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  1. its been a while since ive posted I know but thought id bring you this. its my favourite video of all time. was removed from the only site it was on years ago and found it today buried in the back of my folders !!!ENJOY!!! tights.m4v
  2. Hi! I have recently created two interactive pee holding challenges, I thought some of you might like them ;) So the main difference to many others you can find online is that they are using flash player to control the flow of the challenge, so that you cannot skip tasks or do them quicker than a specified time :) And you don't know what is going to be the next one ;) Here are the links (they are hosted on the website called milovana.com, they have this specific software that allows to make these flash 'teases' as they call them there): 1. Pee Holding Challenge this one is pretty straightforward, but it is not easy to finish! 2. Pee Holding Adventure: London this is a harder one, it has more than 50 scenes you may go through and a rather windy storyline, so in principle you might get to the toilet very quick or it may take you ages ;) It all depends on your choices and luck! I hope you will enjoy these! JJ
  3. holditin

    A Policewoman Piss

    Collie Winters walked into the Newport County Police Station one July afternoon, ready for her first day at her new job. Months of training had been successfully completed, and Collie was ready to become the newest member of the Newport County Police Department. All she had to do was fill out a few pieces of formal paperwork tonight, and tomorrow her on the job training would begin! She strode up to the front desk to introduce herself, but just then a buxom female cop came out from a back room and began talking to the receptionist behind that very desk. “Another day at the office finally done!” the cop told the receptionist, “And not a moment too soon. I’ve been bursting for the pot for hours now.” The receptionist nodded, “I can tell Bev! Looks like you’re about to spring a leak!” She pointed to the woman officer’s lower abdomen, where a distinct bladder bulge could be seen peeking out over the top of her tight black uniform pants. Collie Winters couldn’t help but stare as she saw that bulge. A closeted lesbian, as well as a girl with a very big bladder fetish, Collie was both astounded and incredibly turned on by the sight. She dropped all pretense of walking up to the receptionist and simply continued to look on at the cop’s distended bladder. Her obvious staring did not go unnoticed by the other two women. “Hey Bev,” the receptionist said in a low voice, “I think you’ve found an admirer. Poor girl’s been salivating looking at your crotch for the last 30 seconds.” Bev nodded knowingly, replying, “Oh, I don’t think it’s my crotch she’s looking at.” The female cop rubbed her hands over her bladder for a moment, and the receptionist saw Collie twitch with excitement as she did. “Christ, you’re right! She’s in love with your bladder!” The receptionist hissed to Bev. “A girl after my own heart!” Bev agreed with a laugh, “Now watch her after this.” The woman officer walked calmly to the far side of the room, entered a door clearly marked as a female lavatory, and intentionally forgot to shut it. All of a sudden a loud hissing noise began to come from behind the door, as the cop was no doubt experiencing an amazingly relieving piss. Collie could feel her panties getting wetter and wetter, but it wasn’t from pee. Her face also turned beet red as she noticed the receptionist staring at her, and Collie quickly went up to her and began asking for the proper forms to fill out. Bev’s torrent continued unabated while Collie received the forms, and she was so weak at the knees that she could barely walk to a chair to sit and begin working on the forms. In fact, Bev’s stream might have continued until after Collie was done with the paperwork, except for the fact that the girl was unable to properly concentrate with the clattering sound of pee jetting into the side of the toilet bowl coming mere feet from her. After what seemed like an age to Collie but was probably a good five minutes, the sound finally trickled to a halt and the cop came out of the lavatory. She bade the receptionist a good night, walked past Collie, almost didn’t acknowledge her, but then turned and said, “I’ll see you tomorrow, rookie,” before leaving out the door. It took Collie Winters a very long time to complete the papers. The next morning at 7 am sharp, Collie Winters arrived at the station for her first day of training. With a glint in her eye, the receptionist told the girl that she’d be paired up with Beverly Johansson, an experienced female officer whom would surely teach the girl everything she needed to know. Collie gulped in surprise and excitement, wondering if it was indeed the same “Bev” from the previous evening. She needn’t have worried, as just then Bev herself walked into the station and approached her. “Seems they’ve got me showing you the ropes, kid. Don’t worry, you’ll do fine. Here, drink this and meet me by my squad car in 10 minutes. You can’t miss it. It’s the only one parked out back.” Beverly Johansson handed the new recruit a large coffee from a carrier she was holding. Three remained on it, and Beverly next passed one of them out to the receptionist. “See you soon,” the cop said, going into a back room with the remaining two coffees. Precisely 9 and a half minutes later the women reconvened at Beverly’s squad car. “Get in,” Beverly said, popping open the doors, and Collie sat down in the passenger seat. She noticed that Beverly still had the two coffees, and the officer placed both of them in between the seats and took her place behind the wheel. The confident copper picked up one of the coffees and promptly drained it, chugging for 30 seconds until it was empty, then tossed the container in the back. “Alright, we’ve got some different areas we need to hit today, so let’s get going.” Beverly said, peeling out of the parking lot. They went to a nearby parking lot and Officer Johansson showed Collie all the different radios and switches present on the inside of the squad car, all the while sipping at the second coffee. By 8 am they had gone over everything, and Beverly’s second coffee container now sat empty and crumpled in the backseat with the first. Naturally this meant it was time to stop at the local donut shop before continuing, and Beverly got three more coffees there, offering Collie one of them. She politely declined, never having been the biggest coffee drinker, and Officer Johansson replied, “Suit yourself,” and began working on her 3rd coffee of the day. After patrolling the streets for 2 hours, Beverly Johansson had finished all three large coffees, bringing her total for the day to 5. Collie was impressed, and was trying to keep her excitement about the predicament they would surely be causing the older woman’s bladder at bay. Beverly seemed to be on the same page, and addressed the issue that was on both of their minds, “Ok rookie. Now you’ll notice that I’ve drank a lot so far today. I like to keep myself properly hydrated throughout the course of the day, keep my energy up, the like. But one thing that I do not like to do, and that we certainly will not be doing, is making any pit stops. Catch my drift? Our male comrades may be able to just whip it out and take a twenty second stop at the side of the road, but you’ve gotta be extra tough to be a female cop. Luckily I’m very well-trained in this area, and all those coffees won’t be causing me any problems. But if you can’t hold it as well, you might find yourself doing a lot of leg crossing on this job.” “Sounds like you’ve got a bladder of steel,” Collie ventured nervously. She awaited the older cop’s response, and Beverly did not disappoint. “You’re right about that, kid. You know, my mother always used to joke that I should have been a banker, cause my bladder is like my own personal vault. It’s just that it holds gold liquid instead of gold bars. But make no mistake about it. Whether it’s working multiple shifts back to back, staying up all night, or being in an hours-long stakeout, my bladder remains shut.” They continued on for the rest of the day, with Beverly giving Collie a rundown of this and that, but all the while the older officer seemed to have a beverage attached to her. Whether it was the two sodas at their lunch stop or the four bottles of water in the afternoon, Beverly Johansson knew how to put away her drinks. And she was just as well-trained as she claimed to be, as Collie watched the waistband of Beverly’s pants get tighter and tighter throughout the day, her bladder expanding to outrageous proportions to contain all the liquid the cop had consumed. Finally at 6 at night, the squad car pulled into the police station’s parking lot, signaling the end of their shift. Beverly patted her bulging abdomen, telling the girl, “Now, there’s two things that make it a good day at the office for me. Getting to stretch my legs now that we’re done, and getting to take a good piss. Pees are something that middle school girls are desperate for 3 or 4 times a school day - tinkles if you will. But what I’m about to take is a policewoman piss.” With that, the two women entered the station, and Beverly made her way to the lavatory, distended abdomen and all, and, after chatting with the receptionist for a few minutes, took another of her 5 minute wets. The sound of it made Collie desperate to go herself, for she had not had one all day either and was starting to really need it, despite not having nearly as much to drink as the veteran cop, but she resisted the urge and decided to wait until she returned home, so that she could enjoy her full bladder a bit longer. This became a routine during the next month. Collie continued training under Beverly, learning the tricks of the trade, and all the while the older cop drank liters of fluid, kept from using the bathroom all day while out and on the job, and pissed gushers upon returning to the station. Once, near the end of their shift, Beverly had even chased down a petty thief with a swollen bladder. Due to the distraction, they ended up back at the station a half hour later than usual that night, and consequently Beverly’s piss took 5 and a half minutes instead of the usual 5. To Collie, every day at work became the epitome of excitement, watching Beverly consume huge quantities of beverages and refuse to stop for the bathroom, even when her protruding melon of a bladder made it quite obvious that she would enjoy a pit stop. But Beverly never appeared desperate to rid herself of her long-held waters, even the day she chased down that thief. And it made Collie sick with curiosity. She had to know the limit of her Beverly Johansson’s bladder! Finally it became too much for the young trainee to take. Regardless of the consequences, she had to know. And so one Sunday morning at 7 am Collie entered the Newport County Police Station with a pair of large coffees. One was for her, the other for Beverly. One was a regular coffee, but the other contained in it two dissolved diuretic pills. Collie gulped nervously as she saw Beverly come in a few minutes later, already clutching her carrier of four coffees, but there was no turning back for her now. “I got you some coffee, in case you wanted some extra,” Collie offered, gesturing to the diuretic-filled container. “Hey thanks! I knew you were useful for something,” Beverly joked. She gave one coffee from her carrier to the receptionist before replacing the empty spot with the tainted coffee. As she went into her office to prepare for the day, the female cop picked a coffee and began to drink, and Collie was astounded to note that it was the diuretic-filled one that she chose first! Collie was almost sweating with anticipation for the day to come, and couldn’t believe her plan had come together so easily, and without any sort of a hitch. Could the stubborn lady officer wait until the end of her shift as usual with the powerful diuretics making her kidneys pump ever-more liquid into her expansive bladder, or would she finally crack under the strain and take a pee while out? Collie honestly didn’t know, but she couldn’t wait to find out. They entered the squad car 15 minutes later to begin their day. Collie sipped delicately at her coffee, while Beverly had already drained two and was beginning a third. As they pulled out of the station, the young trainee made sure to get a lasting glance at Beverly’s midsection, to get a baseline to gauge her bladder’s progress throughout the day. It was slim and firm, but Collie knew that wouldn’t last. Their day continued as normal for a while, with Beverly Johansson gulping down her fourth coffee by 8:30 am and stopping for 2 more at the local donut shop. By 10 am the thirsty officer of the law had finished a total of 6 large coffees, including one laced with bladder-pumping diuretics, and the bulge of her bladder was obvious through her uniform. Still, it did not look much larger than normal, and Beverly was obviously showing no signs of having a problem holding the load. Collie was getting disheartened. Perhaps the diuretics hadn’t affected Beverly’s bladder at all. But as the hours progressed, it became clear that this was not the case. Beverly Johansson’s bladder began ballooning at a rapid rate as 11 am and noon came and went, and as the two women stopped for lunch at 1 pm, Collie couldn’t help but notice that Beverly’s bladder seemed as large as it was when she would relieve herself at the end of her shift. The experienced cop had shown no signs of the urge while in the squad car, but once out and on break for lunch, she finally commented, “Man, that coffee really went through me today! Feels like I’ve drunk twice as much as normal!” Collie nodded, but inside her mind was whirring as she realized there was a flaw in her plan. They had stopped at a local fast food joint for lunch, and of course there was nothing stopping Beverly from simply using the bathroom there, letting the diuretic fill her up again, and taking her normal pee after her shift. Collie desperately wanted to see her strong, commanding superior officer stretch herself to her limits, but at present Beverly Johansson had a way out…if she chose to use the fast food restaurant’s bathroom, that is. True to herself, Beverly ordered a large drink with her meal and began sucking it down. Collie marveled at the fact that she would still do that despite her growing pee need, and they ate their meals in relative silence. When they had finished, Beverly put her empty cup down and patted her stiff, firm abdomen, then asked her trainee, “My word, what was in that coffee you gave me, anyway? Did you spike it with something?” Collie’s face blanched immediately. All her color drained away as she realized she’d been found out. Beverly had known all along about the diuretic, had played her game, and now she was calling Collie out on it. Collie took a deep breath and began readying an apology in her head…and then Beverly continued, “What’s wrong with you? Haha I was only joking. Calm down kiddo. You gotta loosen up a little! I’d loosen up too, but then I might just be sitting on a wet squad car seat before we’re done.” It took Collie a second to realize what Beverly had said, and another second for her to begin breathing again, but slowly but surely she discovered that she had not been found out, and that she was not about to be thrown out of the force. She smiled nervously and asked Beverly, “Gee, is it really that bad? You don’t need to use the bathroom here, do you?” Collie knew this question was a gamble. On one hand, she was putting the idea of using the restaurant’s bathroom squarely in Beverly’s mind, but on the other, she was saying it in a way that almost issued a challenge – one that she hoped Beverly’s pride wouldn’t allow her to back down from. Beverly waved her hand absentmindedly, replying, “Naw, I’ve been in tough situations before, I’ll be fine. Probably just in my head anyway. I haven’t drank any more than usual.” Collie nodded in response, and soon the two women made their way back to the squad car. Soon the clock hit 2 pm, and by then Collie thought that Beverly had to be second guessing her decision not to pee in the restaurant. Her bladder was positively swollen now, the lower hem of her uniform top straining to contain it. The well-conditioned officer hadn’t made mention of her need again since they’d returned to patrolling the streets in the car, but Collie thought she was sitting much stiffer than before. Her strong legs were staying close together at all times. Collie knew a flood was building up inside Beverly’s strong bladder, but Beverly Johansson still gave no indication that she was going to let that flood break free any time soon. They had just turned onto a side street when a voice came over the radio. “Attention all officers! We have a hostage situation at the corner of Smithfield Street and Pleasant Avenue! I repeat, hostage situation at the corner of Smithfield and Pleasant! All officers report immediately!” Instantly Beverly Johansson lept into action. The car squealed to a halt, and Beverly turned it on a dime and floored the accelerator. The siren blared as they sped to the scene. Collie was trying hard not to freak out, but the enormity of the situation was getting to her. Hostages?! All units needing to report?! It sounded very serious, and all thoughts of Beverly’s expanding bladder were forgotten. In ten minutes they were there. The scene of the crime was the town’s bank. Squad cars were coming in seemingly every second. The road had already been cordoned off, and Collie thought there had to be nearly 20 officers on the scene. Beverly parked her car in line with the others, surrounding the bank’s front (and only) exit. Then she scanned the sea of officers, found who she was searching for, got out of the car, and went to talk to a greying man of about 50. Collie knew from her orientation that the man was their Chief of Police Jeff Ryerson, but she’d never actually spoken to him. Ryerson and Johansson spoke for a minute before Beverly came back to Collie and the car. “Ok kid, here’s your first taste of big league action,” Beverly told her, “There are gunmen in there, three of em. They’ve got about 30 people holed up in there, and of course they’re threatening to blow them to bits one by one unless we let them out of the bank with 10 million dollars. I’m all for just going in, calling the bluff of those rat bastards, and hauling them out one by one, but Ryerson’s the boss, and he can’t afford to take that chance. So he’s called in the hostage negotiator, which means until things get sorted, we stay put. The building stays surrounded until those cruddy robbers realize what they’re up against.” Trying not to shake with fear, Collie nodded and sat back down in their squad car. She didn’t think she was ready for this sort of thing, but the battle-hardened vet Beverly Johansson seemed as prepared as ever. She sat down next to Collie, pulled a bottle of water from under the seat, and began to drink. “So…what do we do until they decide to give up?” Collie asked her. Beverly just gave her a smirk. “We wait.” For the first hour of the hostage crisis, Collie Winters was hopped up on adrenaline. For the second hour, she was going out of her mind with boredom. The hostage crisis had certainly sounded exciting, and Collie realized there