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  1. Hi Omo Lovers! I am bringing to you yet another character who is absolutely obsessed with holding her pee. This is an on-going commission and one which was specifically designed to bring out the raw obsession with controlling one's bladder. Our heroine is a 23 year old girl named Kriti and her adventures with Rex. (Please note: This story involves some bits of male desperation too.) Also if any of you lovely people are looking for someone to write captivating , complex omo stories for you, please DM me. I will be happy to take commissions :-) _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The First Meet: There are people who are obsessed, then there are people who are super-obsessed. And then there’s Kriti who just can’t get enough of pee holding. I recorded all our adventures in my journal. . . It was one of the initial weeks at my post-grad. As always I really needed to pee by the end of the last lecture – like I was clenching and un-clenching every few minutes to fight the waves. But I liked it this way, relishing the tension in my bladder, a kind of thrill that made the day a bit more interesting. "Hey Rex!" Julia's voice called out from behind me. I turned to see her and Lila hurrying towards me, big grins on their faces. "Hey guys," I greeted, shifting slightly from one foot to the other. I'd drunk at least three bottles of water, two cups of coffee, and a large, iced tea throughout the day. The combination had created a rather urgent situation, but I wasn't quite ready to give in. "We were just about to head out to the movies," Lila said, glancing at me curiously. "You look like you're in a rush." "Uh, no, just... thinking about stuff," I replied, trying to sound casual. "Which one are we going to?" "Kiriti chose that Justice League Snyder Cut.” "Fuck! That’s a 4-hour long movie." Lila looked concerned. “She needs to know not everyone can control their pee like her.” All my senses got electrified immediately, especially down there. “What do you mean?” I tried to supress my excitement. “Just ignore it Rex. Kriti is crazy. She just never pees.” Julia said sighing. “Do you mind waiting here till we will use the washroom. Kriti is not going to go anyways.” Lila pulled Julia and hurried off to the restroom, leaving me standing there, shifting from foot to foot. I checked my watch. How long could they possibly take? Not that I was complaining. A couple of minutes later I found myself shifting my weight from one foot to the other, when I heard a teasing voice from behind me. "Hi! You must be Rex! Hi, I’m Kriti.” I turned to see a bombshell smiling naughtily at me. “Hey Kriti, nice meeting you.” I cheerfully responded. My eyes were watering as I forced myself to not stare at her heaving cleavage, or her chiselled midriff, of her skirt that barely reached her crotch. "Nice to meeeet you Rex.” Kriti’s words stretched as she looked at me with confusion. Well, the vein on my forehead could have popped out. Then she looked down at her boobs, threatening to burst out of her tank top. She bit her lips and again teased me, “You are perhaps the only guy who looked at me in the eye.” Before I could respond, Julia and Lila reappeared, looking much more comfortable. “You wanna go?” Julia asked, pointing towards the restroom door. “Babe, it’s Tuesday. I don’t pee on Tuesdays.” Kriti rolled her eyes. That’s when I ACTUALLY looked at her midriff. She was so petite that her bladder bulge jutted out like a pillow under a sheet. No Toilet Tuesdays: “I don’t pee on Tuesdays...” Kriti’s words kept echoing in my head as we walked to the theatre. My gaze never left her contoured midsection. I didn’t even bother to check the projection of her bust in that toddler sized top. Despite that belt squeezing her bulge into two parts like an hourglass, she didn’t flinch or squirm even once. There were a few moments when I caught her looking at the tent inside my pant. Loved to watch the corner of puffy lips bend into a supressed smile. Inside the theatre, we settled into our seats. Julia and Lila were busy chatting about the latest campus gossip, while I tried to focus on anything but the pressure in my bladder. Kriti, on the other hand, looked perfectly at ease, even though I knew she had to be feeling the same urgency. How did she do it? But there were more surprises to come. As we sat down, Kriti turned to us with a mischievous grin. “Anybody want anything to drink?” “I’ll have a soda,” Lila said. “Me too!” Julia chimed in. “Great,” Kriti said, standing up. “What about you Rex?” I stared at her, flabbergasted. Was she serious? "Uh, I’m good," I managed to say, not trusting myself to drink anything more. “C’mon dude!” She playfully nudged me. “You can sneak out if nature calls. I am not going to judge you.” She winked at me and left from her seat. I watched her walk away, her butt cheeks wiggling under that teeny tiny skirt. She came back with a tray balancing five sodas, three small and two giants sized colas. By giant I mean, they were almost the size of my thighs. Then, to my utter astonishment, she downed half of her first cola in one go even before the movie began. “God I was thirsty.” She licked her lips and then immediately continued to chug the rest. As the movie started, I tried to concentrate on the plot, but my mind kept drifting back to Kriti. She sat there, calmly sipping her drinks, her face showing no signs of discomfort. Her toned legs were casually crossed and hands brushing against mine. I gulped down my throat as I struggled with that puny soda. My nails dug into the armrest. My butthole clenched tight as I fought the onslaught of waves. It was getting impossible to sit still. Halfway through the movie, I glanced over at Kriti. Her first cola was long gone, and she was happily sipping her second one, her face serene. “Gal Gadot must have such a strong bladder, just look at her one-piece costume.” Kriti giggled. Seriously, she was thinking about other’s bladders without a care of her own. How on earth was she doing it? Meanwhile, I was practically dancing in my seat, trying to stay composed. By the end of the movie, my bladder was screaming for relief. Kriti stood up slowly. The weight of 2 litre of colas was weighing her down. