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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 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
  6. 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.
  7. *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.
  8. 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.
  9. Charlotte sat as upright as a flagpole at the back table in a coffee shop. She wore a grey pantsuit and her hair tightly tied up in a bun. She’d been there for three hours. Every time the barista came by and asked if she was ready for the check, she refused and ordered something else as to not arouse suspicion, though she knew that it wasn’t normal to sit in a coffee shop by yourself for hours on end. People were talking, no doubt. The last thing she needed was attention. Too many cups of coffee and small crumbcakes later, her heart was beating fast and her bladder was so full that it was in constant pain. She fidgeted, but not just from desperation. She was incredibly anxious over her guest being late. Charlotte checked her phone. The last update was an hour ago, when he said he would be there as soon as he could. The only restroom in the shop was employees only, but he could arrive at any moment, so she couldn’t leave the shop for any reason. She sighed and tensed her thighs in response to her bulging, overfull bladder that pulsed agonizingly against her tight clothing. She needed to piss so bad. She wished he’d hurry up and get there already. She couldn’t remember a time where she needed relief this urgently. The bell on the door rang. Her guest had arrived. ”What happened?” she hissed. ”Something came up,” he muttered. ”Well, let’s just get this over with.” She took an envelope from her pocketbook and handed it to him, which he slid into his coat pocket. “It’s a list of names. Three or so.” She looked him in the eye. “By Friday.” He returned a stone cold look. ”How much?” he asked. ”One hundred twenty thou. The party emphasized Friday.” She crossed her legs, trying to hide that her need was an emergency. ”I’ll get it done,” he said, getting up. ”Wait! We can’t both leave at the same time!” ”Then you leave after me,” he sneered, then left. She sat there, still filled with an enormous amount of liquid that tortured her insides. She crossed her legs the other way and held her breath, focusing on keeping the dam closed. She watched him get into the passenger seat of a red car, but it didn’t leave. It just sat there. “Why isn’t he leaving?” she groaned to herself after a few minutes of waiting, her bloated belly pulsing with piss. She discreetly pushed her knuckles in between her legs, wanting any kind of relief she could get. The car was still there almost twenty minutes after that, but she couldn’t take it anymore. Every cup of coffee she’d drank had made its way to her bladder. It hurt so badly she couldn’t think. Risky or not, she needed to empty herself before she exploded. She wiped beads of sweat from her forehead and forced herself to her feet. She composed herself as much as she could as she paid for her things, then thanked the barista as she hobbled out the door. She made it across the parking lot with no leakage. As soon as she was inside her car, she squeezed herself with her left hand and hurriedly jammed the key in the ignition. A knock on her window startled her and nearly made her leak. “Get out,” the man said. It was her guest from before. A cold, anxious feeling formed in the pit of her stomach. She took the key out and did what she was told, grimacing at the pain in her howling tummy. She got into the back seat, where a man had a gun pointed at her. Charlotte was trembling from head to toe. “Where did you get these names?” the man asked as the car began to move. “T-The third party,” she whimpered. “And who is that?” he grumbled impatiently. “I- I can’t-“ “Who is it?” he nearly shouted. “I don’t know their name! I’m just the messenger. Jeremy knows the names.” She tensed her thighs. She needed to pee so badly. All she wanted more than anything was to relieve herself, but at the moment she feared for her life. “You know where to find Jeremy then, right?” She nodded. “Take us to him.” “He lives in Armington, on the southside.” “Take us to him,” he growled. She gulped. It was nearly a two hour car ride. “You’re going the wrong way. Armington’s north. Take 76.” “I can get to Armington. Just tell me where to find him when we get there.” “Can I ask what this is all about?” He didn’t answer. They drove in silence for a little over half an hour. By then, Charlotte was in extraordinary pain. Her bladder was so filled with coffee that it felt like it was going to tear. It bulged out of her like a melon. Every bump and turn made the massive amount of urine slosh around in her belly. Her legs were locked tightly together and she was gripping her pants so hard that her knuckles were turning white. She hadn’t leaked at all, though. She managed to keep every drop of liquid inside of her, even if it was torture. They’d been driving through the almost barren desert for a long time, and she’d made up her mind to face her fears and ask for a toilet break as soon as the opportunity arose. It did. A sign that read “1000 FEET- EXIT 36: FOOD, LODGING” passed by. “C-Can you stop at a restroom at this next exit, please?” she asked with a shaky voice. There was no response. She felt like crying. “Please, I really need to relieve myself.” “You’re just gonna run away as soon as you’re out of sight,” one of the men grumbled. “I won’t, I swear! I have nowhere to go!” They drove past the exit. She groaned in misery, doubling over as her searing bladder screamed in agony. “Please, it’s an emergency. I really- I can’t-“ she had to hold back tears. It hurt so bad. Charlotte was worried that she was doing actual damage to her organs at this point. It felt like there was a bowling ball in her stomach. “I think we need to stop somewhere,” one of the men said. “It’s better than a wet car seat.” The driver grumbled something and pulled over to the side of the road. She almost protested, as she was far too dignified to pee outside, but the pain was excruciaShe rushed to climb out, but the man next to her grabbed her arm tightly. “Try anything funny, you’ll regret it. Nothing out here but desert.” Charlotte squirmed in her seat, pulling her trembling arm away. “Ah!” she whimpered as she climbed out, urine sloshing around inside her. She rushed to undo her belt with shaking hands, doubled over and fidgeting. One of the men came around the car and guarded her. “At least turn around!” she said, halting the process for a moment. She needed to piss so badly she was on the verge of tears, but she still had some dignity. The man rolled his eyes and turned around. Charlotte pulled her pants down to her knees and squatted down. The ground remained dry. Her bladder was absolutely searing as it was squished against her thighs, but her urethra was clamped tight. She took a deep breath and tried to relax, but she was too uncomfortable in her surroundings. On top of being held hostage in a car with three dangerous men, she’d never relieved herself outside before. She closed her eyes and focused on emptying the gallons of hot piss she had contained inside her. It took a while, but she eventually began leaking a bit. It trickled slowly out of her tingling pussy, granting her very little relief. Something was better than nothing, though. “You done yet?” one of the men asked. “Give me a minute,” she said, annoyed, her pathetic stream faltering. “Well, hurry up.” “I need a toilet! I can’t go outside like this.” “Get her back in the car,” the driver said. “I’m tired of waiting.” “No, please!” she pleaded, stemming the stream and pulling her pants up as fast as she could. “I really can’t hold it! I need to go!” She was shoved into the car. She didn’t button her pants since she was still in serious pain. Her breath was bated and her hand was in between her legs as the car began driving again. Twenty minutes later, she was drenched in sweat. Every time she breathed in, it felt like her bladder was under pressure. Her knees were brought up, both hands were squeezing her crotch, and her head was rested back exhaustedly. She was on the verge of tears. “I can’t take it anymore,” she muttered, watching another exit sign come and go. “My bladder hurts so bad it feels like it’s gonna burst.” There was no response. She held back a choked, pained sob. “I- If you don’t stop at a toilet I don’t know what’s going to happen.” She wondered if her bladder could actually explode. Her pussy was tingling and her urethra was burning. Her stomach bulged out against her legs. Still, the men ignored her. The driver hit a pothole. It jarred her bloated belly, sending shockwaves of pain throughout her abdomen as the enormous amount of piss sloshed around inside her. She whimpered, bit into her knuckle, and started to cry. Ten minutes after that, the first leak happened. Charlotte gasped and squeezed harder, her urethra burning hot as the sun. She groaned miserably and doubled over, biting hard into the seat in front of her. A little while after that, it happened again, but with more force. She was starting to lose control. The third time, the leak turned into a forceful stream, which she tried her hardest to stop. “Ah! Owww...” Her legs convulsed in the effort to stop. Urine was pooling around her butt and leaking down her legs. By the time she finally managed to stop, she was completely drenched in pee, but there continued to be a searing pain in her still overfull bladder, which agonizingly ached as bad as it did in the coffee shop. “Uh,” the man next to her said, “I think we really do need to stop at a bathroom.” He seemed almost sympathetic to her situation. The driver glanced in the rearview mirror. “The damage is already done,” he said. “I- I still—“ Charlotte started, but didn’t finish. It was no use. She writhed in desperation, the wet fabric of her pants and underwear sticking uncomfortable to her skin. Her face was flushed red from the humiliation of having to sit in a puddle of her own urine like this. She shut her eyes and winced as he hit another pothole. About ten minutes after that, the driver began asking for directions to Jeremy’s house. She tried to keep the pain out of her voice, but it was in vain. The agony she felt from her intense need to urinate was almost unbearable. When they arrived, the two men in front got out of the car. “Make sure she doesn’t try anything while we’re gone,” one of them said. “I’m not going?” she asked, “wait, I have- I have to go. I need to use the bathroom. I really can’t hold it the whole drive back—“ They shut the door on her. She groaned, squeezing herself and leaning her head into the headrest in front of her. Her bloated belly pressed into her wrists. “I don’t know if this will help,” the man next to her said, dumping a gatorade bottle out the window. The sound of splashing liquid against pavement made her cringe. He handed her the empty bottle. “Can you use this?” Charlotte hesitated. She didn’t want to pull her pants down in front of him, but she also didn’t want to wet herself again, and she wanted relief more than anything else in the world. She took the bottle and skinned her pants down just enough so that she could hold it between her legs. Her ass and thighs glistened with urine. The poor, desperate girl took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and focused on relaxing her muscles. This was even worse than peeing outside, though, and the huge amount of pee remained contained within her small, trembling body. She glanced over at the man and caught him looking. He quickly diverted his gaze, and Charlotte turned an even deeper shade of red. After a few minutes of awkward silence, she spoke. “W-what is all this about?” She struggled to talk through her need to urinate. “Why am I here?” The man stared out the window. “The people on that sheet are members of an organization we have a partnership with.” He went into no further detail. “Will Jeremy be okay?” He nodded his head. “Will I be okay?” He looked her in the eyes. “As long as you do what you’re told.” She couldn’t keep the fear out of her face. He looked down at the bottle she was holding. “And if you don’t piss soon, I’m taking that back. I could get into trouble for helping you like this.” “I can’t. I- I-“ she began to cry. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t release even a single drop of pee. It hurt so badly. The walls of her bladder were stretched so far beyond her normal capacity that it felt like it was pressing on her other organs. “I need a toilet,” she sobbed. “Not a bottle and not the ground.” “This is what you got. It’s all I can do. I don’t want to sit here smelling your piss any more than you want to have to hold it.” “I’m in so much pain. Isn’t there anything you can do?” His face suddenly turned to fear. The other men were coming back. “Pull your pants up.” She hesitated. “Now! Or we’re both dead!” She pulled her pants up and dropped the bottle to the ground. She continued to cry. She couldn’t help it. The pain she was feeling was unbearable. She held herself for the small amount of comfort it gave, not to keep her pee in. If she could completely wet herself, she would do it in a heartbeat. One of the men opened her door, but didn’t let her out. “He told us the names,” he said, “but he didn’t know where to find them. He said you know that.” She nodded, squirming a bit. “Why don’t you tell me why you didn’t just tell us that in the first place and saved us two hours?” He was almost shouting. Charlotte stuttered. A wave of desperation caused her to wince and grip herself harder. The man’s eyes flicked down to her bloated belly. He suddenly drove his fist hard into her bulge, causing her to cry out in agony, tears streaming down her face. He kept his fist there, pushing it further into her stomach. The pain was blinding. She tried in vain to push his arm away, but the torturous feeling of his knuckles pressing down on her overfilled tummy drained her of her strength. “Please-“ she begged, “s-stop!” “Let her go,” the driver said, “we’ve lost enough time already.” He took his arm back and slammed her door. She still felt the ghost of his hand on her belly, as if it were still there. Her bladder spasmed unnaturally, irregularly palpitating like a damaged heart. She felt scared to move, lest she hurt herself even more. The car began to move. “Leonard Miller. Where can we find him?” the driver asked. Charlotte didn’t respond. She was crying, and actually trying to pee herself. “You shouldn’t have hit her, man,” the man next to her said. “I’ll hit her again if she doesn’t start talking!” “Goddamnit, I’m tired of this!” The driver turned into a gas station. “Somebody go with her. Make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid.” The man who sat next to her got out and opened the door for her. She shakily got out, doubled over and cradling her burning bladder. She hobbled slowly into the gas station and went straight to the one-person bathroom. The man waited outside. Although the feeling of the man’s fist in her stomach had subsided, the unbearable aching of her urine-filled organ was still searing. She sat down on the toilet and took a deep breath, ready to finally empty herself of the gallons of piss she had been holding for so long. She sat there in silence, though. She was still locked down tight. Charlotte felt scared now. What damage had been done? She started to cry again, massaging her bursting belly. Her hands were shaking with immense pain, and her urethra stung badly. ‘Maybe if I run the sink, it will be easier to find relief,’ she thought. She looked over at it and saw a small window above the mirror. It was then she felt a different kind of fear. It wasn’t the deep dread she felt for her damaged bladder, though it still screamed to be drained. It was mixed with anticipation and adrenaline. She put her immense need to urinate to the side for a minute and stood on the sink. She pushed the window open with a loud, rusty creak. It led out to behind the building, which was perfect. It wasn’t very big, though. She hoped to god she could fit through. She jumped up and dug her nails into the dirt, squeezing her body through the small opening. Her bladder squished against it, causing her to groan miserably, but she managed to get through. Then she took off as fast as she could, liquid sloshing around inside of her. She ran for a long time, not stopping for any reason, until she was blocks away from the men. It wasn’t until a particularly painful wave of desperation caused her to double over that she finally stopped running, panting and sweating, and still full of fluid. It was then she began to cry again. “You good?” someone asked. Charlotte looked up and saw a skinny blond girl in a crop top, short shorts, and high heels. “I- I dont-“ “Are you hurt?” Charlotte didn’t know how to respond. “I’m not hurt,” she said, struggling to compose herself. “Could you tell me where a bathroom is?” “It seems like it’s too late for that,” the girl said, looking at the dark patch on Charlotte’s pants. She turned bright red. “I can’t- I still have to-“ she stuttered, her legs shaking a bit as she felt herself start to leak. It gradually grew to a more powerful stream until urine was forcefully hissing out of her. She didn’t fight it. She closed her eyes and sighed in relief as her bursting bladder finally drained into her pants, completely soaking the fabric right down to her shoes. It streaked black down her legs and butt. Golden liquid began to escape from her drenched pants and patter to the pavement, forming a puddle that travelled down the sidewalk and into the gutter. Her belly bulge was deflating like a balloon. Finally emptying herself of the ocean of piss that she was holding was absolute bliss. Her stream finally trickled to a stop after what seemed like an eternity of pissing. “Damn,” the girl said, “you ruined your pants.” “I don’t even care,” Charlotte said. She echoed that sentence in her head to keep from crying from the humiliation. “You really had to go,” the girl looked at the river of urine that travelled from beneath Charlotte. “That’s so much piss! Why were you holding so much?” “It’s a long story,” she muttered, leaking a little more pee. “I have clothes you can borrow.” “Thanks.” She followed the girl to her car. “I’m Amber by the way.” “I’m Charlotte,” she half-smiled at her. “Are you sure I can sit down? I don’t want to ruin your seat.” “Just take off your pants and dry your butt.” She hesitated, but seeing as the other option was two hours of public transport back to her house, she did as she was told. She wore a black thong. She put a sweatshirt around her waist when they went into her apartment building. “You can shower if you want,” Amber said when they got inside. As Charlotte stood under the warm water, the reality of her situation hit her hard. She’d have to skip town. She may never see Jeremy again, if he was even still alive. When she finished her shower, she came out and found Amber on the couch, sitting oddly on her foot. “Hey,” Amber greeted, looking almost surprised. “You said you had clothes...?” “Oh right!” She hopped off the couch and looked around in the laundry basket, stepping around and squirming. “You alright?” Charlotte asked. She giggled. “I know why you were holding.” Charlotte gave her a weird look. “You don’t have to deny it,” Amber said, “I’m into it too.” “What are you talking about?” “Omorashi. Why else would you have been holding it for so long? And waited until someone was right there to wet yourself?” She pulled on the hem of her shorts. “I’m not judging you, but that’s not was I was doing.” Amber’s cheeks turned red. “Oh. What were you doing?” She sighed. She felt like she needed to talk to someone. It’s not like she had much to lose anymore. She sat on the couch and explained everything, starting from the beginning, about how she was an operative for an assassination agency that had turned against her, all the way up to the hours of bladder torture she’d been forced to endure. By the time she finished, Amber was sitting on her heel and she was gripping the sides of her shorts. “Wow,” she muttered. “Do you need to go to the bathroom?” Charlotte asked. Amber shook her head. “I can’t stand up right now,” she said casually. “Either you’re insane or you need to get out of town quick.” “I don’t really care if you don’t believe me, I just needed to get that off my chest.” “Do you have anywhere to go?” Charlotte shook her head. Amber winced and tapped herself between the legs before jumping up and rushing to the bathroom. She stopped outside the door, stepping and squirming in place. “I can help you if you want,” she said, “give you a ride somewhere or something.” “Thanks,” Charlotte said as the bathroom door closed, but she didn’t know where she’d go. Amber’s urine stream was long and hard, loudly splattering against the toilet water and porcelain. After Charlotte got dressed and they got in the car, the only direction she could give Amber was “far from here.” So with that, she started over. To Be Continued
  10. Premise: An alpha of unspecified gender is making their male omega hold his pee all through their sexual activity. The omega really has to go but he is really into his alpha dominating him and torturing his poor little bladder, so he submits.... All you need to know about this variation of omegaverse is that male omegas have a vaginal opening between their penis and anus. Instead of testicles, they have kind of a large, fleshy vulva area, a bit more pronounced than a real world female vulva. Female alphas (if that's what you read the alpha as) have an anatomy that typically resembles women in real life, but they're a bit taller, and when aroused, their clitorises extend to penetrate- and because they're alphas, they're BIG and they can knot. Male alphas (again, if that's what you read the alpha as) are your standard omegaverse male alphas. Big dicks, knotting and whatnot. >>> "Just keep sucking" The omega did as his alpha commanded from his kneeling position. His bladder ached for relief but nonetheless, he continued to service his alphas hard, pulsating length. With his hands, he squeezed on his own little omega cock through his pants between his legs, fidgeting as he did so. He was trying to ease his dire need to piss. Despite his desperation though, he was awfully aroused. His opening was throbbing and wet, while his dick was stiff between his fingers. "Just like that.." the alpha let out a low moan as they began to move their hips back and forth, dominating their omegas mouth and throat, "take my cock..." After several minutes of thrusting, pleasure, growing arousal and an increasing need for bladder relief, the alpha pulled out entirely and stepped back. "Stay," they commanded with a sadistic smirk. The omega whimpered but obeyed, as he squeezed himself tighter. The pair was outdoors, in a rather secluded area. They were on a camping trip to get some alone time. Stepping back just a few feet, the alpha adjusted their clothing appropriately before letting out a powerful stream of hot piss. It was the early evening and the weather was cool, so you could even see steam coming from it. The alpha moaned in relief and pleasure as they continued their extremely long and hard piss, greatly teasing their omega who wasn't yet allowed to set free his own stream. The alpha was still very much erect and even had the tiniest hint of a knot forming. The omega wondered if he was in for a good, hard fuck after this. As much as he desperately had to go, his arousal was strong and ever growing, and he was hopeful to have it relieved by his alpha. His question was answered as soon as the alphas stream finally started to die down. Kicking their pants away completely and quickly removing the rest of their clothes, the alpha was quick to get their omega on his back, quickly removing his clothes also, hungry to be inside of him. The omega was panting, both with arousal, and the dire need to let go of his pee. The hands squeezing his penis were replaced by just one of his alphas. They just squeezed the tip between their thumb and forefinger to keep his straining urethra from leaking out any fluid. With one hard thrust, the alphas huge cock was all the way inside their omegas dripping wet opening. The omega gasped in shock at how sudden it was. The alpha, still pinching his tip, leaned down to suckle his neck as he began thrusting back forth, quickly picking up pace. The omegas bladder could hardly take the pressure of being fucked. His alpha pressing their body down into his wasn't helping, nor was the increase in speed and their growing knot; but as much as it hurt, it felt incredible. The more his alpha thrust into him, the more he needed to be filled with their knot, and with their hot cum; but GOD did he desperately need to release his bladder! The pressure of what was happening was already agony; being stuffed full with a swollen alpha knot and filled with their cum was a terrifying thought, and right now, there was nothing this omega wanted more. >>> So this is what I've written of this so far. I wrote it originally a few years ago when I was really into omegaverse- I do still enjoy it; I was just more into it back then after first discovering it. Its funny though, because this story takes place between a male omega and an alpha of unspecified gender when usually, I'm more into f/f stuff. Anyway though, I remembered this story and decided to have a go at rewriting it, because I've started writing again, which is something I haven't done in a while. Specifically, I want to start doing erotic short stories. I think it would be really cool to make little digital books out of them, with some accompanying artwork, and with my background in graphic design, I can lay them out to look really nice as well. I'm not a particularly great writer, but I'm certainly not bad, and I think they would make some good editions to my Etsy store hehe Anyway, what do you guys think of this one so far? I'm also working on a piece where a forty year old psychologist tries to spice up her sex life by joining an anonymous sex club and encounters a younger woman who gives her the best orgasms she's ever experienced- it's actually turning out to be longer and have more exposition than I was originally planning, but I'm enjoying it nonetheless- that ones not an omo piece though hehe
