Jump to content
Existing user? Sign In

Sign In



Or sign in with one of these services

Sign Up
Search In
  • More options...
Find results that contain...
Find results in...

Search the Community

Showing results for tags 'bladder about to explode'.



More search options

  • Search By Tags

    Type tags separated by commas.
  • Search By Author

Content Type


Forums

  • Welcome!
  • Omorashi
    • Omorashi general
    • Wetting experiences
    • Artwork and doujinshi
    • Fiction and fanfiction
    • Video links and uploads
  • Padded / Omutsu
    • Omutsu general
    • Padded experiences
    • Artwork and doujinshi
    • Fiction and fanfiction
    • Video links and uploads
  • General
    • Off-topic discussion
    • Forum games
    • Guidance and counseling
  • RolePlaying
    • Roleplaying realm

Categories

  • OmoOrg Exclusives
    • WesternWets Comics
    • Biku Comics
  • JAV Collections
  • Wetting Videos
    • Female
    • Male
    • Transgender (MtF)
    • Transgender (FtM)
  • Messing Videos
    • Female
    • Male
    • Transgender (MtF)
    • Transgender (FtM)
  • Diapers & Ageplay (Wetting)
    • Female
    • Male
    • Transgender (MtF)
    • Transgender (FtM)
  • Diapers & Ageplay (Messing)
    • Female
    • Male
    • Transgender (MtF)
    • Transgender (FtM)
  • Doujinshi, Eroge and Hentai
    • Anime / Hentai
    • Doujinshi Archives
    • Artwork and CG Sets
    • Visual Novels
    • RPGs