were lives at stake, but playing the waiting game was driving her crazy. The negotiator had arrived on scene and spoken with the robbers, but so far no progress had been made other than the fact that no one had been shot yet. All in all, Collie was ruing the fact that there was nothing she could do to contribute besides sitting in the musty squad car, twiddling her thumbs until the time came for the baddies to get arrested. By 5 pm she was nearly climbing the walls, but then Collie noticed something. Beverly Johansson, who had been sitting stoically next to her this entire time, now had her legs crossed. And Collie thought it was her imagination at first, but after prolonged staring she realized that her trainer was actually rubbing her legs together as well! All the thoughts of filling Beverly’s mammoth bladder came flooding back to the teenager, and she began to feel both incredibly guilty and incredibly turned on. Beverly’s outstanding composure had kept Collie from seeing her full bladder agony all this time, but finally she was beginning to give in to her urge and fight it openly. Collie sat for 15 more minutes in silence, but Beverly could not keep her legs still. Collie had to say something, for the tension that was building inside her at the thought of how full Bev’s bladder was becoming was getting to be too much for the young officer-in-training to take. “You ok?” she managed meekly, directing her gaze at her superior’s thighs, now in constant motion. “Me? Erm…yeah, just trying to stay focused. I feel like I’ve got to piss a bloody quart though. I think it’s because this is when our shift is normally done, so my mind is playing tricks on me, but still, damn, I’ve never had to go this bad on the job before.” If there was one thing Beverly Johansson was not, it was prudish, and Collie thanked her lucky stars that the older woman was admitting and talking about her need so freely. However, the level of sexual excitement building in Collie also made it difficult for her to focus on responding. It was a full minute before she replied, “A gallon.” Beverly turned towards her, “What?” Collie smiled a little as she repeated, “A gallon. You said you need to piss a quart, but personally I’m sure you’re holding a gallon in there.” The girl had looked in Beverly’s eyes briefly, but 95% of her attention was now being paid to the lady cop’s jutting, bursting abdomen. Surely the diuretics were working overtime to fill such a cavernous space. Beverly paused for a moment, then began to laugh, softly at first, but then growing in intensity, “Hahahahaha, kid, you are something else. I like the way you think. A gallon indeed!” Beverly continued to belly laugh until abruptly stopping, squeezing her legs tightly together as she did and wincing in pain. After a few seconds, she recovered and said, “Maybe that’s enough with the jokes for now. I don’t know how much laughter I can handle at a time like this.” And so the waiting game continued. 6 pm stretched into 7, which stretched to 8, and all the while Beverly’s bladder did more stretching than the cop surely thought was possible. Collie was downright amazed by Beverly’s ability to withstand the pain of her aching organ, as well as to have the muscle control to hold her flood inside, even as it grew in volume with each passing minute. The tough woman officer’s composure had slowly been whittling away as the evening wore on. Crossed legs and shaking thighs at 5 pm had given way to a more curled up, elbows on her knees position by 6:30, which had transitioned to more rapid thigh-shaking. By 8 pm, Beverly was fanning her legs desperately and more often than not holding three fingers to her crotch. She’d also been forced to undo the top button of her uniform pants. The embarrassment she’d felt from this had made her put it off for hours, Beverly had confided to Collie just after popping the button free, but her bulging bladder had reached a stage where it needed the extra room or it would blow. Collie watched in awe, lulled by her sexual haze, as Beverly craned her neck in vain, hoping for some action to put an end to this torturous stakeout. “You know when I last took a piss, kid?” Beverly’s voice snapped Collie to attention. “What?....” was all the girl was able to manage. Being face to face with a sweaty, iron-bladdered dream woman in closed quarters was taking away her ability to string together sentences. “I asked if you knew when I last took a piss. But of course you don’t know. I just felt like telling you. Maybe the thought of how long it’s been will give me the strength to keep from flooding my patrol car.” Beverly said through gritted teeth, though she managed a smirk at that last comment. She continued, “It was before I fell asleep. 9 pm. I haven’t taken a piss in nearly a full freaking day! Can you believe that? Hell, I always knew I had some serious capacity, but I’m even impressed by that.” Collie was sure she responded with something semi-witty, because after she had finished speaking Beverly gave a little laugh through her bladder pain, but the younger girl had no idea what words had come to her lips. She was too busy ogling her superior’s sweaty, breathtaking abdominal bulge. Beverly gave a moan of agony from her state of pure bladder fullness, and then they both heard it. The radio, which had been silent for hours as the negotiator tried to work some magic with the gunmen, crackled to life. “All units, move in! Repeat, all units, move in! Negotiations have failed. We’re going in!” Quick as a flash Beverly Johansson had her gun in hand and was out of her squad car. Collie scrambled to follow suit, and she came around the rear of the squad car so that she was behind the experienced officer. All told, it appeared as though all 20 or thereabouts officers were converging on the bank’s front entrance. Surveillance of the bank had revealed that the gunmen had managed to rig every other entrance with low grade explosives, but evidently they had been too busy with the hostages to rig the most important doors of all. Officers began pouring through the front doors after blowing off the locks, with Beverly and Collie near the end of the pack. That owed more to Beverly being unable to take large steps than due to any hesitation she had about going into battle. Collie, on the other hand, refused to move from behind her trainer. Not only was she afraid for what lay ahead, but she was also worried that she had sabotaged Beverly by plying her with so many diuretic-laden drinks. How could such a trivial experiment have gone so wrong?!? The two women made their way through the dimly lit bank corridors. The hostage takers had had the forethought to shoot out all the lights. Every minute or two a few shots would ring out, but the police officers were clearly winning the fight. Collie saw one injured perp get dragged from the scene as the officers overpowered him, then a second. The last criminal was holed up in the second level of the bank, but he apparently had the hostages locked there with him, so getting to him would be a struggle. Beverly and Collie approached the main staircase, flanking the rest of the officers. Ryerson, the police chief, was speaking in low tones to another officer as they plotted out a strategy to take down the final intruder. Suddenly, shots rang out! The policemen scattered. Collie dove for cover, ending up behind a wall on the other side of the staircase entrance. Then she heard a groan. Looking to her right, Collie saw Beverly hunched over, hands clasped against her lower belly. Collie frantically glanced around. Only she and Beverly had dove to this side. All the remaining officers were behind the wall on the opposite side of the staircase, and before she could yell for help, they began rushing up to the second level, determined to take out the final hostage taker. Collie crawled over to Beverly. “Oh my gosh, are you hurt??? I’ll get someone…I’ll…” Beverly shushed her and slowly removed her hands. To Collie’s great relief, there was no blood, only Beverly’s behemoth of an abdomen. “Fuck, it hurt so much to dive over here. I landed straight….on my bladder.” The veteran officer breathed shakily. Her hands continued to rub the stretched skin that surrounded her aching bladder. Then Beverly squeezed her legs tight to fight off a spasm against her weakening sphincter. It seemed to take all of her resolve to remain dry as she squatted down against the wall. She pulled Collie close and whispered, “Where did everyone else go?” Collie motioned to the staircase. “They went for the gunman.” Beverly regarded this for a second before moaning in pain once more. She regained her composure, barely, legs spazzing and fanning with reckless abandon as she fought to control her bladder muscles for a few moments more. “They all left for the second floor?” Beverly asked shortly, taking quick breaths now. It seemed to Collie as if she was clenching every muscle in her body every second or two to remain in control of her overworked sphincter. Collie peered out, saw no one, and nodded that they were alone. “But, why?” she asked her superior officer. Beverly let out her loudest groan yet as more bladder spasms ripped through her, then replied quietly, “Because I need to take a piss and I’m going to do it right here!” She grabbed at the sides of her uniform pants and began to tug them down. Collie’s eyes widened at the thought of the flood that she was about to witness. It was sure to eclipse every piss she’d ever heard Beverly take after a shift, and the young trainee was going to see it all firsthand! At that moment, there was one final burst of gunfire, and then officers began jogging back down the steps. Beverly frantically pulled her uniform pants back up, still unrelieved. There was a look of pure terror in her eyes as she realized that she was no longer alone, and no longer able to do the thing that her body had been screaming at her to do for hours now. With as much composure as she could muster, Beverly Johansson marched back into line with the rest of the officers, Collie just behind her, having just cut off the piss of her life before it had even started. The officers exited the bank, Ryerson at the tail end with the bloodied and battered final gunman in handcuffs. The freed hostages followed, bellowing with joy. Some of the police stayed to clean up the scene and get information from the hostages, but Collie and Beverly were not among them. They had already been kept for hours past their allotted shift time, and thankfully Ryerson simply wished them a good night as they strode past him and to their squad car. Beverly was doing her best to keep her stoic front as she got to the car, but Collie knew better. The woman was keeping her bladder controlled by the final remnants of her willpower and sphincter strength, nothing more. Her composure was hanging by a thread. They entered the car and Beverly immediately began clutching herself hard between her legs. “Fuck!....I should have pissed there while I had the chance! I can’t hold it! I need to piss somewhere, anywhere!” Beverly was grinding her ass into the seat and bouncing up and down as she held on. Collie could tell Bev was pushing past any limits the veteran cop thought she had. She was entering uncharted waters, and if she wasn’t careful, those waters would be all over the seat of her car. “Do you want to go back to the station?” Collie asked, loving every second of Beverly’s plight but also not wanting the woman to embarrass herself. Beverly shot her a crazy look, “No way, it’s too far! I’ll never make it! There’s gotta be a restaurant with an open bathroom around here! Let’s just go! I really can’t wait!” With that, the lady cop pried one hand from her crotch, put it on the wheel, put the squad car in drive, and hastily pulled out of the bank parking lot and onto the main road. Her knees were knocking together and the car’s speed was sputtering because she needed to bounce her foot instead of keeping it steadily on the gas pedal. Desperately Beverly’s eyes careened from one side of the road to the other and back, searching for an open restaurant, bar, store, anything with a toilet so that she could relieve herself. Closed, closed, closed, everything they went past was closed for the night. Beverly yelled in dismay as the search grew fruitless. Then, at the end of the block, she spotted a building with its lights still on. The female cop stepped down on the gas, sped in front of it, and performed the best parallel park job Collie had ever seen from someone who was clearly not focusing even an iota on making sure the car was aligned with the sidewalk. Beverly steeled herself as the car stopped, rubbed her mammoth abdomen in a vain attempt to calm it down, put her hand over her vagina once more, and then finally exited the car with shaking steps. Collie watched from the passenger’s seat. Beverly made her way unsteadily to the front door of the restaurant, but as she reached it, the owner came out to put out the closed for the night sign. The windows were up, so Collie couldn’t hear too well, but she saw Beverly gesturing frantically towards the door, then to her crossed legs, but the store manager wouldn’t budge. He shook his head at her and pointed her back to the squad car. Beverly stamped her feet in dismay, pee dancing on the spot, trying to find some way to convince the man to let her inside to use their toilet. He continued to shake his head, so in a last ditch effort Beverly lifted her top just enough for him to see the all-encompassing fullness of her bladder, then reached out and took his hand, placing it on her bulge. Collie managed to catch the words, “See?! It’s hard as a rock, you motherfucker! Now let me in there to piss it out!” because Beverly shrieked them at a higher pitch than Collie had ever heard from her before, but the owner of the restaurant held his ground. Slumping her head in defeat, Beverly pee danced back to the squad car, shaking with anger, dismay, and desperation, and sat down in the driver’s seat, her hand now balled up into a fist and jammed into her crotch to keep her waters at bay. “Where now?” Collie asked. It was all she could think of to say as she watched her normally cool and composed superior officer fight the battle of her life with her iron, hurting bladder. “Can’t…..hold…..it…..” Beverly grunted, face red with the effort she was putting into clenching herself shut. Collie looked at her and saw a defeated woman, a woman who had dared to think about peeing on the floor of a public building while her comrades continued to do their jobs, a woman who begged an arrogant business owner to use his facilities because she couldn’t hold it anymore, a woman who was done in by a simple diuretic in her morning coffee, and Collie realized that she couldn’t have that. She needed Beverly to be strong through it all, because that’s where the attraction lay for her. If Beverly lost control now, the entire experiment would be for naught. Collie decided to take a risk… “Beverly! Dammit, Bev! You’ve held it for this long! Don’t lose it now! Where can you go? Think! Do you live close to here?!” Collie shouted desperately at the twitching, vibrating woman sitting next to her, overcome with bladder agony. Beverly took a moment to acknowledge Collie, even as she yelled, but then turned to face her slightly and nodded, almost imperceptibly, to say that yes, her home was near their current location. “Then drive home! For the love of God, drive home and piss in your own toilet!” Collie didn’t know if such a stern approach would work with Bev’s bladder and psyche in such a fragile state, but then the older woman put the car back in drive and began speeding off down the main road, and Collie could only hope that her superior’s home was near. Five minutes later the squad car screeched to a halt in front of Beverly Johansson’s fine estate. Collie exited the car quick as a flash, determined not to miss any of what she was most certainly about to witness, and still Beverly, in her breathtaking desperation, managed to beat her out of the car. The lady cop was hobbling to her front door, moaning incoherently from the strain her heavy balloon of a bladder was being placed under. Beverly stopped at her front door, nearly popped right then and let loose on her doormat, and then summoned the last of her courage and bladder fortitude to double cross her legs, squat low to keep control, and finally get the key in the lock and open her door. “Fuck…fuck…fuck…” the veteran officer was mumbling to herself as she tap danced towards her bathroom, Collie following her every step of the way. They turned down one hallway, then another, and finally the bathroom was in sight. With a scream of joy, Beverly Johansson threw herself into her bathroom, tore her uniform pants down so quickly that they ripped, sat on her toilet, and let loose an amazing torrent of boiling, agonizing piss. Collie took one millisecond to steal a glance at a clock hanging on the wall to confirm that it was 9 pm, meaning that Beverly’s loud, hissing load that was currently streaming into the salvation of the toilet bowl had been contained inside of her for exactly 24 hours, diuretic and all. How Beverly Johansson had managed that, the young trainee would never know, and by the looks of things Beverly couldn’t believe it herself. She just kept rubbing the bulge in her abdomen, which remained impressive in size even after two minutes of splattering pee had emptied from it. Her bladder had been taxed to its max and survived, if only just. As Beverly’s long piss reached its fourth minute without showing a sign of stopping, Collie became aware of her own pressing need. While she hadn’t drank nearly as much as the veteran cop or had the added pressure of the diuretics, Collie had been without a restroom for 15 hours, and her well-trained bladder was suddenly beginning to rebel. Collie looked at Beverly, looked back at her own bladder bulge, looked at Beverly again, still sitting on the toilet in complete bliss, and decided that one more risk was in order. Without hesitation, Collie Winters sat down on top of Beverly’s thighs, facing the older woman and pressed up right against her, then released her own flood of pee in between both of their legs and into the toilet, where it mixed with Beverly’s still-emanating stream. Collie’s hiss was forceful in its own right, though clearly nothing compared to Beverly’s torrent. Beverly nearly got up and threw Collie off of her, but in a last ditch effort, the younger girl moved in and kissed her, passionately and with nothing but unmitigated desire. For five full seconds Beverly did not kiss back. She did not pull away or push Collie off, but she did not respond in kind. Then, as Collie breathed a mental sigh of relief to go with her physical one, Beverly gave in, melted into her arms, and kissed back firmly, both women seated on a single toilet, relieving a day’s worth of stress, tension, and most importantly, piss. Collie groped Beverly’s breasts gently while Bev’s hands went to Collie’s ass, and as both women moaned with pleasure, their pees finally ended, Collie’s after 3 minutes and Beverly’s after an astounding 7 minutes total. The women looked deeply into each other’s eyes, and Collie told her strong lady cop, “Now that, I’d say, was a policewoman piss.” Beverly smiled, chuckled, and gave her a sultry look. “Come on,” she replied, moving to get up while still holding on to Collie, “My bedroom is this way.”
  4. Kraftwerk

