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Hi guys This time I tried a solo story within the Sisters in Piss-World where my other stories take place. This can be read completely independently from the rest. I hope you enjoy it! If you want more: __________________________________________ Véronique: Piss Abstinence Finally she could go piss. She would enjoy the living hell out of this one. It would be glorious. Véronique had prepared herself the last 11ish hours for this moment. Véronique loved to live in high spirits. Especially since she had arrived in the US, she had become more consumption orientated. Everyone here took everything for granted. Back in France, people enjoyed them selves in in very lavish ways, but much more selective. So, she set some ground consumption rules for herself. She called it fasting and would help her keep her French lifestyle. It was a very special fasting: Food: Americans went way over board with it. So, she tried this one meal a day thing and it worked great for her. She was much more focused and with good hydration she felt cleansed and energetic. Beverages: Americans were constantly drinking sodas, slushies, or some weird lattes. So unhealthy! The things Véronique liked about that, were the many possibilities to get refreshment as well as the big cups/containers. She loved being well hydrated, even slightly overhydrated. It gave her so much energy. Those 100 oz (almost 3l) bottles came in handy, as well as drinking fountains and water dispensers everywhere. So, she had decided to only drink water (lots of it) and black coffee for more focus. But no sugary or caloric drinks. Shopping: There were so many stores with an abundance of cheap items. She made a promise herself to only buy very selectively and nice stuff. She was a sucker for lingerie as an example. Right now, she was waring one of her favorite balconette bras with her nipples just not peaking out, an open blazer over it and skintight high waist trousers and black glossy wedge loafers. All of it designer made. Smoking: A bad habit she had picked up in France. But since she was fasting, she decided to drastically reduce cigarettes and link smoking only to special occasions. Sex: Sure, she loved sex. She was French and had a reputation to maintain. But everything here was so sexualized. She tried to counter this meaningless teasing by carefully limiting her orgasms and only come at special occasions. Another thing here in America were restrooms. All the shops and malls had toilets. In France toilets were so much rarer. Usually, only restaurants had lavatories. Or there were some public restrooms which were usually to gross to use anyways. So Véronique was amazed how often US girls went peeing. Yes, sure all those drinks were a factor, but she had heard some girls claiming to be bursting only to release a small tinkle. So Véronique fasted in peeing too. For her, the many possibilities to pee in America made people weak and dependent on restrooms. People here took them for granted. So, during fasting periods she should only pee before bed, in the morning before leaving her dorm and at most only once during the day. Another rule was, that toilets were strictly off limits (not even in emergencies). Finding placed to pee enhanced her creativity and gave it an additional challenge. Finally she could go piss. She would enjoy the living hell out of this one. It would be glorious. Véronique had prepared herself the last 11ish hours for this moment. She had last peed this morning, now it was early evening. In the morning she had had been sitting in her window frame. For an observer she must have looked like a goddess: Her very dark brown, shoulder long lob haircut moved in the morning breeze. Véronique had piercing grey-blue eyes usually surrounded by a smokey eye make-up. She was medium height, had small but perfect boobs and an amazingly hearth-shaped ass. So, she sat there in the window, wearing nothing but a balconette bra which only halfway covered her nipples. She had been smoking a cigarette, holding a coffee cup, one leg dangling out of the window. Enjoying the nicotine, caffeine, the fullness of her bladder and the fresh air around her pussy. The cold had hardened her nipples. Then, when the moment had felt right, she had just non-chalantly let go. A whole night’s worth of piss had rained 3 floors down into the bushes. It had been glorious. Also, since this morning she had not eaten, only drunk a considerable amount of fluids. Fasting on food and being slightly overhydrated made her feel so incredibly focused. It was addicting. Throughout the day had emptied the whole 3l water bottle and a total of 3 black coffees, including the one in the morning. So, it was no surprise that she had to piss like crazy now, almost 11 hours later. Véronique had an amazing bladder. It could hold huge quantities and performed even under extreme circumstances. Like when having sex. Usually having sex with a full bladder could be considered uncomfortable or even painful. But Véronique loved that shit. Feeling a cock inside her, while bursting for a piss was amazing. And she could always count on her bladder. But Véronique also knew its limits. Now she was dangerously close to it. She strode determined through the schools’ hallways. The high waistband of her skintight trousers pressed on her rock- hard bladder. It felt amazing being that full. She loved the feeling of needing to pee. It gave her power and confidence. But sadly, it was not sustainable. Eventually she had to empty it. She liked to edge herself to the limit but never above. She looked around for a place to go. Since she had a date later, returning home served her nothing. It would not have helped her anyways, since toilet pees were a no-no during fasting. Searching for a place, she had to press her hand into her crotch. Véronique had to go bad. She looked forward to empty her bladder. As much as she loved holding, nothing could beat that orgasmic relief after releasing hours of pent-up piss. Suddenly she noticed a maintenance door. Her heart began to hammer, her throbbing bladder became restless: it was unlocked. To her surprise it led to an abandoned alleyway between the two school buildings. A perfect place for a long sneaky pee. She carefully closed the door behind her and smiled. Finally, she could go piss. She would enjoy the living hell out of this one. It would be glorious. Véronique had prepared herself the last 11ish hours for this moment. She stuck her hand into her blazers pocket, grabbed a cigarette and lit it in her mouth. She was careful not so pull on it. So that the nicotine and relief would hit at the exact same time. The first hit of nicotine always felt amazing, almost as amazing as the first release after being piss-deprived for a long time. She opened her zipper of her trousers which was attached at the side of her waist. She lowered her pants and stuck her thumbs under the waist of her burgundy lace thong. With a careful motion she stripped it down. She felt her pussy lips tremble with anticipation. Her bladder rebelled and demanded immediate relief. She squatted down and with one hand started to massage her nipple, pulling her breast out of the balconette bra in the process. The other hand stroked her clitoris. She felt her pee coursing and sloshing in her bladder. There was so much pressure. She tried to hold it back just a second longer. But she had waited to so long and could not keep it in any longer. She needed a smoke, she needed to come und most of all she needed to piss. To release all the fluids, she had consumed today out of her exhausted bladder. She pulled on the cigarette. Relaxation and relief spread through her body. She shivered and her skin felt cool. The only place feeling hot was her peehole. With a body shaking sensation of arousal, she let go. Clear white burning hot piss, poured out of her. It felt amazing. She had to stop massaging her clitoris, her pussy was ablaze. The vibration of her peehole, caused by she sheer volume of piss rushing through it, stimulated her more than enough. She moaned as she pissed on and on. There was no stopping this flood. She had held it all day for this. Every drop was worth the pain and agony. It was sheer bliss. She felt still full and desperate to pee but also felt the relief and her bladder deflating. It went on and on. Soon the piss puddle had expanded around her shoes and far into the alleyway. She watched her jet of piss add more and more to it. After almost 70 seconds she stemmed her strong flow to a smaller, thin stream. She began stroking her pussy again. Sometimes feeling the heat of her urine with the tips of her fingers. It did not even take her 20 seconds to come. A heavy shiver rippled through her body as she felt her pussy contract and then release again. With loud gushes the rest of her bladder’s contents spilled out in waves, interrupted by the orgasm’s contractions. Eventually her bladder was empty. She sat there, crouched down, her glistering pussy out, her hard nipples exposed. In the corner of her mouth the last seconds of her cigarette’s life glimmered. The floor was covered by a massive puddle of clear and slightly steaming piss. “Well, I gotta say that was mighty hot.”, a female voice spoke out of the shadows of the alleyway. A tall brunette stepped out between two dumpsters. She was strikingly beautiful. “My name’s Bonnie and I have a proposition for you, which I am sure you won’t refuse. There is this group called Sisters- in-Piss…”