Blogs

  • Konata - A Lucky Star series
  • Unlucky Star - A Lucky Star Fan Fiction
  • Higashi High's Special Student
  • Cho Chang in a Diaper
  • Random Zelda Fictions
  • Longstocking's Story
  • The Little Wet Vampire
  • The Battle Of Bad Timing (The Battle Of Xandra)
  • The Exam
  • The Bad Omen
  • The Great Wet Conference
  • The Silent Heroine
  • The compartment
  • Jayne
  • Tanya
  • The essex Girls - Wonna Go to Lakeside
  • Occupied
  • Guildless (a ravnica magic the gathering fanfiction.)
  • Batman and Robin
  • Birthday Fantasy
  • The Mushroom
  • Lucy's Wet Fiction Collection
  • Valuable Cling Film [Saran Wrap for US readers]
  • Unexpected abduction
  • Lillica Quest
  • The One With the Wet Rumors
  • The Desperation Visor
  • Pee Tee's Story
  • Unconventionally Sensual (Working Title)
  • Saves
  • Ai No Exorcist Omorashi
  • Living in a Harem
  • Blade Of Vengeance
  • Summer Blossoms
  • Why some story characters never pee (no wetting, desperation, safe for work essentially)
  • REVENGE Part 3 [Daniel]
  • Ms. Anderson's Plight
  • The Bizarre World of Cartridge: Omorashi Experiences
  • The Wild Tempest
  • Pemberley Afternoon
  • SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD
  • Soul Eater Omo
  • Shopping for Diapers
  • darker then black yin's desperate ride
  • Megan and Sarah, Emotional Rollercoaster
  • Kiplington School for Girls
  • Not so suttle hint
  • Kelli's in the Corner
  • Newsnight
  • Soul Eater
  • Yomiel`s Night of Desparation
  • Jordan
  • On that Christmas Night
  • The Test Subject
  • Sex and the Sea
  • Our Lady of Pee
  • Skyrim: Distortion
  • An Interruption
  • Holiday Specials
  • Of Cupboards and Dreams
  • Hard Boiled Legs
  • Thesis
  • Maddy
  • Space Wetters (The Story of Aurora Stardust)
  • RWBY
  • Goldenstorm's Story
  • FemScout's Desperate Run!!!
  • Sam's Graduation
  • The Yellow Sisters
  • The Juniper Triplets
  • Hana and Kimiko
  • Jenny and her friend Sara
  • steph226's Story
  • 'The Juniper Triplets' Side Stories
  • What He Never Noticed
  • a date with Mario
  • The Retriever
  • A Rōnin's tale
  • Nightclub drugs raid causes MASSES of desperation
  • Naughty Kitty
  • Beth and Him
  • Nah's bad day
  • Strider's property
  • The First Time
  • Matthew and me
  • It's Just Business, Honest
  • "So what is it Doctor?"
  • Carlsbad Caverns
  • the car
  • The Stable Girl
  • Junie & Thena: The Wet Age of the Law
  • Pain's Story
  • coffee troubles
  • Bad Idea
  • The Mishap of Taylor Swift
  • Granting me a wish
  • Coach Desperation
  • adevore155675's Story
  • Hunger Games Pee Desperation
  • Maddy and Haley
  • Forced wetting
  • Elsa's emergency
  • A change of underwear
  • Summer Camp
  • The Patient
  • Trouble with Yui
  • First Holding Session!!
  • Love Grows
  • To Lunambra: A Medieval Watersports Tale
  • Severa's bad day
  • On a Bus
  • A Desperate Detention You'll Never Forget
  • omodarling's Story
  • Desperate Camping
  • 3 litres...
  • Asuna's Journey Backwards
  • The Wet Hostage
  • I’m a real wild child
  • Suguha's Struggle
  • _____ _______'s Mixup Editting
  • Captainjoker1's Story
  • Accident (a7x fanfiction)
  • Arbor Gold
  • My Stories! :)
  • Boys' Night In
  • The Needs of the Many
  • way of the ruin
  • Not Quite As Planned
  • And It's All Your Fault Anyway
  • Silver Linings
  • Stuck together
  • Matilda Marie
  • Justice's Poem(s?)
  • Keiko's Plight
  • My first story
  • HS: Last Quarter
  • Just Let it Out (pt 1)
  • Justice's Short Stories
  • Rush Hour
  • 4 10 12
  • detention in diapers
  • Older sister wears diapers
  • _____ _______'s Mixup
  • Emily's Diary
  • Community Service
  • The Wet Dilemma of AppleJack
  • Katie and Daniel
  • Peter-P's Story
  • Female Desperation Stories I Have Witnessed
  • Emily's Christmas Adventure
  • The Tale of a Sorceress
  • Kirby’s Omo-Love Lesson
  • Kurt Omorashi
  • Poke omo fic
  • Pdpatti's Story
  • My Life as a Teenage Bedwetter
  • Samus The Padded Bounty Hunter
  • High School Holding
  • Hehe's Story
  • Omo High
  • The College Trip
  • Emma X Otacon
  • nena the high school dipper user
  • Other Stories
  • Taking Over the Family Business
  • BBCode Tests
  • Four Day Struggle
  • Elevator Desperation
  • Miku at School
  • Messing Contest
  • Allison’s Work Dilemma
  • Amy's Saga
  • Divine Intervention Gone Wrong
  • Five Nights of Holding
  • kitchen desperation
  • my first wetting/bedwetting
  • Road Trip
  • Desperation
  • Accidents happen
  • Omorashi Short Stories
  • A Striptease Like No Other
  • Exam-time desperation
  • Symmetry is Everything
  • KidIntheDark's Story
  • Terezi's Secret
  • Levi & Alex
  • Sarah, Elliot's Slave for a Week
  • Try something new
  • Matt and Koko Omorashi
  • Desperate ride...
  • Meeting at the Point
  • Appointments
  • Alice the beginning Ch. 1
  • Unintentional Invocation
  • Shiver
  • Katie Has A Very Public Accident in a Bar
  • Kaneki Has an accident
  • Age of Ultron: Omorashi (SPOILERS)
  • The Witches Wet
  • Ebisu-Sensei Vs. The Sexy No Jutsu
  • Jane's Aching Bladder
  • Omorashi stories
  • Moving in (With Sophia)
  • Commander Lyra
  • First Peeing Experiance
  • My 1st omo fanfic! (Pokemon)
  • Girls weekend out
  • Emily
  • camping
  • Harvest Moon
  • RpeeG
  • Eli
  • Afternoon in the Chokee
  • Unnecessary Functions
  • story of my life
  • Emotions, Tonight, and Tomorrow
  • public speech
  • Karkat Vantas: I need to go!
  • Henry(fill in later)
  • Doraemon Omorashi thing
  • Miyu's Regression
  • SAO messing fanfic
  • The Girl With The Iron Bladder
  • Diapered Housepets! : Grape
  • Erin's Wet Ride
  • Lust And Desperation
  • FNaF messing fic
  • Fetish Take Over
  • Misused Authority
  • LLTQ Beginnings
  • Discipline in the Dorm
  • Pan's Personal Purgatory
  • Knuckles's predicament
  • Fairy Tail Omorashi
  • A Town to Forget
  • diapered walk
  • Endless Desire
  • Samantha's Life
  • honeybell3's Story
  • school desperation
  • Brotherly problems
  • Uri Nova
  • War and Wet
  • Taylor And Me (The Long And Short Of It)
  • Holding Back
  • Sakura's Mistaken Identity
  • When Serena Met Dawn
  • fizzypop's Story
  • League of Desperation
  • JLIO RE-WRITE
  • Perfect
  • The World of Edren
  • The Sphere
  • Stuck...
  • Everyday Life With a Fetishist
  • Elsa's little problem
  • The Sphere: Dog for the Day
  • April And Diapers
  • How Do I End Up In These Situations?!
  • superomorashi's short Stories
  • hidden feelings and curiosities
  • Suburban Wasteland
  • The War
  • Meet the 13 Squads
  • Emily's Anniversary of an Accident
  • The Cinemas
  • The Winter Carnaval
  • Fairy Tail - Juvia's First Pee
  • The Lunambra Anthology
  • Steven Universe - The Wetting of the Gems
  • A Zorua, a Fennekin, and omorashi
  • A Valentine's Day Short Story
  • Emily and Anna's Valentine's Day
  • Robin's Issue
  • Beyond Desperation
  • WaityKaty's Story
  • Julia's Story
  • The Queen
  • How my diaper wearing started
  • My first diaper date,..many chapters
  • [Female] Fairy Tail Fanfiction
  • mama kyoya knows best
  • The Emerald Forest
  • Saiyica's misfortune
  • Helpless and Desperate
  • Hiccup's accident
  • The Dare Game
  • Persona 4: Accidents Galore!
  • Never a Bathroom in RPGs
  • Echoes of the past
  • The Graduate's Flame
  • Little Contest
  • Alicia the Alchemist
  • To Boldly Pee: The Omorashi Chronicles
  • Kidnapped
  • Life is great
  • I Bet You Can't
  • No Say in the Matter
  • OmoOrg News and Updates
  • The Moocommunity
  • Miaball
  • Golden Time Lover
  • Even Heroes Falter
  • When You Gotta Go-La in Alola
  • Fire Emblem: Golden Bonds
  • Ahlbi and Rayfa: Ace Holders
  • When a Dragon Can't Hold
  • Learned a New Skill: Relief
  • Video Game One-Shots
  • Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid One-Shots
  • Pushing Their Limits (My Hero Academia)
  • Peenoblade Chronicles 2
  • Stream of Kindness
  • Bladder Meter
  • Wanko to Risa - A Wanko to Kurasou inspired series
  • Peesona 5
  • Riveting Rivulets (A FanFic Collection)
  • The Bee and Barb
  • Dark Souls Collection
  • Liberty's wetting shorts
  • Unfinished Stories
  • Brotaku and the Omo adventures
  • Holding right now...
  • Little Punk Girl's Kinky Shenanigans
  • Desperate girls bathroom line at school.
  • Just a Journal [male]
  • Quick intro
  • The Legacy of Gold Universe
  • Male Desperation
  • Rising Star
  • Sonador's Furry Fictions
  • Searching for a video
  • Pee Diary
  • The Trials and Tribulations of an Omo Noob
  • Pee Adventurer
  • Lizzy
  • Golden Machinations
  • Adventures in pee holding
  • Johnah
  • Pix Holding :3
  • Johns Random Thoughts
  • Hopeful's Repository
  • True revenge
  • Technical Help Blog
  • The Azur Lane Omorashi And Other Urine Based Sexual Activities Association
  • Desperate
  • Drafts

Product Groups

  • Premium Subscriptions
  • Advertising

Categories

  • Omorashi Related
  • General kinks
  • Gender and appearance
  • Miscellaneous

Find results in...