  11. Megan smiled into her webcam, her left arm held over her naked breasts and her right hand covering her vagina. Countless messages flooded the chatbox on her page. “put the arm down bby” “show us you're pussy” “i dont have tokens pls show boobs” She fought hard not to sigh. It wouldn't be polite to the one or two people watching her cam who might eventually decide to pay her for her services. She glanced down to the timer on the bottom of the cam window; she had been streaming nonstop for nearly five hours. Not only was there nobody willing to pay up, but she really had to pee. She decided to treat her viewers before she turned off the webcam, and she dropped her left arm and leaned towards her laptop. “Sorry guys,” she said softly, reaching up to twirl her long red hair. “I've been streaming for five hours, and I think I'm going to call it a night.” A new message immediately popped up in the chatbox. “awww, why?” She flicked her eyes down at it, then back to the camera. “Well I'm really tired, plus if I'm being completely honest, I kind of need to pee pretty badly. Goodnight, everyone.” She reached for the mouse, stopping a centimeter away from the [X] on the top right of the window when she heard an unexpected chime. User Desp-Dungeon has asked you for a private show with a donation of 1000 Tokens. Megan's eyes went wide. Bloody hell, this guy just gave me a thousand dollars. After staring at the screen stunned for a moment, she shook herself back to reality. This was ten times more than she'd ever gotten from a single donation. It was a whole month's rent, and all she had to do was show a guy her privates for an hour, maybe masturbate a bit. I love camming. She immediately clicked [ACCEPT] and waited as the webpage loaded. She noticed that her right hand was absentmindedly pressing hard into her crotch, and she removed it right before the page finished loading. Her bladder felt very full, but she didn't give a damn in the face of $1000. I'll be fine for an hour. If it gets too bad I'll ask him if I can go wee...might be the type to ask if he can watch, but that's fine. If he won't let me go to the toilet, I'll lean my tits into the cam so he can't see my bottom and secretly wee on the floor. I've almost been forced to do that before, never thought I'd be thankful for laminate flooring. She refocused on the webcam, grinning widely. “Hello!” she said cheerfully, waving enthusiastically into the camera. Her eyes moved to the chatbox as a message popped up. “I will donate another $1000 if you dial this phone number.” The number immediately followed. Megan blinked. This was new. “If you'd like to speak personally, you can request a two-way cam,” she said into the camera. “I'm fine with it, I don't care if you've got your cock out.” “No. Dial the number for another $1000, or end the session. If you don't want me to see your number, you can dial *67 before the number to call as Unknown.” Megan furrowed her brow. “One moment,” she mumbled. She quickly tabbed into Google, checking if the *67 trick was true. It was. She switched back to the cam page. “Alright, I'm going to call. If this is something fishy, I'm going to end the session immediately, sod your money.” “Of course,” said the chatbox. She flipped around on her bed, exposing her rear to the camera as she reached to her nightstand for her mobile. Turning back around, she looked at the number and slowly dialed it before pressing send. Her bladder was throbbing now, but curiosity had the better of her. The phone didn't finish ringing even once before a woman's voice answered with a “Hello, Megan.” As she said it, the 1000 Token donation blipped on Megan's screen. Megan snorted a short laugh. “Wow, I wasn't expecting a girl,” she said, losing her politeness for a moment. “Is that a problem?” the voice responded. “Oh, I apologize, not at all. I mean, I am straight, but I have no problem showing myself to anyone who pays. I'll do anything you like. Listen, I'm so sorry to ask this, but it's easier to ask another girl...I'm absolutely desperate for a wee right now, would you let me go to the toilet first? I won't take the time out of the session.” “I heard you say you needed to pee in the public cam. That's why I opened the session.” Megan grinned. “You'd like to watch, is that it? That's no problem. I'm sure it will be a good show for you if you're into that, I really need to go.” “No,” said the woman. “I want you to hold it in. As long as you possibly can, until it forces its way out of your body against your will.” Megan stared into the camera, her mind racing. “I've heard of this fetish, but I've never had it in my cam before. But...I don't know, it already hurts. Even if I tried, I wouldn't last very long at all. I wouldn't be giving you your money's worth.” “You would be surprised at your capacity if you truly bring it to your limit. I will donate $100 for every minute you hold it in. But first, you must drink four cups of water. And bring your laptop with you, no sneaking to the bathroom off-camera.” Megan's mouth fell open. Even if I only make it half an hour, that's three thousand dollars. My God... “You're on,” Megan said. “I'll hold on as hard as I can.” She unplugged her laptop and got to her feet, groaning as the weight of her bursting bladder increased. “You really do sound desperate,” the voice said. “I also notice your English accent, but your cam tag says you're in America. How long have you lived in the States?” “Only six months,” Megan responded, struggling to walk straight with the pressure in her belly and the laptop in her arms. “Moved here for university. That's why I'm camming, to make money for it. Most young cam girls are doing it for the same reason.” “Indeed,” the woman said as Megan entered the kitchen of her apartment. “Set the laptop down somewhere facing the sink, and get drinking.” Megan set down the laptop on the counter and put her mobile on speaker. “Have you got a name?” Megan asked. “You can call me Kay,” the woman said. “Drink.” “Yes, yes, I'm on it,” Megan mumbled. She flipped open the cabinet above the sink and pulled out a large mug, then turned the tap on. The sound of the water overwhelmed her, and she bent over, forcing both hands between her legs and moaning loudly. “Oh, bloody hell,” she groaned. “Don't wet yourself now,” Kay said. “You're already at three hundred dollars.” “I thought the time began after I drank,” Megan panted. “Not that I'm complaining.” “I decided to be nice,” Kay responded. “Well, thank you, Kay. Oh wow, it's really hard to hold it with the water on.” She pulled her right hand out and grabbed the mug, filling it quickly. “I guess I'll get this over with fast.” She chugged the mug of water and filled it again, downing the second just as fast. She focused on holding herself as she drank the next two mugs over another three minutes before shutting off the tap. The laptop dinged, and she saw the $600 donation. “You must be incredibly wealthy,” Megan said. “You've got no idea how much you're helping me.” “I am, and I do,” Kay said. “This is not the first time I've done this. Now that you're done drinking, would you like to return to your bed, or stay in the kitchen? You can go anywhere you like, as long as I can see you.” Megan thought for a moment. “I think I'll stay here. I'm afraid I'll wet the bed if I sit back down on it.” “Makes sense,” Kay said. “Plus, most women seem to find it easier to hold their pee while they're standing. Just make sure I can see your whole body and the floor you're on, I don't want you sinking below the camera and letting any out.” “Anything you say,” Megan laughed. “So like, do you want me to keep talking, or would you rather I stay quiet while you...” “Oh, I'm not masturbating,” Kay said quickly. “This is...research, of a sort.” Megan laughed again. “I've no idea what 'sort' that may be, but whatever you say.” “You know that I am very wealthy,” Kay began. “It is very old family wealth, and I have never experienced the struggle of paying for college. If you do not mind me asking, what kind of money are they looking for?” Megan hesitated at answering such a personal question. Then she realized that she was standing in front of a webcam, stark-naked, fighting a bladder that was about to empty itself on her kitchen floor. Couldn't get much more personal than that. “It's about thirty five thousand,” Megan said. “Camming helps, but I don't know what I'm going to do over time...” “Indeed,” Kay said again. “How do you feel? Please be very detailed.” Megan was bent forwards, both hands held against herself as waves of pressure thrashed her privates. She knew that the water she just drank could not have reached her bladder yet, but it had gotten so much worse. “I feel like there's a watermelon in me,” she moaned. “The pressure is so intense. I feel it all over my belly and in my pussy, down my legs and even in my chest. I've never had to wee this badly in my life.” “Good,” Kay whispered mercilessly. “Listen, I want you to stand up straight. Then, turn sideways to the camera and lean back slightly.” “Nooo, I'll wet myself,” Megan nearly shouted. “If that happens, so be it. You know that it's inevitable anyway. If you want more money, you won't let that happen though. Now do it.” Megan knew that arguing was pointless. As long as she kept paying, Megan was completely at Kay's mercy. She struggled to stand up, crying out as the massive pressure increased even further. Her legs locked up as she stood, and she held her arms out to her sides with her fists clenched. “Now turn sideways and lean back,” Kay's voice came through the phone. “Myeeehh,” Megan whimpered. She slowly shifted sideways and released a sustained moan as she forced herself to lean back. “Wow,” Kay said softly. “You have a beautiful bladder.” Megan had never received a stranger compliment, and she had gotten A LOT of strange compliments in her time on camera. She looked down, surprised at the protruding shape on her belly. She reached and placed her left hand on it, wincing at the insane sensitivity of the spot. It was hard as a rock, and so visible. “I never knew this could happen,” Megan exclaimed. “It's so sensitive, I've never felt anything like this. When I touch it, I feel like a shockwave around my whole body. I can't believe I'm saying this, but it...it actually feels kind of good. I mean, it hurts like hell, but the sensations are astonishing. I actually feel a little turned on.” “That's amazing news,” Kay said. “By the way, you're at fifteen hundred dollars already. You're doing good. My last subject wet herself after eight minutes, after drinking the four mugs. She was...disappointing. The one before that never got desperate enough to wet herself. She had to pee at first, I'm sure, but when she realized I was paying her to hold it, she said that squatting down would help. She dipped below the camera, and when she stood back up, she started putting on a show about it. Dancing around and crossing her legs and the like. The thing is, when you know bladders like I do, you know that's not what it's really like to be at the bursting point. Look at you...you're locked up so tight, all your muscles contracting visibly. I can tell that you're truly desperate. I knew that she had peed on the floor when she squatted and was just trying to get more cash out of me. Unfortunately, she did get a lot of money before I ended the session. Oh well, if I didn't get through the ones like her, I would never find the good subjects like you.” Megan wasn't sure how she felt about being called a 'subject.' However, between the money flowing into her bank account and the water flowing into her bladder, she couldn't find the ability to care too much. “I have a question,” Megan panted. “There are so many thousands of cam girls out there, how do you find the ones who need to pee?” “Good question,” Kay said. “The trick is to use websites that list how long a cam has been on for. If a woman has been running nonstop for five or six hours, it's a good bet that her bladder would be pretty full. I open a cam and see if they're exhibiting signs. Squirming, crossed legs, strained face and the like. If so, I start a private chat with a hundred dollars and ask them if they have to pee. If they say yes, I keep it going. If not, I end the chat and let them keep the hundred. You, on the other hand, said you needed to pee the moment I entered your chat. You were just about to leave too, that's why I donated the thousand to get your immediate attention and stop you wasting a full bladder.” Megan smiled. “I'm glad to help,” she said with a chuckle that vibrated her bladder, causing her to moan again. “Two thousand,” Kay said. “You're doing an amazing job. I'm going to ask you to face me and spread your legs about two feet.” By this point, Megan knew better than to argue. She slowly turned towards the webcam and opened her legs. The moment her feet settled, a tiny spurt of wee burst out of her and splattered on the floor. Her hands flew towards her crotch, but Kay shouted “WAIT!” Megan froze, every muscle in her body strained to their limits. “Do not hold