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  1. 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.
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  3. Okay so, since I am a huge Football fan, I thought about creating a holding challenge which is connected to a football game. So after gathering a little bit of ideas and encouragement, I finally decided to post it here. This is my first real post on here, all the others were in Live Action, so if this is bad, please tell me your ideas to make it better or if this post breaks any rules, please tell me and/or delete it Thanks Ps. I tried my best, but since English is not my first language, please tell me if things sound weird lol 0. So, the basic idea is to start 2 hours before the game starts, since a normale game takes around 4 hours, which would be a little to short. Empty your bladder one last time, because you wont be able to go till the game is over. 1. Do whatever you please until the game starts. Play video games, go on walk or shopping or watch Netflix or whatever. The only thing you need to do is drink 1 glass of water (0,3 liters) immediately after you went to the toilet and another glass one hour later. Nothing else 2. Basic Rules of drinking: - 1 Glass (reminder: 0,3 liters) of water at the beginning of every quater - 2 Glasses of water for every touchdown - 1 Glass of water for every fieldgoal - 1 Glass of water every interception and fumble 3. Basic rules of exercise: - Extra Point: Push on bladder HARD for 30 seconds - 2-Point conversion: Push on bladder medium strengh for 1 minute - Blocked Punt/Blocked Fieldgoal/Safety: No holding for one minute, stand up, legs wide apart, relax all muscels - Every timeout called: 10 jumping jacks/10 push ups/10 sit-ups (your choice) Now, you can do only those basic challenges, but since I know there are a lot of brutal people with iron bladders on here, here are some additional challenges to make it harder. 4. Extra rules: - Drink another glass of water every hour (if you are extreme every 30 minutes, your choice) - You can hold yourself all you want during first half, in the thrid quater you are not allowed to cross your legs. In the last quater you cant hold yourself at all besides jiggling - Every time there is a flag thrown, lay down on the floor, put a fist under your bladder, put your legs behind your back so your fist pushes directly into your bladder. Do that for 15 seconds every time As I saidd, this is my first challenge I ever created, so tell me if it is too Hard or too easy. Feel free to post down in the comments down here or dm me what your expierences were. I know its not NFL season, but we have the XFL right now sooo...
  4. Needing Neta Neta loved community nursing. and had been diligently doing the job for many years. Today was just another day at work as she finished her weetbix, drank her mug of tea, and headed out to her company car. She drove the short journey to her base community hospital and parked in her usual spot, only then noticing something unusual with one of her tyres. Once in the office Neta mentioned to a colleague whilst they had a quick cuppa before setting out on their rounds. Kane put his coat on and walked Neta to the car park with his coffee in hand. ‘Looks like a nail to me. You’d better call head office and see what they suggest. I’m guessing they’ll need that tyre changed pronto.’ ‘I’ll go phone then just now. They should be open now it’s gone 8:30. Thanks. Have a good shift!’ So Neta headed back inside and called head office who, as predicted, instructed Neta to take the car to the nearest branch of Speedy Repairs where they had a company account. They would reschedule someone else to do her visits meantime and once back on the road she could call back in and they’d let her know what clients to go to then. Keen to get back to work Neta drove the company car off to the nearest Speedy Repairs in the next town and walked to the counter. She explained about the nail and the company account and was told to sit and wait as the car was placed in a queue to be looked at. Neta sat in the busy waiting room, conscious her body was touching the people either side of her and promising herself (for the hundredth time) that she really must join that weight watchers group. She looked around the open room looking at the cars on every ramp and men in overalls changing tyres and exhausts as efficiently as she changed dressings and removed stitches. She wondered if something practical like this would be more suitable for her teenage son who wasn’t doing as well at school as she’d hoped he would. Half an hour passed and her company car still sat where she had parked it on arrival. She checked her work mobile phone and text Kane to let him know she was at the garage after all and hoped his shift wasn’t as boring as hers was. He didn’t reply but then she expected that as he was probably in someone’s house working. Neta read every poster in the waiting room as she people watched professionals on laptops working away, parents of young children struggling to entertain them, an older couple half dozing watching the small Tv in the corner and the doors on either side opening and closing non stop as workers in overalls answered phones and dealt with customers. Neta felt a niggle from her bladder as a woman in her thirties placed a cup under a water dispenser and filled it with cold water. The waiting room was so busy though that the thought of getting up to pee then having to stand for hours waiting without a seat didn’t appeal at all, so she ignored it and turned to see if her car was still were she left it. Sadly it was. The clock seemed to be stuck and time moving so slowly but finally by 9:55, over an hour after arriving, Neta heard the familiar sound of her car engine and turned to see a young man reversing her car into a free ramp area. Neta watched on as he called a colleague over and they chatted about her tyre and walked around her car. A minute later one of them entered the desk area and shouted out her car registration. Neta stood and made her way over to the desk, gravity pushing her heavy bladder down and making her realise she should pee pretty soon. ‘It’s definitely needing replaced mam. Your rear offside tyre is also below the recommended tread too so we recommend that’s replaced too.’ Neta subtly crossed her legs lightly as she took this news on board. ‘So do I inform head office or you? It’s been years since I’ve dealt with this and not sure how it works?’ ‘No worries mam. We’ll call your head office and as soon as we get approval we’ll get this sorted today for you. I’ll just call them now. If you just wait a moment in case they need any employee details from you that would be great.’ Neta wanted to say ‘could I just use the ladies first’ but somehow before she could even open her mouth the man was dialling the phone. Neta moved from one foot to the other, suddenly much more aware of a strong tingling and pressure between her upper thighs. She looked around for toilets as she heard the phone ringing at head office. They seemed to be taking forever to answer and Neta hoped they wouldn’t take long to agree the repair. For some strange reason her body had went from hardly being aware of her bladder to feeling it pounding for release very quickly. Finally the phone answered and Neta bounced every so slightly on her heels as she heard the type repair employee give details of her company car, the tyre sizes and prices and the reason for the repair. Neta’s mind was racing not just because she hated speaking to head office but because she had finally seen a small sign for customer toilets which had sent her bladder into overdrive wanting release. She crossed her legs again trying to hide the fact she would much prefer to be in the ladies than waiting to speak on the phone, but none the less remained professional when the receiver was passed over and she told the manager her employee details to confirm she had the authority to be using the company car. Neta handed the phone back to the staff member as he nodded his head after a brief conversation then hung up the phone. ‘Great. All agreed. Now let me just check if we have these tyres in stock mam.’ Neta hoped this wouldn’t take long. The sign for the toilets was taunting her now and she was rubbing her thighs together as discreetly as she could. Some clicks of a computer later and a sigh from the staff member and Neta was about to ask if she could ‘just nip to the loo for a minute’ when she suddenly lost her confidence as another car registration was called out and a man in a suit walked up to the desk standing right beside Neta. Thrown off track somewhat Neta took a moment to register what the staff member was saying to her when he apologised and said they had none of her tyres in stock but they would be delivered within the next hour if she would kindly wait. Neta sighed quietly but nodded and said ‘no problem’ before nervously walking away from the desk and heading in the direction of the bathrooms. Neta opened the first door to see a small corridor with three more doors marked ‘gents’, ‘ladies’ and ‘disabled.’ Away from anyone else she moved much more now, dancing with anticipation as she pulled the handle of the ladies to push it open. The door wouldn’t open. She tried again. And again. Bursting ,she tried the disabled toilet. It was locked too. Shaking she even tried the gents, but alas it was locked too. Neta grabbed herself and bent forward, hoping no-one would open the door to the corridor. She needed to ask for the keys and had to get composed before she did so. That was easier said than done with a full bladder though! She eventually pulled the door open and walked back to the desk where the gentleman who had been standing beside her earlier was now alone with a man in his twenties in an overall serving him. Neta bit her lip while she waited a step of two behind the man, lightly moving from foot to foot tightening her muscles to keep her bladder at bay. The employee was on the phone again, then on the computer and then talking with the customer. Neta couldn’t remain still and raised one leg behind her then lowered it then raised the other. She needed the key to the bathrooms urgently! Five minutes passes and Neta was sweating. She was jiggling her legs around and it was getting more and more obvious she had to pee. She took a deep breathe and interrupted the employee. ‘Excuse me. Sorry to interrupt, but is there a key I could have to the toilets please?’ Started, the employee broke from his conversation with the male customer and turned to a key box behind the counter where he seemed to search for a set of keys. ‘Are you sure they are not open mam? I’ll need to find the manager if they are still closed. They keys are not sitting here where they should be.’ Neta knew her face was red but despite the embarrassment she felt the pressure in her bladder was screaming at her more and she wanted to scream. Instead she calmly replied: ‘They are definitely locked. I can see you are busy but if you could get the keys I would really appreciate it. Thanks.’ What Neta didn’t expect was the reaction of the male customer in front who hadn’t appreciated being interrupted. ‘With all due respect madam, I have been waiting over an hour to be served already and I have urgent meetings to attend. Please wait your turn like everyone else. Do you think because you work in public service that that entitled you to preferential service? It’s my taxes paying you so just want until I am finished ok!’ Neta wanted to yell back in his face but not only was he taller than she was by quite some way and clearly angry but she had interrupted his conversation and she already had a major internal battle of her own taking up all her energy too. She stepped back, bending forwards slightly and looked away, struggling to remain composed and in control. She just wanted to use the bathroom and only needed a key. She muttered in frustration ‘I just really need a pee.’ Her frustrated mutter once again caught the attention of the businessman in front who continued his transaction paying for his service and as he waited for his receipt he turned and looked down at Neta as she stood crosses legged and biting her lips: ‘I don’t really care if you need the toilet or not. You wait your turn like everyone else.’ Then he turned and walked to his car and drove off leaving a waiting room full of people looking in Neta’s direction, all now very aware of her struggle. Neta wanted the floor to swallow her up. The company employee looked a little embarrassed himself and quietly apologised before saying quietly ‘I’ll go see if I can find those keys for you. Sorry to have kept you waiting.’ Neta tried waiting at the desk, her hand leaning on it as her leg tapped rhythmically. But when another urge hit hard she found herself really struggling as she moaned and giggled in desperation. ‘God this is ridiculous. They supply coffee and water and tea but don’t even unlock the bloody toilets. I’ve been here well over an hour now. Come on!’ Through the doors Neta watched as the young man who had just spoken to her was speaking to someone else. He seemed to check his pockets then pointed to another man again. Meanwhile all eyes were on Neta in her navy nurses uniform and flat black shoes, an older, overweight woman acting like a young child because she really needed to use the restroom. Neta gripped the counter and tightened every muscle as another urge hit. ‘There was bursting and then there was bursting’, she thought. Today she was definitely BURSTING! Finally the young man came back with a set of keys and Neta walked briskly behind him as she headed to the corridor with the toilets in. ‘So sorry about this man. Dave usually unlocks these first thing but he must have got distracted this morning. I don’t usually do this so hopefully I can work out which key is which.’ Now in the corridor away from praying eyes (apart from the young male employee who was looking at the keys and facing the door to the ladies) Neta marched on the spot as she leaned back against the wall and grabbed herself between the legs. ‘Sorry for interrupting you earlier. I’ve been here ages and waiting until I was bursting then the doors were locked and oh God I so need to pee it’s not even funny. This is so embarrassing!’ Neta watched in frustration as the first key went in but didn’t turn. She bent forward and held herself tighter willing herself to hold another minute longer. ‘Oh my God I’m nearly pissing myself here! This is just so embarrassing.’ ‘I’m so sorry mam. I’m going as quick as I can.’ A second key went into the lock and this time it turned. As the door opened Neta ran in pushing last the employee dropping her handbag at his feet which prevented him closing the door. Neta grabbed at her navy nurses skirt, scrunching it up quickly and pulling at her underwear and flesh tights as pushed open the first cubicle with her bum and squatted hovering over the pan, the cubicle door wide open as light yellow liquid squirted with force out of between Neta’s legs into her pants and tights before Neta could fully pull them down enough. With the key still in the door and Neta’s hand bag on the floor right in front of him the young employee found himself gapping mouthed as he stood frozen to the spot, his hand on the key waiting to pull it out and his feet weighted by Neta’s bag, as a large beautiful lady peed an ocean right in front of his eyes. As Neta continued peeing hard and fast she yanked at her tights and knickers to pull them finally away and as her eyes raised she drew eyes with the employee who stood right in front of her just feet away gaping in shock at what he was seeing. ‘I....I couldn’t wait. So....sorry’ Embarrassed by his own reaction the young man finally turned away, pulling the key out the lock and bend down to pick up Neta’s bag from his feet whilst the splashing of Neta’s long pee echoed throughout the room. Without realising what he was doing the man took a step back and allowed the door to close to give Neta privacy before suddenly realising he was stood there in the ladies instead of outside in the corridor! ‘Oh madam! I am so sorry about this. I’ll just go right now. I...em....I forgot the door shut this way..and er....’ Neta laughed as urine still poured out her at force, splashing loudly in the toilet. ‘It’s ok. You couldn’t check on the other cubicle could you? There isn’t any toilet paper left in this one and I’m going to need some in a second. Thanks!’ Trying his best not to look at her, yet utterly transfixed at the same time, the young employee pushed open the adjacent cubicle and pulled out a handful of toilet paper, amazed at how little was in that cubicle too. He handed it to Neta, who was still stood hovered over the toilet, her wet pants and tights glistening with pee and drips still falling from between her legs. Assuming she was finally finished the young man walked out the cubicle and pushed the door over as another loud bush could be heard again. ‘God I needed that soooo much. What a relief!’ The man slid Neta’s handbag with his feet over towards the sink then slipped out of the ladies and headed back to the front desk unlocking the gents and disabled toilets on his way. He needed to concentrate on work because his heart was racing and his own work overalls felt incredibly tight somehow in his own crotch area especially. As he headed to the desk a driver arrived for him to sign a delivery. He signed and walked out to the van and unloaded the tyres and exhaust parts smiling as he did. The next he saw Neta was when he called her car registration some half hour or so later to say her new types had been fitted and she was good to go. There was something about the way she looked at him and the spark in her eye as he handed her her keys. His heart was still pounding and another part of him was too. As soon As Neta left he watched as she drove away before slipping to the bathroom himself. He’d held off for half an hour but if he didn’t get relief now he was afraid he might burst in his boiler suit. He needed to use a cubicle for once and that just heightened his memory from earlier too.