Find results that contain...


Date Created

  • Start

    End


Last Updated

  • Start

    End


Filter by number of...

Joined

  • Start

    End


Group


FurAffinity


Twitter


Website URL


My pronouns are..


I'm into..

Found 2 results

  1. https://www.omorashi.org/uploads/monthly_2020_02/bwpee.png.b3c18d332fd28c03ea0516337eea7e68.png Based on this lovely art piece by best Waifu Biku and endorsed by him to post on the org. So I suppose I should introduce myself to you guys. Hi, I'm Amelia, 21 at the time of the story and writing. I'm currently in university away from my native Baltimore and living it up with my two roommates/besties; Beth and Maddy. We live, love and laugh together; and they are the reason I'm writing this. Lemme tell you something about myself: I hate using public restrooms. It doesn't matter shit where it is Uni, cafe, museum or even the fucking library; I won't use their facilities. I don't even know why if I'm honest, just never really liked public lavatories. Perhaps obviously, this has led to some close calls and near misses. Bushes have been a panty saver on many occasions. But not on the time I'm gonna tell you about. Quick description of myself and clothes: 5,3 with B cups, black medium length hair, green eyes and caucasian. I was wearing a black skirt, blue jacket, black knee-high socks ( i adore them to death), some cheap sneakers and most importantly a pair of white panties with black seam. So my day goes as it ordinarily does, classes, studying and shooting the shit. However, the day was as hot as hell. Everyone was sweating buckets throughout the entire day. Loads of people were gulping down water, myself kinda included. I reckon I had drunk around 700ml by the time I packed up to head out at 5pm. Important to note I hadn't taken a piss since 2:30pm so, I was feeling a little need to empty the tank. Of course, I would have to walk back to my dorm for this; no problem since its only a quick hop from where I was chilling out listening to some Queen. So I take my stuff and make my way out of the building, hands in my empty jacket pockets and "Its a kind of magic"playing in my ears. I sing out loud sometimes, and that is one of my favs to do so too. My dorm building is right across the forum from the building I was in, just FYI. So I and my slightly full bladder skip our mellow ass over to the awkwardly heavy front double doors of my dorm building and heave them open. Stairs are so tiring, but I need my exercise so up I go. Within moments I'm at the door to my dorm, thinking do I go and piss right now or have a cheeky lil hold? Turns out it will be neither. The door opens for me, and Maddy latches herself onto me. "What's up, Amelia? Had a good time studying for your biology exam while I and Beth be making plans?" She said this all within like 5 seconds, the gal's a bomb of energy. I'm studying to become a doc if you wanted to know. While I was in her grizzly bear strength death hug, she squished my bladder ever so slightly; felt nice if I'm honest, not too much discomfort. I pry myself from her vice-like grip "It was pretty relaxing if I'm straight with you Mad's, (her nickname) just sitting back with a book, good fucking music and an ice-cool bottle of H2O." Beth comes out of her bedroom, blanket around her arms and flannel on her head. "Maddy, for the 30th time I ain't coming to the bar tonight; I look like I've been dragged through the dump." She sniffled after every word, and her hair was in such a shambles; flu is a bitch. "I know, I know," Maddy keeps her distance from Beth while saying this, she doesn't want the bug Beth has. Especially not on her birthday. What exactly was the big plan I hear you ask dear reader? Get absolutely fucking wasted because it is her 21st. Well, that was the plan. "Humph, fine then Amelia is coming with me" she demanded, sounding like a bitchy anime character. And with those words, my evening was decided; you do not argue with Maddy when she has her mind set on something. Now you might be saying "Amelia you can just go to the bathroom now before you leave your dorm. Its only 5pm and there is no way she can seriously ask you not to pee before you leave." Why yes I could have gone. I could have wandered into the bathroom, whipped down my undies and pissed on the usually warm toilet. But unfortunately, I couldn't. Beth had rendered the toilet a no go until the uni's caretakers came, at 7pm. Maddy wanted to leave at 6pm. What about the dormitory's communal toilets? Nope, they are public toilets. The one pisser in the entire city I felt comfy using was out of order. Well shit, guess I was holding for the long term because I don't want to let down Mad's on her 21st birthday. I was worried a bit, but I thought I could hold firm until we got back; whenever that was. So I spent the next hour waiting for Maddy to get finished up, making sure to drink not even a sip; I needed as much mileage out of my bladder as possible. Gotta admit though, Maddy looked like the bomb. Strawberry blonde up in a ponytail with blue jeans and red hoodie. "You ready to go?" she asked, a mix of excitement and impatience in her voice. I got off the bed and nodded, I played the moment from ROTJ where Lando says "Here goes nothing" in my head for some reason. So we both head out, two girls looking for a good time. Everything is gonna be perfect, Maddy has the bar she wanted to go to and even what drink she was gonna order decided. She took us to the wrong street. Then missed the bar's huge ass sign on the right street, fuck me she can be a bit dim. The third time was the charm, and we were in the bar only about an hour later than expected. And she said it was a quick walk. So the time was around 7:45, we found two barstools and made our order. She made her choice first, a small beer can; nothing too fancy. I'm not the biggest fan of alcohol, so I bought a Pepsi. Quick bladder report: I'm at the point of "I probably should try and pee soon." My bladder was not hurting or anything, just bit uncomfy. Not how I'd like to be, but no need for alarm. So then the waiter (a guy named Jeff, he's a nice dude) brings out the drinks. Small beer for Maddy, and a fucking litre of coke for me. My jaw was somewhere between my thigh highs and my pussy, I could feel it quiver in terror at the sight of this monster. A few seconds ago I was chill, now I was pretty heckin unchill. Can you picture someone holding a plastic bag, partially full, and then bumping a litre bottle of Pepsi into it? That was how I was picturing that drink and my bladder, just noisily pouring a litre into my bladder. The confidence I had before: smashed. The "hey, gonna be a nice night" attitude: washed away in black, bubbly, fizzy beverages. I checked the menu; what did I actually order? "1 litre Pepsi supreme, meant for couples." There was no chance Maddy was sharing this with me, she hates sharing cutlery let alone a drink. I could just leave part of the drink, but then Maddy might