Hi guys I’m have been lurking long enough! This is my very first story and post on this site. Please note that English is not my native language and therefore the grammar may be faulty or unusual at times… I’d welcome feedback very very much and let me know if you would like me to continue writing. Sisters in Piss 1: Piss-Alley Selina got up as soon as the bell rang and darted towards the exit of the classroom. She felt the eyes of her male classmates following her while she crossed the room. They had good reason to: She was a beauty and had that particular style that caused people to be fascinated by her. Selina had a rather small and slim frame with a nicely shaped butt and a very cute set of tits which made the boys drool. She was, as always, clothed all in black: knee high boots, tight pencil skirt and a tank top. Her black hair fell over her right collarbone and her arms were covered in tattoos. She had green eyes surrounded by thick black eyeliner and smoky eyeshadow. Her lips were colored in a dark shade as well. She ignored the looks of her classmates. Usually, she enjoyed being checked out, especially by boys. Even though she wasn’t interested in men at all. But right now, she couldn’t enjoy the general admiration she got. Her mind was on something else, something much more urgent and literally pressing. Once outside the classroom she slammed her thighs together for a second. One hand pressed on her crotch. She quickly recovered from her moment of weakness and straightened up, as the hallway began to fill with other college students. With determination in each step, she began walking towards the side entrance which was unfortunately the furthest one away. But on the bright side, there were no students in that hallway, so she could grip her crotch again. Selina pressed the fabric of her tight skirt hard onto her pussy, almost clenching it through the fabric. It was unbelievable how badly she needed to pee. Her bladder was so full she didn’t even have that sloshing sensation anymore, it just felt rock hard and stretched. She began panting as her panic began to rise. Could she make it? Would she fail to hold on this time? Today her chances didn’t seem to look nearly as good as last Friday. She tried to calm her mind and ease her panic by thinking about today’s liquid intake. Her day had begun with a long morning pee which she very much needed as she had decided not to go before bed last night. For breakfast she had a glass of water and 2 cups of black coffee. During her first break she had emptied and refilled her water bottle which added a liter to the total intake. She just had two or three sips of her bottle in her last class of the morning but a whole 500ml bottle of coke during lunch itself. She remembered that she already had quite an urge then but nothing compared to the state she was in now. Her afternoon lesson was rather boring so to spice things up she had chugged down the rest of her water bottle well aware of the consequences. She had known that after said class she would get to pee and was confident that she would manage. Now her confidence was shaken. But doing the exact same thing every Friday would be boring, wouldn’t it? She had underestimated the challenge this additional water would impose. But she had to make it, just like (almost) every time before. Selina continued her walk down the hallway. She could feel her burning hot pee pressing against her pee-hole, almost hearing it beg to be let out. While she had been sitting in the classroom her legs were crossed and she was very uncomfortable. Her bladder was painfully full but she had felt rather calm. The second the bell had rung at 2.30pm she had jumped to her feet. And that was the exact moment when her current situation had begun. Standing up had caused the pain to subside but it had also immediately been replaced by incredible desperation and urgency. She knew her chance to pee would come in just minutes and that knowledge made matters much much worse. She had to stop walking down the hallway and press her legs together. That second, she almost began to cry, it was extraordinarily bad today. In a desperate attempt to contain the copious amount of piss inside of her she lifted one leg and doubled over. While she was in that awkward pee dance pose, another girl caught up to her. It was Selina’s girlfriend Angelina. She was very good looking too, even more so in Selina’s eyes. Angelina had shoulder length red hair which was exceptionally straight, bright red lips and piercing blue eyes. She was wearing a white crop top which displayed her huge breasts nicely. Her legs were covered in stocking socks which ended just beneath ripped, faded and very tight jean hot pants. On her feet she was wearing red converse sneakers. Angelina smiled at Selina, gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and together they walked towards the exit. Selina couldn’t help notice that Angelina had that weird walk like she always did when she had been needing to pee for a long time. It resembled the waddle of a pregnant woman, small quick steps but with her legs close together. Her usually flat belly sported a prominent bulge. Selina forgot for a second about her own need as she admired in awe that large, sexy bulge her girlfriend carried towards the door. Angelina had stuck one thumb in the waistband of hot pants and pulled them away from her distorted belly as much as she could, which was not a lot at all. Selina forced herself to stop staring and immediately grimaced as another wave of desperation hit her: “Oh thank god you’re here, I don’t know what I had done if had to wait for you again. I’m about to burst here.” “Tell me about it babe, my bladders feels like it’s about to pop. You’re in for a real gusher.” Angelina’s face was pained and Selina was literally shaking as they made for the exit. With quick steps they hurried towards their usual spot, a well-hidden, narrow maintenance alley between two of the school buildings. The second Selina turned into the alley she stuck her hand under her tight skirt and gripped her black lace panties. While walking she yanked them down, stepped out of them and hastily stuffed them into her purse. “Quick Angie, I gotta go so fricking bad!” she exclaimed in a begging voice. “Geez Sel, you know I can’t walk that fast when I am THAT full” she replied while pointing at her bulge which stretched the front of her crop top. In the meantime, Selina had arrived at their niche, a 2m wide gap between two dumpsters. She tossed her purse onto one of them and pulled up the front of her skirt facing the wall. “Angie I’m begging you, hurry! I have to piss!”, she said in a now shaking voice and slamming her knees and thighs together while one hand tightly grabbed her pussy. Angelina arrived in the gap next to Selina, now also with one hand between her legs. With great difficulty she opened the button of her hot pants who sat even tighter than usual because of her extended bladder. While fumbling with the button, she doubled over twice in the process. Selina was in a half squat, now both hands clenching her aching pussy, her weight shifting from one foot to the other. “Pleeeease, im gonna burst!”, she said to Angelina with clenched teeth and eyes floating in desperation. She was in a state of pure urgency. A primal urge, that absolute vital need where she didn’t care about anything else than just being able to go. Every last bit of discipline and willpower was focused on her sphincter and her hand keeping her bare pussy shut. The sheer crazed signal of need her bladder was sending made her wince in panic and despair. Angelina wasn’t listening to Selina, now that the button was undone her own desperation had worsened tenfold. She ripped her zipper down, pulled the fly wide apart while pulling her white lace thong to the side and exposing her vagina in one swift motion. She was breathing very heavy as she muttered with her last force: “Now.” In an incredibly explosive and swift motion Selina rose from her half squat removing her hands from her pussy. She thrust her hips forward, now standing with stretched legs, yanked up skirt and bare slit facing the wall. She had let go even before she had reached the complete upright position and started pissing full force the very instant, she was standing. Her arch of clear white pee hit the wall with force, empowered by the momentum of her hip thrust motion into the standing position. She moaned softly, her mouth slightly open and her eyes closed in pure bliss. It felt orgasmicly good and she enjoyed how incredibly full her bladder still was. Her pee, still aching to come out felt burning hot on her pee-hole. Her stream was hitting the wall with a steady continuity and even pressure. Angelina had just with her last force given the go as her flood gates broke. She began to pee at exactly the same moment as Selina. Her legs wide apart, also in a standing position she let go through the opened front of her hot pants. She didn’t wet the fabric but her pussy was trembling from ecstasy and the sheer pressure of boiling piss. She thrust her head backwards, her mouth wide open and her eyes half closed. Her moan was silent but she stuttered: “Oh fuck! Oh my god yes.”, under her breath. Unlike Selina’s, Angelina’s stream was not steady at all. It was like a tub turned on full force, splashing against the wall not in an arch, but more like a straight jet. After a couple of seconds, the force lessened and her stream sprayed the wall like a garden hose. Then came another gush where her clear piss shot out of her again like a pressure washer. This torrent lasting much longer than the first wave. Gush after gush her bulge began to deflate. Her sneakers and tights were being sprinkled by small droplets but she didn’t care, her relief was just too great. Selina had completely forgotten her surroundings; it was just her and her glorious piss. Slowly she could feel her bladder deflate and came to the point where she would normally feel comfortable but her steady stream just went on, still in dire need. It was about a minute after she had begun peeing where she reawoke from her trance. She was brought back to reality when Angelina let go a long sigh. Angelina squeezed out a last long and hard spurt as she finished, finally feeling empty again