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  1. https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/z1tdyf5ssuju933m4kzjz/JapanseBladderTorture.mp4?rlkey=w3d4jk08e4firlkiqpue7y272&dl=0 link to see the video. free for all users ^^^^^^ (for some reason, no matter how much i downgraded the video below 75MB, it would never work. i hope this alternative is still ok by omo guidelines)
  2. This is a story about a young girl, she was just a little over 18. The story includes brutally and sadism. There was a bad and naughty girl who was criminal since her early youth. She and some of other girls and boys in their group bereaved people on the street. Therefore she was in prison since some days. It was not her first time in prison. The police caught just her, her friends could escape. They wanted to know the identity of the others , but she didn’t say it, she didn’t speak at all. It was at a country with a totalitarian government with all rights for the police and no rights for the people. At the second morning they did bring her directly from her prison cell to the interrogation room. They didn’t give her the opportunity to get dressed, they did bring her to the room in her nightdress. The nightdress was short and reached not even to the girl’s bony knees. Underneath she was totally naked!! No bra and no panties!! She was a skinny creature with not even 48 kilograms. Before they did leave the cell, asked the girl for the toilet, but they didn’t let her go. ”But i need to piss!!!” Said the girl loud and angry. ”Maybe, but we don’t let you. Squeeze your dirty slut cunt tight and hold it.” answered the guy’s. ”Dirty, sadistic bastards.”blustered the underbred gal. They did lead her to the interrogation room. There were 3 guys waiting for the questioning. It was pretty cool at the room and the girl had just that thin nightdress on her skinny, young body, she did not even wear shoes. She was cold and she was needing to wee, she had not weed since yesterday 9 pm and they didn’t let her to the toilet before they were leaving her cell. She was sitting on a wooden chair with just the thin fabric of her nightdress between her naked thighs, her naked little ass and the cool wood of the chair. The guys started to ask some questions, but the girl didn’t again answer even one of them. “We have a lot of time, we leave you alone and come back in two hours, maybe that you are ready to talk then.” said one of the guys, well knowing that the girl was needing to piss and that her urge would get stronger during the 2 hours. They were leaving the room and looked through a hole for to watch the girl from outside. They could see how she pushed the fabric off her nightdress between her thighs. Her super slim naked thighs were visible up to the top. ”Look how urgently that slut is needing to piss!” Said one of the guys. ”I am curious how long it will last before she piss herself.” Said another one. It was already 10.30 when the guys came back. The girl was sitting with one hand between her thighs and her legs tight crossed over it. As soon as she saw the men she butted her hand away, pulled her nightdress down to her knees and did try to act as normal as possible. She didn’t want to seem weak. Again started the guys with the questioning and again the girl didn’t answer. ”We told you that we have time the entire day and if it is necessary some days longer. We will be back after lunch!” Said one man. The girls need to pee made her soft and friendly and so she asked “ may i go to the toilet please?” ”No you may not, not before you talk with us, not before you answer our questions.” Said the guy and they did leave, but before he said “ oh you poor didn’t have a breakfast since now, you will get breakfast and lunch at once. Just bread and water will be enough for you skinny slut! Don’t forget the water that you don’t get dehydrated.” Water I was the last what she was needing. Her bladder was hurting and her urge was already painful when the guys came back after lunch. Again she did try it in a friendly way “ they didn’t let me to the toilet in the morning, may i go now please. It would be really, really urgently and very necessary, I’ll do it very quickly, but please let me go.” she was begging. ”Not before you tell us the names of your friends.” answered a man. The girl’s need made her angry “ i am cold and i have to piss now, let me finally piss, you dirty sadists.” she blustered. “No you will not piss, you have been bad and strong enough for bereave someone, you will now be strong enough to hold your pee! Squeeze your cunt together and hold it!” answered one of the men. „One thing you should know before we stop our questioning for today, you will be not allowed to go to the toilet for the rest of the day and not before you are going to sleep. Your bladder has to stay full until we go on tomorrow morning. To prevent that you piss yourself like a dirty gal we block you up with a kind of chastity belt. You will not be able to piss, not even when you try it very hard. Tomorrow morning you will know what it means needing to piss very bad. Maybe you will be ready and willing to talk then with us!!?“ he said. “You kill me, you burst my bladder if you don’t let me piss for so long.“ said the girl. “We don’t kill you, it’s up to you what you decide to do, but i can tell you that you can’t even believe and imagine what you are able to endure if you have to. We made bladders of girls big as a pumpkin, the girls looked like they were pregnant for 6 or 7 months. I am sure that when we meet tomorrow morning your bladder will bulging out of your skinny frame as well like a pumpkin.„ answered the guy.
  3. omofan01

    Jiro's Torture

    From the album: Omofan's Edits

    After getting captured by villains Kyoka Jiro from My Hero Academia is put through a torturous interrogation but as time passes they decide to try other methods to make her crack. Tied to a chair they force her to drink lots of beverages and leave her in a room with a running faucet. As hours go by Jiro begins to struggle with her really full bladder, and the villains only let her go if they get what they want. At first Jiro is determined not to give the villains what they want and stands the torture like a true aspiring hero and is sure about some heroes will soon come to rescue her, but when hours turn to days and still no hero shows up to save her she is getting more and more desperate. She's sweating all over and even her eyes begin to water as she's trying to endure her overfilled bladder, and of course the running faucet is not helping her situation either. Will she be able to escape her captors? Or the villains will manage to break her?
  4. After taking a bit of a break, I decided to add another story to my collection. All the stories involve desperate men and women observing them. I have two other stories on my wattpad as well if you like the genre. All free to read, no account or anything needed. Link to the collection: https://www.wattpad.com/story/355099901-omorashi-femdom-a-collection-of-men-desperate-and New story: *5) Stuck Elevator Desperation - 3k words, an professional assistant makes sure her boss is extra hydrated and plans a little fun involving an elevator. Her handsome employer gets frantic while they wait* https://www.wattpad.com/1431545074-omorashi-femdom-a-collection-of-men-desperate-and Others: 1) The Desperate Experiment - 4k words, a guy signs of up a psych study and has to hold on for dear life it he wants to make it to the bathroom dry. Also mild female desperation. https://www.wattpad.com/1393610365-omorashi-femdom-a-collection-of-men-desperate-and 2) Desperate Car Sex - 1k words, a guy bottoms while his bladder is bursting https://www.wattpad.com/1393610464-omorashi-femdom-a-collection-of-men-desperate-and 3) The Desperate and Deadly Game - 4k words, a guy is KIDNAPPED and forced to hold his pee, if he leaks too much he will be KILLED https://www.wattpad.com/1393610784-omorashi-femdom-a-collection-of-men-desperate-and 4) Locked Pants and Bursting Boyfriend - 3K words, a guy agrees to having his pants locked and walk around main street with as much as he can drink until his girlfriend agrees unlocks him, and she wants to savor the situation! https://www.wattpad.com/1408794767-omorashi-femdom-a-collection-of-men-desperate-and Let me know your thoughts if you end up taking a look. #3 is a bit intense fair warning. The story collection was a bit of an experiment, so I might go back to single shorts since it seems like a hassle.
  5. I fantasize a lot about wetting while driving in car, holding for as long as possible and just loosing control when I cant take it anymore. But I am so afraid to try it, I'm still begginer and I have to be 100% present in what am i doing in traffic so im not sure if im gonna be able to fully focus while desperate to pee. And what if police stopped me for some reason or regular control, and they see that I peed/I'm about to pee my pants? Or maybe I can do it in a parking lot, but how can I manage doing that without getting pee all over my car? And what to do after, how to walk from the parking lot to the home (about 5 mins walk) without anyone seeing my wet clothes?
  6. As the hours dragged on, the Ayla's ordeal of holding her bladder had become an agonizing test of endurance. The lower abdomen throbbed with relentless pressure, every muscle in the area taut and aching. It was as though a vice grip held her firmly, and with each passing moment, the intensity of discomfort grew. The muscles around her bladder protested, sending sharp, cramping waves of pain through her lower pelvis. Her back, too, bore the strain, feeling tense and uncomfortable as if it were struggling to support the weight of her distended bladder. Every step she took was an exercise in willpower, every movement a careful calculation to avoid triggering the release she so desperately wanted to avoid. The pain, a persistent reminder of her predicament, seemed to radiate from her core, extending to her thighs and hips. She could practically feel her entire body urging her to seek relief, yet her determination to hold on was unwavering. She coudn’t give up. The sensation was both a test of physical endurance and a profound lesson in self-control. She never felt so much pressure , so much burning between her legs, but the weirdest part was that although every aching muscle she kinda like the feeling. It was so oddly pleasant and it was giving her confidence….. she is a strong woman, she is not controlled by her bodily needs… to be continued…(maybe xD)
  7. DISCLAIMER: Don’t do anything that puts extreme pressure on a full bladder unless you’re 100% sure you know what you’re doing and are willing to accept the risks. This story is pure fiction and I love extreme desperation and bladder torture. Chapter I I quickly opened my eyes as my body flew up and slid forward in my seat. “What the hell? What was that?” I asked, extremely confused as to why my position in space had so suddenly changed. “Oh, you’re awake! You’ve been out for a while. Sorry about that, there was a pothole I couldn’t avoid. One of the ones that makes your soul jump out of your body.” Lila, my girlfriend, said with a laugh. “Makes sense, stupid government won’t provide funds to fix the roads in this country,” I said with a sigh “Are we there yet? I feel like we’ve been driving for like two days.” Lila laughed and glanced over at me. ‘I mean… we have. San Francisco to New York City isn’t exactly a short drive. You’re the one who insisted on going to see the ball drop in person, love.” “Ugh, don’t remind me that I’m the one who caused this,” I said in a jokingly angry way. “Do you wanna switch at our next gas stop? We last switched at 12 and it’s 2 now, you’ve been driving for a while.” “No, I like driving and it freaks you out, no sense in switching for a while. We only have about 5 hours to go now anyways, I can do it. Although, we do need to stop for gas again.” Lila said. I looked over at the fuel tank and saw the meter riding the “empty” line. “Oh my god why didn’t you stop earlier? We had like half a tank left when we switched. Look, there’s a gas station right off this exit, I can literally see the sign from here. Let’s fill up there.” Lila chuckled and rolled her eyes at me as she took the exit. “Don’t worry, worry wart. I’ve got it, we’re not gonna run out or anything. I promise,” Lila said as she sped down the exit ramp and turned onto the road. “Arriving in 5..4..3..2..1! See? We made it, we’re okay. I’ve gotta pee like nobody’s business, can you pump gas while I go and then you can go when I come back out?” Lila asked with a hint of urgency in her voice while she unbuckled her seatbelt. “Yeah I can pump gas, I don’t have to pee so we can just set off again when you come out. Can you grab some snacks though and get me a drink?” I said, getting out of the car. Lila looked at me with one eyebrow raised. “You’re sure? You drank like half of the drinks we bought at our last hotel stop, surely you’ve gotta go.” “No, I’m completely fine. And it was only two of them, you drama queen. Go pee before you have an accident out here, just because we’re on opposite sides of the car doesn’t mean I can’t tell you’re squirming.” I said with a grin as I watched Lila’s face grow red and contort with the effort of holding all her pee in. “Yeah, two 16oz bottles, that’s a lot. But fine, it’s your problem if you decide you have to pee when we get back on the road. I’m gonna go now.” Lila said in a strained voice as she started to take off into the gas station. I rolled my eyes and chuckled at Lila as I walked around the front of the car to get to the gas pump. I passed her as she scurried around the front of the car to go inside and saw that her bladder was bulging a bit. I started to get turned on as I watched it bounce just the tiniest bit as she ran. I so badly wanted to tease her just a little. I quickly tried to think of some way to get her to come back, then I remembered she still had our joint debit card in her wallet, which was in her pocket. “Baby, wait, come back!” I yelled for her before she got too far. “You have our card in your wallet, I need it to buy gas.” Lila hurried over to me and crossed her legs as she dug through her wallet for the card. “Here it is, I’ve really gotta go now.” She said as she swayed her hips a little. “Wait a second,” I said as I gently grabbed her arm. “I can never get this damn thing to work. Can you buy the gas real quick before you go in? It’ll only take a second.” I asked, praying that she would agree. “Mmm fine, just let me do it real quick, then I have to go for real. I didn’t realize how full I was until I got out of the car.” Lila said as she inched over to the gas pump. I quickly moved in behind her and wrapped my arms around her. “You really thought I wasn’t gonna take this opportunity to tease you? I know how much you love it and you know how much I love it.” I whispered to Lila as I gently rested my hand on top of her bladder. Lila squirmed at my touch and rolled her head back to be closer to me. I began to gently massage her bladder, rubbing my hand in small circles with light pressure. She whimpered and squirmed some more. “Mmff.. fuck!” She whisper-yelled. I leaned in closer to Lila’s ear and gently breathed down her neck. “Yeah? I know you like this stuff but I didn’t think it was to this extent.” I whispered with a small chuckle. “Sorry, I just.. I-I’m really full and I wasn’t expecting you to do that. I’ve been holding it since we switched, it’s been like two hours.” Lila said, crossing her legs and reaching to hold herself as she blushed even harder than before. I gently grabbed her wrist with my free hand and pulled it away from her body, pinning her hand between my stomach and her back. “Don’t apologize, it was cute! Although, only two hours? You can’t have to go that badly. Those are rookie numbers, I’ve gone four times as long.” Lila let out a whimper and tensed up a little as I increased the pressure I was applying to her bladder. I continued to massage it in small circles, gradually increasing the pressure. Lila’s bladder was firm but still squishy, I could feel that she was holding back a decent amount but she still had quite a bit of room. I stopped massaging her bladder and just let my hand rest atop of it for a moment. I felt Lila loosen up a little once the pressure I was applying disappeared and gave a light tap to her bladder, which made her shudder. “Can I go now? Please baby? I can’t take much more.” Lila whispered to me with a strained voice. “Hmm… you can go. But first, let me just…” I trailed off with a smirk and a purposefully suspenseful voice. Lila’s eyes grew wide as she realized what I was about to do and she preemptively crossed her legs. I pushed my knee between her thighs to uncross her legs and started to gently massage her bladder again, which caused her to squirm. I continued gently massaging Lila’s bladder for a few seconds before suddenly pushing in on it. I pushed hard, but not hard enough to hurt her. I kept the pressure applied for a few seconds and felt Lila squeeze my knee between her thighs. Finally, I let up on the pressure and let her out of my arms. Lila doubled over and crossed her legs tight, breathing hard. She slowly uncrossed her legs and began doing her oh-my-god-I-have-to-pee-right-now-or-I’m-gonna-have-an-accident-dance, which was a cute mixture of bouncing, crossing and uncrossing her legs, and rubbing her bladder. “I can’t h-hold it! I-I’ve gotta go.” She said just loud enough for other patrons to hear before hobbling into the gas station. I smirked as I began pumping gas into the car. I knew that this would likely be our last stop before we arrived at our hotel in New York since our car was tiny and fuel efficient. I heard the distinctive “click” of the gas pump shutting off once the car had filled up and put the nozzle back into its place before getting back in the car. As I waited for Lila to return, I tried to think up some ideas as to how I could get Lila desperate before we got to our hotel. I had really enjoyed our mini play session at the gas pump and really wanted it to go on for longer. Ever since we got together a couple years ago and realized that we were both into this bladder torture thing, it’s been one hell of a ride. “Hey, Ms.Torturer. I’m back with an empty bladder and every beverage in the observable universe.” Lila said to me through my open window as she threw two large bags into the backseat. “Damn, baby. I just wanted one or two!” I said with a laugh as Lila got into the driver’s seat and closed the door. “I know,” She started, clicking in her seatbelt. “But since you decided to pull that stunt with me, I have a little challenge for you.” I heard the locks in all the car doors click as Lila started up the engine. As I started to realize what she meant, I looked into the back seat to see how much she was going to make me drink and took note of just how big those grocery bags were. My eyes went wide as I counted about 10 drinks in the backseat in addition to our snacks. The drinks were a healthy mix of water bottles and bottled iced tea - a strong diuretic that Lila knew I couldn’t resist. I turned back around to tell Lila that I actually did have to pee already, I just wanted to make sure both our bladders were full by the time we got to our hotel so we could play around a little bit. Before I could even open my mouth, Lila put the car in drive and sped out of the gas station parking lot. To be continued…
  8. From the album: Divinations of Oasis

    Ahoy! Introducing the newest character of mine, Asira Mara! A Tiefling Paladin who’s determined to help everyone she can. But she harbors a dark secret. She used to be bladder slave, made to hold a full bladder for days without relief, for others entertainment. She managed to escape one day after years of torment, but she’s still on the run. A tattoo stuck over her bladder, banning her entry from any public restroom unless she keeps it hidden. But even her clothes show the mark of it stretches too much (say from a full bladder~), so she must be careful. Now, her goal is to fight to make sure nobody ever has to go through what she did! On the plus side, now she has a bladder of steel and knows how to use her desperation/bladder bulge to charm and distract other people if necessary.