  5. Kneading Knight Knight woke early as was his usual routine. Starting work at 5:30am in the supermarket bakery he had little choice but to. However today he needed a little extra time to get ready. Having been through a thorough and rigorous interview stage Knight had been chosen to represent the company on their social media accounts in adverts for their own make of fresh bread. Knight was excited. He walked the mile to work in the dark and cold, clocked in and changed into his bakery gear. The film crew were already setting up and Knight was fitted with a microphone and extra lights were set up. Knight was to be filmed as if it was a typical shift as he made bread of all different types and prepared them for sale. Knight had been chosen for his character, his baking ability, his outstanding cleanliness and his physique. Dark skinned, lean, with jet black silky hair he was lovely to look at as well as being great at baking. At just 25 he also had the youth appeal that the company strived for on social media. Knight washed his hands and took a drink of water as the heat from the extra lighting made him warm already. He’d already had a large cup of coffee before leaving home with his breakfast. He prepared the water and yeast beating it until it bubbled and placed some flour on the work surface which was spotlessly clean. ‘Stop. Let’s take some still pictures before you go on Knight. This is so perfect and will really promote the image we want. Just pause and stay exactly as you are.’ Knight paused, bemused at the sudden interest in all things bread but excited at the prospect of being on show. ‘Right, as you were again’ Knight stopped to drink some more water. He’d never felt so warm in the open plan kitchen as he was today. He proceeded to pour more flour onto the surface of the worktop in ten identical circular piles. It was standard to make ten loaves at once followed immediately by ten others until the correct amount was ready for sale before cleaning up and starting on the next type of bread. With ten piles of flour all in circles neatly Knight checked each one before having another beat of the large mixture of yeast and water. It was while beating the water mixture that Knight felt his first twinge. He ignored it and walked to the first batch of flour, pouring an exact amount of mixture and mixing with a fork until it formed a slightly sticky dough. He placed the fork in the sink and began kneading. Another twinge. He was too busy for such things right now but this one lingered a little longer and Knight moved from foot to foot briefly whilst kneading. Each loaf took ten minutes to knead and with nine more still to do Knight quickly calculated that he had 90 minutes before he could use the bathroom as the bread needed to be ready for 9am for the morning rush. Thankfully a colleague was already nearby working on the other products like pancakes, morning rolls, cakes and hot cross buns. With the oven already on and the extra lighting Knight was beginning to sweat. He placed the first kneaded dough in the fridge to settle and moved into the next. Pouring more water and yeast mixture set off Knight’s bladder again and another twinge hit. ‘You ok to film this Knight? This is great stuff mate. Keep it up.’ Knight smiled and before beginning kneading the second dough he drank some more water. He kneaded the dough moving a little more than he did with the first one. Inwardly he cursed his bladder for filling so fast as finally the second dough was ready to be put in the fridge. Once again Knight washed his hands, the running water aggravating his growing need to pee. By the fifth dough Knight was really aware that he could do with a toilet break. However, not only was he being filmed but he had a time limit on the task which needed complete. The ovens were already on to warm and Knight had to get the bread in to bake soon. He kneaded at the bread imagining he was kneading somewhere altogether more personal as his legs moved behind the worktop and his toes curled trying to hold back his bladder. ‘Fantastic stuff. Knight you are outstanding at kneading, my man. You do it with such passion and intensity like your life depends on it. Absolutely brilliant! Keep it up.’ Knight WAS needing like his life depended on it as his bladder filled more and more and his penis ached to be pressed or squeezed or even better whipped out of its enclosure in his clothes and free to explode. Another hand wash and this time Knight was really struggling to remain composed. He was jiggling his legs as the warm running water over his hands send strong urges from his bladder for release. Still he had kneading to complete. He dried his hands and poured the water and yeast mixture onto the sixth lot of flour. Leaning on the worktop Knight squeezed his upper legs together and leaned forward. He’d never had to go as much in a shift as he did now, but then again he always went right before his shift started and with all the preparation for filming he had completely forgotten this morning. Now he was definitely regretting that. Knight kneaded with his teeth clenched and sweat on his forehead. He pressed the dough against the worktop with both hands and rubbed, squeezed and massaged it in every direction as he rubbed his own crotch as discreetly as possible against the worktop out of sight. ‘You’re a master at this. It’s like you knead with every single part of your body. It’s incredible to watch. The way you move, almost dance as you knead that dough...sublime mate. This will be world class I can feel it. It’ll go viral!’ Knight had almost forgotten about the cameras as his own bodily needs intensified continually. He was bursting for release now, barely able to stand still, sweating and very uncomfortable and rather nervous he might not be able to hold off until all the bread was in the oven. But he had to. He just HAD to somehow hold. Knight wanted to scream as he washed his hands yet again. He bent one leg behind him and muttered ‘oh God’ to himself. This was something else. He longed to run to the loo and relax but that wasn’t an option. Neither was pissing himself though, and as he dried his hands on the towel he couldn’t stop himself having a quick grab at his throbbing penis which was now half erect and moving now and again of it’s own doing as it tried in vain not to release. Three more doughs. Just half an hour or so to go. Knight bit his lip and poured the water and yeast mixture into the pre arranged flour. He hopped on one leg as he did so almost losing his balance. ‘Knight you ok?’ ‘Em...do you need to keep filming still? I’m almost finished then these go in the oven. It’s the exact same as I have done so far if you feel you have enough?’ Knight longed for the cameras to be shut off. He was so close to wetting himself and feared this might end up on film. He couldn’t stand still at all now moving around with his legs non stop as he wiggled and squirmed as he kneaded dough number 7. ‘What do you think Stu? You got enough of the kneading yet?’ ‘Absolutely not! I could watch this stuff forever. It’s captivating, drawing, almost addictive..and it’s got a strange sort of sexual feel about it somehow too. I actually had no idea this would be so...entertaining? It’s like the longer he does this the more...intense...gratifying even it gets. I’m going to keep going right to the end Knight. You are going to have fans all over the place with this stuff. I guarantee you that!’ ‘Well Stu knows his stuff Knight so you just keep on with whatever you are doing. It’s obviously exactly what everyone wants.’ Knight wanted to cry. In fact his eyes filled with tears regardless as his whole body fought to keep his bladder at bay. How could people actually enjoy watching anyone kneading he wasn’t sure but he absolutely needed very badly to use the toilet and he was certain if he didn’t go soon his body would just go regardless. Just two doughs now. He could do this. He tensed his entire body as he washed his hands quickly. Filming or not he had to do whatever it took now to prevent an accident. He poured the penultimate mixture onto the flour and began forking it together. A sudden and very strong urge hit and Knight pressed the dough hard against the worktop with both hands as if pressing his own dick. He pulled at the dough and pressed right again working the dough between his hands exactly as he longed to work his own testicles and penis, all the time his crotch pressing against the worktop and circling and pounding as if he was with his wife, his penis getting more erect and longing as he did so. Losing himself in the moment as another strong urge pounded Knight bent forward and leaned heavily on the counter as he tensed his whole lower body in an attempt to keep his piss inside. Knight moaned softly as his hands continued kneading the dough while his lower body pulsated in urgency. ‘It’s like you are in a whole different universe Knight. Like you have transported yourself somewhere and every fibre in your body feels and responds to your kneading. It’s making my hairs stand up it’s so good. What’s your secret?’ ‘Mmm. Grrr. Ahhh’ ‘See what I mean Alex. We absolutely couldn’t have missed this. He just gets better and better the longer he’s kneading! Are you watching this?’ Knight put the ninth dough in the fridge and washed his hands, this time aware his body was starting to really struggle as a few drips leaked out his aching anatomy between his legs. Thank goodness for his underwear, work trousers and bakery apron which between then should conceal the urine that he had felt leak out the tip of his manhood. But Knight was determined. One last dough and then he could run off to the lavatory before filling the ovens. Ten more minutes. Knight raced over to the final dough clumsily pressing his thighs tight together. He curled his toes, tightened his muscles and bounced on the heel of his feet as he twisted his body and screamed at it internally to hold on just a bit longer. He could hardly look as he poured the last of the water and yeast mix onto the flour and forked it together. Twisting his legs, bouncing up and down and swaying from side to side he placed the fork aside and put the sticky dough in his hands as the cameras continued to roll. Knight rolled it into a loose sausage shape then caressed the dough up and down then holding it in one hand he let the dough relax and flop and land on the table loosely as his own anatomy of the same shape shook inside his underwear ready to explode with warm urine. Knight pressed his thighs against the worktop in a last ditch attempt to stop himself pissing ferociously. His heart was beating fast, his forehead swearing, his mouth clenched and even his buttocks tensed while his hands worked the dough from hand to hand despite his hands sweating intensely. Knight moaned softly as he massaged the dough for the final time. Suddenly he went stiff and slipped a hand under the work top to grab between his leg. As he did so he could feel a spurt pushing out of his dick despite every ounce of his concentration trying to prevent it. He dropped the dough in a dish and hobbled to the fridge, quickly placing it there then rushing off without even saying t8 the crew where he was going. Off camera Knight grabbed himself openly bending forwards as he pushed the double doors with his head and aimed for the nearest bathroom. He’d never in his life had to piss so bloody badly and he wasn’t sure he’d even make it. Knight pushed the toilet door open with tears in his eyes and an aching bladder that pushed against the tied apron around him. Knight had no time to lock the door as he pulled the apron aside, unzipped his trousers fly, fished out his damp and weary dick from his boxers and held it over the toilet. Immediately a rush of warm fast urine soared out of him splashing loudly and foaming in the toilet beneath him. Knight pissed then pissed some more. He couldn’t stop even if he tried as a lone tear dropped down his dark face wetting his sweaty back hair as it did so. ‘Good God Almighty that was close!’ Flushing and tucking himself back in Knight could feel his underwear very damp and warm but his trousers only showed a small amount of wetness covered well by his apron. He washed his hands again and headed back to fill the ovens. The crew filmed some bread rising, being sliced and package and even being picked from the shelves. A week later the short film was released across the whole social media company network. Within days, as predicted it went viral. Knight was even invited onto day time TV where the talking point was his unique and sexy way of kneading. Knight was too embarrassed to admit what his secret was or why he moved the way he did when being filmed. One night days later in the comfort of his own home he browsed Facebook and saw a clip with the title ‘supermarket baker desperate to piss whilst kneading bread’. It was liked 71.3 million times and shared worldwide. Knight read the comments laughing ‘we’ve all been there!’ ‘He looks pretty bursting to me!’ ‘Wonder if he made it?’ Knight thought about replying but he needed to do something first. He was rocking on the couch about to piss himself having had one too many beers but wanted to watch himself first before he went. Thank goodness the advert was just a few minutes long. He didn’t think he’d last otherwise!