think I'm not well or enjoying the evening. I was trapped between a barstool and a soda. FIZZZZZ. Maddy cracked open her cold one and looked at me with a face that would make a Soviet commissar go "awwww." "Bottoms up, Amelia!!" She clicked our drinks together, causing a few millilitres of pop to flow out. I watched it splash against the dark tile floor, not understanding that it was almost like an omen of what was to come. "Yeah," I said with a touch of apprehension "bottoms up." Maddy immediately knocked back her can, loudly gulping down for about 3 seconds. Her fucking facial reaction killed me. "UUUUUUWUWWUWWWUWWUEGGGGGGGGGGG" she screeched, killing me even more "that tastes like bulls piss." She slapped herself on the chest and quickly asked the waiter for an apple juice. "Hahahaa, how would you know what bulls piss tastes like?" My amusement at her situation was obvious. "Fuck you, Amelia, go suck off James from next door" she jokingly retorted, giggling and coughing. "Bitch you know imma lesbian, so it would be Jessica from down the hall." "I'll tell her that" she half-joking half-seriously threatened. "You won't, Maddy, no balls." "Literally you idiot, I got a puss puss like you; but i seriously will unless you do something." "Oh yeah, what?" I put my mouth to my humongous mug and took a sip. She smiled "Chug it." I know I know, it was a dumb idea to do so. But I was hyped up on banter energy, dare daringness and slight worry she would tell Jessica (who is actually not attracted to). Within a minute, I had taken it all in. The 1 litre that, I would have spaced over an hour or more, had made its way to my bladder in one swoop. It suddenly dawned on me how bad I had fucked up. I was not a 100% certain at that time, but part of me knew this wasn't gonna end well. Now here is where I would put what I and Maddy were doing for the next 3 hours. That's right, 3 hours. I left the bar at 10:45pm exactly. I would put what I and Maddy were doing, but most of it is personal stuff and boring so I won't. What I will tell you is that I love this woman for what she did at 9:36. She moved us to a secluded table, where neither she nor anyone else could see me under it. My hand was glued my crotch squeezing myself with a grip that could bend steel. My thigh high's were rubbed together so quickly as I bounded my crossed legs I almost wore a hole in them. My legs ached from how much I shook. By the 10:45 I couldn't take it anymore. I made an excuse to Maddy, saying I felt unwell and needed to return to the dorm. She understood, probably thinking I caught what Beth had, and bade me farewell. The warm sunlight had been banished by the dark night, the chill not helping my situation. The streets had life, but not enough to make it feel crowded. I was visibly sweating and in discomfort. My legs were constantly rubbing together, and I had to fight to keep myself from shoving my hands hard into my crotch. It was desperation like I had never felt before. My bladder didn't know if it wanted to expand or let everything out in a tidal wave of piss. Honestly, all I wanted was to sleep; I was exhausted. My tiptoe steps were delicate and precise. One wrong move and I would be adding another river to this city. My bladder was like a weight under me, dragging me down and impeding my movement. I was so full and desperate I thought something was wrong with me, I considered calling 911; but quickly came to my senses. My breathing was almost gasp-like, I sucked in air like it was going out of style. The streets and building seemed to go on forever, my dorm and relief so far but so close. I was cursing and moaning as I went along, I feel so sorry for the old lady who heard me. Eventually, I came upon the place that brings me here; a destination that fate willed me to go to. An alleyway with no entrances to businesses and a dumpster to hide behind. When I laid eyes on that big blue son of a bitch, a roll of thunder came. It was like a sign from the heavens. Although it was actually the F-16s from the nearby Air Force Base. I locked eyes with it, clint Eastwood style, ready for its move. Yeah, this batshit moment lasted a few seconds before my bladder was like "hey, I'm about to dump Niagra falls, Lake Victoria and every other large body of water into your panties." So, with what felt like a ton of urine in my belly, I "hurried" behind this dumpster. A dead-end; perfect. I can let it go in a dark alley, with no witnesses. But not in the perfectly good toilet in the bar. Well, no use overthinking things now. So I hook my thumbs around the black seam of my panties and tug them down to where my knee socks end. Totally dry by some miracle. I adopt a doubled over stance, hands clasped, elbows rested on my knees. I spread my legs and prepare myself. All the while, my bladder muscles are screaming at me to let go. My bladder is pushing with all its might to get my brain to let go. As soon as I think my shoes are out of the blast zone, I give in. Lemme tell you something. Holy shit. Fucking god. Jesus on a bike, bitches on a trike, you have no idea the sheer bliss I felt. My bladder didn't pee, or piss, or firehose, or spray, or spurt. Go onto youtube and look up "emergency dam discharges." Now take the most powerful one you can find and double it. The pee screamed out of me like a gusher, an absolute rush of warm liquid. The splattering against the dry ground was orgasmic on its own. I could feel the ripples through my bladder as it pumped out piss, it was like someone squeezing a bottle. It pushed my urethra wide open and soaked my entire crotch, not just my vagina, the whole crotch. My thighs, despite being spread wide, were getting a thin coating of my hot pee. My thigh highs got their inner sides saturated, my shoes became like swimming pool's edges. The steam began to rise like someone had set off a special effect, I was sure that something was on fire due to the heat and force of the stream. And my bladder was still full as hell. I had peeked down a few times at it while walking, and it bulged at least a few inches. I touched it once, with my pinky finger as gently as possible. My bladder was literally steel. I have no other way of explaining its weight or its hardness. I moaned so god damn loud I was like a hentai character getting dicked good 'n' hard. But Nah, I'm a lesbian anyway, it was just an Atlantic ocean leaving my bladder. 1 and a half minutes of this display of this forceful bladder contents removal went by before the stream slowed. After another minute and my long hold's dramatic ending was over. I was a panting mess. My heart was racing, loins dying for attention and a puddle the size of Washington DC under my soaked feet. But hey, at least my panties were dry. Or were they? I checked with my fingers and found they were a little damp, but not much. I took a moment to gather myself, then pulled up my panties. The squelch and splash underfoot as I left my artificial ocean behind almost made me orgasm. Out in the street, no one was aware of what I did; and I intended to keep it that way. Quickly, though careful not to rub my lower region too much with my thighs, I left the area and made my way back to my dorm. beth was asleep, the poor girl needed her rest, so I stayed as quiet as I could. A note on the bathroom door informed me that the caretakers had been around and fixed the toilet. Better late than never, I suppose. I took a quick shower, threw my clothes into the wash and scribbled some notes about the day in my diary. That's all I remember before tiredness overtook me and I fell into a deep and well-deserved sleep.