    Snowpants Wetting

    Yo, Phil here. How does everyone here feel about wetting snowpants or reading about others doing it? Obviously, you can wear a variety of different types of pants, if any, under your snowpants. And the best part? — no one can know you're wetting. It's just the warm, nice, feeling without any of the worry. And boy is that great during the freezing winter months!! Have any of you tried this before? Heard of anyone else? If not, it is of my utmost recommendation.
  5. Holdit4me

    The New Hire, Part One

    Hi! I’ve been a member of this fantastic community for a long time and have even become Internet friends with a couple of members here. I’ve written a few stories, but that was years ago and they seem to have disappeared. I wanted to give back to the community, so here’s some new content. My intention is to make this an ongoing series, but that depends on how the story is received, as well as how much free time I have. Anyway, here’s “The New Hire, Part One.” I hope you like it! ******************** He noticed the new hire almost immediately. How could he not? She was petite and cute, maybe 5’4” and all of one hundred five pounds soaking wet, with long lustrous brown hair and a smile that would melt ice on the coldest winter day. The supervisor introduced her as Sara as he brought her around the office during her employment initiation, and Jason was immediately smitten. He guessed Sara would be issued the cubicle diagonally in front of his to the right, for the simple reason it was the only one currently available in the office. It had stood empty since John Moeller’s firing for insubordination, and he hoped he was right because Sara would be a whole lot more pleasant to look at than that asshole Moeller. The company was not known for generosity toward its employees, and Jason knew that following her four-hour initiation Sara would be expected to complete her workday just like everyone else. As one o’clock approached, and the end of lunch hour, Jason smiled. The new hire appeared and began dressing up her workspace with a couple of framed personal photos and a small potted plant. Then she got to work. Sara adjusted her brand-new headset and sat cross-legged at her desk as she waited for the first call to come in. Jason and Sara were employed at Gentex as customer service representatives, their duties consisting of dealing with clients who were experiencing difficulties with their software before routing the calls to other technical reps if they wee unable to solve the customers’ problem. The nature of the job meant relatively long calls, with each rep spending upward of forty-five minutes to an hour on each call. Due to the positioning of the cubicles, Jason was the only person in the office who could see Sara, but he had an unobstructed view of virtually her entire workspace. She was dressed in a plain white blouse and conservative, knee-length floral patterned skirt. She doodled on her desk blotter as she worked, tucking her hair behind an ear in what looked like a subconscious gesture. And her right leg was swinging back and forth. Back and forth. To a life-long observer of female desperation like Jason, the motion was a classic sign of someone who needed the toilet. But that was impossible. There was no way Sara’s four-hour initiation hadn’t included showing her the location of the restrooms: just twenty-five feet away in the hallway outside the office. And even if by some odd circumstance she hadn’t been given that information, Sara had just returned from her hour-long lunch break. Surely if she needed to pee, she would have gone at lunch, right? Jason decided he must be imagining things. By two o’clock he’d changed his mind. There was no question the new hire needed to pee. She’d completed her first call and moved on to her second, and now she sat with her sensible flat shoes on the floor, her butt perched on the front edge of her wheeled desk chair. Her right heel tapped on the floor incessantly as her knee bounced while she worked. Jason had been doing his job for a long time and was more than able to assist his clients while following the adventure taking place in Sara’s cubicle. He was the only person in the office who could see Sara, but there was no question she KNEW he could see her, and yet there she was, bouncing her knee like a little girl who was being forced to wait for the toilet until she finished her homework. At first Jason was bewildered that someone would be so obvious about her need, but then it occurred to him that her distress would only be clear to someone like him, with years of experience searching out women who needed to pee. No one else would likely even notice Sara’s movements, or at last the significance of those movements would be lost to them. By three o’clock, Sara was approaching the limit of her ability to hold in her pee. It was obvious. Her legs were re-crossed tightly, and while she was still sitting on the front edge of her chair she was bouncing up and down and rocking back and forth. Her movements were quick and jerky, and she nibbled on her lower lip as she assisted her client. Unless she had an extremely small bladder or had drunk an enormous amount of liquid at lunch – or both - Jason doubted she’d peed since before leaving for work this morning. She was holding it intentionally. There was no other explanation. Sara bounced at her desk and nibbled on her lip and hung up her phone. Looked out at the hallway and back at the phone and Jason could almost read her mind. I really need to pee. Should I go now, before the phone rings again, or should I wait? The phone began flashing, forcing Sara’s hand, but it didn’t really matter. The call would be routed to another customer service rep if Sara didn’t answer after two rings, so she could still go pee if she needed to. She bounced and squirmed and glanced again at the hallway. Then she answered the call, and Jason was in love. Or at least in lust. And he thought, I really need to get to know this girl…
  6. Rainbow Dash rocked and bounced on her cloud couch, her hooves pressed into her crotch. At least half a dozen empty cans sat on the cushion to her right. The sound of rain pelting against the roof of her house was a constant reminder of the predicament she had put herself in. If not for the pesky weather, she surely would've been outside, racing and flying as if it were any other day. Just a little longer... She glanced up to the clock. Time had slowed to a snail's pace since she had started her hold early that morning. Now, it was late in the afternoon. The hands stayed still, almost to spite the needy mare. Just ten more minutes. Dash crossed her hind hooves, still bobbing and bouncing. She looked over her living room, old magazines and books sprawled all over the floor and tables. Her eyes managed to wonder to the bathroom door. It sat ajar, the toilet in sight, almost daring her to give up on the silly little charade and take a seat. How relieving it would be... Just to finally let go... Hss- RD gasped, her hooves returning to her crotch. Her coat felt damp- she had leaked. O... Only a little bit. She sighed, her chin resting on her chest. Her bladder protruded slightly, contrasting with her slim figure. How much did I drink? She looked back up to the clock. Seven minutes. Rainbow Dash stood up, unable to sit any longer. She slowly paced in front of the couch, taking moments to make sure she wouldn't lose it before time was up. RD continued for a minute or so, before stopping suddenly. A jet of hot pee collided with the floor beneath her. She squeezed her eyelids shut, her hind hooves buckling into each other, quivering and shivering as she tried to keep the flood in. Not yet! You are not going yet! As soon as it seemed like things were under control, she hobbled behind the couch, heading into the kitchen. She walked over to her refridgerator, opening it and pulling out the first thing she saw; a full bottle of water. I gotta make up for what I lost... She used her right wing to unscrew the cap, bringing it up to her lips and chugging it down. She could feel herself leaking more out as she put more liquid into her system. Her lower body shivered, begging the crazy girl to stop! Yet, she would not. She finished off the bottle, sitting it down beside the fridge before closing the door. Rainbow Dash came back into the living room, looking back up at the clock. Two more minutes... Her bladder ached at the thought. She walked over to the bathroom door, taking awkward steps as she made her way over. Her body shivered, the thought of relief being so close by almost too much to bear. 60, 59, 58 RD entered the bathroom, staring down at the toilet. The lid was closed, not allowing herself to even think about giving in before her time was up. Her breaths were quick and jagged, pacing in front of it, leaking each time she raised her hooves. 50, 49, 48- A groan escaped her, a large spurt running down her leg. She held her right forehoof to her crotch, forcing it back momentarily. 40... 39... 38 Pee forced it's way out, splattering on the floor. RD was on the verge of losing it, yet she still didn't give up. 33... 32.. 31- "Ah-!" A particularly large leak had stolen her attention. Her whole body quivered and shook, the flood-gates straining to keep the rest of it in. 20... 19... 18... RD pushed the lid up, standing up and plopping down onto the seat. Her legs twitched and bounced, yet time had still not ran out. Ten... Nine... Eight... A spurt rushed out, crashing against the porcelain. Seven... Six... Five... Her hind hooves uncrossed, spreading as widely as they could. Four... Three... Two... Rainbow Dash forced her hooves into her bladder. One! An jet of hot pee rushed out of her, uninterrupted. A wave of relief and ecstacy crashed inside RD's mind, she removed her forehooves, trying to keep the feeling alive longer. Her head fell back, a small smile on her face. "I really need to do this more often." She sighed. Soon, the powerful jet soon came to a trickle. RD cleaned herself up, flushed the toilet then went out into the living room. A line of wet spots had been trailed across the living room, a particularly large one on and in front of the couch. Celestia, I made a mess.
  7. So there was this xtube video a while back where there was this woman who sat down in a semi bottomless chair, wearing crothless pants, holding her pee till she absolutely couldn’t. The video was split into 2 parts. One was like thirty some minutes long, and the second I can’t remember for sure how long, I think it was about in the twenties. This has always been my most favorite omo video ever. Holding till they utterly cant while leaking and spurting makes it super enjoyable for me. I wish I remembered to ask about this video sooner! I hope someone can find it for me! Itd be much appreciated!
  8. Josefina Wetting Her Hotpants Josefina_sample.mp4
  9. OmoEva

