out of bed despite needing to pee. She was tossing and turning, with her legs shifting restlessly. One hand was rubbing her abdomen in discomfort, and the other was jammed firmly against her crotch. “Hey, are we even going to make it at this rate?” Of course. Hanekawa’s reply came quickly, and it was clear she wasn’t fully confident of that herself. Even if she was alone, she wouldn’t be acting half as desperate as her other self, but the fact was her bladder was getting urgently full. She glanced out the window in an attempt to distract herself from her needs, but the rolling rice fields and rural surroundings all blended together, and she couldn’t find anything interesting to latch onto. Not too long after, Hanekawa was struck with a wave of desperation, and she dipped her kness as she clamped her legs together tightly. The hand grabbing the handle overhead squeezed as she rubbed her abdomen with her other. She bit her lip, counting down the seconds until the wave passed. Even when it subsided, her need to pee was stuck at the forefront of her mind, and if it weren’t for the fact that she was in a crowded car surrounded by others, she’d be restlessly shuffling back and forth by now. She expected the sawarineko to speak up, but Black Hanekawa was shuffling desperately, with her hands clamped between her legs. Even after she too fought back the wave, she merely focused on holding it. The next 10 minutes seemed to drag on, with Hanekawa becoming more and more aware of her desperation. She hadn’t been hit with another wave, but she could feel her bladder getting more and more full by the minute. She couldn’t stop herself from shuffling back and forth, crossing and uncrossing her legs urgently as she desperately gazed out the window. She wasn’t even focusing on anything anymore, instead she was absentmindedly waiting for the station, and relief, to roll into view. Suddenly, a strong wave struck Hanekawa, and she gasped as her knees buckled. She squeezed her thighs together as her bladder squeezed against her. In her mind’s eye, Black Hanekawa wasn’t doing much better. She had shot up, no longer able to keep laying down, and was instead kneeling as she wriggled around desperately. She doubled over and jammed the heel of her foot against her crotch to keep the flood contained. “We’re seriously going to leak!” Hanekawa wanted to deny it, but she could feel herself begin to lose control against the wave and was forced to subtly slip a hand down between her legs. She desperately grabbed herself as she clamped her thighs together, begging for the wave to subside. It finally did, and Hanekawa immediately pulled her hand away from her crotch. She glanced around red-faced, hoping no one had noticed her. Luckily for her, it seemed like no one had. “I have to peeee!” Black Hanekawa whined, squirming around more openly. Hanekawa herself only wished she could resort to that, but it would draw the attention of everyone nearby. Instead, Hanekawa stood stark still, trying to control her breathing and keeping her muscles tense. By the time the train rolled into the station, Hanekawa was truly desperate. She had managed to stay dry, but the doors couldn’t open fast enough. The second she was off the train, she danced in place and her eyes darted around, looking for any bathrooms. Unfortunately, this was a much more rural train stop, and there didn’t appear to be anywhere for her to go. “Come on, we need to find somewhere, fast!” Black Hanekawa urged. Before we do, I want to know how much time we have, we have to make the next train. Hanekawa ignored both her own bladder and Black Hanekawa’s protests as she shuffled her way over to the ticket kiosk. She purchased a ticket to the town where she hoped to find a lead on Oshino, and quickly checked when the train would be arriving. The good news is that she did have some time, but the bad news was it wasn’t long. She glanced around again for any restroom signs, but once again it seemed there wasn’t any in sight, at least on the train platform. “We better find something fast, we really gotta go!” As Black Hanekawa squirmed and groaned desperately, Hanekawa resisted the urge to do the same. With awkward steps, she quickly made her way through the small station, desperately searching for any signs of a bathroom. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted one near the entrance, but as though fate itself were playing a cruel trick on her, the bathrooms were being cleaned. What bad luck. “You’ve gotta be kidding me, we’ve been holding it for so long!” Knowing her only hope was finding somewhere with a public restroom close by to the station, Hanekawa rushed down the street. The only thing keeping her from breaking out into a full-on run were the shocks of each step sending uncomfortable vibrations straight through her full bladder. Black Hanekawa squirmed and squeaked as she clamped her thighs together, but her bladder was Hanekawa’s, and she’d get no relief holding herself if Hanekawa outwardly refused to do so. Hanekawa spotted a convenience store about a block away from the station, and her heart soared. She glanced down at her watch, making sure she had enough time, and hurried down the street towards it. She entered, the door chiming loudly, and she initially made a beeline for the bathrooms towards the back. Unfortunately, however, she caught sight of a rather prominent sign. Restrooms are for paying customers only. “What kind of rule is that?” Black Hanekawa complained. Hanekawa wouldn’t speak up vocally, but she was equally as upset, if only because buying something just to use the bathroom would eat up more time. She checked her watch anxiously again and quickly grabbed a bottle of tea before getting into line at the front counter. Unfortunately, there were more than a few people ahead of her, and as the minutes ticked down and the line moved slowly, Hanekawa kept glancing between the signs to the restroom, her watch, and the line in front of her. We don’t have time, we have to get back to the station. “Are you crazy? We’re bursting here. There’s no way we’re going to make it through another train ride.” If we miss this train, we won’t make it to the next town before the inn’s closed. “Yeah, but if we catch the next train, we’ll wet ourselves before we get to the next restroom.” Hanekawa knew her other self was right. She was desperate, and she didn’t think she’d stay dry through another 30 minute train ride. If this were simply a trip for her sake, Hanekawa would have no problems staying here for the night and waiting to catch an earlier train tomorrow to give her more time to set up accommodations at her destination. However, she was chasing down quite the elusive man in Oshino Meme. Worse still, her information was already pretty out of date, as it had taken her a few days to even return to Japan. Every day she delayed was another chance for Oshino to slip through her grasp. Her bladder was screaming at her in protest. She had to pee bad enough as it was, and she couldn’t imagine how desperate she’d be even if she did manage to hold it for the entire second train ride. But she was doing this for her, and for Araragi. We have no other choice. “I don’t want to have to hold it anymore! Let me take over,” Hanekawa urged, “When I was possessing your body before, there were plenty of times I had to dip behind a bush and let it out. I’m not so embarrassed that I won’t do it here.” There’s no way I’m letting you do that. “There’s no way we’re going to make it another 30 minutes!” Hanekawa ignored the sawarineko and put down the drink she was going to purchase. She started heading back to the station, glancing down each side of the street and desperately hoping that she’d spot another restroom somewhere along the way. Unfortunately, luck really wasn’t on Hanekawa’s side today, and she found herself heading back to the station with her bladder even more full than when she had left. “I’m not kidding, this is a really bad idea! Let’s at least see if we can get into the station restrooms.” Hanekawa normally wasn’t the kind of girl who would ignore that kind of sign, but she was desperate. She hobbled over to the restroom doors and tried, hoping they would be unlocked. Unfortunately, the door didn’t budge, and Hanekawa’s last chance at relief was crushed right before her eyes. To make matters worse, as she was lamenting the closed bathroom, she could hear the sounds of the next train pulling into the station. She needed to be on that train. Her full bladder spasmed in protest and Hanekawa briefly grabbed herself to maintain control. She didn’t know how she was going to make it, only that she had to. She shuffled over and fed her ticket into the turnstile before entering the nearest train car. It was a small blessing that the train was way less crowded than hers had been. She was able to hobble over to a seat on the bench, towards the back of the car, and sit down, rubbing her knees together desperately. “This is a bad idea. This is a really bad idea.” Black Hanekawa continued to protest, dancing in place, “You can feel how desperate we are. We’re gonna leak.” You constantly saying that isn’t helping, Hanekawa shot back. She tried to focus on holding it, squeezing her legs together. She took off her bag and placed it over her lap so she could more covertly hold herself. She slipped