  2. This was a request by @Mad Bladder It was dark as the private jet flew across the sky. Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle were returning from a trip to Italy. As usual, Selina was angry with Bruce. "How long do you plan on being mad," he asked her. Selina sat with her feet up on the seat across from her, forcing Bruce to sit behind her. She wore her typical ensemble of black leather pants, jacket and boots. "Well let's see, Bruce. How many dinners did you cancel so you could take Kung Fu lessons?" She picked up her glass and finished off her club soda, her seventh since the start of the flight. Bruce winced, knowing she was right, but he was stubborn. "Selina, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity to study with some of the world's greatest Kung Fu masters." "Yeah, well, it was also a once in a lifetime opportunity to spend my eighteenth birthday with my boyfriend in one of the most beautiful countries in the world!" Selina knew Bruce would have a response ready, but she didn't want to hear it. The previous glasses of club soda had worked their way to her bladder. She swung her feet off the seat and stood up, wincing at the shift in pressure in her lower abdomen. "Where are you going?" asked Bruce. Selina almost answered that she was going to the bathroom, but she stopped herself. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing his tough-as-nails girlfriend had to pee. Plus, the idea of admitting her need to him made her uncomfortable, almost embarrassed. "I'm giving you the same amount of attention you gave me on our vacation." With that, she stormed off. Selina made her way to the bathroom, holding herself slightly. She would never admit it, but things were getting pretty serious now. She went to open the door for, but to her dismay, it was locked. Her hand went back to her crotch as she bounced in place slightly. "The butler must be using it," she thought to herself. She continued to do a potty dance when she suddenly heard someone coming around the corner. She quickly stopped dancing and removed her hand, as uncomfortable as it was for her. Alfred spotted her standing in front of the locked bathroom. "Sorry Miss, out of order. Of course there's always the one up front..." Selina sneered. "Whatever." Selina turned and walked away, refusing to tell her boyfriend's guardian, of all people, that she had to pee really bad. What she should have done was simply swallow her pride and use the bathroom at the front of the plane. But not with Bruce there and not while they were fighting. So she returned to her seat and sat Indian style, her right heel pressed deep into her crotch. It helped a little. Bruce looked at her. "Are you ok?" Selina smirked. "Just fine." But mentally, she hoped that it wouldn't be much longer before they landed... It was another hour before they landed. Her need had gotten worse, not helped by Bruce offering her another soda. She should have said no thank you, but instead, she chugged it down, despite her bladder's protests. She was so mad at Bruce right now, even though it wasn't his fault. She got even madder seeing him go up front to use the bathroom, wishing she wasn't too stubborn to do the same. Finally, they touched down. Just standing up was difficult, her bladder felt like it weighed a ton. When she got off the plane, she headed straight for the bathroom, only to find, to her exasperation, that it was closed for cleaning. "Seriously?! Do they just assume nobody has to piss after a long flight?!" Selina danced in place for a moment while she tried to think, no easy task with her bladder so achingly full. She was seriously considering squatting in the street, something she was more than experienced at from her time living on the street. But what if someone saw her? She couldn't take the chance of someone recognizing Bruce Wayne's girlfriend pissing in the street. Word would travel and Bruce would find out. She would be humiliated. No, that wasn't an option. Selina turned to leave, figuring she could leg it to Wayne Manor. It wasn't far from the hanger. Unfortunately, it was then that Bruce came running to her. "Selina! Did you see?!" Selina shook her head. "What's up, Bruce?" "Jerome Valeska is holding James Gordon and the GCPD hostage at a Wayne charity event! We have to rescue them!" Selina sighed. "Why, Bruce? Why do we have to rescue them?" Sometimes, Selina admired Bruce's sense of chivalry, but other times, the boy could be such a pain. This was one of those times, not helped by her present situation. It took all she had not to hold herself in front of Bruce. "Look Bruce, they're cops. They can take care of themselves. Why should we risk our lives?" "Because it happened at a Wayne-sponsored event. And Jerome has targeted me, for some twisted reason." "All the more reason to stay away, Bruce! It's obviously a trap!" "I'm going, Selina. Are you with me, or not?" Selina groaned. She knew Bruce would go, with or without her. And she wanted so badly to say no, she was dying for a piss. But they were already fighting. If she said no, that would just make everything worse. She forced a smile. "Of course I'm with you. You idiot." Bruce smiled gratefully. "Thank you, Selina. Let's go!" Soon, Bruce and Selina were racing towards the Gotham Opera House. Selina sat in the passenger seat, Bruce was driving. As he sped through the streets of Gotham, every speed bump or sharp turn caused her bladder to ache even more. She wanted to ask Bruce to slow down, but that would only raise questions she didn't want to answer. "You're very quiet," Bruce noted. "Is everything ok?" Selina forced a smile. "Yeah. Just nervous, I guess." "You, nervous? I don't believe it." Selina chuckled, an action that caused her even more pain. Another sharp turn jarred her bladder and she had to clench every muscle to hold back the flood. "I cannot wet myself," she thought angrily to herself. For one thing, she was wearing an expensive, stolen pair of Italian panties. While Bruce was busy learning with the Kung Fu master, she decided to treat herself to a shopping expedition. More than that, if she wet herself in front of Bruce, she would be completely humiliated. Bruce saw her as this tough chick, if she lost control, would he look at her the same way? She couldn't take that chance. She had to hold it until she