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  1. When I was little I thought rain was just god’s pee... ======================================== Athena resided in Mount Olympus. It was always bright and sunny up there. Not too long ago they won a war against the Titans and Athena was now free to enjoy being a goddess. She had not really known what life was like. Athena spent her days wandering Mount Olympus and she enjoyed it. Sometimes she would pop down and visit the humans. The weather was warm so no one really wore clothes. Athena wasn’t sure what she would do today. Being a god and stuff must get pretty boring as immortality takes it toll on you. Athena began to wander the area. There were multiple buildings each, carefully built into wonders that most would pay to see. The white pillars were in good contrast to the bright sun and blue sky. There were birds too. Everywhere. It seemed like everything was perfectly constructed to please her. After enjoying herself, she began to take a look around human civilization. Usually she was somewhere around 200 feet tall being a god an all, but she could morph into a human sized person shall, she feel the urge to linger with the mortals. Today she decided to visit one of her favorite places in mount olympus, a wine fountain. Wine tasted to exquisite to her and she quite enjoyed chugging it down. She wasn’t sure where the wine came from, but she may aswell consume it. One thing that may sound weird is Athena’s love for feeling things. Her senses have only been given to her a few days ago and it intrigued her how different everything felt. As she wondered the mountain, she came across something. It was Hera, Zeus’s wife. She didn’t look good though, she seemed to be squirming for whatever reason. The look of distress painted across her face. What could be wrong? This is olympus! Deciding to go find out what's wrong, Athena approached Hera. “Excuse me? Is anything wrong?” Athena questioned Hera snapped her head towards her. “I...I honestly don’t know, it just hurts. In my abdomen. I have absolutely no clue why.” This was concerning to Athena. “What were doing doing prior to this?” Athena asked trying to find the cause of this disturbance. “Oh I was just admiring the beauty of this place and drinking wine. Boy the wine tastes good.” Hera doubled over and grabber her crotch. “Well, Ima go lay down and see if that helps.” Leaving Athena to ponder the anomaly by herself. Not too long later, Athena was walking in a garden near the edge of Olympus. Only this time, she felt more troubled. While the grapes she had eaten tasted just how she liked it, she felt pain. Not like how it felt to get cut, or break an arm. It felt different like she was going to explode. She rubbed her abdomen, which is where it felt weird. Athena really hoped that it wouldn’t always feel like this because that might make immortality a quite unpleasant thing. Unsure of what to do Athena laid down in the grass hoping that a quick nap would clear things up. The second she woke up, she jammed her hand into her crotch not knowing why. The wine she drank had made it into her bladder unbeknownst to her. The pain had gotten so much worse and Athena simply didn’t know what to do. She began pacing back and forth thinking of a solution. At this point her abdomen had expanded quite a bit leaving her with a swollen piss filled organ. She pressed on her abdomen, curious as what would happen. The second she applied pressure upon it however, she regretted everything. Her bladder pulsed and a shock of pain lapsed her body. God, this must have been how Hera felt, Athena thought. Trying to take her mind off things, she stood up and resumed her stroll in the garden, only this time her hand was glued to her bear crotch and every once in awhile she would give her thighs a squeeze. After walking for a while she reached what she recognized as the edge of Olympus. Should she jump off, would lead her to the realm of mortals. The pressure in her abdominal region had really made it’s presence known at this point. Before she could register what she was doing, Athena sprinted towards the edge, spread her legs and watched as a torrent escaped her. The hot piss pent up inside of her was streaming out of her at fast speeds. Athena simultaneously tilted her head back and let out a strong moan. That day in Greece, there was lots of rain, lakes were filled, rivers flowed and islands were formed.
  2. Howdy everyone! Some of my favorite stories on this site are the ones set in some kind of dystopian hellhole where there are laws prohibiting or restricting female urination - it's an exciting fantasy to think about, albeit a horrific human rights violation if applied in real life. This got me thinking, though, what about a society where there aren't necessarily these dystopian laws restricting restroom access, but holding is just kind of a peculiar custom that's been part of a culture for as long as anyone can remember? What if the people there don't really feel the need to pass any laws on the subject because that's just the way they've always done things? I wrote this little summary of a bizarre country with bizarre customs that others may find repulsive, but hey, that's just the way they like to live! - Bart Z. I come from a small island nation in the Indian Ocean called the Kingdom of Jalabhumi. We are quite remote and removed from the rest of the world, but we have gradually begun to open up to the world in recent years. Most people don’t even know our country exists, but the people who do know about us are always highly impressed by our unique culture and stunning natural landscapes. The people of Jalabhumi are a mix of the many different groups who settled on our island over the years, ancient navigators who came from Southern India, the eastern coast of Africa, Sumatra, and Java. The Jalabhumese language is Dravidian in origin, somewhat related to Malayalam, but with some Bantu and Austronesian elements. Our religion is polytheistic and unlike any other in the world. Our cuisine is largely based on fish, nuts, and fruits, with our island’s fertile soil producing the juiciest and sweetest fruits you can possibly imagine. Our society is highly matriarchal and our monarchy is matrilineal, with women largely dominating society and politics from the very earliest days of our country’s foundation. In fact, men were not even granted the right to vote until 1997, as our formerly reclusive nation gradually began to be exposed to the outside world. Women are traditionally viewed as the indispensable overseers of the country, mothers, matriarchs, and carriers of children. Men are viewed as the more dispensable, dedicated warriors willing to die to protect the nation and its women, collect food, and provide the seed for the next generation. As you can tell, our culture is extremely unique. However, quite possibly the most unique cultural trait about our country is something that often astonishes visitors more than anything else about us. Many who come here hate this practice, or think it’s a savage way of thinking by an “uncivilized” nation, but I have come to this website because I think I may have found the one group of people in the world who will appreciate this ancient custom so dear to us. You see, in our culture, it is viewed as socially unacceptable for women to urinate, at least in the manner and frequency that they do in most other parts of the world. Girls are trained to hold large amounts of liquid in their bladders from adolescence onwards. By the age of 20, a woman is expected to be able to go at least, at the very, VERY least, 48 hours of drinking a large volume of liquid without allowing one drop to escape her bladder. Women’s restrooms are practically nonexistent in this country and the majority of women adamantly oppose any effort to build any new ones to accommodate the growing tourist industry. Women here largely view unlimited access to urination as a barbaric and disgusting foreign custom, entirely alien to, and incompatible with Jalabhumese values. Foreigners who come here are often viewed as disrespectful for demanding more restrooms and for urinating openly in the sea and in the forests. While we are grateful for the increased volume of visitors who have come here in recent years to contribute to our economy, we only wish they could respect the local customs a little more and not try to impose their alien way of life on our country. This custom is not something we would normally even think about on a day to day basis. Jalabhumese women view a perpetually full bladder as a mundane part of daily living; part and parcel of the experience of womanhood. Free urination is considered to be a habit of men, an example of men’s perceived lack of self-control, whether sexually or otherwise. A woman’s ability to control her bladder shows dignity, discipline, and self-restraint. The only time we really think about our custom is when foreign women (or more rarely, the occasional undisciplined Jalabhumese woman) either urinates uncontrollably or complains about needing to urinate. To give an example in more familiar terms, it’s like how you might not think about how rude and uncivilized it is to belch or fart in polite company until you see someone doing it. Or perhaps if you see someone cough in someone’s face instead of covering their mouth. With our country’s newfound popularity amongst travelers, we have been forced to look inward and truly think about how different our customs are from other places. The custom of women holding their urine in rather than releasing it is an ancient one, and is even baked into Jalabhumi’s traditional religion and our national origin myth. On this island, we worship many gods and goddesses, but the highest among them is the great Goddess Anakketta. In the past, other gods were worshipped to a higher degree than they are today, but devotion to Anakketta has served us so well over the years that She is widely considered to be the symbol of the nation. According to the ancient texts, Anakketta was once a simple island girl born in a time dominated by men. In this time, everyone let their waters loose freely without any thought. Anakketta was considered a very strange girl because she would drink and drink and drink, her bladder would expand, and she would hold it all in. The men of the island were repulsed by her habits and made fun of her, but the women were impressed and many of them joined her. The men, frightened by their wives participating in such a strange activity, banished Anakketta to the hills and forbade their wives from keeping their bladders full. But one day, after a storm, an enormous tidal wave appeared, threatening to drown everyone on the island. The men who banished Anakketta realized they had no one else to turn to. They rushed to the hills and called upon her to save them. And so, she opened her mouth wide, swallowed the giant wave, and held back the flood. No matter how full her bladder got, she did not leak one drop. It was at this moment when the simple girl Anakketta became a goddess. As the men of the island bowed to Her and apologized for their mistake, She forgave them, but She also asked the islanders to abide by Her rules: She will continue to hold back the flood and protect the island, but she cannot do it alone. All women must help her by holding back their own floods. They must drink and drink and drink, let their bladders expand, and hold it all in, just as Anakketta had done for them. But the men objected. They told the Goddess that they couldn’t possibly hold in their waters the way women do. But Anakketta simply smiled, and answered that She does not need the help of men. Since the men have demonstrated that they do not have the spiritual strength that women do, they cannot be trusted to maintain discipline with such a task. So, the men of the island would be free to release their waters as much as they want, but as a consequence, they will lose their dominant position in society and the women would rule. The islanders all agreed to these terms, and thus, the nation of Jalabhumi was born. To this day, the Goddess Anakketta is believed to be a dam protecting Jalabhumi, and the women of the island are the maintenance workers, working hard to make sure She stays intact. Religious devotion to Anakketta is pervasive in all aspects of society. Obviously, a human woman cannot hold her urine forever like a powerful Goddess can. But when a Jalabhumese woman does eventually succumb to the inevitable need to empty her bladder, there is a ritual that must be done first. Jalabhumese women, typically in groups, will approach an altar dedicated to Anakketta and recite a prayer thanking Her for continuing to hold back the flood. Once finished, each woman will urinate into a container while praying to Anakketta to take on the liquid that they were unable to hold. The urine is then taken by a priestess to be poured into the ocean, which is believed to represent the infinite bladder capacity of the Goddess. Men such as myself, on the other hand, typically just pee into the ocean whenever we want. We do pray to Anakketta and thank her constantly for not giving us this burden. We are grateful for our wives and girlfriends and mothers and sisters for sacrificing comfort, and we devote ourselves to protecting them and making them happy. And of course, I won’t lie and say that most Jalabhumese men aren’t intensely attracted to a woman who can hold a lot of liquid for a long time. It is a major turn on for myself and many of my male friends to see a bulging bladder on a woman. While some of us are impressed by the beauty of foreign women, sorry ladies, but most Jalabhumese men won’t even approach women unless we can see how full your bladder is. We view women as the backbone of our society. They protect us spiritually, while we defend them physically. One such woman for whom the people of Jalabhumi have the utmost devotion, is our Queen, Archita Ottakam XIV. She is a member of the Ottakam dynasty, perhaps one of the oldest reigning dynasties in the world. Much like how the Emperors of Japan were traditionally believed to be the descendants of Amaterasu, we believe that the Queen of Jalabhumi is the direct descendant of Anakketta. Only women are allowed to reign as monarch, just as Anakketta commanded. It is often said that the royals of Jalabhumi have the most powerful bladders in the entire world. Queen Archita herself is said to only empty her bladder once every year - and while we often like to believe that for fun, we all know it’s just an exaggeration. However, her capacity is extremely impressive, even for Jalabhumese standards. She is often spotted in public sporting a humongous bladder bulge, making her look eight months pregnant. While seeing bladder bulges are extremely common in our country, hers is amongst the largest. Royal women are trained from an early age to expand their bladder capacities as much as possible. It takes an extreme amount of discipline and prayer to Anakketta. The women of this country adore and admire our Queen and seek to model themselves and their lives after her. We believe that our faith in the Goddess Anakketta and Her ability to hold back the flood has helped us remain an independent kingdom, uninterrupted by any foreign invaders for millennia. Throughout the colonial period, many a European empire tried to claim our island and failed spectacularly. First came the Portuguese, and then the Dutch, and then the French, and then the British. And one by one, we fought them off. As India, Africa, and Indochina fell prey to European forces, we held back the flood and remained a self-governing nation. In 1941, as other nations fell to the Japanese, we held back the flood. In 1961, when India invaded Goa, they also tried to invade us, but we held back the flood. Today, as China and the United States squabble for influence all over Asia, we hold back the flood. And it doesn’t even just end at protecting our nation from foreign invaders, but also from the danger of rising tides. Neighboring islands such as the Maldives, the British Indian Ocean Territory, and the Indian state of Lakshadweep are all in danger of sinking into the sea as climate change causes the sea level to rise. Yet despite our close proximity to these nations, our island is protected by its geography - it is high enough to avoid flooding and its hilly landscape gives us ample protection whenever a storm comes. We believe that Anakketta protects us by holding back the flood, and our continued maintenance of our tradition honors Her sacrifice to us. We owe all our respects to Anakketta, and thus, we continue to practice the tradition that we believe honors Her and the protection She bestows. This is why we hold this custom so closely to our hearts. It is as important to the Jalabhumese religion as it is for Muslims to avoid eating pork - such a custom may seem strange to outsiders, but if you come from an Islamic background, you’d be just as shocked to see someone who professes to be a Muslim eating bacon as I would be to see a Jalabhumese woman shamelessly emptying her bladder. As I have said, you all here on omorashi.org are probably one of the only groups of people who appreciate and respect our unique custom for what it is. I hope to one day see some of you in my country, and to participate in our ancient customs! Please let me know if there are any questions you have about my country. I would be happy to answer! Thank you.
  3. Hi, I've always enjoyed imagining stories where a girl wanted or was forced to hold so much pee that her bladder start bulging visibly and her tummy become hard as a rock. I often rely on real situations which I see or images I find online. So I thought about posting some images along with the context I imagined. I hope you will enjoy it. What would you do if you were in front of this girl? Would you be satisfied by her extremely stretched little bladder or would you say to her that she is still weak?
  4. This will either be an ongoing series or a standalone story depending on the kind of response I get for it. Though this part does not have much omorashi, it lays the groundwork for the rest of the story. I wish to dedicate this story to all my readers and friends who have supported me for so long. I hope you will like it. ******* Give me a copper coin and you’ll hear a golden tale! —A storyteller’s street cry in Godswick The Iron Queen The Great Hall of the King’s Fort was a lonely place for two to sit to supper. Deep shadows climbed the walls as the torches flickered in the wind. Charlotte ate her meal and sipped from the goblet of red wine. The vintage tasted thin and sour on her tongue, the taste of the grapes still growing on her senses. The Queen had ordered the cooks to make Iwan’s favored supper tonight, egg drop soup of wispy beaten eggs in boiled chicken broth, finely chopped scallions and added condiments of black and white pepper, and along with it was trout wrapped in bacon, salad of turnip greens and red fennel and sweetgrass, pease and onions and hot bread baked fresh from the ovens. She hoped he would like it. Her son was the King now, and it was her duty to see to his wants met. He sat at the head of the table, eating methodically from his plate. The crown suited the boy, Charlotte noted, though she doubted if his young shoulders would be able to bear the burden of the throne. Many men had come and gone but none could do justice to the King’s seat. The walls of the keep were thick, yet even so, they could hear the muffled sounds of celebrations from the yard outside. Sir Randel had brought a hundred casks up from the cellars, and the smallfolk were celebrating Iwan’s nameday by hoisting mugs of nut-brown ale. The Queen had ordered the merriment to be kept as minimal as it could be. She knew it was not the time for revelries. The Daltons were sure gone, but there were still many who eyed the throne. When they were done with the supper, Charlotte kissed her son on the cheek and wished him good sleep before walking out of the hall. She strode across the cold corridors of the castle towards the Mæjester’s chambers, her soft cheeks growing warmer from the flaming torches on the walls. Her last few years on the throne were tumultuous for the realm. Her treasury had run empty due to the Great War, her troops broken in battle. Thus, she had ordered the mints to produce coins of assorted shapes and sizes made of brass and copper. Coins those were as valuable as gold or silver ones. Though her scheme seemed to work for a while, it didn’t take long for everyone to realize what a colossal blunder it was. As Mæjester Nemesius had said, “the house of every goldsmith became a mint.” The Queen’s new coinage had ‘the words of the God’ inscribed on them instead of the royal seal, and lacking in the artistic precision of design and finish, they became easy to imitate. The entire market was flooded with the fake coins in no time and the small folk could not discern between the real and the forged ones. A great problem rose for the state treasury. In other parts of the realm, the people started to pay the revenue to the crown in brass and copper and used the same coins to purchase goods and horses. It took only a while for the treasury to fill up with forged pennies. The coins became as worthless as stones and the disrupted trade and commerce sent the capital into chaos. The Queen was forced to take back all the coins of brass and copper issued by the royal mints, giving back the old gold or silver coins in return. Thousands of people exchanged their copper coins with silver or gold ones and the state treasury faced a loss incomparable. A year later, she passed an order to shift the capital from Godswick to Longford. She believed that it would help her to establish control over the fertile lands of her ancestors and to create a more accessible capital, since she believed Godswick was too down south. All facilities were provided for those who were required to migrate to Longford, but the common folk of the capital were not in favor of leaving their home and shifting to a new place. This angered Her Highness, for she ordered all people of Godswick to proceed to Longford with their belongings. The force was applied without any leniency. This move brought ruin on Godswick which for over six hundred years had grown in peace and prosperity. And though the smallfolk migrated, they showed dissent. However, soon they started to fall short of food and water at Longford and Her Highness decided to shift the capital back to Godswick, allowing the smallfolk to return to their previous city. Though the shift only happened for a few months, Godswick suffered a downfall in its stature and trade and the life of its people was plunged to ruins. ‘The foolish Queen’ she was called from then on, the Queen who now many saw inept to sit on the throne. Her following years as the regent were no better. The ever-mounting debt of the crown loomed over her, and the expenses never seemed to settle. When Iwan came of age, Charlotte agreed to the council’s suggestion to let the boy take his rightful place on the throne, thus giving them an opportunity to win back the trust of the smallfolk, while also opening the gates for a chance of forging an alliance with one of the wealthiest families in the realm through his marriage. The rope that Charlotte intended to use to climb out of the pit of debt. The shadowy walls in the Mæjester’s office were lined with shelves of large glass jars filled with potions of different colors. The medicines too made an impressive display; dozens of pots sealed with wax, hundreds of vials, as many milkglass bottles, countless jars of dried herbs, each container neatly labeled in Mæjester Nemesius’ precise hand. The Mæjester, who was measuring out powdered spine of lionfish, quickly stood up when he saw the Queen enter. He was a short and thin man, with silver hair and beard so long that they could be tucked into the belt of his robe of grey wool. He had long and skillful fingers and his eyes were grey, and quick, “Your Highness,” he greeted, keeping the beakers aside and closing the book of The Magical Drafts and Potions that he had been referring to. “My Lord” she smiled at the old man, “I hope you have found some relief from the pain in your knees.” “The only relief that old age grants is death, Your Highness” he answered with a dwindling laugh, “Tell me, my Queen, of what service can I be to you?” “My Lord, Iwan and I have decided to visit Lord Thames Gardener at Tantallon at this behest,” Charlotte said, “He wishes to marry his daughter, Lady Katherine to Iwan. They say she is a dove-eyed beauty and people have written many a song about her charm, I see there is no better match for my son than her.” “A wise decision, Your Highness” Mæjester Nemesius said, “The House of Gardener has always been a loyal support to the crown and I think Lady Katherine would be a suitable wife to our beloved King” the old man added. “Very well then,” she spoke, “Ask Lord Rickard to make necessary arrangements for our journey, we shall begin early on the morrow.” “As it please you, Your Highness” he bowed. Charlotte gave him a smile before she turned around and left. There was one last person she had to meet before she retired for the day. She entered the small chamber where Little Farlen lay in his bed wrapped in blankets. Tears flowed from his eyes as the muffled sounds of his cries filled the room. Farlen was Queen Charlotte’s ward, sent to the capital from Herstmonceux to be fostered at her express command. He had cried the day his Lord Father had sent him away and he was crying still. Maybe ten was too tender an age to be ripped away from one’s family, but Charlotte knew that boys went to war at this age. Mæjester Nemesius had said that the boy needed to spend more time with the other children, yet Charlotte knew that he needed affection and care more than anything else. “My Lord?” she teased him with a smile, “Are you still awake?” Charlotte took a seat next to him on the bed and was stunned to realize that it was wet. Though she was shocked, the Queen did not show it outwardly. She calmly took the boy out of the bed and bathed him before putting him in his dry clothes. It was the third time Little Farlen had wet his bed in a week and Charlotte wondered if the boy had always had this problem. “You wouldn’t tell anyone, would you?” he asked, all gloomy. “I promise, I won’t” Charlotte replied with a smile, “But you must make a promise too..” “W-what promise?” the boy asked. “That you won’t be sad because of this, it is human nature dear, everyone needs to pee” she smiled at him. She knew that kind words could be short and easy to speak, but their echoes were truly endless. She hoped it would make him feel better but the sullen look on the boy’s face only grew deeper. “You wouldn’t know how it feels to have an accident” he cried out, “It feels horrible!” “I know, my sweet” she said. “No, you don’t!” Farlen argued, “You’d know if you wet yourself!” Her cheeks burned in embarrassment, his words reminded her of certain incidents of the past. Humiliating incidents that the Queen had kept hidden in the vault of her mind, but maybe it was time to let them out, “My Lord, I’m going to tell you a little secret, but you’d have to promise me that you won’t ever tell it to anyone, promise?” “A-a secret?” the boy repeated, of course he liked secrets, “I won’t tell anyone, I swear!” “Alright then” Charlotte said, hesitation overridden by the sense of goodwill, “T-the secret is that even I have wet myself, not once but twice and that too in front of people!” she hoped her confession would make him feel better or at least wipe away the gloomy look on his face, but believing that the mighty Queen could have an accident came to be a little hard for the boy, he thought for a moment and then said, “That’s not true! You’re saying this to make me feel better,” he felt desolate and maybe even worse than before to know the Queen would lie to him. “No, really I have, my sweet” she said, now fearing if she had made a mistake letting the boy into her secret, what if he went around and told this to everyone? But there was no going back now. “So, why didn’t you just go to the privy?” he asked innocently, wiping his tears with the back of his hand, beginning to believe her story and feeling a bit better to have someone he could share his embarrassment with. “I tried but I couldn’t get to one before it was too late,” she said, breaking the eye contact as humiliation filled her. “That must have been embarrassing,” Farlen said. “It was.” “You could have waited a little longer, adults are not supposed to wet themselves.” Charlotte fluttered her eyes and smiled faintly at the innocence of the boy, only if he knew how badly she had to go, how much her bladder was bursting, he would have never said such a thing. Waiting any longer had become impossible. She remembered the warmth on her trembling inner thighs and the sheer volume of urine during both her accidents, the boy’s embarrassment would have vanished in an instant had he seen her wetting herself on either of those fateful days. She knew that compared to her, Farlen’s embarrassment must be nothing. Yet she wanted to make the boy feel better. “Is there anything I can do for my little lord to wipe that gloomy look off his face?” Charlotte asked softly, hoping to get something from the boy. And when she saw him still sullen and desolate, she had a thought. She waited a few more seconds, as if deciding if she really wanted to say the next words out of her mouth, but then decided to say it anyway, “Well if you want, you could control when I get to go to the privy,” Charlotte couldn’t believe what she had just said. She was giving the little boy the control of how long she’d have to wait to empty her bladder. She wondered that maybe this was a brainless thought and if it would make any difference but she was willing to do anything to take the boy out of his misery. “I-I don’t get it” Farlen said confounded, unsure if what he understood by the Queen’s words was exactly what she meant to say. “Well, my sweet, if you’d really want, if you think it’d make a difference, I mean, you could control when…well, when I get to go to the privy. That way even if you still wet the bed at night, you can be in charge of when I get to piss, that’ll give you a sense of control” she explained it to him in a soft yet playful voice. “But you’ll have to promise to be nice to me,” she ended with a faint beam. Farlen nodded in agreement, with a heartfelt smile on his face for the first time in weeks. He knew this was going to be fun. The Queen smiled at the obvious improvement in the boy’s mood, “Good, now go to sleep, we have a long journey tomorrow.” She pulled up his sheets for him before giving him a peck on the forehead as she left the room. Late at night when the castle was asleep, the knock came at the Queen’s door, loud and unexpected. Charlotte stopped pouring the wine into the cup, frowning. “What is it?” Aldred’s voice came through the door. “My Queen, Mæjester Nemesius is without and begs urgent audience.” “You told him I had left orders not to be disturbed?” “Yes, my Queen. He insists.” “Alright, send him in.” Mæjester Nemesius was shown in before the door was closed behind him. He saw Her Highness standing near the table beside her bed, pouring her favorite red wine into the goblet. He could see her flowing silk brown hair running down her back, it looked as if her robes were open from the front. “My Queen,” he said to her, “pardon for disturbing your rest. There was a message.” “A message? At this hour of the night?” she turned and walked towards him. He saw her breasts, the nipples that were shades deeper of brown and the thick black bush at the juncture of her thighs, a coarse, untamed forest of hair six inches long. She was much hairier than any woman he had seen before. She tied her robes before she took the parchment from his hand and unrolled it. As her eyes slowly moved along the words a sigh escaped her throat. “What does it say?” Nemesius asked. “Lord Hadrian of Etonbury… he is no more….. a fever took him” she said, turning back around. She went to the table and lifted the goblet of wine to drink it down at once. “He was a good man, may the God grant him rest,” he said.
  5. hey folks, im looking to buy content from independent creators in the form of desperation and showing off a bladder bulge. i commissioned the attached link from the creator and id love to find more similar stuff. thank you in advance! https://www.manyvids.com/Video/2343252/Super-Desperate-to-Pee-Omorashi/
  6. Some of the more extreme desperation of my myself I've caught on tape. I couldn't even stand up straight! signal-2022-08-02-01-11-16-968.mp4
  7. A bit of a companion image to my greater universe outlined in "Tales from the Harem." When the harem members are especially bad, they get imprisoned nude in bondage restraints on a small, cushioned riser in the common room, where all their peers can watch them. Passers-by can force them to eat or drink at will, but they get no bathroom privileges. Their options are to hold it, or soil the riser and sit in a growing puddle of waste for the remainder of their punishment. This particular member has been forced to drink multiple gallons in the past six hours. With two hours left in her punishment, and her need to piss growing to near-outlandish extremes, will she be able to last it out? Or will she be forced to empty all over herself, the riser, and the floor in front of dozens of her fellow harem-mates?
  8. 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.
