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  2. Long desperation, leaks View File Holding for a friend on snap chat and got incredibly desperate. Submitter Beastman Submitted 05/24/2024 Category Male  
  3. It's been a long time since I last posted, but I'll just blame work and life for that. Luckily for me and you all, work provided me with a desperation experience that was honestly mortifying when it happened but now turns me on the more I've thought back on it. The place I work only has two bathrooms, one male and one female, that are shared by employee and customer alike. So in the event the store is even slightly busy, the chances of having a bathroom to use when the urge arises is slim. That leads us to a day ago when, after working a good five hours before break, I was honestly bursting. I have the bad habit of letting my bladder fill up over the course of the day and find myself getting distracted by my work until the point I'm pee dancing and have a full bladder between my legs. So when I finally got away from my register and found the bathroom door locked, a hard spasm rocked my bladder and made my heart start beating super fast. I've never peed myself in public. At least not as an adult. And I wasn't exactly looking to make that happen. So I tell myself that it's only going to be a few minutes, I'll get into the bathroom, relieve my bladder, and that'll be that. That wasn't the case... Minutes tick by and my mystery occupant still hasn't emerged from the bathroom. I'm usually too shy to knock, but I do, and hear back, "Hold your horses. Just finishing up." I had to piss like a racehorse. I could tell. It's a frantic, panicky pulse surging up into my lower stomach and making my legs feel shaky. The toilet flushes and it happens. A hard spurt of pee bursts into my pants and I just stand there, blushing I'm sure, and look down to check the damage. Call it luck or fate or whatever, but my pants show little to no signs of what had happened. Apparently my boxers had taken the brunt of the damage and absorbed what they could before reaching my work pants. When the door finally opens, I politely slip around an elderly man that slowly makes his way out. My bladder sees the urinal and decides that the next few seconds it takes to undo my zipper is just too long to wait. I start peeing, another hard spurt followed by a weak dribble, my boxers feeling wet against my skin with each leak. By the time I get myself situated, the damage is done. A spot the size of a grapefruit is now on the right side of my crotch and a few errant streaks are gradually appearing beneath it. In the moment, I don't care. All I can think about is the relief. I'm peeing so hard against the porcelain that I'm getting some splash back, but it seemed insignificant compared to my other patch. When my bladder finally expels it's final drops, I feel physically drained. A knock at the door is what makes me panic: another customer. I have no choice but to wash my hands as obnoxiously as possible, literally splashing water on my pants and shirt as I emerge from the bathroom. My face is red. I know it is. "Hand dryers just don't work for me," I say. The guy who goes in after me seems to pay no mind to my predicament. The rest of the night is relatively uneventful. So there you have it: that's probably the closest I've come to wetting myself in public. I can't say that I enjoyed it in the moment, but I definitely find it hot to think about now that it's over.
  4. Sombra's fingers danced across her keyboard, upgrading her cyber tech with a wicked grin on her face. She had done it - her hacking was now universal, capable of infiltrating anything running on technology. With a mischievous glint in her eye, Sombra decided it was time to have some fun. She set her sights on Overwatch, the team she loved to mess with the most. In the dead of night, Sombra stealthily infiltrated the Overwatch base, her cybernetic enhancements helping her move undetected. She reached the main fuse box, her fingers flying over the keys as she tapped into the system. As she hacked into the fuse box, a devious smile played on Sombra's lips. She disabled all the bathroom doors in the base and initiated a complete lockdown - no one would be able to leave or enter for the next 32 hours. Sombra's laughter echoed through the base as she celebrated her successful test of the new upgrade, saying "It works better than I expected!" With a satisfied smirk, she made her way out of the base, already relishing the chaos she will cause. In the morning at the Overwatch base, Angela Ziegler was in her lab, carefully experimenting on her healing staff, making slight adjustments to its capabilities. The soft hum of her equipment filled the room as she focused on her work. Brigitte entered the room tired, her toned body showing from her tank top pajama shirt. Angela couldn't help but tease, "You seem well-rested. Did you have a good sleep in your armored pajamas, Brigitte?" With a hint of sarcasm, Brigitte shot back, "Oh, it was just a dreamy night, Angela. You should try it sometime." Angela grinned, enjoying their playful banter. "Is Hana up yet?" she inquired, curious about their fellow teammate. Shrugging, Brigitte replied, "I'm not sure. She might be in the hangar with her meka." As Angela continued her modifications, Brigitte asked, "Do you need any help with that staff of yours? I could lend a hand, save us some time." Accepting Brigitte's offer, Angela nodded, "That would be great, Brigitte. Thank you." Brigitte smiled, "I'll be right back. Just need to hit the little girls' room first." But as Brigitte pushed on the door to the lab's bathroom, it wouldn't budge. Confusion crossed her face, and she awkwardly crossed her legs, feeling the urge to pee growing stronger. Noticing Brigitte's struggle, Angela inquired, "What's wrong, Brigitte?" Frustration evident in her voice, Brigitte replied, "The door won't open, Angela. It's locked tight." Angela furrowed her brow, puzzled by the locked bathroom door. She got up from her desk and approached the door, attempting to open it with no success. Turning to Brigitte, she suggested, "There are other bathrooms in the base you could try, if you can make it." Brigitte awkwardly made her way to the other bathrooms, and five minutes ticked by before she returned with a worried expression. "All the bathrooms are locked and disabled," she informed Angela. Angela's eyes widened in shock and confusion. "That's not possible," she muttered. Brigitte, bouncing up and down while crossing her legs, said, "I don't want to pee anywhere else. I'll just hold it in." Angela, concerned, replied, "I understand, but that's not healthy. I'll check the main servers to see what's going on." Angela furrowed her brows, her fingers flying across her keyboard as she accessed the main servers. The screen flickered to life, displaying rows of data indicating that everything was functioning normally within the Overwatch base. Confusion clouded Angela's features as she muttered to herself, "There shouldn't be any issues according to this." Brigitte shifted from foot to foot, crossing her legs and bouncing slightly as she struggled to contain her growing discomfort. "Angela, this is getting really bad." Angela turned to Brigitte, her expression mirroring the concern in the younger woman's voice. "It seems like there might be a fault in the system. You'll have to hold it for now, Brigitte. It's not safe, but hopefully, the doors will start working soon." Brigitte took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "I'll be fine. I'm used to holding it for a bit. Just hoped this gets fixed quickly." Hana Song sauntered into the lab, her pajama crop top and panties exposed for everyone to see. "Hey, guys, did you notice the bathroom doors are all locked?" she asked, a hint of annoyance in her voice. Angela looked up from her desk. "It seems like there might be a faulty problem with the doors," she said, concern lacing her tone. "Do you need to use the bathroom, Hana?" Hana groaned at the mention of the faulty doors but replied, "Actually, I was planning to take a shower. Guess that'll have to wait." Brigitte chimed in, holding her shorts "Well, lucky you. My bladder's about to burst…" Angela stood up from her desk, beckoning Hana to join them. "Come over here, let's discuss this," she said, her voice firm but comforting. As Hana walked over, Angela continued, "We don't know when the doors will fix themselves. The best we can do for now is to try and limit how much fluid we consume and monitor our bladders to avoid needing to pee." Hana and Brigitte exchanged determined looks, nodding in agreement. They understood the situation and were willing to try and follow Angela’s orders. However, not a single one knew of how bad this day was going to get… A few hours passed since the lockdown began at the Overwatch base. In her room, Hana, in her pajamas, sat cross-legged on her bed, her legs bouncing up and down as she played video games. Desperate to pee, Hana tried every trick she could think of to hold it in. She crossed her legs tightly, squeezed her thighs together, and even held her crotch, trying not to think about the growing pressure in her bladder. As the game intensified, Hana's focus wavered. She started to lose control, the urge to pee becoming almost unbearable. With a deep breath, she