yourself,” Kay demanded. “Stand perfectly still, hold it in with your willpower alone now.” Megan closed her eyes. She had never felt anything like this. Her whole body was so sensitive that she was pretty sure that she could feel the universe. She hadn't felt the universe since she had done shrooms at her eighteenth birthday party. Her belly was so heavy, the pressure against her privates so strong, the throbbing so intense. She stood as a statue, time passing at an unknowable rate, standing in complete silence until Kay broke it with “You are magnificent. You made thirty five hundred dollars so far. Your bladder is so full that you look pregnant. Please, come to the laptop. I want to look into your eyes for a moment.” Megan opened those bright green eyes and took a step forwards, and then she wet herself completely. It happened so suddenly that she couldn't believe it. As soon as she moved her leg, her bladder erupted with the white-hot intensity of ten thousand supernovas. She reflexively closed her legs, the wee spraying from her thighs in every direction, splattering across the floor and soaking even the kitchen cabinets that she stood beside. She screamed out loud, first from surprise, and then from pure pleasure. Her knees went weak and she lost her balance, and despite her reaching for the counter, she fell onto her rear. Her legs fell open and her stream shot at least five feet forwards. All over the floor, the cabinets, the table and some chairs. She realized that she would ruin the entire kitchen at this rate, and she placed her hands between her legs. Not in an attempt to hold it in again, there was no chance of that, but to stop it from flowing freely. She couldn't believe how hot her pee was as it cascaded against her hands, and even more surprising was the absolute pressure with which it burst out of her. In the back of her mind she noted how okay she felt about laying in her own wee. It should have weirded her out, but it just felt good, it felt warm, and the primal relief was so strong that nothing else mattered to her. She fell back and exhaled, keeping one hand against her privates so the stream stayed focused on the floor. She had no idea how long her wee lasted. It seemed like a century. Right when the stream finally began to die down, she felt something building inside of her. With almost no warning, she had a leg-shaking orgasm on the spot that took what was left of her breath out of her. She went completely limp, her hand falling to her side. Luckily the stream had weakened enough to stay off of the furniture, and after many more seconds it slowed to a stop. She just laid there, caught up in this primordial pleasure, unlike anything she could have imagined. Minutes passed. “...Megan?” Kay's voice called softly from the mobile on the counter. “Yeh?” Megan wheezed weakly from her place in the massive puddle of wee. “You are currently my favorite person in the world,” Kay said. “That was...well, there is no other word for it than 'legendary,' I think. I know the sensations you are feeling right now are overwhelming, but I need you to stand up and come to the phone.” Megan did as she was asked. It took her a long time to get to her feet, and she slowly made her way across the kitchen, being careful not to slip in her wee. She quickly dried her hands on a paper towel and took her phone, turning off speaker and putting it to her ear as she looked into the webcam. “Kay...I don't think...I can talk too good right now...” “I know. Just listen. You pass. Ten years ago, with my wealth, I decided to produce a special variety of adult movie. I am the only person in the world who produces this type of content at this level. I want to hire you. Come to my studio. Five days. Five million dollars.” “Adult movies...?” was all that Megan could manage to mumble out. The amount of money was simply incomprehensible to her in her current state. “Yes. You will not be required to have sex with anyone. You will not be required to work with any other actors in any way. Only me. All you need to do is hold your pee to your very limit, as many times as you can. Megan exhaled deeply. She had no idea who Kay was. She had no idea what she was in for. All she heard was 'money.' She would never have to work. Never have to struggle. Her life would be made, unquestioningly. She tightened her grip on the phone and steeled herself. “What would you have me do?” TO BE CONTINUED.
  12. there is a video i have seen rather a long time ago of three lesbians on a sofa each with full bladders. they start pushing on each others bellys to stimulate there bladders and let ou some amazing moans. then proceed to pee onto each other and have sex. if anyone could find it and upload it or put up the link i would be very please thankyou
  13. There was a agency where you could rent girls and boys for special sex activities. Girl for girls- boys for boys- sadomasochistic- boundage- spanking and something more. A guy who like it if girls need to wee but don’t go, if they can not go, if they are not allowed to go, a guy who like it if a girl hold, or has to hold her full bladder for hours, called at this agency. He asked if they would have a girl which would hold her pee for him, as long as she can. The man on the phone told him, that they don’t have special girls for for that, but all their girls are used to hold it. The rules for the girls are so that they are not allowed to go to the loo without permission. The girls has always to ask if they can go and if he would deny her to go, she would have to stay and hold it. The girls have to obey . The guy started to talk more about his special wishes and so he said that the girl should have a large bladder and a good ability to hold it, so that she could last a long time without to wee. The agent told him that he did take, some weeks ago, one of their girls on a “business journey “. He noticed that this girl did not go to the loo, all day long. He told him that the girl is new in their group. She is young and very slim and if he like it if girls are young and very slim, than this could be a girl for him and for his desire. The guy was happy about this fast and for him perfect offer and said that he would like to “try” this girl for a long weekend. The man had some extra wishes for the meeting. The girl should not know that he would make her hold. The situation should seem absolutely naturally. The girl should think that her desperation develop from the circumstances and not on purpose. The bus ride would last a little bit longer than 3 hours for the girl and the man wanted that the bladder from the girl should be pretty full when she arrives. On this special day, they made the girl drink coffee and mineral water and did not give her a opportunity to go to the loo all morning. A man from the agency, did bring her at noon to the bus station. He was told to take care, that she did not pee on the way to the bus. At the station the man told her, that the ride would last about 3 hours and that her customer would pick her up at the final station. The girl was a little bit shocked and worried. She was already needing to wee and to hold it for 3 hours more, would be a long time, so she asked “ may i go to the loo before i leave?” She crossed her nude, slim legs to demonstrate that it would be urgently. ”No sorry!” said the man “ there is no loo around here and the bus is leaving in a few minutes. There is not enough time for you to wee, but you are a big girl, i think you can hold it.” and smiled. The man was total aroused from this situation. He did know that this pretty girl was needing to wee, he did know that she had to hold it for 3 hours longer and that her costumer would not let her go for hours more, this was total exciting for him. The man called the guy on the phone and told him that the girl is already in the bus. He told him that she wanted to wee before she went in the bus and that he did not let her go. He told him that she did not pee since she did get up early in the morning and that she was made to drink a lot. That was like music for the guy. Both were turned on from the thought on the girls full bladder and how she had to squeeze her young pussy shut, to keep her panties dry. The poor girl was needing to wee so bad, but she captured like a prisoner, with her full bladder, in the bus. Danja, so was her name, did not know that she was prepared, to have a full bladder for her customer. Really bad, first they made her drink and then when she was needing to wee, they did not let her go. Danja was hoping that there would be a loo at the final station where she could go as soon as they arrive. There was a loo, but the guy did not give her a chance to use it. He did bring her straight away from the bus to his car. Danja was sitting beside him, her mini skirt was fare up on her thighs. He had his hand on her nude thigh and glided up, nearly to her panties. ”You looks really great, exactly how i like girls, young and very slim. Your legs are amazing. I am glad that you are her, i think we will have her nice weekend.” said the man. The girl smiled and hoped that it would not be far to the guy’s house where she could finally take a much needed wee. The man wanted the opposite, no wee for the girl. He wanted to make the girls bladder big and hard as a melon. Half hour later they was in the city on a kiosk. The man ordered 2 glasses of champagne and said “ Cheers and welcome.” Danja was needing to wee so bad, but instead to wee, instead to let something out of her overfilled bladder, she had to drink and make her poor bladder fuller. It was torture for her and for her bladder. She did not know what to do. She did not know how much longer she had to hold it and she did not know how much longer she was able to hold it. The girl did try to hide her need so good as any possible. She had to cross her beautiful, nude legs, but this are girls doing without any reason. The man did know very well, why she was doing it and did enjoy this for him so arousing situation. Danja squeezed with her slim thighs her pussy shut, to keep her panties dry. All girls from the agency was trained to hold it and was used to wait for a natural opportunity to pee. So Danja had to hold it, how bad it ever would go and the man did know that. He ordered a second glass of champagne and said “ one more of a nice weekend.” The girl said “ I am sorry, i can’t drink anymore, I am needing to wee so bad, I am doing it in my panties, if i drink some more and can’t pee.” ”Oh i see “ teased the guy “ my poor little pee girl needs to wee so bad, but i think you are big enough to hold it a little longer. One more glass and then we try to find a loo for you.” The poor girl had to obey, but would her bladder obey to her? The guy had all the time of the world. Danja could not hide her urge anymore, she was standing with her legs tight crossed and bending over. She looked with pleading eyes to the man and said “ Please bring me somewhere, where i can wee, i am needing it so bad.” She did try to explain why she did need to pee so bad. She told him that she did not go since 5 am, she told him that she did drink all morning and that she was needing to wee before she went to the bus. Danja thought that the man would have pity with her and that he would bring her so fast as possible to a loo, but to bring her to a loo, was total the opposite from that what the man wanted. The poor girl could not stand straight anymore, she was rubbing her knees and said “i am sorry that i I’m acting like a school girl, but i am needing to wee cince so long, you can’t imagine how bad i need to wee and how painful it is to hold it for so long.” The man looked at her and said “You don’t have to be sorry, i have to be sorry, i am really, really bad. You can’t imagine how that turns me on if a pretty girl like you, needs to wee so bad as you.” The guy was horny like hell, he did offer her to pay the double charge, if she don’t go to the loo, if she hold her wee for him. The girl was total surprised about this offer. Nobody before wanted to pay her for not to pee, for holding her bursting full bladder. ”I would like to earn more money and i would like to enjoy you, but i really can’t, i am needing to wee so bad, i am doing it in my panties, if i can’t go soon.” the girl said and pressed her short skirt between her slim thighs, so that they was nude up to the top. The man was so aroused, he wanted more of it, he could not get enough and he said “ I think that you can hold it longer if you just want it. Your girl’s are always good in holding. Once I had a girl, she could hold her morning pee all day long, sometimes until late at night. I think you are good in holding too, you are a strong girl, you can endure more and your bladder can endure more, you just have to do it. Hold it! The guy told her that they would go for a early, fast dinner. She would be not allowed to go to the loo at the restaurant. Then he would bring her home to his house and there she should hold it for him so long as she can, or better so long until she can’t no more. The man did persuade the girl to do it for him and she did agree. Danjas bladder gets really tortured at the next part of my story. I hope you like it!?