  9. Hey, it's been a while since I've posted a story. I've been toying around with the concept behind this story for a while, but couldn't figure out how to make it work until a week and a half ago, when the words just really started to flow from my brain onto the keyboard. A week ago I even announced in a status update that I was going to get this story done and posted by the end of today (along with a little preview you might have already read), and for once I finally met my deadline. ===== The City Without a Ladies Room It's hard to focus on work, or much of anything else when you really have to pee. I didn't need to pee, I had used the men's room only an hour ago. But I was still quite distracted because of my co-worker Erin, because I knew she really had to pee quite badly. Erin had come in shortly before 8 AM, sipping on a large Starbuck's coffee. She had finished draining it within an hour and helped herself to several refills with office coffee throughout the day. I know what you're thinking, Erin could just take a quick break to visit the ladies room when she inevitably needed to pee after all that coffee. I would have thought the same thing, until I moved here recently to take this job. I had spent the first day traveling the city shopping for stuff for my apartment. I was always able to find a men's room in department stores, restaurants, and the malls. There were even plenty of urinals out in public places, often without much of any privacy screens, which plenty of men freely used. But throughout the entire day I never saw a single ladies room. I began to realize as the day went by that many of the women I saw looked rather uncomfortable, especially the women working the stores I visited. Many of the women I saw kept shifting their legs around anxiously, a few were even openly holding themselves. It seemed that all the women I saw needed to pee, some of them quite badly by mid-afternoon. I soon realized they had been holding it all day since they had left home. But there was nowhere for the women to go, so they all just held it without complaint as they continued to work or shop, as if this was an ordinary thing. Women in this city were expected to hold it until they got home where they could finally use their own toilet. Back to the present, Erin's love for her Starbuck's coffee was only making the lack of a ladies room even more of a problem for her bladder situation as the day went on. To my surprise Erin was fine throughout the morning despite draining several large cups of coffee. I guess when you can't pee in public and you love your coffee you build up a larger bladder overtime. But by the early afternoon Erin finally began to get fidgety and shift her legs around as she worked at her desk, but that didn't stop her from grabbing yet another coffee soon after coming back from lunch. By 3 PM Erin was openly crossing her legs as we worked together on a project. She clearly needed to pee, probably quite badly by now, yet she was just starting on her 5th cup of coffee by my count. I had been silent on the subject all day, but given how bad her bladder situation appeared to be getting, and how we still had another 2 hours of work left, I had to say something. "Erin, is that coffee really a good idea considering how much you've already had today?" I asked her. "Truthfully, it's probably not Jeff. I've already gotta piss pretty bad when I get home, I haven't gone in 8 hours already" she admitted sheepishly as she took another sip of coffee, all while continuing to squirm around anxiously in her seat. "Then maybe you shouldn't drink the rest of that cup of coffee, otherwise it'll make you need to pee even worse" I suggested sensibly. "I mean what is it, your 5th one today Erin? You must be dying to pee already, and we've still got 2 more hours left until quitting time!". "I know, but I'm addicted Jeff, I've gotta have my coffee. Surely you understand, you've had nearly as much coffee as me Jeff " she pointed out, with an eye on my own coffee cup. "Yes, but I've already had to use the office men's room 3 times today because of drinking all that coffee Erin. You haven't been able to go even once, and you've had more coffee then me already due to that large Starbuck's coffee you picked up on the way to work!" I pointed out. I left it unsaid how badly I had needed to pee before visiting the men’s room each time, I'm sure it's the last thing Erin would have wanted to hear while dealing with such a full bladder. "Oh, don't worry about me Jeff, I can handle a little more coffee" Erin insisted without concern. Her coffee cup was anything but 'little' like she insisted. "I know I said I really had to pee bad when I got home, but I can hold it till then Jeff. This is hardly the first time I've risked having one too many cups of coffee out in public, I'm used to dealing with the consequences of my caffeine addiction Jeff. Now let's get back to work, shall we?". I tried to focus on work with Erin like she asked, but it was extremely difficult to. Erin was already quite the eye candy to look at with her beautiful long dark hair, her slender body, and her warm smile. Not to mention she was about my age, mid-20's. How could I possibly focus on work when a girl like that was sitting next to me bursting for a pee, and squirming around in her seat in the sexiest way? How could I focus on work when I knew that Erin still had to hold on for several more hours, because there were no lady's rooms in the city? How could I focus on work when Erin insisted on continuing to drink more coffee anyway despite her obviously desperate need to pee? Bad as the situation was for Erin, the thought that she might not be able to make it excited me. Let's just say I was very glad that my crotch was hidden from Erin's view at that moment. By 4:30 PM, with 9 and a half hours separating her from her last trip to her toilet at home, and her 5th cup of coffee fully drained, Erin couldn't sit still anymore. She rocked back and forth at the edge of her seat, trying to jam her heel against her pee hole as she tried to focus on her work. A quick look around the office told me that Erin was hardly alone in her struggle. Even the women who had tried to avoid drinking too much throughout the day had built up a large supply of piss in their bladder by now. The women were all clearly eager to rid themselves of their brewing load of boiling piss when they got home, some more then others, as seen by all their uncomfortable squirming. But none of them had drank as much coffee as Erin had, so she probably needed a piss the worst of all. "Ok, maybe that last cup of coffee was a mistake Jeff" Erin finally admitted as she held herself. "I know you're thinking it Jeff, don't deny it" she added. "I was debating telling you 'I told you so', but now I don't have to" I admitted. "I know you really love your coffee Erin, but you had to know you'd be feeling it later like this when you drank so much. Why do you do it to yourself when you know you won't be able to pee for a number of hours?". "Because I refuse to let the availability of a toilet dictate my life Jeff" Erin answered stubbornly as she continued to squirm around anxiously in her seat. “And besides, if I didn’t need to piss bad by now towards the end of my shift, I’d be severely dehydrated Jeff. So, it’s better for me to drink a bunch of coffee like you guys, even if I can’t pee for a long while. My bladder will just have to deal with it and wait till I’m home”. "Have you ever had to find a secluded alley to take a leak because you had too much coffee and waited too long?" I asked curiously. "No! That's gross and illegal Jeff!" she answered with disgust. "And no, I wouldn't consider doing such a disgusting thing even if it were legal, I’d still hold it!" she added, with her legs now tightly crossed. "You guys may be able to drink your coffee and pee whenever you want, but not me, us ladies just have to hold it Jeff". I'm sure the last half hour of work stretched out the slowest for Erin. By now I felt myself needing to pee yet again from my last coffee, and it was quickly becoming more urgent. I knew I should just get up and use the men's room, especially before I left the office. But I didn't want to miss a second of Erin's desperate struggle, so I held it with her without saying anything about my need. When the clock finally hit 5 PM Erin was too busy typing up an email to notice the time, and I selfishly kept silent about it. I wondered how much longer Erin would keep working and delay her trip home for a much-needed piss if I said nothing. Erin was my next-door neighbor at the apartment I had recently moved into, so we both took the same bus to and from work. I knew we didn't need to rush out of the office right away at 5 PM to catch the first bus home, but we couldn't waste too much time before leaving either. It took 10 minutes before Erin finally realized what time it was, I was almost glad when she finally did, as I really needed to pee by that point. "Jeff look at the time! We need get moving, otherwise we'll miss the first bus home" Erin announced anxiously as she moved to shut her computer down. I quickly followed suit. "I'm glad the workday is finally over Jeff. I really want to get home so that I can pee for the first time in 10 hours" she added happily as she fidgeted her legs around. "Now that you mention it, I've definitely got to pee before we leave Erin. I wish the men's room wasn't in the opposite direction of the elevator" I told her. I wasn't trying to purposely delay Erin farther, I was seriously doubting that I could hold it till I got back home if I tried. I was about ready to grab my cock through my pants in desperation. Still, I couldn't help but feel insensitive telling Erin I needed to stop and take piss before we left, knowing that Erin needed to pee much worse and had been holding it for much longer. Erin gave me an annoyed look. "We don't have time for you to run across the building for a piss Jeff, we'll miss the first bus for sure if you do. Just use the public urinals in the lobby area" Erin suggested in a matter-of-fact tone as she beckoned me to follow her to the elevator. She was referring to several urinals by the front door of the office building with practically no privacy except for your turned back. While I didn't have anything against using a urinal with basically no privacy, the thought of using it in front of Erin and the other women who hadn't been allowed to pee all day by the city sounded downright cruel to the girls. "I think it would be better for both of us if I just ran to the men's room and caught up with you at the bus stop" I suggested as we waited for the elevator. Rather than accept my suggestion and leave it at that, Erin refused to drop the subject. "What's wrong with just using the urinals in the lobby area Jeff? You aren't pee shy, are you?" she asked me frankly as she crossed her legs and squirmed around anxiously. Did Erin somehow not mind seeing other guys piss away in the urinals next to her, even when she badly needed relief herself? "No Erin. I just don't want to be the jerk who pees right in front of a bunch of desperate women like you who haven’t been able to pee all day" I explained as we entered the elevator. I thought my answer should have been obvious to Erin already. To my surprise, rather than be grateful, I saw a flash of annoyance on Erin's face. "I figured you must have felt that way when you didn't want to use the urinals Jeff. A lot of the guys who are new to the city feel pee shy like that around the public urinals at first" Erin said sympathetically, as she openly held herself and continued to squirm around anxiously. "Jeff, do you really think me, and the other women haven't seen guys using the public urinals countless times when we already really need to pee?" she asked me gently. "Well... I admit I'm so new to this city that I never thought of that. I guess with how prevalent the public urinals are it's silly to think you haven't" I admitted. Erin nodded in acknowledgement as she crossed her legs. "But that doesn’t mean that it’s not being really unfair to you ladies" I added, to which Erin rolled her eyes. "It's an everyday occurrence Jeff. I won't mind if you pee in the lobby area urinals in front of me, neither will the other office women. We see it all the time Jeff, it's nothing new" she reassured me. "Besides, the urinals are met for you guys to use Jeff. It wouldn't be fair to you for me and the ladies to tell you to just not to use them". Silence stretched between us as I tried to wrap my head around Erin's reassurance and gentle encouragement, all while my bladder continued to bother me. Part of me thought that Erin's attitude on the subject made some sense given how long she'd lived in the city. But the other part of me couldn't get over the fact that a woman who hadn't peed in over 10 hours and had 5 large cups of coffee during that time (enough to make me piss myself twice) was trying to encourage me to pee in a urinal in front of her. I was anxious and still had to piss like a racehorse when we got to the ground floor, but Erin no doubt needed to piss much worse then me. I glanced over at Erin again, she was holding so much boiling piss back that she had a noticeable bladder bulge, which her pants were painfully digging into. Erin continued to fidget around anxiously and subtly grab her crotch as she stepped off the elevator. "Erin, are you sure you want me to pee in the urinals instead of dashing to the men's room?" I asked her. "Yes! Just go pee in the urinal already Jeff! I won't look" she promised impatiently as she shook her legs around. "Just try and hurry it up so that we make the first bus ok. You aren't the only one who really needs to piss Jeff!". In that moment Erin's insistence on me peeing in the urinal suddenly made a lot more sense. She was impatient to get home, and release her heavy load of boiling piss, that had been troubling her bladder for hours now. She was so eager to rid herself of the boiling piss that she was willing to listen to me pee in a urinal right next to her if it got her home to her toilet quicker. I hurried to one of the urinals and began unzipping my pants to take my cock out. Despite her bladder's much greater need then mine, I saw Erin standing just a few feet off to the side rather than waiting for me outside. She waited with politely averted eyes as I began to pee in the urinal practically right next to her. Her legs were already tightly crossed before my noisy piss reached her ears. She began to rock back and forth a bit as she anxiously bit her lower lips upon hearing me start to piss. Erin wasn't the only person around of course. In my peripheral vision I recognized Danielle from HR coming around the corner. She already looked rather uncomfortable after holding it for the entire workday. Her steps were as hurried as possible in high heels, and she had a noticeable bladder bulge stretching her skirt. When she realized I was pissing in one of the urinals I saw her grimace and openly hold herself. But like Erin had promised she said nothing, instead she hobbled her way past me and left through the front door. Part of me couldn't help but be turned on by how Erin & Danielle suffered in silence as I continued to piss away. My cock began to harden, which slowed my piss down considerably. My piss and my partial erection were basically taunting Erin's poor swollen bladder. I felt guilty when I saw a bit of false hope in Erin's eyes that my slowing piss met that I was nearly done, only for the hope to vanish when I managed to resume pissing with full force again. I felt guilty all over again. How could I expect Erin to be fine with waiting patiently for me as I finished my relieving piss, all while she was expected to wait and remain in dire of need of relief for herself? And yet Erin was the one who didn't see a problem with this unfair situation! She had insisted repeatedly that I piss in the urinals in front of her! I wondered again why she didn't just wait right outside for me where she wouldn't have to listen to me piss right next to her. At times like this it disturbed me how much Erin and the other women of the city unquestionably obeyed the city's expectation that they hold it without complaint for however long they're away from home. Erin had been desperate to pee all afternoon, and I hadn't heard one complaint from her about how unfair it was that I got to pee while she had to hold it for much of her day. Any doubt I might have had when Erin denied ever peeing in a secluded alley when her bladder situation became too much for her to handle vanished. If she wanted to do so in secret to rid herself of what must have been a gallon of boiling piss brewing in her bladder by now without me around to witness it she could have easily been doing that right now. When I finally finished my relieving piss after a long minute I flushed. Erin visibly flinched at the sound as she squirmed around and clawed at her crotch anxiously. I hurried to zip my pants back up as I turned to face Erin. "Feel better now Jeff?" she asked with surprising calm despite her desperate fidgeting. "You sounded like you really needed it, I didn't think you'd go on for so long". "Yes, but you could have just waited for me outside Erin" I pointed out. "I could. But I figured it's better to help you get over your pee shyness now rather than later Jeff. You'll thank me later, it'll be a lot more convenient for you to be able to use any of the public urinals" she said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Now let's get moving Jeff, I seriously need to get home so that I can pee, I definitely had way too much coffee today". ===== That's it for now, let me know what you think. I intend to write more in this series. I'm uncertain if I'll stick to focusing on Erin, or focus on other characters to explore how a city without a ladies room effects other people in other occupations.
