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As you know I closed commissions some time ago and it may stay like that for a while beause there are a couple of comics that I want to finish before I get back to accepting them. However I keep getting mesages on ideas or being asked when I will open them again and I'm starting to feel bad admiting they are closed (and may also accidentally ghosted a few people which is not helping me feel better) so as to not disapoint everyone that is looking forward to new artwork I decided to do this new kind of thread. Basically, I have noticed that my usual method of drawing has become too slow and whenever I allow people to give me ideas they come faster than I can draw them. Because of this I am planning to go for a much less detailed style with which I can (hopefully) not only keep up but keep making progress on those comics I refered to earlier whithout getting bored of doing the same thing for months. Here are some of the things I have drawn so far with this style (this one is a bit long so you may have to open it in a new window to see it) One more thing I should mention is that I'm not going to be looking for requests/commissions that were made while they were closed or people that were asking when they would open because my memory sucks and I can only remember around 3 of them.

Hello everyone. This... I created a place for posting art on the topic of "alien omo". That is, I will post homo-arts with the participation of different female aliens who will want to go to the toilet, who will have a bulging bladder, etc. And please do not pay attention to my spelling, English is not my native language, and therefore I need to use a translator... ... Here you go. The first art on the topic!

Part One Rosie sprung out of bed one morning with an uncharacteristic eagerness. She pulled off her night shirt, clasped on a padded bra and pulled a tank top on. She got her tightest pair of faded jeans, the ones that showed off her butt the best. She had to hop around to get them over her butt, bending forward to force to clasp closed around her belly. It hugged her tightly, far too tight for comfort, but today she was dressing for looks. She went into the bathroom, where her roommate Faye was doing her makeup. “Oh, nice outfit!” she complimented. Rosie smiled at her. “I have a date,” she said, undoing her pants, pulling them to her knees and sitting down on the toilet. “Oh? Someone I know?” “I don’t think so, I met him at the gym,” she said, her morning pee splattering loudly into the bowl. Faye gave her a weird look. “You talk to guys at the gym?” She shrugged. “He seemed really nice. Showed me something I was doing wrong, and we kinda hit it off!” She wiped and did a couple little hops to get her jeans back up. “Phew!” she muttered when she clasped them. She moved next to Faye in the mirror and mercilessly tamed her curly blond hair. She put on a bit more makeup than usual, then sat down in the living room. She unbuttoned her pants so she could relax. Several hours went by, the time of the date rapidly approaching. “You want some coffee?” Faye called from the kitchen. “I don’t know if I should drink something that’ll make me more nervous,” she laughed, tapping her feet. “Aw, come on! I’m trying a new mix. Just have some water with it. It’ll dilute in your belly.” “Hm. Alright,” she turned around and sat on her knees, facing her friend. “What kind of mix?” “The one… Uhh, this one,” she held up the bag. “I’ll bring it to you.” A couple minutes later, Rosie had a tall, hot coffee in one hand, and a water bottle in the other. “It’s really good,” she said, finishing it pretty quickly. It was only a matter of time before the water bottle was gone, too. About an hour went by before it was time to leave. “Okay,” she said, finally clasping her constrictive jeans, “wish me luck. I’m about to go meet him for drinks.” “Keep me updated!” Faye called as her friend left the apartment. It was only a few block’s walk to the restaurant, dimly lit by the setting sun. On the way there, she felt a slight urge to urinate. Most likely the coffee, but it could also be her nerves. She showed her ID and was seated at a tall table in a dimly lit lounge, handed a menu of cocktails, and was told there’d be live music shortly. After about ten minutes of waiting, sipping a glass of ice water, she felt a tap on her shoulder. “Drew!” she greeted. “Rose!” He hugged her. He smelled like aftershave and weed. “How’re you doing? Was the drive alright?” “I actually just walked! I live right up the road, basically.” He sat down and looked around. “So you come here a lot?” “Sometimes. I like the jazz bands. Super chill.” “Super chill indeed. What’re you drinking?” “I was thinking on this,” she pointed to a drink on the menu, “but it’s a lot to drink. Plus, I thought the alcohol content might be a little high…” Drew waved his hand dismissively. “I can drive you home if you need me to. Get whatever you want!” She shrugged. “Alright.” The date went pretty well. They found a