and her whole body fully relieved. She grinned and stepped out of her wide stance, now standing in the huge puddle which had spread through the hole 2m gap and mixed with Selina’s piss. The large puddle of clear white pee began trickling into the middle of the alley and run down a rain drainage. Angelina readjusted her thong, pulled up her zipper and buttoned up her hot pants. She went to her backpack, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. She then leaned on the dumpster, still standing in the puddle and watched Selina wo was still peeing steadily. “Geez Sel, I have never seen someone who pees as long as you do.” Selina turned her head towards Angelina and smiled: “It’s not my fault that you pee like a sick fucking race horse. But I really had to go, it feels like I’m almost empty but it’s still coming.” They both chuckled. “Yeah, it definitely looks like you needed that. I almost thought you couldn’t wait for me this time.”, Angelina said before taking another pull on her cigarette. “It was an incredibly close call. Once I am in Piss-Alley my brain tricks me and sends all signals to initiate piss-mode.”, Selina replied, the strength of her stream began to lessen slowly. She continued talking, still peeing and looking at Angelina: “Don’t pretend like you didn’t almost flood yourself too, I saw the bulge that was going on there.” “Yeah…”, Angelina replied while watching her girlfriend and her still ongoing pee “…I was about to ask the professor for a bathroom pass but then I saw your text and forced myself to hold on just a little longer.” There were about 5 seconds of silence, the only noise was Selina’s pee which was not hitting the wall anymore but directly adding to the puddle she was standing in. Then it finally ended rather abruptly. “Damn Angie your crazy powerpiss totally splashed my boots again, you gotta control yourself there.” Selina said with pretended anger and took her panties out of her purse. She proceeded to wipe the drops on her boots with them and then tossed the panties back in her bag. That moment a third girl rushed into the alley. She was almost running, taking big steps in her wedge booties. The girl had long wavy brown hair, and large golden hoop earrings. Her lips were colored in a brownish red, matching her hazel eyes. She had an average body but rather large hips which looked phenomenal in the dark red tube dress she was wearing. “Hey girls.”, she said breathlessly and thrusted her purse into Selina’s arms. Pulling her dress up she proceeded to squat down between the two dumpsters, her back facing the wall. She had not reached a full squat as she started to pee into Selina’s and Angelina’s puddle. She lifted her head and watched the other girls, smiling with an expression of relief. Angelina was the first to speak: “See Sel, that’s what I meant the other day. I have no idea how you can manage to do this Nancy. The pantyless thing you do all day. When I’m holding and my pussy feels fresh air I start pissing right away.” Nancy was going forcefully and steadily but rather messy, her thick getting thighs splashed with pee. “Oof I needed that.”, she said while spreading her legs a bit wider. “How come?”, asked Selina, “I thought you normally didn’t participate in the Weekend-Celebration-Piss?” “I wasn’t planning to”, Nancy answered, “I had a free period just before lunch and went for coffee with Nick. And I had like 4 cups and needed to go quite bad already. Then… SHIT!” Nancy had begun gesturing wildly while telling her story and had lost balance. Her weight shifted backwards and she just managed to stop her fall with her hand, submerging it in the puddle. Her new pose caused her jet of pee to go straight up in the air. The shock seemed to force more pee to rush out of her pee-hole, showering herself completely and the two other girls’ legs in piss. She quickly got back up in a proper squat. “Fuck. Sorry about that…” “Dammit, Nancy! You’re such a mess!”, scuffed Angelina. “Yeah, I know. I know. Anyways…”, continued Nancy, “…after the coffees he was horny and we went for a quicky. Then I was suuuper late and didn’t got a change to pee before class.” Angelina rolled her eyes. Nancy saw it and exclaimed: “You two cheeky lesbians wouldn’t understand! I like Nick ok!?” “Here”, Selina said and handed her the slightly moist panties from her purse. “Thanks”, Nancy said and began patting her face and bosom dry, still peeing. After another 20 seconds the seemed to be done and got up, taking a deep breath. She wiped her wet hand with Selina’s panties and gave them back to her. Angelina put out her cigarette and tossed it down the rain drainage. “So, are you girls up for a Max-Capacity-Night later?” “Absolutely!”, answered Nancy looking calm and relieved now. “Of course!”, said Selina with a broad smile. Angelina nodded: “Right on. I’ll text in the Sisters in Piss chat later for tonight’s rules. How about your place Sel?” “Sure.” They were about to leave as Nancy cursed: “Fuck! Looks like I got some left.” She hiked her dress up again and let out another thick stream of pee, lasting about 5 seconds. This time she didn’t bother squatting down, which caused her to pee over her booties. “I could give you some pointers on how to pee standing up you know…”, Selina said in a suggesting and concerned tone. “Yeah, that might actually be a good idea, let’s get back to that tonight.” Selina was on the bus home when her phone vibrated. A notification from the SiP chat popped up. She grinned while reading Angelina’s message: “Tonight 8pm at Sel’s: Max-Capacity-Night. For the rules: - Empty your bladder until 3pm. (Sel, Nanc and I already did in Piss-Alley😉) - Make sure to drink 1 liter of water until 6pm and another 500ml until 8 - Bring a sixpack of beer Looking forward to it! -A Selina pocketed her phone and took a big sip from her water bottle; tonight, was a going to be a fun night.

I'm asking for another video, since you guys were so great at finding the last one which I appreciate. This one might be trickier though! This one was on Xvideos. I followed a channel who had 100s of omorashi/pee content that was wiped out. What I remember is a girl who was seemingly doing yoga or just posing and standing in a room naked. The video goes on for a bit, and you can see she gets more and more desperate. When she starts to pee, I think she kind of tries to hold it or hide it by pressing her legs closer, but briefly you hear a man's voice(I think in another language) tell her to keep her legs apart or stay in the pose and she seems embarrassed. I think the pose was her standing both legs apart or one leg/foot resting on her other leg. Like the tree pose. It's not the one on clips4sale by that pee girl. Down below I have a screenshot attached of what at least looks super similar to the video I remember. It's the closest thing I've found, but I'm also not completely sure if it's the exact right one. Edit: I found the video from the screenshot, and it's definitely not that one. However, the setup and thumbnail still very similar to the one that was on Xvideos.

View File Desperate wetting after drinks (witch outfit) Hey everyone! I took my partner out for drinks last night and I was absolutely busting when we got home. My partner switched on the camera just as I was about to flood my tights and little black boots. We were both very into this little witchy outfit 🖤 Don't mind my trajectory (I wasn't wearing underwear under my tights- no nudity tho!) Submitter themerger Submitted 11/07/2023 Category Transgender (MtF)  

Some pees you always remember vividly. This is one of those and after hearing this story you’ll know why. I was too shy to ask, had to hold hours then found myself in a church ministers house dribbling in extreme urgency… This was the first experience I ever shared on here 4 years ago now on audio for anyone who likes to hear instead of just reading… Longest hold.m4a

Long time reader, first time poster. Lifelong omo fan. I couldn’t believe this happened to me so I had to share! To preface the story, I finally decided to fly my first padded flight. But this isn’t a story about diapers, you’ll see. I packed a mega max in my bag and put it on after security. I had some dinner before the 6pm flight and boarded at 530. At 545 the captain came on and said there was a mechanical issue, should only take an hour to fix so he’d keep us on the plane and then we’d be able to take off. I was so thirsty from the salty dinner I had I kept drinking my Nalgene. Two hours went by and I still didn’t have to go. The pilot finally came back on and said we’d be deplaning and would have to wait longer. We deplaned, I kept drinking because I was so dehydrated. Finally at 9pm they told us our flight would be delayed until 8am the next morning. I was so frustrated, and amazingly didn’t need to pee at all. I think because it was the end of the day and I had such a salty dinner, I just didn’t need to go. So I went home in my dry diaper, livid that this ordeal happened. I felt so dehydrated from the day and probably drank 2 additional liters before I went to bed. The next day… I woke up at 5:45am for the rescheduled flight. I didn’t even have to pee that bad when I woke up despite all that I drank the night before. And since I was still mad about the fact that I couldn’t fly out the night before, I was not in the mood to pad up again, so I didn’t pack a diaper. I had my morning coffee before I left, I’m a big cold brew guy, then left my house and headed to the airport. Security took longer than usual and I cleared it with 10 minutes to spare before boarding. At this point I surprisingly did not need to pee. Coffee usually goes right through me, especially a 12oz cold brew. Likely because of the adrenaline of the whole past 12 hours and the fact that it was almost time to board, I didn’t feel any urge. I boarded the flight at 7:20am. I’m a window seat guy and I was seated