could find a bathroom. Finally, they arrived at the Opera House. Selina was ready to burst, she was starting to sweat from the effort it took to hold it in the car. She had to find a bathroom, NOW. They could both hear Jerome's maniacal laughter inside the building. Selina looked at Bruce. "Ok, here's the plan. I'll go in through the back door and try to free the cops. You go in through the vents and try to take them by surprise." Of course, Selina had another plan in mind besides rescuing the cops, but she couldn't tell Bruce. "Selina, you should go through the vent. You have more experience with breaking and entering." Selina bit her lip. Bruce was right, of course. But she had wanted him to go through the vents to buy herself some time to find a bathroom. She was in agony and it was all she could do not to hold herself in front of Bruce. "Yeah, you're right Bruce. I'll go through the vent." Bruce leaned forward and kissed Selina on the cheek. "Good luck." With that, Bruce made his way to the back door, Selina silently cursing at her bad luck. She looked around for where the outer vent was located, more than a little worried. Would she even be able to crawl in her current predicament? She couldn't believe how bad she had to pee, she didn't even realize it was possible for her bladder to be this full. She sighed and took a labored breath, before climbing the wall, heading towards the vent. Soon, Selina was crawling through the ventilation system, very slowly. Her knees were scrunched up, pressing into her swollen bladder. Every movement hurt. She was seriously considering forgetting about the bathroom and just pissing up here. But what if it leaked through the vent? Plus, it was so narrow, she wasn't sure she would be able to get her pants down. No, she would have to keep holding it, until... she froze. She clenched every muscle as tightly as she could. A spasm hit her bladder hard. She drew in a breath and waited for it to pass. As far as she could tell, she was still dry. She wanted to cry, how much more could she take?! It was then, as she looked down in despair, that she realized she was right above a bathroom! But was it a men's room or a ladies room? It didn't matter, did it? Desperate times called for desperate measures and she was beyond desperate. She reached behind her, trying to get to her boot, certainly no easy task in her current predicament. Somehow, she managed to retrieve a screwdriver that was strapped to her ankle. Carefully, she unscrewed the vent and inched her way to the edge. "How do I get down?!" she thought to herself, more than a little panicked. It wasn't a deep drop, but she was pretty sure the slightest impact would result in a wet and embarrassing situation. She wondered if she could swing her legs to the top of a nearby stall. Carefully, she shimmied her hips, an action she quickly regretted, as the slight but sudden movement put just enough stress on her bladder that she thought she would lose control. Instinctively, she grabbed her crotch with one hand, but that left her with only a one handed grip on the vent. "Shit shit shit shit shit!" she thought. She was going to fall! Selina could feel her grip loosening. "I've come this far! I am not pissing myself in the friggin bathroom!" Thinking fast, Selina took a deep breath as she let go of the vent. Both hands pressed firmly against her pee-hole, she dropped straight down, releasing the breath at the exact moment she hit the ground. She quickly felt the outside of her pants. Dry. She smiled. She was going to make it. She ducked into the nearest stall and began to unbutton her pants. However, it wasn't easy, as she could barely stand still, she was bouncing all over the place. Eventually, she was able to get the button undone, but then she heard voices! "Jerome said check the John's. There may be people hiding in them." "FUCK!" thought Selina. The bathroom door slammed open and she could hear footsteps. Selina carefully climbed on top of the toilet seat and crouched down as best she could. It was torture for Selina, her poor bladder was ready to be emptied. Yet here she was, right on top of the toilet and she couldn't go. She could hear Jerome's goons kicking open the doors to the other stalls. She hoped they wouldn't check her stall, that they'd just figure they were all empty. She tried to remain as quiet as she could, but she couldn't hold still. She could hear them at the stall right next to her's. She was trembling, both from fear and from the massive effort required to hold in her urine. She heard them kick open the stall next door. She waited with bated breath... but nothing happened. Were they gone? She waited a few more seconds, then cautiously climbed down from the toilet. She started to fumble with her pants again, but then a pair of hands reached under the stall door and grabbed her ankles! She screamed in surprise and fear, nearly losing control right then and there. She was dragged out of the stall by a bald, burly man covered in tattoos. He was flanked by a couple of goons in clown masks, both holding knives. The big guy had a gun, which he pointed at Selina's head, with a sinister smile on his face. "Well, looks like we found someone trying to skip out on the party, boys. Better bring her to Jerome..." Jerome's thugs led Selina down the hall. It took everything she had not to whimper in pain. Her bladder was so full and relief had just been forcibly taken from her. She felt so defeated. Suddenly, she tripped and stumbled. She gasped, thinking she was going to lose it right then. The big thug grabbed her roughly by the shoulder and shoved her. "Keep moving, sweetheart." Despite her painful situation, Selina wasn't about to let this jerk get away with that. "I'm not your sweetheart, tubby!" With that, she grabbed his hand and bit him. The two masked guys grabbed her, but she stepped on one of the guys' foot, then elbowed the other in the stomach. Seeing her chance, she tried to make a run for it. Unfortunately, right around the corner were more of Jerome's followers. Selina knew she couldn't fight them like this. Her bladder was about to explode, she had to piss so bad. The first guy charged and in spite of herself, she buried her shoulder into his ribs. She grabbed the guy's arm and flipped him over. Another thug, this one a woman, charge, but Selina planted her foot in the woman's stomach. But that was a mistake, as she felt her bladder quiver from the stress of moving her leg so fast. She tried to gain her composure, but that allowed the remaining thugs to grab her by the arms and legs. They carried her around the corner where Jerome was waiting, laughing like a madman. "Tie her up, boys! She's just in time for the fun and games!" Soon, Selina was tied up in the main room with the rest of guests-turned-hostages. She was tied to a chair, her ankles strapped to the legs of the chair, her arms tied behind her. An additional length of rope was tied across her waist. Selina was sweating