  10. Hey everyone, here's my first attempt at writing anything in years. From the perspective of a crafty ultrasound tech (non-con). "Alright, hop off now. You're all done" I told my patient. She carefully slid off the table before taking quick, ginger steps outside my office and toward the bathroom. I went into the waiting room to see my last patient of the day. He was freckle faced cutie in his mid-twenties with curly locks. His name was Parker, and I saw him for a pelvic ultrasound a couple weeks ago. Last time the poor thing practically tripped over his jeans as he ran out of my office, leaking and spurting. Parker was doubled over, tensing his thighs and breathing laboriously. It was 5:15 and he had been scheduled for 4:30. "Hey Parker, come on in." The young man stood up slowly and followed me with an awkward gait. "Hop up on the table. I'm sorry for the wait, I scheduled you for the end of the day to give you a little more privacy" I half-lied. He blushed and darted his eyes to the ground. I locked my office door behind us and he didn't seem to notice. The privacy was perfect, but it was only part of my plan. He wasn't getting off easy this time. I gave him a little step stool to get up on the table, and told him to lie down. "Alright Parker, raise your shirt a little, unbutton your jeans and slide them just past your pubic bone," I instructed. The anxious boy followed while squeezing his thighs together tightly. "Now just relax, take a couple deep breaths," I said. Parker took a breath and shivered, getting goosebumps all over his body. I like to keep the office a bit colder than necessary and wear a cardigan myself. I love the effect it has on my desperate patients, especially when combined with the cool gel. My poor boy was sweating, shaking and I hadn't touched him yet. I dabbed his forehead with a paper towel. He opened his big brown eyes, looked straight into mine, and I could see tears start to well. "Don't worry, Parker. We'll get through this quickly and you won't have to come back, ok?" I whispered sweetly in his ear. "Ok" he closed his eyes again and braced for the ultrasound. He tried to keep from shivering as I applied the gel. I grabbed my probe and gently laid it on his stomach, right above his belly button. His bladder was bulging and his muscles were all tensed up. "You're doing so good for me" I whispered, this time a little sultrier, "such a good boy". He seemed to notice the change in my voice and shifted his body. I started moving the probe gently across his abdomen. As I looked at the monitor, I noticed his bladder was way too full for the scan. Normally I would have my patient release a little and return, but I couldn't let this squirming little cutie go. Parker's face was pink with effort, and his whole body was shaking trying to hold in the flood. Once I moved the probe lower onto his bladder, he groaned in discomfort. "It's ok, sweetheart. Why don't you grab hold of your cock for me?" He looked up at me a little bewildered. "Well, wouldn't it help you hold if you could squeeze off the exit?" The desperate boy, in no position to argue, grabbed hold of his cock and started squeezing against the contractions of his bladder. "Turn on your right side" I said softly, tucking a curl behind his ear. His cock stiffened in his hands. He groaned and turn his body over slowly, so as to not aggravate the contents of his bladder further. "That's my good boy," I said and wiped the gel off his stomach. Since I wasn't going to get any images, I wanted to feel his bladder for myself. I stood behind him and gently placed one palm on his lower abdomen, pushing the rest of his body back into me. His cute little ass ended up grinding against my pussy as he tried to escape my hand. I gently palpated his bladder, bulging from his pubic area all the way past his belly button. It was so firm to the touch and I wondered how much time he had before the inevitable. "Please!" he yelled out, surprising even himself. "Ok, I'll help", I said as I grabbed his cock too. I squeezed nice and tight below his head. "Nothing is coming out until I say so, ok? We have to finish your exam." I said sternly. He whined like a puppy and flapped his thighs before squeezing them tight again. Poor thing, I thought, knowing he would have to come back and go through all of this a third time. I started slowly pumping his little cock, and Parker began to moan. At this point he must've been seeing stars. His arms slumped, he stopped trying to exert control and gave himself up completely. I continued to stroke his little cock firmly while breathing a little heavily into his ear. "Please" he said more quietly, with wanting. I didn't know whether he was asking to piss or for me to continue, but I took the opportunity to lead the way. "Stay nice and hard for me, sweetie. It'll be so much easier for you to hold it." I purred. At this point my patient was drooling on the table, desperately in need. I could feel his heart pounding fast and his cock getting ever harder. I pinned his left shoulder down, forcing the boy to fall harshly on his back, sloshing his bladder. "Fuck!" he yelled out. "Now, there's no need for that kind of language in my office young man," I reprimanded him. "Sorry--gotta piss--sorry" was all I got out of him. His eyes were squeezed shut and his breathing became shallow. "You'll have your time," I said "right after I'm done with you, you can race down to the bathroom and finally have a nice, long, relaxing piss" I teased. He whined again as I kept a steady hand down on his bladder and continued stroking with the other. He groaned in pain and tried to curl into himself. "Please please I have to pee so badly can we reschedule please?" he begged me. "Sorry dear, I'm all booked up and won't have another appointment for six weeks. Let's try to make it through this one and it'll be your last," I lied. "AH!!" He yelped and his hands flew down to his cock, squeezing mine too as he desperately fought for control. "Please I can't anymore I can't!" he cried. He tried to get up, but couldn't fight with his bladder so full. He gasped and tears started to flow down his pretty cheeks. "It's ok, I know it hurts but it's going to be ok. You're a a big boy and you're going to hold all that hot piss inside for me until we're finished." I tried to pry his hands off his cock but he kept squirming away. I gave him a quick slap, which took him by surprise, and grabbed his jaw in my hand. "Listen to me Parker, the only way you're getting through this is by following my instructions carefully. Is that understood?" The scared young man nodded in submission. "Good," I said, "Now take your hands off that cock." The sweaty, pained boy carefully lifted finger after finger, with a gentle sob. "PLEASE--" he cried, and I slapped him again. This time harder. The sting felt warm against my palm and I lingered on his cheek, wiping away his tears. The other hand went down to squeeze him. "Watch your tone with me," I told him. To his horror, I loosened my grip on his cock, and he immediately began to spurt. I squeezed him shut and he groaned loudly. His piss dribbled down, wetting his jeans and briefs. I started to let go every few seconds, and spurt after spurt leaked out of his abused little cock. Bit by bit, I allowed him relief, a few seconds at a time. By the time Parker was able to empty half his bladder, he was completely exhausted. He managed to gather himself once the worst of the urgency wore off, and wiped away his tears. "You were such a good boy for me," I whispered tenderly, and let him empty the rest of his bladder uninterrupted. His eyes rolled back into his head with pleasure. "Let's get you cleaned up and send you home."
  11. Amy was always told by her parents to drink at least eight bottles of water a day. "eight bottles a day? Are you crazy?" she thought. She was never used to drinking water regularly on account of her small bladder. After all, her small bladder was the reason her parents put her in diapers to begin with. Amy was basically an adult already, and figured if she didn't drink too much water, she wouldn't need to urinate as often. Her parents thought this was ridiculous, and forced her to drink many bottles throughout the day. Amy drank a bottle, wet herself thirty minutes later, got changed, and the cycle repeated for the whole day. Soon enough, her parents announced they would be leaving for a meeting that night, and that she should finish off her last two water bottles right then and there to get it over with. Amy didn't feel like drinking any more water since she already drank so much throughout the day, but her parents stood with Amy until she drank the last two water bottles. With a final gulp, her parents hugged her goodbye. "Remember, If you get hungry, dinner's in the fridge." says Amy's Mother. "Love you!" "Love you too." says Amy. Amy's parents then leave the house. Amy then returned to her room and flopped onto her bed. She took out her phone and started watching a movie for around twenty minutes, when she realized her bladder was getting a bit full. Amy then thought. "Wait... if my parents are gone, who will change me?" asked Amy. Amy then decided she would have to change herself later. She then got out of bed, placed her phone down, and started searching for where the box of diapers could be. She walked around the house for a good ten minutes, and her bladder had reached maximum capacity. The first water bottle from earlier had come into play. She tries crossing her legs, but remembers that she's in a diaper, and she can easily let loose. Amy takes a deep breath, and lets go. Her diaper expands, and warmth spreads throughout her diaper. One more leak, and it could overflow. Amy then gets back on track to finding the box of diapers. Amy goes into the hallway closet, and searches. Amy then spots the familiar blue box. "Bingo." says Amy. Amy selects a diaper from the box and starts to take off her wet one, but it seems to be... stuck. Amy keeps trying to take off her soaked diaper, but it doesn't come off. "What?" says Amy, "Why won't you-" Amy is cut off by the sound of the closet door shutting. She is somewhat startled by this, and squirts into her diaper. Amy goes to investigate the door, and turns the knob. It's locked. Amy is panicking. How could she be locked in? Her parents won't be home until late, and her phone is on her bed! Not to mention she can't pull off her wet diaper. Amy takes a deep breath and tries to think. Amy thinks for a long time. She then decides the best possible option is to fall asleep until her parents get back. Since the need for urination is slowed down when you’re asleep, this makes somewhat logical sense to her. Amy lies on the floor, and takes a nap. Amy wakes up an hour later and is almost bursting. The second water bottle from earlier has come into play, and the dampness of her diaper doesn't help the situation either. Amy's stomach rumbles. "Remember, If you get hungry, dinner's in the fridge." "Oh no..." says Amy. Amy hasn't eaten since lunch, and is practically starving. Since Amy is locked inside of the closet, she can't really eat anything from the fridge. Amy searches the closet for anything food related, and finds nothing. Amy looks next to the diaper box, and finds a full pack of water bottles. As much as Amy needs to pee, she doesn’t want her stomach to be empty, and she decides to have water for dinner. Amy stands up, downs two waters and doesn’t leave a single drop left in the bottle. Amy's pussy is throbbing. She needs to pee, and NOW. Amy crosses her legs in an attempt to stop herself from leaking. All this does is pressure the dampness of her diaper onto her pussy. Amy then hears something faint from outside. Rain. Amy starts feeling warm, she immediately notices that she’s leaking, and her diaper is getting bigger. She needs to do something before her diaper leaks onto the floor! Amy realizes that she can't take off her wet diaper, so she has to lay a new one on top. Amy takes a diaper from the blue box, and puts it on. The urine travels from diaper one to diaper two rather quickly, and fills it up. Amy panics, and applies a third diaper. Soaked. Amy applies a fourth, and the flood ends after the fourth diaper is filled. Amy is relieved and tries leaning against the wall, but instead loses her balance and falls to the floor. Amy lands on what feels like a cloud. The urine travels throughout, and squishes with a satisfying slosh. Amy likes this, and bounces up and down to squish the urine inside the diapers. Amy decides she wants more, and downs two more water bottles. With the other two waters still brewing, Amy lies down and sleeps again. Amy wakes up two hours later to her bladder screaming. Amy smiles and presses against her bladder to torture it. Amy downs two more waters, and plays with herself by rolling around in her diaper. Amy feels the liquids slosh around her diaper and torture her throbbing pussy. Amy squirts, but immediately squeezes her pussy tight. She continues to roll around and apply pressure to her bladder. Amy tries to drink another water, but ends up only drinking half because of how much water she's drunk already. Amy doesn't know what to do with the leftover water, so she opens up her diapers, and pours it inside. This flow of liquid makes Amy ready to burst, and makes her hold back with all of her might. Amy then presses against her bladder full strength, and starts flooding herself. The stream wets her diapers even more, and expands the diapers. Amy stands up again, and layers herself to five diapers while she’s still soaking herself. the fifth layer soaks completely, and she layers up again and again. Amy layers up to diaper eight, and it's soaked. She layers up to diaper nine and floods it, so she layers to diaper ten. Amy's stream stops, and every single one of Amy's diapers are soaked. Because of how many diapers Amy has on, her legs are so spread apart that she has to waddle. Amy falls down to the floor, and the urine squishes through every one of her diaper layers. Even after all this, Amy still feels the need for release. Amy rubs her diapers swiftly for a good ten seconds, and then proceeds to cum. She lies flat on the floor, and falls asleep. How is she going to explain this to her parents?
  12. *I am going to bring back Gone Away soon, but I just started this, I hope you guys enjoy. [WARNING] There will be some pain and punishment involved, only a little bit, but if you do not wish to read that, be careful as this is scattered around the story.Enjoy. The Bladder Trade Prologue: Welcome to hell. Pee spurted out of Morgan, she could barely hold it any longer. “Morgan I swear, I’m putting you on toilet ban if you can’t hold it for fifteen more minutes!” “Please Master, I can’t hold it, please! PLEASE LET ME GO TO THE BATHROOM!” Morgan pleaded. “No can do, you are only at 1.5 liters, you need to be able to hold 1.6” Pee trickled out, Morgan shook. All of a sudden, it happened. Morgan lost control. Pee shot out of her like a water geyser. She was done for. Done for. “Morgan, I’m sorry to have to do this, but I’m putting you on toilet ban”. Morgan lost hope. She just need to get to 1.6, and she lost it. “Morgan, welcome to hell”, Master said laughing. Chapter 1: Sold. Morgan was sold in to the bladder trade at age 18, just like most of her type. The bladder trade was exactly fun. It was more like torture, torture that failed to cease. Hell. Morgan stood on her door step with her small suitcase. It contained the few items that would belong to Morgan during her time as a bladder slave. Morgan cursed at her mother, as two men were walking up to her door step. “Mom, you can’t f*cking do this, YOU CAN’T!” “Morgan honey, you have been a disappointment to our family, what we expected from you was perfect grades, to get in to an Ivy League school, to have respect, discipline. Instead, what you gave us was garbage. Complete and utter garbage. I always loved you Morgan, it’s too bad this has to happen to you, goodbye Morgan, goodbye”. “NO, YOU CAN’T DO THIS, WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME, WHY!” The men grabbed Morgan’s arms, Morgan tried to resist, sending a kick to one of the men’s groin. The man collapsed over in pain. The other one shocked Morgan with a small taser. Morgan cried out. “LET ME GO, NOW, F*CK YOU MOM, F*CK YOU, I HATE YOU!” The men loaded Morgan in to a suv. Her mom just stared, not quite sure if this was the right thing to do. But why doubt her decision. It used to be to send a bad kid to boarding school, and now putting them in the bladder trade program was the new way to go. Not that Morgan was that much of a bad kid, she just fell in with a bad crowd and got bad grades. Poor girl. *Sorry these are so short, but I will be posting the next chapter tomorrow.
  13. Curious both for MtF and FtM input, though I myself am MtF and speaking from that point of view. I'm curious if anyone else has been kinda surprised at how much being trans has impacted your bladder's life. I expected to be nervous and shy about using the women's restroom, but it definitely goes beyond that. Tucking. For those who don't know (NSFW): It is not the easiest thing in the world to set up, and once it's all set, I really don't want to mess with it. External pressure: I know it's not really good for you, but I've been using a waist trainer. My little bit of belly fat pushes out about as much as my chest does so far, and squeezing it back down while waiting for HRT to redistribute the fat makes me look more feminine. Turns out I get the best results from placing the trainer directly over the upper side of my bladder and then cinching it down. I have actually gone home feeling like I need to pee, taken it off, and then stopped feeling the urge. General nervousness: trying to walk more femininely, keeping an eye on people around me so I can keep away from anyone who has a negative reaction to me (thankfully fairly rare in this city), being ready to give my best girlvoice, all adds up to generally feeling tense sometimes, especially in certain situations. I do enjoy torturing my bladder, but really all the fetish did was make me think less about the consequences of what I'm doing. It feels like being MtF is one of the most perfect bladder torture processes. Really also makes me feel for the trans women who don't enjoy it and/or don't have my bladder capacity. More unisex bathrooms should definitely be a thing, as even if legal protections are there, plenty of trans individuals will say "I'd rather not go through the anxiety of doing so, I'd rather just hold it."
  14. So the way I decided to challenge myself today was to keep my bladder desperately full. I started off by holding my pee for a good part of the day as I normally do, which ended up making me really need to go by the end of the day. This is when I started drinking as much water as I could tolerate to really kick up my desperation. I also, for a little fun and for my inner workaholic sake, decided to take an online maths quiz for one of my classes as I started my increased water intake. Let me tell you, it would have been a terrible idea if I wasn't an omo fan and the if quiz score legitimately mattered towards my grade, but neither one of those were my condition. It definitely gave me something to do to allow my bladder to fill up, and fill up it did. The quiz took me 45 minutes total, but I was desperately squirming by 30. At that point, I basically made it a challenge to keep it all in for the rest of the quiz. As soon as I finally clicked the submit button, I could feel my bladder give a hard squeeze, causing me to let out a little bit. I was bursting for a piss, and couldn't even keep the leaks back with all of my effort. It was at this point where I knew I had to relieve myself a bit. I grabbed a small ziploc bag (250ml, while my bladder capacity is 2L) and let enough out to fill up the bag. It was very hard to stop, but I managed it. My bladder was still desperate, but fortunately not absolutely bursting at the seams anymore. Next up came my next challenge, holding it while participating in a group chat. This group is one of the chattiest, and will talk for hours if given the right topic. Of course, they did what they did best. After a half hour of talking, my bladder had already filled up again. I was once again bursting, leaking, and couldn't hold it all in anymore. I grabbed another one of those small bags for relief, and relief I felt. It was even harder to stop this time, though I still did. Even after the relief, though, my bladder was still protesting. All of the hot pee inside my aching bladder was trying to burst out. At this point, I was determined to not only piss myself unwillingly, but also do this all over again. I grabbed two towels, put them on the floor, and stood over them while watching videos of other people peeing themselves. After about 15 minutes, my bladder couldn't take it anymore. Leaks were turning into spurts, which soon enough turned into a very long stream. I had full force pissed into my pants for a good two minutes, emptying all of the contents of my bladder all over my pants and both of the towels while also leaving a large wet spot under them. After I was done, I cleaned up and prepared for my next round against my bladder. After that, I decided to watch a 2 hour video of a videogame playthrough, not intending to pee until the video was over and I had drank two more bottles of water. The first half hour went fine, while the second half hour was when my bladder started filling up again. By the 1 hour mark, I was done with 1.5 of the bottles and my bladder was already full, just below the desperation point. The next half hour was very challenging as it felt like my already rock hard bladder was filling exponentially. I started leaking after the 1 hour and 15 minute mark. By the 1.5 hour mark, I was already starting to spurt. However, I was not going to let myself pee completely until the video was over. That final half hour complete desperation was complete bliss. My bladder was absolutely bursting for relief. It was stretched to the brim with piss and doing everything it could to squeeze some pee out. My bladder would leak about once every minute, and squeeze out warm little spurts about once every 5 minutes, yet never felt any less full. Finally, the video ended. As soon as it did, my bladder had enough. It squeezed the hardest it had all night, causing the biggest spurt to escape. My pants went from slightly damp to legitimately wet. I jumped up and onto the towels before my bladder completely burst, and burst it did. As soon as I got onto the towels, a hot stream started shooting out of my bladder from the sheer pressure in it. No matter what I did, I couldn't hold the pressure back anymore. The relief I felt as my bladder deflated after being so full for so long was indescribable. It just kept coming out as I completely drenched my pants and both of the towels under me. I didn't even have to push out any more pee after the stream was done like I usually do. Finally, my bladder was completely empty while also filled with more relief than it could hold.