  9. In some fantasy settings, it's debated whether dwarven women exist. The females of the dwarven race have a trick that help them keep up the charade. More doodles on this might happen later. also I really like the idea of the end of a plug visible peeking out of a pussy or decorating a cockhead, or nested in the crack of a bouncy bubble butt
  10. So, I've recently become fascinated with the concept of 'nurse/teacher bladders', where basically because nurses and teachers don't get time to pee throughout the day they just hold it for longer and longer - and as such their bladder gets bigger and bigger. I've seen a lot of videos on TikTok of women talking about this and about their unique bladder capacity, but not much noteworthy, which is why I'm turning to you guys. I'm not a leech, so here are some videos to give you a taster of what I'm looking for. Or, if you don't have anything, just saying you're into this kind of thing too would mean a lot Nurse bladder 1.mp4 Nurse bladder scan 2.mp4 Nurse bladder scan.mp4
  11. Hi, its been a while but here is the start of my next story. Been working on it for months but haven't found the time or motivation to write it, so im sort of forcing my hand by posting the first part to get the ball rolling whether I feel ready or not haha. Story does / will include scenes of a sexual nature and some bladder filling through catheters later on down the line. Although I dont tend to go into graphic depictions of it. The Company Retreat. Chapter 1: Complications Breathing heavily Demi continued to run, each footfall sending shockwaves through her aching body as she gasped for breath. Starting in her heel they reverberated up her long slender legs, past her toned backside and into her core. It was there that Demi could feel it, the sensation she had been waiting for all week as part of her routine. The throbbing, tingling inside her abdomen from a bladder full to capacity. She didn’t exactly know when she had first noticed the thrill and sense of sexual excitement that it brought, but now in her late twenties she had become an expert in prolonging and maximising it. Although, given living with a flatmate that she also worked with, it had been hard to find time to enjoy it lately. But with her friend gone for the next few days she had the entire weekend to herself and was starting it out as she meant to go on. The drinks she had downed this morning and the contents of the empty water bottle in her left hand now being heavily restricted by the tight gym clothes she was wearing, the lycra navy shorts a size to small technically but doing exactly the job she wanted them to do. The fire between her legs burning much brighter than the ache from her other muscles and overriding all complaints from her bladder. But approaching the housing estate she lived on, she couldn’t help sigh a little in relief. For the last mile she had been worrying she had overdone it in her eagerness. The extra drinks compared to when she usually did this, increasing the desperation she was feeling to a level where if she had started 20 minutes later she would have worried about being caught short. In reality she knew she could last longer, her muscles well trained after years of playing sport and holding at each and every opportunity that came her way. But the possibility of wetting herself was all part of the fantasy swirling around her lustful and horny mind. It had been months since she had been able to enjoy it more openly, having to sneak in a hold here and there but they were never the same. Her morning run one example, but with Jessie her flatmate joining her, she limited herself to stop any outwards displays. Although, she still got the occasional comments from her friend about how much she was drinking. Crossing the street she checked once again to see if her bottle was empty, it was just like it had been 10 minutes, 5, 2 and 30 seconds ago when she had gone to drink from it. Her eagerness not driven by thirst but longing to load up on more liquids. There was no reason to hide it today. She would make it home nice and hydrated, continue to drink and then see if she could make it through lunch. There was a new eat in Sushi restaurant in town with large windows on three sides, it seemed to always be at capacity. Something she also wanted to be when she went there later, Although, given the light pulses coming from her bladder each time her foot met the concrete, she might have to tone down the large litre bottle she had set out for her on return. After all it was the desperation and fullness she was into, she had no real wish to pee herself in public, the humiliation and shame were real and worrying consequences to her. Although, she would have been lying if the all too real consequences didn’t heighten the other more pleasurable feelings. However, as she rounded the corner of her street she saw something strange, her housemates car was parked outside. It had been gone this morning, the company trip setting off at 7am and it was almost 8 now. Unable to sleep in excitement she had even heard Jessie leave before she got up. Arriving at her house and testing the door handle she found it open and stepping inside she could hear rustling coming from her room. “Jessie?” She called out, the door to her room opening and a slightly stressed woman standing there. Deep tan lines coming out of her strapless crop top that covered a rather ample set of breasts, the half Colombians body the envy of many women who wanted the sumptuous and wide hipped shape that she had. Although few knew how hard her friend had to work to maintain it. “I thought you were…” Demi started before being cut off. “Where have you been, you need to grab that bag I packed for you and we need to go. Jonathan had to back out of the trip because his Nan died or cat died or something, so you get to come. “ Jessie said pointing to a bag in the corner. “Is he ok?” Demi asked, pressing her legs together for a moment “Yeah im sure he is fine.” Jessie added dismissively cramming a coat into the already filled bag. “O…ok, well I will just go and change.” Demi started. “There is no time. We are already late, why didn’t you answer your phone!” Jessie continued, waving her hands around dramatically. Opening her small running belt Demi found the dozen hydration tables she had forgotten about and her phone, which switching it on revealed 9 missed calls and several messages from Jessie. Her attention all aimed inwards and causing her to miss the gentle vibrations from her phone. “Sorry” Demi smiled sheepishly. “Yeah well, let go, now!” Jessie replied, grabbing Demi by the hand and pulling her out of the house without another word. Getting in Jessie’s car Demi felt her bladder throb, but pulling the seatbelt across she reminded herself that this is what she wanted. Besides, it was just a 15 minute drive to the airport and for an international flight she would have plenty of time to pee before boarding. Although part of her wondered what take-off would feel like with a bladder full to the brim, the sudden acceleration compressing it down inside her. But as the car turned on she shook that mental image to the back of her mind, she had read one too many stories of people wetting themselves when the seat belt light doesn't turn off to actually want to try it, no matter how hot she found those she had read. Trying to distract herself she started checking through her bag packed by Jessie and was happy to see her friend had managed to get everything she could possibly need. The brunette always being the more organised of the two so it made sense she would know what to bring, even when she was in a slight panic. “I put that bottle of water you left out in too in case you need a drink” Jessie said as the pulled onto the main road. “Thanks” Demi smiled, not wanting to raise any questions she picked up the bottle and took a large swig from it. Carefully screwing the top back she placed it back in the bag. Although, given it was a flight she would have to get rid of it before going through security. The voice in the bag of her head telling her to just chug it now and enjoy it, but thankfully on this case her better judgement won out. Leaning back she crossed her legs tightly, allowing herself to focus on the feeling in her bladder. The urgency she had felt was much lesser now, making her realise it was mostly all in her head anyway. The dull ache of her full bladder still causing her some discomfort, but it was the fact her weeks plan had been completely ruined that was upsetting her most. She knew that Jessie was probably just thinking it would be good for her to be at this retreat, it would let them get to know a few of the others she worked with. Despite having worked at the company for years together she never really had gotten to know any of them other than Jessie. It would also look good for any promotions she would go for in the future. She had been in this position for almost 6 years now, many people had come and gone but she had just been stuck there, some of the others referring to her as a “lifer”. Demi could think of worse things to do than marketing, but at the same time if she ever wanted to own a house she would need a better paying job. “Right come on, they are waiting for us” Jessie said, hurriedly parking the car a few minutes later. Looking out of the window they were not at the airport but at work. What made it worse was the mini-bus parked across from them, their boss standing with her arms folded and a glare on her face that clearly showed she wasn’t happy with them. “I thought you said Demi would be good to go, you have been more than an hour.” Their boss started at Jessie, her cold and unnerving gaze enough to stop a charging bull. “Im sorry, there were some complications.” Jessie said, trying to be diplomatic, heaving a bag into the back of the minibus. “Well, I don’t care. We have a booked room this evening at the lodge that we need to get to on time. I wont have our business wasting money booking things, only for people like you two, to make us miss the appointments. Now lets go!” Loading her bag and getting on the bus Demi grabbed a seat by the window, re-crossing her legs and placing a hand between them. It would be fine, she told herself. She had already been planning on holding it for another couple of hours, aiming to make it through lunch. She had held it plenty of times in past and hadn’t really had an accident in years. Most of her "accidents" usually just her peeing herself in the brief moments of secrecy and timed between Jessie appearing or not. Thinking about it, it wasnt since she was at uni that she had actually wet herself properly, the really memorable time was when she had found herself bursting to after holding it from Friday morning all through her lectures and even a night out with pint after pint of cider. But getting back to halls she had kept holding it on her bed, by 1am her whole body was awake with electric energy as she bounced on her heel with a hand in her pants. Alcohol lowering her inhibitions and making her tipsily push her body further and further. Only for the fire alarm to go off just at the wrong moment, her RA banging on all their doors as someone in the corridor opposite burnt their pizza. She had been forced from her bed, bladder quivering with need to stand in the cold with all her flat mates. After 17 hours it was impossible to hide her bladder bulge or desperate antic’s, many of her housemates watching on or even laughing at the predicament. It was still one of the most embarrassing, painful and erotic moments of her life. Somehow she had survived the 30 minutes wait for the security team to arrive and confirm the building was in fact not burning down. As soon as they had said it was ok to go in she had rushed in, through to her room and slammed the door shut. Her control immediately failing before she could reach her en-suite. She had stood just inside the bathroom wetting herself and furiously masturbating to 1, 2, 3, countless orgasms as pain gave way to sheer pleasure. How many times had she thought about that night over the last few years, she missed the freedom of those more carefree and explorative years. Feeling the engine turn on Demi couldn’t help but let out a little sigh, but embarrassingly it wasn’t in desperation. Despite the fact she was surrounded by her colleagues, it seemed the pleasure she had been building up inside herself was going nowhere, not helped by her reminiscing about that night. The gentle vibrations causing ripples in her bladder and goose bumps to form all over her body. Her subconscious doing its best to humiliate her as she went wide eyed, a familiar tingling starting to develop inside her. She was now stuck on a bus for who knows how long and without access to a bathroom, one of her ultimate fantasies. She would never have designed it this way, but that didn’t stop her head feeling a little lighter headed than normal. Swallowing deeply and feeling her nipples hardening against the tight fabric of her sports bra she tried to focus on something else, anything else! “Alright ladies” Her boss said standing up at the front. Thank goodness…Demi thought. “So we have to be in Bern (Switzerland) by 6pm and thanks to our tardy colleagues here.” She said indicating to them both, “we are running over an hour late. To fix this we are going to have to cut out a number of our stops on the way there. We had scheduled 5, each around 15 minutes.” She continued, pulling out a large itinerary of everything they were supposed to be doing. “But in light of the delay this morning I’m afraid we are only going to be able to make one stop.” “But what abut...comfort breaks?” Sally brought up, the small petite woman known for two things, her love of hamsters and frequent toilet breaks at the office. Even at work functions she would usually be the one asking around to see if anyone else needed to go. A strange need to socialise when peeing, or perhaps to make her fell less like she was the only one who needed too. “We are all grown women, you just have to hold it. Its only a few hours and we will stop in France.” Their boss continued before taking the drivers seat at the front. Starting to pull out of the large car park and heading off for the corporate retreat, Demi couldn't believe what she had just heard. --------------------------------------------------- Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of this new story. Then next couple of chapters are more or less written so should be out relatively soon. If you have any thoughts or comments I would love to hear them!
  12. Hey guys. Some of you might remember a story of extreme female desperation I posted over a year ago about Karl and his wife Kate, called The Wife Who Had To Hold It. I mentioned at the time that I wanted to come back to these characters to write another story with them sometime later, and well, now's the time to do it I feel. If you haven't read the previous story (it's a good one but very long), it's not necessary to enjoy this story, it only explains a bit of the background between Kate & Karl. ====== Groundhog's Day for Kate, Part #1 If you've read my previous stories about my sexy wife Kate, than you'll know how she's prideful of her bladder of steel. You'll know how Kate is such a big environmentalist that she pees as infrequently as possible to save water on flushing the toilet. That was how I was able to talk Kate into us installing a urinal in our home bathroom. You'll also know how Kate agreed years ago to only let herself take a piss after I had peed in our home urinal 3 times since Kate's last piss. And you'll know how I built up enough of an iron bladder over the years to last over 24 hours without a piss, and therefore deny Kate a piss for several days in a row. Despite how many years me and Kate have been living under the rules of this challenge, I had never been able to crack Kate's bladder once. I've made Kate extremely desperate, and seemingly only seconds away from pissing herself. But never once had Kate lost control of her perfect iron bladder, Kate was always able to hold it until she was finally allowed to pee under the rules of our challenge. Over the years Kate had become quite smug about the fact that I had never once been able to best her iron bladder, even with the rules rigged heavily in my favor. On top of that, Kate always without exception drank 3 gallons of fluids (or more!) in a day as part of her diet, and because we lived in a hot climate. I drank a lot of fluids myself in day, but nowhere near as much as Kate did. Over the years I had tried to challenge Kate to keep on waiting after my 3rd piss until she couldn't wait any longer. But Kate's response was always one of the following, or a combination of them: 1. "You know the rules Karl. If you want to see me wait longer, than you'll have to learn how to hold it in longer". 2. "You'll never break my iron bladder Karl. I'm much too tough a lady and tough of a wife to ever lose control of my iron bladder". 3. "Why would I ever agree to continue to hold it until I can't wait anymore Karl? I like winning, and that's a bet even I would lose, eventually". 4. "Me lose control of my bladder? That'll never happen Karl. I can hold on a lot longer than you think". One day Kate took pity on me after I was forced yet again to take my 3rd piss and let Kate finally empty herself. "If you really want to try to beat my iron bladder Karl, you should try to drink a lot more fluids throughout the day" Kate said as she sat herself on the toilet. "But I already drink a lot of fluids throughout the day Kate" I replied as Kate began to calmly piss a gusher. Though Kate tried to look like she had barely needed to go after over 3 days of holding it, the relief written across her face clearly said otherwise. "But not as much as me Karl, you drink a little more than 2 gallons a day at most, while I always drink 3 gallons a day or more. Try it Karl, keep up with my drinking for a while and give your bladder a workout. Of course you won't be able to hold it as long at first with all those extra drinks Karl, but that'll be your goal to work for to improve your bladder". "Sure you're not just trying to make things easier on yourself for a while Kate" I asked her. "Just the opposite Karl" Kate had replied smoothly as she continued to piss a gusher. "I enjoy challenging myself to hold it even longer. I want you to hold it longer so that I have no choice but to hold it even longer. Besides... maybe it'll help you finally beat me one of these days". At first I didn't listen to Kate's suggestion. But then after some more encouragement and pestering from Kate I decided to try it. It took me several months to work myself up to peeing just once a day again instead of twice a day under my greater liquid intake, but Kate's advice did help a lot. Kate started to drink even more herself throughout the day at the same time. Kate went from drinking 3 gallons a day to drinking closer to 4 gallons a day. While this was going on, I tried to figure out the same thing I had for years. How could I arrange a situation where Kate had no choice but to continue to wait and hold it for hours or even days longer after I took my third piss? I tried to pee at places or times when I knew Kate couldn't or wouldn't pee, like in my last story, but I could never delay her trip to the toilet long enough for me to need to take a 4th piss, let alone for Kate to lost control of her iron bladder. Not even camping trips, far from any kind of public toilets that Kate would use, had been able to break Kate's iron bladder in the past. One day however a new tactic dawned on me. I didn't have to try to arrange situations to endlessly stall Kate's much needed visit to the toilet when she was allowed to go under our rules. Instead, I could use Kate's own pride to keep her waiting if I pushed her buttons just right at the right opportunity. That opportunity came one day on a Sunday evening. I had been holding it for the last 24 hours, and I had been quite desperate since the mid-afternoon. But finally, by 9 PM, after 24 hours of holding it, I couldn't wait any longer. This piss would be my 3rd piss since Kate had last peed, which was one reason Kate came to the bathroom to watch as I whipped my cock out and started to piss a gusher in the urinal. Just standing in the bathroom, next to the inviting white toilet bowl, and watching me piss a gusher in the urinal next to it was surely torture on Kate's bursting iron bladder. Kate had last taken a piss on Thursday evening at 9 PM, which was almost exactly 72 hours ago. On top of that, Kate hadn't bothered to take her 4 inch high heel shoes off, so her painful footwear was surely only adding yet more pressure to her surely exhausted bladder. Our rules technically didn't say that Kate had to stand there and wait for me to finish my piss in the urinal before she could seat herself on the toilet seat and piss her own gusher. But Kate always did it regardless, as if to push herself just a little bit farther each time. For Kate to seat herself on the toilet now before I finished would be admitting weakness in her mind, and Kate's pride couldn't allow that no matter what her bladder said. Kate tried to play the calm & prideful wife with the iron bladder who wasn't dying to be able to release her pent up piss in just a moment. But even so, I caught Kate grimacing out of the corner of my eye as I first started to piss my gusher. Still, despite Kate's extreme desperation after 72 hours of waiting, and the large bladder bulge that was visible, she didn't allow herself to grip her pussy. Nor did she let herself fidget around in desperation as she surely so wanted to. Instead she stood with her arms crossed, and her legs slightly spread. "So Kate, how desperate are you to finally be able to piss your gusher now" I asked. "You must be glad that you can finally piss after 3 long days of waiting". "You must be joking Karl" replied my wife. "You must know by now that I'm such a tough wife that you don't even make it a challenge for my iron bladder anymore". Kate tried to keep her face calm, but I could see the enormous strain on her bladder's sphincter muscles that she was dealing with and trying to hide. Me and Kate had drank a bit of alcohol earlier in the evening, and I had been stroking Kate's pride through it. So Kate's arrogant reply despite the strain already on her iron bladder was exactly as I had expected and hoped for. "Oh come on Kate" I said, "I know your pussy is as eager to piss a gusher as my penis is to be pissing right now. You'll be ripping your jeans and panties down to your knees the second my piss is finished, and you'll already be pissing a gusher even before your butt touches the toilet seat". As I said this I noticed Kate's hands were already starting to unbutton her jeans even as I continued to piss away in the urinal. Kate noticed it to, and stopped, with only the top button undone. I smiled at Kate, knowing she had helped prove my point. Kate looked a bit ticked off at herself for walking right into it. "Oh hush Karl, I am not as eager to piss as your penis is" Kate replied in her prideful tone. "Unlike you and your penis, me and my pussy could still wait and hold it a while longer if we had to". Seeing my chance now, I moved in to try to push Kate to agree to keep waiting even longer. "Well yeah, I'm sure you could wait a couple more hours Kate" I said in my Mr. Reasonable voice. "But there's certainly no way you could keep waiting until tomorrow morning, let alone beyond that, you're much too desperate to pee already Kate". As I hoped for, Kate got a fire burning in her eyes at that statement. "You don't know how tough your wife and her iron bladder is then Karl" Kate said with some anger in her voice now. "I could easily hold it throughout the night, all through work tomorrow, and beyond that point to". My piss finally finished as Kate was talking, but Kate restrained herself and didn't rush to use the toilet the second I finished like she often did. I knew it was now or never to seal the deal as I flushed the urinal. "Well, I guess we'll never know the answer to that Kate" I replied. "Unless you were to agree to continue to hold it, say until I had to take my 4th piss since you last had a pee 72 hours ago". Kate was silent for several seconds now as she glared at me, standing just a few feet away from the inviting white toilet bowl promising her sweet relief now. Kate could have easily resumed unbuttoning her jeans, and sliding them and her panties off so that she could take her urgently needed piss now. But instead Kate stood there, on her painful high heels, with a boiling load of piss still brewing between her legs, and continued to stare into my eyes. I could tell Kate was seriously contemplating what to do in that silence. Finally Kate broke the silence. "You know how a certain lady loves to challenge herself Karl" she said with pride. "My bladder's floodgates will remain sealed, until you have to open your bladder's own floodgates and take a 4th piss since I last had a pee. No matter how long that takes". "Are you sure Kate" I asked playfully now as I put a hand on the raised toilet lid. "Last chance for a certain tough girl to change her mind and pee in a very long time Kate". "My jealous pussy will hate me for it Karl, I have to pee pretty bad already. But yes I'm certain, I'm a tough wife and I can hold it quite a while longer than just 3 days if I have to" Kate replied. I slammed the toilet lid down with finality, to signify Kate's now lost chance to take a much needed pee. "The ladies room is now closed Kate, I sure hope you can wait until it's available next time" I announced with a grin. I pointed at the button on her jeans Kate had undone a moment earlier. "You ought to button that back up Kate, you won't be needing to unbutton it anytime soon now". Kate smiled and nodded her head as she reached down to re-button the top of her jeans. Kate allowed a slight groan to escape her lips as the button re-added a bit of pressure to her bladder. "Oh my" whispered Kate playfully. "I think I made a mistake passing up that toilet Karl. I could really use a piss right about now". Kate 'playfully' gripped her crotch and squirmed for added emphasis. "Is the ladies room still open for a certain desperate lady who hasn't peed in 3 whole days Karl?". "Sorry, but the ladies room is going to be closed for a long while Kate" I replied. "You'll just have to wait until then". "Oh... gosh I sure hope I can wait that long" Kate muttered in pretend nervousness. "You boys sure have it easy being able to unzip and pee almost anywhere... that would really come in handy for me right now". Kate bit her lips as she glanced anxiously at the closed toilet lid, and the urinal she couldn't use. "But I am a lady, so I guess I'll just have to wait. It's a good thing I'm so good at waiting". I grinned at Kate, "I know you've been waiting to pee for 3 days already Kate, you could use a distraction from that desperate need" I said. Kate nodded while shifting her legs around desperately in her high heels. "Well what better distraction than the two of us sharing a pitcher of lemonade together" I asked in a tone that was daring Kate not to say no. Kate knew full well I was challenging her. "I don't think that'll help my poor unlucky bladder Karl" she replied knowingly, "but... you know how much I love lemonade". Lemonade was Kate's favorite drink, which was why I had suggested it over another beverage. Kate was grinning now at the challenge. "I know you don't think I can handle it Karl, but my iron bladder is much tougher than you realize". With that, Kate led the way to the kitchen. Despite the state of her bladder, Kate ended up having 4 of the 6 glasses of lemonade in the 3 liter pitcher. Later as we were getting ready for bed Kate eagerly agreed to some full bladder sex, during which Kate was gripping her pussy and squirming around a lot. My doubt that Kate could last the night, let alone the day tomorrow, must have been written on my face, because as I closed my eyes Kate whispered "I'm stronger than you think Karl, I will hold it for you and your silly bet. Maybe then you'll learn why it's futile to challenge to me and my unbreakable bladder". "Or maybe I'll finally discover that even your bladder has its limits" I whispered back playfully. ===== Groundhog's Day for Kate, Part #2 The next morning me and Kate were awaken at 7 AM by our alarm clock. Kate hadn't peed in 82 hours by now as she got out of bed with her rock hard bladder bulge quite visible in her skimpy lingerie. Kate allowed herself to squirm around a bit and grip her crotch for a moment in desperation as she fought against her urgent need for a morning piss. Kate noticed me standing by the bed staring at her as she stood up and calmly removed her hands from her crotch, stopped squirming, and smiled. "I guess the ladies room is still going to be closed for a while yet isn't it Karl" she asked me playfully. I nodded in agreement. "Certain guys sure can take a while to reopen the ladies room Karl... it's almost... as if they don't want desperate girls like me to pee for a long time". "There's nothing but your own pride preventing you from barging in to use the ladies room anyway Kate" I reminded her. I liked to give Kate an 'out' at times, she never took it, even if she so badly needed it. "No thanks, I'll be good Karl" Kate replied quickly to show that she was still up for the challenge from last night. "I've already waited all day for the last couple of days without giving my poor bladder any relief. I can do it again today if your bladder makes me". Me and Kate soon got dressed for the day. Without any important visitors expected at work today Kate grabbed a fashionable pair of jeans and a business casual shirt. Under normal circumstances with an empty bladder the jeans would fit Kate quite comfortably. But with 82 hours worth of boiling piss contained inside her rock hard bladder bulge I knew the jeans would be a more uncomfortable fit for Kate. But Kate, even with her surely desperate need, was used to wearing clothing too tight around her bladder region. So Kate's body language remained calm, even as she zipped and buttoned her jeans shut. Kate didn't even flinch when she tightened her belt and locked the buckle. And of course Kate finished up the outfit by slipping on a pair of fashionable high heels that she knew full well would torture her aching, bursting bladder all day whenever she stood up or walked anywhere. Without another word between us, me and Kate headed for the kitchen to have some breakfast, as well as share a 3 liter pitcher of spring water. Like we usually did we both had 3 glasses of it over breakfast before it was drained. Before we left for work Kate couldn't help but grab herself a cold bottle of spring water from the fridge, all while I smiled knowingly at her. "Just because I've really gotta pee bad doesn't mean I don't get thirsty Karl" Kate replied with a smile. We arrived at work shortly before 9 AM, by which time Kate had finished draining her bottle of water. Me and Kate kissed each other goodbye and went our separate ways in the office until we got together for lunch at 1 PM. Both of us had our share of drinks in the morning at work. I had 2 large cups of coffee, and 3 bottles of water, which I thought was a lot, until I learned Kate had drank same and an additional bottle of water. By the time we went to lunch I was really needing a piss myself. But of course there was no way I going to, because that would let Kate pee as well, unless I somehow talked her into waiting even longer, which I wasn't going to count on. Kate, despite having gone 88 hours without a piss now, was relatively calm as we went out to lunch together. She even teased me a bit about needing to go 'already' when she caught me squirming in the car. "What's the matter Karl? Don't tell me you need to pee already, it's only been 16 hours for you. I thought you were going to make this a challenge for me". "We'll see about that when I make you piss yourself Kate" I replied good naturedly. "I know you'll be crossing your legs and squirming around underneath the table when you don't think anyone will be looking". "I'd like to see you hold it for three and a half days and only cross your legs under the table a bit" Kate countered. Lunch passed uneventfully. Despite how desperate we both were Kate drank 3 large glasses of soda over lunch, while I had 2. I was still aiming to drink 3 gallons a day, and Kate 4 gallons a day, under our liquid heavy diet, so neither of us had a choice in the matter of not drinking so much. Kate tried to look calm sitting across the table from me, but I could tell from her strained body language that she was having a lot more trouble keeping her full bladder's dam shut then she was letting on. I tried to not let see Kate see just how bad off I was, but I did my share of leg crossing and crotch grabbing under the table. After lunch me and Kate went our separate ways in the office again. I don't know about Kate, since she would never admit it to me, but as the day went on, I knew I was getting more distracted by my giant urge for a piss. It didn't help that I drank another 5 bottles of water in the afternoon at work either. If it wasn't for the knowledge that Kate couldn't pee as long as I held on I would have been sorely tempted to visit the men's room. At the other end of the office, Kate was busy working her way through 6 bottles of water this afternoon. If Kate was alone in her office then I knew she had to be squirming around desperately in her seat from the nearly 4 days she had gone without a pee by now. As 5 PM rolled around I found Kate had helped herself to a can of soda from the vending machine on the way to the car where we both met. "Are you sure that's wise dear, given your predicament" I teased on the way to the car. "It's wiser then however many bottles of water you drank in the afternoon" Kate countered arrogantly. "You'll have to pee soon enough, and then it won't matter how wise or not wise this can of soda is, because I'll be able to pee to". "Well then, maybe you should do the driving if you're so confident I'll pee first" I countered. "After all, if I'll pee first then I must be more distracted by my desperate bladder after nearly 20 hours of waiting then you are from yours after nearly 92 hours of waiting". I could tell by the look in Kate's eyes that she hadn't expected that. Since I almost always drove, Kate was used to being able to sit back and focus her attention on her keeping her boiling piss contained in her bladder whenever we traveled. Kate narrowed her eyes, and took a sip from her can of soda, knowing what I was doing. "That won't be a problem Karl, hand me the keys" Kate replied, pretending to be calm, even though I knew full well she wasn't. I was glad to be able to grip my cock through my pants and pay attention to Kate's body language as she drove us. Kate did surprisingly well at looking calm when we were moving, but I saw her legs shifting around nervously from her desperate urge to pee after almost 4 days without relief. At the first red light when Kate stopped the car I could tell she was about to automatically grab her pussy in desperation. But she remembered who was sitting next to her and stopped before her hands could get there. So Kate grabbed her can of soda instead, and made a show of taking a long sip from it, enough to finish draining it. "What would us ladies ever do about these frequent & long closures of the ladies room if we weren't so good at waiting?" Kate asked me playfully, knowing I was watching her every move for signs of desperation. "Ladies could always use the urinal in the men's room" I suggested. Kate shook her head. "Ladies could also use the