  14. Another commission from over on my Tumblr! If you like what you read, consider commissioning me--I'll have an official post on that up once I finish uploading all of my old works from my Ao3. For now, I hope you enjoy part one! *** “Are you having fun, babe?” Alex grimaces, doing his best to smile as he turns around in the pool, ignoring the way the cool water brushes up against his chest. He’s been at the waterpark with his girlfriend Nadia for four, maybe five hours now--it had been her idea, as a final end-of-summer activity before the two would have to return to their last year of university together--and for the first three and a half or so, he’d been having a great time. It’s sunny out, the perfect weather to go to the beach or the pool or a waterpark, they’ve already knocked all of their summer homework out of the way, and he’d just turned twenty-one earlier in the summer, meaning he’s finally legally allowed to drink. Nadia has made sure to celebrate that last part over the course of the day, always ushering him back towards the bar at the far end of the park to grab more drinks. They’re not trying to get drunk--Alex is pretty sure he’ll want to remember what happened today when he wakes up tomorrow, and with his past experience with alcohol, anything past a few beers will probably make it so that he won’t remember a thing--but Nadia had been so convincing, always offering to pay and promising that she’ll stay sober enough to drive home without getting pulled over by the cops. And besides, it is their last week of summer break before school starts again. Doesn’t he deserve to live a little, get a little tipsy and have some fun? That had been his mindset two hours ago, anyway, when he’d drank with no precautions. Now, he’s not thinking about having a good time before school starts. Now he isn’t thinking about anything that isn’t the throbbing ache coming from his bladder, reminding him every second of exactly how much beer he’d had throughout the day. Four big, viking-worthy glasses, probably closer to half a pitcher than a mug, plus the water he’d insisted on having alongside it to keep himself from going too far too fast. God, no wonder his need is so strong. He can’t even remember when it was he last went to the bathroom, either--was it all the way at the beginning of the day, so many hours ago? “Alex?” Nadia sing-songs, snapping him out of his trance as she swims closer to him, pressing a hand to his chest. “Are you having a good time?” “Of course,” Alex says automatically, squeezing his legs tight together under the water. They’re situated roughly in the middle end of the wave pool, where they’ve been wading for about a half an hour, diving under the water and chasing each other around, having races to see who’s the faster swimmer. (Alex, being on the swim team in high school, usually won, but sometimes he let Nadia win just for fun.) The waves are turned off right now, but he’s pretty sure they’re gearing up to come back any second now, as they’ve been coming and going in fifteen minute intervals since they arrived. It’s fairly easy to move around right now, too; the water is calm, the floaties and foam toys spread around the pool are all at a standstill, and there aren’t many children darting around in the shallow end, blocking the path to get out. It would be a perfect time to excuse himself to the bathroom and take care of his rather pressing need, which is pretty much the only thing he wants to do at the moment. But Nadia is here, smiling up at him happily as she treads water (it’s cute that she’s so short she can barely stand in the deep end, but he can’t focus on that right now) with an expectant look in her eyes. She’s having fun where she is, in the pool with him, and the last thing he wants to do is ruin it for her over some silly need he should have more control over as a twenty-one year old man. He can hold it for just a little bit longer, if it means she’ll have a few more minutes of fun. “I bet I can beat you to the deep end!” Nadia exclaims, her mouth curling into a little grin as she pushes her dark hair, sleek with water, over her shoulder. “Come on, before the waves start up again!” “What are you, five?” Alex laughs tightly, even though he’s the one in the childish situation. He feels more five than he has in a while, all thanks to the urges coming from his abdomen. There’s no way he’ll be able to race her again without making himself seriously desperate, but he doesn’t want to flat-out say no to her. (Saying no to Nadia is probably his least favorite thing in the universe, and it shows.) “Scared you’ll lose?” Nadia taunts, eyes glimmering with mirth as she does so. “Come on, it will be fun!” And it’s that sight, the look on her face which she’s given him a thousand times before, that finally makes Alex put aside his uncomfortableness and agree. “Alright, fine,” he sighs, playing along with her challenge. “Last one to the deep end is a rotten egg.” “Yeah!” Nadia crows triumphantly, before running a hand across the surface of the pool towards Alex, splashing him in the face with drops of cool water before she takes off. Alex laughs, diving into the water and chasing after her, putting all his strength into kicking beneath the surface with his muscular legs. Fuck. If he’d thought treading water with a full bladder was hard, it’s nothing compared to actually swimming. With each kick he feels like he’s about to leak, his legs spreading apart and muscles growing tired with every stroke. Having his legs forced apart over and over again is borderline painful, and since his arms are busy propelling him forward in the water, there’s nothing left to keep the pressure on his crotch from the outside. God, he can feel the pee just sitting there, begging to be let out. But he can’t pee in the pool! There are so many other people there, enjoying their family vacations together in the same body of water that he’s in. It would be more than rude to contaminate the water they were swimming in with his body’s own type of water, regardless of whether anyone else could tell or not. And besides, he wouldn’t want to be swimming in it, either. “I win!” Nadia cries as he surfaces, his hands shooting up to hold onto the wall when he wishes they could shoot down to hold his penis instead. He settles for crossing his legs under the water and moving his hips back and forth as gracefully as he can, hoping that the wave of pressure he’d just felt goes away as quickly as it had come. “You know what that means. Loser buys another round of drinks!” “Ah,” Alex pants, glancing warily towards the bar as he continues to fidget underwater. “More drinks? I’m not really thirsty, you know…” “You don’t drink beer because you’re thirsty,” Nadia points out with a pout. “You drink it ‘cause it’s fun. Besides, it’s hot out! Don’t you want to stay hydrated?” I’m plenty hydrated enough, thank you! his mind protests. I don’t think I could put more liquid in me if I tried! “I’ll buy something for you,” he reasons instead, hoping his voice doesn’t give him away. “I’m already feeling buzzed enough.” Nadia’s pout deepens, but she moves on fairly quickly as the water around them shifts. “Oh, the waves are starting again!” she exclaims excitedly as the pool around them begins to fill with movement. “Come on, let’s swim back to the other end so I can stand!” With that, she turns around in the water and kicks off from the wall, gliding through the waves effortlessly, like some kind of Grecian goddess. Her long, dark hair trails behind her, clinging to her back when she resurfaces, but Alex doesn’t have the capabilities to appreciate his girlfriend’s figure right about then. His entire body is frozen against the wall as his head fills with the sound of water splashing against water, crashing upon the sides of the pool and lapping at his chest. All of a sudden the only thing he can hear is dripping, churning, running water, and the noises seem to be going straight from his brain to his bladder. God, he hadn’t realized how seriously bad he needed to go until now, with waves upon waves of liquid moving around him. His bladder feels so full and heavy inside of him, like a water balloon that’s overfilled and ready to pop at any second. All those beers, all that water… It’s all still inside of him, and he’d bet that there’s even more still traveling down from his kidneys into his bladder, ready to overinflate it even more than it already is. He sucks in a deep breath and presses the front of his body further against the wall, trying his best to create pressure against his crotch. He doesn’t dare grind down--the wall of the pool is rather gritty, and he’d prefer not to harm his genitals in any way if he can help it--but it’s a tough battle to fight. He wishes the water weren’t so clear so that he could reach down and grab himself without anyone there to judge him, but the waterpark is so crowded, and he’s sure he wouldn’t be able to get away with it. (Oh, but holding himself sounds absolutely heavenly right about then.) Nadia, who had already swam a few feet away, turns back to give him a questioning look. “Aren’t you coming?” she asks, thankfully not noticing his strange body language, his hunched shoulders or gritted jaw. “Come on, my legs are getting tired.” “C-Coming,” Alex says, thrusting his hips forward against the wall one more time before pushing off towards the shallow end. He doesn’t dare front crawl his way over this time--that would be much too much for his poor, swollen bladder to handle. Instead he doggy paddles towards the shallower side of the pool, trying his best to appear normal in front of the families that are watching him. Inside his body, his bladder throbs agonizingly, demanding that he release its contents as soon as he can. He sucks his lip between his teeth as he paddles over, clenching his sphincter muscles as hard as he can until he makes it far enough that he’s able to stand. As soon as he does that, he crosses one leg over the other and bobs up and down in the water, breathing heavily as he shifts his hips from side to side. He needs to get to a bathroom as soon as possible or he’s going to get wet in an entirely different way (one that will be much less fun for everyone involved). Reluctantly, Alex uncrosses his legs and moves forward, but every step sends tiny vibrations up his legs and across his abdomen. He gasps as a strong urge hits him, bending forward at the waist and locking his knees together under the water to fight against the throbbing pressure. His hands ball into fists at his sides, nails digging into the skin of his palms as he does his best not to let them fly to the front of his swim trunks. If he was worried about people seeing him in the deep end, there’s no way he’d be able to go unnoticed in the shallow side. He’s just deep enough for the waves to crash straight against his abdomen, water licking at his bladder from the other side, tempting it to release without his permission. “Ah,” he gasps, grabbing the front of his thigh and hooking one knee over the other in an attempt to keep himself from going right then, right there. He needs to get himself under control, and soon, before his desperation reaches uncharted levels. Unsteadily, he staggers forward, only to suck in a sharp, pained gasp as his lower body leaves the water. If he thought his need was bad before, it’s absolutely nothing compared to what he’s feeling now. It feels as if another pint of beer has just been dumped straight into his bladder, filling it to the brim and stretching it to its utmost limit. He realizes with a start that the water from the pool had been the only thing keeping him on the safer edge of desperation--it had made the gravitational pull on his bladder feel lesser, creating a buoyant effect on the poor organ without him noticing, and now that the pressure of the water isn’t on him, gravity is catching up. His hands begin to fly to his crotch, only to flutter away at the last second as he uses his last bit of willpower to keep them at his sides. Insteadhe sucks his lip between his teeth and stifles a moan, half-falling back into the water around him and sighing with relief when the agonizing pressure goes away. He can still feel hot, throbbing pain coming from his abdomen, but now that he’s surrounded by the pool water again, he doesn’t feel on the verge of exploding