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead but apart from that – NOTHING. No squirming, no clenching of teeth. Nil, nada! She had to pull her skirt up against her considerably larger bulge. I had tears in my eyes thinking of how her nerves were firing inside her, but she didn’t make a move toward the bathroom. Julia and Lila, on the other hand, practically bolted from their seats the moment the credits rolled, disappearing into the restroom with a sense of urgency that I envied. Kriti and I stood just outside the bathroom, both of us silent as we watched the bustle of people coming and going. I subtly shifted my weight from one foot to other. Kriti stood with her hands on her waist, tapping her foot. “They always have to pee after a movie.” She pouted. The tension between us was palpable. After a few moments, I couldn’t resist continuing the topic. "So, Kriti," I began, trying to sound casual. "Do you really not pee on Tuesdays?" Kriti’s eyes twinkled mischievously as she turned to me. "Oh, I know it sounds absurd but yeah! I call it No-Toilet-Tuesdays." she replied with a grin. "Even the rest of the days are more or less the same. Peeing just feels like such a waste of time, you know?" I couldn’t help but chuckle at her response. "Yeah, I can relate. I haven’t gone since yesterday morning too," I said trying to show my strength. “Yesterday morning,” Her expression changed from surprise to confusion. “I thought you have been holding longer than me.” She chuckled and came closer. What did she mean? She was holding for even longer. A bucket load of blood rushed towards my manhood. “Guess that makes two of us who like to play this game.” I blurted out cluelessly. "Exactly!" Kriti exclaimed, nodding in agreement. "Who needs the bathroom when you’ve got willpower?" As we exited the theatre, we all walked to a nearby restaurant to grab dinner. The cool evening air did little to alleviate the growing urgency in my bladder. As we sat down and ordered, I couldn’t help but marvel at Kriti. She was quieter now, her movements more deliberate, but still no sign of giving in. When our drinks arrived, I stared at my water, debating whether to take a sip. Kriti, on the other hand, took a long drink from her glass, her face a mask of calm. “You okay, Kriti?” Julia asked, noticing her unusual quietness. “Yeah, just a bit tired,” Kriti replied with a smile. I thought I had finally caught her desperate but no! I imagined that her legs would be crossed like a pretzel under the table. But boy was I wrong. In fact, she was relaxed enough that I got an eyeful of upskirt. The rest of the dinner was a mix of laughter and casual conversation, but I couldn’t fully focus on it. Even on our way back the girls kept chattering. I was quiet and my eyes were scanning her for the slightest sign of discomfort. Instead, I saw the button on her skirt was fighting for its life while she kept enacting the characters from the movie like a goofball. I had no idea how she did this, but one thing was for sure, my post-grad is definitely going to be exciting AF. The Button Won’t Come Off: Another mind-bending experience which is still etched in my mind. It was one of those mornings where the alarm felt like a betrayal. I rolled out of bed, determined to stick to my plan: no morning pee and add some extra thrill to my day. It was the first time that I and Kriti were going to have common classes throughout the day, and I wanted to challenge myself to hold with Kriti. By the time I arrived, my bladder was uncomfortably full, like I had to prevent jostling my bladder too much. I spotted Kriti in the hallway before our first class. She was cheerful as ever, chatting animatedly with a few of her friends. She was dressed in tight racer back and jeans which looked more like they were painted on. Her waist already had red marks of the fabric denting into her skin. But what caught my eye, though, was the moderate bulge at her abdomen, a clear sign that she was already well into her usual bladder-holding routine. “Hey, Rex!” she greeted me with a bright smile. “Ready for another fun day?” “Absolutely,” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. “You seem… prepared as usual.” Kriti laughed, patting her water bottle. “Oh, you know me. Gotta stay hydrated!” Throughout our classes, I watched as Kriti kept sipping water, her bottle gradually emptying. I was curious how she managed it with such ease. Then, partway through the morning, she stood up and announced, “I need to go to the bathroom.” I raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised. “Really?” I asked, unable to hide my skepticism. Kriti grinned. “Only to refill my water bottle. Don’t worry, Rex. My bladder’s still holding strong.” Relieved yet impressed, I nodded. “You’re something else, Kriti.” As the morning turned into lunchtime, we grabbed a table with a few friends. Lunch consisted of sandwiches and, of course, more drinks. I opted for a large, iced tea, while Kriti went for a giant smoothie. I could feel my bladder stretching, but I kept my discomfort under wraps, determined to maintain my composure. After lunch, we headed back to class. I was nearing my limit, but I knew I couldn’t let it show, especially not in front of Kriti. As we settled into our seats, Kriti was called up for her presentation. She looked a bit nervous, and I noticed her chugging down a full liter of water just before her turn. She took the floor with confidence, delivering her presentation flawlessly. There was no sign of discomfort or squirming, even as she stood there with a bladder that must have been on the verge of bursting. I couldn’t help but admire her poise. Once classes were over, I was ready to rush back to my dorm and finally relieve myself. But Kriti had other plans. “Hey, Rex, want to study together in the library?