bushes alongside their man when we go camping or hiking" I added. "Us ladies don't have the anatomy for either of those things Karl" Kate replied playfully. "That's why our mothers teach us that boys get to pee outdoors, while us ladies have to hold it. And then there's filthy public restrooms, you guys don't mind Karl, you'd go anywhere. But us ladies do mind, so us ladies frequently have to continue to hold it when the ladies room is too filthy, even if we've already been waiting a lot longer then you boys have". "Well, a certain lady could drop the act and admit she has to go when we get home. Surely her own toilet is clean enough for her" I countered playfully. "But us ladies can't even do that either at times" Kate countered. "Sometimes us ladies get back home desperate to pee, only to have to wait even longer because our husbands beat us to the toilet first, even though the husband got to pee multiple times when he was out with the lady". "Then it's a good thing that some of you ladies enjoy putting off your pee, and holding it for several days in a row, isn't it Kate?" I replied with a smile. "Well, if the world conspires to keep us ladies from taking a pee, then why shouldn't I try to enjoy having to hold it all the time?" Kate grinned. When we got back home at 6 PM both me and Kate were dying to pee, with 21 and 93 hours of boiling pee in our bladders separating the us from our last trip to the toilet. But neither of us so much as glanced down the hall towards our only bathroom. Instead I took out a 3 liter pitcher of water and poured us both a glass, while Kate started dinner. Kate could have taken her pair of 4 inch high heels off at any time now that we were home, but she didn't. I think Kate decided a few months ago that she enjoyed the extra challenge her painful high heels were on a full bladder. Despite the high heels that were surely bothering her poor tormented bladder's sphincter muscles, Kate didn't hesitate to quickly down her first half a liter glass of water from the pitcher, and pour herself a second glass. Kate tried to avoid squirming around and gripping her crotch in front of me, with only partial success due to the nearly 4 days she had gone without a pee. But to be fair, I was desperately squirming around probably three times as much as Kate. At this point I knew I wasn't going to best Kate's iron bladder today, she was clearly in much better control of her bladder's situation then I was despite the much longer wait she had. I just wanted to extend Kate's desperate plight as long as I could, and figure out how I could get Kate to agree to skip her pee again if at all possible. By 7 PM both me and Kate had finished dinner, and completely drained the 3 liter pitcher. Both me and Kate had 3 large glasses of the pitcher. Though Kate tried to look tough, I could tell she was really beginning to feel the strain of denying herself relief for the last 94 hours while wearing such tight and uncomfortable clothing. Kate grimaced across the table, but she tried to turn it into a grin when she noticed me watching, all while I saw her hands go underneath the table towards her crotch. At first I thought Kate was gripping her crotch, until I heard the sound of a belt buckle unsnapping. "Does my lovely wife finally have to admit that her bladder isn't as strong as she claims it is and hurry to the toilet for a much needed pee now?" I asked smoothly. "Is it a crime for a girl to want to unwind at the end of a long day by taking her tight belt off?" Kate asked. "Don't worry about your silly bet Karl, I'll hold my pee until you have to pee again, which will be pretty soon I imagine". "I think it's a sign that a lady is nearing her limits if the pressure of the belt is too much for her to bear after 94 hours without a pee" I countered. "But... certain things... might persuade me otherwise". "Certain things Karl?" Kate questioned mockingly. "You're real subtle aren't you? Fetch me a can of soda then, I'll drink it while we watch some television". Our evening was relatively subdued after that for a while, as we watched TV for a few hours. Kate drank her can of soda, as well as 2 more glasses of water. I drank another 2 glasses of water myself. By the time 9 PM rolled around I once again couldn't hold it any longer. Kate had been watching me like a tiger for the last hour, just as much as I had been watching her desperately squirm after 4 days without a pee. When I finally couldn't take it anymore and announced I had to run to the bathroom, Kate slyly remarked "well of course you do Karl, the boys always have to pee first... and second, and third, and fourth to it seems". I hurried to the bathroom desperately gripping my desperate cock. Despite her 4 inch high heels Kate managed to stay right behind me without tripping. Upon entering the bathroom I hurried to the urinal, and began to take a loud piss with Kate watching. Kate tried to act calm as I peed away in front of her, but I caught her eyes anxiously darting to the inviting white toilet bowl next to the urinal. Despite her calm demeanor, Kate hadn't been able to pee in 4 days, and was a few hours away from the 100 hour mark. I knew Kate was really bursting to go right now as she began to unbutton her jeans before I was even half done my piss. Kate tried to cover it up by talking. "It's a good thing that the ladies room is now open again, because this lady really needs to take a leak now" Kate said as she lifted the toilet lid. "4 days of holding it like this is more of a challenge for me and my bladder of steel Karl". Kate didn't move to sit on the toilet yet however, for that I knew she'd wait until I was finished peeing first. "So does that mean that 5 days of holding it would be too much of a challenge for you to handle then Kate?" I asked slyly. "Don't be silly Karl, we both know the answer to that" Kate replied arrogantly, even as she squeezed her legs together in a subtle sign of desperation. "Maybe someday you'll learn Karl that me and my bladder of steel have no limits, I can always wait as long as I need to". "I think the way you've already unzipped your jeans says otherwise Kate" I countered as I continued to piss in the urinal. "You're so desperate to pee that you're hurrying to undo your jeans early just so that you won't have to wait an extra few seconds to pee, because you know you can't hold it much longer Kate. I bet you were getting worried about having an accident if I made you wait much longer". "In your dreams Karl. There's nothing unusual with a girl unbuttoning her jeans in anticipation of a much needed pee she's about to take" Kate replied calmly. As she spoke my piss began to die down, Kate couldn't help but grip her crotch and fidget her legs around in anticipation of her pee. "There's nothing wrong with a girl lifting the lid in preparation for her pee either, especially seeing as you're about done Karl" Kate added. Kate was right, my piss finally dribbled down to nothing as Kate watched, eager to let loose her own brewing load of boiling piss. But unfortunately for Kate, I was determined to make sure that her brewing load of boiling piss would have to brew for a while longer in her tiring bladder. I knew that I had to make my move quickly as I tucked my cock back in my pants. Kate smiled as she began to pull her jeans down, only the smile soon vanished when I slammed the lid down on Kate's toilet before she could pull her jeans even halfway down her hips. "Karl what are you doing?" Kate asked confused, her jeans still only partially pulled down, her red panties easily visible. "It's my turn to pee now". "Sorry Kate, it turns out the ladies room is still closed for maintenance" I announced boldly, jumping back into our earlier role-playing. "It was a totally unexpected problem the maintenance crew ran into. You'll just have to continue waiting until they finish Kate. I'm afraid it's going to be a while longer yet". "Well then how's a lady supposed to get the pee that she was promised for out holding you yet again Karl" Kate asked annoyed. She bent her knees and fidgeted her legs together nervously, considering her options I knew. Kate clearly hadn't expected me to issue another challenge to her bladder of steel so soon. "Hey, you were the one who said earlier that the world conspires to keep you ladies away from the toilet" I reminded her with a shrug. "I guess you were right Kate, the world is sure conspiring against you now". Silence stretched between us for a few seconds. Kate's eyes glared at me, before shifting to the white porcelain toilet bowl aside of me, that she had been eagerly looking forward to using 15 seconds ago before I had moved to stop her. I knew the heavy load of boiling piss brewing between her legs for the last 4 days was at the forefront of Kate's mind. Kate really didn't want to have to keep that piss brewing in her bladder for yet another day, especially not with the 4 inch high heels she wore, which only made a full bladder harder to deal with. But Kate was also quite prideful, and could be quite stubborn when she saw her pride as at stake I knew. I smiled as Kate's eyes shifted away from the much needed toilet and back at me, full of stubbornness and determination. "A totally 'unexpected' maintenance problem in the ladies room Karl?" Kate asked me, her voice full of playful skepticism. "Sounds to me like someone just really doesn't want us ladies to pee, especially this lady in particular, who hasn't peed in 4 whole days already", Kate added, pointing at herself as she crossed her legs. "Hey I'm not the maintenance man Kate, I'm just the bearer of bad news" I said, innocently. Kate playfully rolled her eyes at my feigned innocent. "The bottom line Kate is you'll just have to wait some more, unless you care to use the men's room instead" I added, waving at the urinal, "no plumbing issues or lines there". "Certainly not Karl!" Kate scolded me. "A lady doesn't barge in and use the men's room, especially not when she'd mind if a man barged into the ladies room!". "Well then, I guess you're just going to have to wait Kate, since that's your only option left" I told her. Kate frowned, as if remembering her brewing load of boiling piss she had been so eager to rid herself of a moment ago. "I really need to pee bad after holding it for the last 4 days Karl" she admitted as she gripped her crotch and squirmed in front of me. I smiled as I saw my opportunity. "What's the matter Kate, worried that you might pee yourself soon if you have to hold it a while longer?" I taunted. Kate bristled visibly at the insult to her pride, even as her bladder begged for relief. Knowing I was taking a risk now, I opened the toilet lid. "Go ahead and take your pee Kate. I wouldn't want you to end up peeing in your jeans just because you were too stubborn to admit that you couldn't hold it any longer during our role-playing session". My gamble worked better than I thought, Kate didn't even pause to think about her words first. "I'm going to make you eat those words Karl" Kate replied confidently. "I may really have to pee quite badly after holding it for the last 4 days, but that doesn't mean that I'll pee myself soon if I don't plop myself on that white porcelain toilet bowl". Kate glanced at the toilet longingly for a moment as she continued to fidget around. With one hand still openly gripping her throbbing desperate pussy through her red panties, Kate reached out for the toilet lid with her other hand. "It would feel really frigging good to use that toilet, I won't deny it Karl. But I'll hold it for a while longer instead, just to prove to you that I can still wait for a pee. I think another 24 hours should be long enough to prove my point to you". With that, this time it was Kate who slammed the toilet lid shut with finality, to signify her once again lost chance to pee. "Are you really sure about this Kate?" I asked as Kate began to pull her jeans back up. "Another 24 hours without a pee is a long time for anyone to wait, especially for a desperate lady who already hasn't peed in the last 4 days". Kate's face grimaced as she pulled her jean's zipper back up, pressing her tight jeans up against her bulging bladder and the 4 days of boiling piss brewing inside. "No one said us ladies have it easy Karl" Kate replied playfully, even while partially grunting as she buttoned her jeans back up, which put more strain on her 4 day unrelieved bladder. "Your penis is really lucky Karl. My pussy is so jealous that it still hasn't gotten to pee yet, especially with the toilet right there in front of me!". I smiled, Kate looked so darn sexy the way she desperately squirmed around in her tight jeans, while trying hard not to in order to look like the tough woman she stubbornly wanted to be. I couldn't resist pulling her into my arms and kissing her on the lips just then. I felt Kate's enormous bulging bladder brushing up against my leg as I did this. I heard a slight moan escape from Kate's lips at the unneeded extra pressure this put on her tiring bladder. But Kate was too stubborn to complain about the effect our close embrace was having on all that boiling pent up piss brewing in her bladder, so she simply bore it without a word of complaint. "You're really hot when you're so desperate to pee like this Kate" I said as I mercifully let go of her. Kate, still in her 4 inch high heels, which only made things worse on her full bladder, squirmed her legs around nervously, which only made her sexier. "Well Karl, with the ladies room closed for another day, I'm sure you'll enjoy my plight for the next 24 hours then" Kate replied with surprising calm. I couldn't help but smile lustfully like a giddy little schoolboy, which wasn't unnoticed by Kate. "I really shouldn't have turned down that trip to the ladies room yesterday, should I Karl?" Kate asked me playfully as her hands began to undo my jeans to get at my erect cock. "My desperate pussy is throbbing for relief already Karl, but it's a good thing that I can hold it for another day... or maybe longer if I really want to". The two of us quickly began to undress and make our way to the bedroom. By the time I was laying in bed trying to fall asleep later I couldn't wait for tomorrow, to see if Kate could really backup her earlier boasting about her iron bladder.
  13. 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.
  14. A boy was invited to a party. There were a lot of young people, on of the guests was a young girl. The boy did never met that girl before, but they felt both attracted from the first moment.They spent all the time together, most in a dark, quiet corner on a couch, where they kissed and touched each other on all parts of their body. The boy loved it to have his hand under the short skirt from the girl, to feel the smooth skin of her nude thighs. He loved to have his fingers between her thighs on her little panties and a little later inside her panties and sometimes deep inside of the girl. They were both so absolutely aroused that they wanted nothing more than to get in the bed together. They decided to go to the boys home, where the girl would stay overnight. At the party they did not even talk the time to go to the loo, they suppressed their bodily needs just to stay together. Not till they were fore some minutes in the car, the girl said „we should have gone to the loo before we left.“ “Yes, that should we really have done.“ agreed the boy. During the drive home they paved each other constantly they were so horny for each other, that they went at home past the bathroom straight in the sleeping room. They fucked like crazy and were so much exhausted that they did lie a few minutes in the bed before the boy said „ it’s high time to go to the bathroom before it is to late.“ He did get out of the bed, pended over and squeezed his penis. The girl stayed in the bed and said „what if i don’t go?“ The boy was needing to piss so bad that he could not wait any longer for a discussion and went to the toilet. As he came back, totally relieved he asked „do you not need to go?“ She did take his hand and laid it on her lower abdomen. “Can’t you feel how full i am down there? I would need to wee really bad, but i can wait until morning“ she said. The boy could feel how tight her belly was and he could see how her swollen bladder was bulging out from her flat abdomen. “Oh no you can’t hold your wee back until morning! Can you??? No, you can not!!! You did drink the same as me and you did not go all evening.“ the boy said. “Sure i can, maybe it will get a little bit painful, but i can!! That is only a question of willpower. My bladder is very full now and it will get much fuller until morning, i am needing to wee since hours, but i did not wanted to leave you at the party just for to take a silly pee. I really would need to go now very, very bad and my need will get much stronger until morning, but if you like it i don’t go now, i hold it for you until tomorrow.”the girl said. The boy was so surprised that he did not know what to say. ”The girl said “You don’t have to say anything, your dick gave me the answer. You did cum just 15 minutes ago and you are bone hard again. I don’t know why, but i know that nearly all boys love it if girls hold their wee.” The boy was so fascinated, he laid his hand on the girls bulging bladder, pressed soft on it and said “that is absolutely impossible that you can hold so much wee inside you until tomorrow.” Turn off the lights, let us sleep, in the morning you can fuck my bursting full bladder!” I would love to have a girl like her!!
  15. I wrote the first part of this almost exactly seven years ago for one of the contests on nyou fiction. I came up with an idea for a second part soon after, and now here it is at last, along with a full rewrite of the original. --- The girl looked down at the pamphlet for a few seconds, her expression quickly shifting from curiosity to confusion. Then she looked up and asked, "So like what does it actually do?" Clarice sighed inwardly. "Like the description there says, it's a mixture of enzymes that synthesizes a wide variety of biomolecules from commonly occurring components, so that we can research them to find any with viable medical uses." The team had tried to make the language on the volunteer information handout as simple and accessible as they could, but most of the volunteers still didn't seem to understand it and ended up asking Clarice to explain everything anyway. The one across the desk from her now had a vacant expression that seemed to say she'd and stopped listening somewhere around the word 'enzymes', and Clarice found herself wondering if the girl had even seen the inside of a biology classroom since high school. "So far we've identified several that might be useful in treating conditions including... um," the girl's vacant look was still there, her confusion slowly deepening, and she glanced down at the cup on the desk as if looking at the formula itself could tell her something. Realizing that this was getting nowhere, Clarice gave another silent sigh and continued, "well, like keeping skin clear and healthy, for one thing, and-" The volunteer's face lit up instantly. "Really? Aw great." After that Clarice just had to go over the details of the stipend and show her where to sign, and then the girl swallowed the formula and left to hang out at the coffee place across the street for the next half hour. Clarice grumbled to herself a little as she sat back down behind the campus health center reception desk. It was just like Camille said earlier. Even a girl with only the vaguest understanding of biology or medical research knew something about skin care, and all it took to get a confused undergrad volunteer to sign her consent form was a quick mention of 'clear healthy skin'. At least it wasn't lying - one of the most promising potential applications they were looking into was a treatment for certain forms of early-onset heritable hyperkeratosis - but Clarice just didn't like having to work around other people's ignorance like that. She kept grumbling silently about it for a few minutes until her next volunteer arrived. It was another undergrad girl, and from the mermaid logo on her cup it looked like this one had just been hanging out at that same coffee place. She paused by the door and lifted that cup, tilting her head back and striking an impressive pose in the light from the window as she drank. She was tall and slim and athletic, with nicely toned abs and very nicely toned legs. She had shoulder-length light brown hair with striking platinum blonde highlights, pulled back into a simple ponytail, and she was wearing a cute sleeveless crop top and cute tight denim short shorts and cute little strappy flip-flop-style sandals. Her outfit looked perfect for staying comfortable in today's summer heat, and one couldn't help but notice the way it nicely showed off her abs and her legs too. Finishing the last of her coffee, she tossed the empty cup in the trash and came up to the desk where Clarice was waiting. "Hi, I'm Tara. I saw your ad earlier, are you still looking for volunteers?" the girl asked hopefully. Clarice gave her the usual bright and cheerful welcome and handed her the information pamphlet and showed her the formula, and unlike that last airhead, when Tara opened the pamphlet and started to read it she remained eager and focused. "Okay, so it's an enzyme for synthesizing some kind of designer medical treatments," Having quickly summarized the handout's information, she looked up and asked, "Well, what kind of substrate does your enzyme act on, and what are you working on developing treatments for?" Clarice happily answered her questions, somewhat heartened at a prospective volunteer who actually seemed to understand her explanation. Even though Tara didn't seem to be a science major or anything, she at least remembered enough terminology to ask relevant questions, which was more than could be said for most of today's volunteers. Clarice ended up going into quite a bit more detail than usual, and while she was explaining everything Tara took out a big bottle of water from her cute backpack and cracked it open to take a few long sips. "Right now we're still trying to demonstrate that the whole approach will produce the quantity, and most importantly the variety that we need to make it worthwhile. According to the theory everything should be viable, but the only way to really be sure is testing with volunteers," Clarice concluded with a note of cautious optimism. "Well, it all sounds interesting anyway," Tara replied, chuckling. "And I could really use the money right now. So I just need to sign here, take this and then give a sample, right?" She looked down at the cup and the consent form and reached for the pen. "That's right," Clarice nodded, then glanced away quickly. When Tara leaned over the counter like that, one couldn't help but notice the way her low-cut crop top showed off her cleavage. "Uh, you can come back in about a half hour for that part." Tara stopped with her hand poised over the signature line and looked up. "Oh, I don't need to wait or anything. I'm all ready to go right now." "Yes, you can take the formula right away. It's just after that you'll just need to wait about a half hour for the enzyme to take effect." "Oh right, of course." Tara set the pen down, frowning. "It's just, I was kinda on the way to my final right now. Does it have to be in a half hour? How about if I come back a little later, in like an hour or two?" "That shouldn't be a problem." Most of the volunteers had wanted to get everything over with as soon as possible, but as far as Clarice knew there wasn't any reason why waiting a little longer should make a difference. "Great!" Tara exclaimed, grinning again. "I'll see you in a little while, then." She finished signing and swallowed the formula, washing it down with a few more big gulps from her water bottle, and then she left. Clarice wished her luck with her final and sat back down to wait for the next volunteer. Two and a half hours later she was still sitting there when the door opened again. Clarice got up right away with a smile on her face, which disappeared when she saw who it was. "Heyyy, how are you doing over here?" Camille asked with a smirk as she came up and leaned on the desk. "Got a lot of volunteers? Betcha I got more," she snickered. Camille was the other postdoc working on this project, and as usual she had found a way to turn it into a competition. Clarice sighed softly, annoyed. "Come on, Cam. You know perfectly well this is research, not some kind of race." "Yeah, yeah, yeah," Cam waved away her objections, "just because it's research doesn't mean we can't have a little fun with it. Anyway, I already dropped my samples off at the lab and the results should be ready soon, so just meet me there when you've got enough." She trotted off down the hall to the lab, ignoring Clarice's second annoyed sigh. Even though Clarice was pretty sure they had all the samples the project needed already, there was still something she had to wait for. So she sat back down and waited, but she didn't have to wait long. Not quite a half hour later the door opened again, and this time it was just who Clarice was hoping for. "Oh, Tara. I'm glad to see you again. I was starting to get worried that you wouldn't make it." "Uh-huh. Me too," Tara replied as she approached the desk, "I'm really glad I made it." Her voice seemed a bit strained and there was something odd about the way she was walking. "So um, I can just give you the sample right now, right?" "Of course. Come right through here," Clarice gestured to the door just next to the reception desk. "You'll just need this first..." She went over and knelt to reach into the cabinet by that door. Remembering how she would sometimes feel after a long final, she turned her head to make a sympathetic remark, but froze with a little surprised gasp when she saw and suddenly realized what was odd. Tara's face was set in intense concentration, her mouth a thin line and her cheeks gently flushed. She was walking with stiff, careful steps, her arms held at her sides and her hands balled into fists. But most striking of all was Tara's bare midriff, where one couldn't help but notice that her outfit was now showing off her nice firm abs along with a very firm, very round and very prominent bulge that could only be made by a very large and extremely full bladder. For a long moment Clarice could only stare at the broad swell of Tara's lower abdomen, extending from just above her bellybutton all the way down to disappear inside her shorts. Everything about the way Tara was walking seemed to suddenly make perfect sense, and it gave a whole new meaning to what she just said: Tara *really* had to give her sample *right* now. After a few last unsteady steps she stood right in front of the door, growing even more obviously uncomfortable by the second. Her hips were squirming and wiggling, her toes were tensed and pressed into the foam of her flip-flops, her arms were trembling, and her face was flushing brighter and brighter. She started to slowly lean forward at the waist as her feet slowly rose onto tiptoes, even as her toes themselves wiggled and squirmed. She took a shuddering breath and looked down, saying only, "Um..." "Oh!" Clarice exclaimed as she was startled back to attention and suddenly realized how long she had been staring at the extraordinary sight. She reached into the cabinet with the rows of cups, then paused for a moment and reached past them, all the way to the back. "I, um... yes, you'll just, um... take this." Standing up quickly, she unscrewed the cap from the extra-large sample cup and held it out with one hand while she yanked open the bathroom door with the other. Tara reached to take the cup, but before she could she froze and gasped, her eyes going wide. "Oh no..." she squeaked in a tiny horrified voice, and Clarice realized what that meant and looked down just as Tara thrust her hands into her crotch, trembling even more and flushing even brighter than ever. She stood motionless like that for a long moment, then snatched the sample cup from Clarice's hand and zipped past her into the bathroom. She gasped again and started to undo her shorts, her free hand trembling so badly she could only fumble at the button on her fly while she gasped again and then again, until finally it came open. In a single motion she grabbed the back of her shorts and yanked them down, and Clarice looked away just a bit too late to keep from seeing. As soon as she averted her eyes she heard the loud splattering, along with the soft hissing and the much louder moan of Tara's intense relief. "She made it," Clarice whispered, with considerable relief of her own. "I'm really glad she made it." The splattering sound steadily changed into splashing, while the moan turned into a long breathy sigh. Clarice reached back and felt for the door handle, careful to avoid looking as she closed the bathroom door. That muted the hissing but not the steady burbling splashes of a very powerful stream pouring into a sample cup at very close range, so she had to stand and listen to Tara producing her urine sample. It went on and on and on, and when the mighty noise finally faded away it was only a little while longer until the door opened. Tara was again fully dressed and held the very full cup very carefully, and Clarice took it and carefully screwed the top back on. She felt a bit more uncomfortable than usual as they went back to the desk to take care of the final signature and the stipend, but Tara didn't seem to notice as she took her receipt and left, still just a bit flushed and grinning with contentment. As soon as that was done Clarice got all the samples together and headed down to the lab where Camille was already waiting. She looked up from entering her initial data and smirked, "Looks like I got two more test subjects than you after all." Clarice just gave her the exasperated sigh that always meant 'quit trying to turn everything into a contest' while she arranged her set of samples alongside Cam's for analysis. "Still, your samples might have better results, so you haven't lost yet." Cam was still smirking. The results that mattered were what synthesis products they could identify in the samples. As long as even a few of those samples met their projections it would be enough to proceed to the next phase of research, but beyond that it didn't really matter how many they had. Clarice just gave Cam a quick glare and sat down to start entering her own data while they awaited the results of the analysis. When it was finished they both leaned over together to look at the screen, and for a few moments they stared in silence. Then Clarice breathed, "Wow..." her eyes going wide. "That's-" "How did you do that!" Cam burst out. "This is one of yours, isn't it?" She jabbed a finger at the screen, and the same set of numbers where Clarice was still staring. Most of the results on the screen were just about what they expected, right around the ranges predicted by their experimental hypothesis. But the numbers in one column, from one particular sample, were far higher, exceeding all of their projections and surpassing even their most optimistic predictions. Cam went on, "How did one of yours end up so much better than all of mine? You better not have gone messing with anything because-" "Will you forget about your stupid imaginary competition already, this is important!" Clarice cut her off hotly as she belatedly registered the accusation. Leaning closer, she pointed at the screen herself. "If we can confirm these results and produce them consistently, our little project could turn into a major avenue of research. Got it?" Cam closed her mouth, rethinking her indignant reply and turning back to the screen. The rest didn't need to be said. A breakthrough like that would mean major funding and prestige for the department, along with prestige and opportunities for the two lucky postdocs that made the discovery. But first they had to confirm the results. "Okay, so what does it mean?" Cam was calming down and focusing now. "There has to be something special about that sample, right? Unless it's just a fluke, or an error with the analyzer." "I'll stay here and analyze it some more to be sure," Clarice was looking at the ID number of the special sample and thinking about what it might mean. "But I think I might have an idea what happened..." -- Experiment #1: The Final It was getting late when Clarice finished her analysis, and she was stretching her stiff shoulders as she came out of the lab. "Hey." Camille looked up as she approached. "Have you figured it out, then?" "The results are definitely accurate, if that's what you mean." She'd put that sample through every kind of analysis the lab could do, and every time the results were consistent. "Now we'll need to try to find out what happened. Like I said, I might-" "Too late then!" Cam burst out with a big grin. "Because I've got our answer right here. Take a look," she motioned Clarice over and turned her monitor. "Huh?" Clarice came over, frowning in confusion. "What do you mean? Did somebody else already publish something after all? Because I thought we checked all the archives for..." She trailed off. It wasn't any journal archive on Camille's screen, it was a video. The scene showed a big, moderately crowded lecture hall viewed from multiple angles. It looked like the feed from all the room's security cameras side by side. One of those cameras had a view of the main door, where a few more students were coming in and taking their seats. She watched, still wondering what it was all supposed to mean, and she was about to ask when she saw a familiar face. "Oh! That's-" "It's her, isn't it? I knew it! And I knew you'd recognize her too, with the highlights in her hair." Cam sounded a little giddy just now, and Clarice glanced at the pair of empty cans on her desk with the big colorful logos. Camille always had a can of that energy drink of hers when she was doing lab work, and she usually didn't stay this late, so tonight she must have had that second can to keep going a little longer. "It's... um, yeah, it's her." Clarice recognized that crop top and those short shorts and those long toned legs just as easily as the platinum blonde streaks in the girl's hair. That was Tara on the screen, which meant this video had to be from Tara's final earlier today. "See, I was looking for her name in your notes but when I saw what time you signed her up and what time you got her sample I was like, 'why did she wait so long?' and then I remembered 'duh, it's finals week!'" Cam was starting to ramble like she sometimes did when she was running on caffeine. Clarice nodded vaguely and sat down beside her, still focused on the screen. Tara was on all the cameras at once now as she sat at her desk and set her half-full water bottle next to her test. "So I was looking through today's final schedules and I thought I'd check the security cameras but as soon as I went to the server I found this instead." Another camera angle appeared then, a zoomed-in view from the back of the room. It was focused on the back of Tara's desk, so when Tara sat down it had a perfect view of the back of Tara's shorts. "Um..." Clarice muttered, suddenly becoming uncomfortable, "Is that, uh..." "Yeah, see, I found it on the department server." Cam snickered. "I guess someone noticed something interesting that happened at this test and put this together from the security camera footage. Oh but don't worry, I pulled all the original footage too just in case." All security camera footage from exam periods was freely available for anyone with an account to access as part of a 'transparency and honesty' initiative. That didn't answer her actual question, however. "Right