anymore. Still, he needs to get to a toilet as soon as possible, and it’s not likely that he’ll be able to hold it if he lifts himself out of the pool again. What is he supposed to do now? The nearest bathrooms are on the other side of the waterpark, and there’s no way in hell he’d let himself be seen hobbling around a family gathering area with his hands between his legs like some kind of pervert. Besides, he isn’t even sure he’d be able to make it to those restrooms without completely losing control along the way. He’s so desperate, he can barely think straight, and he knows for sure his face must be all red and twisted up in pain by now. As much as he hates to admit it, he’s pretty sure that he’s only got one option left: he’s going to have to pee in the pool. It’s something he’s never done before--even as a child, he’d always held it in long enough to get to the bathrooms, even though he’d thought they were pretty gross. (And doing that had sure given him some close calls, and a few extra wet spots on his swim shorts, but hey, it’s probably best not to think about those right now.) So, he’s going to contaminate the pool with his own bodily fluids. It should be easy--the sound of roaring, splashing water surrounds him, teasing him with the premise of relief every second, and the pool water itself is cool enough that it’s making his bladder more than a little uncomfortable. But it’s hard, trying to consciously pee where he’s not supposed to, when he knows it’s taboo, especially for a full-grown adult such as himself. He sighs again, squatting down in the shallow water and doing his best to relax, unclench his muscles, and think of the promise of relief he’s only seconds away from… And at last, he feels a dribble of urine escape from his bladder and trail through his urethra, creating a tiny spot of warmth in the pool water at the head of his dick. He sighs, letting his head fall back and his arms float to the surface of the pool as his stream picks up, his bladder just starting to become a bit less swollen, a little bit emptier. He can feel the water around him, still rocked by waves, growing warm with his own piss, and… To be honest, it’s a little bit hot. He’s always been a bit of a stickler for the rules, but now, doing something so naughty as peeing in a public pool, without anyone else knowing that he’s doing it… He’s just starting to enjoy the feeling when he feels a pair of arms wrap around him from behind. “Ah!” he exclaims, jumping forward, but the arms around his middle stay secured. His body freezes, locks up again, the stream of urine stopping abruptly as he stiffens up under the touch, and immediately he misses the relief he’d only just begun to get. His penis throbs, aching in time with his abdomen, and he hisses in pain as the arms around him tighten. “Alex,” Nadia whines, pressing her front side against his back, molding herself to him. “What’s going on? You were just standing there with your eyes closed.” “Nadia…” Alex breathes, shifting his weight from foot to foot underwater. He’s uncomfortable, he’s so uncomfortable, seconds away from peeing full-force into the pool again, but he can’t, not with Nadia so close to him. “Aren’t you having fun?” Nadia asks, and he knows her so well he swears he can hear the pout in her voice. “You seem so stiff, babe. What’s wrong?” With that, she tightens her hands around his waist, pulling him closer to her body… and subsequently squishing his bladder under her fingers. Alex gasps sharply, curling in on himself and finally letting his hands fly to the front of his swim shorts to hold onto his crotch. Even with the added external pressure, he can feel the water around him growing warm, the pressure on his bladder far too much for him to handle. “Stop, stop!” he pants, but doesn’t dare push her away. Even if it cost him his own life (or in this case, his dignity) he would never even consider pushing Nadia away. Instead, he shifts his hips from side to side, leaning forward so far his chest touches the water and hooking one leg over the other, bobbing up and down urgently as he does. Thankfully, Nadia picks up on the problem quickly. She loosens her arms around him, keeping one hand pressed to his chest while the other sifts through the water in front of him. “Oh?” she questions, and this time Alex is sure he can hear mischief in her voice. “What’s this? The water’s all warm over here…” “I-Is it?” Alex repeats, keeping his hands glued tight to his crotch as he stems off the flow. (It hurts, he’s still so desperate, but now that he’s been caught, it just feels morally wrong to keep going.) “It is…” With that, Nadia lets her hand trail down to the front of his stomach and pushes down once again, just once. Her other hand comes down to cup over his fingers as his breath hitches and he lets out a short spurt of pee. It takes an immense amount of effort to cut himself off once again, and his bladder protests with a series of agonized pulses, but he refuses to let himself continue to go. “I see what’s going on,” Nadia says coyly, and Alex thanks the heavens when she removes her hand from his stomach to glide around to his other side. “Alex… You’re being a bad boy, aren’t you? Doing something like that in a public pool?” “I-I couldn’t help it,” Alex stammers, biting at his lip until it turns red. “Couldn’t help it?” Nadia repeats teasingly. “Couldn’t help but get all of us in here dirty? The waves are on, you know. That stuff you’re putting in here is gonna spread.” “I’m s-sorry,” Alex gasps, hooking his knees together and bobbing up and down once again. “I just- I needed to go, and-” “No, no,” Nadia shushes him, sticking a pool-slick finger to his lips. “No excuses, babe. You’re a grown man, aren’t you? Shouldn’t you be able to hold it until you get to the bathroom?” “But I-” “Shh… Come on, you know I’m right.” Alex inhales shakily, his whole body still tense and rigid from desperation. The warmth of his piss has been washed away by the waves at this point, but he can still feel the urine inside of him pushing to get out. “You’re right,” he says, hoping that she’ll leave it at that and finally allow him to finish what he’d started. “Did you let go completely?” Nadia asks, her gaze dropping to the area just above his swim trunks. “Are you empty now, you little rulebreaker? It certainly doesn’t look like you are.” “I- I’m not,” Alex admits, his voice going high-pitched as another wave of need overtakes him. He whimpers, clutching his dick tighter between his hands and pressing the front of his left thigh into the back of his right with all the force he can muster. “I still need to go, bad.” “Well,” Nadia says, sounding all too pleased. “I certainly can’t allow you to keep going here, of all places. You’ll need to make it to the bathroom if you want to finish relieving yourself.” Alex jerks his head up to meet her gaze, his eyes going wide. “But- But-” he stammers, a protest half-formed in the back of his mind, but one look from Nadia has him biting his tongue instead of continuing his sentence. The game is afoot now, and no matter how much pain and embarrassment it might bring him, he knows he’s going to play along anyway, for her sake. Still, it doesn’t make the idea of walking to the bathrooms any more appealing. He already feels like he’s on the verge of spurting again, and if he gets out of the water and forces himself to walk normally, he’s sure he’ll have a full-on accident within the next minute. “Isn’t there any other way?” he asks shakily, staring off in the direction of the restrooms. If he were in his normal condition, it would probably only be a three or four minute walk, but with the ball of hot, acrid piss inside of him controlling his every move, it’ll probably take at least double that to even reach the other side of the park. And what if there’s a line? Is he supposed to stand there and wait when he’s on the brink of pissing himself for all to see? “Do you see any other bathrooms around here?” Nadia challenges, raising an eyebrow at him. “Come on, come on! The sooner you get out of the pool, the sooner you get to go!” She grabs him by the arm and pulls him just a tad too roughly towards the shallow exit of the pool, where the water is just beginning to settle down from the waves. Alex reluctantly lets go of his crotch, and immediately lets out a strangled groan as he experiences the effects of gravity on his body for the second time that day. He wonders how the hell it feels exactly the same as it had before he’d “contaminated” the pool, despite how much he must have let out. Is his last beer hitting him already? “Nadia, can you… slow down a little?” he manages as his girlfriend struts ahead, beads of water dripping down her body from her one-piece swimsuit. Normally, Alex would take this opportunity to stare at the amount of skin she has on show, but he’s too distracted with his own body. Every muscle he has is clenched tight, his arms and legs stiff and rigid, thighs pressed close together with every step. It’s absolute torture, having to walk like there’s nothing wrong, when it’s all he can do not to grab himself and dance around like a little kid. They’ve made it maybe ten steps, and each one has sent extremely unpleasant vibrations up through his leg and straight into his core, jostling the liquid inside of him each time his foot lands on the ground. He winces, keeping his eyes trained on the floor to avoid any strange looks people might be shooting his way, and attempts to take a larger step to make it to the bathrooms as fast as he possibly can. His foot lands on a particularly cool puddle of water, and all of a sudden he feels a hot jet of pee squirt out of his dick and onto the floor. He freezes in place, eyes going wide as he draws his legs in quickly and presses his thighs against each other, doing everything he can mentally to keep himself from breaking out into a full-out dance of desperation. Warmth runs down his legs from inside his shorts, and he barely manages to cut off the flow this time, so paralyzed by fear that he can barely get his body to listen to him. “Nngh… Nadia,” he hisses, eyes squeezed tightly shut. “I can’t…” He hears footsteps pad back towards him through the shallow puddles on the floor, and then a hand comes to rest gently on his shoulder. “Come on, babe,” Nadia says, half-encouraging, half-commanding. “You can make it. Do it for me, okay?” “But-” “I’ll be so happy if you make it all the way,” Nadia says, her hand reaching around to curl at the back of his neck. “Won’t you at least try? Just for me?” And fuck, if that doesn’t strengthen Alex’s resolve just enough to keep him going despite the raging need overtaking him, he’s not sure that anything will. With a muffled moan, he straightens up from his twisted, bent-in-half posture, takes a few shallow breaths, and opens his eyes. The sight of water flowing all around him does nothing to help his current situation, but he determinedly fixes his eyes on a dry spot on the wall and takes a shaky step forward, ignoring the wetness beginning to cool and become sticky on his legs. He will make it to the bathroom, if only just to get far enough to wet himself somewhere private. If Nadia asks him to make it, he’s determined to do as she says, no matter if he thinks it’s within his capabilities or not. Even though his bladder is straining out from the waistband of his swim trunks, sending urgent messages increasingly quickly that he needs to let go now, or else. Even if he feels five seconds from exploding on the spot, so filled with beer and water that he isn’t sure how in the world he’s still hanging on. There’s nothing he won’t do for Nadia--he’s sure of that. Another jet of hot, wet piss escapes him, but he grits his teeth and clenches his sphincter muscles together with a groan that gets lost in the sounds of the waterpark, and cuts it off once again. He can’t help but pause mid-step and shift his hips around in small, quick circles, and wish as hard as he can that he could put pressure on his crotch, even for just a few seconds. Any outside help would be much appreciated at the moment, but he knows if he lets himself grab his dick now, there’s no way he’ll be able to let go without losing the battle entirely. So instead he clenches his fists at his sides and bites down hard on his lip, taking another step towards the bathroom, a