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with that familiar challenge. “Sure, why not?” I replied, even though my bladder was practically screaming at me. The library was cold, which didn’t help matters. We found a quiet corner and settled in with our books. Kriti’s movements were slower now, and she kept her legs tightly glued together. Yet, she continued to surprise me. Half an hour into the session she ordered green tea for both of us. What appeared to be an innocent study aid turned out to be a river of tea. She downed the tea, cup after cup, without a hint of desperation on her face. I mirrored her actions, grabbing a tea for myself. “You really don’t make this easy, do you?” I joked, trying to keep my voice steady. Kriti laughed softly. “What’s the fun in easy? Besides, it’s a good way to stay focused.” As the evening wore on, the cold library air made everything worse. Kriti’s determination was inspiring, though. Her legs remained firmly pressed together and her focus razor sharp. By 9 we had our dinner with some more water. She looked a little unsure as we headed back to the library. Upon asking she brushed it off saying, “My jeans is so tight. Its fucking killing me my Bladder.” “I can wait if you want”, pointing to the ladies room. “Oh no Rex! That’s not what I meant. I contain way more than this even when I pee.” She grabbed my arm tightly, blushing and squishing her rack. “What do you mean?” She just smiled to me and shrugged it off Back at the library, we exchanged glances, both of us aware of a silent competition. “Fancy some more tea?” Kriti asked with a grin. I forced a smile and nodded in a yes. The hours ticked by, the cold air making the pressure in my bladder even more unbearable. I went under the table making an excuse of picking up my pen. I sneakily ogled at her bladder, which was so swollen that it was casting a shadow on her crotch. Yet, she made no move towards the bathroom. We sat there, sipping our tea, working on our assignments, and silently challenging each other to hold on just a little longer. By midnight we were both tired and decided to call it a day. “Kriti, you’re amazing, you know that?” I said, packing my bag. She looked up, her eyes twinkling. “You’re not too bad yourself, Rex. It’s all about mind over matter.” I couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, mind over bladder, more like.” I went ahead and tried to open the door to exit but it didn’t budge. My throat went dry as I realized we were locked in. Kriti and I had been so immersed in our studies that we failed to notice when the guards locked the door. “Kriti,” I whispered urgently. “I think we’re locked in.” She looked up at me, her eyes widening. “Are you serious?” She hurriedly came to the door, pulling and pushing with all her might, but in vain. We dialled security, but there was no answer. We tried calling our friends but had no network on our phones either. We were well and truly stuck. “Guess we’re spending the night here,” Kriti said with a resigned shrug. Despite the situation, she seemed remarkably calm. She pulled up her jeans tighter and collapsed on the couch. I could literally she her bulge sloshing under her skin. Meanwhile, I was failing miserably at hiding my growing desperation. I paced back and forth, trying to distract myself from the increasing pressure. Kriti, in contrast, settled onto the couch with a yawn, her legs crossed but still composed. “How can you be so relaxed?” I asked, exasperated. Kriti shrugged, leaning back. “Mind over bladder, remember?” I couldn’t help but laugh despite my discomfort. “You’re something else, Kriti.” Eventually, exhaustion took over, and Kriti fell asleep on the couch, her breathing steady and serene. I, on the other hand, was pacing like a caged animal, unable to sit still for more than a few minutes. I paced around, tried to read and even meditate. But nothing fucking worked. There was a time when I thought about letting it go in a dustbin but my conscience stopped me. Kriti wouldn’t even look at me if I did something so horrific. Somehow, I managed to doze off in a chair, but it was a restless sleep. When I woke up, morning sun was streaming through the library windows. My bladder pushed the pent-up pee to my dick with renewed vigour. My bladder was beyond full, and I was on the brink of losing control. I spotted Kriti still asleep on the couch, looking oddly peaceful despite the tremendous bulge in her abdomen. It had somehow grown even bigger. As I ogled at her washboard flat torso, I realized the projection of her bladder was just as striking as her massive breasts. I shook her shoulder gently. “Kriti, wake up! The library is about to open.” She stirred, blinking sleepily. “Morning already?” she mumbled, stretching. “How are you holding up?” “Not well,” I admitted, pulling at my hair in despair. “We need to get to the dorms, like, NOW.” Kriti glanced at her watch and shook her head. “I have class in ten minutes. I’ll go straight there.” Her eyes widened in disbelief and then squinted in disappointment, as she looked at her bulge, “HOW THE FUCK the button is still intact. I was confident it would come flying off like the other time. . .” She covered her face and grunted. My jaw dropped. “Are you kidding me?” “Never mind Rex! I just have ten minutes to my classes.” She said nonchalantly as she packed her bag. “Kriti, you haven’t peed since yesterday, and you’re just going to go to class?” “Correction, not just yesterday.” She smiled serenely. “Yep. I can handle it. You do you, Rex.” I couldn’t believe her composure. “You’re insane,” I said, half in admiration, half in disbelief. “I prefer determined,” she replied with a wink. With that, she gathered her things and headed off to her class. I watched her go, still in shock at her level of control. As for me, I couldn’t wait any longer. I bolted towards my dorm, each step feeling like it would be my last before bursting. “Good luck, Rex!” she called after me, her voice full of amusement. “Thanks!” I shouted back, sprinting as fast as I could. Finally reaching my dorm, I raced to the bathroom, relief in sight. I couldn’t help but scream at myself for being so weak. Kriti’s calm control was something to aspire to, but for now, I was just happy to have made it through the night, without wetting myself. As I finally relieved myself, I thought maybe, just maybe, next time I’d be able to hold it as well as she did. - - - To Be Continued - - -