finally quit the game and stood up, trying to hold it in while remaining calm. "I would do anything to pee in a toilet right now," Hana murmured to herself, feeling the discomfort gnawing at her. Despite the mounting problem, Hana refused to give in. She was determined to hold it in until the bathroom doors fixed themselves, no matter how challenging it became. The struggle continued, with each passing minute feeling like an eternity. Brigitte was going through a difficult time as she tried to hold it in. With each passing minute, the pressure in her bladder increased. She felt like she might genuinely burst, but she was determined to control herself. As she shifted uncomfortably in her seat, Brigitte couldn't ignore the urgent call of nature. Feeling her stomach, she noticed a small, round bulge below her belly button. Her bladder was starting to expand, signaling the urgency of her situation. "I need to pee so badly," Brigitte muttered to herself, trying to stay focused on the task at hand. Angela, who was in the lab with Brigitte, noticed her discomfort. Crossing her own legs and bouncing slightly to hold in her own pee, she asked, "Are you okay, Brigitte?" "I'm fine," Brigitte replied through gritted teeth, willing herself to continue adjusting Angela's healing staff. The pressure was becoming unbearable, but she couldn't afford to lose focus now. Brigitte winced, feeling the pressure in her bladder growing unbearable. Her body tensed as she struggled to focus on the task at hand, the urgency to relieve herself becoming more intense by the minute. She glanced over at Angela, who appeared calm on the outside but Brigitte could see the slight twitch in her leg that betrayed her inner turmoil. "Angela, do you need to sit down for a bit?" Brigitte asked, her voice quivering with discomfort. Angela managed a strained smile, her hand subtly pressing against her bulging abdomen as she moved up and down, trying to alleviate some of the pressure. "No, thank you, Brigitte. I just... drank a bit too much coffee this morning. I'll manage," she replied, her voice laced with a hint of desperation. Angela’s mind was racing, trying to maintain her composure as she fought the desperate urge to let go. Her jeans' button and zipper were undone, her belt hanging loosely as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. The need to find relief was becoming increasingly urgent. Despite her own discomfort, Angela couldn't help but notice the pained expression on Brigitte's face. With a shaky breath, she forced herself to focus on the task at hand, silently hoping for a resolution to their predicament. Several hours had passed since the beginning of the lockdown at the Overwatch base. The bathroom doors remained stubbornly shut, much to the increasing discomfort of Angela and Brigitte. The tension in the room was palpable as they all struggled with their urgent need to relieve themselves. Suddenly, the lab door creaked open, and Hana slowly trudged in. She placed one hand on the wall for support, the other desperately clutching her big bulging abdomen as she tried to contain the massive amount of pee inside her. Angela and Brigitte looked up at her, their expressions a mix of worry and empathy as they witnessed Hana's obvious distress. "Has anyone exploded in their pants yet?" Hana stuttered in agony, the urgency evident in her voice. Brigitte, barely able to muster any words through her discomfort, managed to shake her head weakly. "N-not yet, but I might soon." Angela, rubbing her own bulging bladder and crossing her legs tightly, tried to maintain a reassuring tone. "We'll make it, Hana. Just keep holding on." Brigitte couldn't take it anymore. The pressure was unbearable. "How much are we holding?" she managed to gasp out, her voice strained. Angela, feeling a sense of urgency, turned to a nearby computer that housed the current anatomy status and x-rays of all three of them when they joined Overwatch. As she scanned the screen, warning labels popped up over each x-ray, indicating dangerous levels of bladder distention. With a shaky voice, Angela began to read the status out loud. "Brigitte, you have 3.4 liters in your bladder," she said, her own discomfort evident. Brigitte let out a loud groan of desperation and agony, her hands clutching her swollen abdomen. Turning to Hana, Angela continued, "Hana, you have 3.6 liters in your bladder." Hana whimpered in response, the urge to go becoming almost unbearable. Finally, Angela's own turn came. "And I have 3.4 liters in my bladder," she moaned in pain, feeling the pressure mounting by the second. Hana managed to speak through the discomfort, "Too much nano cola." Brigitte added in a strained voice, "Too much water." Angela confessed, "Too much coffee." The trio all grabbed their bulging abdomens, holding on as the urgency to relieve themselves grew stronger by the minute. Angela's eyes widened as she noticed the label on the computer screen for Hana's x-ray, indicating a leakage. She turned to look at Hana, only to see Hana looking down, a little bit of pee trickling down her crossed legs from her panties. "Hana, you're leaking," Angela exclaimed, concern evident in her voice. Hana looked up with a desperate expression. "I'm gonna burst soon," she said, her voice strained. Angela tried to reassure her, "Just hold out a bit longer, we'll find a way to fix this." But Brigitte interjected, her voice tight with strain, "We're all about to hit our limits. It's only a matter of time until we all burst." Angela felt a surge of panic rising within her. She leaned on the table, double-crossing her legs tightly. "I refuse to piss myself," she declared, her voice determined. Meanwhile, Hana continued to leak a bit, her face contorted in a mixture of discomfort and determination. She double-crossed her own legs and jammed her hands between her legs against her crotch, trying to hold in her pee. "Come on, come on," Hana whispered to herself, her resolve wavering as she struggled to keep it all in despite the leaking. Angela stood there, her legs double-crossed, the urgency in her eyes matching the determination in her voice. With a resolute nod, she took the cup of coffee in her hand and drank it all in large gulps, surprising Brigitte and Hana. Brigitte's eyes widened, "Are you crazy, Angela? You're going to burst!" But Angela wasn't kidding about refusing to pee herself. She seemed determined to keep it all in, no matter how full she was. Sitting down at her computer, she tried to focus on her work while also holding herself tightly to prevent any accidents. "I'm going to try and force open the doors through the mainframe," Angela announced to Brigitte and Hana, her fingers flying across the keyboard despite her lack of expertise in hacking. She was desperate, and time was running out. As Angela delved into the base servers, trying to override the lockdown protocols, a small leak began to seep through her pants, a visible sign that she was nearing her limit. But she gritted her teeth and continued her efforts, the urgency growing with each passing second. Brigitte groaned in pain, her hand firmly pressed against her lower abdomen, while Hana whimpered and moaned softly, her struggle becoming more evident as she slowly leaked. The tension in the room was unbearable, the pressure building with each passing moment. All three women were on the brink of bursting, the consequences of their nano cola, water, and coffee consumption catching up to them. The clock was ticking, and the situation was becoming increasingly dire. Angela's fingers danced across the keyboard, her eyes focused on the screen as she frantically searched for a way to override the lockdown. With a surge of determination, she began tweaking the system, hoping her skills would be enough to lift the restrictions that had kept them trapped. A short amount of time passed, tension thick in the air, before, as if by magic, the lockdown lifted. The bathroom doors slid open with a soft hiss, revealing the much-needed relief just on the other side. Brigitte stood up, her hand tightly gripping her crotch as she rubbed the massive bulge of her full bladder with her other hand. Hana looked at Brigitte nervously, seeing the desperation in her eyes. Brigitte met her gaze, nodding her head towards the now-open bathroom, silently urging Hana to go first. Without hesitation, Hana sprinted for the bathroom, her movements a mix of desperation and relief. She swung the door shut behind her, finally able to let go and release the pressure that had been building up for far too long. Angela and Brigitte waited anxiously, the sound of running water echoing in the room. Brigitte turned to Angela, concern etched on her face. "Do you want to go next?" she asked, her own need pressing urgently. Angela shook her head, her hand still cradling her soccer ball-sized bulge. "I can manage," she insisted, her voice strained but determined. As the tension of their prolonged wait began to ease, Hana emerged from the bathroom, looking and feeling visibly relieved. She sank into a chair, a look of contentment on her face as she finally allowed herself to relax. Brigitte wasted no time, racing to the bathroom and closing the door behind her, eager to find the same sense of relief that Hana had just experienced. Angela sat back, her own need still overwhelming, but her focus