in the 12th row. Upon sitting down I felt the first urge to go, but nothing remotely bad. By the time the plane finished boarding, at about 8am, the urge was definitely there, I’d say a 5/10. For a normal person they’d probably try to find a bathroom at this point but I honestly felt fine. Years of omo and desperation has made be become very in tune with my body. I know how much I’m holding and how long I can go. As someone with a bladder capacity of 1.2L, a feeling of 5/10 is a walk in the park. I figured we’d be up in the air within the hour and I’d be good to go before the beverage service starts. It was now 8am, our officially departure time, and 40 minutes after I had boarded. At this point I officially had to pee. The urge was now constant. I’d say it was a 7/10 which for me is still manageable. Then the captain made an announcement. First he said it would be a few more minutes until we pushed back because we were waiting for paperwork. He then went on to detail the flying route and said that upon take off we’d hit some turbulence and that he’d keep the seatbelt sign on at first, and that after 30 mins or so we should be good for the rest of the trip. Now this is when I started to do some mental math: a few more minutes at the gate + taxiing at a busy airport + turbulence at the start of the flight. A bit of anxiety began to creep in. I wondered if I should pee now since it seemed like it could be a long time until the seatbelt sign was off. But I hate when people delay a departure. Was I going to be the guy that stands up right as the captain says he’s ready to push back from the gate? I could never be that guy. Plus the embarrassment of asking my two row-mates to get up. I hate letting other people know that I need to go. So I said to myself I’d wait. Well another 30 minutes went by, it was now 830, and I was officially becoming desperate. I could feel the coffee taking its full effect, not only filling my bladder more rapidly, but creating noticeable contractions every few minutes. Maybe it’s just me but sometimes a full bladder due to coffee or alcohol feels a lot more urgent than one due to water. At this point I was an 8/10 and knew I needed to do something about it. As I’m thinking this all over, the captain says we finally got our paperwork and we were ready to push back from the gate. I was a bit relieved, I figured maybe 30 more minutes, it would be a bit tough but still nothing unmanageable for me. After pushing back from the gate the plane sat on the tarmac. It didn’t move for another 15 minutes. As it started moving and we taxied over the bumpy runway I approached 9/10. I had my hand in between my legs. I knew I had at least a liter in my bladder and was approaching my personal danger zone. I kind of laughed to myself at this point. Like, come on, you hold your pee all the time. You know how many people have to probably pee right now? You’re an expert at this don’t worry just keep holding. As we taxied out I saw the line of planes in front of us through the window. At least 10 planes. This is when I knew I officially would not make it. I thought of all the water I drank over the last 12 hours, and how the cold brew unlocked the flood gates. I needed to use a bathroom and I needed it badly. I started to get to the point in holding where muscles were tingling. But despite this overwhelming tingling feeling I know that ‘federal aviation regulations prohibit passengers from being out of their seats on an active runway,’ so I continued to hold it. At this point it’s 9am. We’re slowly making our way down the line to take off. I realized I was going to be “that guy”. I didn’t have a choice. It was at the point where I could feel the pee in my penis. I turned to my row-mates and said “hey I’m actually going to try to pee quickly before we take off.” They looked at me with glares of confusion. The person next to me actually said “now?,” but went on to say ok. I stood up and approached the front bathroom. The urge immediately worse upon standing. The two flight attendants were seated in the jump seat. I placed my hand on the door knob when the flight attendant said “sir, sir you need to sit down right now” I responded in a pleading voice “I’m so sorry I know I’ll only be 30 seconds.” “I can’t let you do that, I can lose my job, and I’ll have to inform the captain, please just sit back down.” The little kid in me came out, “I have to pee really bad, please.” “Sir I’m sorry sit down, you can go once we take off” he said. I debated just going into the bathroom but I told myself to man up and go back to my seat. It was the biggest walk of shame of my life as I walked back to my seat. This whole conversation clearly in earshot of first class and likely my row. Again I hate telling people I need to pee, let alone a whole plane of people knowing I’m bursting. Well I had no choice and sat back down. At this point I could feel my muscles getting tired. I was officially full. I put my sweatshirt in my lap and was squeezing the head of my penis as hard as I could. I’m not a big leaker but I could feel a small wet spot from under my fingers. The plane raced down the runway. I was officially approaching 10/10. The only thing preventing a full accident was me grabbing. At this point there was no hiding from my row-mates as I had my legs crossed, doubled over towards the window. As the plane ascended I told myself I’d wait 2 minutes and then get up. The second the plane leveled out for the first time I turned to the person in the middle seat and said “I’m so sorry to make you get up again but I need the bathroom.” “When you gotta go you gotta go,” they said. This made me even more embarrassed for some reason. As I stood up in my row and let go of my crotch I could feel my muscles tiring out. Immediately my pants began to feel warm, I had reached my limit and had about 10 seconds until a river of pee would begin running down my leg. I sprinted up the aisle, the flight attendant saying “fine” as I entered the bathroom. As I entered the bathroom the floodgates opened. I instinctively forcefully lowered my pants to my knees. I realized immediately that the toilet lid was down. I didn’t have time to open it so I immediately turned to the sink and unleashed what was likely over 1.2L of urgent pee. My face felt flushed with relief. I looked down and saw my undies were soaked. Luckily I was wearing dark plastic-nylon like joggers so the pee didn’t leak through. I threw my undies away in the bathroom trash and went commando back to my seat. There was already a queue of 3 people waiting to pee when I came out, clearly I was not alone. While this was hot in retrospect, it was terrifying in the moment. I went and bought Goodnites for the flight back and wore one. Truly not sure if I’ll ever be able to fly without protection again.

Firstly, I'd like to say hello to everyone and apologize I've been so slow at responding to messages. I also know you've all been expecting me to post the next chapter of "A Strange Encounter - The Mistress and Her Unwilling Prisoner" and I have great news about that, as the next chapter is almost finished and will be up soon. However, this post is about something else that happened to me a couple of days ago. It's rather long, so if you don't have time, you should better get back to this when you have a bit more, as it's worth it :D So, I just got back after doing some traveling around Europe and I brought a few gifts for friends. I met one of them two days ago in town to give her the chocolates I brought over. We met in town at around 8 o'clock and went for some pizza. It definitely wasn't a date but I haven't had so much fun and also quality conversation in a long while. Everything normal, until we went to this great pub that has a selection of locally-produced beer. People usually buy it in fours, as they come from bright yellow (regular lager colour), to reddish, brown and full black, and my friend felt compelled to buy me one of those in exchange for her chocolates. That was exactly two lovely litres of liquid. Yum! We stayed there for around 2-3 hours, in which I peed twice. I finished all my beer, which was absolutely great, and we had to leave as the place was closing. I must admit that I have skipped going to the loo before leaving, even though I was already filling up again after my last toilet trip. She joked about the fact that I went twice in the span of half an hour and I decided to not give her any more reasons to make fun of my bladder size, of which I am actually proud. There were no buses at that time, so I walked her back to her place which was a decent 20 minutes away from town centre. After dropping her off and making a huge effort not asking her if I can use her toilet real quick, I turned back towards town centre. (To go home I had to go through town centre once again and head in the opposite direction.) That was good, as I was already feeling my bladder really bad and I was planning to go use the toilet at McDonald's in town before carrying on with my journey. I really wasn't in the mood for a hold and even with my big bladder, two litres of beer is definitely not a joke. I got to McDonald's quite quickly, but as you can probably guess from the title, I didn't get to use the loo there, as the bouncer locked it after someone puked all over it. Great. At 1 o'clock at night everything else is already closed apart of that stupid McDonald's. Even KFC closed at 12... I soon realised there were no other toilets I could use apart of my own, which was 30+ minutes away. But I'm a big boy, I got home nearly losing it in my boxers many times before, so this wasn't really an unusual situation. I decided it might be a good idea to actually take a taxi back home at this point. I was filling up way too quickly and a taxi would've been my best bet to make it home in comfortable time. After losing almost 10 precious minutes trying to stop a