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  3. Including me, most girls read their ABC of pee holding at school. School is the best place for a girl learn pee holding. I also developed a good bladder control thanks to my school. The reasons why I had to hold pee at school are a different discussion. However I almost never use school toilets. This is an experience I wrote in another thread sometime ago, and thought of publishing it in a separate topic as a story. If you are interested enough, I will write some more of my experiences. (Since I'm not a native English person, pardon me for language errors. By the time I wrote this story few years ago, my English was not very good) Enjoy the story below! Our school starts at 7.30am and ends at 1.30pm. That day I had after-school tuition classes from 2.30pm until 6.30pm to which I directly went from school. Usually I never go to school toilets. I hold pee until school is over. If I have after school classes, I hold pee until that class is over too. (A very long hold from morning to evening) I can somehow manage until I reach home, with a lot of fidgeting and pee dance, Usually bursting by the time that class ends. That day was a cold rainy day and I had drunken a lot of water and I got the need to pee at around 8am. I held it until the first school break at 10.30am. Then I happened to drink some soft drinks with my breakfast. I was nearly desperate then. Still I didn't go to school toilet, because I was confident that I could hold. I just drank a lot of water during next lessions just to challenge myself and to enjoy my desperation, and I was bursting by the time when school ends at 1.30pm. Then I was quite doubtful about going to the school toilet before leaving to after school class. I felt fearful about holding this bursting bladder for many more hours if I go to the class unrelieved. However I had my lunch and drank a lot of water and finally came to that brave decision of holding until the end of the class. My school uniform was a little bit tight white frock and I could see my bladder bulging out. I bravely went to the class with a bursting full bladder. I couldn't either sleep or concentrate on lessons thanks to my bursting bladder. Bladder bulge was quite vissible and I was fidgeting a lot with tightly crossed legs, winning the attention of everyone in the class. It was raining outside and hence very cool and it worsened my desperation. Oh God. I wanted to pee pee and pee to release that galooons of urine trapped inside my poor bladder. Finally the class ended at around 6.30pm. When I suddenly stood up, an uncountable pressure suddenly hit my bladder and I almost felt like loosing it. But I immediately tightened my left hand on my crotch and prevented the flood. Otherwise there could have been a huge flood in my class. But few drops leaked which didn't come out of my frock, not even through legs. It was now obvious to everyone that I was desperate to pee although no-one pointed it out. I couldn't even stand still. I was very very desperate. It was raining outside and I walked under an umbrella to the bus stop. I was pee dancing and fidgeting heavily and couldn't even walk continuously. I kept my left hand tightly at my crotch between two legs. I could feed the hardness of my overfilled bulging bladder in my lower belly. The bulge was obvious in my slim body. I felt like to wet myself in the rain, so that no-one notices it because its the rain. But due to whatever reason, I felt scared to do so and I decided not to give up the game until I reach home. That is to hold this huge load of pee until I reach home, which means I'll have to hold for at least one more hour. When I reached the bus stop, the time was few minutes before 7pm. That means I had been holding pee for nearly 11 hours. With a huge amount of water and liquids. If I could hold until I reach home, that could have been a big achievement in my life. I was desperately fidgeting while standing in the bus stop, with my hand between my thick thighs. Finally the bus came. It was crowded and I didn't get a seat and had to travel standing. After few minutes getting into the bus, my desperation rose to new levels and my urge intensified. There was very little space inside the bus since it was heavily crowded. Suddenly my lower belly was compressed in that crowd while I was standing inside the bus. There I went to hell and I almost felt like loosing that load of pee. I put my all efforts by getting the energy of every muscle fibre in the body to prevent opening of my floodgates. But I ended up again leaking few drops into my panty. No-one noticed that. After that urge, I felt like I can't hold it anymore and I'm going to pee myself. Hot Pee of nearly 12 hours was boiling inside my bladder and I can't withstand that huge pressure created by that hot load of pee. I was very very scared and shivering. I felt like I'm about to pee myself. If peed inside the bus, the bus could have been flooded. But the biggest problem was that everyone in the bus will know that I peed myself in the bus. There was the logo and name of my school printed in my uniform frock and belt. So everyone will know my school and it will be a hot news among other guys and girls that a girl of this particular school shamelessly peed inside a bus. And even the girls of my school will get to know that and I'll be humiliated in school and everywhere. Not only me, even my school will get humiliated. But no-one know that how much fluids I'm holding in my poor bladder for how many hours. No-one knows how much I'm suffering with an overfilled bladder. Only what they will know is to blame and mock at a girl who wet inside a bus. Now I regretted about not wetting myself unnoticeably in rain before getting into the bus. If I wet so, it could have been done without getting noticed by anyone because because no-one will notice urine passing between my legs in the rain. But if i pee now, everyone in the bus will see that and notice. If I wet now I'll be humiliated for this incident for the rest of my entire life. So i determined myself to hold this load of boiling pee without letting any single drop to escape until I reach home. Hold means hold ! Somehow hold. I crossed my legs tightly and tightened my hand between legs. At this time, any one