unwavering as she prepared to face her turn. Brigitte finally emerged from the bathroom, her expression a mix of relief and exhaustion. She wearily sank into a nearby chair, letting out a contented sigh. Angela, feeling the pressure of her full bladder increasing with each step, got up slowly from her seat. "Don't burst, don't burst," she muttered to herself, tightly gripping her crotch as she made her way to the bathroom. Her bulging bladder was noticeable under her shirt, a clear sign of her dire need. Once inside the bathroom, Angela closed the door behind her, finally allowing herself to release the gallon of pee she had been holding in. The sound of rushing liquid was a welcome relief as she emptied her bladder. A few minutes later, Angela emerged from the bathroom and returned to her chair, visibly more relaxed and calm after the ordeal of holding in so much urine. "I felt like I was going to explode," Hana confessed, her face still flushed from the experience. Brigitte nodded in agreement, "I felt the same way. That was intense." Angela chimed in with a hint of humor, "I could have held it a bit longer if I wanted to." Hana playfully rolled her eyes, "Show off." Angela was focused on her computer when she heard a muffled voice coming from the security camera near her desk. Frowning, she glanced at the screen and saw Sombra, the notorious hacker, looking incredibly uncomfortable. Hana and Brigitte rushed over to see what was happening. Sombra's face contorted in pain as she held her stomach, her bladder visibly bulging out like a watermelon. "I... I messed up," Sombra stuttered, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. "I need a toilet... fast." Hana and Brigitte burst into laughter, realizing that she had been behind their turmoil, and that the tables had turned. Angela couldn't help but smile mischievously as she returned to her computer, quickly initiating the lockdown once again. "Payback time," Hana chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Sombra's eyes widened in panic as she realized that the base went back into lockdown. She pounded on the wall, desperation clear in her voice as she plead for the lockdown to end again. Angela leaned back in her chair, a satisfied grin on her face. "Let's see how she likes being stuck," she said, reveling in the opportunity to mess with Sombra. Sombra stood there, her bladder painfully full, feeling like it might burst at any moment. She held her bulging bladder with one hand, the other jammed tightly between her crossed legs, trying to maintain control. Her bladder bulge was massive, weighing her down, forcing her to slouch against the wall for support. Looking up at the camera, Sombra stuttered in pain, pleading for relief. "I-I don't wanna pee myself," she whimpered, desperation evident in her voice. "I'm gonna explode soon!" But in Angela's office, Brigitte, Hana, and Angela were oblivious to Sombra's plight, lounging comfortably and chatting. Sombra's pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as she battled against the mounting pressure in her bladder. As Sombra gritted her teeth, she felt a trickle of pee escape, running down her leggings, a clear sign that she was reaching her breaking point. "Open, open," she muttered to herself, her voice strained with agony. "I don't want to burst. Not like this." Sombra leaned against the locked bathroom door, her body trembling as she slouched over, desperate for relief. She banged on the door, hoping it would miraculously open, but it remained stubbornly shut. With each movement, she leaked a little more pee, her bladder on the brink of exploding. "Please, please, open up!" Sombra pleaded, her voice strained with desperation. "I'm going to burst, please!" Frantically, she jammed both of her hands into her crotch, trying to hold back the onslaught of pressure. But as she fought against it, the leaks became more frequent, her control slipping away. "Come on, come on, come on!" Sombra repeated the words like a desperate mantra, her voice tinged with panic. Then, in a sudden gasp, Sombra lost the battle. She moaned loudly in a mix of relief and humiliation as she felt herself finally and uncontrollably pee herself. Her bladder, once painfully full, began to shrink as she stood there, the warmth of her pee spreading down her legs. Hana's eyes widened as she stared at the screen, watching Sombra desperately trying to hold back her pee. "Holy shit," she exclaimed, pointing at the live feed. "Sombra is peeing herself!" Angela and Brigitte turned their attention to the screen, their expressions shifting from discomfort to amusement. The three girls burst into laughter as they witnessed Sombra's humiliation in real-time. Minutes passed by, Sombra's body finally giving in as she stopped peeing, exhausted from the intense holding. Sombra's eyes flicked to the camera that had captured her embarrassing moment. Her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anger as she defiantly stuck up her middle finger. "Whoever did this is going to pay for making me lose control, I swear!" Angela, still laughing uncontrollably, managed to compose herself long enough to disable the lockdown, allowing Sombra to turn invisible as she made a hasty exit from the base, seething with humiliation and rage.
  5. Chapter 1 Bangor, Northern Ireland Megan Minutes go ever so slowly when you’re watching jeans, skirts, t-shirts, underwear and pyjamas spinning round and round in warm soapy water. Most of them aren’t even mine either and to make it worse there’s two full machines of our washing turning so I’m going to be here quite some time yet. That’s why I came early; and I came prepared. I should be grateful for the peace and quiet as that’s so rare in my family that I can’t remember ever having the house to myself…and I’m 22! Seriously! I’m sibling 6 out of nine (Catholic family. Don’t even mention birth control to dad…just don’t…trust me). Thankfully our Shaun and Aisling are married, Iain and Niamh are both off at university and Theresa is working, so I was next on the list. Apparently I need ‘to keep busy’ which is mam’s way of politely saying ‘shouldn’t you have a new job by now.’ At least this *should* be my last time here, that’s if the washing machine part finally arrives and dad fixes it this weekend. Seriously, is it really only another minute since I last looked at the machine? I can’t concentrate on my novel or even the crossword book I grabbed from the car door. I’ve only been sitting on this plastic chair 42 minutes but I’ve already had two cans from the vending machine to pass the time and I now regret that…a lot! Clearly launderettes don’t anticipate people actually sitting waiting, well this one doesn’t at least, because while the vending machines wedged in the corner allure you to spend money to eat and drink there’s no facilities for when the purchased items make their way inevitably through your body and need back out. My body must be on double speed time too because I’ve been needing to pee for 10 minutes at least already! I guess living in a big family has at least given me plenty practice at holding my bladder. I can see that coming in handy this morning. 17 minutes then I can transfer the first load into the dryer. Then by the time I get that done the second lot should be finishing so I can get that in another dryer. So 20ish minutes of sitting here staring at clothes turning, numbers counting down and water sloshing around to go. Oh fuck why is there so much water right in front of me right now? Come on machines..I need a wee! Oh God…just what I need. Someone’s coming. ‘Excuse me, is it ok to just use any free machine?’ ‘That’s what I do.’ ‘Right. Sorry I just moved here a few days ago and it’s next week before my washing machine is coming so apologies for the daft questions. Actually, another daft question, but do I need tokens or coins or anything?’ He seems genuine and nervous so I haul myself off the chair, hoping he doesn’t think I’m being magnanimous and letting him have it, as I point to the coin slot, show him where the detergent goes and smile as I joke ‘just like the buses I’m afraid…they don’t give change here either.’ ‘No I noticed that too. Gareth told me the government would charge for people to sit on the beach here if they could!’ ‘They sort of already do if you want to hire a deckchair. And the price of an ice cream on the seafront makes these things seem cheap.’ ‘Oh great. At least the public toilets are still free here? Assuming you have some right?’ I chuckle and step from foot to foot hoping he doesn’t notice. Is my full bladder so noticeable to a stranger they are hinting about public toilets? Oh God I hope not. But he’s facing the machines, tossing clothes in and feeding coins so hopefully it’s just conversation. Except it’s a bit of a sore point right now. ‘Welcome to Bangor! The place you’ll never forget. Where people direct you via pubs, whole streets are related to each other, you get four seasons in one day and we spend millions attracting tourists but close down the public loos. The logic of the Irish eh!’ He turned and looked at me laughing with his eyes. I might have paid more attention if it wasn’t for the fact I was bursting for the loo. As I hear water pouring into his machine I sit back on my plastic throne, crossing my legs and tapping my foot. Come on washing. Hurry up!