her hand between her legs and pressed firmly against her strained pee hole. Now that she was sitting down, Hanekawa felt a little more confident about holding it. She was still bursting, but she was now able to hold herself without being noticed, and she wasn’t having to stand in a packed train car. Her confidence was rather short-lived, however. As she felt the train lurch forwards, her bladder sent another spasm shooting through her body. She squeezed and clamped down to contain the flood, but the pressure peaked and overcame her efforts to hold it. A few drops leaked out and soaked into her panties. Black Hanekawa moaned as she also felt herself leak, despite having both hands jammed right up against her crotch. The small leak soaked into her black panties and she grit her teeth, glaring at Hanekawa for putting the both of them through this desperate ordeal. After regaining control, Hanekawa squeezed her eyes shut, trying to focus all her effort and energy on holding it. There was no point anymore in trying to ignore her swollen bladder. As if she wasn’t desperate enough, every bump, every turn, and every jostle of the train sent urgent waves shooting through her abdomen. She could barely keep her legs still as she rubbed the back of her calf with her other foot, trying to distract herself from the intense pressure building inside of her. Black Hanekawa wasn’t faring any better. She was back to lying down, with her legs curled up as she pressed hard against her crotch with both hands. She was moaning and whimpering in how desperate she felt, with her bladder sitting like a rock in her abdomen. “If it were up to me, we’d just get it over with and wet ourselves right here. It’s not like we’re going to make it.” There’s no way I’m doing that. Black Hanekawa already knew she’d be instantly shot down, but she groaned in desperation all the same as she squirmed and wriggled in place. Hanekawa tried to make it as long as possible before checking her phone for the time. She knew it wouldn’t make the train go any faster. All it would do is hammer in just how much longer she needed to hold it. Considering she was already bursting, that was the last thing she wanted to think about. Unfortunately, as wave after wave of desperation shot through her, she couldn’t help herself. She checked her phone, hoping they were at least halfway through the trip. Her heart dropped when she realized it had barely been 5 minutes. It felt like much longer. “We’re really not going to make it!” Black Hanekawa protested. Hanekawa ignored her and tried to think about anything to distract herself. She glanced around the train car. It wasn’t crowded, but there were quite a few others on the train around her. A man was reading a book in the corner. Another couple slept, one with her head on her partner’s shoulder. A family sat on a bench together, the mother constantly having to reign in her bored kids, who wanted nothing more than to run around the rest of the crowd. A group of high-school aged students were sitting and gossiping in the seats across from her, and an older couple were arguing quietly about something or other. A girl that was vaguely reminiscent of Kanbaru sat on the far end of the train car, listening to music without a care in the world. Hanekawa’s people-watching was abruptly cut short when she was hit with another strong wave of desperation. She bit her lip and grabbed herself tightly beneath her bag, knocking her knees together as she bounced her legs. The intense pressure shot like a bolt of lightning through her abdomen, and even as she tried to clench her muscles harder, she could feel another leak coming on. Black Hanekawa felt it too, desperately squirming as she once more buried her heel against her crotch. However, neither of their efforts were successful in stopping it. Hanekawa felt a hot spurt escape, soaking into her panties. She quickly moved her hand so she wasn’t pressing the front of her skirt against the damp fabric before reaching back underneath and jamming her fingers right up against her pee hole. She panted as she leaned forwards, fighting against the wave, trying to regain control. She could see another dribble leak out into Black Hanekawa’s panties as she felt herself leak again. Luckily, however, that was the worst of it, and she was able to stem the flow until the intense pressure let up slightly. “That was a proper leak, our panties are wet,” Black Hanekawa pointed out, “How are we supposed to hold it for another 20 minutes?” We don’t have another choice, I’m not going to wet myself in front of all these people! Hanekawa said that, but now she was getting less and less sure. She had barely managed to wrest control back from her bladder before, and she wasn’t sure how many more of those leaks she could fight off before she lost it. Not to mention her panties were pretty damp now. Sooner or later her pee would begin soaking through them and into her skirt. Hanekawa managed to hold on for another 5 minutes before her desperation once again struck her hard. It came suddenly, like an intense pressure that she couldn’t alleviate no matter how much she squirmed in her seat. Black Hanekawa let out a whimper and shot up, dancing in place desperately in her mind’s eye. Hanekawa squeezed her thighs together and drew in strained breaths through clenched teeth. She wanted to make sure she wouldn’t leak again. She desperately pleaded for the wave to pass before her tired muscles gave way, but the more she hoped, the longer the wave seemed to last. “We’re gonna wet ourselves!” Black Hanekawa groaned. No, no… please… I gotta hold it. We’re halfway there… just fifteen more minutes! Even as Hanekawa said it, the idea of holding it for that long seemed more than daunting. It seemed impossible. She squeezed and twisted her legs as she desperately fought back against the wave, and thankfully she felt it subside. Just then, however, the train rolled over a particularly rough spot on the track, and jostled with a loud clunk. The vibrations went straight into Hanekawa’s overfilled bladder, and even as clenched and grasped at her crotch, she could feel herself let out another spurt into her panties. Black Hanekawa let out a gasp as the hot spurt dripped out between her fingers, leaving her panties fully soaked. Hanekawa squeezed even tighter and managed to prevent any more from leaking out, but it was clear she was fighting a losing battle. She covertly moved the fabric of her skirt out from under her, so she was still concealed, but now her bare panties were pressed into the seat below. If she leaked any more like this, at least she wouldn’t get her skirt wet. Fifteen more minutes… please let me hold it for fifteen more minutes! “We can’t hold it anymore,” Black Hanekawa pointed out. Her motions certainly spoke to that fact. She was squirming, but rather than the overt desperate dance she had been doing before, she was almost shaking as she clamped her legs together, with both hands jammed firmly between her thighs. What am I supposed to do, wet myself? “You have that empty water bottle in your bag, do you think we can… ah!” Black Hanekawa’s suggestion was cut off when the train went over another bump. It had caught Hanekawa completely off guard, and she hadn’t been prepared for it. She let out another, longer leak, and it took her a moment to fully regain control. She was grateful she had thought to move her skirt out of the way first, because she felt her pee pool against the seat of the train in a small puddle. Black Hanekawa had suffered the same leak, the stream spurting out through her fingers and running down her bare legs in rivulettes. “The water bottle… it’s the only way we’re making it through this without wetting ourselves.” I… I can’t do that! Hanekawa felt another strong wave of pressure wash over her, and she immediately rethought it. She doubted she’d get away with openly peeing into a water bottle on a train car in plain view of everyone, but if she managed to hide it with her bag, could she get away with it? She shook her head. There was no way she could bring herself to try, and if anyone caught her, she’d die of embarrassment. She fought back the wave of pressure, managing not to leak this time, and once again reaffirmed her decision. No, it’s too risky and embarrassing. I can’t. “But we really can’t hold it anymore, the pressure’s intense, ah, I want to do it, I want to pee. Right here!” Black Hanekawa removed her hands from her crotch and spread her legs, as though fully prepared to wet herself right then and there. However, nothing happened. She wriggled and groaned in a mixture of desperation and frustration. “Of course I can’t. This is just your body, after all. I can’t pee unless you do.” S-sorry. Hang in there. The minutes on the train ticked by slowly, and Hanekawa was losing control. She let out a couple more leaks, each one harder to stop than the last. All the while, Black Hanekawa continued to moan and groan all the while. As each minute passed by, Hanekawa’s mind wandered back to the water bottle in her backpack. The idea was becoming more and more tempting. Hanekawa could see herself, slipping the water bottle underneath her skirt, pressing it against her pee hole, and finally letting loose. At the same time, Hanekawa could also see her making a mess even trying to get it into the bottle, or