  15. I wrote this story some time ago for fun but now I think it might interest you too, so I decided to publish it. This story was written over a long period of time and was written in another language so I post here a version translated with Google translate. I guess many of you will hate such low quality but if you also like a story where a very thin girl tries to push herself further even when her bladder is full enough to protrude from her abdomen you might still find this interesting. In the story I inserted some situations that really happened to me but that concern different girls. Obviously many parts are pure fantasy but I won't tell you which ones. Chapter 1 I had known Sofia for a few years, we both played tennis. We were friends but never saw each other outside of training hours. When I started going to university, I discovered that she was attending another faculty in the same university and we were often on the train. Sofia is a very cheerful and sunny girl. She is about six feet tall but she is very thin, with long straight brown hair and brown eyes. As I said she has never been shy and so sometimes she talked to me about her boyfriend. Chapter 2 November 14, 2016 I meet Sofia at 8.00 at the train station and she tells me how lately she has been trying to drink more water between meals for better hydration. So that day instead of buying bottles of water at the distributor he decided to bring a 1.5l bottle from home. Later I write to ask if she also stopped to eat in the school canteen. So we are at 13.00 and we go to eat. At the canteen, water is free at the dispenser and she goes twice to fill the 0.5 L "glass". The bottle he had brought from home still contained 1l. We say goodbye and go back to class with her who had drunk about 1.5l We are then at the end of the lessons at 16.00. I see her a little agitated so I ask her if everything is okay and she tells me…. Sofia: “I'm going to pee on myself. I don't know how long I can still resist. " Me: "But why didn't you go to the bathroom at the university." S: “I didn't want to go there because they are dirty and then I can usually hold out all the way home. After lunch I got tired of carrying that 1.5l bottle with me so I finished it and then threw it away. I waited for the end of the lesson even though I could no longer think of anything but my full bladder and make sure that no one would notice. Then I ran out of class forgetting my backpack. I went back to get it and then I run to the bathroom. There were already 3 girls in the queue so I waited a minute but no girls came out. If I had stayed there waiting I would have missed the train. " Meanwhile the train had arrived. We enter and sit on 2 seats side by side, she on the window side and I on the aisle side. I don't know what to do and I'm afraid she will find out how much that situation excites me but in reality she is too focused on not getting her underwear wet. The journey takes about 40 minutes. At some point she tries to improve her situation by helping her vagina with one hand. I: "You said earlier that you don't usually use the toilets at school, so you haven't used the bathroom since this morning?" S: "Yes, I went there after waking up at a quarter past 7." It had been holding at least 2.5l of water for about 11 hours. I: "I don't know how you managed to last more than 10 hours drinking at least 2 liters of water." S: "And also half a liter of tea this morning." THREE LITERS FOR 11 HOURS !! I: "You really have an incredible bladder." S: “Yes, but now I can't take it anymore. In your opinion, if I unbutton my pants, will other people see me? " I: "No, go ahead and I'll cover you on this side." She opens her jacket, lifts her shirt slightly and I can see her huge bladder protrude from her usually flat abdomen. It extends from side to side and protrudes several centimeters up to its navel. He was holding back an amount of urine that few could resist and her petite build (1.6m) made her bladder incredibly visible under her skin. She continues by opening the button of her pants and then the zipper is immediately opened by the pressure of her bladder that was desperately looking for space to expand. I see that she is surprised and even scared by what she sees. He begins to gently touch her bladder and trace the edge with your hand. Pull your panties down slightly to release the pressure lately. Her bladder now protruded more than before probably from just above her vagina to her navel. I: “It's huge. " S: "What are you doing?!?! Don't look at me !!! " I: "Sorry, I didn't mean" I turn to the corridor but occasionally take a peek. Sofia keeps looking at her bladder and slipped a hand into her panties. After a while he tells me ... S: “It's really huge. In your opinion, some health problems are normal or at risk. " I: “I don't think there are any problems since you have been drinking a lot and therefore the pee should be diluted enough. And for the bladder I'm pretty sure your body will keep you from holding it before it does any harm to you. " S: “Maybe you are right. I hope to get home. My boyfriend is waiting for me at the station. " After a while'. S: "Have you ever had such a full bladder?" I: “I was once pretty desperate after a night out. When I got home my bladder was very sore and every few minutes I felt like the pressure suddenly increased. When I got to the bathroom I saw that my bladder was protruding slightly so I decided to do something a bit strange .. " S: "What?" I: “No, nothing. How are you? " S: “Don't make me think about how I am please. Daiiiii tell me what you did. " I: "Ok. But stay between you and me. So I tried to wait as long as possible while drinking some beer I had at home. But after about 20 minutes I reached the limit. I wet my panties a little and then ran to get an empty bottle to measure how much my bladder could hold. " S: "So how much did you manage to hold back?" I: "1.4 l" S: “That's a lot, congratulations. " I: "Thanks, but I think you went a lot further today." S: "I don't know ... ... if I can get home I would like to try to measure it too." There was about a quarter of an hour to go. S: "Was your bladder also very hard that time?" I: "Yes a little. I could certainly hear it very well. Why?" S: “My hour looks like a rock. In your opinion is it harder than yours? Do you want to hear it? " Certainly there was something else hard about that moment. I slide my jacket over my bulge and nod. S: “Please be quiet. I don't know if I can resist further pressure. When I opened my pants I immediately felt much better but now the pain is back. As you said, I feel the pressure increase exponentially about every 2-3 minutes. " I place my right hand gently over her bladder and I feel like I'm touching marble. Very hot and sexy marble. The pressure I feel inside her is unbelievable. I move my hand over her bladder from side to side to feel where it ends. I then begin to trace the edge as she begins to gasp as if from pleasure. I press lightly on her tight skin near her navel, she closes her eyes and says nothing. It practically did not sink an inch despite the thrust. I continue to trace the edge until I get to her panties but she doesn't stop me. I am now in the lower part of the bladder just above the vagina and I feel it is wet. Then I return to the center of the bladder where it is swollen and wait for the best moment ... .. A few seconds later the train jumps on a stretch of track a worn Po and then I push on her bladder harder than before but not so much that it gets wet. She immediately leans forward and presses her hands against her vagina. Despite my superior strength, I was unable to squeeze her mighty bladder in the slightest. I: “Sorry I didn't want to. It is that the train ....... " He gets up. S: ”It doesn't matter. I'm fine……" S: “So what do you think have you ever felt such a full bladder? How long do you think he's holding? " I: “The pressure in your bladder is unbelievable. Looks like you have a steel bladder. You will be containing at least 1.6 l "(I want to remember her very small and thin body so as to glimpse the coasts) I: "You must have a gift to be able to resist." S: “Actually as a child I often peed on myself. Think the last time it happened to me in the seventh grade. It was too embarrassing… .. Since that day I have always pushed myself to resist a little longer. Lately I try to go to the bathroom only twice a day and keep myself well hydrated but I basically end up always going 3 times. In any case, I have never seen my bladder fill up to this point. It is as if at a certain point the pain does not increase anymore but every now and then the pressure seems to grow for short periods in an incredible way. " We have now arrived. He helped her up and cover herself as her pants have no intention of closing. We slowly reach the door. I go down and turn to give her a hand, she is forced to spread her legs to go down the step between the train and the platform. S: "aaaaaaaaaaaa!" He screams and leans over holding her bulging bladder. After a while he gets up and starts walking pretending nothing has happened because some people had turned around. I: "Are you okay? " S: ”Now yes. When I got off I lost control for a moment but now I think I can do it. " She tells me by showing me a stain that formed from her vagina to mid-thigh in a split second. We leave the station and then she greets me before going to her boyfriend's car. I watch her go up and then leave. Chapter 3 November 16, 2016 It was 4pm, I was on my way home from university when I see Sofia. We hadn't met since that day. As I approach I notice that he has a full 1.5l bottle of water with him. I greet her and we talk about various things. Then.. I: "I see that today you preferred to avoid drinking all that water as it turned out last time." S: "Hahaha, I actually drank the whole bottle already and then refilled it on a tap." I: "Don't tell me you're only doing it for good hydration." S: "Also for that but above all for my boyfriend." I: "In what sense?" S: ”Now I'll tell you how it ended 2 days ago but let it remain a secret. After I got in the car I tell him to take me straight to his house since it is closer because I absolutely have to go to the bathroom. At first he made fun of me but then when I showed him how swollen and hard my bladder was he didn't say anything. We arrive 10 minutes later at his house but before opening the door he asks me if I can resist a little longer. By now I was on the edge, I looked pregnant and I was having contractions every 30 seconds. I yelled at him to open the door right away and tried to run to the bathroom. Running another squirt came out of my bladder and then I stopped. He then gently picked me up and took me to the bathroom. Before seating me on the toilet he kisses me. I was very close to freeing myself then but I also wanted to know how much I was holding back. I didn't know how to tell him so I asked him why he wanted to know if I could hold out a little longer. He then confessed to me that he felt aroused to know that I so desperately needed to pee. So I decided to try to wait until my you know what he had not decided to give up containing such pressure. So I told him to get me a container so in case of need I would not have pissed on the floor of the house. I tell him I wouldn't have lasted more than 5 minutes without a distraction. We then went to see something on TV. While I try to think of something else he does not take his eyes off my bladder and at a certain point begins to touch it. I had taken off all my clothes to leave as much room as possible for my bladder to expand. Then when he begins to touch me under there I feel a very strange sensation and then suddenly I feel that I am about to have an orgasm. I stop him immediately because if he had gone on I would never have been able to stop myself. He tells me that he is sure I can resist a lot more and puts his arm behind my back and with the other hand pushes on my now protruding bladder to incredible levels. I feel excruciating pain and scream. He lets me go but the pain doesn't go away right away. I remain motionless until the pain becomes throbbing and then disappears. He tells me he wanted to show me that my bladder can hold a lot more and withstand more pressure. He was incredibly right because when the pain went away I felt so much better than before and my bladder hadn't let a drop come out. Then we stayed there an ' another half hour until I reached my limit I felt that I could not resist for another minute I put my hand on the bladder while and as soon as I added a little pressure a strong jet came out wetting the floor . I screamed at my boyfriend that I would not resist for another second. I tried to get up but a longer and more powerful jet than before and ran away. I think I have never tried such a thing it is as if I have no more control over the my bladder. I couldn't even speak but luckily my boyfriend brought the bowl to me so I was finally able to free myself. It was a feeling of indescribable pleasure. Do you think I finally managed to hold back? " I:" wow, but it's unbelievable. I would have had at least 1.6L or maybe even more. " S:" 1720ml. " I: If this was your first time, I don't dare imagine how far you can go. " S:" No, I really think that's my limit. I no longer had any control. " I:" I assure you that with a little training you can also get great improvements. " Chapter 4 In the following weeks she was always quite desperate on the way back and always unbuttoned her pants. After a while I began to notice that she could pretend better and better that she didn't need to go to the bathroom. She no longer unbuttoned her pants but her bulging bladder betrayed her pretense. In particular, her bladder seemed to grow over time as did her composure. March 22, 2017 It seemed like any other day when Sofia receives a message that looks upset but says nothing about it. When we arrive at the station I get off the greeting and go to get the scooter. I was about to leave to go home when I see her walking. I: "Didn't anyone come to get you?" S: "No, my boyfriend wrote me earlier that he can't come so I have to walk home." I: "Get in the back, I'll take you." S: "But I don't have a helmet." I: “So would you prefer to walk for an hour? Anyway, we take back roads and I go slowly, if you want we should do it in 15 minutes. " Perhaps her bladder is too full to refuse the offer so he accepts. I help her up and leave. I feel her hard swollen huge bladder press on my back. Despite the added pressure and her legs spread, she says nothing about her urgent need to piss. The secondary road for some stretches was not asphalted and had several holes. With each jolt I felt her legs tighten around me. Towards the end he was really on the edge: he was trembling, trying desperately to close her legs and clasping her hands on me as if in severe pain. We arrive and helped her to get off. I: "Are you okay?" S: "Yes, thanks for the ride." I: "Is anyone home?" S: "No, why? Did you want to enter? " I: "If you don't have anything to do, if you want I could stop for a while since I'm here and I've never seen your house." S: "Sure, go inside." Once inside she shows me the whole house and she now seems very calm despite the pressure inside her bladder. S: "Do you want something to drink?" I: "Yes, thank you." We both drink iced tea. S: "Go ahead as if you were at home, I'll go to my room for a moment to get something more comfortable." She goes into the bedroom and makes no sign of approaching the bathroom. After 10 minutes he returns with a much more comfortable jumpsuit than the jeans he wore before. Her shirt was tight enough that he could see that the bulge in her bladder was gone or at least diminished. I was wondering at this point if he had used a basin in her room. I ask to go to the bathroom and then step out of her room but there doesn't seem to be anything strange. We sit on the sofa and to take the remote control on the opposite side I lean on her belly. I feel something incredibly stiff: her mighty bladder is still full to the limit despite her pretending nothing has happened and her bulge has strangely diminished. After a while I ask her if she should go to the bathroom but she tells me she is fine. It's been over an hour and I should go but I can't without knowing. At that moment a message arrives from her boyfriend telling her that she will go directly to her house without going through there. I: "Were you holding your pee because you thought he would come here later?" S: "Why do you say I have to go to the bathroom?" I: "I didn't say you have to go to the bathroom yet but I first felt your huge bladder pressing on my back on the scooter and another hour went by without you going to the bathroom." S: "It is now becoming a habit to push my bladder to the limit but I think this time I will do it for myself?" I: "That is?" S: “When I can't resist anymore my boyfriend enjoys torturing you until I can't resist anymore and piss on myself. I think I have improved a lot but I can never measure how much I can hold back. Today I have decided to go beyond all limits without additional difficulties to see how far I can push my bladder even though I fear that by staying home alone I will end up giving up. " I: “Great, I'm sure you'll get to over 2L. If you don't feel embarrassed, I'd gladly stay to help you. " S: “I think a little help would be useful. Stay here tonight and we'll go to university together tomorrow. " The evening continues and she doesn't seem full at all. We order takeaway and drink a liter of water during dinner. In the meantime, I had to go to the bathroom again. After dinner he suddenly begins to demonstrate how difficult it is to hold back such a quantity of pee. He frequently changes positions, keeps her legs crossed and one hand every now and then tries to help her muscles hold every single drop. I: ”It's starting to get difficult. How long have you not been to the bathroom? " S: “It's been 15 hours now. I went this morning at 7 but managed to resist much longer. " She is very confident even though her situation seems to have worsened enormously in the last hour. At 10.30 she can no longer sit still and continues to walk around the room. S: "I think I'll go to sleep." I: "You will never be able to sleep !!!" S: ”I think so. I haven't told you my trick yet. " She says keeping a hand fixed on her vagina as she approaches the bedroom. Once he reaches the room he undresses to put on her pajamas without asking me to leave. Under the suit he wears something unexpected. I: "What is that?" S: ”It's my secret. A band to compress my bulging bladder. My boyfriend gave it to me. When I take it off I will have relief for about half an hour and I plan to fall asleep. " When he removed the bandage, her bladder suddenly increased. Now her bladder was the size of a soccer ball and extended to above her navel. S: "I feel much better now," he says, gently poking her bladder with her right hand. I: "Can I touch it?" S: "ok." I slowly approach and feel her perfectly round rock bladder protruding from her belly. S: "Press as much as you want I can hold back a lot more." I don't have it repeated twice and I apply pressure to the center without getting any effect. S: "Actually try to throw a punch at me." I: "Are you sure?" He nods. I hit her hard enough to decrease her bulge by an inch but she doesn't seem to have felt the blow. S: "I told you my boyfriend likes to torture me," she laughs. S: "Now I'm going to sleep there will be fun tomorrow." I go out and go to sleep on the sofa. The next day I wake up at 8 but Sofia is still asleep. Appearance. It is now 10 but she still has not left her room in the meantime I raise the temperature of the house to help her hold back more. At 10.20 am I hear shouts: "Help!" I: "Are you okay?" S: “No, I'm exploding. Give me a hand to get out of bed. " Her bladder is now something indescribable. It protrudes from her belly by 10 cm starting from above the vagina to 5 cm above her navel. Now its bulge has taken on a perfectly spherical shape trying to expand where it is possible. I help her to get up with great difficulty because she cannot increase the pressure on her bladder. S: "I'm not there anymore you have to take off my panties: the elastic is killing me." I: "I can't do it you have a boyfriend." S: "I can't bend over and you said you'd be here to help me so: take off my panties !!!" Surprisingly, the panties are perfectly dry. I slowly remove her panties revealing her perfectly shaved vagina. Both the bed and the panties have no traces of leaks and I understand that she can still resist S: "It's very late help me get to the bucket that then we have to go to university." : "Don't even think about giving up. I'm going to push you to the limit like you told me yesterday." Her face looked terrified at first but then she accepted because she knew she wanted it too. I then locked the bathroom and left the bucket inside and put the key in my pocket. As time passed her bare bladder continued to expand relentlessly and she could no longer express anything but her desperate need to free herself. At 12 noon she was in tears and for the first time she begged me to open the door so she could get the much needed relief. I: “You know you can't piss until you reach your limit. It is for this reason that I am here. " S: ”But I've already crossed all limits !! The pain is very strong and I am exhausted. When will you let me go? " I: “Until you really reach the limit I have already told you. Only when the strength of your sphincter can no longer contain the pressure or when your kidneys start to ache. " As time passed her bladder will expand as if he has no limit like other humans. The bulge starts from the vagina and protrudes more and more going towards the navel and then returns flat about 6 cm above it. The most protruding point is just below the navel which is now pushed outwards by the pressure as if it had overturned. S: "Please give me a chance to free myself I'll do whatever you want." I: “So if you want, let's do this. Since we skipped today's lessons, now you have to study the chapter that was done in class and then solve the exercise at the end of the chapter. When you tell me the correct answer I will give you the key but for each wrong answer you will have to drink a liter of water. So it's not worth trying. " S: "But it will take more than two hours and now I can't think anymore !!" I: "If you prefer you can always wait to reach your limit as we were doing." After 5 minutes he decided to start studying. She was sitting with her legs spread almost 180 degrees so that she could slowly lean towards the desk without applying additional pressure to her exhausted bladder. After 2 hours she had managed to finish reading the chapter and now the exercise was about to begin. Due to her tremendous effort, her hand trembles and her pen falls and without thinking he bends suddenly to catch it. She immediately screams in pain and her face looks like someone stabbed her in the belly. Despite everything, not a drop comes out of her iron organ. I pick up her pen and invite her to continue. After 10 minutes of silence she has incredibly recovered and starts doing the exercise. After another 20 minutes he gives me the answer and gets up and goes to the bathroom without saying a word. I: “Are you sure you don't want to double check your answer? Do you know that if it is wrong you will have to drink a liter of water? " S: "Read that fucking correct answer right now and open the door for me !!" Her confidence makes me fear that he has solved the problem and so I try to stall. S: "I know what you are doing but the agreements are agreements NOW you have to see that answer if it was wrong I would even drink a liter of beer." I don't know what to do she's too sure of herself and I don't want this amazing game to end now. He comes towards me and takes the key from my pocket. I just have to read the answer ... She has turned the key and is opening the door. I immediately run to block her by taking her by the shoulders. I: ”You can't do that !! Not yet. And in any case your answer is wrong. " Falls to the ground. I hope you enjoyed the story so far. Unfortunately there is no ending yet and I would like to hear some ideas to push Sofia to the limit.