  6. 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
  7. I am sharing this again as I work on the next book. I plan on getting this made into an ebook so welcome any constructive comments and hope you enjoy reading this again to refresh yourself of the story. I’ll add a chapter a night as I write the next chapters up. Thank goodness for the internet” Will said to himself as he sat alone in his office as always. It seemed more and more of his life, thank goodness, was able to be completed online. He liked it that way. He was much more than an introvert; he was known as the ‘weird’ guy, the ‘odd one out’ but he was unable to be anyone else. There was shy and then there was Will. Even at 28, almost 29, he had yet to meet a girl let alone date one. He liked them, oh he liked them very much, but he just couldn’t get the words out to tell them and while he had friends on social media he even struggled to message them in case he was seen as stalking them. Instead he thought about them in his head, letting his imagination run riot with all he would love to do. But today even the internet could not save him. Months previously, or maybe it was closer to a year, he had emailed his doctor about a minor issue that he could no longer self treat. He hated having to go see a doctor, or anyone really, but his cough just wasn’t shifting. By the time he had mustered the courage to get out his car, register his attendance on the surgery computer and wait to be called he was sweating and breathing way too fast. His cough could easily be treated but his doctor was much more concerned about his anxiety and social difficulties than his upper respiratory infection. She gave him some calming techniques and general advice but had said she would be referring him to a therapist in the hope he could get treatment. Today was the day he had to leave the confines of his office where he spent 8 and a half hours a day alone, otherwise choosing to work from home. Will ate his lunch in the office, having ordered his groceries online, and never once left the room, even to use the bathroom. He had his own coffee machine and would just hold his bladder until he returned to his apartment where he could pee without anyone knowing. Will had to admit to himself: he was afraid of people. Yet here he was bracing himself to have to see a therapist after work. The thought terrified him yet he knew he had to do something. He was lonely. He would never find a woman or get promoted or be able to go out with friends until he had help. He had to do this. He finished his coffee, packing his mug away in his Tupperware box to take home and wash. He went through his daily rituals for leaving work, cleaning his computer with wipes, lining his pens in order in his drawer then putting his coat on, always with the left arm in first. He crossed his legs unconsciously as his bladder reminded him he hadn’t emptied it since 7:15am. He had to admit his anxiety needed addressed as despite working in this company for three years he still had no idea where the gents even was. He just could never ask, though finding them now would really help because for the first time in three years he wasn’t able to rush home to the bathroom as he had a 90 minute appointment with a stranger first. Nerves were not helping him either. Nerves always affected his bladder. In the privacy of his office Will gave his penis a little squeeze, and fidgeted a bit. He was used to holding his urine and despite many close calls he always managed to make it home with no more than a small leak in his underwear. Today would be testing his ability to the extreme. Instead of getting home at 6 he would not get home until nearer 8, two and a half hours from now. If only he could have detoured home first but Will knew he would never manage back out again and he would be too late even if he could. He checked the corridor to make sure everyone else was out of sight, picked up his backpack and headed to his car. Even if he did see the gents (though he never had before) he would be too scared to go incase someone else heard him or saw him. Within a minute he had signed out and used his card to open the doors and he was safely in his car. He let out the breathe he had been holding since leaving his office as he lived in fear of someone even saying ‘bye’ as he had no idea what he should say back. Before turning on his engine and programming his sat-Nov he placed his hands over his penis again as his bladder once again sent a message for release. ‘If only the internet had a way to let me pee’ he whispered to himself. It helped him do everything else in life from having hot food delivered, groceries delivered, enabled him to stay in the ‘loop’ with family and friends via social media and entertained him via Netflix. If only the internet had a way to help him pee in private when he needed it too. Right now he could really do with that.
  8. Hey, it's been a while since I've posted a story. I've been toying around with the concept behind this story for a while, but couldn't figure out how to make it work until a week and a half ago, when the words just really started to flow from my brain onto the keyboard. A week ago I even announced in a status update that I was going to get this story done and posted by the end of today (along with a little preview you might have already read), and for once I finally met my deadline. ===== The City Without a Ladies Room It's hard to focus on work, or much of anything else when you really have to pee. I didn't need to pee, I had used the men's room only an hour ago. But I was still quite distracted because of my co-worker Erin, because I knew she really had to pee quite badly. Erin had come in shortly before 8 AM, sipping on a large Starbuck's coffee. She had finished draining it within an hour and helped herself to several refills with office coffee throughout the day. I know what you're thinking, Erin could just take a quick break to visit the ladies room when she inevitably needed to pee after all that coffee. I would have thought the same thing, until I moved here recently to take this job. I had spent the first day traveling the city shopping for stuff for my apartment. I was always able to find a men's room in department stores, restaurants, and the malls. There were even plenty of urinals out in public places, often without much of any privacy screens, which plenty of men freely used. But throughout the entire day I never saw a single ladies room. I began to realize as the day went by that many of the women I saw looked rather uncomfortable, especially the women working the stores I visited. Many of the women I saw kept shifting their legs around anxiously, a few were even openly holding themselves. It seemed that all the women I saw needed to pee, some of them quite badly by mid-afternoon. I soon realized they had been holding it all day since they had left home. But there was nowhere for the women to go, so they all just held it without complaint as they continued to work or shop, as if this was an ordinary thing. Women in this city were expected to hold it until they got home where they could finally use their own toilet. Back to the present, Erin's love for her Starbuck's coffee was only making the lack of a ladies room even more of a problem for her bladder situation as the day went on. To my surprise Erin was fine throughout the morning despite draining several large cups of coffee. I guess when you can't pee in public and you love your coffee you build up a larger bladder overtime. But by the early afternoon Erin finally began to get fidgety and shift her legs around as she worked at her desk, but that didn't stop her from grabbing yet another coffee soon after coming back from lunch. By 3 PM Erin was openly crossing her legs as we worked together on a project. She clearly needed to pee, probably quite badly by now, yet she was just starting on her 5th cup of coffee by my count. I had been silent on the subject all day, but given how bad her bladder situation appeared to be getting, and how we still had another 2 hours of work left, I had to say something. "Erin, is that coffee really a good idea considering how much you've already had today?" I asked her. "Truthfully, it's probably not Jeff. I've already gotta piss pretty bad when I get home, I haven't gone in 8 hours already" she admitted sheepishly as she took another sip of coffee, all while continuing to squirm around anxiously in her seat. "Then maybe you shouldn't drink the rest of that cup of coffee, otherwise it'll make you need to pee even worse" I suggested sensibly. "I mean what is it, your 5th one today Erin? You must be dying to pee already, and we've still got 2 more hours left until quitting time!". "I know, but I'm addicted Jeff, I've gotta have my coffee. Surely you understand, you've had nearly as much coffee as me Jeff " she pointed out, with an eye on my own coffee cup. "Yes, but I've already had to use the office men's room 3 times today because of drinking all that coffee Erin. You haven't been able to go even once, and you've had more coffee then me already due to that large Starbuck's coffee you picked up on the way to work!" I pointed out. I left it unsaid how badly I had needed to pee before visiting the men’s room each time, I'm sure it's the last thing Erin would have wanted to hear while dealing with such a full bladder. "Oh, don't worry about me Jeff, I can handle a little more coffee" Erin insisted without concern. Her coffee cup was anything but 'little' like she insisted. "I know I said I really had to pee bad when I got home, but I can hold it till then Jeff. This is hardly the first time I've risked having one too many cups of coffee out in public, I'm used to dealing with the consequences of my caffeine addiction Jeff. Now let's get back to work, shall we?". I tried to focus on work with Erin like she asked, but it was extremely difficult to. Erin was already quite the eye candy to look at with her beautiful long dark hair, her slender body, and her warm smile. Not to mention she was about my age, mid-20's. How could I possibly focus on work when a girl like that was sitting next to me bursting for a pee, and squirming around in her seat in the sexiest way? How could I focus on work when I knew that Erin still had to hold on for several more hours, because there were no lady's rooms in the city? How could I focus on work when Erin insisted on continuing to drink more coffee anyway despite her obviously desperate need to pee? Bad as the situation was for Erin, the thought that she might not be able to make it excited me. Let's just say I was very glad that my crotch was hidden from Erin's view at that moment. By 4:30 PM, with 9 and a half hours separating her from her last trip to her toilet at home, and her 5th cup of coffee fully drained, Erin couldn't sit still anymore. She rocked back and forth at the edge of her seat, trying to jam her heel against her pee hole as she tried to focus on her work. A quick look around the office told me that Erin was hardly alone in her struggle. Even the women who had tried to avoid drinking too much throughout the day had built up a large supply of piss in their bladder by now. The women were all clearly eager to rid themselves of their brewing load of boiling piss when they got home, some more then others, as seen by all their uncomfortable squirming. But none of them had drank as much coffee as