shared interest in exotic pets. Rosie ended up having two of those drinks and then some. Then, something on the wall caught her eye. She gasped. “The fireworks show was tonight!? We should have totally went to see that instead!” Drew turned to look. Then he checked his phone. “It’s not too late! Not if we left right now! What do you think?” She turned her eyes to the many empty glasses on her table. “You okay to drive?” “Absolutely! Come on, let’s go!” He tossed down a bunch of cash haphazardly, then grabbed her hand and led her out. It made her heart skip a beat. Something about his devil-may-care demeanor was really drawing her closer, but she really would have liked to hit the ladies room before they left. That slight urge to pee had grown to a definite need, an uncomfortable sensation made worse by her constrictive pants. She figured she could wait until they got there. He had a nice car. It had that new car smell. Although they conversed the whole way there, the many drinks she had made her need to pee rapidly increase. She crossed her legs tightly, tapping her feet and jiggling. “So, have you ever had an exotic pet?” she asked. “No, I just like the idea of it. My cousin had a monkey. Dedicated an entire room for him. The problem is, a lot of those animals need things we can’t give them. It’s kind of inhumane to keep them as pets.” “Yeah, I hear you,” she crossed her legs the other way, pulling her waistband away from her swelling bladder. “How far are we from the pier?” “‘Bout fifteen minutes. The light show starts at seven.” It was 6:30. “We’re barely gonna make it. We gotta walk all the way there…” “We’ll make it,” he reassured. “You wanna listen to some music?” He put the radio on, causing Rosie to retreat inside her head a bit. It definitely wasn’t an emergency, but she had to pee pretty badly. By the time they got there, she was fidgeting around in her seat, rubbing her thighs together when they weren’t crossed. Pulling into a parking spot, she was really antsy. Plus, her pants fit so tightly around her waist that she could tell it was going to leave reddish marks on her skin. It squished her belly, and subsequently her full bladder, intensifying her urge to pee. “Come on, let’s hurry!” Drew said, shutting the car off. “My thoughts exactly,” she gave herself a discreet squeeze as she got out, ready to rush to the potty the moment she could. They walked briskly down to the pier, a pretty romantic moonlit walk, albeit somewhat rushed. As soon as they got there, the first firework went off. “Whoa,” she said as it exploded mid-air. It wasn’t enough to distract her from how badly she had to urinate. She shifted her weight side to side, kicking her feet behind her. Suddenly, Drew pulled her close and she had to stifle her squirming. It wasn’t easy to do. Her urge was growing by the minute.

Part One Reese got home from work one day with a very full bladder. She’d been jiggling for over half the drive home. She kicked off her shoes and headed for the toilet. “Reese?” her roommate Ava called from the bathroom. “Yeah?” “Can you come help me with something?” She sounded worried. When Reese came in, she found Ava holding a fishing net. “Goin’ fishing?” Reese joked, looking around. Ava just pointed. A big black bird was sitting in the windowsill. Reese gasped at the sight of it, taking a couple steps back. “What- How did it get in here!?” she asked. “I-I just wanted to open the window and let some fresh air in, but that was a bad idea obviously! Look, we have to get him out without hurting him. You hold the net up to him and I’ll scare him in from the other side.” Reese pulled the button of her pants away from her belly and shifted side to side. She urgently needed to urinate. “I don’t wanna do that, man!” she said. “Can’t we just leave the windows open and let him leave on his own?” “He’s gonna poop all over the place!” “Well…” She eyed the toilet. “Maybe… We should close the door and open that window he’s sitting near.” “That one doesn’t open.” “Of course it doesn’t.” “Look, I’ve been doing this for like an hour and I’ve been thinking about it. I think this is the best way.” Reese dropped her head. “Fineee, let’s get it over with,” she said, subtly pressing her thighs together. “Okay, you hold the net, and I’ll-“ “Why do I have to hold the net!?” “Because I’m bad with it! I learned that today!” “Ava, I really don’t-“ She shoved the net into Reese’s hands and hurried into position. The bird perked up tensely in response to the invasion of his space. “You ready?” Ava said as Reese followed suit. “No,” she replied, but moved the net closer as Ava moved her hands awkwardly toward the bird. He puffed up his feathers, looked around erratically, and flew madly off the windowsill and around the screaming girls. Reese dropped the net and covered her head as she ran out of the room. The bird settled on top of the medicine cabinet. “Dude! Why’d you let him go!?” Ava said. “What!? You were guiding him!” “You gotta bring the net down on him!” “Well-“ Reese sighed nervously, starting