  16. A while ago I posted a popular 4 part story, The City Without a Ladies Room. I mentioned at one point in that thread that I was working on another story set in the city, I even posted the first 2 paragraphs to it in my own feed ages ago, this is that story. I've been working on it off and on for months, but feel I'm finally ready to post it. You don't need to have read The City Without a Ladies Room in order to enjoy this story or understand it. The characters are different, but the rules of the city & accepted social norms described in it are still the same. ===== City Without a Ladies Room - The Very Desperate Date Loren was a beautiful young mid-20's woman who lived a few stories above me at our apartment complex. I ran into her at the bus stop early this morning on my way to work, where she was sipping on a large 31 ounce (917 ml) cup of coffee. I knew she'd need to pee before long once she finished her coffee, but with no ladies rooms in the city she'd have to hold it for a good while. Probably at least until the early evening rolled around. I knew I wanted to see her hold it for longer than that, so I chatted with her for a few minutes while we waited for the bus. After a while I suggested we have dinner and see a movie later tonight after we got off from work. To my delight Loren agreed. During the afternoon Loren texted me that she was going to have to work a few hours of overtime. She wouldn't get off from work until 7 PM. I told her no problem; I'd pick her up right from work when her shift ended. I didn’t mind the delay, it met Loren's poor bladder would be even fuller at the end of her shift, and I didn't intend to let her go home and pee during our date. By the time 7 PM rolled around part of me fully expected Loren to ask if we could swing by her apartment, so she could pee before we went to dinner. Because of her overtime Loren had just finished an 11 hour shift, all without a single pee break when I picked her up right from work. If she asked for a chance to go home so she could pee, I was ready to tell her she needed to hold it. We were already running late because of her overtime. Instead, with her slim fidgeting legs tightly crossed, and her too-tight skinny jeans torturing her swollen bladder, Loren said nothing about her rather full bladder. Instead she apologized for her job delaying our date by several hours. I assured her I was perfectly fine with the delay, so long as we still caught the next movie at 8 PM. I knew that certainly wouldn't give Loren any time to go home and pee first, as we still had to grab dinner. Loren knew this as well, but she still agreed without hesitation, so I happily took her to dinner at a nearby restaurant. Loren couldn't help but fidget around uncomfortably in her seat throughout dinner as she drained her large glass of soda. But of course there was no opportunity for her to get up to go pee somewhere, there wasn't a ladies room in the entire city. I loved knowing that Loren badly needed to pee, but she had no choice but to continue to hold it for hours longer. After dinner we had about 20 minutes to get to the theater to catch the next movie. Despite her bursting piss-filled bladder, Loren didn't even bother to ask if we could stop by her apartment first so she could pee, which aroused me even more. Then again, Loren knew full well there wasn't enough time for her to go home for a quick pee break before the movie, which was quite convenient for me, and quite inconvenient for her! At the theater there were some public urinals for the men near the entrance. But of course nothing was provided for the women, they were all expected to hold it. "Hold on a minute, I need to pee" I told Loren. She nodded politely and waited; her poor swollen bladder was no doubt very jealous while I peed just a few feet away from her. I noticed she was crossing her legs, and fidgeting around anxiously as I peed, which made me extra excited. "What's wrong Loren, do you need to pee?" I asked her casually. She nodded. "I've needed to pee pretty bad all afternoon at work. But since there aren't any ladies rooms I could use I'm still holding it" she admitted casually, all while I continued peeing in front of her. "In hindsight I probably should have considered going home to pee over my lunch break like some of the other girls did, but I figured I could hold it till later. And my co-worker invited me and some of the guys over to have lunch and coffee at his place, since he lives right next to the office, so I accepted. His toilet was right there in the next room while we ate & had our coffee. I had about 4 large cups of coffee this morning, so I really needed to pee by that point. The guys knew I really needed to use the toilet as they all used it one by one while I waited for my chance to go. But since the guys didn't offer to let me use the toilet I knew I wasn't allowed to pee, so I just held it. I was the only one in our group who went back to work still unrelieved, knowing I'd have to hold it the rest of my shift. Even though I really needed to pee bad in the afternoon I still helped myself to 2 more cups of coffee when I got thirsty" she admitted sheepishly. Knowing Loren had a chance to pee earlier in her co-worker's toilet, but she had skipped it out of obedience to the city's rules, and she was still holding it hours later made me even more excited. "So you've been bursting to go for a while then" I remarked casually as I finished peeing. Loren nodded as she continued to twist herself into desperate knots. "I really appreciate how you skipped your chance to go pee afterwork for me. You didn't even ask me if you could go home to pee before we went out, even though you badly needed to. How long has it been since you've last gone?" I asked curiously. "It's been 13 hours since I've last gone early this morning, I'm glad you at least appreciate me holding it for so long. My poor bladder really hates me for skipping the chance to use a perfectly good toilet over lunch, and for passing up a chance to go home and pee after getting off from work. But with a lady's proper etiquette it wasn't really up to me if I got to go or not, it was up to you guys" she pointed out. "You never offered me a chance to go home and pee before we left for dinner, so I figured you obviously wanted me to hold it. Watching you go in the urinal has only made me need to pee so much worse now" she added as she openly held herself. "Can you hold it till after the movie? There's really no time for you to go home and pee now" I pointed out. The movie we were seeing was over 3 and a half hours long, so Loren knew I was asking her to hold it for at least another 4 hours. "It's going to be hard to wait that long; I need to pee so frigging bad already" she admitted candidly. "But yes, I can hold on for you till after the movie. Us ladies are supposed to hold it if we have to" she answered obediently. With that settled we bought our tickets and went to get some refreshments. Being a gentleman I of course got Loren a 42 ounce (1,242 ml) soda, the largest size they had. It was the perfect size for a lady with an already full bladder. Even with the prospect of needing to hold on for hours more to come hanging over her head, I knew Loren would be too polite a lady to refuse it. She knew plenty of guys in the city loved it when their girl badly needed to pee, the longer she had been holding it in the better. Some prideful ladies purposely ordered large drinks for themselves just to be sexy, and to prove that they weren't concerned by the lack of a ladies room. I knew Loren was one of those prideful ladies who probably enjoyed holding it all day. So Loren politely accepted the large drink, even with a nervous tremor in her fidgeting legs, and a hint of worry on her face. She even politely took a long sip for me, without a word of complaint about her already throbbing little pee hole. She was already dying to use the toilet, but as a lady she knew she absolutely wasn't allowed to pee in public under any circumstances! She was stuck holding it for the entire movie now. It was too bad for Loren that I had purposely chosen the longest movie possible, just to keep her waiting even longer! I had even gotten us seats all the way in the back, as far from the entrance as possible, all to slow our exit later. With all the action in Loren's swelling bladder, I doubted either of us were going to be paying much attention to what was on the big screen. ===== It's a shorter story than usual for me I know, I'm attempting to write shorter higher quality stories lately so it doesn't take me quite as long to finish them. This story will be concluded in a part 2 at a later date.
  17. So at around 8:00PM, I decided to do a hold until I burst and that I would have to last until at least 1:00. I always struggle with the bursting aspect since I have not only a very large bladder, but an iron one as well. Still, I was determined, so I pushed forward. I started off with just a small urge to go, about 3/10, and only having drank two bottles of water since the last time I peed. Because I had such a small urge and because I had to be absolutely bursting in order to lose control, I decided that I would practically chug tea since it goes straight to my bladder. In only an hour, I drank 5 cups of tea. By that point, I wasn't even full yet, maybe a 5/10, so I drank another bottle of water. I ended up drinking so much that my stomach felt much more full than my bladder, so I just had to wait. I apparently didn't have to wait very long, though. By 10:00, I was completely full and struggling to hold it, so about 8/10. By 10:30, I was bursting. My bladder jumped from 8/10 to 10/10 in less than a half hour. I did everything I could to hold it for the next 15 minutes to see if the desperation passed like it has before, but it was only getting worse. It got to the point where my bladder hurt when I stood up straight or moved my legs. I even leaked twice, which I rarely ever leak. I decided to end that hold early since I was only going to keep leaking rather than burst and since I still had another hour and a half before I was allowed to be this desperate. I went to the toilet and peed incredibly hard for about two minutes. It was such a big relief, but not as much as the one I planned on doing later. After I finished, I did notice that there was still some pee in there. Not only that, but my bladder was tired from the hold I just did. Even better, my stomach still had plenty of liquid in it. I knew this was about to get a lot better soon. So, I'm at a 2/10, am full of liquid, have a weakened bladder, and have a new big challenge to complete. I was going to drink exactly as much as I drank before, and have to wait until 2:00 (starting from 10:45) since I emptied my bladder recently. I started off with the two bottles of water, which was easy as I got them down in a half hour (11:15). I was probably at a 4/10 at this point. Next, I moved onto the tea. This was much harder to do since I was already pretty full of liquid. The only thing that saved me was that I had to take breaks to brew more tea. I got them down in about 75 minutes (12:30). At this point, all the liquid I drank was moving into my bladder very quickly, especially when aided by the caffeine in the tea. By the time I finished, I was at about a 8/10. I was definitely full, but not desperate. Lastly came the bottle of water. Since I was full of liquid regardless of my bladder, I dragged my feet on this one. My bladder was no help, though, as I had to focus on holding myself as I could feel my bladder expanding rapidly with all of the water entering it. It took a full half hour to finish this bottle (1:00). By the time I finished all of my water, I was desperate, easily at a 9/10. I had to get up and squirm just to hold on. In order to try to distract myself from my bladder a little, I tried reading an article that I had saved for later. However, I was way too desperate to focus on it. Between all of the liquid entering my bladder and its weakened state, I had to actively hold it in however I could. My legs were crossed, hands on crotch, potty dancing, you name it, I did it. I did this for about a half hour (1:30). Even though I was working to keep it all in, I wanted to have a little fun just to make sure that I could really burst when 2:00 came around, so it was time for some minor bladder torture. First, I focused on my bladder itself. It was visibly full. I had a very big bulge. Since I'm a small and skinny guy, my stomach and pelvic area usually lay completely flat if not caved in. Now, it looked like I was pregnant. I had to angle my arms around my huge bladder bulge to more effectively hold it in or else I risked putting more pressure on my rock hard bladder. Still, that didn't stop me from doing it anyway. I poked the bulge and gave it a little squeeze to temporarily increase the pressure. Even though it made me want to release everything right then, it felt so good. I then pressed it against a wall, which put a lot of pressure on it, so much so that I leaked a little. I had to squirm for a while to keep from flooding my pants. Once the pressure was off, though, I just went back to normal desperation. I didn't like this, though, so I took the drawstring of my sweatpants and tightened it around my bladder. It definitely increased the pressure how I wanted it to. Still, I wasn't about to burst yet, even though I was really close. I decided to shift from focusing on the pressure to teasing myself from releasing it. For some extra fun, I decided to make myself an extra cup of tea, not for drinking, though, just for time purposes. Every step I took made me very close to leaking. I had to bend down and press my legs together as I walked to avoid leaking while I was in the kitchen. It was painstaking to wait for the water to get hot. To help take my mind off the water a little, I decided to weigh myself for a little experiment, which ended up being 56.5kgs. Right then, the water was done, then came the tea. I had to wait another 5 minutes for the tea to set, which was also very painstaking. My bladder was the fullest I think it ever has been, even in that weakened state, definitely a 10/10. It was cramping really hard trying to relieve some of the intense pressure in it. That was the longest 5 minutes of my life. When it was done, carrying the tea to my room without spilling it was a huge challenge. It was especially hard since I was leaking as I carried it and had to do everything to stop myself before I let out too much pee. Once I set the tea down, I felt my bladder squeezed harder than it ever had before. I legitimately spurted, not just leaked, but spurted. It only lasted two seconds, but it came out so hard that I saw a wet spot form on the outside of my pants. I never experienced this before, and knew that it was only a matter of time before I actually burst. Even though I wanted to hold until 2:00 and it was only 1:45, I had to get things ready for it right now. I rushed to get new pants and underpants, as well as towels to clean myself with, the whole time I was slightly leaking. Right when I entered the washroom, another huge spurt came out, this one exactly the same as the last one, further increasing the wet spot on my pants. I quickly closed the door and stepped into the bathtub. The second my foot touched the inside of the tub, for the first time ever, my bladder finally legitimately gave in. I didn't even fully get in before hot pee starting shooting out of me uncontrollably. I tried my best to keep holding it in, but it was no use. My weakened and overfilled bladder combined with my extremely tired muscles just all gave out in that exact moment. The next few minutes were complete bliss as all of the liquid I drank continued to burst out of my bladder. I peed so hard that I could hear a familiar hissing noise come from inside of my sweatpants, which combined with the noise of water soaking them from the top down to make the best wetting noise I've ever heard come from me. Halfway though, I started peeing even harder than before, which I didn't think was possible until it happened. After that short powerful burst of pee, it started to taper off. I thought it was done, that is until I gave it a small push, then yet another stream started flowing out of me. This happened again four more times before I was finally completely empty and fully drenched. After that, I cleaned myself up and changed into new sweatpants. One final thing, though. Remember how I said I weighed myself before I burst for a little experiment? Well, I weighed myself again after my bladder was emptied, and my new weight was 54.7kgs compared to the 56.5kgs before. I had 1.8 liters of pee in my bladder before I burst.
  18. One European businessman went for business to an Asian country. He had never been before in this country, so he wanted to stay some days more, after his business, for sightseeing. He rented a escort girl for guiding him and maybe for something more. As well as me, he did like the petite, slim and smooth Asian girls and he had the same lust as i, to see girls desperate to pee and to make them hold a full bladder, for so long as any possible. After breakfast, at his first free day, the girl came to the hotel lobby, to meet him. She was young, slim and pretty, exactly the type of girl he liked. She did wear a thin, little, short summer dress. She showed a lot of her smooth, naked skin, without to look vulgar. After some hours sightseeing, they went for lunch. At about 1.30 pm they did leave the restaurant, to continue the tour. The girl has not been at the toilet during all the time, not even at the restaurant. He did not know that the girls are ordered from the escort agency, not to leave their costumes during their service. They are not even allowed to go to the toilet. They have to wait until the get a natural opportunity and then they have to ask for permission. They are trained to hold their full bladder for hours and they are accustomed to deal with a strong urge to wee. At the dinner, they spendet already 12 hours together, the man could not stop to think on the girls bladder and about that, that she must need to wee, after don’t go for so long. After dinner they wanted to go to the center of the city for one drink at a special street bar, before they would go back to the hotel. For a good money the girl agreed to spend the night with the guy and the rest of the two days that he would stay. They were ready to leave, as the girl asked for permission to go to the toilet. The guy tucked her by her hand and said “hold it!” ”But it would be very urgently.” the girl answered. “I know, but hold it for me.” he said again. She told him that she would not be allowed to talk about her bodily needs, but she would need to wee since hours and that her bladder would be very full after all the time she is been holding. Then she asked how much longer she should hold back her pee. ”As long as you can, or better as long until you can’t anymore.” the guy said and made her a good offer for her extra service. The girl agreed and they did leave the restaurant. continue
  19. From the album: Neptune’s omo art

    Just like the idea of someone being absolutely bursting, like out of their mind desperate, sitting on the toilet, pants down, all the water running… so close to relief… and not being allowed to let go. Better yet if they have to drink more every time they ask to pee.