taxi, I realised that I just need to start heading home on foot. I really couldn't afford losing more time as my bladder was already aching. It was a huge surprise to me to be that desperate, that quick. I guess it must've been the alcohol in the beers I had, along with the fact that I drank a huge amount of liquid in a short time span. I couldn't sit still and, biting my lip, I decided to start walking as fast as I can. What happened next is right out any of one of those cheesy Bound2Burst movies, because two police officers stopped me in the street. I was quite anxious to be honest, not knowing how long they'll keep me there or what they want. I could honestly picture myself slowly soaking my jeans in front of them as I casually answer all their questions. Fortunately enough, they just asked if I saw anybody running in the opposite direction, as there was a pretty messy fight a few minutes before. I finished with them and carried on with my desperate walk. I was so, so desperate! I was literally bursting. You can't imagine how embarrassing it can be for a guy to get that desperate... My bladder felt like a rock bopping up and down in my lower abdomen and it was really uncomfortable to walk fast. I eventually had to slow down and walk with my right hand in my pocket, secretly but strongly pinching my cock to help with the desperation. There were many people on the streets, as everybody was heading home at that time, so I couldn't really do anything more obvious. The people also made the idea of simply wetting behind a tree or a car impossible. In addition, as some of you might already know, I have a policy for not peeing in the street. I just hold it. For me, it's either a toilet or a pair of jeans. I was getting closer to home when it started to become more obvious that it might be impossible to get back dry though. It's a truly unique feeling, and everybody into omorashi knows it well enough, where the voice in your head just tells you "Jean, you will not make it. You know you will wet yourself soon...". Strangely enough, I felt it like a challenge this time. On another occasion I would've simply let it go in my pants. I love the feeling of a soaked pair of jeans and the incredible desperation I was going through would have definitely led to a very, very big and satisfying wet mess. But no, I decided that I am a big boy and that I can hold it until I get home. I took it as a challenge, but had to undo my belt... I really wanted to prove I can hold it for as long as I want and that I am in charge and decide when my bladder empties its content and when it doesn't. I was close now. Also, there were less people on the street so I made the most of it by getting a good front grip on my crotch. I was incredibly horny at this point and had to deal with a huge and noticeable bulge in my jeans too. A long, desperate and horny walk. When the powerful waves of desperation started hitting I had to walk even slower to not lose it. Moreover, I had to stop every 100 feet, cross my legs and regain my composure for a few moments. A cold sweat was a final warning signal to what will soon follow if I don't get to a toilet in time. Then I spurted. Yes, I SPURTED! The first time in my life that I actually spurt; I usually just explode all at once. It was such a strange, alien feeling to be able to stop the flow after a few drops hit my boxer-briefs. Although I wasn't dry anymore, there still was a chance of getting home with a pair of dry jeans. And I was wearing my favourite pair of shoes, which I definitely didn't want to soak in waves of warm urine. The last 5 minutes of my walk were full of ever increasing spurts which, sliding my hand inside my jeans, I found have left my underwear dripping wet. There was a noticeable wet patch on my blue jeans already, but I could see my house. That was the longest walk ever. With 10 feet to my front door, I could already feel the huge relief and hear the pee splash in the porcelain toilet bowl. Soon! But I lost it. I completely lost it and started peeing full force as I was frantically searching my pockets for the front door key. I just couldn't stop peeing. I couldn't. I was gripping my cock so hard through the wet material of my jeans it hurt, but to no avail. Pee was jetting out of my throbbing cock and I couldn't even slow the stream down. And it was so loud! It was hissing, I could here it as the stream was going through my boxers and was hitting my jeans. It had to be almost two minutes of continuous peeing followed by a lovely hissing sound. I almost finished peeing when I realised I was still standing with my legs double-crossed, still trying to stop the flow. What mess have a I made?! I was standing in a 2 feet - wide puddle. My shoes were full of pee and all squishy. I also apparently came in my boxers in the process. I eventually got in the house and when I got in the bathroom, I emptied all the pee out of my shoes (once again, just like in a cheesy B2B movie :P) and admired myself in the mirror. I wasn't even mad that I didn't make it home in time, dry, or that I have lost my own personal challenge. It didn't matter. The relief was absolutely incredible and this has to be one of my best wettings ever. And the best relief feelings too! It was real, big, messy, unplanned. It was perfect! My white ankle socks were completely soaked and almost transparent and my red boxer-briefs were almost entirely wet, it was actually hard for me to find a dry patch on them. The jeans had a lovely wet pattern on both the front and their back. Something else that I've never done before now is that I actually kept my wet boxers on and slept in them. In the morning, they were nice and dry and I decided to pee in them once again in the shower. This was absolutely incredible! Guys, this is pretty much it and I do hope you enjoyed it. Two lessons are to be learnt from this experience: 1. You cannot walk faster than your bladder can fill up. 2. You can actually piss yourself on your front door step. I thought that is just something dramatic that they like to show in videos, that you wet yourself seconds and feet away from relief, but this experience taught me the exact opposite. Pretty weird way to learn a lesson if you ask me... Once again, I really hope you had a great time reading this and please let me know what you think. Off topic, I have some pictures from a hold I've done some time ago and I'm thinking of sharing them with you. They're just about me being really desperate in a pair of jeans (which remain dry in the photos). Crossing legs, crotch holding, you get the idea. Let me know.! Jean

Check Mate - A Desperate Experience from my School Years A true experience, remembered from a long time ago, and fictionalised as best I can.......: Several years ago, when I was at secondary school (High School for those in the USA!) I was a member of the school chess team. We used to play tournaments at our school, and visiting other schools. These always took place after the end of the school day. We always played in school uniform as we were representing the school, so I was dressed in my grey school trousers, white shirt, blue and yellow school tie, and my blue school blazer. So on this day, I'd done a full school day, then after school, we all got into the minibus, and drove across the town to a school on the other side where todays tournament was happening. I'd gone for a pee earlier in the afternoon, but didn't go before we left. But really, I should have been fine. We arrived at the school and went into the classroom where the tournament was happening. An average classroom, brown wooden parquet floor, grey and white wooden desks, with metal legs. Plastic school chairs. Windows down one side of the room looked out onto the twilight of the winters afternoon. It was all set out as usual, with 6 or 7 desks pulled out, a chair on each side, and a chess board between. Water was provided - two cups and two bottles on each desk. First game underway, and I was concentrating hard, absentmindedly drinking water as I pondered and considered my moves. Forty-five minutes later, the match was over. I won. When each pair had finished their first round match, we all swapped round, reset the chessboards, and the waters got replenished. It was pretty hot and stuffy in the classroom, the heating full blast on this cold winters day, so plenty of the water was being drunk. A general hubbub of conversation surrounded the reset, scraping of chairs on the floor as people stretched their legs. The second round started, the room fell silent again, only broken by the occasional scuffing of the chess pieces being moved on the boards, and the sounds of water being poured and drunk. This match went long. About an hour later, my opponent finally check mated me, and it was over. By this time, I was aware that the water I had drunk was beginning to have an effect on my bladder. I needed a pee. Not desperately yet, but the sensation was there - the tension in my bladder, the pinpricking urge in the end of my penis. My game was the last one to finish, so we were quickly reset, and into the third and final round. I was still pretty confident that I could make it through this game and back to my school, then go for a pee. I sat down opposite my opponent, and crossed my legs, squeezing my thighs together for a moment as I did so. My urge subsided slightly. I looked across at my opponent. A very pretty girl, of about my own age. Helena. As she opened the game, I shifted in my seat, and crossed my legs the other way. It helped a bit, but my bladder was filling. I could really feel the tension in my lower abdomen, the urge in my crotch intensified. I wiggled slightly in my chair, trying to numb the urges, and focussed on the game. Helena was a good player - challenging every attack I made, constantly on the ball, making her moves quickly, precisely. We played on, my fidgeting growing as time