Erin had, so she probably needed a piss the worst of all. "Ok, maybe that last cup of coffee was a mistake Jeff" Erin finally admitted as she held herself. "I know you're thinking it Jeff, don't deny it" she added. "I was debating telling you 'I told you so', but now I don't have to" I admitted. "I know you really love your coffee Erin, but you had to know you'd be feeling it later like this when you drank so much. Why do you do it to yourself when you know you won't be able to pee for a number of hours?". "Because I refuse to let the availability of a toilet dictate my life Jeff" Erin answered stubbornly as she continued to squirm around anxiously in her seat. “And besides, if I didn’t need to piss bad by now towards the end of my shift, I’d be severely dehydrated Jeff. So, it’s better for me to drink a bunch of coffee like you guys, even if I can’t pee for a long while. My bladder will just have to deal with it and wait till I’m home”. "Have you ever had to find a secluded alley to take a leak because you had too much coffee and waited too long?" I asked curiously. "No! That's gross and illegal Jeff!" she answered with disgust. "And no, I wouldn't consider doing such a disgusting thing even if it were legal, I’d still hold it!" she added, with her legs now tightly crossed. "You guys may be able to drink your coffee and pee whenever you want, but not me, us ladies just have to hold it Jeff". I'm sure the last half hour of work stretched out the slowest for Erin. By now I felt myself needing to pee yet again from my last coffee, and it was quickly becoming more urgent. I knew I should just get up and use the men's room, especially before I left the office. But I didn't want to miss a second of Erin's desperate struggle, so I held it with her without saying anything about my need. When the clock finally hit 5 PM Erin was too busy typing up an email to notice the time, and I selfishly kept silent about it. I wondered how much longer Erin would keep working and delay her trip home for a much-needed piss if I said nothing. Erin was my next-door neighbor at the apartment I had recently moved into, so we both took the same bus to and from work. I knew we didn't need to rush out of the office right away at 5 PM to catch the first bus home, but we couldn't waste too much time before leaving either. It took 10 minutes before Erin finally realized what time it was, I was almost glad when she finally did, as I really needed to pee by that point. "Jeff look at the time! We need get moving, otherwise we'll miss the first bus home" Erin announced anxiously as she moved to shut her computer down. I quickly followed suit. "I'm glad the workday is finally over Jeff. I really want to get home so that I can pee for the first time in 10 hours" she added happily as she fidgeted her legs around. "Now that you mention it, I've definitely got to pee before we leave Erin. I wish the men's room wasn't in the opposite direction of the elevator" I told her. I wasn't trying to purposely delay Erin farther, I was seriously doubting that I could hold it till I got back home if I tried. I was about ready to grab my cock through my pants in desperation. Still, I couldn't help but feel insensitive telling Erin I needed to stop and take piss before we left, knowing that Erin needed to pee much worse and had been holding it for much longer. Erin gave me an annoyed look. "We don't have time for you to run across the building for a piss Jeff, we'll miss the first bus for sure if you do. Just use the public urinals in the lobby area" Erin suggested in a matter-of-fact tone as she beckoned me to follow her to the elevator. She was referring to several urinals by the front door of the office building with practically no privacy except for your turned back. While I didn't have anything against using a urinal with basically no privacy, the thought of using it in front of Erin and the other women who hadn't been allowed to pee all day by the city sounded downright cruel to the girls. "I think it would be better for both of us if I just ran to the men's room and caught up with you at the bus stop" I suggested as we waited for the elevator. Rather than accept my suggestion and leave it at that, Erin refused to drop the subject. "What's wrong with just using the urinals in the lobby area Jeff? You aren't pee shy, are you?" she asked me frankly as she crossed her legs and squirmed around anxiously. Did Erin somehow not mind seeing other guys piss away in the urinals next to her, even when she badly needed relief herself? "No Erin. I just don't want to be the jerk who pees right in front of a bunch of desperate women like you who haven’t been able to pee all day" I explained as we entered the elevator. I thought my answer should have been obvious to Erin already. To my surprise, rather than be grateful, I saw a flash of annoyance on Erin's face. "I figured you must have felt that way when you didn't want to use the urinals Jeff. A lot of the guys who are new to the city feel pee shy like that around the public urinals at first" Erin said sympathetically, as she openly held herself and continued to squirm around anxiously. "Jeff, do you really think me, and the other women haven't seen guys using the public urinals countless times when we already really need to pee?" she asked me gently. "Well... I admit I'm so new to this city that I never thought of that. I guess with how prevalent the public urinals are it's silly to think you haven't" I admitted. Erin nodded in acknowledgement as she crossed her legs. "But that doesn’t mean that it’s not being really unfair to you ladies" I added, to which Erin rolled her eyes. "It's an everyday occurrence Jeff. I won't mind if you pee in the lobby area urinals in front of me, neither will the other office women. We see it all the time Jeff, it's nothing new" she reassured me. "Besides, the urinals are met for you guys to use Jeff. It wouldn't be fair to you for me and the ladies to tell you to just not to use them". Silence stretched between us as I tried to wrap my head around Erin's reassurance and gentle encouragement, all while my bladder continued to bother me. Part of me thought that Erin's attitude on the subject made some sense given how long she'd lived in the city. But the other part of me couldn't get over the fact that a woman who hadn't peed in over 10 hours and had 5 large cups of coffee during that time (enough to make me piss myself twice) was trying to encourage me to pee in a urinal in front of her. I was anxious and still had to piss like a racehorse when we got to the ground floor, but Erin no doubt needed to piss much worse then me. I glanced over at Erin again, she was holding so much boiling piss back that she had a noticeable bladder bulge, which her pants were painfully digging into. Erin continued to fidget around anxiously and subtly grab her crotch as she stepped off the elevator. "Erin, are you sure you want me to pee in the urinals instead of dashing to the men's room?" I asked her. "Yes! Just go pee in the urinal already Jeff! I won't look" she promised impatiently as she shook her legs around. "Just try and hurry it up so that we make the first bus ok. You aren't the only one who really needs to piss Jeff!". In that moment Erin's insistence on me peeing in the urinal suddenly made a lot more sense. She was impatient to get home, and release her heavy load of boiling piss, that had been troubling her bladder for hours now. She was so eager to rid herself of the boiling piss that she was willing to listen to me pee in a urinal right next to her if it got her home to her toilet quicker. I hurried to one of the urinals and began unzipping my pants to take my cock out. Despite her bladder's much greater need then mine, I saw Erin standing just a few feet off to the side rather than waiting for me outside. She waited with politely averted eyes as I began to pee in the urinal practically right next to her. Her legs were already tightly crossed before my noisy piss reached her ears. She began to rock back and forth a bit as she anxiously bit her lower lips upon hearing me start to piss. Erin wasn't the only person around of course. In my peripheral vision I recognized Danielle from HR coming around the corner. She already looked rather uncomfortable after holding it for the entire workday. Her steps were as hurried as possible in high heels, and she had a noticeable bladder bulge stretching her skirt. When she realized I was pissing in one of the urinals I saw her grimace and openly hold herself. But like Erin had promised she said nothing, instead she hobbled her way past me and left through the front door. Part of me couldn't help but be turned on by how Erin & Danielle suffered in silence as I continued to piss away. My cock began to harden, which slowed my piss down considerably. My piss and my partial erection were basically taunting Erin's poor swollen bladder. I felt guilty when I saw a bit of false hope in Erin's eyes that my slowing piss met that I was nearly done, only for the hope to vanish when I managed to resume pissing with full force again. I felt guilty all over again. How could I expect Erin to be fine with waiting patiently for me as I finished my relieving piss, all while she was expected to wait and remain in dire of need of relief for herself? And yet Erin was the one who didn't see a problem with this unfair situation! She had insisted repeatedly that I piss in the urinals in front of her! I wondered again why she didn't just wait right outside for me where she wouldn't have to listen to me piss right next to her. At times like this it disturbed me how much Erin and the other women of the city unquestionably obeyed the city's expectation that they hold it without complaint for however long they're away from home. Erin had been desperate to pee all afternoon, and I hadn't heard one complaint from her about how unfair it was that I got to pee while she had to hold it for much of her day. Any doubt I might have had when Erin denied ever peeing in a secluded alley when her bladder situation became too much for her to handle vanished. If she wanted to do so in secret to rid herself of what must have been a gallon of boiling piss brewing in her bladder by now without me around to witness it she could have easily been doing that right now. When I finally finished my relieving piss after a long minute I flushed. Erin visibly flinched at the sound as she squirmed around and clawed at her crotch anxiously. I hurried to zip my pants back up as I turned to face Erin. "Feel better now Jeff?" she asked with surprising calm despite her desperate fidgeting. "You sounded like you really needed it, I didn't think you'd go on for so long". "Yes, but you could have just waited for me outside Erin" I pointed out. "I could. But I figured it's better to help you get over your pee shyness now rather than later Jeff. You'll thank me later, it'll be a lot more convenient for you to be able to use any of the public urinals" she said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Now let's get moving Jeff, I seriously need to get home so that I can pee, I definitely had way too much coffee today". ===== That's it for now, let me know what you think. I intend to write more in this series. I'm uncertain if I'll stick to focusing on Erin, or focus on other characters to explore how a city without a ladies room effects other people in other occupations.