to get noticeably antsy as she stepped around, pressing her thighs together every other step. She’d had to pee for so long. “I don’t wanna do this. Let’s just call animal control.” “Doesn’t that cost money?” “I’ll look it up, but I don’t think so,” she said as she took her phone out. She inhaled sharply, made a face of discomfort and crossed her legs where she stood, bobbing up and down. Ava didn’t see. She was looking at the bird. “Okay, it’s free and I’m about to call them.” “Should we shut the bathroom door so he doesn’t have free reign of the apartment?” Reese’s heart sunk a little. “I guess so,” she said. She made the call. Someone will be there in an hour. An hour. Reese sat on her foot on the couch, trying to distract herself with her phone and the tv. The urge to urinate was really taxing her. Her khakis were digging mercilessly into her little pee baby. She drummed her fingers impatiently, wanting badly to fidget and squirm around, but Ava was sitting right next to her. “You okay? You’re being quiet,” said Ava. “Yeah, of course,” she replied. “Tired.” “Do you think that bird is getting bird diseases all over our bathroom?” She shifted her sitting position every few seconds. “Don’t even say that.” “We should probably clean it when it’s out just to be safe.” The urgency started to rise. A wave of desperation. She couldn’t keep from jerking her butt and twitching around, engaging in a plethora of nervous movements that slightly alleviated the uneasiness radiating from her urinary system. “I-It’s just a bird,” she said, pushing herself deep into the seat so she could further dig her heel into her crotch. “Birds poop, dude,” Ava said. Reese inhaled sharply, her tight bladder contracting, trying to force some pee out. She swung her legs off the couch and hurried to her room, the uncomfortable fullness inside her shifting and sloshing with the movement. “Where’re you goin?” Ava called. “Gonnachangeouttamyworkclothes!” she said, shutting the door behind her and doubling over. “Oooof…” she groaned, her entire body genuinely wracked with discomfort. She popped open the button on her pants and immediately felt better as her bulging belly was able to take up the space it needed. She danced and jiggled as she skinned her pants down and replaced them with a pair of sweatshorts. She pulled her work shirt off, stepping side to side and pressing her thighs together, and pulled on a regular t-shirt. “Oh man…” she muttered, bobbing up and down and shoving her hand between her legs. She checked her phone and saw that it had been 15 minutes since she made the call. She had to hold it for 45 more minutes, then for however long animal control took to get the bird out… It was not possible. There was just no way. She sat on her bed and grinded into the corner of the mattress, rubbing her crotch with her fingers. She was trying to come up with a reason to leave the house by herself so she could find a gas station to empty her poor bladder, but it was hard to think with so much pee inside of her. That’s when she noticed a small cup by her bed. Reese couldn’t believe what she was considering. It wasn’t even that big of a cup. But it seemed a lot easier to let a little out in her bedroom than spend a few minutes in LA traffic just to find a place to piss. God, she needed it so badly. She grabbed the cup and drank the rest of the water that was inside it. Then, acutely aware of the lack of a lock on her door, hurriedly pulled her pants and panties down to her knees and positioned the cup under her crotch. It didn’t take long to start leaking. Her bladder was bursting. It also didn’t take long for the cup to get filled up. She didn’t even really get started by the time the warm, yellow liquid reached the brim and started to overflow through her fingers and splatter onto the hardwood floor. “Ahh- nngh- n- no-“ she whined, standing up to held stop the flow. She gripped her crotch, feeling the pee stop coming out. She was trembling, her urethral sphincter stinging badly. There was less urine inside her, but she was dying. The sight of the cup full of warm, foaming urine repulsed her. She put it on the floor under her bed and shook her hands dry, dancing and writhing on the spot as she pulled her pants back up. It wasn’t much of a relief, and now her peehole stung fiercely. She hurried out into the kitchen to wash her hands. The sight, sound, and feeling of the water on her hands caused the need to urinate to spike in urgency. She winced and wriggled madly on the spot, frantically getting the soap off her hands and wiping them on her pants. She gave herself a squeeze, cautiously making sure Ava hadn’t seen the embarrassing display. She hadn’t. Reese checked how much time passed since the phone call. 30 minutes. Halfway there. As she hobbled back to the couch, she was doubting herself pretty heavily. She couldn’t keep still for even a couple of seconds. Despite the discomfort, she was a grown woman who trusted her ability to control her body. She gritted her teeth through the throbs and waited.