but, uh..." Clarice pointed at the screen this time, "Is it trying to look at her..." "Yeah, see apparently there's some kind of rumor that what's-her-name there never wears underwear, and I guess someone was trying to find out if it's true." Cam snickered some more. "That's why the camera keeps zooming in on her butt, to see if it'll catch a glimpse of her buttcrack." "Her name's Tara..." Clarice muttered with a little grimace. She would have been more comfortable with the term 'gluteal cleavage', particularly just now that she found herself thinking about what happened earlier at the health center and especially what happened in the health center bathroom. After a moment Tara leaned over the papers on her desk, and another camera angle appeared. This one was a zoomed-in view from the camera at the front of the room, behind the podium and above the darkened smart board there, and when Tara leaned over she gave that camera a perfect view right down her very low-cut crop top. Zoomed in like this, it was just about clear enough to make it just about impossible not to notice that Tara was definitely not wearing a bra. Clarice looked away, uncomfortable again, and Cam pointed out, "Don't worry, it skips most of this boring part." Clarice glanced at the timestamp there in the corner, and sure enough after just a few seconds it flickered as the video skipped ahead several minutes. Tara was still sitting focused on her test, and hardly even looked up as she reached over for her water bottle. The camera behind her responded by zooming even closer to focus on the way her stretch made her shorts stretch and squeeze her rear end in new and interesting ways. As she raised the bottle to her lips the camera in front of her zoomed closer too, focused on the way her top strained and stretched over her firm and very perky breasts. Then she put the bottle back down and there was another skip, right to another sip that was just a little longer and another set of zooms just a little closer. After the third skip Tara took a longer drink, and this time Clarice noticed her legs were crossed. With the next skip she noticed Tara's leg bouncing slightly, the flip-flop dangling carelessly from her foot, and by the next it had fallen off and lay upside-down on the floor. Before long both her legs were bouncing rhythmically, and then she was gently rocking back and forth and her hips were beginning to wiggle. With every skip she seemed to be squirming more and more, but she just kept drinking from her nearly empty water bottle, too focused on her test to notice what was happening. But Clarice noticed, and she knew just what it was and exactly what it meant, and she found herself thinking back to what she saw at the health center earlier, and she also found herself thinking about biology. Because earlier she saw Tara arrive at the health center just finishing a nice big coffee drink, and then she saw Tara leave the health center just starting a nice big bottle of water, and just now she saw Tara arriving at her final with that bottle of water already half-empty. So now she could picture what was happening inside Tara's body just perfectly, all that fluid passing through her digestive system and into her bloodstream, the sharp drop in tonicity inhibiting vasopressin release and deactivating aquaporin in her nephrons and reducing their reabsorbtion rate, letting the excess hydration flow straight through her kidneys to her ureters for peristalsis to pump right into her bladder. And her bladder slowly and steadily filling up and swelling, until it swelled enough to trigger the detrusor stretch receptors to send their signals back up to the rostral pons. There the Barrington's Nucleus would respond and send its signals right back down to the internal sphincter and the detrusor muscle, and when Tara felt that distinctively and distinctly uncomfortable sensation it would finally notify her of was going on in her own uncomfortably full bladder. Of course, knowing all about the biology of the situation didn't really tell Clarice anything new about it. Just from the way Tara looked on the video during her final, it was becoming obvious enough that she had to go to the bathroom. And Clarice had already seen the way Tara looked at the health center after her final, right before she finally made it to the bathroom. But thinking about that now reminded Clarice of something else, of what Tara said at the health center before her final: "I'm all ready to go right now." Tara was already ready to go, she was already ready to give her sample, and she could already tell. That meant she was already feeling the discomfort that arose when her pontine micturation center sent her that signal, which meant it was already getting the signal from her stretch receptors that were already being stretched by her swelling bladder. And when she said it she had just finished drinking her coffee and just started drinking her water. After drinking all that, by the time she got to her final and sat down, Tara's system must have been quite fully hydrated already, and she was still drinking even more. And while she sat, all the excess hydration from everything she'd been drinking already along with all the additional hydration from everything she was still drinking must have been flowing freely right through her kidneys and pumping through her ureters and absolutely pouring right into her already noticeably full bladder. And that's what they were watching on the video. Tara's bladder was filling up more and more, swelling and stretching. Her stretch receptors were sending stronger and stronger signals, and the signals coming back were instructing her involuntary internal sphincter to relax at the same time as her equally involuntary detrusor muscle contracted, in order to cause her bladder to involuntarily empty itself. Needless to say, nothing like that was going to happen to Tara, thanks to her voluntary external sphincter and its well-developed reflex to contract and hold her urethra safely closed and keep the contents of her bladder safely inside. So Tara herself could simply sit and stay focused on her test while the tension between her detrusor and her subconsciously actuated sphincter grew stronger and stronger and the visible signs of her discomfort slowly but steadily grew a little more obvious. She squirmed, she shifted restlessly, she rocked slowly back and forth and her crossed legs began gently bouncing, a whole set of subconscious movements that together had the effect of applying a little extra pressure upon the vicinity of her urethra to help out her squeezing sphincter. And once the discomfort grew strong enough, it finally broke through Tara's focus into her conscious awareness. After a particularly long and intense squeeze and a little shiver that made her whole body tense up for a moment Tara looked up with an anxious and slightly worried expression. Clarice had to sympathize, especially when she thought about how much longer Tara was going to have to endure her discomfort before she hurried into the health center. For now, Tara slipped the mostly-empty water bottle back into her backpack and carefully crossed her legs, making a fully conscious effort to help with the squeezing of her sphincter muscle and hopefully help alleviate her intense discomfort. But that discomfort was still getting worse. Soon she was squirming and rocking in her seat constantly, completely unable to keep still. Her legs were bouncing more vigorously, both her flip-flops on the ground now and both her bare feet wrapped around the leg of the chair. She was biting her lip in anxiety and concentration as she struggled to focus on both her squeezing and her test. And throughout it all Tara's expression was like a silent squeal of distress that grew steadily in intensity and eloquence from "I gotta go!" into "Oh I really gotta go!" then through "Oh man, I gotta go so bad..." to "Oh no, I really gotta go right away!" before finally reaching its urgent anguished pinnacle of "I absolutely gotta go *right* now!!" Clarice could only watch in helpless horrified sympathy as that last flash of wide-eyed agony was followed by another shiver and a little gasp and a horrified wide-eyed stare that could only mean "What if I can't hold it!?" Clarice almost gasped herself when she saw it, and she had to remind herself that Tara could definitely hold it, that she already knew Tara could hold it through her whole final, because she already saw Tara when she arrived at the health center, still holding it, after her final. She already watched Tara, still holding it, hurry into the bathroom, where she could pull down her shorts and finally stop holding it and let go safely into a sample cup. But at the same moment she remembered that, she watched Tara on the screen drop her pencil and reach down with both hands and start to unbutton her fly. All her reassurances vanishing at the sight, Clarice was struck by the sudden horrifying thought that she was about to see Tara reach for the bottle in her backpack and resort to an extremely drastic emergency measure that she was sure to regret as soon as she realized she was on camera. But after just a second Tara took up her pencil and returned to her test, with her backpack still closed and her legs still crossed and her shorts still on. She was still very uncomfortable and still squirming very badly, but somehow she didn't seem quite as frantic as before. Clarice wondered why until the camera zoomed all the way in to once again focus on the back of Tara's shorts. Camille snickered and spoke up at that, "Looks like somebody got their answer after all," her snickers turned to chuckles, "and an even better view than they expected." Clarice ignored her laughing and just stared. A small but quite visible bit of Tara's gluteal cleavage was peeking out just a little from the back of Tara's shorts, and as she continued squirming the back of her shorts slipped a little lower and let it peek out a little more. After just a few seconds it was visible enough to make the truth of the rumor just about as obvious to anybody watching as it was to Clarice at the health center earlier, when she couldn't quite look away fast enough at the moment that Tara suddenly pulled down her shorts in the health center bathroom and couldn't help but see that Tara was definitely not wearing any underwear. She felt a brief pang of sympathy for Tara's slight accidental exposure, but then she remembered something else she saw at the health center and realized the other significance of Tara's descending shorts. Because if loosening her shorts like that let the back of the waistband slip down and expose her gluteal cleavage to the camera behind her, it also released the squeezing that the front of the waistband placed upon her bulging bladder, and that must be why Tara didn't look quite so uncomfortable anymore. She had never really thought much about something like that before or about just how much it might help in a situation like this, but it made sense right away and as soon as she started thinking about it she found herself thinking about how it might work, and she found herself thinking about anatomy. About Tara's bladder filling up and swelling and stretching enough to trigger her stretch receptors, and then swelling even more until it began to impinge on other nearby organs. The pelvic cavity, already quite cramped to begin with, becoming more and more crowded as the steady flow forced her bladder to steadily expand until it was completely squished and pressing right up against the anterior abdominal wall. With no more room left but her bladder still growing, the abdominal wall itself would start stretching and Tara's abdomen would start swelling, slowly and steadily developing into a big prominent bulge just like the one she saw at the health center earlier, right beneath Tara's bellybutton. But that was only when Tara came back to the health center after her final. When Tara was at the health center the first time, before her final, the waistband of her shorts was there under her bellybutton, right where that bulge would be forming. So while Tara was sitting and trying to focus on her final, with her bladder filling and beginning to stretch and her abdomen bulging and beginning to swell, it would have quickly met the resistance of her very tight shorts. With that additional constriction on top of the periodic involuntary contractions of her own detrusor muscle, the combined squeezing on poor Tara's poor bladder must have been almost unbearable. So by unbuttoning her shorts and releasing the constriction from her waistband, it made perfect sense that Tara would immediately make herself that much less uncomfortable. With her abdomen free to swell and bulge to accommodate her steadily filling and swelling bladder, Tara would have a little while longer to focus on her test. But even so, Clarice found herself wondering if that was all there was to it, and she found herself thinking about psychology. She had always suspected that any physiological effect which produced uncharacteristically pronounced results with unexpected immediacy might have a psychological component involved as well. For instance, if Tara had experienced something like this before then she might have ended up conditioning herself and induced a sort of Pavlovian response. Or if she had heard about something like this before trying it herself then she might have ended up anticipating the results and induced a sort of placebo effect. It was just the sort of fascinating question that someone might design an experiment to answer, perhaps with a sort of belt that could be remotely loosened and tightened... When she found herself thinking that, however, Clarice decided she was thinking entirely too hard about the matter, and anyway she was right in the middle of an experiment already. So she returned her focus to Tara, who was already growing very uncomfortable once again. Whatever the exact cause of her reprieve, it was turning out to be very brief. After all, whatever she might do to alleviate the tightness that was making her discomfort worse, she had absolutely no way to relieve the intense discomfort itself, or to stop her own body from making it steadily worse. With Tara's system still overhydrated her kidneys were still flowing as freely as ever, her ureters were still pumping dutifully and still filling up her already overfilled bladder even more. Tara was squirming and wiggling constantly now, rocking back and forth with her legs twisted tightly. From time to time she would freeze and stiffen with all her weight perched on a corner of the chair, her pencil held still and her whole body held tense, motionless and trembling while she clamped her legs together as hard as she could. Every time Clarice just couldn't help but picture what was happening: Tara's detrusor muscle tightening, squeezing her bladder even harder than ever, while Tara forced her sphincter muscle to squeeze just as hard to resist it. After a particularly long and particularly intense wave of squeezing that made Clarice wonder if Tara was going to have to reach for her backpack and resort to drastic measures after all, Tara suddenly put down her pencil and quickly flipped through her test, then started putting everything away. With no small relief Clarice glanced down at the timestamp to confirm that Tara's final and her extremely uncomfortable ordeal were both nearly over. Tara picked up her backpack and smiled as she hopped eagerly to her feet, only to let out a startled squeak and sit right back down. That sudden movement and the little jolt it delivered to Tara's highly overstretched bladder must have triggered another merciless squeeze from Tara's detrusor at the same time as Tara was momentarily distracted. She sat perched on the chair with her hands in her lap and her legs crossed tightly, squeezing and blushing as she tried to ignore the curious stares from the nearby students that glanced over at the sound. Clarice thought she must at least be glad that most of them had already left, not that it would matter much if she ever found out that it was all on camera anyway. When the wave passed Tara felt around with her feet to slip her flip-flops back on, then put on her backpack and stood up again, more gingerly this time. With small careful steps she started toward the front of the room, just as a smiling blonde girl in the front row stood up too and got in front of her. The blonde paused in the act of turning in her test to chat for a bit with the TA, giggling cheerfully and never even noticing Tara, who had to stand behind her waiting and squirming. Just about everyone else seemed to notice, however, especially when another very intense wave struck and Tara gasped sharply and moaned softly and bent forward, rising to her tiptoes and trembling and squirming even more than ever. Just watching her, Clarice could perfectly picture Tara's detrusor muscle contracting cruelly upon her dangerously full bladder, while Tara forced her sphincter muscle to clench just as hard as it could to keep her urethra safely closed and keep the contents of her bladder safely inside. For a long moment she stood there trembling just like that, while everyone behind her looked up one by one at the remarkable sight of a tall athletic college student acting just like a little girl who was just about to wet her little panties. Only the blonde girl never noticed, and for a moment Tara didn't notice either when that girl turned with a final giggle and trotted cheerfully out the door. Then the wave slowly receded and Tara gradually became aware of the TA sitting there staring at her. She straightened and silently handed over her test, then turned and carefully headed for the door herself, showing the camera beside it a perfect profile of her bare midriff as she passed. The still frame of that moment remained on screen beside the other cameras as the door closed behind her, and the big firm bulge clearly visible beneath Tara's bellybutton looked exactly like Clarice remembered. When it was over she sat back, emotionally exhausted from watching and sympathizing with Tara's struggle and with a whole new appreciation for the real value of her sample. She already knew what it could mean for the project, but seeing what Tara really went through to bring it safely back to them somehow made it seem even more precious. "That's it, right?" Cam sounded excited. "It's exactly what we needed!" Clarice nodded distantly. "Yeah, she gave us just what we- huh?" she started before she thought about what Cam meant. Cam went on, "This explains everything. The numbers we saw, and what happened with the sample." She giggled, still giddy and now triumphant besides. "It was in her bladder the whole time!" "It was... what?" Of course the sample was in Tara's bladder, that's why Tara had to sit through her final squirming and suffering, so that she could get back to the health center afterward to give her sample. But that wouldn't explain the numbers and the results from the sample. Unless... "The formula, I mean. The enzyme. It spent that whole time in Tira's bladder, that's how it happened!" "I told you, her name's Tara. And what does that have to do with it? Do you mean-" "It's the hormones and the pH balance, just like we were dealing with in the first place, remember?" In the earlier stages of the project they'd had to spend a bit of time and quite a bit of effort coming up with an enzyme that would remain fully active under the conditions of their experiment, including pH level and especially hormone levels. Even after all that, they'd had to exclude quite a lot of potential volunteers, in particular all males and anyone over about 26. "That whole time we were just trying for something that would keep working when a volunteer takes it, and we ended up with something that works even better in a volunteer's bladder!" "In the... oh. So then that means..." She had to admit the idea almost made sense. The enzymes would pass through the kidneys unaltered, along with all of the products and most of the major reactants. And the bladder would have a very different pH level, which had to have a major effect on their activity. They would need to do some calculations and maybe another experiment to figure out just what effect, of course. But still, it seemed like there was something else too... "So it's simple. Your girl Tara waited longer than the others, so the enzyme spent more time in the bladder and ended up being that much more effective." Clarice nodded slowly, something still tickling at the edge of her mind. Cam went on. "Now, according to the timestamps, she must have come back after about two and a half hours, right?" "Yeah, I guess. Maybe it was closer to three," she answered distantly. "The exact times should be in the system if you need to check." "Perfect! I've waited at least three hours." At that apparent nonsequitur Clarice looked up, just in time to see Cam slide halfway off her chair and lift her top slightly, just far enough to expose her midriff and reveal the quite sizable bulge there. "...Huh? Wh-what do you-" Clarice gaped and sputtered as Camille reached into her desk drawer and took out a sample cup. "Y-you mean- Are you going to-?" "I took the formula earlier, and I had plenty to drink since then," nodding vaguely toward the empty cans on the desk, Cam unscrewed the sample cup and started to undo her pants. "So my results should be just like Tara's, right?" "That's-" Camille began, trailing off as something occurred to her. "But that's self-experimentation." There were strict department policies against using any results obtained by self-experimentation, mostly designed to avoid giving researchers a reason to consider using themselves when they couldn't find volunteers for potentially dangerous experiments. "You know we can't include anything from-" "Then I won't include it," Cam said with a shrug, squatting carefully. "Anyway, this isn't even an experiment, I'll just verify our interpretation of Tara's results." She pulled her pants down to her ankles before pulling her panties down to her knees, so Clarice was able to look away in time. She shifted slightly and gingerly looked back, careful to avoid seeing something impolite. Instead she watched as Cam positioned the sample cup between her legs and gave a little sigh. There was a moment of silent suspense and then the stream shot out, with a hissing and splattering sound that gradually turned into splashing as Cam emptied her bladder and filled her cup. Clarice found herself thinking back to that other splashing stream she heard earlier. It was the same, but... it was different too. And that meant... "I got it!" she exclaimed, jumping to her feet with a gasp. Cam glanced up with a smirk, "I knew you'd figure it out. It's still a pretty nice breakthrough, but really not enough for a major-" "Not that! It's-" she struggled for words. The burst of insight was like a camera flash or a lightning bolt, illuminating every detail all at once, not like figuring things out but just seeing it laid out right there from end to end. She had to take a moment to organize the idea before she could even begin to explain any of it. "It was- the enzyme, it was in her bladder, just like you said. But it wasn't just there for longer, it-." She paused, took a breath and tried to focus and rearrange her thoughts into something more coherent. "Tara didn't just wait longer than the others. She waited as long as she *possibly* could." Cam just frowned and nodded slightly. "So that whole time the enzyme was working, right? But while it was working she was still waiting and- I mean, she was still holding it, so the conditions were shifting. I mean, the- the pH level and-" "And the hormones," Cam breathed, her voice rising and quavering as the same realization dawned on her too. "The hormone levels were shifting while the enzyme was still working. And the reaction's products-" "The parasympathetic response triggers the Pontin- th- the PMR," Clarice took another breath and forced herself to slow down a little. "So that once the reaction gets going the stress hormones spike, and that shifts the conditions for the enzyme. But now since the reaction's products are there too-" "They become the new reactants... in a second-order reaction!" Cam exclaimed breathlessly as the last piece of the puzzle slipped into place. "That's where the extra products came from, there was a whole new set of reactions that we never even considered." "And it could keep going too. There's no telling how many iterations are possible with different permutations of... well, hormone levels, and, uh-" "That girl... she gave us a new set of reactions with a whole new set of products," Cam went on, "and all she did was keep holding it a little more." "There was nothing little about it," Clarice muttered with some irritation. "I mean you saw what happened too." She shuddered slightly at the thought of what poor Tara had to go through. Camille looked down and shifted her legs slightly to examine the bulge beneath her bellybutton. Again Clarice jerked her eyes away from the impolite view. She didn't need to look any longer than that to tell that as big and impressive as it might be, Cam's bulge was nothing at all like Tara's, and her stream was nothing at all like Tara's either. That stream was just starting to taper off now as her bladder finished emptying itself, but in just the time it took to fill her sample cup everything had changed. "You're right," Cam admitted, "this really is a major breakthrough." She looked up and started to grin. "And now we've really got to keep researching it." Clarice nodded. "Of course. We'll need to come up with a whole new experiment." She frowned in concentration as she thought about how to design one. There were so many new factors that might be relevant to their new hypothesis, so many things they hadn't even considered before. "You've been in the lab for a few hours, right?" Camille asked casually as she screwed the lid back on her sample cup. "Mm-hmm, I guess." Lost in thought, Clarice answered before she thought to wonder about the meaning of the question. "And you were at the reception desk for a few hours before that, weren't you?" Cam was pulling her pants back up. "I-" Clarice looked over and narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Well yeah, since just after lunch. Why does that-" "Great!" Cam declared, setting her sample cup down on the desk with a thump, then reaching again into her desk drawer. "And I noticed you had that energy drink earlier, too." Clarice nodded uneasily. "Um, yeah. I had three today..." she trailed off as the direction of Cam's questions and their meaning began to dawn on her. "Wait, do you mean-" "Oh, that's perfect," Cam declared as she got out a fresh dose of the formula they'd prepared for today's volunteers. Looking at that, Clarice found herself suddenly becoming highly aware of a gentle yet quite distinct and quite uncomfortable feeling. A feeling that must have been gradually building while she sat in the lab, too focused on her work to notice it at all. A feeling that, she now suspected, was going to get quite a bit more uncomfortable before her work was quite finished tonight. "So I guess you shouldn't need too much longer then," Cam concluded, rising from the drawer and plunking the formula down on the desk, along with a fresh empty sample cup. Her suspicions confirmed, Clarice's face fell, while Cam just grinned happily and added, "Tara showed us just how long she could hold it, so now let's just see how long you can hold it." -- Experiment #2: The Game Another cheer went up and she swept her view over the audience again, paying particular attention to the group of girls in the front row. "Wow, this is getting really good," Cam said next to her. "How does it look over there?" Clarice gave a little irritated sigh before she replied, "It's coming along alright." After another sweep of the front row she lowered her binoculars and glanced over. Just as she thought, Camille seemed to be paying a lot more attention to what was happening with the game down on the field as with the audience up in the stands. They needed binoculars to see much of anything from these seats all the way up in the highest row, which at least meant they could watch the audience without being too obvious about it. Raising her own binoculars again, she looked back at the front row. The last of the cheers were fading now and the girls that had stood up were sitting back down, while the girls that had only leaned forward to cheer leaned back again, and just about all of them crossed their legs. When the last of the excitement faded it seemed to be replaced by a sense of anxious restlessness, and when a girl all the way at the far end of the front row leaned over to say something to the girl next to her Clarice couldn't help but imagine that she was saying something like, 'I gotta go'. "Everything's progressing just as expected." Clarice went on without lowering her binoculars again. Down there a different girl from the second row got to her feet and started moving away, only to stop with a look of dismay when she saw the big long line right where she was headed. She hesitated, looking nervously back down to the field, then returned to her seat, still holding it. "It's starting to look like this might just work out after all" "Well of course!" Cam said with a snicker, not quite bragging but still sounding a bit smug. "I knew you'd change your mind." It was Camille that came up with this whole idea, and at first Clarice had her doubts about it. There were just so many unpredictable factors, and Cam was never exactly the best at planning out all the details and thinking through every little possibility in her experimental designs. But at least so far everything seemed to be turning out exactly like she said it would. It was most visible there in the first few rows, but wherever Clarice looked she saw the same thing. All over the crowded stadium there were girls looking restless and crossing their legs and even starting to squirm, showing all the signs that they all had to go. And it was all thanks to Cam's plan, and everything that she and Clarice set up earlier, before the game started. First they'd checked on the 'collection apparatus'. It had been set up in the parking lot last night, so all they really had to do was make sure that none of the equipment got damaged in transport or anything. The first few sports fans were starting to arrive then, just waiting there in the parking lot chatting and drinking. Cam said that was a sort of tradition before all the bigger games, and sometimes a few of the smaller but more important games like this one. After a while they started lining up at the ticket counters, and it was time for Cam to get to work. 'Hi there! We're here from the health center for a little experiment,' she could still hear that opening line, the one they'd practiced so many times to get just enough of a 'bright and breezy' tone to soften the 'sales pitch'. 'Would you like to help out with a quick taste test?' She could still see the prospective volunteers' faces too, the uncomfortable wariness there disappearing when it became apparent they weren't being asked to donate anything or fill out any opinion survey. And then the eagerness that appeared when a volunteer saw what was in their little cooler. It was a very warm morning, after all, and anyone that didn't bring anything to drink before the game must have been regretting it, while anyone that did had just had to leave it behind in the parking lot. So the offer of a nice cold drink must have been a very welcome one to a volunteer who was already stuck in line anyway, and even better if she could help out 'the health center' all without doing anything more difficult than presenting a student ID and answering a few questions about the taste. The answers they got were mostly along the lines of 'tart and tangy', which made sense since it was mostly just ordinary fruit juice, but of course the taste test wasn't the real point. Because when those volunteers signed the questionnaires they also signed a consent form, and hardly any of them even glanced through it when they did. And nobody at all seemed to notice the part on the third page where it mentioned 'collecting samples'. So they'd ended up with plenty of volunteers who happily drank their juice with the formula in it and signed their forms with the consent release, and now all that was left to do was wait until it was time to collect all their samples. Of course there were plenty of guys that ended up volunteering too, but Cam had planned for that and made sure to bring plenty of extra juice without any formula, both for guys and for any girls that wanted a refill. They couldn't give any of their test subjects a double dose of formula, after all, so any girls that were extra thirsty just got extra fruit juice, and that ought to be just fine for their experiment. "Hey, it really is coming along over there," Cam said, and swept her view over the audience. There seemed to be some kind of lull in the action on the field, and Cam seemed to have remembered that they were supposed to be here monitoring their experiment and not just watching a game. Quite a few audience members seemed to have noticed the lull as well, and were taking advantage of the opportunity to get up and take a quick break. Clarice watched as a little group of girls from somewhere around the third row got up together and hurried over to the back of the nearest line and waited there, looking a little nervous and quite a bit restless. They waited just about long enough for the line to start to move a little before there was another cheer as the action seemed to resume, and those girls looked anxiously back down at the field and almost all of them hurried right back to their seats, still holding it. "Oh yeah, looks like this is going to work out just great," Cam chuckled, turning her attention back to the game too. Apparently it was a really exiting game, just like Camille said it would be. Clarice herself could hardly even make sense of what was going on when she looked at the field, let alone everything Cam had excitedly explained about it earlier. From what she could understand it had to do with some longstanding intercollegiate rivalry and both teams' star players returning from some sort of hiatus, but whatever Camille said the reason for it was, Clarice could easily see the truth of it right in front of her. Just about the whole crowd seemed to be really getting into it and growing steadily more excited, especially there in the first few rows. And at the same time, Clarice could see just as easily that quite a lot of the crowd was also growing steadily more uncomfortable, especially right there in the front row. But even as the girls there became more and more nervous and restless, their tightly crossed legs starting to bounce irrhythmically, not a single one got up from her seat. They all just sat there and they all just kept holding it, just like Cam said they would. 'Those are the biggest fans, there in the front row,' she'd explained earlier, while they watched those girls in colorful miniskirts take their seats, 'so they're gonna be our best shot at getting results.' Clarice had nodded along. She recognized most of the girls there from the parking lot when they'd been drinking before the game, and almost all of them from the ticket line when they'd participated in the 'taste test', so she could easily picture just what was happening inside those girls' bodies. Even as they all sat down, all ready to enjoy the game, their kidneys would be all ready to send all the excess hydration from all they had to drink right through their ureters and right into their bladders. Then the formula could do its work, and before long they would all have their samples all ready. That just left the question of how many of those girls would actually end up delivering those samples to the collection apparatus in the parking lot. Cam had laughed off that concern, however, saying, 'Don't worry. Like I just said, they're the biggest fans.' Then she'd explained that too. 