    Omo storywriting help

    I'm planning on writing a omorashi (pee holding / desperation) story. I'm kind of stuck on the whole what happens in between stuff. Like sure the girl is gonna be bursting and trying to hold it. But the what happens while she is trying to hold it, the build up, people she meets, making the desperation last long and drawn out,etc. I am stuck on. I have written omorashi stories before and posted them on this forum. But I'm kind of rusty right now, haven't written a story in a long time. Anyone with experience with omorashi (pee holding / desperation) story writing have any advice? I never have anything sexual happen in my stories as that doesn't interest me. (Although when I roleplay I do have sexual stuff happen. Otherwise the guy wouldn't roleplay with me.)
  10. mikedewars

    Holding together

    I have to pee so bad. Need someone to hold with me
  11. spiritedpearl

    Holding Contest-Loser?

    Hi guys. Having a contest and need ideas for what happens to the loser. Our limits are nothing public. Semi-public is okay for me. We want to do more holds..so let us know some ideas.
  12. Hey everyone. I was talking with another member of the site a few nights ago wondering of way I could contribute back instead of just lurking as I usually do. I mentioned I had made some pee holding challenges a few years back and we thought it would be a good idea if I made a new one. So the other night I sat down and made up a new challenge similar in genre to my previous ones, but "new and improved" (or so I hope). I'll post a link to it here so you can check it out and maybe even take it if you'd like. Feel free to let me know what you think either on the form there or by replying here. http://www.misterpoll.com/polls/620741
  13. This is my first post on this website, I've been reading this forum for a while so I decided to make an account and contribute! I'm going to be writing about how I got started with this fetish and share some of my experiences that I believe led to it. My earliest memory of really enjoying pee accidents was when I was about 4 years old. I used to watch a cartoon called Maisy in the mornings, it was on at about 6AM so I would watch it on my own. Each episode was only about 5 minutes long. There was this one episode that I remember watching where Maisy and her friend Cyril are playing together in a sandbox and Cyril has an accident. You can see the sand beneath him getting darker and he gets upset and has to change into new clothes. I don't think I was sexually aroused by it but I certainly enjoyed it, and I continued watching the show way past the point where I was too old for it in the hope that they would someday repeat that episode. When I was around 5 years old and my little sister was 3, we had this circular plastic stool with a hole in the middle that my Dad used to stand on when he was doing house work. We used to take the stool behind a bush in our garden and sit on it and pee. We thought it was really cool because our pee streams would go directly through the hole in the middle and the stool wouldn't get pee on it. My sister got bored of this and decided it was gross after a while, but I was always curious and I would often go and hide in the garden and do a wee on the stool. I'm pretty certain my parents never found out. I can't remember experiencing someone having an accident at Primary school (1st-5th grade for Americans, Years 1-6 for everyone else) although one day a rumour went around school that a girl in the classroom next door to my class had wet herself in class. I think I was aout 8 years old at the time and I spent all lunchtime trying to find her to see her wet pants (not realising that she probably went home) and looking in the classroom windows trying to find evidence of a puddle. I didn't find anything, but I'll never forget how excited I was about it happening. A bit later on when I was 10 years old I had this friend who was really strongly religious. My family had never followed a religion so I didn't know what her life would be like, but her Dad was very strict. One day we went to her church, which was also a school, and we just had to wait there for a few hours while her Dad did something. About an hour after we arrived we were playing on the playground when all of a sudden she stopped and sat down. I thought she was just resting but she wouldn't even make eye contact with me. I asked her what was wrong and she said "I really need to go wees". As soon as she said that, my 10 year old mind went crazy, but I suggested that we go and find a toilet. She said that they were all locked and her Dad wouldn't give us the key because she should have gone at school. I thought that was weird but I just went along with it. We walked around for a bit and she kept stopping and crossing her legs every few minutes. Eventually we reached the edge of the grounds, we were behind the school buildings and it was kinda scary. All of a sudden she stopped and grabbed her crotch. I was so excited by this, I asked her what was wrong and she said "I just weed in my pants a little bit". She sounded close to tears but I was getting to excited, it was hard to hide it. Then she told me not to look (of course I didn't listen) and she turned her back to me, pulled her trousers down, squatted over the dirt ground and peed. She had light pink knickers and I could see a large wet spot on them where she had started to have an accident. The sound of her pee hitting the ground and the puddle it made got me so excited. As she was finishing peeing, I turned back around and a few seconds later she joined me and we went back to the playground. I didn't actually talk to her much after that, strange. Shortly after that I made the connection that I really enjoyed seeing people wet themselves. I wanted to try it myself but I was hesitant because I didn't want to get caught. I first wet myself on purpose when I was 11 years old. I was swimming in a pool at a local primary school, my family were the only people there. I told my Dad I was going to look around the school and then I went off and found a reasonably secluded place, a wooden deck outside a classroom. My bladder was really full but I was nervous and it was hard to start peeing. But when I did, oh my god it felt so good. I watched the yellow puddle forming at my feet and the warm pee streaking down my legs and my private parts felt all tingly, I was dying to touch myself 'down there' for some reason (I hadn't discovered masturbation yet) but I didn't because I didn't want to touch my pee (weird, huh?). I also noticed that my nipples were hard and you could see them pretty clearly against my bathing suit, I was pretty embarrassed by them so I waited for them to go down and my bathing suit dried while I was waiting. My family didn't notice anything but as I was taking of my bathing suit I noticed that there was this clear, slippery fluid in the crotch area. I kinda ignored it at the time, but I certainly know what it was now ;) My next experience is probably the most arousing experience that has ever happened to me. I was waiting at the bus stop after school with my best friend when we were 12 years old. The bus took about 40 minutes to arrive so we would usually just sit around and talk while we waited. We were just talking as usual for about 30 minutes, but 10 minutes before the bus was supposed to arrive she started crossing her legs and bending at the waist and she told me that she was busting for a wee. It seemed to come on so suddenly, she must have been holding it for a while before she said anything. Our school was just across the road, which would usually have been great except the toilets were probably already locked for the night and even if they were unlocked she probably wouldn't be able to make it there and back before the bus arrived. She was getting really desperate and pacing back and forth constantly. Suddenly she stopped and said "Can you see anyone coming?" I told her that I couldn't and then she told me to stand back. I was confused why but then she lifted her skirt up and I realised why. She was about to have an accident. I saw a small wet patch on her pink knickers, and then she released the flood. She peed a strong stream straight onto the pavement. Small dribbles ran down her legs but she didn't seem to notice them, she just covered her face. When she had finished there was a huge puddle on the ground. She looked kind of embarrassed but not as much as I though she would be. I didn't say anything as she took of her knee high socks, wiped her legs with them, put the in her school bag and put her shoes back on without any socks. You wouldn't have noticed anything unusual unless you saw her wet knickers under her skirt. Minutes later, the bus pulled up and we got on. No one even noticed.I was shaking the whole way home, I could hardly talk. I was so shocked by how good watching her have an accident felt. I still didn't understand sexual arousal. When I got home, I got straight into the shower. I felt dirty somehow, I felt like there was something I had to do, I didn't feel satisfied somehow. I felt really weird for a few days after this incident, my friend told me to next day how she had to wear culottes rather than her skirt (we had a uniform) because her Mum was washing her skirt and she pointed out as we were waiting at the bus stop that the puddle was gone. After that, she said nothing else about it. Five years later, we're still best friends and she still hasn't mentioned it again. Shortly after this I began getting more and more curious about why exactly it made me feel that way. The next year, when I turned 13 I decide to search up some stories. I looked on Yahoo Answers (I don't even know why) and the were some stories that people had shared about wettings they had experienced. I got that tingly feeling in my private parts again, so I waited until I was home alone and then I tried touching myself. I just kind of pressed down with my hand and it felt to good. I had never experienced anything so good before. I did that for about 6 months, I never reached orgasm. One day when I was home sick from school, I decided to see if there were any videos on Youtube of people wetting themselves. There were heaps. I spent the morning watching them, the tingles were stronger than ever so I had to keep rubbing myself to make them go away. I started to get bored because it felt good but it just wasn't as good. I kept stroking it for about 5 minutes (until the video ended) and then I stopped. I felt unsatisfied but I also felt guilty because I didn't feel like I was supposed to be touching myself in that kind of way. About an hour later I felt like I was hungry for something, but not food. So I sat back down and started watching the video again. I stroked myself again, and it felt so good, I just wanted more and more. So I rubbed more firmly. I could feel something building up inside of me and I wasn't sure if I wanted to laugh or cry and I kinda felt like I was about to pee. All of a sudden this shock jolted through my body. It felt so good I couldn't even handle it, but I was also really scared. I jumped up and backed away from the computer. I thought I had accidentally knocked a plug out of the computer and gotten an electric shock, but I checked and all the plugs were fine. I was so confused. I still kinda felt like I had to pee, so I went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. Then I looked down at my knickers and there was this small puddle of liquid in them. I smelt it and realised it wasn't pee. I touched it and it was slimy, it was the same stuff I had found in my bathing suit that day at the pool. And then I realised what had happened. I'd had an orgasm. All those overheard conversations in the girls bathroom at school made sense now. I felt so relieved. All the rest of the day I felt like I was keeping a dirty little secret from the world. In bed that night I masturbated again and I orgsmed almost instantly. From then on, I spent every moment I could watching pee videos, reading stories online. Anything, it just made me feel so good. When I was 14 I decided to try wetting myself on purpose. I waited until I was home alone and then I put some light denim shorts on and stood in the bath and wet myself. It was really hard to start at first but once I got going it felt sooooo good. I actually videoed it on my old digital camera, I'm pretty sure I still have the file somewhere but I'm not going to upload it because I'm paranoid about it somehow getting to my family, my bathroom is very recognisable. Since then I have had many more pee experiences, I would write about them now but I've been working on this for a couple of days now and I just don't really feel like writing any more to be completely honest. I also have a few fiction stories that I've written over the last few years about desperation/accidental wetting and I'm happy to post those if anyone wants to read them (if they get approved!). Thank you very much for reading my first post and I hope to contribute more to this fantastic website in the near future :)
  14. I remember a year ago, when I was in high school, I was caught in a predicament with a full bladder. I didn't know anything about omorashi back then, but I still remember vividly what happened. I was going to a swimming competition that day, with a couple of other girls from school. We had our own individual events and a girls-only relay. Nothing would quite have happened if I had been less shy about my bladder. When we arrived at the pool our coach asked us if we needed to go to the toilet. The other girls were all very frank about needing to pee and all rushed to the toilet. I was pretty desperate after the long ride, but it felt awkward admitting I had been holding my pee for the entire bus trip. I am what you might call 'too self conscious'. I was too shy to admit I needed to pee. I know it sounds stupid but that's just who I am. I was the only one who didn't go to the toilet and our coach asked me one more time whether I needed to go. I blushed and boldly admitted I felt absolutely no need to pee. I thought I could go later, casually, like I had needed to pee only just then. But I soon came to regret that decision. After the other girls went to pee, we went to the changing room. I was feeling pretty desperate but it was not enough to cripple me. I put on a one piece swimsuit and goggles, and tied up my ridiculously long hair (seriously I ought to cut it more often). All the time I kept eyeing for the toilets. But I couldn't find any in the changing room at first glance and I thought I would look suspicious if I walked around looking for it. Anyhow, we changed and stepped into the pool-area. The competition started shortly. We all had a dip in the pool as a warm up. After that we waited beside the pool for our events. I had a 50 metre breaststroke and a relay with the other girls. After the warm up, which ironically left me shivering by the pool, I felt myself needing to pee even more. I considered making a run for it now but that would show I was holding it in all along. Again my shyness kept me back. We sat around one of the tables lined beside the pool. One by one my friends went to their respective races. I tried my best to hold it and crossed my legs tightly, but not too tight to make it seem obvious I was holding my pee. I don't think this applies for boys but this method is very effective for girls, as my thighs could help squeeze my muscles together. So I sat their, trying my best to maintain a calm face. I kept rubbing my thighs and my belly to divert my attention to my bladder, but I felt like peeing more than ever. I was stuck like this for 30 minutes when I realised my turn was coming soon. I made up my mind to tell my coach I needed to go to the toilet. It was now or never. Despite my determination I still hesitated, and after a minute being unable to muster my courage, my coach came to me and asked me to get ready. I knew I had to act fast. "I need to go to the toilet. I'll be back right after." "I told you to go before. The toilets are miles away, you'd miss the event by the time you come back" I felt myself blushing deeply when he said 'I told you to go before' "I know but I didn't have to go then. But I really need to go now!" But I knew I had no choice. "You either miss the event or hold it like an adult." I walked to the reporting area reluctantly. I was already walking with my waist slightly bent, but I didn't want to make it too obvious. Again I was shy someone might notice. Having the coach knowing about this was bad enough already. The event started about 7 to 8 minutes later (I was acutely aware of time, especially with a full bladder) and I thought indignantly to myself that was plenty of time to pee and come back. It was really hard holding all that pee in while standing up. People were all around me. I lowered my hands and pretended to play with my fingers. When I thought no one was looking I pushed down hard into my va**** and was blessed with momentary relief. I really hope no one was looking. I was soon posed at the side of pool, ready to jump. The icy water hit me. It was easier to hold while swimming, with all the action of the legs. It was half torture half relief though. The movement of my legs was helping me, but since I was doing breaststroke, every time I spread my legs I felt my knees turning to jelly. Anyway, I finished third :) and we were all very happy. I asked my coach whether I could go now, but the relay was coming right after. I felt like crying and that didn't escape my friend's notice. gosh it was the worst part of the day. One of my friends, Alice, came to my defence when the coach said I couldn't go, "Please but she looks like she's about to cry, do you really need to pee?" In good earnest she was trying to help me, but I felt really shy with so many people paying attention to my bladder I wished they would just leave me alone. My other friends joined in and asked me if I was ok, "do you really need to go?" "How long have you been holding?" "It's ok you can go right after the relay." I mumbled I was ok, even though I was not. I hated the attention they were giving me. I wanted to convince them I was fine, but standing there with my waist bent and on the verge of tears wasn't very convincing. The worst part was when they started giving advice on holding my pee. "Try crossing your legs when you stand, it really helps." "Try moving your legs a little." "Try ..." I was so embarrassed and scared other people might overhear my predicament. Our relay soon started. It gone as you might have expected. I was squirming on spot silently while I waited my turn, and Alice was very sympathetic (she's a really nice girl :D ) we won third place again :) I made for the toilets immediately afterwards. I went into the changing room again. It was a large place with a maze of lockers, rows of showers and even a sauna. But I looked around and couldn't find a single toilet! There was no one else in the changing room, and I was running around with both hands cupped over my va**** like a little girl. I started to cry. I truly knew what it felt to be defeated. I literally knelt down on spot and cried. I had been holding it in for so long, but I couldn't even find a toilet to pee in. I wanted to go back and ask my friends where the toilets were, but again my shyness stepped in. It would be so embarrassing to show that all the time I was gone I was still looking for the toilets like some crazy girl. Then I noticed there were drains on the floor. I made a quick check that I was really alone, and crouched beside a drain. I'm actually feeling a bit awkward describing this XD but I moved the part of swimsuit covering my private area aside to pee. A small burst of pee gushed out. Then I heard footsteps. I quickly jammed my hands down my va**** and squeezed hard, stopping the flow. It was a janitor, and she was walking around leisurely with a mop in her hands. I had stood up from my crouched position but I was standing there, half bent, with my hands jammed between my thighs. The janitor saw me and looked surprised. "Dear are you alright, you look like ..." (forgot exactly what she said about my look XD ) I knew my chance has come. I told her I really needed to pee but couldn't find the toilets, and pleaded her to show me the way. Then she told me how the toilets were NOT in the changing room, but outside, separated from the changing rooms. I was half relieved to know where the toilets were, but furious for not being observant enough to notice. What an idiot I was! There was a small line in front of the toilets. There were five (or four? I forgot) other girls waiting (I was lucky already, once I had to wait for about 15 people ahead of me before I could go). I stepped in line. I was bursting and I thought about rushing in and cutting the line, but that felt a bit uncourteous. Twice I opened my lips to ask the person ahead of me to let me go first, but again, shyness got hold of me. The men's room was empty. The competition was girls-only, and there was no one in the men's room. But I bit my lips and waited. I faced the wall beside me and squeezed my pee hole tightly. I heard myself moaning from all the pressure. At long last it was my turn and I stepped into a cubicle. I was in my stupid one piece swimsuit and I had to take the whole thing off to pee. When I was slipping it off my shoulders, I started peeing. I couldn't stop. I slipped the swimsuit off my shoulders and rolled it down to my knees, peeing uncontrollably. At last I sat on the loo, and emptied my bladder properly. It was a really long pee, and I left a small puddle on the floor. After I finished I went away quickly before anyone could notice. I took a quick shower before I went back. When my friends saw me they started teasing me. It was friendly-teasing but I still felt really embarrassed. Then they saw the look on my face and started teasing how red my face was becoming. Urgh it was one of the most embarrassing experiences I've had in my life. Thank god it was a girls-only race. I can't imagine how it would be if there were boys around as well. So that ends it. Every time I think of the whole experience I feel really stupid about myself. I didn't know about omorashi back then. This all happened around last October. My friends wouldn't let me forget it either. I guess they knew I had been holding from the start of the trip. When we go out they'd ask me "do you need pee?", and for the first few times I instinctively said "shh no so loud!" Then they started teasing me for that as well XD Hope I didn't bore you with this. :) thanks for reading.
  15. If you've read my other experiences you'd know about that time when I was stuck bursting at the swimming pool. But that wasn't my worst experience. The absolutely WORST pee holding experience I had happened another year before my swimming pool incident. It happened at school. I have a fatal personality trait. It's being exceptionally shy in all situations. When I was at school, I would never dare raise my hand for the toilet even if I was bursting, and that ended up in many desperate situations. Right before my fourth-to-sixth periods we had a short recess. If I didn't pee then, then I would most definitely have to struggle with a bursting bladder for the next three lessons. But the girl's toilet in my school was, euphemistically, not the cleanest and I tried at all costs not to pee at school. These conflicting reasons led me to many desperate experiences, and led to my most painful pee holding experience ever. That day started off like a normal one. Even during recess I barely felt the need to pee. But during the fourth lesson my bladder filled up quickly. In these situations I would cross my legs tightly, for I always believed that especially for girls, crossing my legs can help squeeze my pee hole shut with my thighs. It was also less conspicuous as many people crossed their legs. My body was being more active than usual and before the fourth period ended, I was already bursting. I felt my legs grow weak and my stomach ached from the pressure. I knew I had to ask for permission to pee sooner or later. But every time I made the move to do so, I felt incredibly shy and my lips would falter. I decided only to ask at the final moment. I had to pee so badly. My legs were numb after crossing them for so long. I was lucky I sat in a corner so people won't notice me in my predicament. But it didn't escape the notice of Katie who sat next to me. She is a good friend and being a girl, she understood all too well how I hated using school toilets. I guess my expression told her everything - I was close to tears. She confronted me plainly, "Are you holding your pee again?" I remember reddening so much I could feel my cheeks burn. "Please, Keep your voice down!" Katie was one of those carefree girls who wasn't shy of anything. She always rolled her eyes on my shy behaviour and that's what she did again. I can't remember the precise words she said, but she told me I shouldn't always hold my pee so often. She made me promise I would ask for permission to pee if I really couldn't hold it. Then we realised - we had our math lesson next. Our math teacher was the worst. She was a self-centred hag who demanded 100% attention and couldn't stand the slightest disturbance. A chill went through me. There was no way she would let me use the toilets, but I neither could I hold it for another lesson. Our math lesson started. I had to squirm on my seat, it was impossible to sit still. I thought about peeing secretly in a bottle but it was impossible not to make noise. I really really really wanted to hold myself but it was really awkward to do so in my school uniform. Our school uniform was really stupid. They made our tops 'respectable' by covering our shoulders and breasts with a tight shirt, but our skirt was, literally, a miniskirt. I wear skirts a lot but I don't usually wear things as short as my school uniform. It barely reached half my thighs. And to compound on our image of 'ladiness', the dumb skirt was really tight, like a pencil skirt. I guess it made sure girls had to sit properly or else our panties would show. Anyway, in uniform like this, holding myself meant reaching UNDER my skirt to hold myself, and I didn't want to do that, even if Katie was the only one watching. Time was moving incredibly slow. I had never had to pee this badly (seriously, even my later experiences were a bit less painful). We were halfway through our lesson. I could feel tears swimming in my eyes. Our school made us use hard bound diaries and as a last resort, I forced the corner of it on my va****. It was relieving, with a bit of outward pressure helping. For the next few minutes I kept massaging myself with my diary, and managed to hold it in. Katie whispered to me 'you must need to go really bad' and I gave her a despairing nod. I was too much. I was shy but peeing myself in class is even more embarrassing. I raised my hand for permission. I asked simply for permission to use the bathroom. The old hag said I had to answer her question first to prove I had been listening and pointed to a bunch of symbols on the blackboard. I suck at maths and even if I didn't, it would be impossible with a bursting bladder in my way. So she didn't let me. I was blushing so badly. Now everyone knew I had to pee, but couldn't. I held myself under my skirt, it was my only hope. I could feel my va***** throbbing from all the pressure. Katie looked worried. There was still 20 minutes before lesson ended. I struggled for a while. I was so desperate. I was shaking my legs and holding myself. I could feel my pee coming out. A gush of pee came out and I only just managed to stop it. I knew I was reaching my limit. It was now or never. I asked for permission again, with a few words of pleading. When the teacher was about to refuse, Katie screamed " please she's been holding it for hours. She going to pee herself!" Wanting to save herself trouble, the teacher let me. I rushed out. The girls toilet was quite a distance from my classroom. I was still holding myself with both hands while I ran to pee. But halfway I stopped. I could feel my hands becoming warm. I was already peeing. I quickly ran over to a patch of grass. I stood there and finished my pee. There was no one around and the grass soaked my pee anyway. Now I was thankful to my uniform, since it was so short and tight, it didn't get wet. I went to the toilet to clean myself, and I had no choice but to discard my panties. So that ends my most painful experience. I went back to class red-faced and Katie, who is a very thoughtful girl, knew I was hiding something. I told her I peed myself and had no panties on. She looked half amused, half worried and told me to be careful for the rest of the day. Luckily, all went by just fine.
  16. Ally98