  9. Hey guys! So I finally watched Endgame after it came out, there was some desperation and wetting involved in it. Right after Endgame came out I wanted to get a ticket as soon as I could, but the movies were so jammed with people that I could only watch it on Monday. I planned to watch it right after dinner at about 7.30pm. The film lasted for 3 hours and it will end at 10.30pm. Description phrase: I am very short, about 5’2 and 95 lbs in weight. Long flowing blonde hair. I brought a jacket in my bag, and dressed myself in a bra, white shirt, panties and a pair of micro jeans to look pretty. (I was so stupid to forget how cold the cinema can be) At about 5.45pm I put on my makeup, peed and left the house. Entering the mall at about 6 I immediately went to Mcdonalds and ordered their upsized burger(I can’t remember which one, sorry) a large coke and some fries and began to eat. It was then I noticed my need to pee. It was mild at about 3/10 and I ignored it and finished my food and that large cup of sprite. I was still thirsty and ordered another coke. Big mistake: I should have bought it during the movie. I finished all these at about 6.30pm. There was still an hour before the movie began so I went window shopping, trying out the dresses and skirts they had on sale. Time passes really fast when we do whatever we enjoy, right? In a flash it was already 7.15, and I put down the clothes to make way for the cinema. As usual I wanted to get myself a large drink (another big mistake) and some popcorn. In line I noticed the urge to pee was stronger at about 6/10. This is where I normally would start getting a little squirmy and look for a bathroom. I crossed my legs and squeezed my thighs together in line to help me hold it. Finally it was my turn to order. “Large coke and popcorn please” I said as I fidgeted slightly behind the counter. I checked my time after getting my stuff, it was about 7.25, I still had time for a bathroom break. I shuffled there and relieved myself in preparation for the movie. On hindsight, I realised that at that point of time I had 2 drinks circulating through my system, and another large one was about to come in. My bladder was going to fill up very quickly. I carried my popcorn and drink and sank into my seat, getting ready for the 3 hour long movie. I had just relieved myself so I was relatively confident that I would get through the whole thing without having to leave for the bathroom. I crunched some popcorn and gulped my drink, having nothing to do but watch the boring advertisements roll on. Finally the movie began. To my astonishment I have already gulped down about half my bottle of drink. Nothing too interesting happened to my bladder… UNTIL an hour and a half into the movie. My need for the bathroom was 7/10, I crossed my legs tighter together as I was already sitting crossed legged trying not to squirm, while hugging myself tightly because of the cold. So there I was, a small and weak girl sitting in the middle of a cinema with a rapidly filling bladder and shivering from the cold. I put on my jacket to protect those bare arms. To be honest I was astonished how my need has grown so fast, I then realised the amount of liquid in my system: 3 large drinks in total. If it was any other short movie I would have made it through all fine, but this was a way more interesting and longer one, which prevented me from running to the bathroom. With no choice, I uncrossed my legs and crossed them the other way, pressing my thighs tightly together. About 45 minutes left I was really desperate for the bathroom, my need was at a 8.5/10 and I was REALLY squirming in my seat trying not to leak. I finished my drink by then, and was really starting to regret it. I had a hand firmly between my tightly crossed legs blocking my pee hole trying not to leak, and bouncing my legs up down left right frantically. Then the first leak came: my pee hole opened momentarily only to be closed by my instincts and hands milliseconds later, but that was enough for some amount of pee to gush out of my bladder, dampening my panties. I felt a warm feeling in my crotch area. I assessed the damage using my hands, the wet spot was not showing through on my jeans, but it was definitely wet inside. I continued my little discreet pee pee dance within my seat, trying to delay the leaks and holding my bladder which was begging for release. My need shot up to a 9, occasionally spiking onto 10. With 10 minutes to go I was bouncing like a mad girl trying to hold back the 3 large drinks I foolishly had. I was constantly checking the time to see how close I was to relief, as my need was at a solid 10. Both my hands were buried deep within my crotch grasping at my pee hole trying to stop the leaks, but they kept coming. I was literally dribbling every few seconds. By then the wet spot was already visible on my micro jeans as I felt my crotch cold and wet. My crotch felt really cold but I still had to hold on. I did not know how I got through that 10 minutes without completely losing it in my seat. The lights came back up and I could examine my wet spot more clearly. I blushed in embarrassment as I noticed my butt was wet as well, the front of my jeans were certainly a darker shade of the usual blue. Coming back to my pee dance I grabbed my crotch desperately losing spurts into my panties and some drops even soaking my seat. I planned to run right to the bathroom after the post-credit scene I was looking forward to. As I spurted more and more I watched the credits scroll by, but another 10 minutes passed without a scene. I then noticed there was no end-credit scene and why the person next to me left so early. Carrying my empty drink and popcorn carton I stood up, and my pee hole immediately opened and I lost control for a full 2 seconds. I bent forward with a damp hand in my crotch stopping the flow and feeling a warm stream cascade down my thighs and legs. I took my jacket and hobbled to the bathroom. I really could not hold it anymore. There was no queue to the ladies, because of my stupidity to wait for the non-existent end credit scene. I rushed into the cubicle, a hand in my crotch fighting a losing battle while the other locking the door and hanging my jacket on the door. With the toilet so close to me my need increased ten-fold. Shaking my tightly crossed legs I unbuttoned my jeans, losing another spurt, and tried to unzip it. With me being so close to relief, the vice grip of the jeans was not helping, I had to pee really really badly. I tried to unzip it 3 more times and failed, it just wouldn’t budge and stayed there stubbornly. Finally, my tired floodgates opened, and it happened. Transparent liquid gushed out of my body with a loud hissing sound, through my panties, completely destroying the bottom of my micro jeans, and running down my legs. Warmth spread to my legs, my bladder finally found relief after all that torture, just not in the right place. I gasped and moaned in relief quietly and stood there, enjoying the relief. My pee pooled around my legs and ran into the stall next to mine. I really pity the cleaners but what could I do… I then made my way back home. I tied my jacket behind me to cover my glistening butt but my front had a revealing wet spot and was uncovered. On the way back home some people gave me weird stares but nothing too eventful happened. So that was my story! I probably should not drink too much before movies next time. Thanks for reading, hope you liked it! I would be doing other desperation scenes in the future so please stay tuned for that! Kayla
  10. Hii, This will probably not be a very long hold since I am already bursting. I am just sort of looking for permission to go? Please tell me what to do, I am at a 8,5/10 and just woke up after a pee dream (it was nice but unfortunately I really have to go) I kind of want to hold it longer but am already squirming and potty dancing in bed. I am wearing a one piece bodysuit that you can unbutton down there. I hope anyone comments in time, this is very time-sensitive to say the least It isn't my intention to wet the bed as I dread the clean up but I wouldn't exactly mind wetting the bodysuit
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    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!)
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  12. What situations have you been in in real life where you have been bursting but couldn’t go? i spent years teaching where I couldn’t just leave a class of young children unsupervised just to empty my bladder no matter how badly I needed it. I am also a parent so often have to deal with urgent situations at home that mean I can’t just go pee even when bursting. Over the tears I have also had jobs where it simply wasn’t possible to just go pee whenever you wanted. On a cash desk you couldn’t just leave the till of money unattended or when in a call centre you had to finish your call regardless how long it took. i have also been in training course and business meetings when you would get into a lot of trouble leaving to use the bathroom. I’m curious what other situations others have been in in real life that made them have to hold.
  13. 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…”
  14. 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.
  15. 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.