  6. So as I mentioned in my last story, I have been into desperation for as long as I care to remember. Both male and female. I have not though witnessed very much in my life. Like all of us desperation fans I wish I could see more but it's obviously not something that happens a lot. True desperation to me is almost overwhelmingly exciting so when it does come around I consider myself very very lucky. My parter and I have been together for coming up to seven years. When I say she is beautiful I'm not saying it as she's beautiful to me, I mean she is beautiful to everyone. I am, and will always be baffled as to how I managed to snag such a beautiful, kind person. She has long brown hair and a body she has worked long and hard on. I won't waist your or my time describing her, my Jess looks and sounds exactly like you want her too but know this, she is shy and lovely and on this particular day she was wearing a red long sleeve top and jeans. We had been together for 6 years at the time and were well into planning our future. At this stage though we were having too much fun to rush into marriage and children and debt. I had come to know her family very well. I liked them more and more with every meeting. The only member that scared me though was Jess's sister Melanie. Mel, it would seem had had a pretty hard life. She'd had a baby to a loser at 16 and struggle to pay the rent when he disappeared leaving her to raise young Matt on her own. She did though and 14 years later met a man, Cameron who also had a teenage son, Chris who was 13. Anyway they decided to get married, so they did. They went on a honeymoon to Vietnam for a week and Jess and I (we had been living together for 3 weeks) looked after the young boys Matt and Chris. As a special bonus for Melanie and Cameron though we decided to take the boys on a holiday of their own the day Mel and Cam got back from their honeymoon. We took them to Queensland for a week, going to all the theme parks and spending much of our time on the beach. Matt and Chris were both really good kids and the fact that both Jess and I weren't their parents trying to boss them around made for a really good week away. I new Chris was infatuated with Jess but honestly I couldn't blame him. We spent our last morning in Queensland having breakfast in the hotel we'd stayed at for the week. We had already checked out of our rooms earlier on and were ready to go by 11am. Time to spare as our flight back to Melbourne was not until 1245. We all finished our breakfast and juices, Jess grabbed a take away coffee for herself and we headed to the hire car to drive to the air port. We piled in, luggage and all and drove the 15 or so mins to the air port. It should have been 15 or so minutes but it was not. It was hell from the get go. We didn't really know our way around Queensland and were kind of relying on the GPS to get us to where we needed to go. Jess had set it for the airport and we thought thats where it was taking us but soon realized that it was taking us to a hire car place around 20 mins out of our way. We drove there, realized what we'd done then headed back for the airport. It was now 1130 and Jess was getting pretty worried about making it to the airport on time. When we finally got the GPS to work it said we were 30 mins from the airport. Then it froze and no amount of technical tapping would get it to work again. We drove in the direction we thought was the right one and stopped at the nearest service stations we could to get directions. 'I might just stop into the loo while your getting directions' said Jess. 'Me too' said Matt 'Might as well too' said Chris. We all started to walk towards the service station when Jess’s phone rang. 'It's Mel' she said turning away and answering the phone. Mel was going to pick us up from the air port so it was a call that needed to be taken. Myself and the boys went to the toilet and then I spoke to the guy behind the counter who said that the easiest way was to jump on the freeway and follow the signs. I walked out of the service station just as Jess was hanging up the phone. 'The guy said take the free way. About 35 mins from here. I think we're going to miss our check in' The boys were waiting in the car and I jumped into the drivers seat and started the engine. I didn't mean to ignore the fact that Jess hadn't been to the bathroom at the service station but it just happened that way. She got into the passenger seat and buckled up and we were on our way. 'So we have to return the car and get the deposit back. I'll do that and you check in our luggage. Hopefully if all goes to plan we will still make the check in and have some time to sit back and relax' I looked over too her and smiled. She was ever the optimist. Kind hearted to a fault and always looking on the bright side. She grabbed her coffee from the cup holders and took a big drink. I caught her eye. 'What' she said 'Positive thinking. I've read the secret and I think their onto something' I smiled and shook my head. We were on the freeway and the signs were indeed pointing the way. It wasn't until we were about ten minutes away from the airport that something occurred to me. 'Oh god' I said 'Did you get a chance to go to the toilets back at the service station' She put her coffee back in the cup holders. I wondered how much was left in it but by the looks of it it was pretty close to empty. 'No, I was talking to Mel the whole time. It's fine. But I will go at the airport before we get on the plane' 'Sorry about that' I said 'I didn't even think' 'That fine, who can think when we're this pressed for time' 'Are we going to miss our plane' came Matts voice from the back. I looked at the time on the dashboard. Just on twelve. 'Possibly' I said looking over to Jess who raised her eyebrows. She picked up her coffee and appeared to finish it off. I got the feeling she was nervously drinking. She'd just polished off a large coffee in no time. 'We are going to be cutting it fine aren't we' asked Jess. 'The wrong side of fine I think, but we'll see. If all goes to plan we'll make it' We got to the airport at 1220. 25 mins to return the car, check in our luggage and make it to the gate. We pulled up to the hire car joint. 'Ok' I said to Jess 'You take care of the car, we'll meet you at the check in. Boys you're with me'. We grabbed the luggage and headed for the luggage check in. We found the check in isle and hopped in line. I was talking to Matt about how my old man probably had the same haircut as he did when he was younger, back when it was cool, when Jess came up behind us. 'All good?' I said 'All taken care of' she lent in close and whispered to me 'I need a wee' I looked at her and then to the line ahead. We were almost at the front. 'Can you hold it till the plane'. In hindsight I should have whispered it back. 'Hold what till the plane' asked Chris. 'Nothing honey' said Jess. She looked back to me and whispered into my ear once again 'If you see one let me know. That coffee moved really fast' she put her hand on her bladder as if to show me where it had moved too. I wasn't surprised. She'd had a coffee in the room before we left, a large freshly squeezed juice at breakfast and a large coffee to go as we were leaving for the air port. She was shifting her weight ever so slightly as we were called up to book in our luggage. As the lady handed us our tickets she said 'There you go guys, gate eleven but you'll really have to hurry. That flights almost finished boarding'. We headed for our gate as fast as we could. 'Looks like you'll have to wait till the plane' I said to her. She smiled and rolled her eyes and did a sort of curtsy as she walked. 'Are you ok auntie Jess?' said Chris. 'Fine, yeah' said Jess smiling and giving him a playful push forward. 'Lets hurry though' We made it to our gate and were quickly ushered on the plane and to our seats. It appeared we were the last to board. Jess, Matt and I were on the window, Matt taking the window seat and me taking the isle. Chris was on the isle in the center next to me. Almost as soon as we were sitting down the plane pulled away and began to taxi. I noticed Jess was bouncing ever so slightly in her seat. Barely noticeable to even myself. To anyone else nothing would have been a miss but as I've said before, I know her well. She does not bounce. She lent over to me and said 'I need a wee' again 'I know' I said back to her 'Sorry we were so rushed but we'll be in the air soon and you'll be able to go' That of course was a completely fitting thing to say. I knew she was pretty desperate, she wouldn't have said anything otherwise. In the 6 years I'd know her she'd only admitted to me that she needed the toilet on about 3 or 4 occasions. That being said it wasn't incredibly exciting because she was almost definitely ten minutes away from being able to pee. Ten minutes of desperation is great but nothing to right home about. The plane taxied for about 5 minutes and then sped up and left the ground. We were up in the air for about 10 mins, all the while Jess was watching the seatbelt sign feverishly but it was still illuminated. 'Not long now' I said to her giving her a playful shove. 'Better not be' she said Ten more minutes passed and still the fasten seat belts light was on. Jess had her legs crossed, something that definitely didn't seem all that natural. She did seem fairly composed though. Not bouncing of shifting her weight. Just crossing her legs. 'Any second now' I said. This time she didn't say anything but instead scrunch up her eyebrows and upturned her mouth, if you know what I mean. We had been on the plane for half an hour. Matt was happily watching a documentary about the JFK assassination, which I thought was cool but weird. Chris was leaning over towards me talking about wrestling or something and Jess was sitting beside me, legs still tightly crossed. 'Why aren't the lights off yet' she said to me, appearing to stretch. I knew though that it was something else. 'I don't know' I said honestly 'I haven't even seen a flight attendant since we sat down' She once again lent in close and whispered 'I really have to pee'. A moment later the captain made an announcement. 'Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. This is your pilot speaking. Welcome to flight 567 from the Gold Coast to Melbourne. Apologies for the inconvenience but we are expecting some turbulence within the next half an hour or so. Due to this we have had to delay all mid flight catering until we are safely through the turbulence. The seatbelt signs will remain on and we ask that you keep your seat belt fasten and remain in your seats until the seatbelt sign is turned off. We are scheduled to land at Melbourne Airport at 1500 hours or 3pm where the weather is stormy with a high of 26 dropping down to 14 overnight. Sit back and enjoy our on flight entertainment and we will do our best to get some catering around to you just as soon as we can. On behalf of myself my co-pilot and the cabin crew, We hope you enjoy your flight' I was instantly taken back to our train trip from 5 years back. I looked over to Jess who despite the obvious bad news, seemed to be quite calm. 'Ehhhgg. The worlds against me being comfortable today' she said it to me but Chris on my right obviously heard. 'Are you ok auntie Jess. Do you still need to pee' 'I'm fine, just need to stretch my legs' she was blushing. I could tell that Chris wasn't convinced. I knew he had a big crush on Jess. She wasn’t a blood relation so I guess I couldn't blame him. I started to wonder if maybe Chris’s attraction to Jess transcended into my fetish. I don't know why I thought it but I did. I didn't have long to think about it as the promised turbulence hit. It didn't hit hard but it did hit. Once more I turned to Jess. 'How are you doing beautiful' I said putting my hand on her thigh. 'Fine' she said 'You know when you think your close to being able to go, makes you need to go a little worse. I'm fine now. Just looking forward to being able to stand' A while later and still the seat belt sign shine bright. Jess was moving around a little to my left. Both the kids had their earphones in and were happily watching the screens in the back of the seats. 'Are you desperate' I said, a little more confident than usual. 'Getting there' she said rubbing her hands together in her lap. Then she said it again with more emphasis 'Getting there fast' I didn't want to pass up this opportunity to talk about her need as I wasn't sure if I would ever see her in this situation again. She had mentioned her need around two hours ago. The fact that she mentioned it to me meant it was at least a pressing need, otherwise she'd have said nothing. An hour ago she had lent in and said 'I need a wee'. That was a bit different from saying ‘I might pop into the loo’. It meant that she was desperate. It meant that she had to physically hold on. That was an hour ago. That meant that she had been desperate to pee for at least an hour. I didn't know how to proceed so I just said 'Are you going to be ok' 'I will when they let us up' 'And what if they don't'. I wasn’t sure if I was pressing to hard but it turned out I wasn't. I also didn't really think they would keep us in our seats for the whole 2 hour flight. The though seemed absurd somehow. 'I don't even want to think about that' she whispered cutely 'Just gotta pee. They surely won't keep the sign on the whole way back will they. The turbulence isn't even that bad' She had crossed her legs once more and was definitely starting to look a little more desperate. I felt for her a bit. The toilet was only like twenty steps behind us. It must have been pretty frustrating knowing she was so close to relief, but like a school girl had been told to stay in her seat until the bell rang. 'I can't be the only one who needs to go. I may need to go the worst but surely there are others who were counting on going to the bathrooms on the plane'. 'You have to go the worst' I whispered back to her with concern. 'I'd hate to think that anyone might need to go more. Especially some nice old lady' I didn't want to push things any further. I now knew that she was desperate. Her words coupled with her minor fidgeting would no doubt make for an interesting couple of minutes I hoped. As I said, the turbulence really wasn't that bad. I was sure that any second they were going to switch of the seatbelt sign and Jess would finally be able to pee. But they didn't. No announcement, no flight attendance no nothing. Jess was not being overly open about her need but every now and then she would look at me with a look that simply said 'I have to pee'. Matt finished his movie and took out his earplugs. Jess did her best to stop her fidgeting as we began to talk about the fun we'd had on our holiday. Jess though was definitely finding it hard to join in on the conversation. 'Are you ok, is something wrong' asked Matt giving Jess a strange look 'She has to pee' said Chris from beside me 'But they won't let us get up' I hadn't even noticed he wasn't watching his movie anymore. 'Why don't you just go anyway' The question hung in the air but that's all it did. I changed the subject as quick as I could. I knew Jess would be very uncomfortable with the current conversation. 'So what did your sister have to say' 'Oh yeah. She didn't know where she was going to pick us up from. I have to call her when we get off the plane. She said she would work something out' For the next half an hour Jess fidgeted and moved fairly regularly. Every now and then saying 'come on' to the seatbelt sign. The turbulence was fairly bad but I didn't even notice. I was to busy enjoying being stuck next to Jess as her need slowly turned from being well concealed to becoming fairly noticeable. Still no announcement and still no flight attendant. It was odd but I was enjoying every second. I don't think I was the only one. Chris to my right was leaning across the isle watching Jess like a hawk. It had been an hour and three quarters since we took off. I knew we would be descending soon and I said as much. 'Looks like you'll have to hold it till we get to the airport' Jess let out a sigh of resignation. 'This is crap' she said then lent forward and pressed her head upon the seat in front of her. About 10 mins later there was a ding sound. The sound that usually signifies that the seat belt sign has been turned off. My heart sank a little but I had enjoyed her desperation very much. 'Oh thank god' said Jess reaching for her seat belt. 'The lights not off auntie Jess' said Chris. He was right and I knew we had started our decent. Jess froze beside me. 'What the hell' she whispered to herself in frustration. Then music to my ears. 'Ladies and gentlemen we have started our descent into Melbourne airport. We apologies for the cancelation of your in flight refreshments but due to the rough conditions we were unable to prepare them for you. The seatbelt signs are once again on and we ask that you make sure all carry on luggage is stored safely away as we brace for landing. Once again we thank you for flying with us and we hope you choose us on your next time in the air' Someone up ahead shouted 'Not a chance' which produced a healthy bout of laughter. 'Sorry honey' I said to Jess. ‘We'll get to a toilet at the airport' She winced ' He said once again on. Did they forget to turn them off' She began to fidget once more, not much but she was definitely wearing a worried look on her face. She crossed her legs and bounced the top leg rhythmically, Then uncrossed them again. We didn't descend for long before we could see land below. Ten mins later of the same mild seated desperate pee dance from Jess and we had landed. We grabbed our luggage, preparing to be off quickly but it didn't happen that way. Because of where we were seated we had to wait a fare while to make our way off. Jess was standing the whole time. She was pacing a bit on the spot but I knew she was struggling to not do a full on pee dance. We finally made it off the plane and into the airport proper. 'Ok' started jess ' You guys go get the luggage, I'm going to find the toilet' She tossed her carry on to me and made to leave when her phone rang. 'Pretty sure you're supposed to have them turned off on the plane' said Matt pulling his own out and switching it back on. Jess rolled her eyes and answered the phone. 'Mel' she said into the phone. She was dancing around subtly with her free hand balled up at her side. 'Ok, we have to get our luggage but call me when you're about a minute away from passing....ok...I'll see you soon. 'Whats happening' I asked 'I'll tell you in a second. I'm seriously about to pee myself' she said and walked off in the direction of the toilets. 'We'll meet you at the luggage train' I called after her. I stood there fairly stunned. I guess the fact that she was only a couple of minutes from being in a toilet had wiped her shyness away. I would have put money in the fact that she would never say that in front of the boys. I'd have lost apparently. I assumed that was it I really did and I was ok with that. I was glad she was going to be more comfortable and I had definitely enjoyed the plane trip and yeah, she was on her way to the toilet so this particular episode was done and dusted. Thats what I thought at least. I was very very wrong. End Part 1
  7. 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.