  20. Hello everyone. This is my first attempt at writing fiction on this site. This is a tale of extreme desperation involving a girl in cosplay. It is inspired by @Jailor Eckman's piece on his Hoard Images pack called “On the Way” and I give credit to him for the character. Seeing how frantic she looked in that terrible situation she was in and how much she drank actually inspired me to request an additional photo of her in a far worse situation where it looked like she was in serious pain. You can see the image that Jailor made in Request #010. From there it gave me some ideas as to how the rest of her story went and it is all culminated in this fiction that I’ve written here. I’ve taken into mind of the health consequences of what this girl in this piece can face and I have included descriptions of such consequences to try to keep it realistic, though I guess it won’t be entirely. I ran into some writers block towards the end of the piece which admittedly did delay the release of this fiction for a couple more months, but I eventually got over them. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the fiction. Peace out and let me know what you think of it. NOTE: There is a mention of Bailey as a teenager in junior high school suffering desperation and some vivid descriptions of sexual encounters that Bailey would imagine in this story and there is nudity involved in this piece as well as some strong language. View this at your own discretion. It was a bright morning in Springfield Oregon and Bailey Porter was excited about the anime convention in Seattle that her anime club successfully raised funds for. She had dyed her hair red the night before and prepared her red seifuku outfit. It was to be a six hour drive to Seattle so she had no intention to waste any time sleeping in as the convention was to open at 3:30PM and her best friend, Selina wanted her to be there for 3:00PM. With the alarm clock going off, she gets out of her bed in her naked form quickly discovering that she has a strong urge to pee, likely a result of needing to go since 9:30PM last night and going to bed without relieving her bladder. Her toilet had been broken for two days and her landlord said that he would show up in four days as his office is currently busy. It was not a big deal to her, she was going to go to a rest stop on the way and have her morning pee and during those two days, she would stop at either a friend’s place or go to a coffee shop to use the bathroom. She put on her seifuku outfit which perfectly fit her small petite figure, put on her glasses which suited her cute face and ate her breakfast which consisted of bacon and eggs and orange juice. A thought crossed her mind “Why am I drinking when I already have a full bladder?” she pondered this question for some time, but decided to drink the rest. “Whatever.” she thought, she knew that she was going to stop at a gas station or rest stop on the way to the convention. Her cell phone started ringing, she grabbed it off her coffee table to see who it was. Sure enough, it was her friend Selina calling her. She swiped to answer. “Hey Selina.” her friend’s voice answers: “Hey Bailey, how are you this morning?” Bailey felt a slight twinge from her bladder and crossed her legs. “Other than the fact that I still have to pee, I’m alright. I’m just waking up from my bed rest and having some breakfast.” Selina was heard laughing on the other end. “Oh T.M.I Bailey. Nah, just joking, its okay. I’ve had a pretty strong urge to take a tinkle myself when I woke up. How bad is it?” Bailey crossed and uncrossed her legs, trying not to think about it. “It’s really bad but I can still wait. I’ve had to piss since last night and my landlord still hasn’t fixed the damned toilet yet. I slept with a bladder full of piss and it kind of screwed with my sleep.” Selina’s tone on the other end got serious very quickly. “Now Bailey you better listen to me, as soon as you get on the freeway, look for a service station and relieve yourself. Do not hold it, you don’t want a UTI and a bladder infection like I did and I know you have a habit of doing that. Plus, you’ve had one already.” It was true, even though Bailey does have a weak bladder and very often she has had very urgent urges, she does have a habit of trying to hold it in even when she was bursting and that has led to some very close calls and she has peed herself in ninth grade when she was fourteen because of this. She definitely hasn’t forgotten about the god-awful urinary tract infection that she had and that certainly made her constantly worry about being near a toilet so she didn’t suffer from UTIs and bladder infections. Bailey replies “Selina, I totally get you. I am going to stop at one and take a piss. I’ve been holding it for almost ten hours, there’s no way I’m going to hold it for an additional six. I planned out my route on Google Maps, so I should be there for that exact time.” Selina seemed assured at the other end. “Thank you, Bailey. You know it would hurt me to see you like that again returning to our school from our museum trip back in junior high, you know back in ninth grade.” Bailey definitely did remember that being the worst she had to pee, and she did not want that to happen again. “It won’t happen again.” Bailey said “I’ll see you at 3:30.” She hung up the phone, put her dirty dishes in her dishwasher and then she got out the door. The air outside was cold as was expected when the weather began to cool down during this time of year. It irritated her bladder and she winced and shivered. She quickly got into her sedan and started her drive. The air was almost just as cold inside her vehicle as the temperature outside, but she figured she could get used to it. Bailey eventually merged onto Interstate Five. The time was 8:30am, she had been holding it for eleven hours. This thought made her shiver in her car seat. She noticed that it was starting to get a little cloudy. The traffic on the highway was moving fast and steady. While she was driving, she was thinking about her friend’s costume. Selina wanted to keep it a surprise, but she couldn’t help but picture her in different outfits, even having some naughty thoughts about her wearing something scantily clad. Just then, she felt a twinge in her bladder reminding her to empty her morning pee and the urine from last night and the orange juice was starting to stream into it. It was becoming more annoying to deal with. Just up ahead was a service station. She merged into the lane that would take her there and she arrived there at 8:45am. She went inside and walked up to the clerk. “Excuse me miss, do you know where I can find the bathrooms?” Bailey asked, subtly squeezing her thighs. The clerk looked at her with a look of remorse for her situation. “I’m very sorry, there is a problem with the plumbing in the building and the washrooms are closed.” Bailey couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Is she going to have to hold it for the entire trip? She seemed to be at disbelief but didn’t think it was a big deal. She has held her urine for very long periods of time before and she was young healthy eighteen year old girl who turned eighteen about a month ago. It’s not like she has had her pelvic muscles torn away by pregnancy. Though she did have a weak bladder and whenever she has to go, it always made her feel so uncomfortable and it always became urgent very quickly. She can always lie to Selina and tell her that she relieved herself, even though that wouldn’t be true. Bailey felt dehydrated and felt tempted to get a large drink. “Okay, do you mind if I get the extra-large sixty eight ounce peach tea?” The clerk took her money and handed it her, although she was puzzled considering Bailey asked for a bathroom. The clerk took Bailey’s money and then gave her the drink. “Here you go, don’t drink it all at once now.” The clerk said with concern, Bailey didn’t seem to be listening to her, in fact she thought that the clerk shouldn’t be stepping out of her place and concern herself in someone else’s affairs. Bailey left and got back into her vehicle. Bailey looked at her drink with such intoxication in her eyes. She couldn’t believe the size of it. This was slightly bigger than one of those big gulps at 7-Eleven. The tea inside it looked so delicious. She wondered how nice it tasted. Without thinking about the consequences, she began to quickly gulp down that ridiculous sized drink. She was just sucking in the peach tea like a vacuum until it becomes empty. She did not have time to find a garbage to toss it out so she placed it in one of her cup holders. She could feel her bladder reacting to the liquid coming down her body and she briefly stuck her hand in her crotch. The morning pee urge was getting really bad, though she didn’t think it is going to get any worse. She couldn’t afford to stop at so many service stations to look for a toilet. Even though she had been holding it since feeling the urge last night, she just had to suck it up and hold it for the whole six hour drive regardless of what Selina says if they are to make it to the convention in time. Bailey has a weak bladder and she is sick of having it, if she held it in while she was sleeping then she can make do with liquid still inside her for another six hours. That will really strengthen her bladder control and keep her pelvic floor strong. She started her car and drove off. It was 9:30am and Bailey was making significant progress towards her destination. Though she could see that the clouds in the sky looked really nasty. It looked like it was going to rain and sure enough it started to. The water temptations outside of her car and the cold air inside it didn’t help matters as her bladder continued to spasm and ache. She did remember seeing a guy pee next to a tree when she was camping with her friends last summer, she was always envious of guys because it was definitely a lot easier to urinate when you have a penis. She wondered how she could pee standing next to a tree even though she has a vagina. She imagined taking off her jeans and pulling the crotch of her panties to the side, exposing her vagina lifting her leg and peeing full force on the tree and moaning in relief. She would have done that had she been on the verge of going in her pants on the campground but she didn’t want to embarrass herself at the same time. Immediately after that thought she felt a bladder spasm that felt stronger than before. Why is her need becoming so much worse? She squeezed her thighs together and shook them as the rain turned into a downpour. The pressure in her bladder was growing and she began to realize that that massive peach tea that she drank was going to end up in her bladder along with her morning pee that she should have pissed out when she woke up, not to mention her piss from last night was still sitting in her bladder as well as her orange juice. Her mind flew into worry but she relaxed herself. She should find a service station soon with a functioning bathroom and she could still hold it until then. She glanced at her clock on the dashboard and saw that it was 10:45am, thirteen hours and fifteen minutes without peeing. The traffic was still moving fast, she wasn’t worried too much. Fifteen minutes later and the traffic started to slow down into traffic delays. What is going on? She is not seeing any construction signs up ahead and she was confused. She turned on her radio and discovered that there was a horrific car accident up ahead that closed major sections of the highway and was causing delays. The movement of the cars was incredibly slow. It isn’t just needing to pee that’s worrying her, she was worried she would be late to the anime convention. That six hours might turn into eight hours at this rate. Bailey’s need to pee was increasing freakingly fast and she began to look worried, she didn’t think she could hold it for six hours let alone eight but she had no choice in the matter and Selina was just going to have to accept it plus she didn’t want to have to stop at a bathroom so often because of a weak bladder. She simply had no time to look for one, no matter how painful it would become, the liquid was going to have to stay inside her. At 12:00PM, Bailey became completely desperate. She would feel a spasm almost every thirty seconds and it would remind her that she needs to go to the bathroom soon. She cannot simply forget about the pressure anymore and shrug it off as an annoyance. It was constantly prodding her at this point. This was the kind of bladder pressure that when she is working or studying, she would stop whatever she is doing and find a toilet right away only she is stuck in a vehicle on a six to eight hour drive to Seattle and she had to use the short time she had to get there, so she had to simply hold it. She tried to take her mind off her bladder and focus on the road ahead, but the traffic was barely moving and her kidneys aren’t even nearly done processing the loads of caffeine that she drank. She can feel the peach tea, her morning pee, her orange juice and the urine from last night swishing and sloshing around inside her which was making her wince and all she can do is cross her legs and squeeze her thighs together as she had to have both hands on the wheel. At 12:30PM she was absolutely bursting! It was becoming impossible for Bailey to think of anything else and the freezing downpour outside was making things so much worse. Her bladder felt rock hard and it was starting to feel tight around the waistband of her skirt. She needed to go so bad, her body was literally sweating to keep it in. It was becoming intolerable and now she was starting to worry about the growing pressure inside her more than being late to the anime convention. The empty sixty eight ounce cup looked tempting to her, but she was a proper lady and not five years old and she had more dignity than that. As she reasoned to herself before, however painful this may become, she was going to have to hold it. Instinctually she took her right hand and shoved it against the crotch of her skirt, her eyes began to water and she clenches her teeth looking worryingly at the traffic delays ahead. She has been holding her urine for fifteen hours now and she was worried if things were going to get much worse. At the rate the pressure is going up, she was going to have a total toilet related emergency on her hands and she was starting to regret drinking that massive peach tea. An hour and a half later at 2:00PM, Bailey was starting to panic and she was in heavy pain. She was about to explode and get her convention outfit and car upholstery all drenched. The waistband of her skirt was pressing into her bladder and she was constantly opening and closing her legs. Her body was sweating profusely and she could feel the urine about to burst out. Her bladder even began to expand and push back against her waistband which is causing the bladder pressure to reach unbearable levels. She noticed that she started feeling horny as well and was having sexual thoughts about the guy she wanted to date and she started feeling wet, even briefly thinking about how good his penis would feel inside her vagina. She wondered what sex would be like while she is bursting for a pee, how it would intensify her pleasure of having his cock thrust in and out of her. It was obvious that her bladder was pushing against her g-spot. She felt a strong spasm and that brought her back to her reality, she was about to burst! She was about to burst in her cold car and it is pouring outside. She placed both of her hands on the crotch of her skirt, looking worryingly at the traffic delay and the rain on the highway. This was so similar to her situation back when she was fourteen years old, coming back from her trip to the museum and peeing herself as soon as she got to her home’s doors. A downpour and thunder storm outside and her face was all red and sweating and so embarrassed in front of her peers. No matter how much she begged teachers to pull over to a gas station, no matter how many tears she cried, she had to hold it for the entire two hour trip back, slowing leaking during the trip. The school was closed and she had to take the city bus home, waddling home afterwards and she peed herself outside of her parents’ home. She remembered that being the worst she ever had to pee in her life and now she was on that level again where she was worried about peeing all over her seifuku outfit and all over her car seat. “Oh my god. I’m going to explode.” Bailey moaned “Why can’t this traffic go any fucking faster?” The accident must be cleared up, isn’t it? How bad is this accident? It turns out that there was a severe car pileup which resulted in fiery crashes and multiple fatalities. She was lucky that this did not happen to her, but her situation isn’t so grand being stuck in a car for eight hours with a bladder that was about to burst. She would not allow this to happen to her. She will pee in a proper toilet like a decent and polite lady and not her empty sixty eight ounce cup. Bailey’s anxiety was spiking up and she started taking deep breaths, deeply breathing in and out and sighing in desperation on top of it while her legs and her bum began to gyrate. Her entire lower body eventually began to gyrate on top of that as she struggles with the pressure in her lower abdomen and her sighs turned into moans and groans. If she was wearing jeans, she could undo her button to relieve the pressure a bit but she didn’t even have that. That was not an option for her skirt, it is just going to continue to push into her lower abdomen and worsen her urge and she was so afraid of being impolite that she would not take off her skirt to relieve the pressure. She’ll just need to suffer for a while longer. The downpour continued and the traffic hasn’t gone any faster. In fact, it has gone slower for poor Bailey and her bladder pressure only continued to increase and increase and increase. Bailey was in even more psychological distress and her moans and groans have gotten louder in volume. It is an absolute emergency now and it is starting to hurt; her urethra felt like it was stinging and she could also feel the pressure in her vagina. She was constantly trying not to think of toilets and water temptations. Her eyes spelled horror and pain and it began to blush red. It was no longer just prodding her; the searing bladder pressure was always there inside her body sitting and expanding and it was never ending torture for Bailey. Her bladder no longer felt rock hard, it felt like a boulder is sitting inside her with steamy boiling water inside it. “Why is this happening to me?! Why did I drink that horrible peach tea? Oh god.” She thought. The traffic was slowed to the point where the traffic stopped moving. “Oh god, help me please.” She moved her other hand off the steering wheel and started to move it toward her crotch when she felt that something was off. She felt a large mass on her lower abdomen and she looked down and realized in horror what that large mass was. This was her painfully overfilling bladder. She looked five to six months pregnant. Her bladder was so distended and overstretched it looked like it was popping out of her lower belly as if she was actually carrying a child inside her. This really caused her to start losing her mind. She looked over at the clock and realized that it was 2:45PM, over seventeen hours without a pee and having to pee so much her bladder was stretched to the point where the skin on her lower belly was popping out. This was horrid, absolutely horrid! This urge is a lot worse than needing to piss on the bus from her trip to the Museum when she was in junior high. This was unlike any other urge she has ever felt before. She has never had to pee this bad in her entire life, she never thought it was possible to have her bladder this full. She needs to get to a service station right now before she pisses all over her car interior. The rain kept on coming down which tortured her and the traffic has barely moved an inch. She turns on the radio and hears a broadcast saying that all drivers need to remain in their cars as there is flooding on the highway. Afraid to look, but curious anyway, she looked out of her window and noticed that the highway was flooded with rainwater all the way up to the wheels of her car. She was practically driving in a river with rain that continued to come down like a bathtub faucet. Suddenly, she gasps as she feels a giant wave of urgency and she immediately holds up her skirt and places it against her bulge with one hand and shoves the other in her panties with her fingers going inside her vaginal canal. “Okay! Okay!” Bailey said out loud in a panic. “You are about to explode. Don’t think of water. Don’t think of water. Don’t think of water.” Bailey repeatedly said to herself until she is tempted by the water surrounding her car outside, visualizing herself as if she is driving a boat in a storm. Then