  16. 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)  
  17. Edited by- frostyjr2 Katrina Kaif, superstar of the Hindi film industry, always kept herself in a shroud of secrecy. Media was always flooded with the reports of her link-ups but she never spoke on the issue. Some people argued that her actual name is ‘Katrina Turquotte’ but she never bothered to reply to any questions which were not directly related to her job. As usual, Katrina was busy shooting for one of her movies that day. An actor’s life is always hectic and her life was no different. Katrina knew the amount of hard work and sweat it took to reach to the top. She was a struggler once, roaming the streets of Mumbai in search of work and now, she was an established star... heart throb of millions. People would wait in lines for hours and hours on end to meet her, such was her star power. Although critics had slammed her several times for her poor acting skills, it rarely caught up to her. Tough competition from fellow actors always kept her on her toes, because she knew the main reason she was so immensely popular amongst the masses was because of her mind-blowing good looks and a goddess-like figure. So she worked really hard to look beautiful on-screen; from working out in the gym to keeping her diet in check, she was doing it all, but most importantly she always drank a lot of water to keep herself hydrated and energetic. Even today she was just focusing on her work, getting ready for the next scene as she consumed a considerable amount of water between the shots. “Ma’am, we are ready to shoot,” one of the assistant directors informed her. ‘I’ll be there in just a moment,” Katrina replied as the make-up artist gave finishing touches to her make-up. The sun blazed high in the sky. As they began filming the scene, Katrina became engrossed in her character and dialogues, although she never forgot to take regular sips from her water bottle between takes. Kat had consumed a whopping three bottles of water and a tall glass of lemonade since she began shooting and she hadn’t been to the loo even once yet. Shooting today wasn’t any different from the other days, looking heavenly on screen was the top priority. In between the shots , Katrina felt a slight nudge within her bladder. Maybe all the water she had consumed was finally catching up to her. She glanced at the digital wall-clock hanging at the set; it was 1 o’clock, which meant there were still six hours to go before the pack-up. “I’d better make a visit to the toilet and then resume with the shoot” Kat thought to herself. As the break-time was called, she walked off to her vanity trailer with her assistant, Sandy. As the actress opened the door to the loo, she witnessed an over-flowing toilet, mucky water spewing out as if it were to flood the entire vanity van. “Sandy!” she called out in rage, “What the hell is this?” she asked, pointing towards the commode. Sandy was in utter shock. Superstars of such strata are supposed to be provided with five-star facilities and all of their needs and whims are to be accommodated no matter how absurd or trivial, but somehow this error had crept in. Such negligence with regard to a most basic and essential need could possibly cost Sandy her job! “I’ll get it fixed right away, ma’am! Could you please wait outside until it’s done?” she requested politely, although she knew Katrina would be angry at this. “Huh…Okay, I’ll be waiting on the sets. Just get it fixed fast!” Kat ordered as she stepped out of the vanity. As Katrina sat around, texting on her phone, one of the assistant directors from the unit came along. ”Ma’am, I’ve heard you're having a problem with your trailer. Do you need me to arrange another one for you?” he asked. “No, I’d rather use mine; please get it fixed as quickly as possible,” she said a bit sharply, before getting back to her texting. Her need to pee wasn’t urgent so she was just talking with people. She was beginning to feel hungry by this time, so she ordered herself a plate of rice with curd, a cinnamon roll and a cup of black coffee. Twenty minutes later when she was done with her lunch ,she called up Sandy to get some feedback about the ongoing repairs. “Are they done yet?” Katrina asked. “No ma’am, I’m afraid not. The technicians have reported a major break-down and they need to take the vanity to the service center for repairs” she reported, somewhat terrified at the thought of how would Katrina react to this. “What?! she yelled through the phone, “Where am I supposed to change my costumes and go to the loo then?” she growled. “Ma’am, I’m really sorry but you may have to share a vanity with other actors or use the public restrooms for today," Sandy informed her. Then there was an awkward silence as neither of them spoke for a moment. “Are you telling me that they want me to use the same toilet which all the unit members use?” Katrina then demanded petulantly. It was an affront to her dignity to ask her to use public loos and her ego wouldn’t allow her to share another actor’s van. “Ma’am I know it’s really inconvenient for you but ….” said Sandy. Even before she could complete her sentence Katrina countered, “ I don’t give a fuck if the vanity is not working , get it fixed or arrange another one! I will stall the shoot indefinitely my demands aren’t fulfilled,” she yelled and hung up the call. Sandy immediately called one of the members of the production team to arrange for a replacement vanity trailer. “Hello, this is Sandy, Katrina’s assistant,” she spoke through the phone. “Yes ,how may I help you?” came the reply. “I’d like you to arrange an air conditioned vanity van for Katrina since her van has broken down and is being taken for repairs,” she explained. “Could you please get it done as soon as possible?” “I am sorry to inform you miss, but I personally asked Miss Kaif if she’d like us to arrange another one earlier, and she declined,” the man replied. “We’ve sent the only spare vanity to another shooting location now,” he stated, “So I'm sorry, but I can’t help you with this at the moment.” Sandy was totally nonplussed now. “No replacement trailer?!! Katrina will be so angry when she finds out about this,” she thought. She even asked the producer of the movie for help but to no avail. When Katrina finally was told what had transpired, she stalled the shoot as she had warned earlier. “Ma'am, please try to understand the situation,” said the Producer, “All the location company's remaining vanities are booked on other shoots, and it will be at least 3 to 4 hours before another one becomes available. We can’t wait that long, or we’ll incur a huge loss”, he pleaded. "As it is, we're wasting daylight, and we need to shoot this scene now!" Katrina could now feel her bladder filling up; she was almost at three quarters full. These sensations made her argue with the producers even more. “I need my requests to be fulfilled, only then will I resume the shoot, do you get me?” she growled. She just wasn’t willing to listen to anyone, after all she was a star and she needed to be treated like one. Throwing tantrums on the sets was a common phenomenon, since people were always there who would fend for her. An hour and a half passed by. Meanwhile, from the Director and Producer on down to the set dressers, everyone was doing their bit to convince her. Katrina had never been this diva-like on the set before; this hyper-aggressive and attention-seeking attitude had crept in only after a few recent box-office successes. She wasn’t ready to negotiate, but then she realized that it wasn't really the producer's fault that they wouldn’t be able to accede to her demands and this wasn’t the only project she had to work upon. Other projects she had committed to also needed to be looked after, so she thought it was better to adjust a little and wrap up the work as quickly and efficiently as possible, then she would be free to go. Katrina agreed to resume the shoot, but only on the condition of extra payment, which was quickly conceded by the film's producers, who were now desperate to resume shooting. She was provided with a changing room, but was still lacking a personal toilet. “Ma'am, the shot is ready,” informed Sandy. “I’m on my way.” As Kat stood up from her seat, she could clearly feel the strain on her bladder which had significantly increased in prominence, although this had gone unnoticed because she had been sitting down all this while. “Maybe I should go to the toilets first, then report at the sets ” Katrina thought. As she opened the door to the single common toilet stall present on the entire set, she was mortified by the sight of filthiness. It seemed the crew hadn’t cleaned or maintained the loos for a very long time now. It smelled absolutely horrible, and she covered her face with her hand to ward off the stench. “I am never going to use such a nasty loo” she told herself. The only way left for her was to hold her pee until the shoot ended. She shot a look at her wrist watch. It was 4:00 in the afternoon, so she still had 3 hours to go before she could go home. “I can wait that long” she thought. Little did she knew that she had seriously miscalculated how much she drank earlier, in fact she was being a little too overconfident on her holding abilities. Wearing light blue jeans and a white top as per her character’s needs, she walked off towards the sets. On regular days she’d go to the loo every thirty minutes, but if necessary she could easily wait for up to a couple of hours. Kat had been desperate to pee only a handful of times before and she was unaware of the fact that the limits of her boastful cast iron bladder were going to be severely tested that day. After a short discussion, they launched into the dialogue sequence. Unfortunately, the male protagonist wasn’t well prepared and they had to do the scene over a few times. Kat’s urge to go to the toilet was becoming more serious by the moment. Maybe her decision to resume the shoot without responding to her nature calls was wrong after all. Nevertheless she kept shooting, putting her need to urinate on the back burner. She made sure not to consume any more liquids, though; the amount of water she had drunk earlier was already proving to be too much to be held back with ease. As the time passed slowly, her need to piss increased at an alarming rate. In fact, it had intensified to such an extent that it was taking a conscious effort to hold back her pee now, though Katrina was still adamant not to use the toilet on the sets. “I’ll quickly wrap up the shoot and head