Gleason sat up in her bed, her brown lion’s mane bedhead tangled crazily on top of her head. Her eyes opened slowly, her phone blaring an alarm from somewhere in the bedsheets. She found it, groggily squinting at the bright light of the screen. 2:00 AM. She sat there for a minute and focused on her body. The urge to pee came into focus, sitting uncomfortably inside her. About a 4/10, she figured. She could still feel the cold presence of all the water she’d drank earlier in her belly. She turned the alarm off and went back to sleep. Later, she was awoken by the same alarm. She turned it off and saw 3:00 AM displayed. She was a little antsy at this point, the desire to urinate readily noticeable this time around. Maybe a 6.5/10. Again, she laid her head back down and was asleep in less than a minute. The next alarm is what did it. She sat up and felt around for it a bit more urgently than the last two times. She scooted her hips around while she looked, the need to piss having grown in severity to the point of real desperation. Easily a 9/10. She found her phone and turned off the alarm, her hand immediately going to her crotch afterward. She rocked her weight side to side, swiping her future alarms off. Then she dropped her phone in the bed and rapidly bounced her palm off her knee, her other hand squeezing her privates. She hopped off the bed and pulled a wedgie out of her tight pajama shorts as she hustled out of her room and down the hall, holding herself the whole way there. She winced in discomfort as she slipped her flip flops on, her very full bladder signaling ferociously to be emptied. She slipped out the front door and practically jumped out of her skin when she saw her roommate sitting on the porch. “Holy fuck!” she exclaimed, a spurt of piss saturating the crotch of her underwear. “I’m sorry!” Carlie laughed. “Where are you going this time of night anyway?” She was twitching and trembling, struggling not to break out in a desperate pee dance right in front of her. “W-Well, now I’m going to get a change of pants!” she partially joked as she hurried back in the house. She pressed both hands in between her thighs as she ran past the bathroom and back to her room. She slammed the door and hopped madly around, sticking her hands inside her shorts to hold herself. She sighed as she eyed her large potted plant in the corner. “Sorry, man. It’s gonna have to be you again,” she said breathlessly as she went quickly over to it, dropped her pants, and was already urinating before she was fully in position. “Mmph!” she moaned in relief, biting her lip. Golden liquid spouted out of her and soaked the leaves, dribbling down the plant and filling a puddle that slowly absorbed into the soil. The sound of hissing and pattering filled the room. Her thighs got splattered with the splashback, and a part of the stream trickled down her leg. She put a hand over her deflating bladder and felt it drain. “Ahh~” she moaned, biting her lip. Her pee baby disappeared, and her stream fettered off. She bobbed up and down to drip dry and pulled her shorts back up, giggling as she climbed back into bed. Maybe next time, she’d be able to find somewhere she hadn’t gone before, somewhere weirder, somewhere riskier.

Part I— Ed Turns Written by Will Holden Commissioned by Bee Fuller Ed was by all accounts an almost painfully ordinary guy. Every Monday through Friday, he drove his same preowned Chevy to his same boring office job, exchanged the same middling banter around the same water cooler with the same friendly but unremarkable coworkers. Then weekends were spent imbibing as much booze as his barely–above–minimum–wage paycheck would cover, then wash, rinse, repeat ad infinitum. There was however, even back then, one thing that made Ed just a little bit different from his fellow office drones, and clubbers. Ed often took that boring traffic-filled commute, and those watercooler talks— talks during which he almost always had a little paper cup or two of that weird room temperature office water himself— with his bladder still sloshing full of the previous night’s piss. And those long nights at the club, he would knock back shot after shot, mug after mug, watching other guys waddle desperately to the men’s room to “break the seal,” then make that same odyssey many more times throughout the night, while he remained at the bar, laughed at their weakness, and ordered another round. Ed wasn’t sure exactly when it had started for him, but ever since he could remember, he had taken a sort of odd pride in his iron bladder. There wasn’t much that Ed had on the other guys around him, but this was one talent— if you could call it that— at which he could effortlessly wipe the floor with nearly any other guy he knew— And when it came to holding contests, floors needing wiping was always a very real possibility. It wasn’t much, but it gave him just that little boost of confidence he needed to make it through yet another monotonous day. It was on one of his Saturday night excursions at a club he knew well, Trancium, that Ed would learn a cruel lesson in humility far too late. Normally, Ed made a point of relieving himself no more than three times a day even— no, especially— on days he went out drinking. He found it to be almost embarrassing to answer the call of nature with the rest of the weak–bladdered drunks. Tonight was different however, for two reasons: the first reason was straightforward enough. He had way overdone it. His last piss had been at noon today— His first and only release of the day. Now, it was well after one in the morning. Since then, he had easily drunk at least a litre of water, some tea, a glass of orange juice, and all of that was before he had even arrived at the club and decided to show off and order five beers all at once and shotgun them. Now, even Ed’s seemingly limitless bladder of steel was tender and pulsating, and it took everything in his power to