  8. Hope it’s ok to share this. I was so busy working this morning I put of going to the loo. By the time I ran there I was so desperate but I tried to keep holding on the toilet but unfortunately I eventually wet right through my underwear! I honestly couldn’t have held it back a second longer! https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/bbw-on-toilet-desperate-to-pee-and-peeing-my-knickers-41637811
  9. Jittery Jill Jill considered herself to be nothing special. A bit overweight, shoulder length brown hair which she generally kept in a rough pony tail, fairly shy and still living with her parents at 19. Her main asset was her intelligence but so far, other then on the cusp of gaining an honours degree in history and psychology, she hadn’t found it helpful in any real life situations, especially relationships. Jill had a few superficial friends, mostly others on her course, but no-one special, and especially not of the male variety. When she wasn’t studying she would walk the family dog, go for a bike read or read. Socialising was rarely a priority but she did make an exception for birthdays, Christmas and other special events. Today was one of those such events. It has been an interesting year for Jill’s mum who after falling ill and needing a blood transfusion back in March, had discovered her blood group wasn’t what she expected. When it then turned out that her illness could be genetic related at the grand age of 48 she had suddenly found out that her dad wasn’t her dad after all. The news had shaken the tight knit family and her mum had sought out Jill both for emotional support and her history research skills as she tried to trace her biological father. Thanks to Jill’s detective work, online chronicles and the memory of her gran, by mid summer Louise and Jill were on a ferry to Ireland to meet Carson McIvor at a family run pub. No-one could have predicted the turn of events that happened in the latter half of the year as, rather unexpectedly, Jill formed a close bond with her biological grandfather, with her gran reminding her that his charming ways were still going strong almost fifty years later. Jill was drawn to her biological grandfather across the water and especially his large and complex Catholic family. She sat with him and his wife and made the full family tree one visit which took hours as her grandfather was one of twelve, he had ten children and all but one were married and they all had children too! Today Jill was taking a short flight again to see them, this time for a huge New Year party with the family and friends. New Year was always a quiet affair for her own parents who never saw the interest really, but despite her own quiet, subdued, homely existence Jill was excited to be heading to the large country house she’d never been to before for what she knew would be a party to remember. She wasn’t over confident, anything but really, but it had to be more fun than an early night with her parents back in Swindon. Jill arrived at 5pm and was picked up by one of her grandfather’s son’s. He’d hoped her mum would have come too since he’d yet to meet his ‘new’ sister but Jill shyly said that parties were not her scene, though thankfully she was now keeping much better. They made small talk as they stopped at a chip shop and parked while they ate and drank in the car before driving on to the country house. It was dark by the time they arrived and already the house was full of people everywhere, a few Jill had met before but not all. Jill was ushered to the large kitchen were she was handed a glass and she nodded for a lemonade. She planned to save the alcohol for a bit later on. The evening was going great with plenty opportunities to mingle, playing games and getting to know people. Jill was excited to see quite a number of others her age and she wondered how different her life might have been had her gran stayed with her biological grandfather rather than the man she went on to marry. As a keen historian though she knew that you could never undo or change history and it was foolish to dream otherwise. Her thoughts were drifting when she was nudged by a dark haired gent around her age who handed her a glass of wine and made small talk with her. Jill was drawn to him and found her face reddening and her stomach flutter. She plucked up the courage to introduce herself and he introduced himself as Liam mcIvor. He was plucky, had definitely been drinking but he came across as sincere and kind and his green eyes sparkled in the light of the busy hallway. When his arm touched Jill’s she found her body turned to jelly. With the noise of the other people and the music Liam politely asked if she wanted to get a seat somewhere and led Jill to a smaller TV room where the TV was on, though muted. It wasn’t until Jill sat down on the low couch that she realised her bladder was full. She hasn’t had a wee since the airport in England hours ago! She’d been too distracted, too busy, too excited to even think about it, but now she realised she didn’t even know where the bathroom was. She’d also only just sat down and Liam was so captivating she didn’t wish to leave, not yet anyway. Liam seemed just as interested in her company as she did his and despite the subtle protests from her bladder Jill had never been happier. The room might have been full of people but Jill couldn’t take her eyes off Liam and found herself laughing, smiling and listening intently to his every word. Whenever her bladder protested she just crossed her legs and sat up straight, tensing her muscles in the process. No sooner had her glass of wine finished when she was handed another and Liam seemed to gain another pint. Neither wanted to be the first to part company and Jill worried that if she was to excuse herself to find the bathroom she might struggle to find Liam again in the crowd. Liam was now sitting closer to her with his hand on her knee. Jill slowly moved her hand close to his and as their skin touched she found her adrenaline soaring, making her all giggling and jittery like a little kid. The combination of alcohol and excitement combined with an increasing desperation to pee made her restless, excitable and bouncy. Liam placed his hand gently over Jill’s and she wriggled in her seat and squirmed with embarrassment, sexual excitement and a strong urge to urinate. Laughing increased her need to pee exponentially and losing her inhibitions with the alcohol and giddiness she placed her other hand between her tightly crossed legs and bounced on the couch. Liam laughed and moved his fingers along the top of her hand and up onto her wrist. Jill wriggled even more on her seat oblivious to the fact Liam was interpreting her actions differently. Sipping some of his drink for courage he winked at Jill and whispered in her ear: ‘Is someone really wanting something?’ Jill was convinced Liam was aware of her urgent need to pee and as she shifted around with her hand still between her legs, she nodded and smiled. Maybe, she thought, he would show her were the bathroom was and wait for her while she got some relief. Liam, however, was thinking something altogether different. He placed his fingers through Jill’s and with his other arm pulled her gently towards him and boldly kissed her. Jill had never felt so jiggly in her life. She felt her cheeks redden, her heart pound, her lips scream for more...and her bladder throb powerfully for urgent release. In a room of other people Jill was lost in her own world, her heart yearning for more of Liam yet her body yearning to release her heavy over full bladder. With her lips locked in Liam’s and her hand intwined in his hand she used her legs and hips to twist and jiggle and her spare hand to stroke between her legs begging her pee to remain inside. Liam’s eyes sparkled with excitement and when he finally saw where Jill’s other hand was he decided they needed to get some more privacy. He pulled Jill up from the couch and gently lead her through the crowd into the kitchen and out into the garden where he then walked her to the side of the house. Outside he allowed his hands to wander as Jill seemed to dance and twist and jiggle beside him. He ran his hands through her hair and kissed her cheek as Jill appeared to long to masterbate as her hand stroked herself though her dress and leggings. As Liam slowly pulled Jill’s dress up with Jill against the building wall he leaned in to whisper again: ‘Sorry it’s not as private as I would like baby’ Jill squirmed beneath him barely managing to stop her bladder bursting despite longing to take things further with Liam too. With one hand still between her legs she was so grateful that Liam was holding her dress up ready. He clearly could see how urgently she had to pee and had taken her outside knowing she couldn’t wait had there been a queue at the toilet. He had clearly noticed her squirming and knew without her saying a word that she so desperately needed the loo. Jill wanted him to know how grateful she was: ‘This is perfect Liam. I’m sure you can see how much I desperately want this, how long I’ve been waiting tonight to do this. It’s all I’ve been thinking about for the last hour with you. I’ve never done it like this but oh my God I’m going to go to heaven any moment. Can you help me get these leggings down please?’ Liam was rock hard at hearing this, as still clutching Jill’s dress he moved closer to her kissing her and simultaneously unzipping his jeans and pulling his hard member out. ‘Oh quick babe. Get my leggings and knickers down. I need this so fucking badly you wouldn’t believe!’ Liam obliged willingly pulling both Jill’s leggings and knickers to her knees and watching as her hand immediately went to her throbbing vagina to stroke it. She looked absolutely beautiful, sensual and Liam was horny as hell. He held her dress in his hands as Jill hunched down and he hunched down a little too, pushing his hips towards hers as she finally removed her hand and in the glimmer of a side light from the house next door he saw her hard clit and open pussy which throbbed like nothing he had ever seen before. As he thrust towards her to enter he felt a warm liquid encapsulate his hard penis. Boy was this girl wet! He’d never experienced anything like it and he longed with every fiber in him to cum. The liquid dribbled faster as he entered, pulling Jill’s hips towards his. Jill still seemed tense so he ran his arms along her back and whispered: ‘Relax baby. It’s fine.’ ‘’Liam you do know I’m pissing on you? I can’t...I can’t stop it. I thought you’d brought me here to pee! I’ve been absolutely dying to pee for hours and I can’t...I can’t hold this any longer!’ That wasn’t what Liam was expecting but his body was on fire. His hard penis was inside Jill’s body now and the warm liquid pouring down his shaft was sending shock waves through him. This was heaven and if Jill continued pissing while he thrust he would be just seconds away from exploding. God was this incredible. Liam wanted to sound romantic, loving and sexual but hormones and lust took over. ‘Fuck this is bloody amazing! You do whatever you fucking need to honey cos I can’t control myself any longer. You are bloody wonderful!’ With that Jill closed her eyes and with Liam’s body inside hers she allowed her body to do exactly what it craved. She let go of the stress of holding back and gripping Liam to steady herself she let the damn burst utterly and completely, hearing the liquid burst out her at speed and rush over Liam’s private’s and onto the ground where it splashed and ran over their shoes. She guessed it was soaking her leggings and knickers but she was powerless to stop even if she wanted to as her head rested on Liam’s shoulder and her bottom touched the wall behind her. In among the whooshes and dripping she heard Liam moan and she felt thicker liquid shoot inside her; warm, inviting and ever so welcome. As she did so she felt her own body capsize and shake in an experience she’d never felt before as blood surged throughout her body and her head spun in happiness. Fireworks exploded around them as the new year started with a bang. If that was sexual intercourse then Jill needed it again, and again and again. Now she knew what her gran had seen in the Irish McIvor’s. Her gran might have walked away from them but Jill wasn’t going to no matter how jittery they made her.
  10. Impatient Imran Imran was impulsive, even to a fault. On an impulse he applied to study to be a doctor and leave his family and friends to be in the U.K. then on an impulse, not even thinking of the implications, he spent his third year student grant on a ‘super one off deal’ to establish his own business in multi level marketing on the promise of becoming a millionaire one day. That nearly got him deported because he stupidly hadn’t thought through the implications of working and running a business on a student visa. Thankfully another impulse of joining his local mosque saved the day, combined with a fine Muslim lawyer, and although Imran was grateful, he never did return to formal studying. In fairness he put his all into his new business and when the company collapsed Imran spent months trying to rebuild his confidence and self image. Once again his character fault came into play when he began being impulsive with woman. Three months after meeting Shikira they were married and a month later she was pregnant. Imran tried to settle but he couldn’t seem to deny himself. When he wanted something, wether that was the latest phone, expensive clothing or another woman, he found himself impulsively buying, borrowing and having sex, then regretting, struggling with remorse, then to make himself feel better impulsively buying, kissing or borrowing all over again. By the time his daughter started school his wife had had enough. By 30 Imran was divorced, bankrupt and living on friend’s sofas. Once again it was his faith friends who helped him. They prayed with him, took him to the mosque daily and worked on his character, patience and pain. Finally Imran found a job, spent his free time at the mosque helping out whenever he could, and eventually managed to rent a bed sit. He was determined to prove his doubters wrong and show he could be professional, patient and upstanding. After years of dodging paying by any trick he could, Imran finally called child support and began supporting the daughter he hasn’t seen in years. He applied for access and though it took two years he finally received one weekend a month on trial. Tonight was one of those nights and Imran had wanted desperately to treat his daughter to try and make up for the years he had lost. Now almost 14 she was into pop bands, cartoon drawing and, to Imran’s delight, she was a faithful Muslim too. He’d saved up for months and spent almost an hour on the phone to get tickets to Ed Sheeran. He had so much to prove. Imran met Tanisha at her local train station with her mum and new stepdad. After an awkward few minutes Imran and Tanisha boarded the train to town, had lunch in a Chinese buffet then took the train to the exhibition centre where queues were already forming five hours before the concert. Thankfully it was a mild day and Imran was just grateful to be with his daughter even if he wasn’t the biggest Ed Sheeran fan. Time passed and the father and daughter caught up on life in the queue laughing, sharing and enjoying getting to know each other. Tanisha received what seemed like 100 text messages from her mum and friends and Imran received two: one from his phone provider informing him of a new deal and one from a close friend at the mosque saying that tonight was his chance to show everyone how patient and mature he was now. The timing of that one amusing Imran as an hour and a half of standing in the same place was frustrating him and his tendency to be impulsive was fighting within him. Tanisha opened her bag and nibbled at a few snacks idly commenting how glad she was to have brought them and that she was even more glad she had been to the toilet at the Chinese restaurant earlier. Imran wasn’t so bothered about the snacks but he was beginning to need the bathroom and regretting his decision not to go earlier because he hadn’t needed it then. His daughter was clearly wiser than he was already, he thought. Half an hour later and finally things looked to be moving, though it turned out to be just some internal doors opening allowing the queue to move a few meters but nothing more. Imran checked his watch. He was definitely needing a bathroom now but it was still at least two hours before the concert started and even the he had no idea where the bathrooms even were. He’d just need to wait. They were being pushed more now and the noise and crowds were a little overwhelming. Tanisha informed him there were almost 2000 people expected to this concert alone and thanked her dad for the hundredth time for managing to get tickets. Imran loved her excitement though his legs were getting sore standing and his bladder was bothering him. Imran began to debate in his head if he could perhaps leave his daughter and go look for a bathroom. As if she could read his mind she casually commented that the amount of people actually made her feel a bit scared and she would never have come alone. Imran realised he couldn’t leave a vulnerable 13 year old girl in a crowd of thousands even if he did want to urinate. He’d have to hold on, though he was getting more and more impatient by the minute. He moved from foot to foot a bit anxiously. Tanisha asked if he was ok but he wasn’t going to admit to his thirteen year old who he barely knew that he really wanted the gents. Instead he said his legs were aching and he was wondering when they might actually get inside. Tanisha sighed and commented that he was just how her mum had said ‘always impatient and only focussed on himself’. Imran went a little red but signed and decided he would prove his daughter’s mum wrong. He was a changed man and he had to prove it. Time passed and they still hadn’t moved though a number of staff from the centre wear out wearing luminous coats and ensuring the lines were in order. Imran was struggling to stand still. It was now hours and hours since he’d last went to the toilet and he really needed to go. He overheard someone else asking a steward about toilets and despite the noise of the crowd he heard that there were some just inside the lobby when they finally got there. Imran just hoped that wouldn’t be long away as he was getting really bursting to go now. Tanisha noticed her dad’s movements and anxiety. She guessed what might be wrong but felt too embarrassed to say. Imran might be her biological father but she still hardly knew him and even if he was desperate for the gents what could she do anyway? Just then she watched as her dad crossed his legs and placed a hand in his trouser pocket. Imran was bursting. What had started as a niggle, an uncomfortable bloated feeling near his bladder was now a strong and constant tingle in his penis and an ache in his bladder. Strong urges pulsates through him, firstly at random but now every few minutes. The tapping his legs, moving from foot to foot, kicked the wall behind him and squeezing through his pockets just wasn’t working any more and when another strong urge hit he crossed his legs tightly, bent forwards and had to squeeze himself closed through his pockets. There was no denying it now: he HAD to pee really badly. He muttered to himself, caught in the moment. ‘Grrr I really really need to pee’ Tanisha looked along the line then disappeared for a minute or so. Imran bent forward holding himself no longer caring what anyone thought. He’d never felt so impatient about anything before. He HAD to pee or else he would burst. Just then his mobile buzzed. It was another text from his Muslim friend: ‘Just remember you are a changed man Imran. Be patient. Show your daughter how mature you are now. Put her first. I know you can do this!’ Everything hurt now. His head was spinning, his stomach ached with being so full, his penis felt swollen and numb and his pride hurt too. He couldn’t piss himself here in public in a long line formEd Sheeran with his daughter here. He had to be patient. Finally Tanisha returned, but not alone. ‘Dad I’ve told the steward it’s an emergency and you can’t be patient any more. He just wants to confirm you can’t wait. Can you?’ ‘Ohhhhh I want to...’ but at that he marched on the spot and grabbed himself as another very urgent throbbing pushed his body as it yearned to release. Some urine dribbled out despite Imran’s best efforts. ‘Actually it IS an emergency. I absolutely need to toilet so badly I am about to have an accident.’ ‘Don’t embarrass yourself dad. Just try and be patient a bit longer ok?’ The steward took pity on Imran and took both dad and daughter to another side entrance where he opened a door with a key and led them into a small corridor. Imran had to stop twice and bend forward and grab himself as urge after urge hit him with force as his bladder decided enough was enough. He muttered to himself as he did so. ‘Be patient Imran. Keep holding!’ Finally the steward pointed to the toilets. To his utter surprise Tanisha ran to the ladies like her life depended on it whilst Imran could only hobble to the next door gents. As Imran undid his trousers and pulled his penis out tears filled his eyes. He’d never experienced anything like it as he cried, sighed and pissed simultaneously for as long as he could ever remember. Just when he would think he was finished his bladder would restart all over just as violently, noisily and fast as before. Imran couldn’t believe how much liquid had been in his body but what he could believe was how ecstatic it felt to finally allow it all out. As a third stream started Imran smiled to himself. He’d been patiently holding for hours and now he was having to patiently wait while so much fluid was released. He just hoped Tanisha was being patient waiting for him outside. Whether or not he enjoyed the concert or not Imran was proud of himself. Just months before he would have walked out of the queue hours ago and wouldn’t have had the resilience to hold his bladder for so long for the sake of someone else. He was finally maturing and putting others first. If only he had learnt that years before.