passed. I was really in a bad way by now, desperate to pee, clenching and clenching my muscles, trying to fidget as little as possible so that hopefully neither Helena nor anyone else would realise my predicament. I was at that shy stage of young teenage years where you really don't like to admit to the need for bodily functions - particularly not in front of pretty girls that you've only just met. Our game lasted fifty minutes, give or take a few. Helena won. She probably would have on any day, but today especially, I simply couldn't focus properly. I made silly mistakes, and she immediately seized on them and capitalised. I shook hands with her, pushed my chair back, and carefully stood up, clenching hard to avoid shaking my legs or squirming. It was no good. There was no way I was going to make it through the minibus ride back to school. I looked for a teacher, found one, and asked if I could use a toilet. He frowned. It was 5pm by now, way after the school would normally be open and the caretakers might have started shutting up for the night. They might still be open though and he told me where they were. So far, I'd managed all this pretty discreetly, but then to my horror he called Helena over - "Helena, could you show this young man where the boys toilets are?" I blushed, crimson red, a prickly heat of embarrassment flowing over me. But I was in no position to back out - I HAD to go. Standing on the spot I was fighting the urge to squirm and jiggle up and down, or grab myself to numb the desperate urge in my penis for a moment. A delicate blush painted Helena's cheek - she too, was clearly not comfortable. She led the way out of the room, down the corridor. I tried to keep a step or two behind her, so that she wouldn't notice my sightly stiff walk, my hand in my pocket, my occasional squeezing of my penis as I fought to hold my desperate young bladder. Turn, first left, then right. Up another corridor. Silence. No small talk. Helena walked hurriedly, not turning to look at me. The sound of her steps on the tiled floor echoed in the empty corridor. I shuffled equally hurriedly behind her. Please let them be open. Please. Please. Please. As we approached the toilets, I gave my penis one last squeeze and clenched hard. Just in time. Helena turned to face me. "Here they are." "Thank you!" I turned to the door and pushed it. Unyeilding. Locked. My heart sank. It must have showed in my face. "Wait," Helena said, "I'll try the girls for you, I can always stand outside and make sure nobody goes in." I could have kissed her. Though clearly embarrassed by the whole situation, she was trying her best for me. She stepped across the corridor to the girls. Taking the opportunity of her turned back, I bounced up and down behind her, squeezing my legs together, fighting, fighting, fighting to hold it in. Helena raised a hand to the girls toilet door and pushed. It too was locked. I began to panic. There was no way I could hold it all the way home. I straightened up just before she turned back to me, but not quite in time. She caught me straightening, and immediately looked away. "Are you going to be ok?" she asked, real concern in her voice. "Yes," I lied, "I'll be fine, I'll just wait till we get back." Back through the corridors, Helena walking ahead of me, me lagging behind, hand in my pocket again, squeezing my penis, desperately trying to numb the intense urge in it's tip enough to keep my pee in. I could feel the muscles in the base of my penis fluttering with the effort of clenching, and the fullness of my bladder heavy in my lower abdomen. As we reached the classroom again my teammates were just leaving to get back on the bus. I turned to follow them. "Bye,' said Helena suddenly, "sorry I could't help." I turned, briefly forced a smile, then followed out of the building towards the bus. I chose a seat at the back of the bus, with a row to myself. The bus was a 16 seater, and there were only 7 in the chess team, so spreading out was not a problem thank goodness. As the bus pulled out of the school, I sat and squirmed in my seat, willing my muscles to hold on that little bit longer, willing my bladder to be big enough to hold to school. Minutes passed. The bus rocked, shuddered and jolted as we drove back through the town, every jolt, every turn sending spasms through my bladder. About half way home the urge intensified suddenly. I clenched hard, sat forward, rocked back and forth in my seat, grabbed my penis and squeezed for all I was worth. Clench. Clench. I felt my muscles flutter. CLENCH. Squeeze. Flutter again. I felt a spurt escape, felt it flow though my tubes, felt it come out of the tip, and felt it's dampness against my fingers through my trousers. Shit. Panicking, I bounced up and down, violently squeezing myself, clenching as hard as I could. Another spurt. Another, another. I was losing control. I could feel my boxers growing wet around me, as I kept squeezing myself I could feel the crotch of my trousers dampening against my fingers. Shit, shit, shit. I looked around. Nobody was watching, everyone else looking out of the windows of the bus into the darkness as we drove through the housing estate around the school. Nearly there. Squirming and clenching like mad, I regained a bit of control, and held back the spurting. I looked down at my crotch. Even in the darkness of the bus I could see my trousers had a wet patch. How was I going to get off the bus? I did up my blazer. It covered my crotch, just. I kept squirming, kept clenching - if I could just hold on 5 more minutes I could be off the bus and into the toilets at school. The minutes passed slowly. My young, tired muscles struggled. I felt another spurt escape, fresh wetness flowing into my boxers and trousers. Grabbing myself and squeezing myself I stopped the flow again. I could feel the pee against the inside of my leg, the fabric of my trousers growing wet from it. The bus stopped. Engine died into silence. Among the bustle of people getting bags and coats I gingerly stood, one hand in my pocket, one hand holding my blazer in place trying to disguise that I had started to wet myself. Everyone got off the bus ahead of me. I shuffled down it, and stepped off, every step I took threatening to overpower my control, threatening my clenched muscles. Another spurt. I squeezed myself and kept squeezing, trying to physically prevent any more pee coming out, though I could feel my full, tortured, tired bladder contracting, trying to force it out. I could't clench against it anymore, I just couldn't. My muscles had given up. I tried as hard as I could to keep tightening them against the flow. The urge I felt was unbearable, my bladder contracting, forcing pee through my penis, my hand squeezing it closed. Half running, half shuffling I made for the Lower School building. The lights were still on. I could see a cleaner inside. I felt trickle of pee escape, running out of me, into my crotch. I could feel the warm wet feeling spread down my leg. Into the building, past the cleaner. Crashed into the unlocked door of the boys toilet. In front of a urinal. Hand away. I clenched as hard as I could to hold it back, but I couldn't. As I struggled with my fly, bouncing and squirming like mad, the dam burst and I felt my pee spraying out of me, into my uniform trousers. Fly undone. Hand in through the fly, grabbed my penis and pulled it out, spraying pee everywhere as I did. Aim. Unclench. Release. The spurting spray turned into a torrent against the urinal. I felt my whole body relax, the tension of the last hour flowing out of me. My boxers, the crotch of my trousers and the inside of my trouser legs were soaked. Finally, my flow subsided. Final couple of spurts, shake, and put myself away and re-zipped my fly. My blazer could't cover the damage anymore. I walked quickly past the cleaner, blushing beat red, hoping against hope they wouldn't notice. I pushed open the school door and walked out into the night air, for a very damp walk home. Cg125

For added fun, if you had to arrange them in order in a line how would you arrange them and why?

"Come on move it damn it! Move!" cried Constance while blaring her horn. She shuffled in her seat constantly as her anxiety and frantic behavior rose. She was in a hurry, desperate and severely so. But her protests fell on deaf ears by the traffic light ever determined to stay red for Constance while allowing the perpendicular traffic right of way. Today Constance was in a hurry to meet a client all while holding her ever growing ocean of gold. Her bladder was contracting and imposing its will to release the payload downwards, against her tortured exit pee hole. It quivered as it tried to hold back the ever growing ocean. The pressure and pain was felt ever more with each passing second. The waves of desperation becoming unbearable and all she wanted was relief. This whole week she had been forced to take on more clients and over time due to the influx of new people to the area. Plus, the workplace building was undergoing renovations and only one bathroom was available. And since she was the best real estate agent at her firm, she was being sent on numerous assignments by the higher ups seeking to make a killing this month. Clients were asking for the best of the best. Who better than Constance, the best in the county. She enjoyed being trusted and reliable but now that fame was overworking her. She barely had any time to greet and talk with her trusty maid. Gayle always showed up at an empty house this week. She did her job as required but she felt a little nervous about being inside such a quiet home. Life just went on as usual. But for now, Constance was in a major rush. Her heart raced and sweat emerged from her forehead, her face turning rosy red, and scrunching from trying to hold it in. She blared her horn for the light turn green a dew more times, shifting around her