keep from leaking spurts of hot yellow piss from his whimpering pee hole into his white loose–fitting boxers. The other reason? Well, that would be the same reason he had done something so boneheaded as shot-gunning that many beers at once in the first place. Ed had a date tonight. A beautiful, vivacious woman with bouncing pink hair named Alyssa he’d met on his last visit here. It was one thing to be forced to hold yourself, or worse get caught leaking in public under ordinary circumstances— already completely mortifying, but on a date? Out of the question. Like any sane person with probably three liters and thirteen hours of boiling piss roiling like a tsunami against the world’s tiniest floodgate to escape their overtaxed bladder, Ed decided it was time to call it, and politely excused himself to go use the men’s room. As he got from up his seat, a fresh wave of desperation hit him, and he audibly groaned from the excruciating strain it took to keep the contents of his own personal ocean safely inside of him in. He felt a single half of a dribble form at the edge of his exhausted pee hole. He willed it to go back inside somehow, it of course, did not oblige. If only he had known that that single dribble would be one of the last semblances of relief his poor bladder would ever experience again. He squeezed his thighs together, trying not to make it obvious just how frantic with desperation he was in front of his beautiful companion, and waddled carefully towards the men’s room. While he was walking very slowly, trying his best not to let a single leak slip, men clearly infinitely less desperate than he was easily stepped in front of him, and by the time he got to the men’s room—single stall, of course, just his luck— a line had formed. He bit his lip, and felt himself almost tear up, praying to every deity he could think of for the line to at least move quickly. By the time he was near the front of the line, Ed swore his bladder must have weighed as much as a bowling ball, and his hands had found their way to his pockets, where they formed a chokehold around the head of his poor straining, twitching cock. The guy in front of him went in, and his throbbing pee hole almost released another spurt in anticipation. He pinched it off, reminding himself that relief was close, so very, very close—But not there. Not yet. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw his date sauntering towards him. He guessed that she must be headed for the ladies’ room and tried his best to pull himself together lest she see him in his current pathetic state. Instead, she walked directly up to him. His desperate cock danced up and down in protest. He was so close, and now he was going to have to have a conversation, so painfully close to relief and not show how achingly desperate he was. It felt almost too cruel to bear. “Uh h-hey, Alyssa,” he stammered through clenched teeth, “What’s uh… What’s up?” She gave a low chuckle that had an odd menace to it. Ed felt a shiver run up his spine, and this time it wasn’t yet another urgent warning signal from his straining bladder. Still, it didn’t help, and he squeezed his legs together even tighter just moments too late to stop another dribble from starting to form at the tip of his straining cock. “Oh Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, you are adorable.” Alyssa ran the back of her hand lightly along his cheek and pressed him against the wall. He felt his cock twinge again, for a different reason, and the momentary change in sensation nearly caused him to lose another spurt. He let out a little whimper despite himself. “Hey Alyssa, can you just h-h-hold that thought for one second? It’s just that I’m next in line and…” He looked down and trailed off, embarrassed to admit just how close his bladder was to exploding in a gushing yellow mess in his pants right there. Alyssa didn’t budge, just traced his jawline once again, “You’re cute. But I have a confession to make.” “Oh y-y-yeah?” Ed stammered as he heard the sound of a toilet flushing, the rushing water, and the knowledge of just how close relief was nearly made him lose it on the spot once again, but he clenched every muscle in his body, and instead gently tried to push Alyssa off of him, “I’m really sorry Alyssa, but I promise you I’ll be right back.” Her grip was like iron and didn’t give an inch. “I’m sorry. I can’t let you do that Eddie-poo. See, there’s something I really need to tell you. And it can’t wait another moment.” The door handle turned, and a tall man exited wearing the look of blissful relief Eddie would have given his left arm to share. Another guy came from down the hall, “Excuse me,” he asked, holding himself in a way Ed desperately wished he had the freedom to do at the moment, “Are you in line? Sorry if I’m interrupting it’s just that I’ve had three beers, and hoo boy… My teeth are floating!” “Yes!” Ed almost shouted, tears forming in his eyes. “No, go right ahead.” Alyssa talked over him. The man looked between the two of them with a bit of confusion for a moment, before Ed heard the sound of a soft hiss, as a small wet patch formed at the front of the man’s trousers. The man appeared to panic, grabbed himself with both hands, and rushed into the bathroom without further hesitation, slamming the door behind him. Ed’s pee hole twinged and throbbed enviously, sending a shock of pain up his bladder, and through his cock. “Why did you do that?” He whimpered, then, scarcely believing the words were leaving his mouth, he whispered with a shaking voice, “I–I really need to go, okay?” Even through the door, Ed could hear the absolute roaring gush of what had to be almost about half as much boiling urine as occupied Ed’s own tormented bladder rushing with the speed of a high-intensity water canon into the toilet bowl. Ed’s dick jumped up and down several times violently, begging for the relief he still stubbornly refused it. “I needed