  11. 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.
  12. Mary pulled her white shirt down over her bra. Her breasts had almost doubled now that she was 5 months along with her 3rd child, this time with her new man. She was hoping to get today over with. She knew from her previous pregnancies, that she hadn’t had to hold her pee all morning, that was a myth, at least for her doctor. She did, however, need to make sure she had a full bladder at her ultrasound appointment, and by now, she certainly was. She had on a pair of stretchy jeans her sister had bought her for pregnant girls. Underneath, she had on a regular pair of red cotton panties. She poured her coffee and left. “I’ll just drink slowly” Merideth told herself. She had to pee, but she had to have her coffee more. She got into her car and began the ten minute trip across town to her doctor for her ultrasound appointment. “Shit” Mary said as she stop at yet another red light and took a sip of her coffee “Okay, I’m awake. I need to really watch how much of this I drink. I already need to piss like crazy” Mary said out loud to herself. Mary continued on her short trip. Her need, it felt, getting worse and worse by the minute. About a block from her doctor, she hit another red light. “Ugh of all the times to hit every red light!” She exclaimed. As she had one hand on the wheel and the other in her crotch, feverishly tapping her foot. Finally the light turned green and Mary stepped on the gas, pulling in to the parking lot moments later. Mary took a deep breath and collected herself as not to leak as she got out of the car, her need was that bad. She had timed it up to get there right at 10:15 when her appointment started, she hoped it wouldn’t take too long and she could finally empty her bladder. Mary hurried inside to the check in desk “Hi I’m here for an ultrasound with Doctor Janet. My appointment is right now” Mary told the receptionist, trying to hint to her to hurry it along. “Ah yes. Hello Mary! Doctor Janet is in with a patient right now who had a bit of an emergency” the receptionist told her. All Mary could think of was “ive got an emergency too!” As she shuffled her legs behind the desk. “Please fill out these forms before the doctor sees you”. “About how long is Doctor Janet going to be?” Mary questioned. “As long as you have your paperwork filled out, she should be with you in 15 minutes” “15 minutes??” Mary asked with a worried tone. “Give or take” the receptionist replied. “Can I help who’s next?” The look of panic on Mary’s was unmistakable. She knew from her previous pregnancies that these things cannot be rushed. She remembered her second pregnancy when she wet herself in the car on the way to the appointment. She had planned better this time... or so she thought. As she sat down to begin filling out the paperwork, the pressure on her bladder intensified. Mary could hardly focus, misspelling simple things like her place of employment. All she could think about was her need to pee which had gotten worse and worse and worse. She was really regretting that coffee. As she watched the clock tick by, the minutes felt like hours. She remembered her friend Caty telling her how, after an embarrassing accident during her first ultrasound appointment, she had began wearing thin pull ups to the doctor to protect against leaks or floods. Mary wished she’d had followed that advice as she gripped her pussy. Things were getting really bad now. Mary crosses and uncrossed her legs, she couldn’t sit still. She knew, again from previous experience, that with the added weight on her bladder, there would be no leaks. Once it came there was going to be now stopping. Ten minutes had gone by, Mary got up and began pacing around the room, hoping that it would help her excruciating need, but it didn’t. She sat back down and looked at the clock, it had been 15 minutes and still no sign of her doctor. Mary sat, squirmed In a panic and near tears. She was beginning to sweat from her need to go being so bad. 20 minutes, still no doctor. Her bladder was on the brink and she needed to make a decision. Suddenly, She felt a leak. It was slow and weak but Mary was not going to risk it. She shot up, still leaking, and waddled to the reception desk. “Excuse me, where is the bathroom? I’m sorry but I can’t hold it this is an emergency” Mary begged “You realize ma’am, that if you urinate you will have to reschedule?” The receptionist asked. Mary has no time for questions. “Yes! I can’t fucking hold it why do you think I’m asking! I’m gonna pee anyways so it will either be on the floor or in the toilet like I can’t wait any longer so please where is the bathroom!” Mary asked, now unashamedly holding her piss in with two hands. “Through this door. Go right, walk down then go left it will be the last door on the right” Mary took off through the door, going as fast as she could, leaking with every step. She felt her undies getting wetter and wetter as she got closer. Finally, as Mary turned the corner, disaster struck. Her poor pregnant bladder could hold on no longer. Mary froze in her tracks as the floodgates opened. Her pent up puss poured in a torrent into her panties forming an unmistakable wet spot on her crotch and ass as it ran down the front, back, and inside of her legs, changing the color of her jeans and soaking into her shoes and socks and forming a large puddle beneath her feet. Finally, her bladder was empty and her pants were soaked thoroughly. Just as her stream slowed to a trickle, then to a dribble and stopped, a handsome male nurse rounded the corner. Mary flushed with embarrassment “Ma’am are you alright?” The nurse asked. “I’m sorry” Mary said fighting back tears. “I had to be full for the doctor and I couldn’t help it. I almost made it but I just couldn’t hang on” Mary informed him. “Well why don’t you come with me, we will help you get cleaned up” he held Mary by the hand and led her into a back room where there was a bathroom with more privacy. The nurse grabbed a towel from the upper shelf and gave it to Mary as another nurse, a female this time, entered. “Is everything ok dear?” The older woman asked Mary. “Yeah. I just have to get cleaned up and call my fiancé for new pants” she said, half giggling at her own predicament. “No need for that sweetie. This isn’t the first time something unfortunate like this has happened here” The nurse handed Mary a pair of red sweatpants. “This our yours. We keep them here for just this reason” Mary went into the bathroom and took of her drenched pants and underwear. Grabbing a paper towel, she wiped the last few remain pee droplets off of her feet, leg, pussy and butt. Her smooth skin glistened in the light from the wetness of the piss. She put her soiled pants into a shopping bag they had given her and put on the red sweet pants that looked like they came straight from the goodwill. As Mary looked in the mirror, she couldn’t help but slightly giggle at her own humiliating predicament. “I just peed my fucking pants” she giggled. “Again. In front of a cute guy, And now I look homeless” but it was better than being wet. She made her way to the reception desk, a bag full of pee soaked jeans. “I’m gonna need to reschedule
  13. Desperate Destiny Destiny sat wearing her green top and oversized green bow in her hair as agreed. She nervously sipped at her lemonade. Blind date number 6. Was it an omen she wondered or could this one actually be legitimate, attractive and interesting? He couldn’t be as boring as number 1, or as sleazy as number two, or as smelly and scruffy as number 3. Number 4 at least tried but then he’d left for the bathroom, never returned and left her to pay the bill. Number 5 was a no show and number 6...well so far he was five minutes late and counting! Maybe her friends were right and internet dating was doomed to fail? Well she was here now and this man had ten more minutes and if he didn’t contact her or appear she was deleting the app and giving up. She was already half way through her lemonade anyway. She looked around before tinkering with her phone to distract herself. Then a tap on her shoulder sent shivers down her full body. Destiny turned and immediately felt the shadow of someone behind her. His shoes were smart, he had smart black trousers on, a casual but smart jumper with a v neck and shirt beneath and...the most natural welcoming smile she could ever recall. He put his hand out to shake hers as she rose from her seat to face him, aware he wasn’t much taller than she was. ‘Sorry I’m a little later than planned. Every single light was red! I’m Fraser by the way but pretty sure you’ve worked that out. You look way more beautiful than your profile picture by the way. Wow!’ ‘Hi. Emmm thanks. I quite liked that profile pic too haha!’ Emma gestured to Fraser to sit but he asked if she wanted anything more to drink first. ‘I’ll stick to another lemonade if that’s ok. Thanks.’ ‘I’ll be right back!’ Destiny looked at Fraser standing at the bar and mentally ticked some boxes in her head. He seemed friendly. Tick. Genuine? So far at least. Tick. Sexy? His smile absolutely and there was definitely something about his think Scottish accent too. Tick. Generous? Well he hadn’t asked her for money for the drinks so that was a start. Good company? She’d find that out soon enough. Nerves made her hands shake a little and seeing Fraser at the bar ordering made her throat dry so Destiny gulped down the last of her lemonade and looked at the all too familiar menu. She knew this pub well but even familiar places could seem strange on your first date she thought. Just then Fraser returned with the drinks. He took his coat off and hung it neatly over the chair before sitting down. ‘Saw you looking at the menu there. Anything you fancy? I saw the special on the board when I was at the bar and the home made steak pie sounds amazing. Makes me think of home!’ ‘Sounds perfect. There’s usually quite quick at taking your order here.’ Sure enough less than five minutes later and two steak pies, chips and vegetables were on order and Fraser and Destiny continued their conversation. Destiny was somewhat surprised at how easy to talk to Fraser was and Fraser was equally surprised how ‘ordinary’ and lovely Destiny was. Wether it was nerves or a desire to please each other or something else again neither knew, but without thought or effort both had their hands around their drinks and sipped almost simultaneously as they chatted. So far so good thought Destiny, and unbeknown to her Fraser was having a lovely time too. The food arrived and Destiny was surprised when the waitress asked if they wanted any more drinks. It was only then she noticed she’d somehow almost finished her second glass already. ‘Do you sell Irn Bru at all?’ Fraser asked smiling. ‘As a matter of fact we do sir. It’s surprisingly popular here. Ordinary or diet sir?’ ‘Oh ordinary please.’ ‘And mam?’ ‘Oh I think a water please thanks’ ‘Fizzy or still mam?’ ‘Oh still would be great thanks’. The meal looked delicious and as Destiny began cutting hers up she couldn’t help but snigger when Fraser joked ‘she never asked if you wanted your drink diet. Honestly, you can’t get the staff round here!’ Funny? She could tick that now too. So far at least. The evening continued well until around half way through eating when Destiny felt a cool breeze from the door which sent a shiver down her body and through her bladder and she moved in her seat subconsciously. She smiled nervously at Fraser, ignored the twinge and carried on eating. The chips and vegetables were salty and Destiny was glad of the refreshing water. Fraser seemed to be enjoying his, even commenting that it was as good as his mums and he winked as he said it which Destiny found surprisingly sexy. Date number six was much better than expected. She wasn’t in any hurry to go anywhere. Dinner turned to pudding then tea and coffee and before Destiny was aware she’d consumed a full pint of lemonade, half a pint of water and a mug of tea! Time was passing quickly and she was in no hurry to leave Fraser with his ginger hair and deep brown eyes. She swung her legs under the table determined her stupid bladder wouldn’t ruin her best date so far. If Fraser excused himself for a comfort break she would too but she wasn’t going to be the first to break away. Absolutely not. The pub was getting busier and louder as a major match played on large TV’s and Fraser suggested they find a quieter corner to sit. Destiny knew she should have piped up something similar to ‘that would be lovely. I’ll just nip to the ladies first’ or something similar, but Fraser was too mesmerising, too exciting even, to leave. She’d go as soon as they parted. Yes that would be fine. They moved together to a snug couch by a fire. Romantic, quieter, but much further from the ladies. Fraser suggested another cup of tea and despite her already full bladder Destiny nodded and smiled. With Fraser at the bar she crossed her legs and pulled her knees towards her. She was bursting and thought about slipping to the loo while Fraser was not looking but she didn’t want to leave her bag, coat and Fraser’s coat unattended nor did she like the idea of Fraser returning and finding her away. She circled her foot and tightened her muscles and smiled as Fraser turned towards her and winked. Goodness he was stunning in the light of the pub and even the laughter and chatter of strangers seemed to somehow feel special as Destiny realised she actually really liked Fraser and absolutely wanted to date him again. The coffee table was low and bending to reach her tea squeezed against Destiny’s bladder and she quietly moaned. She didn’t want to show it but her body was absolutely desperate for release though pride prevented her excusing herself. ‘You ok?’ ‘Yeah fine.’ The tea was delicious but Destiny’s bladder just couldn’t stretch so she sat bolt upright, tense and concentrating rather than drinking. ‘You’ve gone quiet. Have I upset you?’ Fraser reached over towards Destiny and hugged her lightly. ‘If I’m boring you it’s ok. Just say.’ ‘No. No. Not at all. Just thinking.’ That was the truth really. She was thinking about how to politely excuse herself and how she could get to the ladies dry. But she couldn’t say that on a first date. She bit her lip, shifted on the seat and tensed her back more. Her face flushed and a drop of sweat formed on her forehead. It took all her effort to hold her bladder closed. ‘Please don’t feel you can’t say Destiny. We’ve had a lovely evening. Well I definitely have. You are great company. You are beautiful, intelligent and interesting. I would love to meet up again. So if something is bothering you I think honestly is definitely the best policy. ‘ It was all Destiny could do to whisper. Every last ounce of her energy was reserved for holding back the huge flood inside her. Her arms folded around her bladder as if hugging herself and she bent forward with a tear in her eye. Fraser put his arm around her and his head down towards hers and whispered. ‘Whatever it is it’s ok. I don’t bite.’ Destiny fidgeted before gasping as another spasm pushed through her body. ‘It’s just...it’s just...I’ve drank too much sorry. I should have...oh Good God above...’ Destiny pushed her bum as far back into the seat as she could and pressed a hand tight into her crotch pulling her coat over herself to cover it up while her head faced down to avoid seeing Fraser who was hugging her in concern. In a broken whisper she bravely but reluctantly confessed: ‘I should have gone at dinner. I should have gone before we moved over here. I’ve had to go for so so long. Now it’s an emergency. I am so so so desperate now. I think I’m going to pee my pants.’ Fraser kissed her forehead and stroked her hair. He whispered back: ‘Oh my sweet Destiny. My dear darling desperate Destiny.’ He slipped his hand under her coat and over her own in her crotch area as he used his other hand to tenderly lift her chin and kiss her lovingly on the lips whilst gently pressing his hand over her own between her legs. A current washed over Destiny as their lips met. She wanted more. So much more. But first she had to pee. Urgently. ‘I shan’t hold you any longer my precious desperate Destiny. I don’t want you upset. But hurry back. I’ll be right here waiting for you.’ His words enticed her like crazy but the pounding from her vagina was intensive and relentless too. She tied her coat around her waist to hide any wetness and ran to the ladies as she felt her knickers dampen. Fraser looked on with his own legs crossed in a vain attempt to hide his erection. He liked what he’d seen tonight and he wanted more again. He hadn’t planned to get a beautiful girl so close to wetting herself but he couldn’t believe his luck that it had happened. It might not be entirely appropriate to do what he wanted with Destiny tonight but he resolved to excuse himself briefly for the gents when Destiny returned. Assuming he could wait that long that was.