'See, the stadium has nowhere near enough bathrooms. I guess the designers decided to like almost double the seating capacity at the last minute or something, but they couldn't double everything else when they did, so now there's always a big line at almost every game.' Clarice had nodded again, starting to understand. Of course if the stadium had a little too much seating capacity and not quite enough bathroom capacity it would end up having a really big line at all the bathrooms, especially when it was filled almost to capacity like this one was right now. 'Anyway, the fans that are at all the games know all about the lines, so they know there's no way to go for a bathroom break without missing at least a few plays.' Of course having to wait in a line like that during the game would mean missing something, and of course a sports fan wouldn't want to have to miss anything, especially any of a game that was as exciting as this one seemed to be. So if those girls in the front row were the biggest sports fans, then of course every one of them wouldn't want to get up to take a bathroom break if she could possibly help it. 'The way this game is going, those girls definitely won't want to miss a single play,' Cam had concluded with a self-satisfied smirk, 'so they'll definitely want to keep holding it.' That was the real purpose of Cam's experimental design, and the real reason they were here at the stadium. They could provide every volunteer with the formula along with plenty of juice to send it into her bladder where it could get to work, but it was the game itself that provided that volunteer with the motivation to keep it there in her uncomfortably full bladder and resist the resulting discomfort while it did its work. So now, just like Tara when she ended up stuck in the middle of her final with her bladder rapidly filling up and she just had to keep holding it and holding it, every one of those girls there in the front row was going to end up stuck in the middle of the very exciting game right when her bladder was filling right up, and she was just going to have to keep holding it and holding it and holding it. Clarice just had to sympathize with them after watching everything that Tara went through, and especially after going through the same thing herself. After their breakthrough in the lab and once they'd analyzed Cam's 'verification' sample, the two of them had gone back to the lounge to discuss everything, and to wait until Clarice was ready to produce her own 'verification' sample. Mostly they were brainstorming the next experiment to test their theories, and for a while that was enough to keep her comfortably distracted. Except apparently brainstorming wasn't quite as distracting as lab work, and she already had to go pretty bad and it just kept getting worse and worse until before long she had to go really bad and she could hardly concentrate on brainstorming at all. Again and again she found herself picturing what was going on inside her, all the excess hydration from all those energy drinks she had earlier flowing right through her kidneys into her bladder, and her bladder stretching and swelling as it filled up, triggering the stretch receptors that were making her more and more uncomfortable. For a while Cam kept on brainstorming and coming up with her experimental design all by herself, well after Clarice was hardly even listening anymore, until at last she fell silent too and only watched as Clarice squirmed and struggled as hard as she could to just keep holding it. The more she thought about it the more she found herself sympathizing with all the volunteers that were going through the same thing right now, more and more of them starting to squirm, rocking forward and back in their seats, their tightly crossed legs bouncing more and more restlessly even as she watched. When that girl at the far end of the front row leaned over again and said something to the girl next to her, this time Clarice could only imagine that she was saying 'I really gotta go'. She was starting to suspect that particular girl might not be quite motivated enough deliver her sample to the parking lot after all, no matter how big a sports fan she might be. It was only going to keep getting worse, after all, and there would be a convenient break pretty soon, halfway through the game. Clarice had to expect that girl and probably quite a few of the others in the front rows there might just decide to take their chances and hope they could get through the line and use the bathroom and get back without missing too much of the game. She kept waiting and kept watching, and sure enough it just kept getting worse all over the stadium and especially there in the first few rows. By the time the teams started to leave the field it seemed like almost every girl there was squirming at least a little. Clarice fully expected to see quite a few of those girls get up and hurry to join the lines at the bathrooms, maybe even most of them. But to her surprise and confusion not a single one did. She was leaning over toward Cam to say something about it when she was interrupted by a fresh wave of cheering. It was the cheerleaders, filing out of the locker room and lining up right near the middle of the field, along with some new music. "The squad always puts on a pretty good halftime show," Cam was saying. "And I think they might have something special planned for today." Of course. This was the halftime show that the cheerleaders were about to perform. Because the break was called halftime, now she remembered. "I hope so anyway. If it's good enough they could even help us out a little." Clarice nodded, starting to understand. It looked like most of the audience was willing to miss the halftime show in exchange for the chance to take a badly needed bathroom break, even those who'd been putting it off until now. But the 'biggest sports fans' there in the first few rows all seemed to be fans of the halftime show too. Only a few from the third and maybe the second rows were getting up, and none at all from the first. They all just sat there and kept squirming and kept holding it, watching the cheerleaders and their show just as intently as they watched the game, even though Clarice could tell almost all of them had to be really uncomfortable by now. And when the cheerleaders' show got to its big finale the girls there scooted forward like they were about to jump up as soon as it was over, and Clarice had to imagine they were all getting ready to dash for the bathrooms in the hopes of getting there and back in time for the second half of the game. Sure enough, as soon as the cheerleaders were finished and the crowd started to cheer the entire front row leaped up all at once, except instead of hurrying away the girls all jumped on top of their seats and raised their pom-poms over their heads and gave a cheer of their own. They were dancing, Clarice realized after a moment of confusion. Standing on their chairs like that they could only sort of hop in place and twist around and shake those pom-poms they'd pulled out from under their seats, but still they were putting on a show just like the cheerleaders just did. "Oh wow," Cam said with a laugh, "I guess this is what I heard about. It wasn't the cheerleaders, it was those fans that had something special planned." Clarice nodded, understanding right away. It explained why they were all wearing miniskirts, for one thing, and it explained why there were only girls there in the front row. Those girls must have planned everything out in advance, especially to have brought those pom-poms in and stashed them under their seats, and even their outfits must have been selected specifically to resemble the cheerleaders' costumes, she could see now. Their tiny little colorful miniskirts looked just like the cheerleaders' except a little lighter and shorter, and their tight colorful tops looked like the cheerleaders' except a bit tighter and more low-cut. And when a few of the girls started doing high kicks she could see that even their very colorful underwear looked a little like the cheerleaders' costumes' underwear too, except a lot tinier and skimpier. Apparently the audience noticed that too, and they seemed to really appreciate the sight because they were cheering even more than before. That encouraged the girls to keep kicking even more and even higher, until just about every one was flashing her skimpy little panties. "They sure don't mind giving the crowd what they want," Cam was still laughing as the cheers went up, and she grinned with satisfaction as the show wound down and the cheers faded. "And I think they just gave us what we want, too." Clarice winced in sympathy as she looked again and understood. Those girls in the front row were sitting back down, and she noticed one petite girl with a cute but sort of mousy look sitting right near the end glance over her shoulder, only to turn back around with a very nervous expression when she saw what the lines looked like now. Those lines were longer than ever, and with the halftime break almost over there was simply no way that girl or anyone else could get in line now without missing most of the rest of the game. "She missed her chance," Clarice muttered. That petite girl definitely had to go pretty bad, and the halftime break was the best chance she was going to get, but she just missed it. "They all missed their chance." Just about all the other girls in the front row there had to go just about that bad too, since they'd all been holding it the entire first half of the game. And now that they'd all just missed the chance to go at the halftime break, they were all going to have to just keep holding it. "I know. It's even better than I expected," Cam looked up, still grinning. "I was just hoping we wouldn't lose them all at halftime, but thanks to that halftime show of theirs we didn't lose any." Clarice nodded along, with a slight grimace at how Cam had put it. "Since those are the biggest fans they're at every game so they know all about the stadium's bathroom situation," she went on. "So every one of them knows better than to try to wait in line, except maybe at halftime if she really has to go." She giggled again. "And I guess when they planned their little bonus halftime show for today, they just weren't planning that anyone would have to go that bad." With a fresh grin she concluded, "They all planned to just hold it until the end of the game, and now they have to go really bad but they just have to hold it anyway." Watching it now, Clarice had to admit that it looked like Cam was right, and she had to shudder with sympathy too. None of the girls in the front row made any move to get up, and only a couple of them even glanced back at the lines, even as the evidence of their discomfort returned just like before and just kept getting worse. She looked down and focused on one and then another, and from every girl she saw some kind of sign. That girl there, bouncing in her seat with restless energy. That girl a few seats down, perched on it stiffly and keeping very still. Both of the girls beside her were rocking steadily back and forth, and all the way at the end one girl was outright squirming. After a second that girl turned to her friend, and Clarice could practically hear her saying 'I gotta go so bad.' She couldn't help but sympathize with what they were all going through, and she couldn't help but think back and remember what it was like when she went through it herself. Sitting in the break room and squirming as she tried to listen to Cam going on about her experimental design. And then just sitting and squirming and squeezing as she struggled to keep holding it and holding it. Really she didn't even need to keep holding it anywhere near as long as she did just for verification, but every time she thought about just popping the cap off her sample cup and just letting go already she found herself thinking about Tara, and she just couldn't do it. Because poor Tara never had that option, she never had a sample cup with her so she never even had a choice. She was stuck there taking her final and the whole time she just had to keep holding it, and then after that she had to keep holding it the whole way back to the health center. She ended up holding it just about as long as she possibly could, until her poor bladder was so incredibly full that it must have been almost unbearable, just to safely deliver her precious sample. And she never even knew anything about how precious that sample really was. They only discovered that afterward, and they owed the breakthrough to Tara and everything she went through. Thinking about it that way, it felt like Clarice owed it to Tara to go through the same thing herself and hold it as long as she could. That was the motivation she needed the other day when she sat there in the break room squirming and squeezing, and it seemed like today the game itself was the motivation the sports fans needed while they sat there struggling and squirming in the front row. Almost all of the first three rows were clearly squirming now, or at least beginning to, and almost all the rest were clearly trying very hard not to, sitting very stiffly and keeping very still in contrast to the restlessness all around. "Wow, this is going so great. I can hardly believe it," Camille muttered without looking away. "And the game is getting so exciting, nobody's gonna want to miss any of it." Clarice nodded agreement. She wasn't even watching the game or trying to make any sense out of it anymore, but watching the audience and especially the girls in the front rows told her all she could want to know about how exciting it was, just by seeing how very bad those girls had to go. Because every girl that was still sitting there and still holding even when she clearly had to go that bad was clearly determined to just keep holding it just as long as she had to. At least that shouldn't be too much longer. By her estimation and what she remembered of the schedule Cam showed her earlier there had to be less than a quarter of the game left, as long as it didn't go over the time like she said it could. Clarice really hoped that it wouldn't, and the girls all over the stadium squirming and struggling had to be hoping the same thing. All but the most stubbornly determined girls were squirming openly now, and when Clarice noticed one of them starting to tremble she looked and suddenly found herself watching at the very moment that girl's determination faltered, her composure cracked, then crumbled, and all at once she was squirming just as badly as everyone all around her. She watched the same thing happen to more and more of them, one by one, until there was just a single girl left, right there in the middle of the front row stubbornly sitting very stiff and mostly still. She was a particularly tall girl with particularly striking bright red hair, and she was already trembling and clenching her fists and crossing her legs as tightly as she could. Her lips were pressed together in a tight little line, her face scrunching up in intense concentration and turning almost the same color as her hair. She was doing just about everything she could without joining the squirming all around her. "It's just perfect," Cam murmured. "I was actually a little worried at first, mostly about the juice. But it looks like I got the blend just right after all. If anything it was maybe even a little extra." She chuckled gently, and Clarice nodded absently at that before she thought about it and frowned. "Uh, the blend...?" she started, slightly confused. "I thought, um, isn't it just ordinary juice?" "Oh yeah, it's just juice" Cam nodded. "I mixed it myself. Cherry and raspberry and apple, a little cranberry. And plenty of watermelon." Clarice nodded again, more slowly, but after a moment she remembered something. Watermelon. And apple too, and maybe cranberry although she wasn't so sure about that. Really she'd only glanced through a couple papers about it, but the exact research results weren't really the important part, and now she remembered just what it was about those fruits. "Diuretics..." she breathed, the meaning of what she'd realized becoming clear to her even as she said it. "They're... diuretics." She couldn't quite remember the mechanism of action just now, except that it was maybe better classified at least to some extent as an aquaretic effect, but that wasn't the important part either. Apple juice and especially watermelon juice were both natural diuretics, and when those volunteers took their samples they all drank a nice big dose of that juice along with it, and some of them even got a double dose. Including, she suddenly remembered quite clearly, a certain redheaded girl. She was still looking down at the front row, where that same redhead was now sitting stiffly and trembling and struggling. And between the memory of that girl drinking her juice before and the sight of that girl suffering the consequences now, Clarice's found her mind filling in the details of what happened since then. The redhead girl reaching her seat, the drinks she had with her friends in the parking lot just starting to flow through her kidneys just as she sat down with her friends to enjoy the game. And then while she sat there, the juice she drank along with her sample adding to the flow, and at the same time the diuretic action of that juice gently coaxing her kidneys to increase the flow a little, and then a little more. With all the juice she had to drink, it wouldn't have taken long at all until her kidneys were flowing at full blast and sending all that excess hydration pumping through her ureters and pouring right into her bladder, all while she just sat there and tried to ignore the steadily worsening discomfort. But her kidneys just kept flowing, her bladder just kept filling up, until it was just too full to ignore and all the redhead girl could do was just sit there trembling and struggling and trying as hard as she could just to keep from squirming. But she couldn't. Even as Clarice watched, the redhead girl's trembling turned into a sudden shudder and her expression seemed to shift from determination into dismay, and she shifted position just slightly and just like that she was squirming. The entire front row was squirming, every single girl there quite clearly suffering her own intense distress from her own incredibly full bladder. Their squirming and struggling was just impossible to suppress and totally impossible to hide, so completely obvious that the entire front row might as well have been squealing all together at the top of their lungs 'I gotta go!!!' It was an unbelievable sight, and Clarice just stared, hardly blinking, until suddenly she was snapped out of it by a wave of noise from all around. She jerked in surprise and looked around as the stadium erupted with cheering. Just about everyone was cheering, from the front rows to all the way up here where she was, including Camille right next to her. "They won!" Cam turned to shout at her over the noise, although even Clarice had realized that much. The game was over and the home team had won, so all the fans were cheering for them. "That was so awesome!" She sat back down, still giddy with excitement, and raised her binoculars again. "The whole game was totally awesome. And it looks like they all thought so too." She was looking down at the front row, and Clarice looked down too at the girls there, some laughing and others jumping for joy while a few hugged each other. And all their excitement and victorious exultation was only adding a whole new level to their already urgent distress. Those two girls there laughing were just about doubled over with their hands jammed between their legs, and when that girl there landed from her little jump the little jolt made her eyes go wide and she doubled over too. Another girl that was even more excited and imprudently tried to jump even higher let out a little squeal when she landed and suddenly dropped into a crouch, and those two girls hugging each other were doing so with one arm and had the other hand squeezed between their legs, just like at least half of the other girls around them had at least one hand between their legs too. The cheers were fading now and all over the audience people were getting up to leave, and after a few more moments of celebrating the girls in the front row started lining up and leaving, still squeezing and squirming and struggling as hard as ever. "Come on. We should hurry," Cam took her hand, snapping her out of it as she led the way up the steps. "We can see a little better from up here." There was a sort of balcony area all the way at the top of the stadium, with nobody else there at all just now because it was too small for any seats. As they got up there and raised their binoculars together Clarice realized it really did have an even better view and they could see just about the entire stadium like this. "Good, they're on the way out," observed Cam. The line of girls from the front row was slowly pushing through the crowd and making their way around the curve of the stadium toward the main exit, hardly even glancing at the much longer line at the nearest bathroom as they passed it. The girls themselves were drawing plenty of glances from all around, of course, as those in the crowd and especially in the line turned to look. Another big group of girls trotted up, also squirming and bouncing noticeably as they got into line, only to stop and stare wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the extraordinary sight passing by. Because right now that entire group of highly dedicated college sports fans in tiny colorful miniskirts was acting just like a group of little girls that were trying as hard as they could just to keep from totally wetting their little panties. "Just another minute or two now," Cam was saying. "They just have to make it to the parking lot and we'll have all the samples we could want." Candice nodded anxiously, although she couldn't quite share Cam's show of confidence. She watched the girls approach the stadium's lobby area, with the main entrance that led right out to the parking lot. And she watched their faces, their expressions, all of them just like the expressions of little girls that were right on the brink of totally wetting their little panties. Just looking at their faces like that one by one she could practically hear them all squealing just like little girls, 'I gotta go!', and 'I really gotta go!!', or 'I gotta go so so sooo bad!!!', and then 'I can't believe how bad I gotta go!!!!', and even 'I gotta go *RIGHT NOW*!!!!!'. At last they came around the corner and hurried into the lobby and saw it, and suddenly came to a stop. One by one they stopped right in their tracks, their expressions suddenly shifting as the saw the lobby, with the main entrance and the main bathrooms, and the absolutely enormous line. 'Oh no...' she could see it written right there on all those faces, as all at once the agonized yet eloquent squealing there was replaced by that little whimper of horrified dread. The last of the group came around the corner and the last of the girls saw the huge line there in front of the girls' room, filled with girls squirming and squeezing and struggling to hold it. It snaked back and forth across the lobby and out the other side, disappearing out of sight around the curve of stadium so that it was impossible to even see the end. And for those girls standing there and looking at it, their dread and horror blossoming into despair, that line might as well have been endless. 'Oh no... I- I can't...' those expressions seemed to squeak. A few of them were looking around frantically, hoping to somehow find something that might save them, anything that might give them a way out. But there was nothing to be found, even the boys' room had a line stretching out the door, and the main entrance out to the parking lot were so far away they might as well have been in another time zone. Clarice caught sight of the redhead girl from earlier, with a glint of panic in her eyes and that expression still on her face, the expression of someone perched right on the brink and tipping, sliding, starting to tumble helplessly into total despair. It looked just like the expression of a little girl at just the moment that she finally realized she just couldn't make it, she just didn't have a choice, she just couldn't help it, and she really was just about to totally wet her little panties, because she just couldn't hold it. The despair seemed to sweep over them like a wave, and all those girls gave a little shudder as their expressions shifted entirely into sheer horrified despair that all squealed 'I can't...' But before they could finish that silent cry the redhead girl whipped her head around and cried out aloud, and instead of 'I can't hold it!' what she said was simply "There!", and she started to run for it. The way she was running, on her tiptoes with her thighs still squeezed together and her hands still between them, she still looked very much like a little girl that was very much in danger of wetting her little panties at any moment and was running as fast as she could to make it to the bathroom before it was too late. Except now the redhead girl herself wasn't running for the bathroom at all. "Huh? Wait, what-" Cam had time to cry out in confusion and sudden alarm as she saw where the redhead was running, with a couple of the other girls already running close behind. The parking lot was right there outside the main entrance, where they'd set up all those portable toilets last night, and Cam had simply expected that the girls who had to go the worst would be hurrying there now, to those port-a-potties that were now their only hope of making it in time, as well as the one way for them to safely deliver their samples. But the redhead wasn't running there at all. She never even looked at the entrance, had probably never even noticed the port-a-potties out there and never even realized there was anywhere left that she could go. When she cried out and started running, the 'there' that the redhead was looking at was just a sort of little alley in between the girls' bathroom and the boys' bathroom, just a little bit of space that was left over and didn't even have the concrete floor of the rest of the stadium, just bare dirt and a little gravel. But just now that was just what she needed, and as soon the redhead girl got there she reached under her tiny miniskirt and pulled down her tiny panties and dropped into position, and just like that she just let go. "Aawww!" Cam shouted in frustration as soon as she saw it, and enough of the bystanders standing in line or just passing by made similar surprised exclamations that the two of them could even hear it from up here. With all that noise they definitely couldn't hear the redhead's long moaning sigh, or the softer noise that what she was doing there was making, but they could see what she was doing just fine. And after a moment when she tilted her head back and let her eyes flutter closed they could even see her face and the expression of sheer bliss that blossomed there as the wave of intense relief washed over her. Clarice found herself thinking it was just like the expression that a little girl might make at the moment that she finally let go after she just barely made it, after she just barely managed to hold it just barely long enough to just barely keep from wetting her little panties. And at the same time, Clarice also couldn't help but think that what the redhead girl was doing just now looked nothing at all like any little girl, because there was nothing at all little about the mighty gusher pouring from under her miniskirt. There was just no other word for it. The sheer power of that slender sparkling stream and the long graceful arc that it made as it shot out and passed between her legs and even the way it splashed onto the ground in front of her feet to form a little swirling puddle, it all reminded Clarice of nothing so much as a miniature geyser. And when she thought about it just a bit the analogy suddenly seemed particularly apt, that of a fluid-filled reservoir under internal pressure that grew and grew until it couldn't be contained any longer and at last erupted spectacularly. Because that girl's 'personal reservoir' really was filled to the brim with her 'personal fluid' and it really was under pressure from her detrusor and held inside only by her 'personal squeezing'. And the pressure just grew and grew until it was just unbearable, and the girl decided she just couldn't stand to keep holding it any longer, and as soon as she found just a bit of privacy and got her clothes out of the way she just let go of all that pressure and it just burst out, in a tiny but still spectacular 'personal eruption'. And watching that eruption from high above, Clarice was suddenly struck by what it really meant and her face fell to match Cam's and she whispered, "her sample..." More girls were running up beside the redhead now, joining her there in the alley and reaching under their tiny miniskirts for their tiny panties, pulling them down or just pulling them to the side, and just like that they were all letting go. "Their samples..." Clarice's face fell even more as she watched it, all the girls from the front row crowding in together, all their mighty gushing streams bursting out and flowing freely, all their precious samples spilling out all over the ground. "No way!" Cam cried out in petulant disbelief, "All of them!? And they were so close, too." She pouted, and Clarice sighed. Down there by the bathrooms she watched a few girls from the line hurrying over to hold up a couple of their coats in front of the alley, apparently in the hopes of preserving whatever modesty all the girls squatting there might have left. Then a girl from the line suddenly got out of line and ran over into the alley too, apparently pushed over the edge by the hissing and splashing sounds all those streams were making and left with no other choice but to join them and add her own stream. Another girl did the same, and then another, and Clarice started to think it would maybe be polite to look away. "It was just a little bit farther. Just a little bit longer!" Cam was saying. "Why couldn't they just hold it a litt-" "It's your own fault, you know," she looked away and lowered her binoculars to fix Cam with a skeptical glare, which Cam returned with indignation. Clarice went on, "You should've realized something like this might happen if you just bothered to think it all the way through." Once again, just like Clarice was afraid of, Cam once again hadn't quite thought through all the details of her experimental design. Clarice herself might not have seen it before either, but thinking about it now she could see exactly where everything went wrong. The first part of the plan worked out just perfectly, of course. With all those girls waiting in line they had plenty of volunteers who took their formula and signed their forms, and they all walked into the stadium with the formula in their systems. So when those volunteers took their seats to watch the game the formula was already passing through their kidneys and trickling into their bladders, helped along by Cam's selection of mildly diuretic juices. Then the game itself helped keep it there, keeping the volunteers motivated to stay in their seats and keep watching even as their bladders started to become uncomfortably full. And even when the halftime break gave them all a chance to get up and most of the volunteers took the chance to visit the bathroom, the ones in the front row stayed for their 'unofficial halftime show' and ended up missing their chance and just had to keep holding it. And after that the game just kept getting more and more exciting, so all those sports fans couldn't bear to miss any of it and they had to just keep holding it and holding it, until by the end of the game their bladders were just incredibly full and they could hardly hold it at all. And that was when things started to go wrong. They all had to go so very bad and their bladders all had to be so very very full that their samples were sure to be just extraordinary, just like Cam must have been hoping all along. And they got up and headed straight for the bathroom, just like Cam must have been planning for them to. But when they got to the bathroom and saw the enormous line there, far too long for any of them to ever hope to get through, they didn't keep going to the parking lot and the collection apparatus like Cam must have been expecting. If she just thought it through she might have realized that girls who had to go so very bad after holding it for so very very long weren't going to take the time to try to remember the port-a-potties they might vaguely recall seeing out there hours earlier, and they certainly weren't in any state to go searching for a bathroom either. In that state, as soon as those girls saw that line they must have felt their last flickering hopes of making it to the bathroom suddenly flicker out completely, leaving only undeniable and utterly merciless biological reality. Their poor bladders were just so unbearably full, and being so cruelly squeezed by their involuntary detrusors that they really were in immediate danger of involuntarily emptying themselves, and faced with that absolutely unthinkable possibility, those girls simply did the only thing that they could. They ran into the alley and they pulled down their panties and they all just let go, and just like that the extraordinary samples they had worked so hard to prepare came pouring out and spilled all over the ground. "Face it, Cam," she concluded after thinking it all through. "Your experiment was just poorly designed." Cam glared back, her face growing flushed and her mouth tightening in an even bigger pout as she tried to come up with a response. "It's not over yet!" she managed eventually. "There's still some of them left. They could still make it!" "Maybe so," Claire said with a shrug, raising her binoculars for another look. A sizable crowd was beginning to gather by the alley, some girls murmuring in sympathy while others snickered with derision and most of the guys were just trying to sneak a peek through the improvised curtain. Some other girls just pushed right past while pointedly ignoring both the alley and the crowd, and it looked like they were maybe headed to the parking lot where they would maybe find the apparatus set up there in time for it to maybe collect at least a few samples today. Some of the girls even looked uncomfortable enough that their samples might provide useful results, although certainly nothing like the samples that were forming those swirling puddles and joining into one big puddle while they all soaked into the ground of that alley. "I hope some of the make it at least, but we can't count on them now." If they were going to get a sample that could support their hypothesis, they were going to have to start over. But maybe not quite all the way over. "We'll pick up those samples later, like we planned. But in the meantime we should get another experiment ready." She put the binoculars away and started back down the steps, Cam following along sullenly. "Your general design should be usable with a little work. And I think I've already got some ideas of how to improve it."