getting caught from the sound or smell, or worse, losing grip on the water bottle and letting her hot pee spill out all over the floor. She doubted she’d be able to get away with it. Hanekawa once again shook her head, trying to push the idea of the water bottle to the back of her mind. The more she thought about it, the worse she was making it, and her bladder was squeezing and screaming at her in protest at the very thought of getting to pee. Black Hanekawa, as well, was moaning and whimpering as her legs shook and she kept her hands clamped down against her crotch. Due to all of the leaks, her panties were soaked, and there were streams of pee running down her legs. Here was also a wet spot beneath her, that grew every time Hanekawa lost control of her bladder. Hanekawa looked up and realized they were finally pulling into the town that was her destination. She could see the station coming up. She had no idea how, but she had made it, at least partially. Eager to bolt out the train doors as soon as they opened, Hanekawa got up carefully, taking care not to move too quickly lest she slosh around the contents of her overfilled bladder. Even with her care, standing up was awful, and she felt her waistband dig uncomfortably into her abdomen. She stopped and crossed her legs, not caring if others noticed her desperate movements, before heading to the nearest train door and standing there, wriggling in place. As they pulled into the station, Hanekawa felt herself let out another leak, which soaked straight through her saturated panties and spattered out onto the floor. She clamped down and stemmed the flow before she let anymore out, but her face burned at the idea of anyone noticing. She looked down and was grateful it was only a few small drops. Black Hanekawa was also in a standing position, unable to stay seated or to sit still, she had also let out the leak, soaking through her fingers and adding to the wet spot on the soft bed beneath her. “Please hurry, please hurry, please hurry!” She begged, more to the train doors than to Hanekawa herself. With one final hiss, the doors opened, and Hanekawa dashed out, running into the station. Her eyes darted frantically, searching for any restroom signs. As she danced in place, she felt herself let out another leak and she broke into a run down the station. She didn’t care anymore. She could feel each rough step send a firm jolt through her bladder, each one causing her to lose drops of pent up urine. Yet she knew the only way she was going to make it was to run. The station wasn’t that large, but no matter where she looked, there wasn’t even the sight of a bathroom sign. There’s gotta be a restroom here! “We don’t have time, let’s find somewhere else!” Black Hanekawa squirmed in place as Hanekawa rushed out the station doors. She glanced around frantically, searching for anything. But it just hit her how rural the town she was visiting was. There was a bank that was closed for the day and what seemed to be a post office, but other than that, most of the houses were residential. Hanekawa let out another leak, a longer one this time, and Black Hanekawa let out a gasp. The hot pee spurted out from between her fingers and pooled beneath her legs. Hanekawa knew she was at her limit. There was simply no more holding it, no matter how much she wanted. “Over there! That alley!” Black Hanekawa called out, and Hanekawa spotted it in her periphery. She charged into the alley way, letting out another leak before slipping into the shadows behind a dumpster. She hiked her skirt up, not bothering to remove her already-soaked panties, and not a moment later, the dams burst. Her overfilled bladder squeezed out one last time, and Hanekawa felt the pee gush out of her like a burst water balloon. It sprayed forcefully through her panties as though they weren’t even there, hitting the wall and floor of the alleyway in front of her and pooling into a messy puddle beneath her shoes. In her mind’s eye, she could see Black Hanekawa wetting herself too. She was squatting down, her head thrown back as pee gushed unabashedly out of her. It soaked and sprayed through her black panties messily and pooled with the rest of the wet patches by her feet. Black Hanekawa herself moaned in bliss as she openly savored the relief she had been begging for that whole time. Hanekawa, while much more reserved, leaned forwards and supported herself against the wall of the alley as she panted, feeling her legs buckle beneath her now the the utter strain of holding it in was subsiding. The sharp pressure in her bladder dulled into a throbbing ache as she let herself fully take in and savor the relief. As the intense pressure died off slightly, pee began to stream down her legs, their flow hampered by her drenched panties. Hanekawa couldn’t even be bothered as she continued to openly pee, letting everything out. It was quite a while before Hanekawa stopped peeing, and naturally her inner self had finished at the same time. The two were drenched, dripping with pee as they sat there, panting from the utter relief they had felt. Hanekawa couldn’t remember ever being that desperate, and part of her was still in disbelief that she had actually managed to make it through the second train ride without fully wetting herself. “Hey,” Black Hanekawa spoke through heavy breaths, even as she practically collapsed into her own puddle, “We should probably move before someone sees us.” Oh. Right. Hanekawa rummaged through her bag and found a pack of tissues. She fixed up her legs as best as possible, though she could still feel them slightly damp with her own pee, and lowered her skirt, hiding her absolutely soaked panties. She briefly considered taking them off, but she would get to change at the inn soon enough. Black Hanekawa, with the luxury of being in Hanekawa’s mind, and not in the physical world, snapped her fingers, and her wet panties and the wet patch were immediately replaced with an imaginary bath. Naturally, the sawarineko had removed her clothes too, and was poking her bare body over the rim of the tub. “Let’s never hold it that long ever again, okay?” Agreed. Hanekawa left the alley and her puddle behind, and stepped back out onto the street, making sure no one saw her as she set off. She pulled up a map on her phone that lead to the inn, and she was able to navigate her way there with no problems. And now for the epilogue, or rather the punchline. Upon arriving at the inn, Hanekawa quickly learned that the person she was looking for, or rather, the person she was told about by the half-vampire she spoke to in Europe, was running the inn. Coincidentally, this person was also a vampire. Though, rather than being a vampire who was a danger to humans, this seemed to be a vampire who had integrated into human society as much as possible, and struck up a deal with some negotiators. Much like Dramaturgy. One of these negotiators was, of course, Oshino Meme. Although, apparently he hadn’t heard from Oshino in many years. He had a few leads, but it was another dead end, and Hanekawa would have to go on another wild goose chase. However, that wasn’t the only thing Hanekawa found out. Because the owner of the inn was a vampire, the inn was actually open 24 hours a day, and thus, Hanekawa never had to rush to get to the town before nightfall. Hanekawa used her common sense to guess that an inn for a small, rural town so far outside any major city would be closed at night. However, she had no way of knowing this one strange inn was an exception to that. “I really can’t believe we held it for that long and nearly wet ourselves for no reason!” Black Hanekawa complained, “You were so sure we needed to rush, but really we could’ve taken our time and found a bathroom!” Well, Hanekawa laughed as she found this news out, I had no way of knowing. After all, I don’t know everything. I just know what I know. End
  14. This is a true account of an experience I had recently, only the names have been changed. A couple of weeks ago I attended a ‘team get together’ with my work colleagues, held at a large conference venue. Rather than drive and face the morning rush hour traffic, I decided to take the train. I arrived at the venue at around 9am and enjoyed chatting with colleagues, some who I hadn’t seen since before the pandemic, and others I was meeting for the first time. One of those I met for the first time was a new joiner to my team, a petite and attractive Chinese lady in her mid 20s who I’ll call Xueying for the sake of anonymity. She seemed quite shy at first, but was very friendly and polite as we chatted, and I learned that she was a recent university graduate and had recently moved to the UK as part of her graduate training scheme with the company. The meeting was scheduled to last all morning, with various team-building activities and updates from the managers who had travelled from the German headquarters to be there. There was free tea, coffee, juice and water on offer and I helped myself to several drinks, and I noticed that Xueying did the same. My bladder began to fill gradually over the morning and by around 11am I was starting to need to pee fairly badly, hoping that a short comfort break would be offered, but none came. Instead, we were moving around from table to table in small groups, introducing ourselves to the