  14. Bursting Bryony Bryony Higgins had so much whizzing through her mind. She’d spent the last three hours in a meeting sipping coffee throughout and listening intently to the financial difficulties and impending liquidation ahead if things didn’t improve soon in her company. She’d driven the two hours to HQ early morning to avoid traffic and enjoyed catching up with fellow area managers though she was well aware of the serious issues the company faced. Each of them left at midday with urgent bullet points of immediate improvement drilled into them. Bryony knew her job and the fate of hundreds of employees party rested on her ability to implement these action points with no time to spare. Gone were the days of elaborate work lunches and expensive coffees. Today had been basic tea and coffee and jugs of water and a rudimentary paper plate of cheap biscuits. Still Bryony had at least had plenty to drink and a couple of biscuits too. She pulled into the burger van in the industrial estate and picked up a hot roll and a can of cola and took ten minutes to eat and drink, reading over the briefing she had been issued with again. It was a sober call to action and even though the inevitable might still happen anyway Bryony was determined and motivated to do everything she could to have her area out perform even the best and most optimistic expectations. She made a few calls to some of the shops she oversaw and was even more concerned when two didn’t even bother answering. What if she had been a customer? Things needed to change right away and she brushed the crumbs from her straight black fitted dress and off her nylon tights and started her engine. The nearest shop in her area was just over an hour away. They were first on her hit list. She had to get every single shop to perform to their best and that started this afternoon. Traffic was as expected but what Bryony hadn’t expected was her body to start feeling increasingly uncomfortable as she drove. A familiar tingling between her legs made her cast her mind back to her day so far. When had she last used the ladies? Had she really not gone prior to leaving HQ? She always did as a matter of course but she had no recollection of doing so today. Grrr. This wasn’t in her plan. She had way too much she had to deal with and she wanted to get to the store in time to talk to all the staff and get things improved before closing. Tomorrow she had three other shops in her area to visit so it was imperative she reached and sorted this one today. She was in the right hand lane as she passed a sign for services, only one of which was on her route as motorways merged and spread ahead. It was in just one mile but a combination of heavy traffic to negotiate through and the time implications of pulling over, parking and using the bathroom all combined to persuade Bryony to keep on driving. She could use the bathroom at the shop on arrival anyway and she was just half an hour away now. She bit her lip and carried on. Bryony couldn’t help but talk to herself a little as she approached the town centre finally. ‘Oh I should have peed before I left. Come on lights!’ Her dress seemed suddenly much tighter, her lower stomach pushing out making her look a little pregnant. ‘Too much cola and coffee’ Bryony moaned as she rubbed her bladder at yet another set of traffic lights. She tapped her foot and fidgeted in her seat. ‘Oh come on. I’m bursting for the toilet!’ She pulled in finally into the small staff car park, flustered with her need to pee and an annoyance at how badly the staff had parked their cars. ‘Abandoned more like’ she said to herself as she opened the drivers door and stood up for the first time in an hour and a half. Gravity seemed to push the entire contents of her bladder towards her urethra which tingled constantly. She crossed her legs and shuffled uncomfortably from one foot to another on her high heeled shoes before pressing to lock her car and putting her hand bag on her arm. Staff clearly were not expecting her unannounced visit as Bryony could quickly tell. The shop was steady but the shelves had gaps, the music was too loud, the posters looked tired and the queues...adrenaline swept through Bryony as she walked in aghast at her first impressions. She hardly had her foot over the threshold when a customer approached her. She so longed to go to the bathroom first but negotiating even through the store in this state wasn’t going to be easy and she dreaded to think what state the storeroom and bathroom might be like! She pushed her thighs together and bent forward as the customer, clearly seeing the company badge on her dress, asked her for guidance. Every sale mattered, now more than ever so Bryony took the customer to find what she wanted, negotiating through a long slow queue of customers in the process. Once sorted Bryony walked up to the checkouts and demanded to know what was going on. ‘Ann, what’s happening? We need this sorted now! Get staff on the tills now. Then when that calms I need stock out, this shop tidied and for goodness sake turn down that music so you can hear me!’ ‘ But we’re all on the tills. Wayne’s sick and there’s only myself and Mike in. It’s been manic today.’ Bryony pushed through the crowds to get behind the checkout, pushing her handbag under the counter while simultaneously logging into the first free till to clear the queue, all the time her legs moving and dancing as her body tried keeping the huge torrent of excess liquid inside her. From the customer side she looked efficient, professional and smart yet behind the till Bryony was so bursting now she couldn’t stand still. She bounced her knees, rubbed one leg on the other up and down, bend a little and accidentally stood on Mike’s toes! Mike looked at her though nothing was said. Ten minutes later the queue was slowly easing but Bryony’s need was increasing by the second. She was serving a customer when a strong urge came and her hand grabbed at her dress. She wasn’t so much moving subtly now it was more of a full on obvious bursting dance. Bryony was about to burst! She handed the receipt to the customer and grabbing her handbag she shuffled out of the till area before the inevitable happened. She threw her bag over her shoulder and headed to the back of the shop and into the store area as urgently as her clicking high heels would let her. Her heart raced, sweat forming on her face and her body pushing strongly against her, she grabbed between her legs, now out of sight from customers, and ran down stairs to the small staff toilet and kitchenette. Bryony couldn’t recall ever feeling this bursting ever before. Her underwear was damp as she felt leaks trickling out even as she pulled her dress up at both sides and tugged at her tights and knickers. Her bottom only vaguely over the filthy loo , her clothes only millimetres away and the gush began. Bryony gasped. Then she sighed. Then she laughed. Her day began because her company had an emergency and here she was having an emergency of her own. The company had a lot of work ahead and Bryony vowed to work on her bladder every bit as much. She had come close to her own liquidation and only just avoided it now she planned to achieve the same with her work. She had too much to do to risk getting this bursting again and tomorrow she promised herself she would hold on all day.
  15. Cross-legged Chris The pub after work had seemed such a great idea at the time but now Chris was regretting his two pints with his best mate. Sure he’d had an early finish and it was Malcolm’s birthday but this travelling home in rush hour by bus on a pouring wet afternoon wasn’t his idea of fun now in any way. Chris leaned on the window as he wiped condensation away to see out. It had been ten minutes since the bus last moved and he was keen to see what the hold up might be. Annoyingly all he saw was stationary traffic and people walking about under umbrellas. The pitter patter of rain and the drops running down the window in front of him made him realise why he was getting so frustrated: he needed a piss. Not too badly quite yet but if the bus continued to go nowhere he knew those pints would come back to haunt him soon. Chris crossed his legs and checked his phone. First he scrolled through Facebook, then checked email and then finally he thought to check the travel twitter feed. Nothing hugely serious there but two ‘minor’ incidences were causing tailbacks. Chris leaned slightly forward, his legs still crossed as he strained to read the font on his phone in the dim bus lights. Leaning forward helped as a spasm from his bladder jolted him enough to cause him to swing his top leg. Those pints were clearly wanting out sooner than he was comfortable with. A text from Malcolm thanking him for the drinks broke his thoughts as he opened and read it straight away. ‘Got train fine though a little delayed. Thanks again for birthday drinks. Have a great weekend!’ Chris text back: ‘you’re welcome. Got bus right away though not moved for ages now due to traffic. Just kind of wish I’d used the gents before I left Walkers.’ Just as he pressed send the bus engine turned and the bus crawled along a very short distance. Chris debated getting off and walking but at least he was warm and dry on the bus and it would take about an hour to walk the five miles home, plus if the bus could just get out the jam he would ordinarily be home in about twenty minutes. He leaned back and kept his legs crossed and closed his eyes. Maybe a little nap might help time pass quicker and take his mind off of things. It helped a bit but whatever Chris tried thinking about; his flat, the last girl he was with, his own imminent birthday and even what he might eat later, he still couldn’t quite forget about his need to piss. The bus was moving slowly now but he had barely got to the end of the street yet never mind onto the main road out of town. Chris leaned his head on the damp window again, shifting in his seat but not daring to uncross his legs. He was slightly tipsy, happy, but tired, though his body continued to send little pulses between his legs reminding him that his bladder was rather full. Chris tried to shut it out and closed his eyes once more. He must have lightly dosed because he opened his eyes to find not only that the bus had actually moved onto the main road at last but that his hand had also moved over his crotch without him even being aware. He looked around to make sure no-one had spotted before quickly pulling it away. He might really need a piss but he certainly didn’t need others to know that. He crossed his legs at the ankle and scrolled through his phone again. Time was dragging in and it was even beginning to get dark. The rain was even getting heavier too just to make things worse. The bus pulled into a stop and quite a number of passengers got on. It was rare for people to sit next to strangers on public transport unless they had to so Chris was a bit taken aback that a female sat beside him, placing her small but soaking wet umbrella at her feet. He wasn’t wanting to talk to anyone and was glad social etiquette seemed to say that this wasn’t expected these days anyway. He shifted a little in his seat and leaned back letting his legs stretch forward under the seat in front of him but not uncrossing them. He swirled a foot to distract himself from yet another signal from his bladder. He quickly glanced at the lady beside him but she was distracted facing ahead so he silently breathed his relief. Chris had been on the bus almost half an hour now He should have been home ten minutes ago and relieved himself. That brief thought triggered another wave of need and Chris sat more upright and brought his legs nearer. He tried uncrossing his legs but that seemed to somehow tell his body that it could relax more meaning his bladder pushed down towards his urethra and Chris found himself bouncing a knee unconsciously. He immediately swung that leg over the other and tightened his muscles. Progress was slow both with the journey and Chris’s internal struggle. A steady throb continually reminded him he had to piss soon but it was manageable, tolerable even, and with his legs crossed he felt confident he could hold on until home. That was until his female fellow passenger opened her handbag and took out a bottle of water, unscrewed the lid and took a big gulp. The swashing of the bottle, the watching it run into her mouth and the splash as she tipped it back down to put the lid back on seemed like torture and Chris twisted his body towards the window slightly and gave his crotch a rub. He looked out the window but the relentless dripping of water down the window was ever bit as bad as the bottle of water had been. The bus pulled into another stop and more passengers got on. This meant it was now standing room only with wet clothing, collapsed unbrellas and water dripping down covers on buggies. Chris noticed an older lady standing and after shifting again in his seat he decided to do the gentlemanly thing and caught her attention. ‘Please take my seat. I’m getting off soon anyway.’ He clambered over the lady beside him who hugged her handbag close and breathed in to make it easier before she shuffled to the window to make room for the older lady. The lady smiled and thanked him and Chris held onto the ceiling handles to steady himself. He’d hoping standing might take his mind off his bladder but it had the opposite effect entirely. He moved from foot to foot awkwardly trying to hide the fact he so desperately needed to pee. People rarely spoke on buses, at least that was his experience, but the elderly lady seemed to ignore that. ‘You cold son?’ She asked curiously as Chris continued to shift around despite being highly embarrassed. ‘Mmmm. No I’m fine thanks.’ He muttered rather embarrassingly then looked away. He had to stop moving before people realised what was wrong. He slipped a hand in his pocket to try and reach his aching penis to squeeze it whilst making a huge effort to stop moving around. It was not enough though as a strong urge to pee came over him forcing him to squeeze his legs and thighs tightly before crossing his legs again, which looked much more awkward standing than it did sitting. He still had four stops to go until home but Chris was sweating. He’d been bursting for almost an hour and his body was getting tired from holding. Those two pints, combined with copious other drinks before that, had taken him to his limit. He bend forward and pressed the bell to alert the driver he wanted off. Hopefully walking would help stop him wetting himself and at least he wouldn’t have an audience to hide from. He stepped off the bus and was glad to see it pull away. He pulled his hood up to shelter from the rain and gave himself a squeeze before heading home. Walking was a bit distracting and with only the dim light from streetlights it was less embarrassing rubbing his thighs and crotch as he briskly walked. Another strong urge caused him to stop and cross his legs tightly. Oh how badly he needed to piss now. He looked around, his mind frantic to find a bathroom. Asda! How could he have possibly forgotten about Asda? He quickly looked across the road and with one hand grabbing his crotch for dear life he ran across the road and down the small lane into the warm bright store. He raced along the row of checkouts feeling his piss right at the very tip of his penis. Disabled, baby change, ladies...why did the bloody gents have to be the furthest away? Chris pushed the door open with his back with both hands squeezing his crotch for dear life. As he turned his body tears of relief formed in his eyes as he saw the most inviting, heavenly, beautiful sight ever created: a urinal. Chris ran over, doubled over, feeling his underwear dampening as he unzipped his jeans and fished for his penis, which was slowly but steadily leaking. He pulled it out, aimed, and used his other hand to steady himself as his piss shot out fiercely and strongly. Chris felt a little dizzy from the intense relief and the power at which he was pissing. He sighed and panted. ‘Oh my God, that’s so much better!’