  16. 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.
  17. Once I invited a girl from my school for the cinema. She asked me if she could bring her girlfriend with her. I did not know why, but i thought that she did not want a “real” date with me. I agreed, because the other girl was pretty too and to spend time with two pretty girls was not so bad. Sure it was different from my idea to be alone with a girl in a dark cinema, but i went with two girls. We did meet at late afternoon in a coffee shop. After some drinks, i ordered the bill. Before i could pay, the second girl excused her for the bathroom. She asked “my” girl to go with her, but my girl did not want to. ”You told me hours ago that you would need to wee, why don’t you go now?” asked the girl , a little bit angry. ”I can hold it!” answered “my” girl. ”You are not normal “said the other girl and disappeared to the toilet. I did absolutely love that, that she was needing to wee but did not go. We walked a half hour until we arrived at the cinema. I went for the tickets and just before we wanted to go in, my girl said that we should wait for a few minutes she needs to go to the loo. ”Oh no!” i said “No time for that, the film is starting now.” ”But, but....” she was stuttering . ”No but’s! You will hold it, you told us in the restaurant, so hold it and let us finally go in! “ i said. ”Let her go! She did not pee since she did get up in the morning, she is really needing it!” said her girl friend. ”No, let’s go in! She is a girl, she can hold it!” i said. ”You are one of the boys who talk such silly thighs, like “she is a girl and girls can hold it.” Do you really think that girls don’t need to wee? “We need to wee like boys do, we just have sometimes not the chance to do it, we are sometimes forced to hold it of course the circumstances, but it gets painful for a girl too, to hold it. Let her go! She is putting it off since before noon.” she said. ”Stop to talk about me like this, i don’t want to go now anymore, i will hold it!” my girl said a little bit angry and stated to walk. That was exactly what i wanted, i wanted to sit beside a girl with a bursting full bladder, i wanted to know that she was needing to wee really bad. We had no time for her to let her wee, but we had time to buy three large soda. After about a half hour, she did already drink a big part of her soda, she told me that it was a big mistake, not to go to the loo. She told me that is is needing to wee so bad, that she think she MUST go out to the toilet, because she can’t endure that any longer. ”No way, hold it!” i said and she did hold it. On the way out, we did not pass the loo’s, the exit was directly out to the street. No wee for her! On the way home, she could hardly walk. Her girlfriend told her to squat between the cars and not suffer any longer and i told her to hold it until home. She did hold it! She was standing with tight crossed legs, in front of her door and said “ that was a great performance, to keep my panties dry, after so many drinks and after holding it for so many hours .” Her girlfriend told her that she would be silly and i told her that i would admire her and that i would like it if girls are so strong. One week later, I did invite her again to the cinema, but this time without her girlfriend. She told me that she is proud of her strong bladder and her ability to hold for extreme long. After that, we had more dates, where she did hold it for me and where she did let me torture her swollen, bulging bladder!
  18. Hey guys sorry for not posting in a while, been super busy. The following accounts involve my current girlfriend, Christy. Christy is in her early thirties (she’s 5 years older than me), is 5’1, 105 lbs, with blonde hair, tan-ish skin, and 32c cup size. She has an athletic, skinny figure so her tits seem big for her small frame lol. She is beautiful and I often wonder how I even got her. We have been dating for 3 years and there have been several pee related experiences thus far. When we first started dating, we would go out with friends to the bars and clubs in our downtown area. Christy is the type of woman that sticks to beer and wine on nights out, and boy can she drink a lot of beer haha. I didn’t really notice early on, but she hardly ever seemed to leave our group to go to the restroom. In all honesty I prob went 2-3 times more often than she did, but I always end up breaking the seal early on. On one particular night out, Christy was wearing a tight black top with tight white jeans and a stylish black jacket (think Michael kors?) We went to about 3 bars on this one street in a 2 hour span. Christy relieved herself within the first 30 min but the next two bars we went to had dirty bathrooms so presumably that’s why she didn’t go. We ended up at a popular night club and had a great time dancing and hanging with our group of friends. We stayed at this club for about an hour, then Christy and I decided to head home. Once we were outside and to ourselves, I pulled out my phone to call an Uber. Before I could open the app, Christy looks up at me with slight puppy dog eyes and in a sarcastically childish voice said, “I gotta go potty”. She was sort of doubled over when she said that, which instantly got my attention. We were right across the street from this large public park, and I suggested she could go pee in there (it was late and super dark outside so perfect cover). I had to go too, so we both walked next to a tree and concrete art structure thing. I was in the process of checking to see if the coast was clear, but Christy was already sitting over the steps of the concrete structure. She was holding up herself with her hands on the step behind her, and peeing an absolute firehose of pee into the ground beneath her. For such a tiny woman, she really could release powerfully. I could only stare in amazement at the sheer power and volume and was surprised that she did not get any splash back pee on her from the ground. I finished my business and we got the Uber back home. Over time we got more comfortable around one another and would occasionally delve into conversations involving pee. I would joke with her about how she must have a huge bladder because I’m always the one rushing off to the bathroom. She claims that she doesn’t have that big of a bladder (lies), but she did mention some stories from college. She went to a big state school, so tailgating and going to football games was a big thing to do there. She would say that they would drink so much beer at these tailgates that you would have to get used to holding it for a little bit (portopotties were usually pretty crowded). She also would talk about how her two roommates would sometimes wet the bed because they drank so much alcohol the night prior (apparently this was common for many college girls who partied a lot), and she would proudly proclaim that she never wet her bed in college. Another story she told me involved her and her best friend playing Edward 40-hands. For those who don’t know, Edward 40-hands is a drinking game where you tape each of your hands to a 40 oz beer or malt liquor, and the object of this game was to see who could drink two 40s the fastest. Since your hands are taped to the bottles, you can’t unzip your pants to use the restroom, so this game often leads to desperate scenarios. Christy and her friend Megan played Edward 40-hands one night when they were about 25 yrs old. After trying to finish this massive amount of liquid for about an hour, Megan really needed to pee so Christy used her teeth to unzip and pull down Megan’s jeans and panties so she could avoid wetting herself. Christy was telling me this because of how funny it was, but secretly it was turning me on. I asked her if she was able to finish hers before needing to pee and she said she did, which is more evidence that Christy has a very strong bladder. Christy and I love to swim in the pool, ocean, etc. She looks stunning in a two piece bikini, and on several occasions we will be floating in the ocean and she will announce not to come near her because she is peeing. I love the fact that she is so open about stuff like that and she tends to find it humorous. She has no qualms about peeing outside or in the water, so I can tell she grew up spending a lot of time outdoors. One day me and her family decided to go out on the boat and do some water skiing and tubing down a river. We spend a good two hours or so on the water and most of us are drinking red wine and beer. It’s a beautiful day, everyone’s feeling good, but I have to pee. I had been going in the water when we were anchored for a period of time, but it had been an hour and the alcohol was catching up with me. We returned to the dock and began getting the boat on the trailer. There was a public restroom at this boat landing that was usually open, but Christy and I found it closed. I had to go pretty bad but figured I could hold it for the 7 minute drive back to our house. Christy even mentioned for once that she has to pee but said she can hold it. Her demeanor was just as cheery and carefree as always, but I knew she had to be holding in an ocean. As we were walking back to the car, she even pointed at her belly and said “haha look, you can really see how full my bladder is”. Her tight jeans shorts had the top button undone and you could really see her bladder bulge. She had no trouble holding it back to the house, and when she went into the restroom, I waited outside and she peed like a racehorse for the better part of a minute before slowing down slightly. After a minute of pissing, she shouted out to me while laughing,”omg I’m peeing so much! It never stops!” I was hard as a rock listening to all this, so the sex after was amazing. Christy Is a wonderful woman and we are deeply committed to each other which makes me feel great. I love her openness and I’m going to keep trying to push towards telling her about my fetish. I do wonder if her being in her early thirties has anything to do with how could her holding abilities are. She has experience with drinking beer and wine and not breaking the seal, and I’ve never seen her truly desperate (even tho she pees an absurd amount given her tiny frame). What do y’all think? I will continue telling some experiences with her when I get time.
  19. I love very slim, thin, nearly skinny girls, desperate to pee. I like all girls, but i think every boy(man) has a special type of girl for favorite. For some boys are thick girls more sexy, for other boys are skinny girls sexier. Some years ago, there have been more peoples here on omorashi, who did like slim girls and did like to write about very slim girls, but this has changed. It seams that are more people here at omorashi now, who likes girls with curves, with thick thighs and big asses and that there are more, especially men, who likes chubby girls. If i write stories, i mostly try not to write about specifically types of girls, so that everyone can imagine his favorite type. The most arousing for myself is, when a very slim girl is needing to wee really, really bad, but can’t go for so long as any possible! I love it if she knots her slim legs to hold it in. Sometimes, if such a girl was staying overnight and if she wanted to get out of the bed in the morning, to take a much needed wee, how she said, i did not let her go. Some girls were getting angry and i had to let them go, but some girls did let me make them hold for hours. I did love it so much to see a girls bladder bulging out of her flat abdomen, just over her pubic bone, between her pregnant hip bones. It did look like a little ball. I did love to touch it, to press on it. At the first phase the bladder was a little bit firm, but it was still soft enough, that I could press and push with my hand deep in the girls thin belly. Sure she did moan from needing to wee so bad, if i did that, but i could do it and some girls did let me do it. If a girl is very slim (skinny) you can see her bladder, you can see the contours of her bladder and if she is holding it longer and longer, you can see it growing out from her abdomen. Her usual flat belly gets more and more swollen, her bladder is bulging more and more up to her navel, more and more from the middle of her abdomen to her hipbones. I love to put my hand on the girls belly, I love to feel her bladder with my hand, i love to press on it, to push on it and to massage it, i love to „play „with her overfilled bladder and i love to imagine how much hot wee she is holding inside and how bad she would need to wee. If a girl is skinny, there is just a thin, fat less skin between my hand and her bursting full bladder. This imagination and to feel her bladder with my fingers, is absolutely arousing for me. It is so hot for me if such a girl cross her slender legs, if she press her slim thighs together, to squeeze her pussy and her peephole shut, to support her sphincter, to hold it until her bladder is up, or over her navel! If a skinny girl fills, or is forced to fill her large bladder up to it’s limit, it must bulging out, because she don’t have enough room in her thin lower abdomen. She gets flat and skinny again, her thin belly will curve in between her hipbones, after she is allowed to wee her swollen bladder empty. Does someone else like very slim girls, does anyone else think that skinny girls are sexy?
  20. View File Holding bursting bladder Hey that's my 1st video. Yesterday I drank 2 L of water and a protein shake after my workout. I was bursting so badly and my bladder was hurting like mad so I decided to record myself... We can see my bladder bulging out of my body:) Im usually really flat (that's why I posted the last pic so we can compare before/after) Hope you like Submitter No Face Boy Submitted 03/03/2021 Category Male  
  21. second part of the third installment of my saga Ja’Lana in the uromancer’s lair part 2 Now with 100% more uromancers and lairs This story contains urination, tickling, water sports and actual death. not for the squeemish, you have been warned. They reached the mountains when the sun was already setting, conferring an ominous look at the barren landscape, sparsely dotted by frozen trees twisted in terrifying poses. «Well this looks…promising» joked Malina kicking a mound of freshly fallen snow «How exactly are we going to find this lair? Place is duller than a temple of Mara.» «Simple we…» Haylindel confidently rose a finger only to immediately lower it «Well we could…uh…look around for…» «You have no idea, have you?» interceded Ja'Lana «It’s not like I have no idea…well yes, I have no idea where it is SPECIFICALLY but I have a good hunch on where it MIGHT be» Haylindel cleared her throat «You see, there are very few places where the Mistress could hide her lair. First of all, a mage of her status and pride would NEVER settle for a cave, not only would it be degrading but there wouldn’t be enough space to set up a laboratory and expanding a cave lair requires a lot more effort than, say, a ruined keep. So we can write the caves off immediately.» she stopped to ponder looking at their surroundings «Another thing we need to take into account is her need for live subjects. She must have picked a place that is both well hidden and hard to come by by accident but not SO hard to reach that she would have problems dragging her victims inside…or even baiting them in…» «So, no caves, place hard to happen upon by mistake but easy to access if you know where to look…» summarized Malina while aiming a snowball at Ja'Lana’s ass «She also must want some sort of vantage point. A cliff perhaps?» Ja'Lana scratched her chin «Well but if that were the case we would spot it right awa...HEY!» the snowball hit true «You little…» she jumped on the laughing goblin trying to wrestle her into submission. Malina could have stopped her with her gloves but she was having too much fun with this. They kept rolling around until Ja'Lana face ended up planted under a bronze-skinned foot. «Girls?» Haylindel was looking at them raising an eyebrow «I hope our…experience of last night didn’t make you two forget that we are searching for an ancient and potentially murderous arch-uro…» her sentence was cut short by Ja'Lana’s snowball hitting her in the face «Fine…» she continued, wiping the snow from her face «…you asked for this. Titillo…» her belly slightly bloated while minuscule sparks left her fingertips and fluttered around the two rascals. At first nothing seemed to be happening, then they both started feeling light jolts all around them. Each jolt made them squirm at first, as the little sparks settled around some peculiar zones of their bodies and then disappeared under their clothes. «What was that abo…hohohoh…» Ja'Lana started rolling around «stohohohp! Please! She is SOHOHORY!» «What wrong Ja'Lana? What is happening to yhoohohou?» Malina shortly joined her khajiit friend rolling in the snow. It was like hundreds of tiny tendrils were teasing their armpits and sides all at once and, no matter how much they tried to defend those spots, their assault wouldn’t stop. Haylindel waited a couple more seconds then snapped her fingers, the sparks fizzled out of existence, leaving the two winded, staring at the sky, as her belly deflated. «Please…huff…don’t do that again…huff…she really thought you would make her…PISS…herself…that would have been…huff…bad…she doesn’t like…huff…PISSSSSSSSSSING HERSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSELF…» Ja'Lana smiled as she heard water hitting the snow. «I hate you» mumbled the elf while fixing her skirt «Let’s just get back to business, shall we? To answer your question, no, we wouldn’t necessarily spot her lair if it was a cliff as there are a number of ways to mask things with magic, even castles if needed. Still, we are surrounded by mountains, this will take ages» she let out a disgruntled groan, then her eyes sprung open as a revelation hit her. «Let’s find someplace to make camp, I think I have an idea» After setting up camp they started eating while Haylindel resumed her explanation «I did some research before embarking in this mission of mine, and I remembered probably the only detail that can help us.» she pulled out a map and unfolded it in front of her two companions «While it’s true that all the victims were discovered in the woods between Morthal and Dawnstar, not alll of them are FROM Morthal and Dawnstar.» she pointed at a spot in the map «We are here and the victims were found here, here, here and here» she pointed at more spots, all north-west of their position «considering that north of those locations there are no mountains, I’d say her lair must be south of there.» «How so?» asked Malina «Quite simple, because of Reliable Remulus» «The fuck is a Remulus?» Ja'Lana spat a chicken bone in the fire «Remulus was a traveling merchant. His corpse was found among the others, right here, east of Morthal. He used to drive his little cart all the way to Whiterun to sell pelts, then he would buy mead in Whiterun and sell it in Windhelm, from there he would buy steel that he would sell in Riften for pelts, then back to Whiterun. Rinse and repeat for his entire life.» «And this matters because…» asked Malina while picking her nails with her knife «Well, he always did the same trades in the same order using the same route. THIS road right here» she pointed at a line on the map that connected Windhelm and Whiterun. «Wait…» Ja'Lana leaned on the map to see better «this doesn’t make sense. That road doesn’t even come close to the forest…except…» she turned her head south «…Except when it nears that hill. But even in that case, it’s still too far away from where the corpses were found, which means…her lair is somewhere north of that hill and south of the forest? Isn’t…isn’t there an abandoned pass around that area?» Haylindel smiled «Precisely. She must have used the pass to reach a sheltered area on the top of the mountain. Possibly a preexisting structure, like a ruin or an old fort that she later repaired and camouflaged with illusion magic, it should be in some sort of natural alcove, even with illusion magic the falling snow would quickly pile up on it and, last time I checked, floating mounds of snow aren’t something you see that often, nor are mysterious tundra mountains that don’t have any snow on them.» she looked around, settling her gaze to a short mountain west of their camp «The only place that matches all these conditions…is THAT mountain. It’s near the pass, overlooks the hill, has a weird cliff that creates an alcove and it offers a decent view of the forests where the corpses were found. We need to discreetly search in that area and I’m sure we will find it.» «And how do we do that? That castle must be in such an advantageous position that she probably already spotted us, what if she teleports us into her torture chambers while we sleep?» replied Malina now perched on Haylindel’s back, the elf almost jumped for the surprise «When…How…you were sitting there a second ago!» «Don’t you know?» smirked the assassin «Never take your eyes away from a goblin if you care for your valuables» she gave her breasts a quick squeeze and jumped off of her. «Ahem…anyway» Haylindel blushed while she adjusted her top, attempting to cover a nipple that slipped out «rest assured, that will never happen. It’s a common misconception that wizards can simply snap their fingers and whatever or whoever they want just poofs in front of them. Teleportation doesn’t work that way. A wizard can teleport to a known destination but can only do so themselves unless said wizard has access to something belonging to the person they want to move, knows precisely WHERE that person is and has their consent. Missing any of those things will result in a failure. As for her spotting us…possibly. But unless we do something stupid, in her eyes, we are just three people camping. She has no idea who we are, who is expecting us and if we have friends nearby, so she will probably play safe for now. The last thing she needs is giving away her location.» «Basically this means that she has a way to either lure people in, or at least near the pass, or she can somehow move them from a distance?» asked Ja'Lana now holding Malina on her lap. Haylindel bit her thumb «Yes…worst of all, there are countless methods to do both those things…she could be using illusions to either scare people into entering the pass or to lure them near it…or even alteration magic to move things like vines to drag them in…or summon a daedra to do the dirty work for her…heck, she could even become invisible and bonk them on the head…this doesn’t help in the slightest, we need to know how she does it but there is simply no way for us to find out. Well, unless we get captured.» she rubbed her temples and sighed «well, we aren’t getting anything done tonight, it’s too dark and we are too far away for her to try anything without us at least noticing. However, just in case…» she drew a circle in the air with her arms, her bladder swelled way more than when she almost fried Malina and a dim white light circled their camp «this should do it.» she added as her bladder deflated «i set up a guardian circle, it will last for the night and will both alert us and damage anyone or anything trying to get too close and that means us harm. I think we can go to be…» she was interrupted by Malina raising her hand «Quick question, is there a way to test that seal you placed on Ja'Lana before we are in a spot where we can’t take chances?» Haylindel yawned, clearly tired from the long day and that last spell she cast «Uh…sure…even now if you want. You remember the words you chose for the refill effect and the massive release? Well, first say the word for the refill, then say “seal” and then try to use the massive release one. If she loses it, the seal doesn’t work. If she can’t go, then it DOES work…oh and to undo the seal you just say “unseal”. I know, nothing original but the good thing is that only you can give this commands, so even if the Mistress figures them out she won’t be able to use them.» Malina looked at her friend and grinned, her gloves started to glow and Ja'Lana quickly jumped on her feet «Wait! One moment!» she said taking off her pants «ok, now you can go.» «Fill» Ja'Lana’s bladder filled up completely «Now that I think about it, can I do it more than once? Fill.» Ja'Lana’s bladder was now bulging, the khajiit shoved her hands between her legs «Malina please, she can’t hold this much! Use the seal, USE THE SEAL!» The goblin giggled «Fine, se…FILL!» Ja'Lana’s bladder was now so full that she collapsed on the ground and started leaking «Aaand…SEAL» the leaking stopped but Ja'Lana was now banging her fists on the ground, biting her lip. «Please! This is too much! Just…just try the seal and let her pee!» «You would love that, wouldn’t you?» Malina’s eyes had the same devious gaze as the day before. She started caressing the huge bladder bulge sending mixed sensations of pain and pleasure to the poor khajiit «do you feel the need to let all of this out?» she pressed on her bladder, Ja'Lana let out a moan and tried to spread her legs hoping to ease the pressure, but nothing came out «Wouldn’t you love to let this huge ocean out? Let the waters rush and splash…i bet it would feel almost orgasmic, maybe i should fi…» «Malina, ENOUGH!» Haylindel’s voice boomed all around them, snapping the goblin out of her lustful haze «Do NOT fill her more, I specifically wrote it in the instructions: the more you fill her bladder the more exhausted she will be afterwards, we can’t afford to have her collapse tomorrow! Finish the test and free her.» Malina huffed «Fine…I’ll try the regular command first, the one that relaxes the muscles. Release.» nothing happened «Alright, this one is blocked, now…» «This one is NOT blocked!» lamented Ja'Lana «She can feel her muscles relaxing, she can feel her body wanting relief but…she just can’t! It’s TORTURE!» «Calm down, I’ll use the last command and I’ll free you, I promise. Ahem. PSHHH.» Ja'Lana started shaking, she arched her back as to let it all out but nothing happened «THIS IS EVEN WORSE! She is being squeezed like a towel but nothing comes out! HELP HER!» Seeing Ja'Lana writhing in pain broke something inside the goblin’s heart, almost like she remembered something she had long forgotten «Oh Crap! UNSEAL! UNSEAL!» she helped Ja'Lana opening her legs as her bladder finally started emptying «You want some help? Here, I’ll relax your muscles, Release!» what was at first a small uneven drip was now a steady stream that quickly turned into a small river when Malina started calmly rubbing Ja'Lana’s belly. «Ahh…ahh…please…never again…she’ll be a good girl…don’t do that again…she…she…oooh…» Ja'Lana fell asleep in Malina’s arms, her stream still going steady. «You overdid it» commented Haylindel, eyes twitching and legs crossed at the sight of Ja'Lana’s release «I…was clear enough in my instructions, f…filling…the bladder is dangerous…if you do it too much or too often she WILL DIE.» the seriousness of her tone was undermined by her lifting her skirt mid sentence to let out her own stream «Now…let that poor girl finish and clean her up, then go to sleep.» It took five minutes for the unconscious Ja'Lana to finally empty her bladder, after that Malina cleaned her, dressed her and brought her on her bedroll. Before going to sleep as well she leaned on her friend and kissed her forehead «I’m sorry» she whispered. The next day Ja'Lana awoke to find Malina kneeling near her with a worried look on her face «How are you feeling? Are you ok? Can you stand? I made you breakfast, it's eggs. Do you like eggs? If you want I can…» Ja'Lana covered the goblin’s mouth with her furry index finger, trying to stop the barrage of questions that her pounding head could hardly follow «This one is fine, she just has a terrible headache. As for last night, she accepts your apologies…and the eggs. Still…» she looked at the seal painted on her waist «she doesn’t think this thing works, she could feel everything…it was so painful…» Haylindel sat near her, offering the khajiit a wooden cup filled with a green liquid «Well, the seal I used can’t prevent you from feeling pain or the…stimulus…so to speak. It just plugs you up so nothing can get out. Trust me, that pain you felt was nothing compared to what would happen if the Mistress were to break it. I doubt you got your life sucked out of you before. Now drink this potion, it should help you with your headache. And you…» she turned her head towards Malina «DO. NOT. FILL. HER. MORE. THAN. ONCE. It may not seem like it but a triple fill like yesterday could result in a person spending three days in bed just to recover. You are lucky our kitty, here, is a though cookie.» Even after drinking the potion, Ja'Lana was still a bit woozy so they spent the morning scouting the mountain side from a safe position in the nearby frozen woods, using the spyglasses Malina “borrowed” from a shop a few months ago. For most of the morning nothing out of the ordinary came up, the mountainside was dull, the hills were dull. The whole morning was dull, really. Then it happened. They saw a small group of people approaching the hills from a distance. They looked like soldiers but, on closer inspection, their mismatched and poorly maintained leather and hide armors identified them as common bandits. Their leader, a middle aged redguard woman that stood out from the rest of the ragtag group thanks to her bulkier iron armor, toned physique and ebony skin, was shouting something at her men but they were too far away for the hidden trio to be able to hear her. «She is angry.» commented Malina still looking trough her spyglass «Yes, we can see that, dear.» added Haylindel putting hers away «No, I mean she is PISSED at her men» the sound of running water reminded her that she just said the P word «I’m trying to read her lips, can’t make out much but she is calling her men “lazy milk-drinkers” and she is trying to rally them with some sort of speech about…i THINK her husband being killed in this area? Maybe her brother? Either way, I think she knew one of the victims… » Malina stood quiet for a second «Now she is speaking in a language I’m not familiar with but, going off from the hand gestures, she is either informing her men of what she will do to their assholes if they fail or she is telling them a really passionate story about that time she caught a mudcrab “this big”…wait! Something just moved! Over there!» Malina pointed her spyglass at a wall