    Too shy to pee

    My shyness has been one of my greatest enemies. A lot of the time, being shy to admit I have to pee results in really desperate and embarrassing situations. I've tried my best to overcome this problem but I just can't. I never had this problem when I was little, but after I hit my teenage years I became more and more concerned how people around me were perceiving my actions. Needing to pee was one major embarrassment (for some reason) and most times I'd rather hold it in for hours in class than ask the teacher for permission. It's really a sort of self contradicting cycle - I'm too shy ask for permission, but when I'm holding it I'm equally shy in case someone notices, so I cross my legs and hold it silently, but I become even more desperate, and even more shy to let anyone know about my predicament. I try my best to empty my bladder before class, but sometimes things get in the way, and every time I don't pee during recess, even if I don't feel the urge at first, I'll end up twisting my legs in knots for the next hour and half. When I was in high school, this actually happened so much I ended up with a urinary tract infection. I found out one day when I peed and it burned. It was so painful. The doctors prescribed me some pills and I was fine after that. The doctor asked me whether I was in the habit of holding my pee. I felt myself blushing like mad when he asked as he saw through my little secret. I had no choice but to admit it. The doctor said he had other patients who were too shy to pee and ended up like me. Usually when I'm bursting in class I might loose a little control and my panties would get a bit wet. The doctor said the contact of pee against my va***** also made it easier for infection to occur. So you see the problems my shyness was creating for me. After that I tried my best to pee whenever I could. Luckily I've never had another infection after that. I finished high school last year so I had less situations where I would be constricted to hold my pee in. But I still have that stupid tendency to feel shy and I feel like I'm never going to get rid of it. When I'm out with friends I might be bursting for a pee, but I'd be too shy to be the one in the group to raise the idea of going to the bathroom. Or when I can't find the toilets, I might rather hold it in than quickly ask someone for the directions. As much as omorashi is a pleasure, having to pee in public is quite a nuisance. So what I want to ask is whether any of you have had the same problem? Don't know if I might have strayed a bit off topic here, but being shy was a huge reason why I always get stuck in desperate situations. As much as I like omorashi, it turns into a bit of torture when I have to hold it in public, when there's no guarantee I can get to the toilets in time. My friends too have noticed how I tend to get shy all the time and they've even coined me a nickname. I'm called Ally but they would tease me and call me Apple as they said I blush too often and my face would look as red as an apple. I'd really appreciate it if someone can share their thoughts on this. Are there any ways to overcome this shyness? Also, I might sound a bit sexist if I say this but do boys feel shy about their bladders as well? Thank you so much if you took the time to read this and I hope it wasn't a waste of time for you :)
  17. It has been a while since I made one of these, but today I felt motivated to make a poll over on misterpoll that is a pee holding challenge. I've made some in the past, but I really think this is my best work so far (if I can say so myself ;)). This one is considerably longer and I think more difficult than my previous ones. I've copied and pasted the description from the misterpoll site below so that you can have an idea what you're getting into. "This is a poll to challenge you to control your pee. If you're into having your fluid intake and bladder release controlled you'll really like this. I'll be telling you what to drink, how much, and when you can go pee. Throughout I'll be giving challenges to see if you can hold it or if you'll leak or even wet yourself completely. If this sounds like your thing, then lets get started ;) NOTE: If it seems tedious with the number of questions, that's because it's supposed to be. It makes your desperation that much worse ;)" Anyways, if that sounds like something you would be into, head over and check it out at: http://www.misterpoll.com/polls/605136 P.S. Looking back at it, I wrote some of the bathroom parts so that they make more sense if I girl is the one taking the poll, but its totally ok for guys to take it too!
  18. full-bladder12