  16. Aching Archie Achie pulled off his clothing and changed into his football gear: long knee length socks, shorts, t-shirt and the all important goalkeeper gloves. He’d already had his carbohydrates for the day but they had left him thirsty and the warmth of the changing rooms didn’t help. He rummaged in his bag, tossing one empty bottle of water in the bin and opening and drinking more than half off a second one. Stretches and a pep talk later and it was time to walk out to the all important game. Lining up Archie bounced on the balls of his feet as the cold air from the double open doors cooled him quickly. Rather abruptly he realised he should have pissed before now. Now it was too late. He cast it to the back of his mind and walked onto the pitch with the obligatory mascot and young kids for some quick photos before kickoff. Walking to the goals so much ran through Archie’s head while water ran right through his body. A shiver from the cold reminded him again that he wished he’d used the gents. Nothing he could do now. The whistle blew. Archie distracted himself by concentrating on the game, watching the ball, swaying from side to side and shouting out to his team. At least he could move about. He sort of had to now. He couldn’t believe how much he had to go so quickly. His teams defence weakened and before Archie had time to think the ball was approaching him at speed. He ran towards it as it fired towards the goal, jumping up and wrapping his arms around it as the fast moving rubber slammed against his stomach. Archie bent over the ball, his hands still around it. The crowd cheered and booed in equal measure whilst Archie’s eyes watered with the sudden push against his body and the pressure in his bladder. The angle the ball had hit him was right against his bladder; his full aching bladder. He threw the ball out and dusted himself down, taking a second longer than he should when his hands ran over his slightly hard penis full of hot piss. Archie wasn’t sure what to do. Over half an hour to half time, way way longer than his body could hold, yet he was being watched by thousands live in the stadium and via cameras. He moved around from foot to foot and side to side as his bladder ached, his testicles ached and his semi erect penis ached beyond anything else to piss. With his team, the ball, and all eyes on the other side of the pitch, Archie HAD to hold himself. God did he need to piss so badly now and he dreamed of just pulling his member out his shorts and relaxing. The thought of tomorrow’s press was all that kept him holding as one hand hung over his private area so he could get a quick grab at will. Another spasm, another dance around; the aching never ending. Archie could feel the weight and fullness of his bladder against the elasticated waist of his football shorts. He was full alright, more full that he could remember feeling for a very long time. Another bladder spasm. Relentless pressure, a dull ache not easing. Archie tried ignoring it. He simply couldn’t. His penis shifted in his underwear. It flinched like a snake arising, it’s head jumping suddenly from facing down to almost horizontal, the weight of the urine in his bladder pulsating for release. Archie grabbed himself as a spurt shot out. He was at the end. His member could no longer settle and in one sudden moment it pushed forwards as more warm urine dribbled from his shorts. Archie moved around non stop. He then stopped, bent forward, hands on his hips as if scouring the stadium as his body did what it had to do. The cold temperature, the sheer volume of liquid inside him and his forgetfulness to piss combined in his body to form a formidable force he couldn’t halt regardless matter how hard he tried to stop it. He pissed. And he pissed. And he pissed. It ran down his legs in a steady stream forming two adjoining puddles on the grass beneath him. He had ached for that piss so badly the dull ache remained for a few minutes even after his body fully relaxed. He must learn to hold longer regardless of circumstances. He dreaded tomorrow’s press release.
  17. Hey, I'm back! ? As you may know, I ran out of ideas with my last story, but if this goes like I think I will, then this one won't end as abruptly, and I can keep it going for a while. ^_^ My basic idea for this one is, a girl who enjoys holding it wakes up one day and decides to hold for a long period of time. You guys get to choose the girl, how long she holds for (or tries to), what she does, who she meets, and where she goes. (When she finally loses it, I will keep it going with later stories of the girl and her friends. c:) First of all, we'll have to pick the girl. What is her age? I'm thinking anywhere from 15-25, but any age is fine. Her hair colour? Any colour is fine, really. ? Her bust size? Doesn't have to be exact, either, 'big' and 'small' work just as well. Her holding capacity? Her name? And finally, is she just a human? Or should we mix this up and make her a neko? (And depending on the girl in question, I might be able to make a picture of her in the program I use called Kisekae 2. :P)
  18. Guys, I have started writing female desperation stories blog. It is mainly based on long holds and deliberate desperation. http://life-without-toilets.blogspot.in/ Please let me know what you guys think of the stories there and suggest me some new ideas. I will really appreciate it
  19. I would like your thoughts if I may peeps!! Basically, the question is this: Why, when desperate and in a situation whereby a bathroom is not readily available, will most girls try to hide their plight and 'suffer in silence'. Feel free to disagree, but that is my line of thinking as I don't know of any girls myself that would admit to having a seriously full bladder. Some would, I know, but most; I think at least, wouldn't. So, what do you think?
  20. The clouds slowly faded away, as the looming skyscrapers of the city came into view. Erica could not wait to return home, after spending a whole year studying abroad, away from all of her friends and family. She had just completed her coursework, and now got to return home for the first time in a year. Being a college student, she maintained constant contact with everyone she knew, but it never quite was the same experience as being back in her home country. However, the first thing Erica needed, was to find a bathroom. She absolutely hated airplane bathrooms, and being in the tight cramped quarter made her quite nervous. She drank several bottles of water on the flight, along with a few alcoholic beverages. Since it was an international flight, it had been nearly twelve hours since Erica last went to the bathroom, and now she was becoming quite desperate. Since she would be arriving at the gate, she knew there would be restrooms as soon as she exited, and she could simply stop by before heading off to customs. The sound of the airplane gear dropping could be heard, and Erica tightly gripped the armrest, as the rough jolt of landing made her jump slightly. Erica could feel her bladder being pressed hardly by the tight seat belt, and the rapid deceleration did her no favors in terms of holding her pee in. However, as soon as it started, the landing was over, and the plane began to slowly taxi towards the gate. Erica sighed and relaxed, as she felt the plane slow up, and finally stop. The cabin lights turned off, and the front door of the cabin opened. Passengers immediately began to stand up and reach for their overhead bags, in a rush to get off of the plane as fast as possible. Erica stood up, and picked up her backpack from under her seat. She removed her blond her in front of her face, and tucked it behind her, as she stepped into the aisle, and deplaned. With a quick pep in her step, Erica made her way off of the jet-way, and into the terminal. She was immediately greeted with a cold blast of air conditioning, a far cry from the hot and stuffy airplane. Looking around, Erica found a sign for the restrooms, which was conveniently on the way towards the custom booths. She was almost there, and she could feel her bladder torment her by the second! Erica looked up expectantly at the sign for the women's restrooms, only to find the door shut and a note taped up on the door. She walked closer and began to read the note quietly to herself. "Due to the new law, this bathroom will be inoperable for the near future. We apologize for the inconvenience." The note read, and Erica stared at it quite puzzled. "What new law?" She pondered to herself, as she descended down a staircase towards the customs booth. Luckily, there were many booths open, and the line moved quite swiftly. Erica soon came up to the booth, and handed the officer her passport. The officer was a young man, not much older than Erica, and he looked quite bored at his job. "Excuse me...what is this...new law? There was a sign on a bathroom door that mentioned it...but what is it exactly?" Erica asked, genuinely curious. "Have you not heard? There was a law passed a few months ago...all female public bathrooms are now closed...apparently it's to save money. At least that's what the politicians say." The officer replied nonchalantly, unaware of Erica's plight. "So...are you telling me, that the only place I can use the restroom, is in my own home?" Erica asked, beginning to sweat nervously. "Yes...that is correct. So if you have to go...you're going to have to hold it until you get home."
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    I enjoyed the feeling of my pee just spurting out, despite my ultimate efforts so much. I felt such a huge relief afterwards. I have woken up about 13 hours ago and after squirming for half an hour, I gave in and had my big morning pee. Since than I've carried around regularly with my days. After 10 hours I get home and start noticing that I need to pee. I completely disregarded that as usual and started working on a project for two hours. It kept me really focused and did not realize how time passed by. At this time I was 12 hours with my hold and I started feeling pressure waves. Had to grab myself and stopped what I was doing as I could no longer focus on anything else rather than my bursting bladder. I slide my hands in towards my penis and I can feel that my bladder is extremely bulged and rock solid. Tried to press a little bit on it to asses the real situation and I just couldn't, it was hard as a stone. Trying to push nearly made me spurt in my pants too. I moved to the kitchen, sat on the couch for 10 minutes, until I really felt the pressure waves getting stronger and also some mild pain round my bladder and penis, point at which I stood up and started the camera. Had taken this pic before starting the video. By this time it was around 13 hours since my last pee.I start the camera rolling, I light up a cigarette and try to stay as calm as I can (although it is pretty difficult). Grabing myself and sligthly squirming around is really hard to control. Very shortly I grab the Pepsi bottle and take a few big mouthfuls of it - what a great idea :-) I feel the pressure harder and harder building from my bladder to my urethra. For minutes into the video I show my bulging bladder once again and try to press on it - ROCK SOLID I grab the Pepsi bottle again and chug some more out of it. Now looking at how much is left in the bottle, I am pretty confident that I drank about 1L only during this video (which means that I'll be bursting again soon :-) ). About 9 minutes into the video I light a cigarette which I put down pretty shortly as I can literally feel spasms and my pee tries to force out. I manage for the first 10 minutes of video to remain completely dry, but you can really see my desperation build up. The spasms keep getting more and more frequent and harder to control. I am squeezing and grabbing as hard as I can as my spasms just become uncontrollable and I release a spurt. I squeeze as hard as I can and manage to hold for a few more seconds and another bigger spurt just pushes itself out of me. I squeeze and grab myself as hard as I can. I leak a few more times during the first minute, having a big and visible patch. I managed to cut off the stream every time, and to my surprise for the next 3 minutes the spasms have stopped and it became bearable. After those 3 minutes I can feel the spasms starting to kick in again. I finish my cigar and with very careful footing I manage to get to the bathroom without leaking any further. In the bathroom I try to squeeze as hard as I can but the pee starts to spurt out despite my best attempts to cut it off, every few seconds. For the next few minutes I frantically leak and try the stop from peeing. Until the point I am peeing myself without being able to do anything about it. I end up with a huge soak and quite a puddle on the floor. The feeling of relaxation felt divine. A I am even surprised at how long I managed to fight the spasms and stop the flow. Sorry for the audio, the noise is from my cooler. I am really curious for your feedback

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  22. Chapter 1: When issues have to be faced “Thank goodness for the internet” Will said to himself as he sat alone in his office as always. It seemed more and more of his life, thank goodness, was able to be completed online. He liked it that way. He was much more than an introvert; he was known as the ‘weird’ guy, the ‘odd one out’ but he was unable to be anyone else. There was shy and then there was Will. Even at 28, almost 29, he had yet to meet a girl let alone date one. He liked them, oh he liked them very much, but he just couldn’t get the words out to tell them and while he had friends on social media he even struggled to message them in case he was seen as stalking them. Instead he thought about them in his head, letting his imagination run riot with all he would love to do. But today even the internet could not save him. Months previously, or maybe it was closer to a year, he had emailed his doctor about a minor issue that he could no longer self treat. He hated having to go see a doctor, or anyone really, but his cough just wasn’t shifting. By the time he had mustered the courage to get out his car, register his attendance on the surgery computer and wait to be called he was sweating and breathing way too fast. His cough could easily be treated but his doctor was way more concerned about his anxiety and social difficulties than his upper respiratory infection. She gave him some calming techniques and general advice but had said she would be referring him to a therapist in the hope he could get treatment. Today was the day he had to leave the confines of his office where he spent 8 hours a day alone, otherwise choosing to work from home. Will ate his lunch in the office, having ordered his groceries online, and never once left the room, even to use the bathroom. He had his own coffee machine and would just hold his bladder until he returned to his apartment where he could pee without anyone knowing. Will had to admit to himself he was afraid of people. Yet here he was bracing himself to have to see a therapist after work. The thought terrified him yet he knew he had to do something. He was lonely. He would never find a woman or get promoted or be able to go out with friends until he had help. He had to do this. He finished his coffee, packing his mug away in his Tupperware box to take home and wash. He went through his daily rituals for leaving work, cleaning his computer with wipes, lining his pens in order in his drawer then putting his coat on, always with the left arm in first. He crossed his legs unconsciously as his bladder reminded him he hadn’t emptied it since 7:15am. He had to admit his anxiety needed addressed as despite working in this company for three years he still had no idea where the gents even was. He just could never ask, though finding them now would really help as for the first time in three years he wasn’t able to rush home to the bathroom as he had a 90 minute appointment with a stranger. Nerves were not helping him either. Nerves always affected his bladder. In the privacy of his office Will gave his penis a little squeeze, and fidgeted a bit. He was used to holding his urine and despite many close calls he always managed to make it home with no more than a small leak in his underwear. Today would be testing his ability to the extreme. Instead of getting home at 6 he would not get home until nearer 8, two and a half hours from now. If only he could have detoured home first but Will knew he would never manage back out again and he would be too late even if he could. He checked the corridor to make sure everyone else was out of sight, picked up his backpack and headed to his car. Even if he did see the gents (though he never had before) he would be too scared to go incase someone else heard him or saw him. Within a minute he had signed out and used his card to open the doors and he was safely in his car. He let out the breath he had been holding since leaving his office as he lived in fear of someone even saying ‘bye’ as he had no idea what he should say back. Before turning on his engine and programming his sat-Nov he placed his hands over his penis again as his bladder once again sent a message for release. ‘If only the internet had a way to let me pee’ he whispered to himself. It helped him do everything else in life from having hot food delivered, groceries delivered, enabled him to stay in the ‘loop’ with family and friends via social media and entertained him via Netflix. If only the internet had a way to help him pee in private when he needed it too. Right now he could so do with that.