various visiting managers and asking them questions. This activity lasted until around midday, by which time I was bursting to go. We had 5 minutes in which to put together a short presentation in our groups to explain to everyone something interesting we had discussed with each manager, although I noticed that a few colleagues took the opportunity to dash out of the room to find a toilet. One rather frantic, red-faced woman practically sprinted out of the room at this point, almost running into someone in the doorway in her haste to get to a loo! Unfortunately for me, I didn’t get chance for a loo break, as I was working with a colleague on the presentation. I noticed that Xueying, who was sitting at the next table, didn’t leave the room either. She was sitting with her legs crossed, bouncing her foot, and I had seen her glance towards the door a couple of times. Like me, she was probably needing to pee rather badly by now, but probably felt it would be rude to excuse herself during a task. After a few minutes, each group started to give their presentations, which went on far too long and by now I was starting to get very impatient and fidgety. I was absolutely desperate for a pee! I glanced at Xueying as she uncrossed her legs and crossed them again, biting her lip as she glanced up at the clock. Once the presentations were finally over, I really hoped that the meeting would be ending so I could finally go for a piss. Unfortunately for me, there was a surprise announcement that one of the managers was retiring, and he stood up and gave a long, rambling speech which just seemed to go on and on. I sat there trying to pay attention, gritting my teeth and trying my hardest to sit still and look interested. Xueying was sitting just in front of me right in my eyeline, and I could tell that she was struggling too. She kept shifting around in her seat, trying to get comfortable, alternating between sitting leaning back in her chair with her legs tightly crossed, to uncrossing her legs and sitting up straight, bouncing her knee and sometimes crossing her ankles under her chair. I couldn’t see her face as she was facing away from me towards the person giving the speech, but I noticed her giving frequent glances at her phone or towards the clock on the wall, probably thinking the exact same thing that I was – ‘hurry up and finish so I can go for a wee!’. Finally, at long last, our manager finished up his speech and we all applauded. We then had to sit through a (thankfully) very short speech from the CIO, before the meeting was finally concluded and we were free to leave. The presentations and speeches had gone on for almost an hour, and it was now nearly 1pm. I was absolutely dying to use the toilet, my bladder now extremely full. I had not actually relieved myself since waking up at 6am that morning, and was really looking forward to finally having chance to go. However, most people were still standing around chatting and wishing the manager well for his retirement. I didn’t want to just rush off and leave, so I joined in with a few conversations, trying my best to hide my need. I ended up standing next to Xueying, who was standing with her legs crossed and looking rather uncomfortable, not saying much. I had a feeling that she was dying to escape and find the loo, but wanted to make a good impression rather than just rushing out. She had mentioned to me earlier that she had taken a train from the city centre to get to the conference venue, so I asked her if she wanted to share a cab to the train station, which she agreed to. We eventually left the meeting room with a few others, heading down the stairs towards the entrance and reception area. As we reached the bottom of the stairs, I glanced around and noticed the entrance to the bathrooms, starting to walk towards them. Xueying was a few steps in front of me and was also headed towards them, only to stop and say ‘Oh’ quietly, barely loud enough for me to hear. There was a sign on the Ladies toilet which read ‘CLOSED FOR CLEANING’, but the Men’s toilets (which was right next to them) appeared to still be open. She gave a little sigh of frustration and turned to me. ‘How long until the taxi gets here?’ she asked casually. She was clearly disappointed that she had not been able to use the loo, but seemed to be trying hard not to show it. I checked the Uber app on my phone, and she stood next to me, watching closely. ‘There’s one about a minute away’ I replied, showing her. She studied the screen for a moment then asked. ‘Will they pick us up right outside?’ she asked, looking towards the exit. ‘Yeah, looks like it’ I said, inspecting the pick-up point on the app. She glanced towards the bathroom entrance again, then back to me. ‘OK, shall we go and wait?’ she asked, taking a few steps towards the entrance and looking at me expectantly. I found myself in a rather awkward situation. I was absolutely desperate to piss having just spent 4 hours stuck in a meeting room, and really badly wanted to use the toilet before setting off on the journey home. However, I felt like it would be quite rude to make Xueying wait for me, knowing that she was probably just as desperate. I was also far too embarrassed to admit to her that I needed to go. After all, if she could manage the long journey home without going for a wee first, then why couldn’t I!? Of course, she had the option of waiting until the cleaner had finished or trying to find another bathroom, but this would mean admitting to me that she wanted to use the loo, which she was clearly too shy to do. We walked out of the exit doors and waited for the taxi together, and it arrived not long after. We got held up in some temporary traffic lights and it took around 15-20 minutes to get to the station. We spent most of the journey chatting politely, both trying to mask our discomfort. I did notice Xueying wince and shift in her seat each time the taxi bounced over a speed bump. After we arrived at the station, I noticed that the next train to the city centre was about to leave in just a couple of minutes and we had to hurry to the platform. We got held up trying to get through the ticket barrier as Xueying’s ticket wasn’t opening it, so had to find a member of the station staff to help. We then had to rush across the length of the station and down the stairs towards the platform, and I had to grit my teeth as my very full bladder was jolted around. As we got to the platform, I couldn’t see the train waiting and thought that we’d missed it, but then I noticed that it had been delayed by a few minutes. We stood and waited, taking a moment to get our breath back. I glanced around, hoping to find a bathroom nearby on the platform, but couldn’t see one. Xueying would sometimes pace slowly a few feet down the platform, stopping to cross her legs tightly as she looked up at the screen to see how long we still had to wait, before pacing back towards me. She also wandered further down the platform once or twice, looking around, and I guessed that she was trying to find a bathroom as well. I had a feeling that the bathrooms were right by the station entrance before the ticket barriers, and we had been in such a rush to get to the platform that we had hurried straight past them. She seemed to be trying very, very hard not to let on to me that she needed the loo, and I was also trying my hardest to maintain my composure in front of her. The train eventually arrived and we got on, and thankfully it was quiet so there were plenty of places to sit. We sat opposite each other, by the window, and chatted as the train departed. It was a 40 minute journey to the station, and it was one of the most desperate and uncomfortable train journeys of my life. My bursting bladder was pressing snugly against my waistband and I kept having to discretely shift in my seat, struggling to find a comfortable position to sit in. I longed to undo my waistband or hold myself, but with Xueying sitting directly opposite me, I knew that I just had to try and sit still and try my best to concentrate on our conversation. I knew that Xueying was having the same problem, of course, and I pretended not to notice each time she pressed her hands down into her lap, jiggling her legs and biting her lip. Several times I leaned over and glanced up and down the aisle, hoping to see any sign that there was a toilet nearby. I even considered excusing myself to go and search for one, but I had a feeling that there weren’t any onboard the train. I noticed Xueying also glancing down the aisle a few times, and wondered if she was thinking about going to look for a loo as well, but she stayed in her seat. She could hardly sit still, and was squirming around uncomfortably in her seat even more than I was, crossing and uncrossing her legs with her hand wedged between her upper thighs, unable to stay in one position for longer than a couple of minutes. We passed station after station, and progress was frustratingly slow. We stopped at a station just before our actual stop, with a very similar name. Xueying muttered 'Finally' and began to stand up, and I had to remind her that we had one more stop to go, and she apologised and quickly sat down again, looking very embarrassed and frustrated. After what felt like an age, the train began to slow down as the announcement came over the speakers