step towards release. “That’s it, baby,” Nadia encourages him, her voice dropping low and smooth as she guides him through the crowd. “Just a little longer, and then you can pee to your heart’s content.” “Ah… Ahh…” he pants, eyes fluttering as they pass another section of the park. This one he’d noticed when they first walked in--it’s the kid’s area, complete with a wooden play structure and several buckets that fill to the top before tipping out onto the ground and the children below it. Were he in a better state, he’d compare his bladder to the buckets, as full as it can get and seconds away from wobbling over and spilling all over the ground in a loud rush of warm, sticky urine, coating his legs and his feet and spreading into a huge puddle on the ground. “Mmh!” he gasps, catching himself on Nadia’s shoulder as he bends forward. His knees turn inwards, locking together like magnets as he curls an arm protectively around his stomach, squeezing his eyes shut tight as he tries to rid himself of the mental image. Thinking about relieving himself, wetting himself at that, is a definite no-go right now. His body surely won’t be able to handle thoughts like that while battling a bladder this full. “You have no idea how good you look right now, Alex,” Nadia says breathlessly, close to his ear. He feels her breath ghost over his cheek warmly, and raises his head just enough so that he can look into her eyes. I’m doing this for you, he thinks passionately, too unsteady to trust himself to speak. It will all be worth it, when I make you proud… “Come on,” Nadia says again, lower this time. “Let’s get moving. I want to get there as much as you do, you know.” It’s a strange sentiment, but Alex can’t bring himself to think much about it right now. Instead he hobbles forward, taking smaller, more delicate steps to keep his bladder from being jostled around too badly. “Okay,” he agrees hoarsely, his voice shaking from want. Nadia smiles at him, secretive and seductive, then turns back around and continues on towards the bathrooms, her hips swaying back and forth as she moves. Alex stumbles after her, keeping one hand wrapped around his stomach. Maybe if he looks sick enough, people will move out of his way and leave him alone, and he’ll be able to get there faster. They’re maybe a minute’s walk away from the bathrooms now at the rate he’s going. Every step is torture, feeling the slickness of tiny puddles under the pads of his feet, and hearing the rush of water, seeing it splash and flow everywhere he looks, but the look in Nadia’s eyes when she turns to check on him keeps him going. He’s not sure why, but he feels like she’s promising him something, if he can make it all the way there. He counts the seconds to keep his mind from turning traitor on him, and just when they’ve reached fifty-two, he raises his eyes and almost starts to cry from relief. There, right in front of him, is the sign pointing to the bathrooms, located just around the corner. Finally! he thinks, a smile melting across his face. I can finally go! I’m so close! I just need to round the corner, and then I’ll finally be able to… Oh. No. As he turns the corner, his eyes land upon the men’s bathroom, just a few feet down the hall… And the line that trails out of it. His bladder screams in horror as he takes in the dozen or so boys and men who are waiting patiently for their turn in the bathroom in varying levels of discomfort. He can see a few young boys shifting their wait around awkwardly, and even one or two of the men have uncomfortable grimaces across their faces, but none of them seem to be in the state of pure, anguished distress that’s wracking through him at the moment. “No…” he whimpers, eyes beginning to water as hope seeps out of him. He’d been so close, so close to relief, to finally being able to empty himself… Now there’s no way he’ll be able to make it into the bathroom with his dignity still intact. And here, far away from the roaring water of the pool, everyone will be able to tell if he lets go and re-wets his swim trunks where he isn’t supposed to. “Don’t worry,” Nadia says, and then a cool hand is sliding around his arm and pulling him in a different direction. “I have other plans for you, baby. Come with me.”
  15. A few days ago, Pornhub (or how they call themselves now StayhomeHub), gave Premium access to everyone worldwide for free!!! - with the goal of keeping us busy in during the lockdown. Now that we all have Premium, we might as well use it! Let's share some links to some good omo content that was previously behind a paywall! - particular videos or wrole authors. I listed the things I am looking for personally (l like women.) in the post's tags, but feel free to suggest anything else, as other people are surely looking things as well. Please provide links, names and a brief description - for everyone's convenience.
  16. 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!
  17. 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!
  18. Before starting with the story I wanted to say some quick words. This is my first time ever writing a fanfiction, let alone an omorashi fanfiction. I have no idea at all how to write one and I have no idea if anyone will actually like this, but I tried my best and I think it turned out pretty well. Since english is not my native language, there might be some grammatical errors or some sentences that might sound weird, so please understand. Let me know how you liked this one and if you want some more storys of Jade and Tori. I would definitelly be open to write some more storys. Suggestions or wishes would be awesome, although I still have some ideas in my mind. Further background information to read this story are not really required, but it would still be a good idea to have a basic knowledge about the show. Thanks for reading, and now enjoy ------------------------------------ It was a wonderful day of July in LA. The weather was perfect. It wasn't too hot to have the students at Hollywood Arts dying and drowning in their own sweat, but it was hot enough to have a nice day at the beach with friends once Sikowitz would finally release all of them into the weekend. But Tori and Jade had other plans. They would spend a very nice day on their own. Tori smirked at the though and glanced over to where Jade was seated. Her incredibly hot, smart, scary and also secret goth girlfriend was slightly jiggeling her legs, her hands laying on her crotch while she was watching the seconds on the clock tick by. Tori had to surpress a moan at that sight. Watching her girlfriend in only her tight hot pants and short crob-top, which was showing a generous amount of cleavage, being absolutely desperate to pee but not being able to openly hold made her wet on the spot. It was only ten minutes to go until it was the end of the day and Tori was almost disappointed that she couldnt enjoy Jade struggeling any longer. They havn't been in a relationship for a long time. Tori waited almost 8 months after Jade and Beck broke up to ask her secred Crush for years out. Jade was surprised, but to Toris disbelive she actually agreed and just a few days later, Tori asked Jade to be her Girlfriend. This happend 3 months ago and they were still keeping it a secred, both enjoying the rush of adrenaline all the secret make-out sessions were giving them. They discovered their shared fetish two months into their relationship on a date night at the movies. Jade didnt go to the toilet before the movie started, which, after drinking 1 liter of soda and watching a 3 hour long movie, turned out to be a huge mistake. By the end of the movie, Jade was absolutely bursting and at her limit but she enjoyed it too much, she almost wanted to hold it until Tori brought her home. Tori, observent as she was, knew her Girlfriend had to pee long before the movie ended. When Jade told her she would need to go before they drove back, Tori build up all the courage she had in her and asked Jade to hold it. Jade was so shocked she let out a small spurt into her panties, not enough to be noticed though. She was so excited and shook her head yes, so they both went to the car, although it took longer than normal, due to Jades small steps. Toris excitement was on a whole new level, so high, she even forgot her own pressing need. On the 20 minute drive home they talked about how they got into pee holding and how excited they both were, that they didnt have to hide it anymore. Jade made Tory horny by telling her how much she had to piss and that she would burst any second. Of course like a good girl, she didnt. She held it all the way back to Toris house and lucky as they were, neither Trina nor Toris parents were home. Jades steps kept getting smaller and smaller until they were at the doorstep. By this point, Jade was beging Tori to open the door and let her go, but Tori teased her and dropped the key multiple times. When she bend over to pick up the key she finally noticed her own desperate need but she was so overcome by Jades incredible bladder bulge and frantic pee dancing, that she just continued to drop it and not open the door. After five minutes of continued key-dropping, it was too much for Jades bladder and the whole river she has been holding totally flood her pants and rushed onto the dorstep. Watching Jade absolutely piss herself in combination with her girlfriends moans was too much for Toris bladder and she pissed herself right next to Jade. After multiple minutes of peeing they looked at each other fondly. That was when their first 'I love you's' fell. That was when they first had sex together. Truly an amazing night. Tori had to surpress another moan as she though about this day once again. Glancing back to the clock she saw that it was almost time to go and as if on clue, Sikowitz wished them all a great weekend. All of Toris friend were the first out of the room, while Jade and Tori hung back. "How are you holding up?" "I'm not sure if I can stand up without causing noticable damage", Jade mumbled under her breath. Tori smirked. "Welp, no point in waiting to find out", she said, while she abruptly yanked Jade to her feet. A loud hissing noice immediately filled the air and Jade shot her hands to her crotch and frantically pressed them down on her pelvis to stop the flow. A wet spot the size of a tennis ball appeared on her shorts, but Jade just managed to stop the flow. "Are you crazy?", Jade whisper-sreamed while Tori just grinned innocently. "What do you mean?" "You know damn well what I mean! Now I have to cover it up with something and I don't have a jacket!" Tori sighed. "Here, take my cardigan." Tori reached for the piece of clothing on the chair next to her and gave it to Jade, who looked relived and quickly covered her crotch. "Why the hell do you have a cardigan with you in July?" "I don't know. Just be happy I had it or you would have been embarressed. Now do you wanna get home or continue interviewing me? Your parents still on this buisness trip?", Tori asked as she made her way towards the door. "Yeah, we can go to my house, they will be gone for another 2 weeks at least. Now let's go, I don't wanna piss in your car and I am not sure if I can last the 20 minute drive", Jade gasped as she started pee dancing on the sport. As jade looked in Toris eyes she saw just how much her girlfriend was enjoying to see her at her limit once again. And Jade was enjoying it too, but she was seriously starting to worry if she could make it home as they made their way through the parking lot towards Toris car. Jade's eyes widened in shock once Toris car came into sight. All of their friends were gathered in front of Toris car, having a heated discussion. Probably about what they were gonna do over the course of the weekend. But right now, Jade wanted nothing more than to just relive herself. Tori saw the uncertainty in her girlfriends eyes and knew, she had to get rid of their friends quickly or Jade would have a huge problem. "There you finally are! What were you doing so long in there? Anyways, what do you think we should do today? Go to the beach, what Cat and I want to do, or go to the beach tomorrow and relax today, which obviously is a stupid idea", Robbie immediately ranted as Jade and Tori reched the car. "I don't wanna do anything with you morons", jade grumbled, trying to cover up her