  23. This story is not mine, it's only a traduction I made from an italian erotic story I read on a website. Warning: sexual content I hope you enjoy! Hi everyone, my name is Tommaso and I am 23 years old. I want to tell you about what I have already mentioned in the title, of that night after which my life has not been and will never be the same again! So know that my girlfriend, a wonderful brunette named Claudia, shares my passion! What it is you will find out if you will receive the patience to read to the end! We have known each other for a short time, no more than three months, and we have already made love, I above and her below, not without kisses and various caresses, but still without particular perversions. Moreover the saying goes: the SECOND time you never forget! No proverb was ever more appropriate! So that evening Claudia and I met at a restaurant. She was dressed all in black, with a vertiginous miniskirt, stunning pantyhose and two high-heeled shoes that left her toes bare. We planned an intimate dinner, a movie night and then another night of love. However, what happened at the cinema turned the evening into a night of WILD SEX! It was a cold winter evening and we both drank too many glasses, so once we got to the cinema I said: - Sweetheart, I'm sorry but I have to go to the bathroom at any cost! Indeed, you would do well to go there too, before the film begins! -. She said: "Don't worry about me, honey, I have an iron bladder!" -. The provocation was obvious, but I didn't care, I went to the bathroom and did what I had to do. Once out, I thought it would end there. Instead she added the dose: "My poor love has a weak bladder!" -. At that point it became a sort of challenge and I replied: - Would you perhaps tell me that you would be able to resist until the end of the film? - She, perhaps emboldened by too much wine, replied: - More than the end of the film! At least home! I'm ready to bet! - -Agree! - I said - but if you lose the bet you will allow me to penetrate you from behind! - This was something she had never experienced because it frightened her, but she said anyway: "I accept!" And we clasped our hands vigorously to seal the pact. We went into the hall and found a place in the last rows, almost deserted. The film began few minutes later. But do you know what? I didn't care about the movie anymore! I had my eyes fixed on Claudia's beautiful legs, perfectly parallel and comfortably arranged on the chair. I deduced from this posture that he was not in the slightest in crisis and despaired that something would happen, but I kept waiting. My patience was finally rewarded: twenty minutes after the film began, she began to grab her pussy. "We're here!" I thought, "she need to pee!" "All right, love?" I asked her, feigning indifference. "Certainly," she replied, in the same tone. About twenty minutes later, her legs tightened frantically as she began to pant. -Love, are you really sure you're okay? - I insisted, not without a smirk this time at the corners of my mouth -Of course, darling, don't worry! - -I still see you upset- I sneaked maliciously -The movie is so compelling! to justify her, but a shadow of concern painted her face before she could hide it. The film would have lasted a long time, at least a couple of hours and she was already beginning to show signs of giving way. As time passed his despair grew, as did my satisfaction, while I was already looking forward to the sweet taste of winning the unusual bet. Towards the middle of the film her legs, from which they were joined crossed as she began to blow, almost wanting to warm herself from the cold that was in the room, in fact she used this as a justification for her agitation. The first half ended and everyone got up, but she didn't dare move from the chair to go to the bathroom, although she had intention. She didn't want to show signs of giving away, but I knew she was about to lose control. I invited her out to smoke a cigarette and she accepted. Her step was much slower than usual, and as she smoked she inhaled deeply, hoping to divert attention from the impelling need that invaded her every minute that passed. So I sadistically offered her a sip of water from my bottle to see how she would react. She was desperate, she didn't want to increase her sufferings, but even this time she made the best of a bad situation and took a sip of water as if it were poison. Meanwhile the second half was about to begin, and her bladder, now full to the brim, slowed her pace even more as we reentered the hall. The second half began, and his legs began to tremble as she squirmed in the chair. - Do you have to go to the bathroom, darling? - I insinuated, seeing her now close to giving way. By now his agitation was too obvious for him to be able to hide it, so she replied, "A little bit, but I can still do it!" Here we are! - I said to myself - she's going to piss herself! - In the half hour that followed she continued to cross her legs first in one verse, then in the other, more and more quickly, and began to have to hold her cunt every minute or two, a sign that the inevitable was about to happen. The bathroom was there, just a few steps away from her, but she didn't dare go there, so as not to lose the bet that she had let slip from her lips, but soon she could have escaped something else, and by her vulva labia!(labia and lips are homonymous in italian) Towards the middle of the second half, she whispered to me: - Love, would you let me pass, please? - - Where do you want to go? - I asked her, already guessing the answer - I would like to take a breath of air, if you don't mind! - she said in a pleading tone with doe-like eyes -It is rude to get up so halfway through the movie! - I replied, sardonically grinning - So in half an hour we go out! - -I know, but it's so hot! - -I come with you- - Thanks, love, but I'd rather go alone, if you don't mind! - She was trying to cheat! She had to be really desperate! "I think you're hiding something from me!" I insisted mischievously. "I know you too well, love, there's something bothering you, why don't you tell me what it is?" "I have to go to the bathroom!" "Why?" My hands are so dirty, I have to wash them - You can wash them at home too, honey, what's the hurry? It's not so urgent! - -I agree love, you won! I HAVE TO PEE!-she finally admitted, almost screaming in despair. Several people turned to look at us badly, to which she tried to make herself small. - So you give up? Did I win the bet? - -SI! YES! YOU WON! NOW LET ME GO, I CAN'T HOLD IT ANYMORE! - She got up abruptly to go to the bathroom, but I sat back down and started tickling her with my hand against her bladder. It was the straw that broke the camel's back! The piss so long held back began to descend copiously and abundantly from her legs, forming a wide puddle at his feet that widened more and more, wetting the miniskirt, the panties, the tights, and even the shoes with heels, feet included. Claudia's bladder seemed to take years to completely empty. When she had finished she looked around, full of shame and fear of having been seen, in fact someone started looking at her badly. When the film came to its conclusion, she hurriedly put her coat back on to hide the patch in plain sight on her miniskirt, but could do nothing to hide the puddle at her feet, nor above all the dark patch along her stunning legs covered with pantyhose. The result was that in the stretch that separated us from the exit, people kept looking at us badly and in response she tried to leave as soon as possible without looking anyone in the face.On the journey home, she didn't say a word, but once she got home she let herself go: "Of course you were a bastard, but it was an unforgettable experience!" I didn't think it was so exciting to wear it in public! That feeling of wet with the fear that others will discover you almost made me have an orgasm! Even holding it wasn't bad! - Unbelievable but true, Claudia was the real answer to my wildest erotic fantasies! For the duration of the film, seeing her squirming so bad and finally pissing herself made me horny and we had a night of wild sex. Before sinking into sleep, out of curiosity, I took a look at the clock. It was 3:40. -Wow! - I said to myself. We had returned home at around midnight, and we had begun to fuck since then, not to mention the splendid evening spent together since dinner, which took place around 8:30. Undoubtedly, until that moment, that had been the best night of my life, and even the longest!
  24. A follow on from my original series of 12 months of desperate workers. January: the gym owner Thomas was living his dream. Having been in the army for a number of years he knew and understood the importance of looking after your body and keeping fit. So it seemed perfect for him to be running his own gym. Business was doing good, party because he had been very business aware and made some great deals with local businesses that meant their employees could access the gym at a reduced cost with the employers paying the rest. For Thomas this meant he had a guaranteed monthly income regardless of how many clients came and he had just signed another deal with the NHS locally meaning he could take referrals from GP’s and pharmacists with the NHS paying a chunk of the fees. Of course Thomas knew this might change his overall client base substantially but it also generated a wider business and he needed that to survive. Thomas was thankful for loyal and well trained staff. The gym had been open three years now and thankfully he had managed to retain most of the original group of employees he had trained. Staffing was by far his biggest outlay so to help that expense Thomas worked long hours himself. January was always his busiest ever month. He was one of the few people thankful for the ‘new year, new start’ mantra and the proliferation of New Years resolutions. Thomas planned on doing al he could to break the trend of people attending the gym one month but never again. He put his life and soul into making working out as much of a passion for others as it was for him. Thomas had every part of his body honed and under his control. He ran his business like a machine and expected nothing but the best from everyone, including himself. So it came as quite a disappointment to him when Robin called in sick right in the first week of January! Thomas was fuming and found himself having to reschedule things to be able to do gym introductions to all the new clients Robin should have been training. Despite being stressed Thomas refused to let his frustrations affect his business so after his early morning workout he had a quick bottle of water in his office and a banana before seeing the first new client at 8am. Th first client signed up and paid their first month in advance and Thomas hoped he had done enough to convince them that the gym was a place for life not just for new year. Before he had even said goodbye he had to do another hours introduction to yet another new client, this time a middle aged woman who clearly hadn’t been in a gym in her life before. Thomas wasn’t even half way through the introduction when he felt his bladder sending him a signal that he should pop to the bathroom soon. He wasn’t going to walk out of an introduction though so he carried on showing the customer around and demonstrating some of the more basic equipment like the bikes and treadmill. He set a bike to its easiest setting and encouraged the client to try. She struggled and after just a few minutes Thomas helped her off. Worried he had put her off he veered her towards a side area with chairs and a computer and he switched on the computer to show some graphs and visuals of how regular exercise makes a huge difference. Thomas crossed his legs and bounced his knee a little as his need to pee increased quicker than he was comfortable with. He decided as soon as this client left he would make his way quickly to the toilet. He could see that the customer wasn’t likely to come often though she really would benefit from doing so. It wasn’t his place to judge though but he sighed inwardly when she leaned into her handbag and pulled out a can of cola. ‘Sorry, you can’t drink that in here. It’s our policy not to allow food and drink in the gym.’ ‘But they’ve all got bottles beside them?’ ‘Yes madam, water is actively encouraged and in fact everyone should be drinking around 2 litres of water daily and more if you exercise regularly. I’m afraid carbonated drinks do not count mam and we have a blanket policy if not allowing them here at all.’ ‘Mmm. Alright, can I have some water please?’ Reluctantly Thomas headed over to the water fountain and used a plastic cup to get the client some water, the gurgling water canister, the running tap and the filling cup all making his need to pee much greater. He carried the cup the few steps to the client and sat behind the computer as she casually put the cup to her lips and drank it all. ‘Thanks. How come you are not drinking since you think it’s so important then? I mean shouldn’t you be setting me an example since you seem to know everything that’s right for us?’ Thomas was annoyed. This woman had attitude and he just wanted her away so he could use the toilet and get on with his day. He had way better things to do with his morning and this was why he employed staff for tricky customers like this. Still she only had 15 minutes allocated time left in her introduction so Thomas took a deep breathe and answered as politely as he could. ‘Actually mam I have already had a quarter of my daily intake of water and will absolutely reach my two litre target and more by the end of the day. But just to show you how important it is I will have some now with you. Actually at your next introduction, should you wish to come back, my staff would be carrying out a full health check with one of those being a check to see how hydrated you actually are.’ Thomas couldn’t help but think his own measurements would be very high right now with such a full bladder but he kept quiet as he reluctantly once again walked over to the water container and filled another small cup of water and drank it all. It was cold, refreshing and lovely but Thomas knew it would just add to his already full bladder. He returned to his chair and crossed his legs while he tried to convince the customer to sign up. She left undecided and on her way out the door pulled the ring-pull to open her can of coke as if by some form of protest. Thomas sighed and shook his head before turning right around and heading for the bathroom. Except the receptionist stopped him before he got there. ‘Mr Rainman, sorry, it’s Simone from Waters Biscuits wanting to talk to you.’ Thomas turned, his bladder pushing strongly and his penis longing for release. ‘Can you ask if I can call her back please? Even in five minutes?’ ‘Unfortunately she’s about to leave the office and wanted to talk to you now before she goes. I told her you had just come to reception and were available. Sorry.’ Thomas wanted to scream. Can a man not get to have a piss around here? For goodness sake! But instead he said he would take the call in his office and went there right away. After all Waters Biscuits were one of the biggest local businesses as had a workforce of over 120 people. He could really make money if he could do a deal with them. He’d been trying to talk to them for months! He headed to his office and took the call. It lasted much longer than he wanted. For the first ten minutes he sat on his seat fidgeting and crossing his legs. He’d been so close to a bathroom, so tantalisingly close to peeing in a urinal and the thought made him so uncomfortable and increased his need exponentially. He was bursting now! He scissored his legs, bounced a little and moved his legs around. Still the call continued. He tried pacing the room. He tried standing against the wall. He even tried sitting on his table. Nothing seemed to take away from his ever filling and heavy bladder and his desperate need to piss. Still the call continued. Thomas sat back on his chair bouncing like a school boy and pinching himself closed. In his office his own water fountain gurgled, his large window overlooked the huge swimming pool and outside he could hear rain pouring down on the roof. The whole world was conspiring to make his need so urgent he felt if h e didn’t end the call soon he would regret it. He tried to close off. Simone kept talking. Thomas kept squeezing, pinching and rubbing. Simone wanted a date to meet to discuss things in more detail. Thomas wanted to piss like he had never wanted to piss in his life. He didn’t care when they met. He didn’t care how many people worked for them or how many he could sign up for his gym. He just wanted to relax and piss an ocean and NOW. Breathing heavily, sweating profusely and unable to sit or stand still Thomas suggested he pass the call back to his receptionist who could arrange a date. Things were so urgent Thomas has slipped a hand inside his gym trousers and he held his anatomy for dear life. Every second was dragging in. He was going to piss wether he was in a toilet or not. He had held as long as he could. Simone finally agreed to be passed back through and Thomas hung the cordless phone on its charger as he walked briskly to the door, one hand still down his trousers. He couldn’t leave his office in this state but if he let go he knew without a doubt he would shoot pee everywhere. He held himself tightly and headed over to the water fountain where he grabbed a small plastic cup and using his spare hand he placed the cup down his trousers and boxers and allowed a small amount of piss to escape. He had to concentrate so hard not to let much out but it was harder than he expected as his sphincter struggled to close the flow. Thomas placed the cup on his office table terrified still of letting go of his tightly pinched penis. Now free from the phone he muttered to himself. ‘Oh my God. I have to fucking piss so bad.’ He hobbled to the door still holding himself. ‘On the count of three Thomas just let go and run. You can do this.’ He told himself. So with his spare hand he opened the office door quickly pulling the other hand away from his underwear and waistband as he sprinted to the gents with urine dripping from his member. As he pushed the door open he made a beeline for the urinals pulling his elasticated joggers and boxers down as his penis strung up half erect from all his touching and urine filling it and piss cascaded out of it fast and loudly. With one hand Thomas guided his aim and with the other he leaned onto the wall, his body needing support with the effort and speed at which pee was rushing out of him. It was only 11:30am and he wasn’t due to finish work until 8pm. With all of Robin’s clients to see too he could only hope he wouldn’t need to hold again this badly before the end of the day. After all he still had one and a half litres of water still to consume and he did promise the middle age cola drinker he always drank enough. This could be a repeated problem if he didn’t watch out,
  25. Have you ever been so full and so utterly desperate and held for ages (deliberate or not) that when you do get to the toilet your body is so utterly grateful to finally go that your whole body shakes and you need to hold yourself steady either by leaning on a wall (guys) or holding onto something while you pee? I have and while it’s nit something I would do daily because it’s a bit extreme, on the occasions I have experienced it it’s definitely an incredible almost out of body experience and there really is nothing like it. Would love to know if anyone can relate and if so what the circumstances leading up to it were. Happy to share the times i’ve experienced it if anyone wants?
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