    Sesshoumaru omorashi

    Hello everyone!! I juts find this amazing work and i share it! Enjoy it. I don't write this. I only share it. As a demon, Sesshoumaru did not have the many weaknesses of humanity. He only required rest every few months, he only needed sustenance once a year, and the act of relieving himself could often be put off for far longer, since thirst was a foreign concept to him.It may surprise you to know this, but the Prince of the Western Lands has never relieved himself the wilderness, despite his near constant traveling. Such an act would be shameful to his upbringing, and therefore whenever he felt an urge he could not ignore, he made his way back to his palace, no matter the distance. Not once had he ever let his needs take priority over more important tasks; he would simply change course to his palace if he was able. If not he held it.He was a full-blooded demon lord, after all. He would never let such a thing as a need to urinate dictate his actions.Lord Sesshoumaru had been feeling a clear urge for the past week now, however Naraku's scent had been unusually strong as of late, and as he followed it, it became apparent that the evidence of the vile half-demon's presence would not simply disappear like usual. Therefore, tracking the scum who had dared touch what was his (Rin) and make the preposterous assumption that he could absorb this Sesshoumaru was made top priority.Now, much can be said about Rin. She's exuberant, energetic, and quite the talkative child. Little known to most though, she was very observant.Rin always kept close watch on her lord, because she idolized him for his strength and general perfection, but most of all his gait. Her lord walked with such a confidence that she could only dream of having.Young Rin was very, very confused when one day she saw an abnormality in Sesshoumaru-sama's stride. The dog-demon lord had twisted his left leg inward slightly before continuing on as he normally would. She wouldn't have even noticed it if a butterfly that she'd been fascinated with hadn't briefly fluttered around his ankles.And this was only the beginning.The next day Lord Sesshoumaru had permitted them to pause for a short rest so that Rin could search for some food. She had walked up to her lord with the intent of asking him to point her in the right direction of where berries might be located, only to be caught mystified.Her lord, who had perhaps not noticed her, was subtly shifting his weight from one leg to the other. This would be a sign of anxiousness in anyone else, but since Sesshoumaru never got anxious, she could not comprehend his reasoning."Lord Sesshoumaru?" She called unsurely.The shifting stopped abruptly, though she did notice him clench his fist for a moment. "What is it, Rin?" He asked her, nothing in his deadpanned tone suggesting that there was anything out of the ordinary going on with him."Would my lord please point out the direction of where Rin may find some berries?" She requested with a sweet smile, figuring that she was just being paranoid and that her lord was perfectly fine.Sesshoumaru arched his head toward where the scent of fruit wafted through his nose, and Rin got the hint. She started to skip away, almost disappearing from sight before she realized she had neglected to thank her lord for his assistance. She turned back around with the intent of doing just that, but the words never made it out of her mouth.Sesshoumaru had resumed his shifting, only more fervently this time. Where before he had been just shifting his weight, now he actually lifted his foot off the ground a whole inch and placed it back down before quickly copying the action with his other.Something was definitely wrong with her lord.Rin resumed her task of berry finding, not wanting to be caught watching something Sesshoumaru-sama clearly didn't want her to witness. She hoped he wasn't ill, and resolved to watch him even more closely from now on.Nothing eventful had gone on for the rest of that day. Lord Sesshoumaru did not act at all out of character while they were walking, and when night came upon them Rin was far too tired to stay up and observe her lord.It was the next night that Rin came to a stunning insight about her Sesshoumaru-sama.Aside from the first day when she became aware that Lord Sesshoumaru was acting strangely, Rin had never seen him display this strangeness while walking. It was when he was standing still that it was glaringly obvious –at least to her since Jaken didn't seem to notice a thing- that something was not right.The sky had darkened so they were stopping for the night. Rin lounged against Ah-Un next to the slumbering Jaken as she feigned sleep. She knew how sharp her lord's senses were, so she had perfected the art of slowing her breathing as well as her heartbeat in order to fool him.She watched with half-lidded eyes as Sesshoumaru paced around the camp, his mouth set in a deep frown as opposed to the blank expression he usually wore. He would pause occasionally for a few seconds, then start to shift from foot to foot. Then he would start up with his pacing again.The word anxious crossed her mind once more, but this time she immediately ruled it out. She decided to approach this situation as if Sesshoumaru wasn't the almighty perfect being that he was, and pretend he was a normal individual.Rin giggled mentally. If that were the case, she would just think that Sesshoumaru-sama had to pee really bad.Her thoughts froze in their tracks.Was it… possible? Logically, she knew all living creatures urinated, demons included. Still, it never crossed her mind that her lord might have this same natural bodily function.If her lord did have to pee, then that would mean he'd been holding it in for days, since she only noticed his odd movements about three days earlier. She supposed it made sense. She knew Jaken only went every other day, and Ah-Un once a week. Since Sesshoumaru was so great, she bet he could hold it for months if he wanted!So… for him to have to go so badly it had to have been quite a while since he'd last gone. If her guess was right, she wondered why he didn't just go in the forest.She continued to monitor her lord as his pacing became more insistent until he was virtually marching back and forth across the camp, bending the tiniest bit at the waist.After an hour of this, Rin began to feel herself falling asleep. Her last thought before she slipped into the realm of dreams was that she had to find a way to assist her lord with his problem.The next morning the group was attacked by a very low level demon. Sesshoumaru had no issue in dispatching it easily, however it was decided that the stop would be utilized as a quick break for Rin, Jaken, and Ah-Un to rest their legs.Jaken had busied himself by practicing with his staff, paying no mind to anything going on with the rest of his company as he tried to perfect what little skill he had with the gifted weapon. He did not want to disappoint his lord by making a mockery of his trust to be useful.Ah-Un lay down on the soft grass to relax, while Rin climbed on top of him, petting the two heads affectionately while at the same time gazing at her lord out of the corner of her eye.If she'd had any doubt in her theory before, Rin was now positive that Sesshoumaru-sama was in desperate need of relief.Forced to stand in one place so as not to bring attention to himself, Sesshoumaru's shifting had now escalated to a bit of dancing. He had lifted his right knee and then quickly let it drop to the ground; he did the same with his left, alternating and probably unknowingly swaying from side to side. His expression was not quite a grimace, but his eyebrows were furrowed and his frown had deepened.Rin's eyebrows shot up and disappeared into her hairline when Sesshoumaru placed both feet on the ground and gave a little hop with his eyes shut tightly, then returned to his milder dancing.Had she really just witnessed it? Rin could not believe her eyes. Oh, her poor lord had to be in agony. Why didn't he just go relieve himself? If it was privacy he wanted there was an entire wooded area behind him.Then Rin had a thought, and decided to test it. Sliding off of Ah-Un, she ambled up to her squirming lord, going unnoticed with his focus so centered on his dilemma. "Are you well, my lord?" She asked softly.The dancing immediately stopped, just as she figured it would. Only this time, Sesshoumaru could not last more than ten seconds being completely immobile before he had to tap his left foot continuously on the ground just to keep the rest of his body still. Rin pretended not to notice, though she saw the tiniest bit of pink seep into her lord's cheeks when it became obvious his control was slipping. She was correct then; her lord was embarrassed.He did not answer right away (not that he usually did, but it was still more hesitant than one of his usual responses). "I am fine, Rin," was all he said. As if to prove this his forced his leg to stop moving and stood perfectly still for several seconds, until he had to rock backwards on his heels and clench his fist at his side.Rin was unsure how to rectify her Lord's situation. If he was simply embarrassed about them knowing he had to go, why not sneak off when they were all sleeping? It's not as if they would be left without protection since he didn't have to go very far. Plus, Ah-Un's senses were keen and the two-headed dragon would protect her and Jaken if their lord was unable to do so.She left her lord alone at this point, busying herself with picking flowers and giving him the freedom to squirm and dance as much as he wished.When night fell, Rin began to think that her lord was just being ridiculous, something she never would've dared thought in the past.Sesshoumaru-sama was now hopping desperately from foot to foot, completely unbidden now that he believed all his charges to be asleep. He paced, he stomped, he squirmed, and he bounced. He had yet to reach down and actually hold himself, but judging by how frenzied his movements had become she thought it wouldn't be long now.Ah-Un shifted as he awoke from the feeling of the ground beneath him vibrating from all the motion. Rin could not feel it since she was human, and Jaken could not feel it because his senses weren't as sharp as the dragon's, which was why the toad remained asleep.It became apparent to Rin that pretending to sleep was no longer necessary. Sesshoumaru was too frantic to notice someone in his camp had woken up and was now staring at him in amusement, so Rin allowed herself to sit up a little and pet the dragon.Ah-Un gave a very low growl of pleasure, which went unnoticed by their lord. Figuring that it was probably okay to speak as well as long as she whispered, Rin directed a question to the dragon she was leaning against."Ah-Un, has this happened to Lord Sesshoumaru before?" The dragon would know, as he'd been with their lord since before herself or even Jaken.Ah-Un nodded, letting out what was probably a quiet chuckle, but sounded more like a gruff exhale of breath to her ears. Surprised at this information, Rin glanced back at her lord, then looked wide-eyed at the dragon."Often?" She squeaked, and received another nod of confirmation. "So how does he fix it?"Since the only one who could understand the dragon's actual speech was Sesshoumaru, Rin had to make guesses at what the dragon was trying to tell her.Ah-Un was a very intelligent being, not to mention quite the artist. With one of his claws he drew a cartoonish looking castle in the dirt as his answer. Rin studied it uncomprehendingly, before venturing a guess. "He goes back to the palace?" Another nod, and Rin couldn't resist the urge to touch forehead to her palm and shake her head at her lord's immaturity.Embarrassed as he may have been, Rin now knew the real problem. Sesshoumaru was the Lord of the Western Lands, and having been brought up by noble standards the dog-demon probably thought it uncouth to relieve himself in the wilderness like the rest of them did without a problem.Curiosity piqued, Rin asked another question, "How much longer will he be able to hold it?" She asked this because looking at him now, holding tightly to the trunk of a tree with his only hand and jumping up and down with his legs tightly clenched together while grinding his teeth audibly (the sight was actually a little funny, but she would feel bad if she laughed at him) she didn't think it could be too much longer.Ah-Un drew a single line in the dirt, and Rin immediately knew what that meant. "One?" She asked for confirmation, which she received. "One week?" Shaking heads. "One day?" Nodding.Rin chewed her lip worriedly; the palace was probably at least a week and a half's travel away, not to mention the fact that her lord was apparently dead set on tailing Naraku despite his body's needs, so they were going almost in the opposite direction of home."What should we do?" She asked the two-headed dragon, who shook it's heads slowly. "Nothing?" She asked in an incredulous whisper. She got an affirmative response, and when she was about to protest on her lord's behalf, Ah-Un began drawing again.He drew a cartoon version of their lord's head; she could tell it was him because of the pointy ears and the jagged lines on his cheeks that represented his demonic markings. The expression was blank, just like how Sesshoumaru's normally was.Then, he drew their lord again, only this time the expression seemed to show him as being a little …she wanted to say embarrassed, but she had already seen his face when embarrassed and this wasn't quite it.She thought he looked a bit… "Humbled," she said out loud, and Ah-Un nodded eagerly letting her know that was the correct word he'd been trying to convey.So the dragon thought Sesshoumaru-sama could use this as a humbling experience? Well, her lord could be a tad bit uptight sometimes.Rin decided to get some rest, lulled to sleep by the sounds of Lord Sesshoumaru quietly groaning as he hobbled around.The next day, Rin and Ah-Un watched Sesshoumaru like hawks while Jaken remained just as oblivious as ever. Rin didn't know how the retainer hadn't noticed, since the demon lord had resorted to bending forward at the waist and shuffling as he walked.As the day wore on, it was obvious that what Ah-Un said was true. At one point while they were walking their lord had to crouch down and bounce lightly before being able to stand back up. He had glanced behind him out of the corner of his eye to see if anyone had noticed, but Ah-Un had already adjusted his gaze to the ground and Rin acted as if she were looking around, indulging in the beauty of nature.Breaks seemed to be torturous for Sesshoumaru, as he was unable to neither walk around nor stand even the least bit still. He mostly just hopped up in down or did a sort of running in place motion. As Rin predicted, toward the end of one of their breaks Lord Sesshoumaru was forced to hold himself with his hand and kneel down, bouncing on his legs for a few seconds before being able to release himself.Rin felt very sorry for her lord, especially when she went behind some bushes for a bathroom break, but he needed to learn not to be so stubborn.It was time to stop for the evening once again, and this time they were near a hot spring, which meant Rin would take a bath before going to sleep.The spring was out of the immediate view of their camp, so Rin would need to be accompanied to assure her safety. Ah-Un and Jaken were already tuckered out and snoozing away, so that left Sesshoumaru.It wasn't unusual that Sesshoumaru would find some rock to sit on so that he was nearby but giving her privacy by not looking at her while she bathed. However, it seemed that this would be an issue for him tonight.As Rin scrubbed the grime of travel from her body and hair, she secretly watched her lord's struggle with himself. He was doing a new form of movement Rin had never seen before, partly because she hadn't seen him sit down when desperate. He was now fanning his legs in an open and close motion, his eyes shut tightly and cheeks pinker then she'd ever seen them. He was growling to himself very quietly; so quietly she could barely hear the rumbling sounds.His legs suddenly slammed shut and he remained still for a moment, staring down at his lap. Rin feared the worst, but was disproven when he started jiggling his knees up and down.Rin began splashing around in the spring, throwing water above her head and giggling to herself. It wasn't often that she had the chance to take a nice bath rather than washing herself up in a river, so she planned to enjoy it.The splashing earned a glance from Lord Sesshoumaru, who was checking to be sure she wasn't drowning. A shudder passed through him when he looked directly out into the water for the first time, and he began to wriggle more persistently as he turned his head away.Having had her fun in the water, Rin returned to observing her lord as she drifted aimlessly through the spring. She stopped when Sesshoumaru let out a sharp hiss and dug his hand into his crotch, raising his bottom briefly off the rock he had perched on before plopping back down, rocking back and forth and still holding himself.Rin felt terrible for not being able to help her lord, but she knew he had put himself into this situation.After ten minutes of rocking Sesshoumaru-sama hurriedly stood up on the rock, crossing one leg over the other tightly. He stayed this way for a while, then jumped off the rock and began to trek around the pool. Her lord's hakama were bright white in color, so Rin could clearly see the