pressing need by being her usual grumpy self. Torii agreed. "I think we should wait for tomorrow, I just wanna go home and sleep to be honest", she lied. "But I wanna have ice cream and get wet on the beach with you guys", Cat said pouting. "Look Cat, we can go tomorrow, I promise! I just really wanna go home!" Tori tried to end the conversation as quickly as possible, because she noticed how Jades legs slowly began to shake next to her. Fortunately, beck jumped to both her and Jades rescue. "Cat, I will take you to Freezy Queen and get you Ice-Cream but only if you agree that we gan go tomorrow", Beck smiled. "YAY", Cat yelled, as she quickly hugged Beck and ran towards his car. Beck laughed slightly. "See you guys." They all quickly bid their goodbyes and Tori and Jade jumped into Toris car. Jade sighed relived. She was surprised that nobody asked her about her weird movements. She really tried to keep it together but if she would have stood still for one more second she would have peed. Once they were seated, Jade instantly crossed her legs and pressed her hand against her croth. "Babe I'm telling you you better drive fast I'm at the brim of wetting myself", Jade panted. And it was true. She felt all of that piss sloshing around inside of her bladder, pressing against her peehole, begging her to release her muscles and let out the ocean inside of her. The last time she went to the toilet was before she once again watched the scissoring, her favourite Horror movie of all time. That was at 8pm yesterday, and since it was 3pm now, it has been almost 19 hours since she last emptied her baldder. Since then she had drunken a lot of soda during the movie, a bottle of water before bed, three whole coffees in the morning and a little water at school. Normally she would have emptied her baldder before school, but Tori texted her in the morining, asking her if she needed to go, so she willingly held it for her girlfriend. "You are so hot when you are desperate", Tori moand, as she felt the wetness Jade was cauing ruin her panties. She was really tempted to let her fingers slide into her panties while driving and do something about it, but first of all, she was a responsible driver, and second of all, she would rather have Jade finish her off. "Yeah I know, now fucking drive!", she moaned, as she bend over in her seat. "Only if you put your seatbelt on, babe. We don't want you to die in an accident! And do it tight too", Tori winked at her. Jade was too tired to argue. She put it on and instantly felt the fabric roughly push into her bladder. She crossed her legs even tighter, as another spurt escaped her urethra. 10 minutes into the drive, Jades bladder suddenly contracted. She yelpt loudly and instantly set up tighter in her seat as a huge spurt escaped into her panties, soaking her butt. "Tori, Tori, please, I'm telling you I can't hold it! I thought i could, but I can't, please do something, stop anywhere RIGHT. NOW!", jade screamed, as she lifted her dripping butt from the seat, while spurted again. "Jade, you are a good girl, I think-", Tori began to shut her girlfriends wishes down as she stopped at a red light, but Jade was quick to speak. "If you don't stop anywhere right now I'm pissing all over your car, I'm not joking Tori, look at me!", jade screamed desperately. Her pants were unbuttoned by now, the seatbelt was long gone and both of her hands her clamping her urethra shut, trying everything to keep the spurts from coming, but her whole shorts were dark blue by now, pee dripping onto the seat while pee escaped trough Jade's hands almost every second by now. Toris eyes widened and she quickly reacher for her bag in the backseat to get her empty waterbottle out and handed it to Jade. Jade wanted to tell Tori to keep going until she found an empty parking lot, but her constant spurts and contracting bladder kept her moth shut and she quickly put one leg up against the dashboeard, janked her pants and panties down, exposing her dripping wet crotch. She pressed the bottle against her vagina and instantly let out a huge gush of pee, almost too big for the hole of the waterbottle. She moaned loudly as all of the liquid she has been keeping inside of her for almost a whoe day escaped and gushed into the bottle. A few spurts didn't make it into the bottle and dripped onto parts of the car, but Tori didn't mind. The traffic light was still red, so Tori got to savor the sight of her exhausted girlfriend. Her eyes were glued to her crotch as she watch Jades huge tank empty into the bottle, which was filling up rather quickly. Tori loudly moand as she subconsciously let her hand travel into her own pants. Jades stream was at no way starting to get less, as Tori reached for her second empty bottle and silently handed it to Jade as she took the first full 1 litre bottle from her. The traffic lights turned green and Tori reluctantly drew her eyes back on the road. She started the rest of the drive back to Jades place with the sound of Jade's dying stream playing like music in her ears...
  19. Before you ask, Kisekae 2 (けいおん!着せ替え2) is an anime-style character creation/posing program that gives you a huge amount of freedom. I use it because I can't draw. I'm a big enough man to admit that. xP Some things you should know: - I do have my own characters. I'm not going to share all of them here, because I have far too many of them. They're located right here, if you'd like to take a look (but be warned, the numbers don't lie): https://www.deviantart.com/brooms17/gallery/54584528/character-bios - I can make other characters with SOME degree of accuracy, but I'm not an expert at it. - Kisekae can only have characters facing front. I can possibly do a back view, maybe, but side view is impossible. End of story. - These are requests, meaning free, but I'd prefer to stick to one per person at a time, so please be patient, and when yours is done then you may request another one, if you so wish. - This comic: ...is made with the Kisekae 2 program, which should give you an idea of how it looks. (Comic is not mine, it was made by the wonderfully talented PaperGami :3) So, I'll briefly go over my rules for this: 1. I will only be making single images for the purposes of this. You can be as detailed as you like with the single images, but I'm not going to make everyone a comic. Sorry, I have limited time. 2. I much prefer the desperation part over the wetting itself, and am not incredibly good at portraying wetting. I will still do it, but please be aware that it might not look quite right. 3. If you're asking me to make an existing character, please give me references to go by. 4. Please keep in mind, Kisekae can be quite limited in some respects, and I am only one man, so some things I just can't do. 5. If you are vague with your request, I will fill in the missing details, so please only be vague if you're okay with that. 6. I reserve the right to deny a request if I feel it A: Is too difficult/complicated, B: Breaks 1 or more of the rules, or Contains something I personally dislike. I will be more likely to make things I personally would enjoy. I prefer/enjoy: Female desperation, nudity, extreme desperation, Cold, Yuri, Story driven stuff I don't mind: Wetting, Relief, MxF, Desperation/Wetting just for the sake of it I'd prefer not to do: Males, Diapers I won't do: Messing, Poop desp. If you're not sure about a request, don't be afraid to ask. I also don't mind doing them privately, if you prefer. I will tell you if there's something wrong with the request, and you can alter it if you wish; I'm a patient man, I don't mind you taking several tries. I'd like to get back into being a contributing member of this community, and I felt like this was the best way to do that. If there's anything I didn't clarify, that you feel I should clarify, let me know and I can do so immediately. I'm looking forward to rendering your ideas and making them a reality! Buzz buzz!
  20. One of my favorite tropes in desperation is when people are exposed to running water when they are trying to hold it. Does anyone have any content related to this? Thanks.
  21. Hi! Just a quick intro, I'm a 20 year old girl in the US, I've been holding forever and I love it. I regularly only pee twice a day and I my maximum measured capacity was 1500 (last night) So I thought I'd share a story about a time a few years ago when i planned hold happened a little bit earlier than I had planned... It was my birthday... or rather we were celebrating my birthday and I had told a few friends to meet me at the mall for a few hours of shopping and celebration and then a movie after. The plan was to drink a lemonade or smoothie at the mall and a large soda at the movie theater, you know the kind that are about 1.9L and really terrifying? I hadn't peed since early that morning but I had no urge to yet so it seemed to still be a decent plan. At the mall I got my lemonade and started drinking right away, we walked around for about two hours before we stopped to eat and I got a soda, i felt a tiny urge to pee but nothing serious. After another hour of shopping we headed over to the movie, walking in I realized I was getting a bit full... maybe around 4 or 5 out of ten. But since I would be home in a maximum of three hours I decided I'd be fine to still get the big soda. I'm normally pretty good with sodas at movies but for whatever reason I finished this one off before the previews were even done. I thought about it for a minute and since there was so much ice in it I figures it hadn't been that much soda so I could do another one and I went and got my free refill. By the middle of the move, about an hour in, I was way too full. I had to unbutton my jeans and keep my legs parted because my bladder was so swollen the extra pressure was terrible. I almost got up to pee but the idea of being even fuller when I got home was just too exciting so I decided to wait. I managed to make it to the end of the movie but I was getting frantic, I kept rushing my friends out the door, I had to zip up my jeans when we left and they were pressing on my poor bladder, it was hard to move! One of my friends looked back as were were walking out of the door and almost said something but seemed to change her mind. I asked her what it was as we were walking and she said, "I just kinda had to pee but I can just go at your house when I drop you off." I was starting to panic, I reasoned out that if she only took a few minutes to pee and left right away I'd probably be fine. We were about 30 minutes from my house and I was panicking, my legs were crossed tight and I was leaning forward in my seat but my friends didn't notice. She only noticed the red lights and the cars that wouldn't let her through, it was driving me crazy to pretend like I wasn't about to wet her car seat when she was grabbing her crotch and whining every time we stopped for any reason. As she pulled into my driveway she started wiggling frantically and as soon as she stopped the car she looked at me and said, "Hurry up unlock the front door before I piss my pants!" I wanted to laugh I could barely get out of the car, as I stepped up the stairs my bladder strained and felt myself leak just a tiny bit, unlocking the door released a flood of urgency and I was reduced to bending over and grabbing myself hard to keep it back but again my friend was oblivious as she raced past me, hands in her crotch and flung herself into the bathroom. I could hear the release from where I was standing and I had to slam down on a chair and grind into it to stem the flow. I was breathing so hard I knew I'd have to piss if she stayed any longer than the time It would take her to go back to the car. Lucky for me she came out, thanked me and said she had to be going because she promised to be home by nine. She looked so relieved I tried to act normal now that she wasn't distracted but I couldn't stand up from my chair so I just let her leave before I stood up and tried to make it up to my room.... I got upstairs, tried to grab the jug I usually pee in to measure but as soon as I closed the door It just exploded, I tried to stop a few times but the flow was too strong and I was too full and there was no stopping it, my floor was soaked, my pants were soaked and it felt amazing.
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