could notice that I'm holding a desperate load of pee trying to escape my bladder. Either by looking me fidgeting heavily or by looking at my bulging lower abdomen. The bulge was so obviously seen and even I couldn't estimate how many litres of hot pee does it contain. But others knowing that I'm holding wasn't a problem to me as long as I'm not wetting. I was bursting bursting and bursting by the time I reached my destination. I was not half dead, but totally dead with pain. Suddenly I very powerful wave of desperation hit me which I felt like I couldn't bear. With that I felt like I'm losing control. A long spurt of pee excaped my bladder before I regained control. Leaked urine was flowing through my legs. I was so scared that I may wet inside the bus at that point. So I immediately got out of the bus at a bus stop before my destination stop, planning to walk that remaining little distance. As soon as I got out of the bus I tightened my floodgatesso tightly so that even an iron ball if kept between my thighs could have been crashed. Again my bladder leaked few drops and warned me about the load of pee trapped there. I was now behaving like an unconscious mad girl. I can't walk continuously. I stop several times to tighten my urethra for every 10 feet of walk. I was at my extreme limits. Time was several minutes passed 8pm and my poor bladder had been holding a huge load of urine for more than 12 hours. I wanted to somehow hold this until i reach home. Suddenly another powerful wave of desperation came and that was the end. My overcontrolled flood gates opened with the help of my bladder which was screaming for a relief for more than 12 hours and I had no energy to do anything against them at this instance because all my energy had been used up to control my bladder for the last 12 hours. So finally it happened and a wide stream of hot urine began to escape my urethra between my legs down my white tight schoolfrock. I tried my best to stop the stream. But I had no energy remaining to do so. At the end, I released the load of hot urine which was boiling inside my bladder for 12 hours, with all my pains for the last 12 hours, to be mixed with that rain in the darkness. I peed peed and peed forever. At the end of the stream, I was in heaven with relief..
  4. At work had to pee pee 6 times with no changies so I kept peeing my pull up had 4 leaks super soaker achieved.
  5. Hi Omo Lovers! Presenting a new character for all of you. Please welcome Ms. Yana, the sexiest office lady who will go any lengths to hold her pee and act professionally. Releasing the story soon. . .
  6. When everyone she met had to pee As Sadie poured herself her first morning mug of tea Gypsy looked up at her with her big brown eyes and her tail wagging eagerly. “I’ll take you out as soon as I’m finished this ok?” The tea finished and her shoes and coat on Sadie clipped Gypsy’s lead on and headed out towards the open parkland near her home. Taking her usual morning route Gypsy pulled seeing her doggy boyfriend Patch. “Morning Mr. Green. Nice weather for it this morning.” “Mmm. Morning Sadie and Gypsy. Come on Patch I’m in a hurry this morning! Sorry I’m in a bit of a position this morning unfortunately and I really need to get back home rather urgently.” As Mr. Green pulled Patch reluctantly away from a confused Gypsy and Sadie Sadie couldn’t help noticing Mr. Green standing awkwardly with a hand in his trouser pocket while his older dog once again cocked his leg against a tree. As Gypsy suddenly pulled her Sadie jumped but followed diligently after her dog her eyes still fixed on Mr. Green. “Sorry about that. I don’t think Gypsy wanted her friend to go without saying a proper hello this morning. I hope everything is ok.” “It will be as long as Patch here walks a bit quicker.” Sadie didn’t know a huge amount about Mr. Green though she did know he didn’t work Mondays so maybe his emergency must be something family related. Whatever it was he was anxious and flustered and acting way out of character. Patch casually sniffed at some grass as Gypsy approached him with her tail wagging. “Patch come on will you! I really really need to get back.” Sadie couldn’t help noticing that Mr. Green was now moving his legs constantly, his face blushing with embarrassment and his hand still stubbornly wedged in his pocket despite it looking quite unnatural. Actually he reminded her of her little nephew who hated interrupting play time for a potty trip, not that she’d ever say anything like that to Mr. Green! “Patch! Patch! I’m afraid you’ll have to excuse me Sadie but I really must get back home pronto. Patch, come on!” With both dogs still on lead while their owners conversed neither Mr. Green nor Sadie had noticed that somehow their leads had become entwined and tangled together preventing either dog coming to their owner. “Oh! Wait a minute and I’ll untangle them both. What a mess they’ve got into.” “Thanks” As Sadie unclipped Gypsy’s lead from her collar to untangle it from Patch’s she couldn’t help but notice Mr. Green tapping his leg on the path and sighing. “You couldn’t hold Gypsy a moment could you please? It’s going to take both my hands to untangle them. Thanks.” As Mr. Green stepped closer to the dogs and Sadie and bent down to hold the female dog by her collar Sadie overheard him moaning and muttering under his breath. “If I end up pissing my pants it’s your fault Patch!” So she was right! The man she met most mornings on her routine dog walk was hunched down right beside her bursting for a pee! Sadie turned away from him pretending she hadn’t heard his muttering as she quickly untangled the leads. Bending down to hook the lead back onto her own dog she looked Mr. Green right in the eye. “I hope you don’t get delayed any more Mr. Green. See you tomorrow.” Mr. Green stood up grabbing Patch’s lead and walked very quickly away with his hand back in his pocket. Sadie watched him go smiling. Patch was rather an old man and he didn’t exactly do ‘quickly’. Tomorrow, when she hopefully met Mr. Green again, he might be less flustered, though Sadie secretly hoped not. She had to admit seeing him clearly needing the loo had been a brilliant start to her day for sure!