that we were about to reach the main station in the city centre. We both had to sit there for a few more long, frustrating minutes until we finally pulled in. I’m sure that, by now, Xueying had noticed my discomfort and probably knew exactly why I was so fidgety. I caught her glancing down at my crotch a couple of times as I squirmed around in desperation, but she was too polite to mention anything. We both stood up and grabbed our bags as the train pulled into the stop. Although Xueying lived only about 15 minutes’ walk away, I still had to catch one more train to reach my local station. I had already checked on my phone and knew that I had a 10 minute wait, and was planning to make a quick stop at the toilets on the walk to the platform, after saying goodbye to her. As we got off the train, I realized that the platform I needed was actually just a bit further down from the platform we were already on, and I mentioned this to Xueying. To my surprise, she said that she would stay with me while I waited for the train. I replied that she didn’t have to, but she said that she didn’t mind keeping me company and waiting with me! We continued chatting as I waited for my train to arrive. I could hardly keep my composure as we stood and waited on the busy platform, shifting my weight subtly from foot to foot and jiggling slightly, absolutely longing to piss. Xueying also seemed to be really struggling and seemed to be barely disguising a ‘really need a wee’ dance, crossing and uncrossing her legs and stepping from foot to foot as discretely as she could manage. I was very, very tempted to admit my predicament and ask if we could go and find the closest toilets, but something stopped me. I don’t know if it was shyness, or professionalism, or some kind of sense of pride that if she could make it home without a pee break, then so could I. Now, if this was a fictional omorashi story, this would probably be the part where I’d write that neither of us could hold on any longer and spectacularly wet ourselves on the busy platform, or she invited me back to hers and we both continued holding for hours and teasing each other while denying ourselves relief. Unfortunately, the real ending is far less interesting! My train arrived on time, I said goodbye to Xueying, and I had to endure an extremely desperate 8 minute journey to my local station where I hurried off the train and rushed straight into the disgusting station toilets just outside the station entrance. They smelt so bad that I almost turned around and walked straight back out again without relieving myself, but I was so desperate that I had no choice but to hold my breath as I enjoyed a very long, gushing, desperate piss into the filthy urinal! I can only imagine Xueying’s frantic walk home before rushing into her apartment building, pee dancing in the elevator before unlocking her door, dashing to her bathroom and throwing herself onto the toilet just in time, moaning with relief as she finally had the wee that she’d been holding for hours!
  15. I couldn’t not watch her! What are you supposed to do when you are somewhere in public and the person sitting right opposite you is doing something that seriously turns you on? I mean to anyone else she might as well be sitting naked twiddling her nipples…but to me what she was doing was every bit as enticing and amazing. I’d seen her at least a few times before. I assume she works in the city too because we get the same commuter train most days and I’ve spotted her in the sane carriage as me now lots. She’s always very smartly dressed in suit dresses or blouse and skirt and that gorgeous long brown hair that today is half tied back in a plait but with half of it still loose. I’m guessing she’s mid to late thirties but as no-one talks to strangers on trains I don’t even know her name let alone her age. But one thing I do now know, and which is making it impossible to take my eyes off her, is that she really needs to go to the bathroom but she can’t. How do I know this? Well I started having suspicions back at the platform. I was standing not far from the escalator when I saw her out the corner of my eye. As the announcement came over the tannoy that the train was delayed I noticed she wasn’t standing still like most of the rest of us and pacing a bit. Perhaps she was tired or late or had had a long day? It did cross my mind she just might need the loo but I am guilty of thinking that, of woman especially it has to be said, a little too often. Then the train came and she climbed on and sat opposite me gazing out the window with her legs crossed. Again that might have just been comfort or feeling a little cold or whatever so I tried hard not to overthink it. That was until we set off and we hadn’t even reached the first station when she shuffled on her seat and then crossed her legs the other way. That peaked my interest as she most definitely seemed restless and anxious about something. Her eyes then seemed to shift from the window to inside the carriage. With all the seats taken and a number of people standing I thought she might be looking for someone but instead of looking at the people she appeared to be looking at signs on the train itself and I noticed she had her top lip over her bottom one like she was worried or thinking hard about something. In all the times I’d recalled seeing her before she’d never seemed this anxious or agitated. Whatever she was looking for she seemed to decide against it and instead resumed looking out the window but now with an arm around her tummy. Was she feeling hungry or unwell? Her cheeks did seem a little flushed now I could see them. She almost caught me looking so I immediately looked away and down at my feet. That’s when I noticed her feet. Although her legs were crossed the foot on the floor was actually moving and the black heeled shoes were bouncing up and down slightly constantly. I think that was the moment I realised I was right after all: this female stranger in front of me was nursing a full bladder. The reaction that had on me was instant and somewhat embarrassing on a public train! We passed a few stations with more people getting off than on and the standing passengers slowly getting less and less. She sat there tense and tightly crossed legged with her legs showing and her skirt now above her knees and the arm that was around her tummy now resting on her thigh rubbing it slowly like she might have cramp or something. After another few stops the person beside her got off and only one person remained standing, by choice as there was now a few empty seats available. She uncrossed her legs at this point and wriggled as if trying to get comfortable. I didn’t want to stare but I was captivated by her every move now wondering when she might have last had that skirt lifted up or her knickers pulled down and her bottom on a toilet. Had she had to hold perhaps for a full day at work or maybe through long meetings? Had she drank much throughout the day? It wasn’t helping my own body much at all and I was getting anxious that my body might get me into trouble if I wasn’t careful. Then the train seemed to halt for a bit. This wasn’t of itself that unusual and rarely lasted long. Usually just a red signal or something and very common since the train was running a bit later than scheduled. In the quietness of the carriage I heard her give a little sigh before shaking a leg a little and changing position yet again. Now her hand was patting on her upper leg rhythmically as her eyes darted around the train again anxiously. Something was clearly really stressing her! Then we both jumped at the noises of a door clanging shut as I turned to see the ticket inspector coming through. I got my ticket out my pocket, feeling my erect penis and hoping no-one else would notice it as the female in front of me rummaged in her handbag by her feet for her ticket. As she pulled her head back up I couldn’t help but see her eyes looked concerned, anxious, worried. She pushed her thighs together and sighed again. When the ticket inspector reached us that’s when I finally heard what my body longed for when a beautiful female voice in front of me quietly asked the train employee if there was a toilet on board. I knew it! She must be absolutely bursting because her cheeks were so red and even her neck was blotching with the embarrassment of asking. “Sorry mam. It’s out of order but there should be some at the station you can use.” I had to turn towards the windows so that my throbbing erect dick didn’t bulge out my trousers! She never said anything back as I heard the conductor walk on by. Should I say something? It’s not really the thing on public transport and given how seriously aroused I now was that probably wasn’t a good idea anyway. So for the next twenty minutes I got to watch this beautiful professional woman struggle to hold her bladder in public! She must have known I’d heard her ask? Or maybe she just really needed to go so much now? Whatever it was things seemed to change from subtle to far more obvious very quickly. I watched her fidget, twirl her hair anxiously, bounce her legs, scissor her knees in and out, cross and uncross her legs, wrap her arm around her bladder area, sit back on the seat then on the edge of the seat, sit sideways, then forwards, then facing the windows again. She changed position