to get you alone, Ed, darling, so I could do this.” She tilted his chin up, pressed her lips to the hollow of his neck, and suddenly, Ed felt a new type of pain entirely course through his entire body. One that almost drowned out the agony radiating from his tortured bladder. Almost. It was like two tiny little knives stabbing him in the neck, and then he felt the suction, and a venomous burn in his veins, and he started to go weak. “It’s like I was trying to tell you before Eddie darling, I didn’t ask you here for a date. I asked you here for dinner. Well, to be my dinner, that is. But it’s all going to be okay, see, in just a moment, I’ll have sucked you dry, and none of this will matter.” Ed struggled, trying to get out a scream, to get away, something. But she was so strong, and it was all he could do just to keep his floodgates shut, because even then, Ed just couldn’t quite manage to swallow his pride. Just as Ed felt himself start to lose consciousness, another guy approached him to get in line, and saw them. Alyssa hissed and shrieked like a feral cat and fled the scene at an impossible speed, leaving Ed with nothing left to do but collapse shaking to the ground. He couldn’t decide which was worse, the burning venom that was now coursing through his veins, or the waves of shock that screamed through his bulging bladder as he hit the floor. “Whoa, you okay, man,” his accidental saviour asked. Ed grabbed his burning cock, preventing a spurt from leaking out, and nodded though he knew it wasn’t true. It took him several tries, but he managed to get onto his knees, and desperately clawed at the men’s room door, “Please…” He begs, “I – I just need to…” He twisted his legs like a pretzel, and knocked on the door with all his remaining strength, “Can’t… Can’t hold much longer… Please…” “Uh sorry bro,” came the oblivious response from the other side of the door, “gonna be occupado for at least a few more minutos.” Ed finally broke down and openly sobbed, clinging onto his throbbing cock for dear life. No, no, no. This could not be happening. Ed couldn’t even process that he’d just been bitten by a vampire, all he knew was that no matter what happened after this, he couldn’t just lose control in the middle of a club like this. It was completely out of the question. He was Iron-Bladdered Ed. He didn’t just have accidents in the middle of a public club like some sort of weakling. “Dude, I hate to say it, but maybe you should just like… Go. Whatever that chick did to you looks like kind of a medical emergency. You should probably go to the hospital. Nobody is going to judge you if you piss yourself right now. Hell, that guy over there just did it, and he didn’t even get bitten by some freaky chick,” the man behind him in line tried to reassure him. “No, you don’t understand. I don’t do that. I’ll never do that!” He almost shouted through tears. He felt a change come over him. Suddenly, the burning in his veins died down. His hearing amplified, and it made the sound of the flush he’d been desperately waiting for even louder than he was expecting. The near–deafening rush of water added yet another torment to his already tortured bladder. The door opened, and he forced himself into a standing position, doubled over clutching at his crotch, he waddled in, and shut the door. He caught a brief glimpse of the mirror, and if he hadn’t been in such desperate agony, he would have done a double take— But there was no time to think about anything that wasn’t the toilet and the steps between him and the ecstasy of draining nearly three full litres of piss from the bursting dam inside his abdomen. Finally, he stood over the toilet. After everything he’d been through, it almost felt like a dream. Ed swore he could almost hear a choir of serenading angels as he pulled his throbbing dick out of his trousers, finally relaxed his tired, painfully pulsating pee hole, or at least he tried to, and… Nothing happened. The hole remained pulled tightly shut. Maybe he held too long. Ed takes a long breath and tried again. And again. And again. And yet again. Still, no matter how hard he tried, nothing moved. Here he was, his bulging bladder jutting out several inches over his hips, standing directly over the toilet, cock out and ready, yet relief was somehow further away than it had ever been. He just barely resisted the urge to cry again, knowing it wouldn’t help anything. Instead, he pressed down on his bladder, hoping to get the long-awaited flow started manually. The sensation hurt so badly he let out a moan of pure agony, yet still not a single dribble of piss escaped his pounding bladder for his trouble. He tried desperately to remember what other tricks he’d heard for peeing when it was hard to get started. He went to the sink to turn the water on, and that’s when he finally realized the nature of his situation. As the water started flowing, Ed’s knees naturally squeezed together, but it was completely unnecessary. Ed’s reflection in the mirror was gone. Ed had been bitten by a vampire, and now had been turned into one too. There’s one thing nobody really talks about when it comes to vampires. Sure, everyone knows they can move fast, have inhuman strength, drink blood, all that good stuff. And everyone knows they don’t show up in mirrors, and can’t handle the sunlight, garlic, crucifixes, the basics. But, there’s something else no vampire can do once they have turned, and dear reader I suspect you may have already got an inkling what it is— Vampires cannot urinate. At all. Ever. For most, that’s not an issue. Vampires don’t make new urine, and any normal person would naturally piss themselves from the pain of the turning process if they had needed to go when they were bitten. Ed, unfortunately for him, was not most people when he was human, and now he has an eternity to live, and he will spend every second of it just as painfully desperate as he was that night. Forever.