darkened patch on his rear that was probably about the size of his fist when he faced away from her. Sesshoumaru-sama had leaked, it seemed.The growling had deepened, so he was obviously aware of and upset about his loss of control. Rin wondered what was going through her lord's mind, and hoped it was something along the lines of knowing his bladder's limits and not holding it in unnecessarily.Rin was about to get out of the spring when she noticed Sesshoumaru bend forward, squeezing himself tightly and jumping up and down like a child. Rin swam to the edge of the pool closest to where he was, resting her arms in front of her and simply watching him now, no longer caring if he saw her.Her lord switched to hopping from foot to foot while turning around in a circle, groaning and growling. Rin was struck with the want to giggle at seeing her strong Lord Sesshoumaru act so silly.She held back a gasp when a short spray hit the earth until the dog demon managed to clamp it off, doubling his efforts and appearing right on the edge of losing all control. It would be clear to anyone, even the dense Jaken, that he was slowly wetting himself.Rin sighed when the spurts became continuous and Sesshoumaru could no longer stop them no matter how he moved. In the end, her lord finally stood still with his legs slightly apart as what had to be buckets of urine poured out of him like a waterfall and soaked his clothing and boots.It took a few minutes for him to finish, an Rin wondered just how long he'd been holding all of that.From the tips of his ears, across his cheeks, and over the bridge of his nose there was a bright red blush on his face. She thought her lord looked a bit dejected as he stared down at his soiled hakama. When he finally raised his head his eyes widened minutely in shock when he noticed her looking right at him and realized she had witnessed his utter humiliation and disgrace.He averted his gaze to the ground, something she'd never known her lord to do in any situation. His soft growling started up again, but this time Rin thought it had taken on a sad tone rather than one of frustration.Knowing she had to help, Rin climbed out of the pool. She walked around the large puddle until she stood in arms reach of her lord and gently grasped his clawed hand in her small ones. He did not resist when she began leading him back toward the hot spring, only looking up when they entered the water. She offered him a calm smile and kept them going until they had reached the middle of the spring. Sesshoumaru's waist was completely submerged, and Rin had to stand on the tips of her toes in order to keep her head above the surface."See, Lord Sesshoumaru!" She said brightly. "Now no one will know!"Realization quickly dawned on him, and Rin thought she saw a flash of gratitude in his deep golden gaze. He placed his heavy palm on her head and smoothed his fingers through her damp hair, and Rin knew she was being thanked.Feeling playful all of a sudden, Rin dived beneath the water and swam away as quickly as she could. Indulging her, Sesshoumaru went after her; an impromptu game of water-tag was formed.The growling that now reverberated through the spring was one of lighthearted excitement. This work was written by Subakino Yumo
  19. Hi everyone, sorry for the long time away. Here is another story! I hope everyone likes it. It's also on Amazon Kindle here - http://www.amazon.com/Biggest-Bladder-City-Holditin-ebook/dp/B01DPW3Z74?ie=UTF8&*Version*=1&*entries*=0 And the rest of my stuff is on Kindle here - http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1?url=search-alias%3Ddigital-text&field-keywords=holditin Without further ado, here's Biggest Bladder in the City! I was on a date with my beautiful girlfriend Jaiya at the movies when we saw another couple in line for food. The cashier handed the girl an extra large drink and promptly her boyfriend made some comment, “Well Prahi, seems you will need to visit the loo before the movie even ends!” The girl looked back at him and laughed, “Oh, I know you’re joking Hans. We both know you’re going out with the girl with the biggest bladder in all the city!” Seeing a good opportunity, I instantly began needling Jaiya, “So, seems you’ve got some competition, huh? When was it you last relieved your tank again?” Jaiya stared at the other couple with annoyance for a few seconds longer before answering, “I let it out this morning at 6. You know a morning pee is all I need, honey!” My girl was also clutching an extra large soda, and I pointed out that she seemed to be on even terms with Prahi. “Pfft! I’ll bet that cow already had a piss with her lunch just a couple hours ago! Whatever, I won’t even look at a sign for toilets until I see her go!” Jaiya’s pride was quick to make its presence felt, even though it was now 3 pm – 9 hours since Jaiya’s strong bladder had gotten a relief. I knew she was serious about her self-imposed challenge and was looking forward to the show! It was not often that Jaiya pushed herself so hard as to actually get desperate, so I was hoping that Prahi was not bluffing to her man. We entered our theater, the same as Prahi and Hans by luck, and Jaiya started sucking down her soda before the previews even began. Prahi was doing the same a few rows down, which all but encouraged Jaiya to drink with more haste. The movie wasn’t 15 minutes old when Jaiya put down her cup for the final time. “Done. All in, none coming out.” Jaiya said simply. Prahi was still working on her drink, we saw, but seemed no worse for wear from it. Another hour passed and Jaiya nudged me, “Can I have a sip of your drink?” My large bottle of water was only a quarter gone, but I knew Jaiya was playing a dangerous game with already so much liquid inside. “Are you sure you can handle it?” I pressed her, pushing the drink to her hand. Jaiya lifted her shirt briefly to let me see the big bulge of her bladder, “Hah! See, I’m already handling quite a lot without complaint. Besides, I’m so thirsty, and a girl shouldn’t change her drinking habits just to soothe her aching bladder.” Before I could protest, Jaiya had downed half of my water. She handed me the cup, shivered, and was still. By 5:30 the movie had come to an end. Prahi hadn’t left her seat and neither had Jaiya, and both girls had clearly drunk an enormous amount of fluids. I knew my girl could hold longer, but it was clear she was hoping Prahi would end this hold and use the bathrooms after the movie. I looked close and saw Prahi was definitely standing and walking with her legs close, and her abdomen was jutting out, but she didn’t stop at the women’s room for a relief. Nonplussed, Jaiya also passed up an opportunity to use the restroom, though I could see her bladder was bulging painfully now with near 12 hours of built up pee! Hans and Prahi went next to the mall right by the theater, so of course we followed. We tried not to be obvious, but we had to see that Prahi was not sneaking off to pee. They stopped at a food vendor and Prahi picked up another drink, so of course Jaiya stopped right after to get a bottle of tea. This tea wreaked havoc on her bladder on the best day, but she wanted to show she was the strongest and could outhold Prahi even with disadvantages. Both girls finished their drinks quickly, and Prahi and Hans went to the clothes section for Prahi to try on lots of tiny outfits. We kept our distance, but Jaiya did the same thing. Time passed and finally it was 8 pm. Now Jaiya was majorly annoyed. I could tell she had to take a piss…bad. But her pride was refusing to let her, even with a bladder now exploding outwards from her belly due to the tea. Prahi had been pee dancing for an hour but still made no move for the toilets, which were right next to the changing rooms. Then, just as Jaiya entered the changing rooms again to try on a pair of low yoga pants, I saw Prahi dart out and into the bathroom. She came out a couple minutes later looking relieved as ever, and I saw her bladder bulge was gone completely. So it was a lie! She didn’t have the biggest bladder in the city by far! Just then Jaiya came out, and I made a fun decision. Jaiya was stamping her feet around and was fidgety, clear signs that her bladder was causing her lots of trouble, so I pointed to Prahi and said, “Look, Jaiya, after all this time she has stopped her pee dancing and is standing and talking normally. Face it; her bladder is just too strong for you.” Jaiya was too distracted by her mammoth stretched bladder to notice Prahi’s flat abdomen, and gritted her teeth responding, “She will break soon, and I will not at all. It is still hours I can last, even as full as I am. I’ve trained myself to ignore such urges for relief.” I pushed the issue, “Is that so? Seems to me you cannot even stand straight up and relax like a lady should. You should go and pee to keep yourself comfortable.” Jaiya’s eyes burned at me as she said, “That is ridiculous. I am comfortable enough just like this and do not need to let this pressure out to act normally. After all, it has been only 14 hours and I am used to lasting much longer than this at a stretch.” The words were music to my ears! Jaiya made a point to unbend her knees and keep her legs apart, though she was absolutely sweating with the effort to remain normal and unbothered! Finally at 10 pm the mall was closing, and Jaiya had to concede that we would not see Prahi use the toilet before having to retire for the night. We passed Prahi and Hans on our way to our car and by chance overheard them talking about meeting for a bus tour the following morning. Jaiya knew the location of the bus tour and her eyes lit up. “Probably Prahi is one of those girls who doesn’t even take a before bed pee or a morning pee when she wakes! She’ll still be full when she sets foot on the bus tomorrow. If I just hold until the bus trip, I know I can beat her still!” I knew Jaiya’s bladder capacity was ridiculous, but this was something else! “Jaiya, try to understand, you will be going on the bus with a 24 hour bladder! It is impossible. You will wet yourself without a doubt.” I told her sternly. But she was resolute, “Don’t be stupid. I will take a pill to fall right asleep tonight, and you know me. After my morning urge to pee out the flood, it dies down for a while. It won’t be a problem to reach at least 30 hours.” I could only nod as we drove back to her house. Amazingly, the night happened just as Jaiya predicted. She fidgeted rather madly when exiting the car and entering her own apartment, but quickly took her sleeping pill, pulled me into bed with her, and fell asleep without a toilet trip. I could feel her massive tankard of a bladder in her abdomen as she slept, piss swirling inside and boiling to get out. The next morning we got up and Jaiya was beside herself with desperation. Her morning piss pressure was almost too much for her, already having been denied since the previous morning. Only her determination to upstage Prahi kept her from rushing to the loo. Instead she gripped the sides of the bed and sweat with effort. I still neglected to tell her about Prahi’s pee at the mall, nor the good possibility that she had taken a morning pee today already. Jaiya made us stop on the way to the bus stop to grab a coffee, even though I told her that would surely bust her 24 hour bladder. “I told you it could reach 30 comfortably, and I’m not going to cut down on my drinking even a little. That shows weakness to Prahi, and I am too strong and too much of a lady for that!” Jaiya responded. We reached the bus stop just in time. I saw Prahi and Hans stepping on, and again Prahi’s abdomen was flat as a board, so she had taken her morning pee! But Jaiya saw nothing, as she was parking the car and finishing her coffee. We made it onto the bus with seconds before it left, and took a seat a few back from Hans and Prahi. Hans handed Prahi a bottle of water as the bus left, so instantly Jaiya pulled her own from her bag. “Are you crazy?? You don’t need to match her drinking that. You’ve already had a coffee!” I said to my girl. I didn’t want her to wet on the bus seat, after all! Jaiya looked at me fiercely, “Does she look like a girl who would not have a coffee in the morning?? Of course not, don’t be dumb! If she has that water and I don’t, she is ahead of me. I will go drink for drink with her. I can take it!” Jaiya began sipping, but I noticed her legs were crossed tight enough to press a diamond. She was having real problems holding her pee, but wouldn’t admit to such a thing. We continued the ride and the bus stopped at 9 am for a rest stop. Hans and Prahi were some of the only passengers who didn’t get off to have a relief, as the bus had no bathroom, and indeed Prahi was the only girl who did not exit, besides my Jaiya of course! 27 hours had passed since Jaiya had pissed, but she had told me multiple times that she was good for 30, so I this time did not question it. Prahi pulled out another bottle of water as the bus departed again, and Jaiya nearly choked getting her own second bottle down as well. I’d never seen her bladder so round and firm before, and I knew it was taking every ounce of her willpower not to hold her own crotch with both hands. Instead she simply gripped the sides of her dress and moaned. The next rest stop came at noon, and now Jaiya had hit her self-proclaimed limit of 30 hours of holding. “That bitch has been holding for 24 hours now, of course she will have to run off and pee!” Jaiya said triumphantly. But of course the truth was Prahi had only 6 hours separating her from her last pee, and while she was no bladder queen it was clear she had a large tank, so she made no move to get up from her seat. Jaiya’s spirit nearly broke when she realized Prahi was not availing herself to the toilets. “That bitch! How can she expect me to hold normally after 30 hours?!? It is so hard to keep in now!” she moaned to me. “You could just go and end the torture,” I told her, but Jaiya shook her head. “I won’t let her humiliate me like that. I’ll just have to keep my sphincter dammed up as long as it takes. Gosh I have to pee so bad!” The ride continued with Jaiya doing everything possible to keep control of her quivering bladder. It was bulged out to obscene proportions now, and she confided softly in me that she would not be able to stay in command of her twitching sphincter much longer. “You are strong! Don’t let her beat you!” I egged her on, and Jaiya nodded and resumed holding with double crossed legs and a hand tightly gripping her pussy. We hit some bumpy roads and I was sure that it would make Jaiya lose control, but she pressed it shut and kept it in valiantly. At 4 pm we took the final rest stop. There was no doubt that Jaiya would have to use it after 34 hours without. “My bladder feels like a lead weight in my abdomen with all the piss it is containing! I have never been this full, I am sure!” she told me between hasty breaths. And even still, she would not get up if Prahi didn’t. Prahi, I’d noticed, had been sitting with her legs closer together as of late, and after all it had been 10 hours since she’d taken a pee break, but I didn’t really expect her to need it. But I saw Hans asked her to accompany him, and after a slight debate she shrugged and nodded. Jaiya nearly screamed with relief just at that, and she bolted up from her seat after Prahi. I followed and watched as Prahi walked normally into the women’s bathrooms at the rest stop, followed by Jaiya, who was hobbling along for all she was worth, clutching desperately at her pussy beneath her flowing dress, trying to make sure that not even one drop escaped her aching abdomen early. Two minutes later Prahi was out of the women’s room, and it was a further two minutes before Jaiya was out. She finally looked calm and proper again, though we had to hurry not to miss the bus, such was the length of her pent up piss! When we were seated, Jaiya looked at my strangely and told her tale, “It was odd. I went into the stall more desperate than I have ever been in my life. I was sure Prahi would have a 30 hour gusher to let go of as well, so I held and held to make sure she went first, even once we were in our stalls. When I heard her stream hit the water, I let mine go, and I couldn’t even hear hers over the splashing I was making for a good minute. You should have seen the pressure my piss was leaving with! It really did want to get out of there! Then I slowed my stream and heard that she was already trickling dry, and once she left I started spraying like crazy again. It was definitely a two liter pee! Probably more! But hers….hers couldn’t have been more than one liter at maximum. I don’t understand….she didn’t go for so long! We watched her!” It was then that I finally gave up the ruse, “Jaiya, I must admit I lied to you. I saw her go at the mall yesterday, and she had no bulge in her bladder region this morning, so I believe she had taken a morning pee as well. But I have never seen you in such a state! You are so good at holding it in your bladder that I wanted to see how far you would go!” Jaiya first looked angry, then smiled, “You know, I do have a bladder of steel! I guess that means that even I outheld the biggest bladder in the city three times over! That’s quite an accomplishment, even for someone with iron control like me!” “That’s right! But I hope this isn’t the last time you show me that iron control! I want to see your bladder bulge and strain regularly!” I told her. “Don’t worry, honey! That’s my special talent!” Jaiya said as the bus pulled away.
  20. bunny