imagining herself hitting a tidal wave which sets her boat upside down with her falling into the sea. “Don’t think of water… water... I’m thinking of water! I’m thinking of water!! I’m thinking of water!!!” As she said that a third time, tears begin falling from her eyes and she starts to sob. She kept thinking of a different image but still saw herself sinking into the sea with no hope of ascending, about to drown. “Oh god, is this really all my pee!?” She panicked and sobbed as she saw the ocean water turn yellow, turning into urine. She could no longer see the surface nor the ocean floor or any of her surroundings, instead she could only see walls closing in on her, further compressing her air until she wakes from her trance, feels a giant urgency wave worse than before and she felt a gush of pee spray onto her fingers and onto her panties. She just leaked her pee! She immediately starts screaming in a pained and panicked fury and places her fingers deeper into her vaginal canal. The front of her panties became saturated and her car upholstery and the back of her skirt was wet with her urine. It took all of her effort to stop it but felt even more pain as her panties and car seat were wet. The only audible sound that filled the car at this point was her screaming and crying in such distress. She couldn’t even do a thing to calm herself down. All she could think about was her horrid need to piss. She looked at her empty sixty eight ounce cup and cursed that sweet tea. That horrible, horrible sweet tea did this to her, making her feel like a boulder full of boiling urine is inside her abdomen and about to piss herself in her car just as she did when she was in junior high coming back home from the museum trip. She considered using the cup as relief but decided against it out of pride, wanting to piss like a proper lady should on a toilet, refusing to give in to the agonizing pressure inside her. Just then she notices a call from Selina. She continued to scream and cry in her car until she takes more deep breaths. If she asks, should she tell her the pain she is going through or lie? Hopefully she does not ask that. She swipes to answer, trying to hide the pain in her voice and trying not to cry as she struggles with the searing pressure and bladder contractions. “Sup Selina?” Selina immediately answers “Hey Bailey, are you still heading over to the convention?” “Yes I am.” Bailey felt another painful wave and covered her mouth for a second, then continued “Sorry, the traffic is kind of slow. The highway is flooded and there is some kind of accident again, am I late?” Selina notices something was off and was worried “You sound kind of nervous and fidgety, are you alright?” Bailey was worried that Selina found out what she was battling but quickly came up with a lie to deflect the concern “I’m alright, it’s just nerves that’s it. Sitting in a car for a long time can make me anxious.” Selina seemed to believe the lie. “That’s fine. They’ll go away.” The lie clearly worked. “Listen, I know this is going to sound disappointing and it will be a bitch to do this, but the event is being rescheduled because of the bad weather. Springfield and Seattle are declaring states of emergency because of flooding and property damage, this is the worst rainfall we got in a long time. We both need to return home now.” Even though Bailey was disappointed, she knew Selina was right. Still trying hard to hide the agony in her voice she says “That sucks but you’re right, the highway is completely flooded and I don’t want to be caught in the flooding.” Bailey shuddered when she said flooding, she continued “I guess we just spent an entire day on the freeway. Anyway, do you want to come over tomorrow morning?” Selina was delighted with this invitation “Oh, absolutely. We can spend the weekend watching movies and playing video games, considering the state of emergency is going to last until Sunday evening.” Bailey was horrified when she heard this, was she going to have to hold it for two whole days? That was impossible, what was she going to do? This was far too painful, she needed a toilet before she pisses herself or suffer damage to her body; she didn’t know which was worse in her panicked state. She held back a moan by covering her mouth with her left hand that was drenched in piss, she could smell the urine as the scent went up her nostrils, and the smell wasn’t strong considering that the drink hydrated her so much. “Bailey, are you there?” She quickly uncovered her mouth and replied “Yeah, sure. It’s just disappointing that we can’t go out and do things because of this. Will the lack of a functioning toilet be a deal breaker to you?” It certainly caused Bailey some frustration of not having a working toilet. “I can just pee in my own plastic cup or outside on the grass, it’s alright.” Selina giggled. “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow then.” Bailey replied then hung up. Then she began to realize what she just did. “Is Selina going to see me like this?” she pondered “No I won’t let that be possible, I’ll find a place with a working toilet.” She saw an exit from the freeway up ahead, she went up the ramp onto the main street and then took the freeway back to Springfield Oregon. For most of her trip home, Bailey constantly wiggled and sobbed in her car constantly thinking about how she has to pee so unbelievably bad but has to hold it in for the rest of the day, horrified with the prospect that no establishment was open so she could release her scalding waters into a toilet bowl for the next two days. Her bladder pulsed painfully inside her, she cursed this day for causing her so much pain and suffering, and she cursed the sweet tea for putting her in this terrible state. That clerk warned her to not drink that sweet tea all in one go, she should have listened. Bailey instead ignored the clerk and now she has put herself in an absolutely horrible state such as this. She kept leaking on the way which made things worse. Even when she leaked, it gave her absolutely no relief from her torment, in fact the leaks worsened it. She was drenched in sweat, her grey panties were completely drenched in urine, her thighs glistened with her own pee and her bum and her vagina were completely coated and submerged in the urine puddle on her car seat. The only scent she could smell was the incredibly pungent smell of her own urine, it continued to go up her nostrils which not only grossed her out but reminded her that she needs to get to a toilet ASAP! She continued to sob and moan and she would continue to scream in panic and searing pain while being tortured by her own hellish environment, the flooded roads, the rain, the thoughts of water and toilets that she can’t stop thinking about and the slow traffic, the puddle of piss she was sitting in which submerged her ass and her pussy and the strong smell of her little accident in her car, all of it made it feel like the boulder in her lower abdomen is only getting bigger and the contents inside it getting more and more scalding. She even tried to give up and pee herself, but nothing would come out, she would just leak and leak and leak, never giving her any relief from the terrible pressure. It took her eight more hours to return to Springfield. The time was now 10:30PM. Bailey desperately looked for any gas stations or establishments that were open so she can relieve her horribly distended bladder, but they were all closed due to the state of emergency on her city. She has held her pee for twenty five hours, an entire day of pain, and an entire day of sitting in her car with a bladder that was horribly beyond exploding and she never got to go to the anime convention because of the weather. She pulled into her parking lot and she got at least some relief. She can finally move around. Her bum that is soaked with her piss is very sore from sitting all day, her abdomen is absolutely distended with her bladder sticking out and she has not had a piss in an entire day and her toilet is still broken and she cannot find any establishment that was open and had a working toilet. She took her empty sixty eight ounce cup, walked out of her car, locked it and waddled to her apartment while putting a hand on her bladder still suffering tremendous pain. Trying not to scream, she walked in and with all her strength, she immediately sprinted to the bathroom. Her toilet had still not been fixed. “This day is just awful, AWFUL! And now I need to sleep with a full bladder again, with all this piss inside me?!” She sobbed again, but eventually she did compose herself. She took off her shoes and socks, her skirt and her top and her bra and she looked at her panties. She had been leaking the whole trip home and they were completely soaked and smelled very strongly of urine. Disgusted, she took off her panties and threw them into the washing machine. Bailey then looked at her naked self in the mirror. She looked sexy, but the only thing that isn’t making her look sexy is this god awful ball of piss sticking out of her abdomen. She again put her hand on her massively distended bladder and felt that it was as hard as a bowling ball. Her skin did not give way no matter how hard she pushed it. Anybody can mistake her for being pregnant. This was terrible, this needed to come out of her body, but she can’t do that in her empty cup or go squat in the bathtub or on the grass, she had more dignity than that so she decided she was going to have to suffer more. Thinking of all she has gone through, Bailey looked at her vagina and her ass in the mirror. They were the parts of her body that were drenched the most in her urine. She spent hours sitting in it as it glistened her thighs and submerged both her butt and her pussy. She remembered that she needed to clean her car. Bailey quickly put her bra, her top, and her tie socks shoes and although the back of her skirt was wet from her accident, she put that on too. She didn’t bother putting panties on as she didn’t want to wet another pair and she was grossed out with the idea of wearing her already drenched ones. She got baking soda and made a soap solution and obtained a rag and went out the door. The heavy rain coming down on her was even worse than sitting in her car with the rain tormenting her. It felt so cold, the contents in her bladder no longer felt scalding. Instead, it was starting to feel like a ball of freezer burnt ice that was painfully sticking out of her. Then a thought crossed her mind, she was in the street and it was dark out and nobody could see her, she can discreetly pee in the street if she wanted to. Even when she is suffering this amount of pain, she kept holding it in as she believed a decent lady doesn’t urinate in the street. She opened her car door and bent downwards, holding back a moan as bending downwards squashed her bladder. She took her cleaning solution and put it on the rag, then she tried her hardest to scrub off the large urine stain that was apparent on her car upholstery. The rain was so cold on her body that she shivered and her bladder hurt even more, feeling like a frozen lake inside her lower stomach and the skin around her distended stomach feeling numb from the cold rain. Bailey groaned and moaned trying not to freak out. It absolutely hurts. To add to her torment, the cold water on the ground went right up to her calves as the parking lot became flooded. Again the thought crossed her mind that she should just piss in the rainwater, but again wanted to maintain decency but she was curious whether she could relieve herself here and now. With her pussy exposed, her ass hanging out and her legs spread, she relaxed and tried to let out a stream. Ten seconds pass and nothing came out. Was her bladder locked up from holding so long or was she just nervous to piss outside? She didn’t want anybody to see her in that position and she was going to behave like a polite young pregnant woman, only she wasn’t pregnant, her bladder was so overstretched that it felt like it was occupying much of her stomach which made her look that way. Her lower stomach began to feel like a giant freezer burnt ice cube, the cold was getting too much for her condition. She starting to rush the cleaning job. Eventually she finished cleaning the stain off her car seat, shut her door and then waddled painfully back to her apartment. Immediately after coming back inside, she was consumed with thirst. She knew it was not a good idea to drink anything else for the sake of her bladder or her kidneys but she hasn’t drunk anything else ever since that sweet tea and she needed to hydrate herself. Screw it she thought. She took her empty sixty eight ounce cup, went to her osmosis tap in the kitchen and sensibly filled it halfway with water so she doesn’t put too much additional strain on her organ. Bailey was a bit of a masochist for doing this to herself, but she had to take care of her other needs and her bladder was going to have to hold more. She would hold it no matter how painful it got until she can pee like a proper lady as she reasoned many times to herself on this particular predicament she was in. She drank out of her cup to her hearts content then felt her bladder painfully protest as her body began to process the loads of water she is putting into her body. She rubbed her swollen bladder in an attempt to calm it while she looks very uncomfortable. She rubbed her bulge as if she was actually carrying a child hoping to lessen pregnancy contractions. Due to her pride and caring about being a proper young lady, Bailey decided that she was going to have to sleep with all this piss inside her small petite and naked body. She took off her wet clothes and left them on the floor, not caring to put them away. To calm her nerves, she took a sleeping pill, turned off the lights in her apartment and went to bed at 11:00PM. Before she passed out in sleep, she had been feeling horny all day. She stuck her fingers inside her vagina again and massaged her clitoris. The masturbation felt more intense, she knew that she gets horny with a full bladder and the worse the pressure got the hornier she became. She wondered what sex was like with a bladder this full, maybe it would be very painful with his cock accidentally pressing on her absolutely exploding and distended bladder when he thrusts it in and out of her vaginal canal, but a girl can imagine. She eventually got tired, stopped massaging herself and went to sleep. Though it was hard to as she always felt the searing, once icy now scalding pressure inside her lower abdomen. She was surprised how much was actually inside her bladder, all sixty eight ounces of fluid in there and there was more to process into her overloaded organ in her tiny body. She tossed and turned all night, trying to ignore what’s inside her body, though she can still feel the horrid pressure inside her abdomen and she would quietly sigh and moan in her half-asleep state. The loads of water she drank was definitely having an effect on her and it will be even more so in the morning. She had drunk thirty four ounces of water which she was unaware that the water was also going to stream into her bladder on top of the over sixty eight ounces of urine already inside her. She was having very horrific aquatic dreams, showing her fall into the sea from a ship hit by the tidal wave and her falling into an icy lake. Then the dreams switched over to something else. She saw herself as a teenager again, rushing home face all red slowly pissing herself, but then she got to the door and let it all out. While she was unaware, urine started to dribble out of her bare vagina and onto the bed. Then the dribble turned into a stream and the stream into a gush. She unconsciously squeezed her thighs together and the gush stopped. Her vagina, her ass, her thighs, her legs and her bed was now completely drenched in piss. Her dreams also took a sexual turn, she dreamt that a man was having intense vaginal sex with her while she was beyond exploding to pee with her bladder sticking out. The vaginal lubrication leaked on the bed forming a small patch mixed with pussy juice and piss. As the hours passed, although half-asleep, Bailey was not conscious of the fact that her abdomen is noticeably getting much bigger as more and more water is pumped into her already terribly distended bladder. It was 6:30am in the morning, the weekend has just begun and Bailey has been thirty three hours without a pee. Her eyes opened and it seemed like the pain was gone, though she and her bed did feel drenched. She noticed that her naked body was covered in sweat and urine. This was her own. Why was this? Bailey looked under her covers and saw that she not only wet the bed in her sleep, but her abdomen looked bigger as if she was eight to nine months pregnant and the bulge protruded up to her ribcage. Bailey gasped, feeling anxious and horrified and immediately she felt her lower body feel like its ripping itself apart and she covered her mouth, went underneath her pillow and screamed in such agonizing pain. It felt that if she got up, her bladder would literally rupture and burst inside her. She could have made due with the pain from yesterday, but this was truly beyond unbearable. Seriously she could not stand it! Her bladder felt like an anvil that was falling towards the ground at high speed. She could feel massive pressure in her pisshole which caused her to gasp again and all the now scalding volcanic hot piss was moving towards her urethra. It felt like a volcano that was ready to erupt. She could feel her bladder press painfully against her pubic bone and her g-spot and even breathing would add to the already agonizing and horrible pressure inside her. She could also feel massive pain in her kidneys and her back and her sides, they were starting to have trouble processing liquids. She couldn’t even scream or cry anymore or even breathe, she couldn’t even moan, she could only gasp and wheeze because if she did anything else, she would feel a stabbing pain in her lower abdomen. The pain from her pelvic floor and her bladder was excruciating and the pain from her pubic bone hurts much worse when she touches it. Her spine ached and hurt so much and even her vagina ached excruciatingly from the pressure. Breathing also added much pressure to her bladder so she had trouble doing so, she felt so faint that it felt like she was going to pass out from both the lack of oxygen and the tremendous pain inside her tiny eighteen year old body. Bailey weakly grabbed her glasses from the table next to the bed putting them on and looking at what’s happening to her body. She was shocked at what she did to herself. “My god, I can’t take this. I can’t stand it!” Bailey faintly wheezed “How did I do this to myself?” Then she remembered, the piss from two nights ago is still inside her, the piss from yesterday morning is still inside her, the orange juice is still inside her, the sweet tea and now the water all inside her massively overstretched bladder. It seems that she never learned from her mistake. Her eyes were watering and tears started falling down. The pain is so beyond excruciating that many thoughts crossed her mind “Am I going to get a bladder infection? Is my pee going to start backing into my kidneys and making me sick?” On top of that, Bailey couldn’t stop thinking about water or toilets. “God I need to take a fucking piss and get all this piss out of me before I put myself in the hospital.” She whispered out loud but felt a huge stabbing pain in her bladder and lower abdomen, she gasped in pain but that made the pain intensify. Speaking or even whispering added to the pressure in her overfilled organ. Her body was being ravaged by a series of spasms and bladder contractions and urine continued to dribble out of her pisshole and making her inner and outer labia more drenched in her own pee, it was doing everything it can to force it out of her body but she has held it in for so long that only little leaks would come out. This torture she is doing to herself is Hell. This was making her feel sick, she began to get worried about doing some serious damage to her kidneys, but still held on to the belief that she needed to use a toilet like a proper lady and still refuses to urinate in her empty 68oz cup. She had to call Selina for help, but Selina wouldn’t be awake at this time in the morning plus she sleeps in. It was still dark out and the downpour and the thunder continued to torture her mind from her empty window as she continues to think about water and peeing into a toilet. She could not think of anything else, she constantly thought of water temptations and she cradled her distended bladder while she was attempting to clench her teeth, they only chattered. She laid on her bed for hours, moving her legs inward and outward and moving them up and down squirming in her bed and sweating like a faucet while she cradled her lower abdomen. Then it reached 9:30am, thirty six hours