near the pass’ entrance as Ja'Lana and Haylindel did the same. The icicles and the snow near the pass started to shift and melt, merging into a giant puddle that slowly crawled its way to the small group of bandits, none of which noticed the shimmering mass until it was right under their feet. And by then it was too late. The water sprung up, swallowing the screaming bandits and their still stoic leader that tried all she could to break free. All her attempts were in vain as the water around their bodies froze, forming a block of ice floating on a bed of still liquid water that quickly dragged its prey back in the cave. «We need to follow that puddle!» exclaimed Haylindel springing to her feet. «Are you crazy?» shouted Malina as both her and Ja'Lana began running after her «It’s almost midday, SHE WILL SEE US!» Haylindel raised her hands and, suddenly, disappeared. Ja'Lana was gone too. Then Malina noticed the small shimmer around her hands and the footprints forming in the snow beside her. Invisibility. «I STILL have a bad feeling about this!» she commented while approaching the pass and slowing down, however, they were too late as the cave was completely silent, no sounds of water, no muffled screams, just a thin trail of water going deep into the pass. An icicle that sounded like Haylindel broke the eerie silence «Alright, before we go in: do NOT touch the water. ANY water. We don’t know if she can just capture things with it or if she can sense them too. Follow m… never mind» They followed the trail of water to a seemingly impassable wall of ice, a quick inspection revealed a gap that an illusion spell made look smaller than it really was. They crawled in, Haylindel taking the front, Ja'Lana in the middle and Malina closing the line behind them, trying to be as quiet as possible and to not touch the still present trail of water. After a minute of crawling, the tunnel opened up in a cave revealing a large keep. Its architectural style confirmed Haylindel’s hypothesis of it being an ancient ruin, it was completely engulfed in the ice walls and had two stone and ice paths branching from the middle tower, each leading into the ice walls and possibly into the vantage points the Mistress used to scout for victims. Still protected by their invisibility, they followed the main path up to the outer gates, then looked for a way in. Most of the holes in the walls were patched by thick ice and the cave walls were too smooth to be climbed. All except one. The cave that housed the keep had several openings in its ceiling, one of which was large enough that the light coming from it had slowly carved a hole in on of the higher ice patches. They quickly reached the wall with the faulty patch, right before their invisibility fizzled out of existence. «Ja'Lana, I’ll need your help» Malina tied the end of a rope to her waist «throw me as high as you can. The wall becomes rougher after a few meters, if I can get past the smooth part I can climb the rest of the way up on my own and drop the rope once I secure it.» «Sure come her...ooof» Ja'Lana had forgotten how heavy the pipsqueak actually was «On three…huff…one…two…THREE!» the goblin flew up high and sunk her nails in the rougher ice, quickly skittering upwards and disappearing inside the hole. After a few seconds a knotted rope was dangling in front of them. Ja'Lana motioned Haylindel to go first as she watched their back, then followed the elf up the rope. They found themselves in an old and forgotten attic, scattered with debris, loose planks, cracks and holes that let light seep in from below. Malina gestured for them to follow her and she pointed at a larger crack a few meters away. «I took a quick look around, given the dust and debris scattered around, nobody has been here for ages. We have access to a couple of rooms, then the ice blocks the passage. For now we are safe here.» she gestured all around her «Judging by what I could see from the cracks, we should be above her lab or something.» she pointed in the distance «Over there leads to a dimly lit corridor and take a look down here, I can see the bandits still on ice. It must be the room where she keeps her prey.» she whispered «Hay, what can you make of it? They don’t look good to me…» The elf sighed «Yup. Those people are already dead, most likely they couldn’t handle the sudden dip in temperature and…wait…where is their boss, the redguard woman?» a scream answered her question. A scream followed by…laughter? They quietly climbed over a broken wooden beam and noticed another crack this one showed flashes of light coming from below, each flash followed by more screams, more laughter. «This one has a bad feeling, please don’t be tickling, please don’t be tickling…PLEASE. DON’T. BE. TICKLING!» It was. Peeking down, the trio could clearly see the former bandit leader, completely naked and secured on a metal table covered in glowing blue runes. Each time a rune lighted up, a magic spark would erupt from the table, hitting the dark skinned bandit now on her soles, now around her sides, now her armpits. Ja'Lana recognized the familiar channels that led from the redguard’s crotch down to a large glass container Besides the table stood a robed figure, a gray haired young breton woman that would rhythmically raise one or more of her fingers, each movement creating more shocks «noooHAHAHAHA! NOT MY FEHEHEHET!» the bandit leader went ballistic as more sparks tickled her soles «YOHOHOHOU WHOHOHOHORE!» «My my, so disrespectful» taunted the Mistress «I just finished telling you how all of your friends died on their way here and you LAUGH?» she scrunched her left hand and the runes under the bandit’s feet and armpits glowed again, followed by a spark shortly after «You biAAAAAAAAAAAAAH AHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO!» the woman tried to unsuccessfully insult her «I…I won’t…I won’t give in to YOU!» the Mistress chuckled «Oh dear, that does NOT matter in the slightest. You don’t have a choice about this. You will die. Like all your dead friends. Who died. In that room over there.» More sparks formed around her clitoris, the redguard’s eyes widened «you wouldn’t daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!» another shock «Stay away form thaaaaaaaah!» two more shocks, each one more prolonged than the others «nooooh! Oooooh! Yeeeeeeeeess!» the Mistress smiled «See? You DO like hearing about your dead friends. Let it all out, dear, let it all out and die like your friends. You know…most of them peed themselves before dying, really humiliating, oh and one of them…» As the sparks intensified, the bound woman let out a deafening moan and arched her back while tears ran down her cheeks. «Oh my…Did you just come?» the Mistress laughed «You DID! You came while I was describing how your friends died. My, you are a nasty person indeed. She raised her right hand and a globe of water enveloped the redguard’s midsection and gave it a tight squeeze, forcing a few drops of urine out of her body «You see dear, I don’t NEED you to “give in”. I don’t NEED to torture you in order to get what I want…» a tentacle protruded from the water bubble and started teasing the bound woman’s clit. «I merely ENJOY doing it. Now…i think this has gone on long enough.» she clenched both her fists, all the runes started glowing brighter and brighter while the water around her midsection formed dozens of tendrils around her belly and sides and the lonesome tentacle started cruelly polishing her sensitive nub. A mixture of laughter, curses and panicked screams filled the room, Ja'Lana couldn’t believe that those sounds were coming from a human and not an agonizing monster. Under the combined effects of the tickling sparks, the tendrils and the squeezing water bubble, a small stream started pouring down her crotch, growing ever larger with every squeeze and every shock. Her eyes widened out while laughter started dying down, her face freezing in an unholy mixture of bliss and terror. Then the container finally filled up and her body wilted away. «Why tickling? Why? WHY?» Ja'Lana was murmuring to herself «Why are the gods so cruel with her? She wants to go home, she…» Malina hugged her, managing to calm her down a bit. «A good haul» cackled the Mistress appraising the contents of the glass container «Well, they DO say that redguards are a lively bunch.» she unlocked the shackles holding the former bandit leader «Take this one away, I need to extract what I can from her friends back there. Maybe I can still save something…» the same blob of water that brought them in carried the poor woman out of the room. The Mistress turned to follow it as the bright lights coming from floating crystals revealed her body. According to the College’s archives the Mistress was a hundred or so years old, yet the only thing that would suggest her age would have been her white hair because her skin was perfect and devoid of wrinkles, her lips velvety and sensual, her chest ample and firm and her belly…huge and bulging. At that sight, Ja'Lana and Malina dropped their jaws but Haylindel went completely pale. «This was a mistake» she muttered while getting up «A mistake. A mistake» she kept repeating silently walking to the hole in the wall they used to get in «We need to get out. NOW!» she shouted under her breath as Malina and Ja'Lana kept staring at her. «This one is confused. Your reaction is a bit excessive…well…she is a bit uncomfortable at the idea of killing this Mistress given her…err…condition…» «Yeah…i’m not sure about this either» chimed in Malina «And I’m the ruthless one here. It doesn’t feel right…» Haylindel blankly stared at them, eyes darting from one girl to the other «What…what are you talking about? What condi… » her eyes widened with the sudden realization «oh dear…» she sat down, her back pressed against the wall, holding her head with her hands «Girls…the Mistress isn’t pregnant. She…That…that was her bladder!» The look of surprise in their faces quickly morphed into confusion, then disgust…then terror. Malina was the only one that managed to form a coherent sentence «You mean that…all that…is…» Haylindel didn’t let her finish «Yes.» «But…shouldn’t that thing go down after the spell is done?» asked Ja'Lana sitting next to the elf «How…WHY? What’s the point of having…THAT?» Haylindel sighed, trying to regain composure «Remember when I told you that uromantic rituals have high rewards and even higher risks? I wasn’t exaggerating. There are quite a lot of rituals all capable of increasing your power…the only limitation is what you are willing to put on the line.» Malina joined the two sitting next to Ja'Lana «The ritual I tried to perform was, admittedly, a minor one and you can see the price I had to pay for a botched result. The doesn’t mean, however, that there aren’t other rituals, with more powerful restrictions…and effects.» Haylindel rested her head on the wall «The Mistress must have performed THE ritual.» «Stop beating around the bush!» huffed Malina «What did she DO?» «She performed the hardest and most dangerous uromantic ritual: she tied her LIFE to her bladder.» Silence fell in the room «The ritual she performed grants her immeasurable power and immortality…wait…no, immortality is not the right word here, eternal youth. Yes. That’s the one. She…the ritual allows her to steal the magic power and the essence of her victims by transferring their…“fluids” to her.» Ja'Lana suppressed a retch «That’s disgusting!» added the goblin «Why would anyone do that?» Haylindel continued her explanation «Well, not only the user becomes more powerful the fuller their bladder is but they also gain the years of life their victims would have naturally lived. That’s how she managed to survive this long…and why she looks so young. All those people…» «Wait, isn’t this a good thing for us?» asked Ja'Lana «If we manage to make her lose control she will become powerless, that way we can…» «No.» Haylindel interrupted her «You would be right if we were talking about someone young or still within the threshold of a normal lifespan. The Mistress has been doing this for years and now relies completely on the life force she steals. If she were to lose control she would die instantly. Which is why she must have taken all the precautions in this world to avoid that scenario.» Haylindel massaged her temples «Right now she is like a lich, a semi-immortal being that relies on…its…PHYLACTERY!» her eyes lit up with hope and she sprung to her feet «Maybe we have a chance at this! There is NO WAY she can hold that thing in with her willpower alone, not even a spell like the one I used on myself, or the seal I placed on Ja'Lana would be able to hold it back without at least constant searing pain. She must have some sort of…fetish… » «Oh, she has a fetish, alright…» commented Malina «I mean an OBJECT…or in this case, a container she can redirect all the pain and stress into, something that she can use as a backup if anything were to happen to her bladder.» «WHAT exactly could happen to her bladder?» Malina looked at her confused «Well, she may be a powerful, ageless mage but she is still mortal, even if she seals the…exit of her bladder, she is still vulnerable to attacks. Say someone hits her belly with a sword or an arrow, it’s still gonna get pierced and…well…“it” will come out of the hole. She needs a phylactery that can hold some backup power and life force, enough to hold a few liters in order to cast a mending spell and ensure she doesn’t just die on the spot…IF we could find it we would have the upper hand, we could use it as leverage or use it against her…» «Good, that’s progress» cheered Ja'Lana «What does it look like?» Haylindel took out a piece of parchment and drew a diamond on it. Then added four arrows that crossed its sides, all four pointing at a swirl in the middle of the seal «I don’t know WHAT she is using but it must have this symbol painted, sewed or etched on it and can’t be too big, it’s probably a big jug or a water skin.» Malina scratched her chin «Why can’t it be big? Wouldn’t it make more sense to use a container as huge as possible?» «Well…yes. But, despite what the common people think, magic has rules and limitations. These kind of seals need to be placed on both an object and on the user’s bladder and redirects whatever is affecting the big container to the smaller one» She gestured at the drawing she made «It’s really not that complex once you think about it, the square represents the smaller backup container and the arrows pointing at the swirl inside represent all the negative effects being redirected to it. This means that, if the Mistress’ bladder was smaller than the container used, then SHE would feel all the pain and pressure in its place.» Malina’s ears perked up «Wait! What would happen if we were to break off the part that has the seal and stick it on something definitely bigger than her, like a cauldron? After that we could fill it to the brim with water and she would be incapacitated by the pain and…I’m wrong aren’t I?» «Oh you are not wrong but that wouldn’t work.» Haylindel stifled a giggle «If you were to break the container and stick the seal to something else you would need to perform a lengthy ritual to bind the seal to it, which would also require the Mistress to be present, and I have the slight feeling that wouldn’t work out so well. That was good thinking, though, you sure you don’t want to join the college?» Ja'Lana stood up and stretched «Alright, we know what we are looking for, how do we proceed?» «Well…» Haylindel bit her thumb «…we are hiding in an attic right above her laboratory…» she began pacing back and forth «…even if we are in a safe position and can move unnoticed, we don’t know the layout of the place nor the amount of security measures she has implemented… » she looked at her companions and sighed «…i’m afraid we need to risk it and just go in blind. One thing for sure is that the phylactery won’t be below us. It’s far too important to be left in a room that can potentially damage it. It’s most likely being stored in her chambers, possibly in a hidden safe. The question is: how do we look for it?» «I have an idea.» chirped the goblin girl raising her hand «I’m small and fast, I can go down in the lab and have a quick look around and, if I find books, I’ll come to report, maybe we are lucky and the book you need is just sitting there. That way we won’t need to bother with finding leverage. If not…i can try looking in the nearby rooms.» Haylindel begrudgingly nodded «Fine, but before you go, seal Ja'Lana up, you never know.» Malina obeyed then quietly climbed down into the now empty room. The laboratory was surprisingly clean, despite its owner’s peculiar interests, beakers, potions, philters, everything was carefully cataloged and filed, unfortunately, the only book in the room was the Mistress’ journal, so Malina climbed back up to report. «No luck, only book down there is her journal that catalogs all the victims she captured, when and where they were captured and the amount of “essence” they provided. She has been doing this for centuries, way before she joined the college, but she used to only drain one or two people every ten or so years to keep a low profile.» Haylindel grumbled «I don’t like this at all but we have no choice…Malina, are you SURE you are willing to explore this place?» The goblin gleefully pinched her butt «Don’t worry, you hired the Brotherhood and we are going to take care of this. We have a reputation to uphold, you know?» she pointed at the far end of the attic «I’ll check that corridor out, I should be able to make my way around by climbing on the ceiling. You…well, you two stay hidden I’ll give you a shout if I’m in trouble.» She approached the cracked floor, poked her head out and looked down both ends of the dark hallway then took off her boots, revealing her bare feet with stirrups underneath. She scrunched her toes and did a bit of stretching, then took a deep breath and dove trough the broken planks, all that Haylindel and Ja'Lana could hear now was the skittering of the tiny nails on the ceiling. The place was deserted, sporadically lit by feeble candles that cast ample shadows for her small frame to hide in. Keeping a mental note of where the lab was she moved forward, sticking to turning right every time she found a splitting corridor. Every now and then she would find wooden doors on either side of the hallway, most of them were open and contained ruined bedchambers, abandoned storage rooms with dilapidated furniture or simply debris. The doors that were closed wouldn’t stay like that for long, as Malina would either pick the lock or spy from the huge keyholes. Those rooms, however, only contained food, raw materials and some of the many victims’ belongings, the last room was the icy room where the frozen bandits were stored, now with a menacing blob of water calmly sucking out every drop of essence for its mistress. She decided not to dally too much around that thing because, despite moving as quietly as she could, Malina couldn’t shake the feeling that someone had been watching her since her second right turn, yet, every time she stopped to check her surroundings, she could see nothing out of the ordinary. She continued moving forward until was back at her starting point and moved forward without even looking in that direction so to not give away her friends’ hiding spot, just in case. This time she chose to go left at every fork. More empty rooms, more debris, more dead ends. A different door, clearly newer than the rest and well maintained, she approached it and placed her ear on it but couldn’t hear anything on the other side, she tried to peek from the keyhole and was ecstatic to see a fireplace and an armchair. That was it! She didn’t bother to try and open the door, instead she looked around and above it and smirked at the sight of a tiny crack in the wall above the door’s frame, nicely hidden in the shadows. She quickly skittered towards it. The hole was small for an average human but she could fit in with some effort. She was about to get down when she noticed the figure sitting on the armchair, calmly flipping the pages of an old book. It was hard to make out any detail about it but, thankfully, a convenient plume of fire brightened the room for a split second, revealing the book’s cover “Secret Dangers of Uromantic Rituals”. That was probably the book Haylindel needed. But the sudden flash of light revealed something else: a glass case covered in runes and containing a red water skin with a golden diamond etched on its side. Her mission was complete, all she needed to do now was to get out of the hole, find a safe place and wait for the Mistress to fall asleep. She gently pushed herself back…but she didn’t move an inch. She felt her plump ass being held in place by the stone around her, ironic since she was mocking Ja'Lana just a few days ago for the exact same reason. Cursing herself under her breath she tried to shimmy her way out, trying to make as little noise as possible. That’s when she heard them. Giggles. High pitched and muffled giggles coming from behind her «Teehee… what did I tell you? She is stuck! Should we warn the Mistress?» said one tiny voice «No, let’s have fun with her first» replied another, nearly identical voice «She has been a good spy so far, we almost didn’t catch her sneaking around. How long do you think she will last?» asked the first one «Let’s find out» concluded a third voice. For a second there was only silence, then all three of the mysterious voices spoke in unison «Coochie coochie lil’ spy…» She felt something wet and cold race over her bare soles and she gritted her teeth. «Tickle tickle, green soles» She felt tiny claws scratching under her stirrups and she bit her lower lip. «Kitchy kitchy, twinkle toes» She felt slimy tongues go in between her toes and barely managed to stifle a giggle. The three aggressors kept assaulting her feet, licking her soles, scratching her heels and sucking on her toes, by biting down her index finger, Malina managed to stay quiet but all the attentions on her feet were rapidly turning her on, and all she could do was wiggle her helpless toes. «It’s not working, sisters» said the first voice «Maybe she isn’t ticklish?» «Impossible » said the second voice «Look at how her toes are wiggling! Ana, go check what’s the problem.» «What? Why me, Bea? I’m busy, her soles taste so good. Send Cassie, she is just standing there doing nothing!» said the first voice «That’s not true! I’m enjoying the show and…oh FINE!» complained the third voice while something liquid and cold started sliding inside her stirrup and up her legs, deliberately tickling as much as it could while it passed. «But you will make up for this » the third voice continued her complaint «I was right about to…Oh…» Malina’s eyes widened as the slimy puddle stopped. At her pitifully damp crotch. «Oh siiiisters? The skank is enjoying thiiiiis…» the puddle now known as Cassie didn’t even wait for her “sisters” to respond and converged on her aching clit and labia. Malina never felt anything like this, it was like having her clit sucked by jelly while a malleable dildo made its way in and out her pussy, tickling every inch of her insides, all the while the other two mysterious attackers cranked the tickling up to eleven as now both her feet were being enveloped in a slimy tickly substance. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she desperately tried to pull herself out of that mess while biting down on on of her hands to keep quiet. Then, as she started to feel her ass getting loose, the Cassie puddle began swirling around her clit, taking her by surprise and causing a high pitched «EEP!» to escape her lips. Everything stopped as the figure resting on the armchair slowly stood up and snapped her fingers and the last thing Malina saw was a giant slime engulfing her. «She doesn’t like this, Malina has been gone for too long…» Ja'Lana was pacing back and forth, biting her nails «What if she got caught? This one should go and check…» Haylindel shushed her and whispered a concerned «Ja'Lana, LOOK!» while pointing at the cracked ceiling over the lab. A small green body was being carted by the same watery blob to the same torture table that claimed the bandit woman’s life, quickly followed by the menacing robed figure of the Mistress and three floating beings, no bigger than canaries who quickly secured the goblin’s limbs and ripped her clothes to shreds using their sharp claws. Her two friends watched in terror as the Mistress raised her hands, engulfing the tiny body in bright blue sparks, Malina came to with a scream «AAAAAAAARGH! Wh...what the…oh fuck…» she finally realized where she was. Her gaze moved from the Mistress to the three floating creatures that accompanied her «Which…which one of you is “Cassie”?» a fairy-like creature with a bowl cut that covered her eyes meekly raised her hand and muttered «Uh…me?» Malina glared at her then smirked «I’ll remember that, just you waAAAAAAAAAAAH!» her banter was cut short by another shock as the Mistress cleared her throat «I’m sorry, am I INTERRUPTING something? YOU, young lady, broke into my home in an attempt of, I presume, getting rid of me.» she held Malina’s shoulder pad sporting the Brotherhood’s sigil «I do want to know how your…associates…came to know about me. I’ve been very scrupulous about covering my tracks and I’m pretty sure that none of my victims ever made it out to tell the story.» she pointed at the cellar where the bandits were stored «You can’t be one of them, of that I’m sure, their leader would have spilled anything after what I did to her so, hear me and hear me WELL, because I’m going to ask this just ONE time» her tone changed drastically as a more powerful shock hit the goblin «WHO SENT YOU?». Malina gritted her teeth, trying to maintain composure. «Well…it’s a long story…» she caught a glimpse of an orange blur and a light blue blot in one of the cracks in the ceiling and quickly masked her head movement by looking all around the room «I wasn’t really hired to kill anyone. It was a weird contract but I was tasked with finding an artifact in this general area. I’ve been crawling in your base for a while now and…AAAAAAAAARGH!» the Mistress didn’t even flinch «You expect me to believe that, you pathetic waste of oxygen? Fine, if you don’t want to talk I’ll just…» one of the floating creatures creatures, this one sporting side bangs covering her right eye, gleefully raised her hand to intercede «It’s true! It’s true! We saw her! We followed her around and she has just been rummaging in every store room she could find!» the Mistress smiled as she petted her tiny head «Really now? You followed her for that long?» her smile faded as her grip strengthened «AND YOU DIDN’T THINK OF WARNING ME? WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU PATHETIC ELEMENTAL REJECTS?!» the fairy was flung across the room and collapsed on the floor after hitting a wooden crate «BEA!» shouted the other two as they flew to their sister «Let this be a lesson, you shrimps! I made you and I can UN-make you as I see fit! You are supposed to guard this place and yet you let this…WHORE inside MY home!» «HEY!» the bound goblin shouted back «Don’t blame those three! It’s not their fault if you didn’t follow the universal dungeon regulations!» The hag looked at her in disbelief, her eye twitching «What...the FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!» «It’s…it’s the fhiiiiiiiiiiiiiirst…»another shock hit her bound body as Malina tried to continue her “explanation” «…the first thing they teach you in dungeon delving 101: the important rooms are always on the right side of the map, that’s why it’s called the RIGHT side. If you had placed your bedroom on the right and always right, I would have stumbled upon you and you would have caught me but you had the BALLS to put it ALL THE WAYS TO THE LEFT AND ALWAYS LEFT! You can’t blaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!» the Mistress didn’t let her finish «Fine, you want to be a smart-ass? You want to be FUNNY?» «Oh…oh no…please…» Malina’s face fell, knowing full well where that was going «Oh YES, yes indeed, let’s see how you like when I’M being funny, you don’t expect me to ignore when free essence is delivered directly into my home now, do you?» Ja'Lana and Haylindel watched in horror as blue sparks formed around Malina’s feet, her tiny body tensing up as the tickly sensation made its way through. The goblin, however, didn’t laugh, she didn’t scream. She smirked, looking directly at her torturess. «Honey, I’m a DOMME, I do this shit every day. This isn’t torture, it’s Fredas evening for me! Is this all that you learned from that shitty old YELLOW book you left in your chambers? Also, I’ve never seen someone keep EMERGENCY BOOZE in a glass case! You must be nuHUHUHUHUHUUUts!» sparks formed around her breasts and sides and, this time, she laughed. «Ticklish boobies, huh? Good to know…» the Mistress smiled evilly and charged another shock. High above the lab, Haylindel and Ja'Lana could do nothing but watch as their friend was tortured, sparks teasing and tickling her sensitive chest and sides, shocks vibrating between her toes. Ja'Lana couldn’t bare to keep looking at her friend like this, as Malina’s face was now permanently frozen in a look of despair, her eyes wide open, endlessly moving left…then up…then left…TWICE. She understood. Ja'Lana grabbed Haylindel and dragged her away from the hole «It’s a code! Malina just told us where the thing is!» the Khajiit pointed at the crack leading to the corridor «From there, all to the left, there must be her chambers! And the last thing she said? “Emergency BOOZE”?» Haylindel’s eyes lit up «THE PHYLACTERY! We need to reach that place as soon as po…» «NO WAIT NOHOHOHOHO!» Malina’s screams interrupted her mid sentence «DON’T TICKLE THEHEHEHEHERE! I CAHAHAHAHAN’T HOHOHOLD IT!» Haylindel raced back to their vantage point, only to see small yellow droplets forming around Malina’s crotch «NO! It’s too late!» the elf cried «She is almost losing control, if we go get the phylactery we won’t make it back in time and…» she looked at Ja'Lana that was now crying and something snapped inside the elf’s mind «I know what to do, come here.» she bared Ja'Lana’s chest and hastily painted another sigil on her abdomen, a diamond shape with four arrows pointing at a swirl then painted the same thing on her corset «I’m going to need you to bare this with me. YOU will go grab that