seat, shuffling her left foot back and forth. The pain was uncomfortable. Every time she went to go for the bathroom, her boss intercepted or called her for another rush job to meet a prospective client. All of them were urgent and had to be seen on the double. There was no room for stopping for even a moment. The company reputation was on the line. And since she was the best, she HAD to go see the client and the property in question. This whole week specifically was a killer on her both physically and mentally. Sometimes, she had to stay up with coffee or soda, crashed in the middle of the night, then awake bursting to use the bathroom in the morning (not go for the whole day), drink lots of coffee to stay awake plus more insisted upon by her boss to be in 100%++ shape, and only go once she came back to the office at last, or when she came home, just spurting in her undergarment. Yesterday, she came home running to her front door, struggling to properly open it, and becoming more antsy with the door, started to spurt jets of her golden nectar. She struggled a bit more until she opened it, ran inside and finally undid her pants and sat on the toilet (all while spurting more jets of her piss until fully on the toilet seat by which she had already began urinating a small stream) and relaxed herself. It was spraying out what was the pressure inside a fire hose. She felt so drained and hated this feeling. She felt overworked and tired. Even after explaining to her boss, it didn't change anything. She couldn't understand why her boss was putting her on over over drive. He did pay the over time of course but that wasn't the point. And of course she cleaned up the mess on the toilet seat and the floor, followed by a shower. She left her damaged panties and work trousers neatly folded with a sticky note for Gayle. Afterwards, she began eating dinner but midway, she got a call to meet with another client. It was as another closing which pissed her off. She tried to explain to her boss it was passed her work schedule but her boss vehemently insisted she go and he couldn't take back his word to the client. She was booked for this and had to go. Her dinner wasn't even half done and now she had to go back to work. The closing was another 3 hours by which point she was tired and didn't even change her clothes. She went straight to bed when she returned home. The next morning she awoke very late and had to get to work. She washed up, flossed and brushed her teeth, quickly brushed her hair, and ran out the door. She drove 15 miles passed the speed limit and arrived 10 minutes late to work. Her boss was furious but said he would talk about it later. Right now she had to meet with a client at the client's house. Constance tried to ask for the bathroom but her boss didn't get a chance to speak. He hurried her over to her car, shoved some paperwork with an address and name, and the key to the house. She was to meet the client in an hour and the drive was two hours away. The client was returning from a business trip and set to return in an hour too. The client was a well respected member of the top richest residence and expected the very best. He was also friends with the man who ran the real estate agency firm Constance worked at. That being her boss. She tried to get in one word about taking a trip to the bathroom but alas her boss made it clear bathroom breaks were off limits until the client was satisfied. So Constance made the drive making good time driving at 80 miles per hour on the freeway. She bypassed the rush hour morning traffic and took the exit for the client's home. But after 2 minutes she encountered traffic galore and every traffic light she approached turned red. Each time it turned red it took forever to turn green. One after another was a traffic light turning red, or drivers slowing down traffic for making a turn or allowing traffic to enter the turnpike. For Constance it was maddening. She was now bursting even more now. When she awoke she didn't make a trip to the bathroom and at work she didn't get a chance too. Her boss did have her drink another large coffee and the strongest ones ever to keep her awake. But that coffee was now starting to affect her already bursting bladder. Currently, Constance remained stationary at a traffic light behind a bus for disabled elderly and shifting around in her seat while fighting her urge to go, and still another 10 miles away. But the turnpike was crowded now and she was behind the bus which road at a slow speed to arrive at each and every pick up. This was going to be a doosey. She blared her horn to make the light turn green put of frustration and desperation. The traffic from the perpendicular avenue had right of way and spent two minutes going in both directions. Each and every second that passed was torture for her as she witnessed the traffic able to move while she was forced to remain stationary. Her mind was flooded signals about relief. Suddenly, the perpendicular traffic came to a stop and now the traffic making a left turn had right of way but her and other traffic waiting to move forward still couldn't move. This was agonizing. "Damn light turn-ohnononononoogawdno!" Constance cried out inside her car. After 30 seconds, the light turned red, then green. Finally, the traffic could move. But the bus in front didn't move yet as a passenger was getting. Other cars behind kept blaring their horn but the bus driver didn't budge. After 29 seconds, the bus began to move and Constance followed right behind. Her heart raced along with her mind to get to the property and take a toilet break. It was only another 30 minutes away but she had 15 minutes left. She overtook the bus driver and picked up speed. Luckily no cops were around. She sped past several stores, homes, and traffic lights. No one stood in her way now. Fast forward 12 minutes later, she was almost at the intersection to make a left. However, another obstacle appeared. It came in the form of a huge moving truck. She came to a screeching stop and she blared her horn to make the trucker move. The trucker moved clever so slowly. Constance was on the verge of having an accident as she was fighting a wave of desperation that wouldn't go away and fighting to hold it back wasn't working. All that coffee was now making itself known pounding on the exit door for freedom. Constance couldn't take it anymore. "Moveitmoveitmoveit!" she cried like a school girl. She had to go so badly. The trucker finally made the turn and Constance made the right speeding down the street to the client's house. "Whereisitwhereisitwhereis-ah here it is!". Outside was the property of 400 Gates Boulevard. It was a huge mansion with Corinthian pillars made of pure white, surrounded by a wash of navy blue for the shingles covering the outside. The windows were a marvelous clear, transparent material that displayed the design of the curtains covering them. The client was a very private person. She got out, taking the key to the property, and made her way to the front door. She hobbled while running to the front door, trying to stay dry. At one point, she stopped and held her crotch which she never did in her life. Not even in her youth or as a child. She bobbed up and down, then stopped while gritting her teeth as she squinted her eyes closed to fight off the urge to pee. She had to go and now, and waiting wasn't an option. She couldn't wait. She just couldn't wait. Her exit hole was about to burst open under the pressure. She had to act fast. She sucked in air and contracted her muscles to hold it in. She made her way to the front door, and attempted to put the key into the door key hole. As she put it inside, she noticed resistance. "What?" Constance thought. She giggled the key in the hole but it didn't move further nor come out so easily. It dawned on her the key didn't fit. But how was this possible she wondered. Her boss gave the key and certainly he wouldn't give the wrong key, or did he. Constance became even more annoyed and called her boss. She took her phone shakily from her pocket, opened her phone screen, opened up the contacts app, clicked on her boss and called his number. "Hello yes I'm a-at the p-property for one ... Mr. Jameson. The k-key doesn't fit in the doorknob-" She was cut short by her boss. "I was just about to call you and tell you the client handed us the wrong key. Unfortunately the client has it somewhere inside the house." Constance was flabbergasted and more annoyed. The client didn't even give the right key to the house? How is the person supposed to get inside? Her boss continued. "The client changed the locks a few days ago due to a burglary and gave us the wrong key by mistake. Also, the client said he was going to be late due to traffic at the freeway. He is on his way within 20 minutes. So just sit there and wait for him!" Just as Constance was about to ask for the bathroom, her boss said he would be in a two-hour meeting and would have his phone turned off. Then he hung up. Constance cried "Wait!" But it was too late. He was off the phone. She was left stranded and bursting. She was about to have a pissing accident and it couldn't be stopped once the flood was unleashed. Constance threw her phone in anger and went back to her car. She couldn't believe it. The wrong key was given to her and now she was in the middle of waiting for the client. This person could show up anytime and if she left for the bathroom while he showed up forget it. Plus, if he showed up she could use his bathroom quickly. She waited for the next several minutes hoping he would show up so she could take a piss. She needed it so badly and sitting down wasn't enough for relief. She shuffled her feet and rocked back and forth in her seat. She hadn't felt this desperate in her life. Not even that time she was locked out from her bedroom and almost struck by lightning was she this desperate.