holding her urine. The pain reached a point where she could not take it anymore, she thought she was damaging her body doing this, she needed to get her piss out, now! Bailey got out of her bed in her naked and wet state but felt a really sharp pain in her abdomen which made her feel nauseous, her face looked so pale and she looked like she was in a state of absolute distress. She covered her mouth with her hands to stop the loud wheezing so her neighbors wouldn’t hear. She waddled to her broken toilet. Despite the fact that the flushing mechanism was still broken, she sat on it rubbed her bladder bulge and tried to relax. Nothing would come out. Was she suffering from retention? “My goodness, I have to go to urgent care! I need a catheter!” Bailey started crying heavily in the bathroom sitting on the toilet while all of the sudden, she heard her cell phone ringing. She got off the toilet and walked over to her cell phone on the coffee table. There was no hiding anything from Selina anymore, she was going to know from the stress in her voice and her crying, and she just couldn’t stop it. Bailey swiped to answer and immediately answered “Selina is that you?” Selina laughed out loud “Of course it’s me silly, didn’t you add me to your contacts list?” Just then Selina noticed Bailey’s gasps, wheezing and tears on the other end “Hey, what’s the matter? You don’t sound too good.” Bailey decided that she was going to tell Selina the truth, she couldn’t hide anything anymore. “Selina. I need help. I have to pee so badly! I can’t hold it!” Bailey started crying heavily on the phone to Selina in which Selina responds with disbelief “Well what are you doing talking to me about it?! You’re not a kid, you’re an adult. Just piss in your broken toilet or get a cup and don’t freak out like this.” Bailey felt a strong stabbing pain in her abdomen again and gasped “I can’t get it out! I’ve been holding it for a day and a half! Thirty six hours! You get me? I’ve been holding my piss for thirty six hours! I wasn’t able to find a place with a working toilet and the traffic was absolutely congested and now my bladder is sticking out! I’m in so much pain!” Bailey wheezed louder this time as her speaking added more pressure in her lower belly. Selina was horrified and angered at hearing this “Oh my god Bailey! Why didn’t you just piss in a cup or on the road?!” Bailey felt embarrassed by her friend’s angry tone but at least she was telling her friend the truth. “I don’t do that! I’m a lady and I need a toilet!” Selina got fed up with what she was hearing “That’s it! I said I’ll be coming over there to hang out with you, but I am going to come over there, hold my badly needed piss for a minute and force yours to come out.” She hung up the phone. For the next fifteen minutes, Bailey sat on a bar stool her legs an inch from her bladder her feet also on top of the stool. She was trying her best to relax and stop crying. It hurt so bad, the pain was becoming too much for her to bear and she wasn’t sure if her kidneys were in a healthy state anymore. She moved her fingers through her urine drenched labia back into her vagina. She couldn’t bear being in this state, but minus the pain in her back and her kidneys, she imagined being penetrated by a guy’s monster cock while she is in this horrible condition. She tried to imagine the effect on her massively distended bladder while having his penis deep inside her love canal and thrusting hard. No she thought, her bladder would probably rupture and her pubic bone would hurt even more. Oh how she needed help, she never thought it was possible to have to piss this bad that your stomach is protruding out of your body and your kidneys are hurting and you feel anxious and sick and about to pass out. This was a hell of a lot worse than coming back from that trip to the museum when she was in junior high. She could not find comfort on this stool, she carefully got up from the stool and walked over to the sofa so she could put on some TV. It pulled up The Shallows, a scene played where Blake Lively was swimming and wading through Jellyfish underwater and being chased by a shark. The setting reminded Bailey of the ocean that was sitting in her lower abdomen and she felt a sharp radiating pain move all over her stomach and she leaked and spurted on her sofa from her bare pussy. Great, she didn’t just pee on her bed but now she pissed on her sofa. She thought about calling 911 until she heard a knock at her door. Bailey carefully got up from her sofa. Making sure not to squish her own bladder, she opened her door and saw Selina. Selina had a ponytail with black hair and in her own seifuku outfit except it was blue. She has a very slim figure with B cup breasts and she stared at a naked Bailey horrified by what she was seeing in her lower stomach on her petite naked body as Bailey did a slow pee dance, looking horrified and sweating like a fire hose and gasping. “Good lord Bailey, what did you do to yourself?!” Selina yelled in anger while pointing at her bulge while briefly putting a hand over her crotch. “I’m busting for a piss myself but you? Goodness gracious, how can you put yourself through so much pain?! Why do you have to piss so much?” Bailey couldn’t even speak a long sentence “It… hu-hurts!” Selina went to the kitchen to grab a pint glass and placed it underneath Bailey’s vulva which was sopping with pee. “Seriously Bailey. Don’t worry about being a proper lady. Just pee. Get it out now!” Bailey pushed the cup away “I-I… I can’t. I’m going to ho-hold it. I need-“Just before Bailey could finish her sentence, Selina pulled Bailey angrily to her face grabbing her by her shirt. “I’m not asking you, I’m telling you! Take a piss right now and get that out of your body before you damage your kidneys!” Just then, Selina noticed the empty sixty eight ounce cup on her dresser, she noticed that there was remnants of water in it. “Holy shit, Bailey. Did you drink a soft drink out of this and then refilled it with water and drank it all out too? And you didn’t even tinkle?” Bailey nodded her head once. “I-I f-f-filled it with… water halfway. I h-h-had… sweet tea bef-before that.” This sentence caused Selina to completely lose it on Bailey, she was absolutely furious now. “You added caffeine in the mix too? What the hell is the matter with you?! Seriously, are you trying to torture yourself? For what?! Are you actually trying to get a kidney infection?! Bailey Porter, we are absolutely going in the shower enclosure right now!” Selina snapped, she felt a spurt in her g-string but she didn’t care. All she cared about was the state of her friend’s urinary health confused and infuriated that her friend has held it for a day and a half. On that note, Selina angrily dragged Bailey into her bathroom in her shower enclosure. She motioned for Bailey to stay on the shower enclosure drain and then she rushed into the kitchen to find a measuring cup. She wanted to know how much urine was inside her friend’s bladder and she was going to use the mega cup to relieve her own. She placed the gallon sized measuring cup underneath Bailey’s pussy and looked at her sternly. “Bailey, we need to get it out. Take as much time as you need, but you need to take a piss very soon.” Bailey squatted over the measuring cup and tried to relax and pee. Two minutes later and nothing came out, she only felt a sharp pain in her stomach which caused her to gasp. “It’s not working. I think I need to go to A&E.” Selina held Bailey by the shoulders “I just think you are not relaxed. You keep thinking about the pain in your body and it is only going to get worse and you’ll get tenser.” Selina put her hand on Bailey’s distended lower abdomen and rubbed it which caused Bailey to gasp in pain. Selina immediately took her hand away. “I’ll try and help you relax, if nothing happens then I’ll call an ambulance. Come sit with me on the sofa.” With that plan in motion, Bailey got up and painfully waddled with Selina to her sofa. The two girls sat on the couch watching The Shallows as well as 47 Meters Down. Selina is still holding her full bladder not wanting to torture Bailey with the sound of her relieving herself. Bailey’s bladder on the other hand was still horrifyingly overstretched and pressing against her pubic bone and she was in an absolutely horrible state physically and mentally and the watery images on her TV were making her mental state worse as well as her pain. Selina was rubbing Bailey’s back and her bladder that was sticking painfully out of her abdomen. It was filled with so much liquid Bailey thought her bladder was going to tear. “My god, this is going right up to your ribs. It looks like a giant bowling ball is inside you.” Selina said in shock and concern for her friend. Bailey was crying and she looked at her friend with her teeth chattering “It-it fe-feels li-li-like- one is inside me. I’m in so mu-mu-mu-uch p-p-p-pain. My back and my kidn-n-neys are hur-r-rting. I-I-I’m about to burst and-and damage my body! It s-s-s-so so bad that-at-at my bl-bl-bladder feeeels like it-its going t-t-t-to rupture a-a-nd it won’t come out!” Bailey continued to wheeze and writhe on her sofa. Selina can only look at Bailey in horror, it really hurt her to see her friend struggling like this, a lot more than that museum trip back in junior high. “It feels like its going to rupture?” Selina asked in surprise, and her friend nodded her head up and down. She looked at the clock and noted the time. It was 1:30am, forty hours her friend has held it in. Selina had tried to relax Bailey to no avail. “Selina, my back!” Just then Bailey noticed a very sharp and consistent pain in her back and her sides and her kidneys and winced in agony and making squealing sounds as if she is being tortured by a demon. Her lower abdomen felt like it was going to tear and her pubic bone felt like it was going to crack and her bladder literally felt like it was going to burst inside her. The pain was becoming too much for her to the point where she uttered a mix of pained moans and squeals and she felt like she was going to pass out. “It’s okay Bailey, take some deep breathes, I’ll get you to A&E.” Just as all hope is lost, a stream of urine squirted out of Bailey’s sopping pussy onto her sofa. “I think it’s starting to come out.” Bailey said in shock. Selina then grabbed Bailey and took her into the shower enclosure along with the measuring cup and the sixty eight ounce cup. Bailey squatted over the measuring cup and Selina held onto Bailey. “Now Bailey, do what you did before.” Her friend started tearing up “I can’t believe I’m doing this, this hurts so much but I need a proper-“ Selina became furious again with where Bailey’s words are going. “NO MORE EXCUSES!” Just then Selina wrapped her arms around Bailey’s severely distended bladder and squished it. The pain was blinding and absolutely horrible, Bailey gasped very loudly. Finally, all the liquid that Bailey’s bladder contained for forty hours straight comes out in a giant gush. It wasn’t just a gush, it was a literal spray as if it’s a shower head spraying urine coming right from her vagina and the pee looked as clear as water. This was not yet relief, this was still blinding and torturous for her to feel. The spray felt so painful, perhaps even more so than keeping the loads of piss inside her. Selina herself began relieving her bladder by pissing into the empty sixty eight ounce mega cup. Bailey’s face turned red from the pain and she was screaming and crying in her shower enclosure. “Selina, please stop!” Her friend however isn’t having any of it “Are you kidding? Look at that measuring cup!” They both saw that the searing liquid has filled the cup past one quart and Bailey wasn’t even done pissing out what she has battled with since that trip to the anime convention. “How could you have done this to yourself?” Selina growled in anger as she finishes her pee. Bailey on the other hand was still pissing hard into the measuring cup. Her bladder isn’t as distended as it was before, it was decreasing in mass as more and more piss came out. Selina was horrified by what she was seeing. The liquid was filling the measuring cup past two quarts now with no sign of stopping. It took a total of three minutes for Bailey’s bladder to completely empty. Her stomach bulge was gone and she sighed, finally relieved of the pain inside her tiny petite body. Her pelvic floor however was seriously strained and hurting and her kidneys still burned, but not as bad as before. “Oh my god Bailey, look at that.” Both she and Selina looked at the measuring cup. It went past three point two quarts. “The bladder usually can hold under five hundred milliliters before it gets really urgent above that. You pissed out a little over three litres, you were just one away from a gallon. Your bladder could have ruptured and you could also have suffered serious kidney damage. How could you have put yourself through this torture? Are you out of your mind?” Bailey did not know how to respond. “I just wanted a proper toilet.” Selina growled again at her friend “Well consider what could have happened to you! You weren’t helping your situation by holding in that what must have felt like a giant stone inside your body. If everything in your body hurts like that, you need to let it out. I don’t care if you would do it in your panties or one of your sexy g-strings or whatever, I don’t EVER want to see you go through that again!” Bailey then kneeled on the ground looking right at the measuring cup she pissed in and saw how full the gallon measuring cup is. Embarrassed, Bailey started crying, the smell of her own piss filling her nostrils. Selina then realized how harsh she was with her words, she kneeled down to Bailey and moved the measuring cup. “Come on, you don’t need to be smelling your own piss.” Bailey took the measuring cup back and kept it close to her. “I’m already covered in my own sweat and pee, the smell of my own pee reminds me of what I went through. Oh god, my pubic bone is hurting still.” She held on to her left side of her pubic bone and had one hand underneath her vagina wincing in pain. “It’s okay Bailey. We’ll get you to a doctor to check you out. I also think we should check out your bladder and your kidneys too just to make absolute sure they are okay. You’re not going to go through this by yourself.” Bailey looks up to Selina and smiles. “Thank you Selina.” The two girls hug and then Bailey went to sit down on her sofa that was soaked with her urine and Selina went over to get her cell phone. Bailey went through some serious pain, and Selina believed that it was in her best interest to go see a doctor to get herself back to normal after such a painfully long holding of her urine inside her massive and painful bladder. Her pelvic floor was going to take time to recover from this horrific ordeal. She did not know how she got to this point, but what is done is done and she believes that this is the worst pain she has ever experienced in her life and vows never to put herself in this position or to experience this kind of bladder pressure ever again, or so she believed. This was truly a petite girl's wet plight.
  21. so i'm truly wondering if there are there any females here that are into controlling a guys bladder and having yours controlled by a guy!? telling each other when to drink and how much? i'm looking to do a hold really soon and i just think this would be really fun, and i have honestly wanted to that for a long time! i've got some alcohol too so you can add that to things i might have to drink!? 😋 i will not make it easy for you, at all when it's my turn to control, btw. So don't feel like you should take it easy on me. It's supposed to be a difficult challenge, so whatever happens, happens!
  22. Well it is currently 9:03 am, I haven't peed since last Night around maybe 11- 12 maybe, give or take. I've been drinking quite a bit ever since my last pee, a big cup of coffee (the biggest size from 7-11), a 20 ounce bottle of soda and alot of water! I have taken a few painkillers during all this time as well which makes it easier and alot more fun to hold it in! I have had to put my hand between my legs cross them and squeeze every so often, even stepped back and fourth a little bit to help me hold it in. There was a couple times I lost just a few drops or so which actually made it feel better and easier to hold even though it was a very little bit lol. So I've been holding it in for many many hours all while continuing to drink and have had to go pretty badly since about 5am or so but have been determined to hold it in as long as I possibly can until I literally can't stand it anymore and am about to actually pee myself! Honestly after some leaked out about over an hour ago i really seemed to have to pee so much less even though it was such a small amount that came out. So even now I don't have to pee as badly as I did a little before that happened but still kinda bad. But I'm just going to keep holding and keep drinking and see how much longer I can go without peeing! I plan to and hope to last a bunch of hours more so we shall see what happens! I haven't done a true hold in quite a while so I am trying to go all out and really enjoy this one! And hopefully hold it in until I literally have to rush to the toilet with my hands holding my crotch tight with my legs squeezed together just to make it there without peeing all over the floor! I have often (not in a really long time, like a little over a year maybe) held it in for an extreme amount of time, all while drinking a whole lot of most, if not all, alcohol. And I would just hold it in for hours while gaming with friends and I would be sitting there totally desperate, barely able to focus completely on the game and having to pug my hand between my legs often while crossing my legs and squeezing them. Rocking back and fourth alot and bounce my legs like crazy! I would even have to stand up a good amount of the time while doing the steps mentioned above. And despite being that unbelievably desperate and literally seconds from exploding, even leaking sometimes. I would still stay there and keep holding it in well passed the point of total desperation! Sometimes I would continue in that state of sheer desperation, sipping my beer and playing my game for an hour or sometimes even alot more! I'm not sure how I did it but I would also be getting very high while I did that (smoking alot of weed and taking a few painkillers) both of which honestly makes being that desperate SOOOOO much more fun and it makes it easier to hold it in as well! At least for me it does, but it definitely makes the feeling of being totally desperate to pee SOOO much more exciting and fun! My heart would literally be racing! I just LOVE the feeling of being desperate soo much and it is a really fun and exciting thing to do! And my fetish didn't start out like that, not really anyway. There were times when I would be really desperate to pee while I was out and I was in the car with my family and had to hold it for quite a while until we got somewhere I can pee, because I never liked and still don't like letting people around me know I have to pee so I really never say anything. But even during those times it maybe excited me a little bit but not like holding does now. I used to only be excited about girls being desperate and nothing else, but my fetish eventually kept growing and now everything pee related excites me so much it's insane! Well not everything pee related because I don't at all like other guys being desperate or wetting or anything like that. But Anything with sexy females being desperate, peeing themselves or anything really, and holding it in myself and even wetting does! I've even just peed all over myself in the tub before taking a shower, and now alot of the times I'll pee all over my hands and play around with it when I go to the bathroom whether I had been holding or not! I even tasted it a bunch of times and honestly I want SOOO badly for a beautiful girl to hold her pee for me until she can't anymore, and then pee All over me and get it everywhere and drink some right from the source! I've never done anything like that (haven't been with many girls) but I know for a fact it would be so damn delicious and I would love it more then anything! Anyways this might be a bit of a long post but to go back to the point of the topic, I will comment on here in maybe a few hours or so to update my holding progress if any of you ladies are curious as to how I do? And honestly I would love it if one or even multiple of you would PM me and control my bladder someday, as well as let me do the same for you! It would be a whole lot of fun and is something I have wanted to do for a really long time now! Hope you are all having a great and desperate day and I will comment again later with progress! Thank you to anyone that took the time to read this and comment!
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