that often I lost track of it all, all the time her cheeks staying flushed, her forehead sweating, her hands and legs moving around like she didn’t know what to do with them! We hadn’t stayed stationary long and now we were chug chugging steadily towards what was my destination. For once though I didn’t want to get off the train because I needed to know what might happen to her. Would she make it to a station toilet or not? The rational part of my mind took over though and as we approached the stop before mine I gathered my bag ready to stand, only to notice the lady do the same! I stood at the doors ready to get off as she pee danced right beside me her shoes tapping loudly on the train floor. Now I was sweating too! Our eyes met and with the train much more quieter I felt I should say something as it seemed awkward not to. “You ok?” “No! You don’t happen to know if there’s a ladies at this station? I’m meant to be going to Oakdale but I can’t wait any longer!” “They are by the main entrance by the ticket office.” “Is it far?” As I pressed for the doors to open and we stepped out together I replied. “Up those stairs then turn right. You should see them signposted.” I kept walking but then she seemed to disappear. I looked behind me to see her struggling to walk, her hand on the front of her crotch as she bent forwards. I couldn’t leave her. I couldn’t be that cruel. I walked back towards her hearing her almost crying. “Is it bad?” She nodded making my dick shake with desire. I looked around the platform checking for cameras as I had an idea. “If you can’t make it to the ladies you could maybe go behind that huge advertisement board there?” She nodded again and hobbled towards it. I didn’t know if I should walk away or wait or what, my hard on so thick and large in my jeans I thought the material might rip! “Keep watching please!” I heard her sexy voice say so I walked quickly to the board and stood at the side. I didn’t dare look, as much as I wanted to, but the sound alone made my heart beat so fast I had to hold the board to steady myself. Never in my life have I heard anyone pee so much! The wizzing and whooshing and splashing against the grass just kept going and going and going as this professional lady in her blouse and black skirt and heeled shoes sighed like the weight of the world had just been lifted off her. The next thing she walked past me rubbing her skirt down casually and smiling back at me. “Thanks. Never been so bursting to go in my entire life! There’s busses to Oakdale from the main road isn’t there?” I nodded, unable to form words, as I headed for the car park and the privacy of my car. As I say she may as well have stripped off and sat naked opposite me she turned me on so much. How can any man not find a bursting woman a turn on? More to the point how could anyone hold that much pee in? The thought of how bursting she was right in front of me made driving home so difficult and before I even had my anorak hung up I had to unzip my jeans and cum. I barely stroked before exploding too. Not surprising considering how long I’d been watching her and hearing how long and hard she peed for! I hope she’s on my train again sometime and whatever circumstances got her that desperate just happen to arise again. A man can dream can’t he?
  16. He wouldn’t stop watching me! It had been one of those days, the end of the financial year and meeting after meeting to conclude projects and discuss new ones, reconfigure teams, printing spreadsheets and finalising contracts. Absolutely non stop, fuelled by endless tea and coffee, pizza delivered to the office to celebrate a new deal and everyone wanting me like never before. It wasn’t until I walked out the door rushing to catch my train home that I realised I hadn’t stopped once, even for the loo. I never use public toilets, especially those horrid tiny ones on trains. The journey home is about 40 minutes and I was sure I would just about manage it. Standing still heading up the escalator to the platform though I was very aware that my bladder was full, the waistband of my suit skirt feeling too tight and uncomfortable. Having had to stand still for those few minutes on the moving escalator I was so glad to be free onto the platform and move more. Usually, of course, I am as restrained as the next person and remain stoically frozen to the spot in silence waiting to board, but today I paced a little anxiously waiting to sit down and cross my legs and try to forget how badly I needed to wee. I never go all day at work without at least one toilet break. How I had managed it today is anyone’s guess! I was so grateful to get a seat, even if I was surrounded by men on every side of me, right beside me, opposite and diagonal. I crossed my legs tightly trying to think of anything but my bladder and looked out the window aimlessly. The minute or so before the doors closed felt so long and the tiny jolt of the train as we set off made my bladder spasm, so much so I had to quickly change position and recross my legs the other way. Maybe I needed to reconsider my opinion of train toilets? I looked around the carriage wondering where the toilet might even be thinking of wether to risk the possibility of losing my seat by trying to find it or just wait it out. In the end the embarrassment of trying to find a loo was too much and I quickly dismissed that idea and returned to looking out the window. Maybe I was imagining it but the man opposite seemed like he was watching me? I hoped not. He was rather nice looking and I bit my lip in embarrassment hoping he couldn’t tell how full my bladder was and how much I really needed to find a bathroom right then. By the time we’d reached the second stop I could feel my very full bladder bouncing around. It ached; a dull constant ache urging me to pee soon. I nursed it with my arm feeling it rock hard against me as my tightly crossed legs helped me keep my throbbing urethra closed and my tapping foot kept enough movement to remind my body it absolutely wasn’t the right time to pee right now. At least that man definitely wasn’t staring at me now as his eyes were on the floor for once. Hopefully he couldn’t see my flushed cheeks and lip biting. This journey just wasn’t going quick enough! I was bursting and couldn’t stop thinking just how much liquid I’d unknowingly consumed throughout the day. At least we were steadily making progress, though the pressure in my body was now constant and it was getting harder and harder to sit still. Crossing my legs wasn’t enough but there wasn’t enough room on the cramped seat to do anything else. I desperately wanted to press my crotch hard with my hand but that was simply impossible so I had to resign myself instead to rubbing the top of my thigh trying to deflect my senses from the throbbing want between my legs to my thigh instead. It wasn’t really working though and I was so tense my back was starting to ache now and my teeth were clenched. Finally the train stopped again and at long last the larger male beside me got off giving me freedom to move more. I immediately uncrossed my legs and wriggled trying to find a comfortable position but really struggling. I couldn’t recall ever having to go as badly! The man opposite was still there and it felt like he was eyeing me up though I didn’t risk looking properly for fear our eyes might meet. The train pulled away from the platform to yet another train tannoy reminding us that the train was a few minutes late and thanking us for our patience. If only they knew how much I was struggling to be patient right now! Then the most awful thing happened and the train suddenly stopped! I couldn’t stop myself from gasping quietly in horror. I couldn’t afford any further delays right now. I was barely hanging on as it was, my leg shaking because I was struggling so much as I wriggled yet again hoping the poor gent in front of me wasn’t aware of what was going on in my body right then. I I looked everywhere other than at him using every ounce of my concentration to hold onto my pee, my hand now patting my thigh constantly impatiently. I had to pee so badly! ‘Come on train move would you’, I thought. I suddenly jumped, as did the good looking man in front of me, as an internal door banged shut and I saw the ticket inspector coming through. Oh God no! My ticket was in my purse in my hand bag which was at my feet. I delayed getting it as long as possible knowing what bending forwards might do. I was right because as I bent forwards into my bag I felt that first dribble escape and I clamped my thighs together urgently knowing I was not going to last the rest of the journey anymore. As much as it pained me to do so I was going to have to swallow my pride and ask the ticket inspector where the toilet was.I seriously couldn’t hold it back any longer! I could feel my cheeks redden and my neck burning as I quietly asked, praying that Mr handsome opposite couldn’t hear. The inspector wasn’t quiet though and I hated that little smirk he had when informing me that the toilet was out of order and I’d have to use one at the station. He’d seen my ticket so he knew exactly where I’m going. Did he really think if I could wait that long I’d go to all the bother of asking? Damn! What was I to do now? Well wether that guy had heard or not I couldn’t help but wriggle more, fidgeting around anxiously, scissoring my legs in and out, bouncing my legs, anything to just help me hold. He must know? This was so humiliating and embarrassing but I didn’t know what else to do. All I wanted was to be able to relax, release, get off the bloody train and get to a ladies RIGHT NOW! I could have actually cried as each station came and went and I was internally thinking ‘I’m almost losing it. Any minute now I’m going to have an accident!’ I couldn’t sit still, sitting right back in the seat tensely then having to cross my legs, only to uncross them, nursing my aching bladder and bouncing around. He was still there and I was sure now that he’d been watching me. He just wouldn’t stop looking at my twisting legs, my bloated bladder, my shaking shoes, the hair I was twirling anxiously with my fingers. Was he disgusted and as embarrassed as I was Who knew? The next station was announced and I decided rather suddenly that enough was enough. If I sat there any longer I was going to flood the place right in front of the stranger and so I grabbed my bag despite this next station not actually being my destination and I struggled towards the double doors horrified to suddenly notice the man opposite me was now standing right beside me! Oh God this was SO embarrassing and I couldn’t even stand still! He was even more attractive now he was standing up too. I was very clearly doing an ‘I need to pee’ dance gasping and struggling so much when suddenly our eyes met and he asked gently if I was ok. I wanted to yell at him that I clearly was anything but ok but I mustered as much professionalism as possible and asked quietly if he happened to know if the station had a ladies I could use. It HAD to! I was hanging on by the skin of my teeth and he had to be able to see that? I couldn’t even stand still at all, the noise of the heels of my shoes echoing right through the carriage compartment. He very kindly directed me but just the thought of now being so near seemed to make it suddenly worse as I bent forward and asked if they were far away. Even if they were right outside the train door when it opened I was beginning to think I still wouldn’t make it now. I’d been holding on for so long now that my poor vagina was quivering and I was shaking in need. I stepped off the train beside the man as he offered to show me the way. I did try to follow him but his steps were bigger, his pace quicker, his legs longer and I could barely move for fear I was about to pee everywhere. I was never going to make it. I physically couldn’t get there quick enough! Then he turned and seemed to come back towards me as I was bent forwards on the platform alone with a hand on the front of my skirt holding my crotch as best I could. As he approached I heard his voice asking if it was bad. For fucks sake it couldn’t have been worse if I had tried! I was leaking for God’s sake! I nodded shyly not able to actually tell him. I watched his face as he looked around anxiously before suggesting casually that I could pee behind this huge advertisement board on the side of the platform. I have never peed outside…well not for many many years anyway…but this was a dire emergency and I had no other choice. I hobbled behind the board shouted at the stranger to keep watch for me. As I struggled to pull my skirt up and tights and knickers down he appeared to be watching me again before suddenly looking away as if ashamed or…was he hard? Surely not? Fuck I couldn’t think straight as I breathed in and out quickly as my body poured out urine thick and fast as it splashed between my legs making a huge puddle. I couldn’t stop even though it felt like I was hovering there for forever as my poor huge bladder emptied on and on. All I could think about now was that clear swelling I could see in his trousers. Finally the whooshing and whizzing eased to a few spurts that splashed cheekily and I shook and pulled up my underwear and tights using my hands to straighten my skirt down as I stepped over the running puddle I had just made and walked past the stranger keeping guard. I was so much more relaxed now as I commented walking past how I’d never been so bursting in all my life. He didn’t reply as he walked behind me trying to catch up. I smiled back asking if there were buses to Oakdale from the main road noticing he was very flushed looking but had a huge smile he couldn’t hide. He nodded back and then briskly headed towards the car park as I saw a bus approaching and ran to catch it. It wasn’t far on the bus to home and as I stared out the window I couldn’t stop thinking about the stranger on the train who didn’t stop watching me the whole train journey as I squirmed and fidgeted right in front of him. He was so kind and helpful and understanding and extremely good looking. I was sure I had seen him in the same carriage as me before too. How I’d really love to see him again soon. A girl can dream right?
  17. Geist

    train trouble

    Let's hope her destonation isn't too far away
  18. 2nd stab at this writing thing ...I wrote out a fecking novel earlier and then accidentally deleted it. Argh! Years back, before I knew how much I liked this omo thing or thought I only liked it but for the wrong reasons...I had an accident. Took the train into NYC w a great girlfriend, Peg. We are the same age but look nothing alike. In heels I am a chonky 6'0 tall pale blonde amazon built like a brick shit house and she is 5'0 tall on a good day with cropped dark hair, olive skin, big inky black eyes, a small almost boyish body and tons of tattoos. She is my "smart " friend. The one I go to debate religion and philosophy and politics and love over too much wine late at night. But not that day. Kids that grew up in the tri-state area KNOW that if you take the train to the city you pre party. So we each had a Dr. Pepper spiked with dark rum and a 20oz bottle of water. Typically, she did not drink her water while I gulped them both down. I am pretty much ALWAYS gonna say yes to something to wet my whistle. This is not omo related, I've always been this way. However, it is one of the things about me that I think made this kink take hold- how often I'm just hydrated to the gills ALWAYS.If I have less than 3L in a day I can feel it in mah bones! But, I digress... So we took the train into the city one mild early May Saturday night. I wore dark jeans, a slightly rumpled white men's Oxford tucked in with the collar popped and the buttons undone showing my bright red lacey bra and a pair of bright electric blue suede mid heel pumps. Delicate gold jewelry, a high ponytail and a pop of bright lip. Peg, my gf, was in all black- sleeveless concert tee, black leggings, black moto boots and a black wool porkpie hat. Always in that fucking hat btw! We thought we'd have time for dinner and a cab but we only had time for a cab and there were NONE to be had. So, we started walking. If you get away from the major tourist areas , it's much easier. So we headed west hoping to catch something uptown. And we did! A pedi cab! Never have I ever! But she stuck her little hand up in the air and flagged that thing down and away we went. It was exhilarating. We kept telling him to go faster and faster until we rolled up in front of The Beacon Theatre with the radio blasting and he made a big show of helping us out and kissing our hand as we alit. We gave him ALLLLL the tips and people clapped. I love moments like that. We had SOME time to kill so we popped into the bar next to the theater. Drinks are a lot cheaper and come faster in a bar. So we each had 2 vod sods and a glass of water. I made her drink hers. Then back to the theater. One of those GORGEOUS art nouveau jewel box theaters that are disappearing. Some guys stopped to comment on how we are exact opposites, physically. We get that a LOT. Especially when people think we are lovers. Eye roll. But, we let them buy us a shot and then found our seats. The show was Jesse Malin , a LES fixture and we ADORE him. It isn't really sitting music but nobody around me was standing and so I stayed seated too but danced in my chair. Didn't take long til I realized I had to pee and now I was pee pee dancing in my chair too. About half way through the show I leaned down to Peg and told her I had to pee. She agreed , her too, and we decided as soon as the show was over I would bolt for the door and use my size to push my way to the front and grab a spot on the ladies room line. We do this a lot. If we need to get somewhere, I lead the charge, pushing through. I'm the one we ladies look for if we get separated. No gal gets left behind! Lol. So we have our pee plan and I chill out, just grooving. But then, an encore. Wait for it...3 encores! I watched people leave and thought to myself that should make the bathroom line better. A hahahahahahaha. Hahahahaha. So naive 🤗 The lines were wrapped down the hall and down the stairs. We got on one but after 15 minutes it had barely moved so we decided to go find a late dinner and pee there. That neighborhood has some GREAT indie dining so we picked some authentic tapas joint that was ready to close but said we could sit if we ordered NOW. So we ordered before we even sat down and then went to our table. And the phone rings. It's Pegs babysitter. Her daughter is sick and we gotta JET.Ok, cancel the dinner order and let's get to the