It was up to Louise and her sister Bella to watch their little sister every sunday after church while their parents went out to do the grocery shopping. They were in the car riding home, and Louise was seriously regretting that second glass of orange juice for breakfast. Every bump in the road made the urine inside her slosh around uncomfortably. She pulled her sundress closer to her knees and shifted in her seat. “Mom, can you drive faster?” she asked. “What? Why?” The car slammed into a pothole, causing Louise to cringe and press her thighs together. “Do you think we could turn the AC off?” she said quickly. “No, it’s so hot in here!” Bella said. She was only a couple years younger than Louise. “I’m freezing!” Louise put her hands in between her thighs. “You’re almost home, alright?” their dad said, “unless you want to go to Walmart with us?” “No thanks,” she said, looking out the window and doing her best to distract herself from her urgent bodily need. Fifteen minutes later, they pulled into their neighborhood. Louise had done a good job of hiding it, but she was more than ready to bolt to the toilet as soon as they were there. She was shifting, squirming, crossing and uncrossing her legs, discreetly pressing her hand into her crotch any chance she got. She was the first one out when they got to the house. Their parents pulled off as the three made their way up the driveway. “What’s the hurry, Lou?” Sandy asked. “Uh-“ she said, slowing her gait. “No hurry.” From then on, it was a painfully slow walk up to the porch. She turned the handle. Locked. It was expected, but her aching bladder made it easy to forget things. She shifted her weight from foot to foot as she searched through her purse, unable to keep from doing a potty dance this close to relief. “You gotta pee, sis?” Bella asked, Sandy having gone off somewhere in the yard. “Where’s the key?” she said, annoyed, sitting down on the bench and starting to empty the bag. Bella checked under the mat, and a few potted plants, but Louise was supposed to have one key and her parents had the other. She dumped the entire contents of the purse out and rummaged through it. “Are we locked out?” Bella asked. “No! Just- give me a minute, I’ll find it.” “I’m looking at all that stuff right now, I don’t see a key.” “You have to look with your hands!” she winced and gyrated her bottom, squirming into the seat of the bench. “I just- there’s no way I put it anywhere else, it’s gotta be-“ Bella sat down on a stool and took out her phone. Louise gradually stopped looking, dropped her head and sighed. “I’m gonna check the backdoor,” she said, getting up and hurrying around the house. She looked around sneakily on the way there, making sure there was nobody around, then held her crotch with both hands. “BOO!” Sandy jumped out of nowhere. Louise gasped and nearly fell back, spurting a bit of pee out in surprise. “You scared me!” she chuckled a bit to feign amusement, but held her chest and danced madly on the spot for a minute, one hand remaining between her tightly pressed thighs. Sandy looked down at her sister’s legs. “Louise has to potty,” she observed. “Yeah, Louise has to potty. Listen, I want you to do me a huge favor, okay? Come with me to check if the backdoor is unlocked, and if it’s not, I want to check the windows and see if you can fit through. Then you can unlock the front door and let us in, okay?” “Why don’t we just wait for mommy and daddy to get home?” “Who knows how long that’ll be?” she asked, putting her hands on her hips and crossing her legs tightly. “Come on, let’s check the backdoor.” “Why don’t you just potty outside?” “Absolutely not,” she laughed, walking around the house. “Why?” As a wave of desperation hit her, Louise stopped on the steps of the back porch, straining her thighs and twitching around. “Be-Because-“ she stuttered, squeezing one eye shut. “Louise has a potty emergency!” Sandy exclaimed. “Come on, let’s go behind the shed!” “No! L-Look, you shouldn’t be doing that either! It’s gross! Come on, let’s get inside.” She hurried over and pulled on the backdoor. Also locked. “Told you.” “What? When did you tell me- Whatever, okay. Let’s check all of the windows.” Sandy thought for a second. Then, she slapped Louise hard on the back. “Ow!” she exclaimed. “What-“ “Tag! You’re it!” she ran out of sight giggling. “Ughh!” With that, she started to quickly pull on the windows, making her way around the house. By this point, it was impossible to stay still, and she was constantly a fidgeting mess, fighting to keep her bodily need at bay. By the time she was at the front door again, she was losing confidence. “Do we ever even open the windows?” Louise asked, stepping side to side and biting her nails. “My window is always open,” Bella said plainly. For a moment, she was elated. Then she remembered. “You’re bedroom is on the second story.” “Yeah, but we have a ladder out back. We could get Sandy to-“ “I am not sending Sandy up to the roof!” She paused. “Fair enough. But I’m not doing it. You wanna do it? With your little fear of heights?” Louise pulled on the hem of her dress, dancing desperately on the spot. “It’s not that high…” she said, in deep thought. “Damn, you must really have to go!” Bella laughed. “Yeah, man, I just-“ she sat down, scooting her butt around, a look of worry and discomfort on her face. “I don’t know when mom and dad are gonna be back, y’know?” “Yeah, I know. We’ve been in this predicament before, remember? But it was me that had to pee. I just went out behind the shed.” “That’s disgusting. There’s spiders back there- oooh!” she groaned suddenly, the pressure spiking as she started to squirm madly. She sat on her foot, gyrating her crotch into it. She could feel the moistness of her undies against her heel. “How much time you got?” Bella teased. “I’m gonna need you to hold the ladder,” she replied, jiggling back and forth. One hand was holding tightly to her crotch, the other was gripping her dress. “Of