like crazy, her bladder felt like it was being squashed between the rope and being forced to sit down in her tight leather costume. She was going to burst!! Jerome was busy trying to decide on a victim. He had already shot two guards and sliced the throat of an actor. But that wasn't enough for him. "Who's it going to be? The old bag in row ten? The tubby guy in front? The twins in the balcony? Come on people, I need a volunteer! Otherwise... I'll just have to choose for myself!!" Selina was in agony. She was going to wet herself, in front of all these people. It was awful, she had been holding it for so long, her urine would be very concentrated, it was going to smell so bad. And there would be no way to hide the puddle that would form under her. She would be humiliated. "What do we have here?" asked Jerome. Selina had been unconsciously squirming in her seat and someone had finally noticed. "Hey there, little girl. What's your problem?" Selina swallowed hard. She would have been furious about the "little girl" comment, if she wasn't so preoccupied. "Nothing," she said, hoping he wouldn't pursue the issue. Unfortunately for her, Jerome wasn't going to let up. "Well, see, I don't believe that. Maybe you're trying to escape. Which would mean I'd have to kill you..." He held the knife menacingly to her throat. Everyone in the room gasped and Selina swore she felt a drop of pee squirt into her panties. But then he pulled bay the knife. "But I don't think you're stupid enough to try anything. So, that means... maybe, just maybe, someone needs the little girl's room." He said that last part in a childish, sing-song voice. "No..." Selina tried to protest, but Jerome wasn't hearing it. "After all, my men found you in the bathroom. What if you weren't just hiding?" Selina tried to ignore him, but he grabbed her shoulders and looked right at her. "So... gotta go? Gotta go right now? Do ya?!" "None of your business, you sick freak!!" she shouted at him. Jerome smiled a sick grin. "Flattery will get you nowhere." He grabbed an empty glass and a pitcher of water. "Sure you don't have to go?" She nodded meekly. "Then this shouldn't bother you." With that, he poured some water from the pitcher into the glass, right in front of her face. Selina was in agony. She squeezed her eyes shut, but she could still hear the water swishing around as he poured it back and forth. He even let some splash on her hand, catching her by surprise. She just knew it was only a matter of time before she pissed herself in front of everyone, including a madman who would take sick pleasure in watching her pee her pants. Selina briefly opened her eyes and saw Bruce perching himself on chandelier. He winked at her, a signal that he was waiting for the right moment. Selina grimaced. "Bruce, this isn't the time for stealth!" she thought. She had to piss so bad. She couldn't sit still, her knees knocked together as she used every ounce of energy she had left to hold back the impending flood. Her entire body felt like it was filled ten times over. Jerome laughed as he continued pouring the water back and forth. Selina could actually feel her bladder about to tear apart. "No no no no no no..." she thought. "Not here. I can't..." she was tapping her feet openly now and tears were filling her eyes. Jerome dribbled some water on Selina's leg, causing her to squeal in surprise and discomfort. Every muscle hurt so bad. If she passed out, she would definitely piss herself. "Hold on Selina..." she thought. Jerome leaned in close, I tending to push on Selina's bladder. "Come on. Let it out, girlie. You know you want to. You'll feel sooooo much better. Do it! Do-!" Jerome was cut off as Bruce dropped down, tackling the psychopath to the ground. With Jerome down, the GCPD officers were able to take action. As the police dealt with Jerome's goons, Bruce untied Selina. Despite her dire situation, even with one hand buried deep into her crotch, hunched over in excruciating pain, she couldn't resist punching Jerome in the face as he stood up. Bruce punched him a few more times, before rushing to tend to some injured hostages. Selina took down a few of the remaining thugs, before rushing out of the room as fast as her bloated bladder would allow her. As she made her way back to the ladies room, she heard Jerome saying something, but she didn't care. Relief was just inches away. She opened the door and saw the toilets, waiting for her to do her thing. "Beautiful," she thought. "SELINA!! SELINA!!!" It was Bruce. Suddenly, a hand reached through the door and pulled her out. The sudden force nearly caused her to wet herself right there. "Bruce! What are y-" *BOOM" The blast rocked Selina and Bruce, knocking them both to the floor. Selina got up as quickly as she could in her bloated, swollen condition. As she pulled the bathroomdoor open, she saw all the sinks and toilets shattered. Water was flooding the room. The sight nearly caused Selina to flood her pants. Quickly, she closed the door and turned to Bruce, backing away from the door. "Bruce! What happened?!" "Jerome," Bruce answered grimly. "He must have laid explosives inside all the pipes. There's a river forming in the main hall, from the kitchen. Captain Gordon and the GCPD are evacuating the guests as we speak." Selina wanted to cry. "He couldn't have!" she thought. "There's no way! He's a psycho!!" Selina felt her eyes filling with tears. This couldn't be happening! "He blew up ALL the bathrooms...?" Her voice cracked and her lip quivered. "Now what am I going to do?!" she thought. Bruce grabbed Selina and hugged her tightly. "No!" she thought. "No no no no no not now!" She thought she was going to piss all over him!! She returned the hug, while carefully pulling back. Bruce didn't seem to mind, though. He was used to her getting hot and cold with him. "It's ok, Selina. As long as nobody else was hurt. As long as you're ok..." Just then, Captain Gordon came around the corner. "There are the heroes," he said with a smile, as he put an arm around each of them. "Come on, guys. We want the whole building empty, just for safety measures." Gordon led Bruce and Selina towards the exit. As they walked out of the building, they were applauded by the freed hostages, as well as the majority of the GCPD. Bruce beamed proudly, a start contrast to Selina, who was blushing. She had a flood inside her, waiting to be unleashed. She couldn't stop shaking and tears filled her eyes. She was horribly overfilled, she couldn't stand it. Suddenly, she felt her belly rumble. "Oh no!" she gasped. "Everything ok, Selina?" asked Gordon. She didn't answer, instead she pushed past Gordon and Bruce and ran towards the alley behind the Opera House. It was time, she couldn't put it off any longer. Selina started to undo her pants, no easy task at this stage. Just touching the area near her bladder made her almost lose it. But just as she was about to pull her pants down, she heard a soft moan. Looking around, she