  7. Amanda: the girl who could only pee at home I haven’t written about Amanda before because I needed to think very carefully how I told you about her. The reason for that is because while I often saw her with a very full bladder her reason for not going to the ladies was actually complex and serious. Amanda had paruresis, or extreme shy bladder and it was, for her, actually quite disabling. I hope I can now share some of her struggles with compassion, respect and authenticity. I met Amanda in the senior youth club at church. She had lovely long black hair that went half way down her back, was of average build and a lovely approachable face. She was friendly, yet reserved, and at times quite anxious. Yet she had a truly amazing gift for singing and the youth leaders were particularly keen to develop this with her. At first I had no idea about her inability to urinate anywhere except her own home because the youth club would last a few hours on a Friday night then we all went home. While there was a tuck shop and we. all, Amanda included, purchased and drank cans of fizzy juice and ate crisps and chocolate, it wasn’t uncommon for any of us not to use the bathrooms in the church. While I didn’t know about the issue I think the youth leaders may have and this first memory might show you why I think that. It was a Saturday in May and the youth leaders had arranged for us to do some community work to show our love in action. They had arranged a day of duties for us which we were all looking forward to. We split into teams and went in two minibuses to our separate areas of the town. I was in Amanda’s team and we were going to an area with some sheltered housing for the elderly where we would be litter picking, planting flowers and singing for the residents. We had all been asked to bring a packed lunch with us. The morning went fine and we began with the litter picking. Being youths we had the usual laugh together and fun but by around 11am ish the litter had all been picked up. We stopped and the owner of the sheltered complex came out with juice and biscuits for us all. As it was warm we all, including Amanda, drank cups of juice until there was none left. We then began digging ready to plant some flowers. It wasn’t until lunch time that any of us headed into the complex, one at a time, to use the loos. I wasn’t needing to go so I continued digging and then sat on some grass to eat my lunch. Amanda was near Dave, one of the youth leaders, and asked him when we were due to finish. He asked if she was ok and she just nodded then ate her lunch like everyone else. After lunch we got back to digging and preparing the soil and I noticed Amanda kept moving around. By this point I had nipped into the loo in the complex but I noticed she hadn’t. We had to keep drinking as it was warm and it struck me that she must have been the only one of us who hadn’t been to the toilet all day. Amanda was moving around a bit but nothing too obvious though Dave did ask her twice if she was ok to which she wither replied quietly yes or nodded. We planted the various plants and flowers and tidied up. I thought we might be finishing but Dave called us all together and said that he was going to get his guitar from the minibus and then we would end the afternoon signing to the residents. While he went to get his guitar Amanda sat quietly crossed legged on the grass. When Dave returned he went to find the complex manager to say we were ready but we had to wait in the gardens for the residents to be gathered together in the lounge area first. This took a while so we were mucking around and laughing but I noticed Amanda had gone very quiet. We finally went inside and stood together but Amanda stood behind me. We sang an few choruses and I could hear Amanda sing behind me but also hear her foot tapping too. Then Dave called Amanda forward so she could sing herself. That’s when I knew she had to really pee because she was finding it really hard to stand still, tapping her foot and bending at the knees or swaying as she sang. After about half an hour of singing we were all offered more juice before we left. Dave was keen that we all had a drink as the sun was shining in the big windows and it was warm. Amanda seemed reluctant but did as we all did anyway. We said goodbye and then headed to the minibus. Dave was driving and Amanda sat next to me in the front. As I lived the furthest away I was most often last to be dropped home and Amanda was the second last. Amanda was quiet and tense in the bus looking out the window. I assumed she was tired after a busy day. One by one the others were dropped home and I heard Amanda moan a little beside me. Dave must have heard too as he asked if she was ok. Amanda was facing the window turned to the side with her legs tightly crossed at an angle. Without turning around she whispered back to Dave that she was just desperate to get home. “ Won’t be long now. You’re next”. Dave and myself continued chatting normally when Amanda turned around, her face red and her forehead sweating, as she leaned forwards in the seat and pulled her arms tight around her waist. “Are you ok there Amanda? You’re not going to be sick?” Almost crying she didn’t even look up as she rocked in her seat and held her stomach. “I just...I just really need to get home.” Worried about her I put my hand on her back and rubbed it. I thought perhaps she maybe had period pains or wind or something as she looked pale and very very tense. Not knowing what was wrong I asked her if her stomach was sore. She looked up with pleading, tearful eyes at me and snapped. “I just really really REALLY need to pee ok! I’ve not been all day!” “Did you not go at the complex?” “No! I’ll be home in a minute anyway now. Just hurry up please Dave!” I didn’t feel I should say anything more but after she was dropped off home Dave shook his head and sighed before driving me home. “She’s her own worst enemy at times that girl.” “I suppose so. Not like her to be so snappy though. I guess she could have her monthly though...” “Maybe. Though I think she was just really desperate for the loo. Anxiety can be quite disabling at times you know and can get you into quite a pickle. Anyway did you enjoy yourself today then?” “Yeah it was great.” “Brill. I have a few more days planned so I hope to see you there.”