It was another hot day as summer vacation approached. The sun shone brightly and vegetation glowed with life. The birds chirped and bees buzzed. The sky blazed with the rise of the morning sun, turning blue by the minute. Down below, cars whizzed by for work or school as the day started for the last day of the week. Schools opened, allowing the seemingly endless tide of students entering it in droves. But today was the last day for reviewing materials before the final exams and regents exams. There was no missing anything and most students felt it wasn't in their best interest to use the bathroom unless it's between classes or at lunch. One such student was the 12th grade germaphobe girl at Nolan James High School. She always took her time to disinfect the toilet before using it. She would wipe the seat via several rounds on the seat, the outside and inside rims of the seat, and the flush handle. Sometimes, she wipes the seat with toilet paper first, then disinfect. She took her time while others had to go so badly. Just remember the time there was a line outside Nurse Talia's office during the Thursday in April. So many girls and boys had to go, and some were spurting or actively wetting while trying to hold it. Ashlynn Avalon walked by trying to hold it too looking for an available bathroom. But as usual, she couldn't that day thanks to all the distractions and Camilla from the Tri-Royalty Brigade. Please read Bursting School Day Bladders. This was either 4th or 5th period of the school day. Digressing to the present. A few girls remembered her and that day, and subsequent days too. Even new class president Gretchen Grayson with Principal Shida and Vice Principal Reynolds had to speak with her about her bathroom routine. They tried to tell her she can't take her sweet time just to clean the toilets. But she was a germaphobe that wasn't going to sit on dirty seats. While the bathrooms were better maintained than before, but still some students chose to leave a mess as usual. Not just boys but girls too. Some didn't flush or left the toilet bowl flooded. It was a disgrace but Francesca and Luna were able to keep them clean. But this one girl who deeply cared about germs so much just couldn't do it. She had to wipe thoroughly to (in her mind) ensure she didn't contract skin sores or infections, nor sully herself. After that incident in April, there was one other incident whereby she made others wait so long. Please read Bursting Cheerleader. That day too, she caused one cheerleader to miss her chance for a bathroom break. It was silly of her to waste time cleaning rather than going and coming out. But she was passionate about this since she first understood uncleanness and germs. She was like Sheldon Cooper from Big Bang Theory. But not in a comedic or extreme way, but she was a germaphobe nonetheless. To make things simple her name is Germayne Irma. She walked into school as per usual routine and large coffee in hand. She always drank from her thermos as her go-to for starting the day. She made her way to her locker on the first floor nearby the gymnasium, putting away certain books and taking others into her luggage bag with a pull-up handle and wheels. She always kept her bottle of 75 count wipes from Clorox in her locker. She had a weak bladder but she felt a little more comfortable holding it because of her wipes being present. That way, she could hold it and not worry about her need to go. Once finished at her locker, she made her way to her first class, creative writing with Ms. Jenkins. She made her way towards the bend in the hallway, passed the main office, passed the main stairwell, and down the hall. From there, she made a left and walked to her class. "Good morning Ms. Jenkins!" Germayne said. "Good morning Germayne!" Ms. Jenkins replied. From here she enjoyed the peaceful start of the day with a teacher with a sunny disposition. Things were looking up and more positive without Mrs. Kay and the Tri-Royalty Brigade. She would begin her class with the last lesson of the class and do some studying. There wasn't much in the way of an assignment nowadays as the school year ended. Plus, she wanted the students to enjoy a time of peace before the storm. The final examinations and graduation ceremony. But while she was in class a few girls met at Germayne's locker. They all chose to ask for the bathroom at once and meet here. They were Hortense, Jasmine, and Qaura. What were her plans for today? What plot were they up to? Only time would tell. Germayne enjoyed her class learning about some prose with more figurative language and pathos. They knew ethos but they needed to know pathos. Germayne soaked up everything she could about the lesson and from Ms. Jenkins. She was the second top student in her class for this year next to Ashlynn Avalon, who by now was doing so much better than her week of bladder woes. That was over a month ago. "As you can see in this example ... " Ms. Jenkins spoke as the class listened. But Germayne or Germa, listened so intently. After the class ended, she made her way to Spanish class with Senorita Martinez. She was more on the strict side and like Mrs. Kay and Mrs. Trent, didn't like wasting time. She was paid to teach not to deal with rowdy children. She expected much from those that had been learning Spanish since 7th grade and every year after that. But Germa didn't mind learning new cognates and phrases. Even new tenses were important to her, and of course was Spanish regents examination coming next week. She had to be ready for anything. She practiced her speaking, reading, and writing. She went online and read books to improve her Spanish too. "Class ellos tienen mira notas para tu exam terminados!". Germa took it seriously for she believed it was necessary to learn another language as possible. She did want to live in Spain after all. By now she could feel all that coffee in her system and making its way in her bladder. But she wasn't worried at all in the slightest. She did have wipes in her locker. The wipes tub did have about 5 wipes left but she figured it would be enough for today. Besides, she wouldn't have to go until after 3rd period. After Spanish came her next class. It was Science of Natural Disasters with Octavia and a few other students too. While on the way, she did pass by the class president and her vice president Octavia Starr. She also passed by the bathrooms despite starting to feel a growing need to go on the toilet. But again, she chose to hold off as she wasn't desperate nor bursting. But her bladder was full and already filling inside her urethra. Germa continued her day having a recap of the different natural disasters. Her teacher Mr. Waynesboro spoke about the recap of the semester. "We have talked about weather, volcanoes, earthquakes, lack of a magnetic field, threats from space, what to do and how to prevent them. But I also want to talk about disasters caused by humans. We know that oil spills, radiation from bombs and power plants also cause loss of life. This all will be on your final exam." Germa and Octavia tool it all in. She looked on with her inquisitive ears and eyes. She like Octavia enjoyed looking nerdy wearing her aqua blue-colored frames. She took notes all while she tapped her foot gently and squirmed a little in her seat. She had to go with mild desperation but she wasn't about to go crazy just yet. "I can wait. I have wipes!" She told herself. Germa took down all she could, paying close attention. Fast forward to the end of class and the bell ringing, she got up with her things and went straight for the bathroom. You would have thought being in a school whereby everyone knows you for being the person to hold up the girl's bathroom due to germaphobia. But because most people know what that means, they do their best not to upset such a person who would overreact. It's true she never faced threats from Camilla and her group. Why you ask? Because she always wipes before and after going too, using the same wipe for cleaning both times, but different sides of it. She folded the wipe in half to wipe before going, then folded it the other way to clean for afterwards. Camilla always appreciated this and always gave her kind words for her cleanliness, as well as her always follow the rules and being a diligent student. Plus, Germa would move over for Camilla in return for protection from bullies like Deedra from the goth girl club. Germa and Camilla were friends and agreed about the school's lack of cleanliness. Digressing back here. She didn't have Camilla at school to protect her, but other students still didn't want to upset her. Plus, the goth girl club were more focused elsewhere. Germa made her way to her next class nearby her locker. It was 12th grade government and law class. The teacher was none other than Mrs. Horton, the most monotone and dry blah teacher in the whole school. She was direct and almost emotionless, like a droid. She had no personality with faculty and students. Germa didn't mind this teacher except for the fact that she didn't show any enthusiasm, nor did she allow for extra help. What she taught in class was it. And the textbook. She didn't believe in coming later for extra help nor did she allow for tutoring. She was the teacher, and she had the authority to teach her subject. Germa walked awkwardly due to her need to go. She didn't want to be late for class, so she chose to go to her locker. She planned on taking out her wipes tub and keeping it with her for when she did go to the bathroom during class time. Usually, the teacher asked the students to take the last 20 minutes of class for classwork. During this time, she would ask for the bathroom as per usual and go for her toilet break. On her way to her locker on the first floor, she was met by Ashlynn Avalon. "Oh sorry." "Hey don't worry about it." They parted their ways and kept going their separate ways. Germa felt herself becoming moderately desperate with each step she took towards her class. Germa didn't mind the traffic through the hallway as with Ashlynn. She knew how to navigate through the hallway and not get jostled. Just as she was about to reach her locker, the fire alarm bell rang. It was another fire drill and of course, she had to stop what she was doing to join her class. Her class was two locker doors away. Not only that, her teacher, Mrs. Horton met her in the hallway. "We have a fire drill and must exit the building as soon as possible." Germa went with her and the few students with her to the nearest exit outside the building. It took a couple of seconds to exit the building due to the overcrowding in the hallways. She took each step carefully and telling herself not to worry. Outside, the student body and faculty body waited for the signal to re-enter the school building. The sun shone brightly and hot, the flowers blooming still, and the insect life buzzing. Many students and faculty members started to sweat being in the sun. Some swatted the bugs flying around them or landing on them. A few girls, like Ginger nearly lifted her skirt trying to shew away a huge shoe fly. It almost went up there. But Germayne tried to reamin still as her need to go kept rising steadily and slowly. She tried not to show too much but she couldn't help it to a certain extent because she had to pee. All that coffee was hitting her on top of her intake of milk and orange juice from this morning. Germa had even put one leg in front of the other too to curb the urge she felt. Again, she wasn't in serious trouble but her desperation was rising. Once the bell rang, everyone went back inside group by group. Germa waited there with the rest of her class until it was there turn to return to the building. Germa told herself she would be fine and she wasn't going to wet herself. But she wanted her tub of disinfectant wipes. She was a germaphobe after all. Once it was there turn, Germa went inside with her class and back to the classroom. Sadly, the crowd was too much to get to her locker. Plus, once in the classroom then she had to stay there. She took her seat and prepared for the lesson. Once the class began, as usual the teacher Mrs. Horton spoke in her usual monotone speech. "Okay class it's time to listen and learn for the lesson. The last topic for the semester is the system of justice in America. It is a complex system of either taking the issue to court or being properly arrested according to standard operating procedures, followed by a court trial and laying out the evidence relevance to the issue at hand." Germa was a little distracted by her need to go but she had to pay attention. She didn't want to miss her chance to learn as much as possible for the final exam next week. Like Octavia, she was keen on learning everything required. Her grades meant everything if she was going to perform analytical science research. Mrs. Horton droned on about how the justice system worked and what rights the accused had whether it came to an arrest or a court trial. She explained the basic procedures in place to ensure people have rights and a credibly chosen jury is selected for making an appropriate decision based on credibly acquired evidence. Through that time, Germa squirmed more in her seat, shifting in her seat every 10 minutes. She moved her feet forward and backwards a few centimeters and quietly so as not to disturb others. She took notes as best as possible and usually she can handle her desperation due to the coffee. Of course, she felt safe due to her wipes tub.

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.