fucking thing while I hold her off. I’m not going to sugarcoat it, this WILL be painful as you will feel EVERYTHING I feel, but it’s the only way.» she walked over the part of the attic overseeing the cold storage «Wait for me to start the distraction, then run for that stupid bedroom and bring me that phylactery!» she smashed the planks with a lightning bolt and shot another one at the reinforced door, sending shards of wood and metal flying everywhere, at the same time, Ja'Lana sprinted down the corridor. The Mistress turned around just in time to deflect the bulk of shards heading her way then laughed «I KNEW she wasn’t alone! I admit, I was expecting you to come out sooner, I guess you enjoyed watching her suffer?» Haylindel answered by shooting three quick bolts at her, the first two were deflected but the last one hit the Mistress square on her bulging belly «You disrespectful little bitch! How dare you…» she caught a glimpse of Haylindel’s bladder inflating and deflating «Oh? Don’t tell me you found the notes I left at the college. My my, so there was someone stupid enough to actually perform that shitty ritual? You realize that you could never perform it correctly, right? I cursed that ritual myself and left it there on purpose to fuck with overly eager students like you!» she smiled looking at the bound goblin and giving her another shock «Then I already know what you were looking for, little bitch. You want my book. You want to know how to fix yourself…you want to get rid of those annoying ssssssssssssssssside effectssssssssssssss I created.». Haylindel couldn’t help but to cross her legs, the seal she placed on herself already pushing its limits trying to keep her bladder in check «You three!» the Mistress glared at Ana, Bea and Cassie «Go to my chambers this instant! She is not alone! Take the slime with you and STOP WHOEVER IS IN THERE or I’ll send you back where you came from!» the fairies begrudgingly nodded and left alongside the slime. Another bolt grazed the hag’s face as she laughed again «You really want to fight me, elf? You think you can beat me when I know your weakness?» she taunted looking at the now bloated Haylindel «Look at that bladder of yours!» she shot a magic bolt at her feet, causing the Haylindel to jump to the side «I bet there is an ocean swirling inside it! How long do you think you can hold it? Five minutessssss? TEN minutessssssss?» Haylindel winched again as her belly inflated more and another bolt flew towards her opponent, missing miserably. The Mistress, however, didn’t miss and a crackling white bolt struck Haylindel’s stomach. It felt like thousands of fingers were tickling her bladder inside and out which caused her to fall on her knees and shove a hand between her legs. She tried to form a magic shield with her free hand, but only managed to block direct hits to her belly, meanwhile the Mistress bombarded her with tickling bolts, hitting her everywhere else, each sending ticklish shocks to the her poor aching bladder. The Mistress was now laughing even harder at her opponent’s pathetic attempts to fight back, easily dodging her weakening blasts and alternating between throwing potshots at Haylindel and shocking Malina’s bound body. Despite each shock making her more aroused, Malina was cheering her friend as best as she could «YOUHUHUHUHU CAN DOHOHOHO IIIIT! I believ…..FUUUUCK! I BELIEVE IN YOUHUHUHHUHUH…HAHAHAHAYYYY…» Malina’s eyes widened as a big spark formed around her crotch «WAIT NOHOHOH! HAY! STOHOHOHP HEHEHER!» The Mistress turned to face the bound goblin «Oh? Is something the matter?» she didn’t even bother dodging Haylindel’s next bolt that shamefully hit the ceiling «Don’t be so rude, elf, I’m talking to your friend here why don’t you ssssssssssssssit and sssssssssssssstay put for a moment?» Haylindel couldn’t help but spurt a bit while collapsing to the ground in agony «Now then.» the Mistress approached Malina «What was that about? Is the little whore about to cream herself? Would that make it difficult to hold it? Let’s see if I can help you with that…» on Ja'Lana’s side, a few minutes earlier It took Ja'Lana less than a minute to reach the door to the Mistress’ bedroom and kick it open. Judging by how much her bladder was inflating and how strong she felt the need to go, the battle must have already begun. And Haylindel was losing. The bulging Khajiit darted for the ornate bookcase and started rummaging through the tomes, all the while crossing her legs and biting her lip «Come on! Come on! Where is that…AH! There it is!» she bagged the runic tome then shifted her attention to the glass case, gently tapping the glass with her dagger. Nothing happened. She slid her blade under the glass and lifted it slowly. Nothing, again. She threw the glass on the floor and grabbed the engraved water skin. «HOLD IT RIGHT THERE…you…fuzzy intruder!» The three water fairies had reached the room, together with the guardian slime «Put that thing back and…uh…SURRENDER» commanded Cassie «If you won’t then this slime will capture you!» she didn’t sound convinced at all. Ja'Lana looked at them, then at the slime getting ready to jump her, then back at the fairies. «You…don’t seem to like that woman very much.» silence «This one saw what she did to you, Bea, right? Are you feeling ok?» «It DID hurt but…i’m fine…thanks…» mumbled Bea «This doesn’t change the fact that you need to come with us to the Mistress to be harvested. You…» Bea stopped mid sentence seeing Ja'Lana bending in half from the pain «What…what is happening to you?» asked Ana, concerned «This one…this one can’t surrender. Her friend needs her…you…» another surge of pressure made her wince «…Gods dammit, Haylindel, didn’t they teach you how to dodge at the college?…» she murmured while pulling herself together «This one can see you don’t like the Mistress, there must be a way to help each other here. She could…WHAT?» thanks to the surges of desperation she was sharing with Haylindel, she didn’t notice the slime crawling under her until it had already swallowed her feet up to the ankle. The gelatinous form seeping into her boots was now happily teasing and tickling her feet «Uh…HEHE…NO! Not fahahahir! Leave her paws alohohone!» The slime started rising, tickling higher and higher until it reached the underside of her belly, tickling her in an attempt of making her lose her balance. «NO! NOT THEHEHERE! HEHEHELP!» the fairies watched as she started to panic and fell on her back, the slime quickly engulfing her and beginning to dissolve her clothes. Instinctively Ja'Lana used her hand to cover the still fresh seal that was linking her to Haylindel, she wasn’t a mage but she had the feeling that washing that thing away would be bad for her friend «PLEASE! Don’t stand there, help her!» Bea looked at her sisters and they all shook their heads «We can’t help you…just…let go of that thing and…» «NEHEHEHEVER! She won’t let her friend die! Shehehehehe…shehehehe will…HMPH!» her speech was cut short as the slime now completely engulfed her, the only thing still sticking out was her outstretched arm holding the water skin. Ja'Lana was laying there, naked, desperately holding her breath while the slime was having its way with her immobile body, as countless water tendrils were tickling her sides and enlarged belly, invisible fingers were scratching the soft pads under her paws and slippery tongues were making their way around her crotch, devilishly licking her rapidly swelling clit. «This is it» she thought «This is how her story ends…tickled to orgasm underwater…by a slime…what a stupid death…» as her consciousness faded, she could see Ana frantically pointing at the water skin, shouting something at her, Bea was crying and Cassie…Cassie tackled her arm making her lose her grip. She closed her eyes as the phylactery fell on the slime, she waited, expecting to fade away silently. Suddenly, air rushed in her lungs as the slime holding her exploded as soon as it came in contact with the water skin. «HACH! COUGH! Huff…what…what was that?» asked the confused Khajiit trying to get back on her feet «Did you do it? You said you wouldn’t help me…» Ana fluttered in front of her «No, we said we COULDN’T help you…we…we agree with you. The Mistress summoned us two hundred years ago to serve her and…well, she has been a bitch to us ever since. The slime exploded because she put a sort of safety on her phylactery. If any of the creatures she has summoned tries to touch it, they explode.» Bea took over «Even if you have that thing… » she paused as Ja'Lana shoved a hand between her legs, her belly inflating even more «…your friend won’t win. Sooner or later your bladder will give in, your makeshift seal will break and your friend will have to take the blunt of it once more.» Cassie sat on Ja'Lana’s shoulder «We know what the Mistress left at the college. It was a cruel thing to do but there is nothing you girls can do to stop her…it’s a pity, you looked so nice…» «What if…» Ja'Lana tried to get back up as another fit of pain ran trough her «…what if this one breaks the damned thing? If her seal breaks, Haylindel will feel everything…it…GODS…it should be the same for that whore…» the fairies looked at each other «Well…yes. But still, your friend is too weak now and the Mistress won’t lose any power if you do that, she will just kill you all and make a new one…and probably make new helpers too…» Ja'Lana painfully raised back up «Does the mistress…» she suppressed some giggles as she was now feeling the effect of the tickle bolts hitting Haylindel «…doehehes she have a plugghihihing sigil? The one thahahat…gods dammit whahahat is with mahahages and thihihckling?» she mustered all the strength she had «DOES SHE HAVE THAT THING THAT PREVENTS THE PISS FROM COMING OUT?» The sprites looked perplexed and started to mutter to each other «Did she put that on too?» asked Bea Ana looked at Cassie «Dunno, I think she did…did she forget? Didn’t you take a close look at her crotch and belly yesterday? When she was asleep on the armchair?» Cassie blushed «I did…i didn’t say anything because I thought she would get mad but…there is no such thing on her body…I…I even tried to tickle her bellybutton and a tiny spurt came out. It was blocked by other minor seals immediately after but…yeah, she doesn’t have that one. I actually know why…» Ja'Lana and the two sprites looked at Cassie confused «Well…she…i saw her…she likes to pee. She keeps the phylactery close to her, then she pees until her bladder is empty and then she puts it back in…it’s gross and weird but I think…i think she gets off on that…» Silence filled the room for a few seconds, up until Ja'Lana or better, Haylindel, was hit with the barrage of tickling bolts, causing the Khajiit to jump around the room, laughing like a maniac, as some drops started to escape her. There was no time left. She looked at the phylactery, still laughing, then back at the fairies «Thihihis one…this one has an idea so sthuhuahahapid…so stupid it might just wohohohrk!» She bared one of her claws and went for the glowing seal. Meanwhile, back to Haylindel and Malina Haylindel was still writhing on the floor, both hands clutched between her legs, while the Mistress was now paying full attention to the bound goblin in front of her «So, my little green slut, was there something bothering you?» Malina rapidly shook her head, as much as she wanted to talk back to her, to make her snarky remarks, she couldn’t. She had to muster all the strength she had left to tune out the sparks that were now focusing exclusively on her genital area. «You told me you were a domme, don’t tell me a mean girl like you can’t handle a few sparks on her coochie. Oh my…» she feigned surprise at the sight of the goblin’s erect clit «What’s this now? Why, it seems mr. clitty wants some attention. Good thing I invited mrs. hummers.» she pulled out a long purple gem from her pocket. One of the runes that spanned its entire length started to glow, causing the crystal to lightly hum and vibrate and Malina’s eyes to widen in fear. The Mistress playfully hovered the crystal over Malina’s nipple, causing it to stiffen, she traced all the way to her other nipple and circled it, then slid the crystal down her tiny body, being extra careful to circle around the goblin’s now bulging belly. Malina tried to close her legs but her bindings were too tight. She clenched her fists as the humming gem caressed her belly. She bit her lip when it approached her aching clit. She wanted to focus, to blot out those feelings but, despite all that, she wanted it. She wanted that orgasm, knowing full well what would happen afterwards. As the gem pressed on her mound, the Mistress touched the crystal’s second rune, giving the gem a pulsating effect «Mmmh…no…st…stop…» she tried to protest «What’s wrong dear?» the Mistress’ voice was eerily sweet and calming «Don’t you like this? Doesn’t it feel good?» she touched the third rune and the gem’s vibrations intensified. She then proceeded to insert the gem in Malina’s moist cavity «NO! MMMMMMMH…NOT LIKE THIS! Don’t make me cuaaaah...no! If I cum…if I… » «What happens if you cum?» her tormentor giggled «Is it going to be so much more difficult for you to hold it?» she began sliding the crystal in and out «Will a pesky orgasm make you lose control of your body?» Malina nodded in tears as the Mistress added a twisting motion to the gem «Then let the Mistress help you feel great. One. Last. Time.» she moved her thumb over to the last rune «Goodbye little slut. Have a nice last org…» She suddenly let go of the crystal that was then free to hum itself out of Malina’s body, the Mistress’ eyes shot wide open as sheer panic coursed trough her. She looked at Haylindel but she was still recovering from her fight, and yet, she could feel it. Her belly was churning. Her insides were being compressed like they were in a vise. Her bladder was spasming. «No! Who is…WHO IS DOING THIS?» she had to grab the torture rack to avoid falling on her knees «SHOW YOURSELF! I COMMAND YOUHUHUHU! WHAHAHAT? WHAT’S HAPPEHEHEHENIHIHIHIHNG?» Suddenly the door leading to the hallway was kicked open and out emerged a naked, bulging and utterly pissed off Khajiit that, to the Mistress’ horror, was holding the enchanted water skin, tickling its underside with her sharp claws. «Step. Away. From. Her. FRIEND!» Ja'Lana grabbed the phylactery with bot hands and twisted it. The hag’s bladder did the same as she collapsed on the ground, urine spurting out of her. «HOW? How are you doing this? You can’t be from the college! You can’t be a better mage than ME!» she managed to get back up, her legs still shaking «There…there is no way. You…you can’t have performed a counter ritual…you…» she finally managed to focus on the sigil on the water skin. She finally saw what had happened. She saw the arrows on that seal. Each one of them was now pointing in both directions «You…how did you know to do that? NOT EVEN MY MINIONS KNOW THAT!» Ja'Lana smirked as she squeezed and tickled the phylactery some more, causing the Mistress to roll on the floor again, her belly deflating even more «Oh it was just luck. This one just thought “if the seal sends the feelings in the direction of the arrows, maybe she can add more arrows”. And, wouldn’t you know it, IT WORKED! Now, STEP. ASIDE!» The Mistress rose to her feet once more, her hands sparking with magic «Don’t…don’t you dare do anything like that again! Now pass me that thing. SLOWLY! Or else I’ll kill the goblin slut. I’m serious! I will…» She moved her electrically charged hand where she remembered Malina’s body to be. Nothing was there. She slowly turned her head and was horrified to see the torture rack completely empty. «You know… » a chirpy voice chimed in from behind her «It’s like I always say. Never take your eyes away from a goblin if you care for your valuables, BITCH!» a powerful kick struck her behind her knee, forcing her to fall forward and onto the torture rack «OUCH! How…where…when…HOW?» she tried to cast a spell but an azure blur hit her hand with the strength of a bullet, slamming it down and locking her arm on the rack. Her other hand quickly followed suit. The fearsome Mistress was now immobilized, snarling at the three intruders and at the three traitors floating around Malina’s head. «YOU THREE! I should have sent you back to the depths of Oblivion! You fucking…GAAAAAHAHAHAHAH!» Ja'Lana interrupted her tirade by tickling the water skin with even more malice as the three water sprites giggled in unison. «You should have treated us better, that’s what you should have done!» commented Ana «Yeah, you summoned HELPERS not SLAVES!» echoed Bea «YEAH, FUCK YOU!» concluded Cassie. The Mistress realized quickly she was losing, she was immobilized and had already lost a few years worth of life thanks to that meddling cat. Trying to hide her panic she began to bargain «Now…let’s be reasonable…we…uh…started on the wrong foot…maybe we can just…forget this all? I’ll even help you get rid of that curse. I swear…what are you doing? WAIT!» the fairies nonchalantly began removing her boots and tearing her robes open with their claws. «W…wait…it doesn’t have to come to this…» Malina started cracking her knuckles, Haylindel created crackling sparks between her hands and Ja'Lana devilishly wiggled her tail closer and closer to the phylactery’s bottom «NO! You NEED me! If you kill me now you will NEVER remove that curse!» two small blue heads popped up from under her armpits while a third popped up between her breasts «That’s not true.» chirped Ana «Yeah, WE know how to do that too. We have been with you for two hundred years after all.» confirmed Bea «Girls… please! Allie, Baby, don’t let them do this to me!» Everything stopped, the fairies scowled at her. «What did you say? What did you call us?» «A…Allie and Baby?» «YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW OUR NAMES?! TWO HUNDRED YEARS AND YOU DON’T KNOW OUR FUCKING NAMES?» Cassie simply exploded «Of course I do…uh…Denise? Isn’t that your naHAHAHAHA! No! DON’T TIHIHIHIHCKLE MEHEHEHE!» Ana and Bea started tickling her hairy armpits while Cassie traced her little claws around her nipples. «Do you mind if I join in, girls?» Malina approached the bound feet wiggling her fingers. «WAIT! I MIND! I MIHIHIHIHIHIND! NOHOHOHO!» Ja'Lana smirked feigning ignorance «She wonders what will happen if her tail touches this water skin…» the Mistress’ laughter skyrocketed as the fluffy tail connected with her phylactery «NOT THE TAIL! NOT THERE! NOHOHOHOHO! STOP IHIHIHIT!» Her tormentors relentlessly tickled her for what seemed to be an eternity. Malina’s claws ravaged her soles, Ja'Lana kept adding pressure on her bladder, being very careful not to push her too far in order to prolong her long overdue suffering, finally, the three fairies were having their was on her upper body with Cassie eagerly jerking and licking her now fully erect nipples. Each passing moment she could feel more of her pee slipping away «I don’t know about you» taunted Malina «But I don’t think it’s only pee flowing from between her legs. Oh by the Gods! SHE IS BLUSHING! Do you like being tickled like this? Oh then you are going to LOVE this!» The tormented had braced herself between fits of laughter, fearing the worst to happen. But nothing happened. The fairies stopped tickling and teasing her, Ja'Lana stopped squeezing the phylactery and Malina… Malina was now standing on the table, her minute physique looming over the bound woman who was trying desperately to catch her breath and while keeping her bladder in check. «Huff…Huff…what…you…you stopped? Am I…am I free to go?» she looked at the goblin with begging eyes. Malina just smirked and pointed at something behind her. It was Haylindel slowly cupping her hands around the Mistress’ ears. Ja'Lana whistled to get her attention and, when the hag looked at her, she unplugged the water skin and emptied it on the ground, breaking the seal in the process. At the same time, the horrifying sound of rivers and running water invaded her ears as Haylindel finished casting her dreadful illusion spell. The Mistress shook her head, begging to be let go as she mustered all the willpower she had left to not wet herself right then and there. «PLEASE! DON’T DO THIS! I’M SORRY! I WON’T KILL ANYONE ANYMORE! I’LL JUST…» Malina covered her mouth with her big toe, cutting her off mid sentence. Then smiled and opened her hand to reveal a glimmering purple crystal. «NO! You WOULDN’T! YOU CAN’T!» The goblin turned her back to her, comfortably sat on her bulging belly causing another spurt to escape. «PLEASE! I’M BEGGING YOU!» «Oh what’s the matter?» Malina giggled «Is the bad bitch afraid of mrs. hummers?» she touched the fourth last rune «Let mommy help you feel great. One. Last. Time.» she shoved the vibrating crystal deep inside the aching pussy, making sure to press it against her bladder as much as possible and using her free hand to vehemently stroke her clit. At the same time, Ja'Lana started licking the bound feet with her raspy tongue while Ana, Bea and Cassie assaulted the Mistress’ bulging belly and Haylindel turned the sound of rivers into raging waterfalls. Her laughter filled the entirety of the ruins, causing some ice spikes to fall from the ceiling. «NOOOOO! NOT LIKE THIHIHIHIHIHS! HAHAHAHAHA! I CAHAHAHAN’T END LIKE THIHIHIHIS! I AM THE MISTREHEHEHEHESS! BWAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAhahah…ahahhhh…» her laughter died as her bladder gave out. What once was a white haired beautiful woman was now rapidly turning to dust, leaving only mrs. hummers happily vibrating in a pile of white ash. The three fairies scoffed at her remains and Cassie even spat on them «Good riddance!» she added kicking a small mound of dust «Never in my life I’ve met a c*nt like her!» Malina approached Cassie while at the same time sneakily pocketing mrs. hummers «Are you ok, Cass?» «Yeah, I’m fine…thanks.» she stifled a sob «you girls helped us big time. We won’t forget it.» «Don’t mention it. By the way, since you probably have nothing else to do now, why don’t you come with us?» The three sprites rejoiced at first then got sad again «We would love that…but…» muttered Ana «We need to help your friend first, we need to hurry! Quick!» Bea pointed at some materials in the lab «What’s the rush?» Malina was confused «What’s with you three all of a sudd…OUCH!» Haylindel inexplicably ripped a few strands of hair from the goblin’s head «WHAT WAS THAT FOR, HAY?!» «Shush, can’t talk. No time. Explain later.» The elf quickly grabbed the three fairies and held them together with the lock of goblin hair. Her eyes glowed white as she mumbled words incomprehensible to Ja'Lana and Malina. Shortly after she shouted «BIND!» and a warm light filled the room. Ana, Bea and Cassie looked at each other then cries of joy filled the ruins «You didn’t have to do that for us!» cried Ana «How can we thank you? This is too much!» echoed Bea «I LOVE YOU BIG SISTER ELF!» shouted Cassie. Malina cleared her throat «Ahem. Could someone please tell us mortals WHAT IN OBLIVION WAS THAT?» Cassie glomped the goblin’s cheek, laughing like crazy «IT MEANS WE CAN STAY! WE CAN COME WITH YOU!» Haylindel giggled «Let me explain. You see, with the Mistress dead, her spell would have started to fade away. ALL of her spells.» Malina gasped «You mean…» «Sadly, yes, if I hadn’t performed this spell quickly, the magic keeping these three alive would have disappeared. I…didn’t have time to explain…or to think this trough…so…congratulations Malina, you are the proud owner of three water sprites now…well…you can consider them assistants. The spell I used was more powerful and…took quite the toll on me.» she gestured at her belly, so inflated that looked like she was about to give birth to an elephant. «However, I bound them to this realm using you as an anchor.» Ja'Lana looked at Bea, confused «Could someone translate for the non mages?» «It means that now we can stay even if something happens to you girls…not that we would want that! We will make sure to protect you!» «That’s…all so nice to hear but…» Haylindel started to visibly cross her legs as the swirly sigil disappeared from both her and Ja'Lana’s bellies «I think that ALL of us need to take care of something rather…URGENT.» Cassie blushed «Oh…right, the lavatory is over th…» she couldn’t finish her sentence as Haylindel just let loose on the floor, crossing her eyes in pleasure as if she had never peed in her entire life. Shortly after a deep hissing noise could be heard from behind a barrel followed by a high pitched «AAAAAAH!». Ja'Lana was the only one left standing, biting her lip at the sight of the two girls relieving themselves. Her eyes twitched towards her goblin friend «M…Malinaaaa? Aren’t you FORGETTING SOMETHING?» a giggle could be heard from behind the barrel followed by «Unseal» the Khajiit rushed for the door Cassie was pointing at but, before she could take a single step she heard the dreaded «Reeeelease!» coming from behind the barrel. She cursed under her breath as her bladder emptied herself in the middle of the room. «You know she will make you pay for it, right?» muttered the angry cat cleaning herself with a piece of cloth. «Mh-hm» Malina nodded smugly «You also know that now she has more friends to help her doing that, right?» «Mh-hm…hhhmmm» Malina closed her eyes as she splashed some cool water on her genitals «You are looking forward to it, aren’t you?» «Fuck yes I’m looking forward to it.» Ja'Lana hugged her from behind «Don’t you ever make her worry like this again.» Malina kissed her cheek «I won’t.» They found some clean clothes for everyone then finally went to sleep in one of the empty rooms. The next morning they were woken up by their three new friends bringing in breakfast, after that Haylindel used the materials in the laboratory to begin her preparations. «How long will it take to get rid of that curse?» Malina approached her chewing on a piece of meat «I…» Haylindel’s eyes glowed again, her hands tracing symbols and runes on her belly. A bright flash engulfed the room and almost blinded the goblin «…I think I’m done. Well…done-ish. That fucking whore was lying, the curse can’t be lifted. Not completely at least.» Malina’s ears drooped down «You mean that after all this…you still can’t hear the “p word” without wetting yourself?» Haylindel sighed «Afraid so. However, I managed to unbind my magika from my bladder so, even if I piss myself…» the sound of liquid hitting the stone filled the room «I…should be fine…» she paused as a rush of pleasure pervaded her «not good…I’m afraid I’m starting to like this… I’m turning into a freak…but still, at least now I can fight without worrying about my bladder again.» She looked at Malina and Ja'Lana that had now entered the room «I must thank you girls, you provided all the services I paid for and more. So, as thanks, you can come and crash here whenever you like. Just the two of you tho, got it?» Ja'Lana finished munching on a fish «You are staying here? This one thought you would go back to Winterhold, aren’t all your friends still there?» The elf laughed hard «Sis’, fuck Winterhold and fuck my “friends”! You two have been more friendly to me in a week than those assholes have been in years. I’ll make myself at home, there are a lot of books and tomes here, maybe in a few months I’ll be able to completely nullify the effects of that ritual. In the meantime…» she hugged both of them «I’ll make a special room for you two for whenever you want “privacy”. I can imagine you can’t get a lot of that at your sanctuary.» Both of them awkwardly laughed «Oh we are not…this one...she isn’t even sure she…you know…» «Right, Ja'Lana is still a bit confused about all this…» Haylindel raised an eyebrow «Really? Oh…well I’m sorry…i just thought…that you…you know…were on the other side…with your name and everything…if that’s not the case may I ask why you are using a male name?» Ja'Lana spat out the wine she was drinking «A WHAT?!» Haylindel was even more confused now «Your name “Ja'Lana” has the prefix “Ja” and that is used by young-adult…Khajiit boys…I never said anything because I thought… the fact that you kept using “she” was confusing tho…» Ja'Lana fell on a chair, shocked. «All this time…she had…a male name? She must have looked so stupid! That’s why all those who hired her…they all looked at her in that weird way…» Malina approached her and put her hand on her shoulder «Lana…i don’t understand, didn’t your parents tell you about…names?» Ja'Lana ears dropped «She…never met them. She was but a kitten when her caravan was…she only had this wooden amulet they left to her…and it only said “Lana”. When she heard other khajiit being named they always had a prefix so…so she picked one that she felt was cool…» Malina hugged her tightly «Well, I don’t care about your name. Your name doesn’t define you! You aren’t a boy, you are a woman! A big strong kitty woman!» Ja'Lana couldn’t help but giggle and hugged Malina back «Yes, she is a strong kitten. She is the STRONGEST PUSSY AROUND!» the goblin laughed and suddenly felt tiny slimy hands on her hair. Ana, Bea and Cassie snuck behind them and joined their hug, quickly followed by Haylindel «Oh yeah.» commented Malina «Group hug. Happy ending.» they stayed like this for a few minutes, then Haylindel broke the silence «So…about that room…should we?» Malina and Ja'Lana answered in unison «Fuck yes.» They didn’t get much sleep in the following days, then they finally went back to report to Astrid. Little did they know, however, that their peace would soon be disrupted To be continued in: Ja'Lana and the vigilant of Stendarr
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    Hey that's my 1st video. Yesterday I drank 2 L of water and a protein shake after my workout. I was bursting so badly and my bladder was hurting like mad so I decided to record myself... We can see my bladder bulging out of my body:) Im usually really flat (that's why I posted the last pic so we can compare before/after) Hope you like
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  23. [Male] Holding my morning piss at the office by noon - small vid pt 3 Descriptions at live action omorashi and The Bulge Diary topics Description: over 2L inside me and 13hrs no piss.. I unbuttoned but had to button again ..gee 9.7/10 bursting always when u wanna kik me: bulgingbladder 26188F0F-82C0-435A-929E-5A125470B8A2.MOV 94C83E84-1A0E-4939-A66D-12DE65E19447.MOV
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