  8. I thought I would revisit some of the characters I have written about before. I’ll link the previous stories as a comment if anyone has missed the previous ones. Enjoy! All Day Candy tries to beat her record Candy woke remembering her target once again: all day without a pee. Today was day three and although yesterday had been an improvement on the day before she still hadn’t quite made it. Today needed to be the day! Switching off her morning alarm she stretched and climbed out of bed, her strapless satin nightie falling down her large breasts as she did. Pulling it back up she went next door to her bathroom and relaxed on the toilet looking forward to the fact she wouldn’t do this again until bedtime. As she squeezed every last dribble out she slid out her nightie and stepped into the warm shower. Drying her body and hair she chose her favourite black fitted leather trousers and a snug cream blouse trimmed with lace at the cuffs and front as she tied her hair back and put her make up on. Down in the kitchen she made a mug of tea and some cereal with cold milk and packed herself a lunch. Driving to work in the rain she couldn’t help wondering if today would be the day: would she actually manage to hold her bladder a full 12 hours? The thought made her nipples tingle in excitement. Pulling into the quiet car park she walked around to the back door of her small store and unlocked it, waving to Mukesh as he took in his morning delivery. Switching on the lights and heating and turning off the alarm Candy checked the shop over as usual. She still had half an hour before the centre opened to customers so she made herself a coffee and turned on her computer at the till. If the shop wasn’t busy today she hoped to launch a social media ad campaign to see if she could promote more online sales of her brand. Since lockdown many were still reluctant to come to the shop in person and Candy didn’t want to lose her loyal customer base. With her coffee finished she opened the shutters and waited. It was a slow start but that gave Candy time to work on her advert and catch up on some other admin. The two customers that came in knew exactly what they wanted and were quickly served. Before she knew it it was lunch time and she enjoyed her filled roll and apple. She looked in her bag for her bottle of water annoyed that it looked liked she’d accidentally left it at home. Looking at the computer screen had given her a slight headache and she needed water to take some pain killers. She was just thinking what to do when the answer appeared. Mukesh from the newsagents next door came in, dressed in his suit and usual bright tie that contrasted stunningly against the bronze tone of his brown flawless skin. Candy smiled as she noticed his eyes immediately lower to her bust as the lace of her blouse accentuated her large breasts and seemed to get caught between them as she sat behind the counter. As usual he was looking for change for a £20 winking his eye and smiling charmingly as he spoke. “You don’t happen to have...emmm...change do you Candy?”, Candy checked the till and counted out change. “I do but could I ask a favour in return?” Mukesh looked a little embarrassed. “Eh...yes of course. How can I help you?”, “Oh it’s just a small thing. I left my bottle of water at home. If I give you the cash could I buy one from you if that’s ok?” “Is that all? Of course! I’ll be right back!” Mukesh returned with not one bottle of water but two. “On the house Candy!” Candy opened one, took the painkillers and drank the rest soon after. The afternoon picked up a little with a few more customers and by mid afternoon Candy was starting to need to pee. She smiled to herself as she thought how long she planned to wait still as she decided to add to the intensity by drinking the second bottle as the afternoon went on. By the time 4pm came around she was sitting crossed legged at her computer by the till squirming a fair bit with an ever filling bladder. The sensations this gave to her vagina thrilled her as she felt her lips swell and her urethra pound. Bouncing her leg and swinging it as she sat were enough to keep things at bay at first but she could already feel the pressure increasing as every moment passed. Candy was about to tidy up ready for closing when Mukesh walked in again. ‘Have you read the email from management Candy?’ ‘No. What’s happened?’ Candy came out from behind the till as Mukesh beckoned her closer to read the email on his phone. Handing her his phone Mukesh watched Candy as she stepped forwards and backwards and crossed her legs, not standing still for a moment. His eyes moved from her shiny hair to her rosy cheeks to her large breasts and then from her waistline and hips to her long leather covered legs. He was in no hurry for Candy to finish reading and her constant movements made her even sexier than ever. Finally Candy handed back the phone and sighed. ‘What a cheek! Are we working together again then?’ ‘Definitely!’ ‘Great count me in!’ Candy opened the door of her shop and turned the sign to closed. She liked Mukesh, even secretly fancying him, but her body was screaming for attention and his presence was only making things worse! Candy could feel her heart rate increasing even as Mukesh passed as she caught a sniff of his aftershave. Combined with the intense pressure between her legs and her already moisture filled vagina it was getting a little too much. Mukesh left and Candy locked up the front door, turned off the lights and heating, switched on the alarm and headed out the back door to her car. As she locked the back door she couldn’t stand still, her bladder busting for release. In the stress of the moment she dropped her bag but immediately picked it up and got in her car. Sitting down the waist of her trousers pressed on her bladder and Candy counteracted this by pressing a hand into her crotch. She still had hours left to hold if she wasn’t going to pee until bedtime but that felt so long away as she squirmed in the seat as she drove home. Back home Candy raced through the front door