train station asap. We were gonna take the last train home in the early morning but instead we now had about half an hour. Still, no cabs. So we set out on foot. A bit of a trot/ power walk. In heels. Torture. Limping. We caught a cab about half way there and rode to the station. As we are getting out of the cab we synchronize our watches, so to speak. I will pee, she will buy us water and gummy bears and we will meet at the gate. And then the phone rings again. This time it's her soon to be ex husband freaking out that she isn't at home and the kid is sick. Never mind where is HE? GRRRRRR. I'd heard that argument too many times and it pissed me off so I wandered away, up to the side of Penn Station, near an entrance I don't normally use. I was about 100 feet from her, watching, and holding my crotch bc now that we had made the station in time my adrenaline had died down and I had to PEEEEEEEEEE. That always happens. If I get distracted enough the need to go disappears. Poof! So now I'm standing there, grabbing my crotch, pushing the pee back up and in,staring at the building wall, very self conscious, feet dancing about. I hadn't successfully had a public accident yet. Some close calls. But not the real deal. I was terrified. But the hold was so obvious. So I kinda waddled over to the door to look inside. I couldn't see a bathroom and didn't know where they were by that door and she was still yelling on the phone. So I waddled back to my spot, scared to open my legs much to walk. Checked the time. We were now cutting it very close. "Peg!" I yelled. She turned. I pointed to the watch I wasn't wearing and indicated the time. She nodded and held up her pointer...asking for more time. I nodded, miserable and groaning. And then I felt a leak. I gasped and turned back to my wall. Another leak. Another. I looked down and my shoes were stained a little and a tiny puddle had formed and was running down hill. And that puddle was growing as my bladder now just gave up the fight and I stood there, hiding my face in the wall as I emptied my bladder and watched it spill out into traffic between my feet and down the slightly crooked sidewalk. Omg, could anybody see? It's dark but well lit there. Cops everywhere. Was I gonna get arrested? Omg, that just happened! This was unbearable. I was mortified, men everywhere and they always STARE. I'd had enough. I marched over there, grabbed her arm and said " come on, now Peg" and she finally hung up. We darted inside. I lectured her about her shitty hubs as we ran and she asked me about having to pee. When we saw that our train was close to done boarding I told her I can wait to pee til we get on the train. Great. Run! Run! I had to take my heels off and run on that skanky floor. Shudder. And we barely made it. Full train, lots of dude bros on their way back from a country concert at the Garden. Ugh. I feel so self conscious around basic dudes. They are not my demo and I am not theirs. Double decker, packed train. We had to walk a lot of cars before we found a place to sit. I was behind Peg, and she couldn't see my face burning with shame as we marched past that entire train of people. Trains have such garish bright light and now my shame was on full display. We plopped down in our seats, facing each other and she finally noticed my pants. She asked when that happened. I tell her when she was on the phone. She apologized and then told me it happened to her all the time when she was pregnant. For some reason, this actually helped to make me feel a little better. She decided to go find the bathroom. She still hadn't peed but she also hadn't had nearly as much fluid as I had. She came back after a long while and explained that everyone on this train is wasted and that the bathroom is at the exact opposite end of the train. My bladder was full again so with an ,"Ugh" off I went. I found the bathroom and tried to pull the handle. Locked. Fuck. Does anybody else feel like immediately after an accident they need to have another one asap? Cuz that def happens to me. So I stepped to the side and waited. And waited. And waited. The pressure building, almost painful now. And my wet jeans were rubbing against my clit and I don't wear panties with jeans so...I had a lot of sensations down there and it was mildly erotic but I don't think I had identified that yet. But I did have to go again. Badly. I was back in pain, doubled over but now brightly lit trying to act nonchalant. Standing , arm wrapped around my middle,over in the little vestibule where people detrain and I could feel the leaks starting again. And then I just BURST. My jeans had started to dry a little but were still very damp and cold. And now they were hot again. I could hear the puddle dribbling down the stairs behind me, onto the steps, steep steps, loud. Holy shit. A lot of spill bc by then my jeans were super saturated. And then the bathroom door opened and the world's frailest woman came out and saw me. But I don't think she saw that I was wetting myself in the shadow. I managed a feeble half smile bc apparently even mid accident I am still polite 🤷 So, I finished peeing there, worried if I tried for the bathroom before I was done I would leave pee where people were. So I finished then dashed for the bathroom. Maybe it's not so bad, I thought. And then I looked at myself and heartily laughed aloud. I was a MESS. It was so obvious. It was up my back by now. I took a couple pics. I wish I still had those. Then I washed my hands, gave myself a pep talk and marched back out there. I put my head high, my shoulders back and my snottiest " I fucking DARE you to step to me" face and started walking back. It never fails... Only, something was different now. I wasn't ashamed anymore. Now that there was no way I could hide it, I decided to own it. And now I started putting a little wiggle in my step. Because...I liked it. I wanted a man to stare at my ass as I strut by, eye level, and then see that it was soaked and know what I did and that I wasn't embarrassed about it. Yes, I did this. This happened to me. Now what? I wanted him to think about how I got like that or even better how damp my pantiless ass was in my jeans, all white and round. I slowed my strut, really putting some hip into it, feeling myself. Kinda tingly. What was happening to me? What was THIS emotion? Minutes ago I was mortified, burning in shame and now I was...smug? How can I feel both at the same time? I sat back down and Peg was oblivious bc I was already wet when she last saw me. She fell asleep almost immediately while I sat there, squirming on my seam so that it rubbed my clit , watching the dark world go by out the window, smiling to myself. In retrospect , I'm thinking for the first time, that's probably when I caught the omo bug. I was on my own. I hadn't planned it. My previous experiences with Mike had maybe helped prime me for what to do if an accident happened. It had made the option acceptable in my mind, rewired my brain a bit. Prior to him I hadn't given any thought to wetting my pants, privately or publicly. This was for me only with me and I was almost high off of it. I was buzzing from the thrill and sensations. I came so hard when I got home that night😘
  19. 464 downloads

    A variety of scenarios involving women getting felt up, fingered, and harassed in various outfits and settings, leading to leaky 'climaxes' - There are 8 hours here people, so something for everyone. Enjoy, Rach
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  20. View File JAV - NHDTB-606 - Leaking and peeing from Chikan A variety of scenarios involving women getting felt up, fingered, and harassed in various outfits and settings, leading to leaky 'climaxes' - There are 8 hours here people, so something for everyone. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 01/06/2022 Category JAV Collections  
  21. Today I will take a very long journey, more than 11 hours from home to my destination. In particular, 2 hours on the first train, 2 hours waiting the second train (spending this time with a friend), 7 hours on the second train and a final 15/20 minutes walking. I usually never use the toilet on the trains, so I will try to hold it for the whole journey, but it won't be easy this time and everything could happen. If someone is interested I can write updates every now and then
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    So y'all know those JAV's where someone is harassed on a train, and eventually wets themselves (among other things)? Well this is like one of those, except the people involved have set up a 'fake train' in a living room....Maybe they are practicing? Anyhow, it's fun and there is wetting involved, so enjoy 🙂 Rach
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  23. View File JAV - Simulated Train Chikan Wetting So y'all know those JAV's where someone is harassed on a train, and eventually wets themselves (among other things)? Well this is like one of those, except the people involved have set up a 'fake train' in a living room....Maybe they are practicing? Anyhow, it's fun and there is wetting involved, so enjoy 🙂 Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 12/22/2021 Category JAV Collections  
  24. Should we tell or just let it be? Thanks to Aisoi for the art

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