course, man. Get it in place and I’ll help you.” “You’re really not gonna help me to get it over there?” she said incredulously. “I’m wearing my church clothes, man!” “So am I! Oooh-“ Louise doubled over, pushing her fingers into herself. Her bladder was screaming now, begging to be emptied. She started to sweat. “O-okay…” she took off running to the backyard. “Woo!” Bella cheered. Liquid waste sloshed around inside her with every step, crashing against the overstretched walls of her bladder. Her desperation had gotten intense enough that it was no longer waves, it was a fierce, unyielding pressure, constantly trying to force out all of the pee she was trying so hard to retain. She went behind the shed, holding her crotch and jumping around crazily. She bent down and pulled the ladder out, ready to bolt across the yard dragging it behind her. A black snake slithered out from under it and disappeared into the bushes. She exclaimed in surprise, falling backward onto her butt, squirting piss into her panties from the shock. She grabbed frantically at herself, hurriedly getting to her feet as she writhed and squirmed, the urgency skyrocketing to an insane degree as she forced her urethra to close off the tap again. Urine dribbled down her thighs and she wiped it off with her hands. “You have to potty now, Louise!” Sandy suddenly told her from behind, once again scaring her half to death. “No, Sandy, I gotta-“ She started to push her behind the shed. “Just squat down! It’s so easy! It’s not good for you to hold it in so bad, you’re gonna have an accident!” “Sandy, stop! There’s a snake back there!” She stopped. “Oh.” Louise was holding herself, dancing frantically, sweating bullets, on the verge of tears from the immense discomfort in her bladder. “I got- We gotta get into B-Bella’s window! I’ll climb up into it and go pee, t-then I can let you guys innnnn-ohhhh-“ she lurched forward and groaned, clutching her privates and cradling her bulging urinary organ. She could tell by the hardness of her belly that it was sticking out noticeably. With tears in her eyes, she picked up one end of the ladder and dragged it across the grass behind her, the other hand squeezing her crotch. “Can I help?” Sandy asked when her sister got it next to the house. “I don’t- I don’t think so, Sandy,” Louise replied. She picked up the ladder upright, the exertion forcing her to start piddling in her panties again. “Nnngh-“ she whined, her legs trembling, unable to hold herself until the ladder was against the house. Yellow fluid started to gently stream down her legs. She dropped in place and her hands shot to her crotch. She whimpered, twitched madly and hopped around, wiping the urine off of her legs. She got her body to stop letting it out, but her underwear was so soggy, and her bladder was so insanely full she couldn’t stand it. “A-Actually, you ca- you can help, Sandy, you can g-get Bella!” “On it!” she ran around the house. Louise dropped to her knees and scooted hard into her heel. She really felt like she was about to burst. It was unbearable. When Sandy and Bella came running into the backyard, Louise frantically stood back up and got ready to climb. “Jeez, sis…” Bella said upon witnessing her sister’s state. “Okay, r-ready? Hold it,” Louise said, starting to climb before Bella was even ready. Her urinary organ was so huge and tight that every time she brought her leg up to step on the next rung, it felt like she was crushing it under the weight of a thousand missed toilet breaks. She clenched her teeth and moved faster, about to cry. Suddenly, the ladder slipped a few inches, sliding across the ground like it was about to fall. Louise gasped and held on for dear life. “I got it, I got it!” Bella said, but it was too late. The fear radiated through Louise’s entire body, and before she knew it, hot urine was streaming down her legs. The pee jetted hard into her panties, a torrential downpour leaking heavily down her legs and splattering to the ground. Piss leaked down the ladder, too, in an embarrassing display of her relief. “Oh god-“ she whimpered, tears starting to stream down her face as she pissed herself in front of her siblings. They watched, mouths agape, unable to stop holding the ladder for her. Steam rose from the hot urine as it drenched Louise’s legs, saturating her socks and filling her shoes. Her bloated bladder deflated until it let every drop out, dripping off of her and forming a huge, foaming puddle in the dirt underneath. Louise was silent, except for sniffles. She gently climbed down off the ladder. “Louise-“ Bella started, but her sister ran off toward the front porch, her shoes squelching with every step. The two looked at each other, filled with sympathy for their big sister. “Does she know about when you…” Sandy started. “I told her I made it behind the shed,” Bella replied. “I guess it’d make her feel better to tell the whole story now, huh?” With that, they followed her to the front porch.

Hello guys, I’ve been using this forum for years at this point, and I noticed I post less often than I would. Therefore, here we go. I’m into pee holding since I can remember. Already at the elementary school, I was trying to avoid using the toilet. Of course, I kept practicing this habit also later on, which eventually helped me growing up with a medium-to-large bladder (approx 1.5L). While it’s hard to reach my limit when I’m outdoor, I definetly enjoy doing so while I’m at home. However, to try improving, I would appreciate if someone would like to take part during these holding sessions. I simply ask for some company. Of course, if you would like, you could also have fun with my full bladder. Since I’m quite fit, my bladder bulges out a lot when I’m full, making it more fun to play around with (of course, according to me 😄). My end goal is to improve my previous record of 1.5L and have fun in the process. Feel free to DM here or on Kik at simcaste2. Other platforms could also work. Cheers!