saw a couple making out. Scrambling to pull up her pants, she accidentally knocked a trash can over. "Hey!" called out Detective Harvey Bullock. "Alley's occupied. Sorry I couldn't put up a do not disturb sign." Selina backed out of the alley, but slipped and fell on her butt. That was it. She couldn't hold it back any longer. Her sphincter let go and hot piss gushed from her urethra into her pants. Within seconds, she was soaking wet, but it kept coming. It flooded her panties, then overfilled them, drenching her pants. She could even feel it pooling into her boots, that’s how much there was. In spite of herself, Selina gave a sigh of relief. It felt so good to finally empty her bladder after such a long and painful time holding it in. Unfortunately, her relief was cut short. As her stream finally started to lose some pressure, she heard a voice that made her heart sink. “Selina?” Bruce. He had gone after her, concerned about her suddenly running off. “Of course he did,“ she thought. And he had witnessed the entire accident. To make matters worse, Gordon was behind him, flanked by Detectives Alvarez and Harper. Bruce looked at the river at Selina’s feet. Alvarez and Harper quickly looked away, as Gordon gently grabbed Bruce’s arm and pulled him back. Selina’s cheeks flushed a deep pink. “Great,” she thought. Bruce had seen her wetting her pants, along with Jim Gordon and a couple of other cops. She was humiliated. Bad enough to piss herself, worse to have it be witnessed by the last person she would have ever wanted to see it happen. “How can I ever face Bruce again?” she thought. Mortified, she leapt up and ran off, pee still trickling from her pants as she ran. She was about two blocks from the opera house when she finally stopped peeing. She could feel the tears forming as she headed for home. All she wanted to do was clean up and hide. Forever. A few days later, Selina was at her squat. She was still absolutely mortified by what had happened that night in the alley. She hadn’t been out in days and she had convinced herself she was never leaving her home again. She couldn’t bare to have anyone see her, especially not Bruce. She had been absolutely humiliated. Her boyfriend had seen his tough, no-nonsense girlfriend piss herself like a three year old. She had managed to steal some new clothes and had burned the ones she’d soaked. Her eyes were red from crying non-stop the last few days. She was convinced that Bruce saw her differently now. That he saw her as just another girl who makes a fool out of herself. That thought just made her cry harder. She took a drink of water from her third bottle that day. She had to pee and with the memory of what happened still fresh in her mind, she was about to go, when there was a knock on the door. She was going to ignore it, but then she heard a voice. “Selina? Are you home?” His voice. Bruce. Selina couldn’t believe it. He had actually come looking for her! “Yeah, I’m here.” “Can I please come in? I think we should talk.” Selina really didn’t want to talk to Bruce. She knew he would want to bring up what had happened. She was afraid of what he might think of her. Plus, she really didn’t want to have another accident in front of him. After holding it for so long, she noticed her muscles were weaker and it was much harder for her to hold it now. “Selina? Are you still there?” “Yeah. I’m still here, Bruce. Hang on.” Sighing, she reluctantly went to the door and let him in. As he stood in front of her, she did her best to stand still. She knew if he saw her fidgeting, he’d ask questions. Questions that would destroy her emotionally if he asked them. “How are you, Selina?” She rolled her eyes. Of course he wouldn’t come right out and say what he wanted to. “I’m OK, Bruce.” “Are you sure?” She sighed. “Bruce, just say what you came here to say. Please don’t beat around the bush.” She knew that she could be standing there all day if she didn’t make him spit it out. And she knew she couldn’t hold it in for much longer. “Why do I always do this to myself?!” she thought. “Selina, I just wanted to check on you. I haven’t seen you since… since…” “Since I pissed myself in front of you and the cops?” Bruce looked embarrassed. Selina wanted to cry. “Oh my god, he’s ashamed of me!” she thought. “Yeah… Selina, why didn’t you just tell me you had to go?” “’Hey Bruce, I gotta pee, hang on then we can save the city!’ Yeah, OK Bruce.” “You know what I mean. I mean, it’s not like it’s something you can control-” “Shut up, Bruce! I can control myself! I don’t normally walk around pissing my pants, you know!” She winced at how harsh she had been, but he‘d hit a nerve. And she was very worried that she was going to give a repeat performance in a matter of minutes. Bruce looked hurt, but still continued. “I know that, Selina. What I meant was, you know you couldn’t hold it forever. I know you’re strong and you’re tough, but even you have limits. You could have told me what was going on. I wouldn’t have thought any less of you.” Selina knew he meant it, but… “And… what do you think of me now?” “I love you Selina. Nothing is going to change that. You should know that. After all we’ve been through, nothing is going to change the way I feel about you.” Selina was touched. Bruce smiled. “I mean, you know what they say… accidents happen.” Selina laughed, in spite of herself. “When did he get a sense of humor?” she wondered. However, she was quickly reminded of more pressing matters. “Bruce… that means a lot to me. Really. And I’m sorry for not being honest with you. But the way you think of me… it matters. A lot.” “So, does that mean you want to go grab something to eat?” “Um… sure.” Selina felt her belly growl, just like it did that night… “You go start the car. I’ve just gotta hide some stuff before we go.” “OK Selina.” Bruce went back outside. Selina ran to the back of her squat and yanked her pants down. Squatting on the ground, she released her bladder. She moaned in relief, a big smile crossing her face. She had made it. The pee flowed out of her, with no sign of slowing down or stopping. She closed her eyes and just peed. It felt so good to relieve herself after nearly having another accident. She let out another moan of pleasure. She heard a knock on the door. “Selina? Everything OK?” Bruce. “Yeah, I’m fine. Go back to the car, I’ll be out in a couple of minutes! Jeez!” “OK, Selina.” After nearly another minute, her stream finally trickled off, then stopped all together. She bounced a little bit, getting out the last couple of drops, then wiped herself with a Kleenex. She pulled up her pants and headed out to the car, where Bruce was waiting patiently. “Everything OK, Selina?” “Yep. Let’s go.” “Anywhere in particular.” “Wherever you want, Bruce.” Bruce smiled and started to drive. Selina thought to herself, “As long as they have a bathroom.” She returned his smile and laid her head against his shoulder as they drove off into the night.
×
×
  • Create New...