    winx club fanfic

    It was vacation for Alphea, most of the teachers and students left to go home but the winx girls stayed at Alphea except Leila, she needed to go home. It was monday morning and none of the girls had any plans for today and the boys were out for a training camp. They were bored and didn't know what to do. Stella asked the girls to hold a pee holding contest in the afternoon, Bloom didn't want to do it at first because of she has a shy bladder but everyone agreed so she to agreed. There were a few rules: 1) before they begin everyone goes to the bathroom to pee 2) you can't wear pants you can only wear a shirt and your panties 3) there is one bucket in the middle for if you need to pee and can't hold it anymore 4) the winner choses what to do next week 5) the last 2 players have to stand up after an hour when the third player lost 6) the winner has to pee in the toilet to win the game So everyone came back from the bathroom and had to drink a liter of water, then they sat in a circle on the ground. After two hours Tecna and Flora were already struggling to hold it in, Musa, Bloom and Stella didn't show a sign yet. They knew Tecna and Flora were the first to lose. Another hour had past and Tecna was starting to lose it she tried to hold it in but started to leak rapidly, she was losing the battle against her bladder. She ran to the bucket,pulled off her panties and started peeing. Tecna was the first to give up so she went back to her room and didn't came back. The sound of peeing didn't help the others, Flora was still barely holding it in and Musa started to show signes of desperation, Bloom and Stella weren't showing any yet. Thirthy minutes later Flora her panties were getting darker and darker so she ran to the bucket and started peeing at full force through her panties in the bucket. When Musa saw the pee hitting the bucket she put her hands on her crotch to hold back the flood. Flora was done peeing and left the room to change her panties, she also stayed at her room. They were now four hours in the game and only Musa, Stella and Bloom were left. Bloom and Stella were starting to show a little desperation and Musa was really desperate. Musa didn't want to strain her bladder so she went to the bucket and pulled her panties down. She started peeing a slowly stream that went faster. When she was done Musa went to tell the others to come back because the last 2 people were left. Everyone was watching Stella and Bloom now. The hour went by so they had to stand up. Bloom stood up and immediatly crossed her legs, gravity hit Stella her bladder when she stood up and she held her hands on her crotch. The sixt hour went by and both of them didn't want to give up. Stella had her hands on her crotch so nobody noticed the wet spot on her panties, Bloom was now crossing her legs. The contest went the seventh hour in and Stella couldn't hold it anymore, she tried to walk to the bucket but her floodgates went open, there was a puddle forming on the floor. If Bloom wanted to win she had to get to the toilet to pee. She started walking to the bathroom with her hands on her crotch and halfway to the bathroom she had to stop to regain control of her bladder. A minute passed and she started to fasten her pace, her panties were getting damp and when she was inside the bathroom she pulled down her panties and started to pee in the toilet. When she was done she changed her panties and told everyone that she wanted to go camping next week. Please give a comment on my fanfic or one of my other fanfics
  21. Becca woke up from bed. She got up and washed up. Putting on a shirt with a short mini skirt. She went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, she wasn't sure what to pick to drink. What should she drink? A. Juice B. Water C. Iced Tea
  22. This story will take place in a future, where some people have the ability to control people's needs with magic. Becca was told by her teacher to stay back after school. So here she was sitting in the classroom and waiting upon further instruction. Suddenly the door opened and in walked the teacher, with a plastic bag full of some sort of items. "Becca how nice to see you, today we are gonna play a little game." The teacher said and then went to the classroom door and locked it with a key. Instantly Becca's heart began to beat slightly fast, why would the teacher lock the door? What should she do? A. Ask why the teacher locked the door. B. Ask what sort of game. C. Stay quiet.
  23. Desperate School Day Amy walked into Odette high school, today was her first day at this new school. She was wearing a floral pastel pink tee shirt with black skinny jeans. She had blonde hair,green eyes, and a petite body. Amy made her way to the school office."Excuse me, I'm new here. Would you happen to have a schedule?" She asked. The office lady nodded and quickly handed her a schedule. "We have a student who will show you around." A nerdy looking guy appeared seemingly out of nowhere and introduced himself. He explained everything to her and walked her to her class. She thanked him and made her way into the classroom, full with students by now. "Ah you must be Amy, I am Mrs. Baines. Please take a seat." The teacher said. Amy took her seat and noticed the students whispering to each other and staring at her. She blushed and took out a textbook for the class and pretended to be reading it. After a few minutes the students seemed to grow bored and began paying attention to the lesson again. Amy breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully this class would go well. A few minutes into the lesson and Amy noticed a strange heaviness in her bladder region. That was strange she had only gone to the bathroom before she came to school. Which wasn't too long ago, she couldn't possibly have to go again. Amy glanced at the clock, wondering when class would be over. What should she do? [Take out a water bottle from her backpack and take a few gulps] [Raise her hand to go to the bathroom] [Other, please specify]
  24. A Doctor Visit Amy goes to the doctor complaining of bladder problems. A young doctor walks in dressed in a white doctor coat with black slacks. "I am so sorry mam, that it took me so long to get here. Did my nurse take good care of you, miss?" "It is alright, your nurse took very good care of me" Amy says smiling. "Great now what seems to bring you in today? It says on your chart your having bladder issues?" The young doctor says a look of concern on his face. "Ah yes. I am having bladder issues, mainly with holding it. I start to leak before I can make it to the bathroom." She said blushing. "Interesting. Has this been an issue with you previously? How often does this happen?" He asked. "When I was twelve, I had bladder issues. They stopped once I turned 15. Recently it has been happening daily." Amy explained. "We may need to run a few tests on you. Is that okay Amy?" The young doctor asked. "Yes that will be fine, what kind of tests?" She asked. "We would need to test your bladder, to see what seems to happen when you...wet yourself. To do that we would need to give you a pill that will cause your bladder to fill up." The young doctor explained. The young doctor reaches into the pill cabinet and grabs a pill bottle, he pours out one pill onto his hand. He reaches over and places it in Amy's outstretched hand and hands her a cup of water. "Make sure to drink all the water, with the pill." He says. Amy takes the pill and puts it in her mouth, she gulps down all the water with the pill. "Can you tell me a little more about the issues your having?" The young doctor asks. "I'll feel a urge to pee, then I decide to hold it because I normally can. Suddenly it starts slowly leaking out and I can't wait any longer." Amy said. The young doctor observes Amy, then asks "Have you noticed any changes yet? After taking the pill?" Amy shifts on the exam table. "I feel like I drank a lot of water." she says nervously. "Do you mind if I look down there? To make sure everything is alright while we wait?" He asks. "T-that is fine." Amy says nervously. She pulls down her shorts and panties and lies back on the exam table, spreading her legs open. Her bladder feels like a balloon now, she breathes in a shaky breath. The doctor puts on some exam gloves and begins to inspect. "Do you feel like you can hold your bladder more?" The young doctor asks. "I-I'll try." Amy says shakily. Amy suddenly feels pee about to leak out. She tries to hold it back but it leaks out, she gasps. Her legs tense up. The young doctor gets closer to examine further. She feels pee begin to dribble out slowly, she fights to hold it in. "I'm sorry I can't help it." Amy says. "Its okay Amy, I understand if you can't hold it. This is good, I need to see what is happening." He says. Amy feels a unbearable pressure in her bladder and pee begins to spurt out. "Amy let it out, don't hold it for too long." The young doctor says. She manages to stop and hold it in, but only for a few seconds. Her bladder bursts and pee begins to come out in a stream. The doctor leaps back and observes. "Is this normal for you?" He asks. "No, I usually don't go this much. Is it the pill? I felt this sudden unbearable pressure all of a sudden and I couldn't hold back no more." Amy says. "Yes it is the pill. It fills your bladder up to your limit, to test your holding capacity." The young doctor explains. Amy finally stops peeing and sits up. "What's next doctor?" She asks. "I'll prescribe some pills for you to take. These will hopefully help you. But they are still in the testing stages, if you have any side effects don't hesitate to call." He says. Amy gets cleaned up and then gets dressed. "Thank you doctor." She says smiling and then leaves. Hope you enjoyed my story. It is based on a roleplay idea I did with some random person in a chatroom.
  25. Hi Guys, So this last weekend my girlfriend decided that she was going to give me a real treat. Without getting into more details than I think will be helpful to get an answer, I tied her up while she was desperate to pee and tortured her until she lost control. This mainly involved tickling her, making her drink water, preventing her from holding herself, and pressing onto her bladder. Everything went fine at the time, and a good time was had. But the next morning she said that her urethra hurt, and that it hurt bad to pee. Now, she has had a UTI before, but she said this didn't feel quite the same and it went away by that afternoon. In my experience holding, I've never experienced much discomfort after the fact, and if so it only lasted a few hours. Has anyone else experienced this, or have any tips on how we can do this again without resulting in it causing her urethra to burn? -Thanks.