looking up stairs and contemplating rushing up to the toilet that she really desperately needed. But that would spoil her evening so instead she headed to the kitchen where she put a simple dinner in the oven and got herself a cold drink, having to hold herself tightly between her legs while the tap was running. She sat down in the armchair wriggling constantly as she switched on the TV and waited for her dinner to cook. It was hard to concentrate on the show on the screen as her bladder ached so much. Rocking from side to side when another spasm hit she pulled the cushion that was behind her and wedged it between her legs and pressed down on it. That helped a little but the pressure was incredible so Candy undid the clip of her trousers and breathed a bit easier. It was taking all Candy’s effort to hold on now as she sipped at her drink and flicked channels. However despite the pain and uncomfortableness of the weight in her bladder there was no denying to Candy how turned on and excited she felt, so naughty even, and this spurred her on to keep holding. She slipped a hand inside her trousers and panties and gasped at how wet and open her vagina was and how sensitive her clit was. If it wasn’t for the fact her dinner would be ready soon she knew she would otherwise be bringing herself to climax as every throb to her urethra intensified the sexual desire in her body. As she rocked and pushed against her own hand, the cushion still wedged into her crotch and her hands exploring while her mind wandered to how good her pee would be later tonight, Candy jumped in fright as her front door bell went. Struggling to stand up Candy found herself struggling, bent forwards as she tensed her muscles and tried to walk to the door. As she opened the door her eyes widened. There stood Mukesh right in front of her as she curtsied and squirmed with her blouse now untucked and her trousers open at the top. “Sorry did I catch you at a bad time?” “No...no! Sorry how can I help you...and how did you know where I lived?” “When I locked up I found this at the back door. I thought you’d want it. It had your address on so I thought it more secure to being to you in person. Candy are you sure you are ok? Your face is very red and you seem...anxious?” Mukesh handed Candy her drivers licence. “Thank you! You just...you just caught me in the middle of something sorry. I am just cooking dinner that’s all. Sorry I need to go...arghh” Mukesh reached out and touched Candy on the arm. “Ok. It’s just...you don’t look at all ok really. But anyway I had better let you go. Take better care of that drivers licence though ok!” Candy was overcome with a very strong spasm from her bladder as hidden behind the open door she grabbed between her legs and moaned slightly. Whispering hoarsely as she struggled for breath she couldn’t help but blurt out. “Oh God I need a pee!” Mukesh looked at her, his eyes wide and his face slightly flushed. “I had better let you go then hadn’t I. You look very desperate if you don’t mind me saying.” Candy looked up and down the street anxiously making sure no-one else was in eat shot. She leaned a little closer to Mukesh and whispered in his ear. “I haven’t been since I got up. I’ve been holding it all day!” Mukesh gasped as his hand brushed off Candy’s hard nipple that was visible through her blouse. “Goodness me! I could never go that long. I’ll....I’ll be off then shall I? See you tomorrow. Go run my friend...” Candy closed the door gently then danced on the spot as she rubbed her thighs with her hands. Maybe she should do as Mukesh said and go to the toilet. She doubted she could last much longer anyway... But then she was interrupted by the oven bell! Panting and frantic she looked upstairs at the toilet and then into the kitchen down the hall towards her oven. Which way should she go? Candy chose the kitchen but soon regretted it as before she could bend down to the oven she gasped as she felt a small leak into her already damp underwear. “Come on Candy. Keep holding!” Dishing up her dinner Candy held her breath as her back hurt and her bladder ached. How much longer could she hold off? She wasn’t sure. She sat the meal and a can of juice at the breakfast bar and got herself cutlery all the time crossing her legs and squirming. But then she heard the door again! Candy rushed back to the front door and opened it sighing. There once again stood Mukesh! “Sorry I forgot to say that there’s a meeting tomorrow in the centre if you can make it. 5:35 just after we close up. Same place as usual.” Candy wanted to cry. Her breasts longed to be caressed, her vagina begged to be fucked and her bladder screamed to be released and all of this while a handsome man who she respected greatly stood right in front of her. With her cheeks flushed more than before, her dinner cooling and her bladder pushing so hard she couldn’t take it another second she suddenly stopped moving as she stood on her own doorstop within touching distance of Mukesh. “I...I’ll be there. Oh God no! Not now!” Mukesh eyed Candy all over yet again, as the silence between them was only interrupted by a hissing noise that only Candy knew about. It was all too late. She hadn’t reached her target yet again as warm urine flowed speedily down her inside legs pooling at the feet of her high heeled shoes and leaving an ever growing puddle that she couldn’t hide. For all the embarrassment Candy laughed sexily as Mukesh stood looking at the puddle in amazement. Candy was still peeing as her hands automatically reached to her breasts as she fondled them with her head tilted slightly. “Oh. I’m so sorry. I thought you had been...oh I’m ever so sorry Candy.” “Oh don’t worry about it. It’s my fault really. I thought I could wait but...oh well. Oh God that felt sooooo good! Don’t you love that feeling of finally peeing after you’ve wanted to go for ages?” Mukesh, flustered but very noticeably also highly turned on, looked Candy right in the eye. “I do actually. I’d best go. See you tomorrow?’ ‘Of course!’
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