home,” she thought. Even before she was a world famous celebrity, Katrina had always despised using public loos. Being a cleanliness freak, she would never allow herself to walk into such filthy areas, no matter how desperate she was. The director planned to film her monologue first. Katrina started with her text and after a minute the camera operator stopped and asked her to do it again because of some lighting problem. Then she wasn’t able to deliver the exact expressions and emotions the director wanted from her, and this delayed the shoot a little more. During her monologue, she was asked to stop and repeat a little part a few times. After about an hour or so of this, she was really feeling a massive urge to pee. She tried to act normally, but several times she found herself squirming and rubbing her thighs together, growing a bit uncomfortable now. “Kat! Can I talk to you for a second” the director asked. He probably wanted to discuss some scenes before they filmed them. "The screenwriter has just given us some changes to the script, sorry !" As they spoke, Katrina stood with her legs wide apart. Crossing them would have been too suggestive of her desperate state, but even so she was gritting her teeth from needing to pee really badly now. She revised her monologue on a minute’s notice; even though she was rather distracted by her almost full bladder , she knew she had to focus on her work. As she shot the scene, she thought of the day when she left her home in London, to make a career in the Hindi film industry, or "Bollywood" as it is familiarly called. When she first came to India, she didn’t even speak the native tongue, but still she was confident she would pull it off. Those days of struggle and hardships were the ones that molded her into what she was today. They had said she could never be an actress but she had proven them all wrong, hadn't she? If she could do that, surely she could manage to hold her pee in just a bit longer ! It was 7:20 pm when the shoot finally came to an end. Katrina had been waiting so long for this moment to arrive. “We’ll be going straight home,” she informed Sandy. “Ma'am, I am truly sorry, but you’ve to attend Mrs. Chawla’s charity function, since you’ve been invited as one of the Chief Guests at the event,” Sandy said. "It is crucial for you to make an appearance, otherwise, you know, it gives a bad impression.” “Oh, right, I totally forgot about that! I don’t feel like going at all…” Katrina sighed, “…but since Mrs. Chawla is a close friend, it is better to attend the function, I suppose.” “Ma'am, if you really don’t feel like, then let it be, I’ll just tell her that you were busy with your shoots or something,” Sandy suggested. “No, it’s okay, the event is for a good cause and I shouldn’t withhold my support ,” Kat replied, “But is there any way we could head home first, and then attend the event?” she asked, really wanting to use the loo at home. “Ma'am, I’m afraid not. We’re already running late for the event; if we're going, then we'd better hurry up,” Sandy said. Katrina stood there for a moment, balancing her urgent need against her desire to help a friend. Finally she said, “Okay then, let’s go. I just hope they have a clean toilet , because I would really like to use the restroom as soon as we get there!” This was the first time Sandy was made fully aware of Katrina’s condition, although she wasn’t surprised since she had seen Kat drinking a lot of water during the shoot earlier that day. “Sure ma’am, I’ll call them up and ask them to arrange a hygienic restroom facility for you,” Sandy replied. Wearing a pink top and a pair of fashionably tight blue jeans now, she left for the event. No sensible woman would have ever left the set, needing to pee as much as she did. With most of the water still remaining to pass through her, she was in for a desperate ride. It was a total gamble to try to hold it and travel since she already was immensely desperate and there was a huge possibility that she’d be caught in the middle of a heavy traffic jam at this time of day. As the ride towards the event continued, Kat was growing considerably frantic. She could feel she was already holding a lot of liquid in her bladder. She crossed her legs, and rubbed her thighs with her hands; she was ready to do anything that would have reduced the pressure. “My bladder is bursting, Sandy! When are we going to get there?” She inquired, pulling the waistband of her jeans away from her rock hard abdomen. It eased a great deal of pressure down there, but she still was longing to pee. Her assistant noticed that Kat was getting quite restless and irritated. Then again, what else could you expect from a person who had not been able to use the toilet for a good six hours or, in her case, even longer than that? “Oh dear, are you going to be okay?” Sandy asked, a bit concerned now. “We’ll be there before you know it...” “I hope so!” Every now and then Kat lifted her head a little and looked out of the window, obviously trying to see how far away from the destination she was. She was leaning forwards with her bum right on the edge of her seat with her hands on her knees rocking back and forth. Sure enough, the traffic was terrible, and it was 7:45 pm when the car ultimately reached its destination. Katrina held her bladder with her left hand and wiggled her butt a little. “OH yeah! I’m ready for my big release!” she chirped with excitement, looking out of the dark tinted window of her car. She had never felt her bladder this full ; obviously she was dying for a pee. She seemed a lot more fidgety and uncomfortable than she had been even just a few moments before; bouncing on her seat, wanting the car to stop so she could make a bee-line to the ladies. Sitting inside, she could see the massive crowd of people awaiting her, bright lights and all the glitter of stardom. This was what she had been working her entire life for. As her long BMW pulled up and stopped, she collected some grace in her demeanor and took a step out of the car onto the green carpet; meanwhile the fans went crazy shouting and howling her name. After all they had stood hours waiting for her and obviously there were paparazzi present at the venue too. She had to act normal, as if nothing was wrong. She couldn’t give out a clue that she was desperate to go to the restroom! Meanwhile an usher came to escort her. “This way ma'am..” he said as he guided her along. Katrina gently cupped her now quite visible bladder bulge and followed him till she reached the backstage area. “Where are the toilets?” she asked, but just as she did, she heard the host announce her name. “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the one and only, Katrina Kaif!” a thunderous round of applause and cheering followed. This was her cue to make her entrance on stage, and normally there was no way she would have delayed it, but she absolutely had to use the restroom now. “Sandy, couldn’t you ask them to hold on for a moment? They didn’t give me any time to freshen up, I really need to use the loo,” she said. “Ma'am , you've already been announced, and they are waiting for you with a bouquet of flowers, it’s time to be on stage,” an event manager informed her. There was no escaping it now; she had to be on stage no matter what. She wanted to go to the bathroom so badly, but it looked like she would have to hold it a while longer. There was a repetitive chant of, “I have to go to the washroom ….. I have to go to the washroom,” inside her head as she stood there. Unwillingly Katrina climbed upon the stage slowly and carefully, making sure not to put any strain on her super-full bladder. The audience and media went berserk as they got the first glimpse of their favorite star, the paparazzi’s flashbulbs blinding her as they took their photographs. They were whistling and calling her name out to try to get her to look in their direction, as Katrina waved to her fans, received the bouquet of flowers humbly and went straight to occupy one of the seats on stage. She felt a drop of sweat running down her back; maybe her body was trying to get rid of the excess liquid. “Yes.. the more I sweat, the less I have to pee” she thought, but the cool breeze flowing through the open air event wasn’t helping and being seated, there was little to nothing she could do to help her body sweat more. She didn’t give a hoot about the ongoing event. Her entire thought process was focused on the fact that she needed to piss like a race horse. She sat there wiggling her body as unobtrusively as possible, trying to endure this unfavorable situation. “Now I call upon the ever-so-gorgeous Bollywood beauty Katrina Kaif to come and share her thoughts about the issue,” said the host. Unfortunately, Katrina didn’t remember what ‘issue’ the host was speaking of. She had entirely lost her presence of mind but she had to speak something or else what would the media and her beloved fans think of her? Katrina methodically and cautiously took small steps to the podium, trying her level best to keep her posture as gracious as possible, amidst the huge sound of claps and howls. Her bladder was full to the brim, and this made it impossible for her to even stand straight let alone walk. There she stood on the stage, with her bladder ready to explode with all the force of a nuclear bomb. She felt really uncomfortable standing in front of such a huge crowd and wanting to go to the toilet so badly. As she spoke through the mike, she rubbed her thighs together, uttering random phrases that were coming to her mouth, she wasn’t even able to think straight from needing to pee so badly. The audience couldn’t really understand what she was trying to say, but that didn’t seem to bother them in the least. Katrina didn’t have any idea what issue she was supposed to be talking about; all her focus and endurance was being burned up in the effort to stand still and hold her pee in. Suddenly she felt a sharp jolt in her bladder intensifying the pressure manifold. Knowing just how close she had come to wetting herself at that point, she almost buried her hand in her crotch but somehow resisted, realizing she was in full public view at the moment. “…..I thank you all once again,” she managed to say, before she went back to her seat. Kat was steeling herself to keep from running off the stage to use the nearest toilet available as it would have seemed to be rude and disrespectful. Instead, she waited patiently, nursing an aching bladder between her hips as the next speaker rose and made their way to the podium. She crossed her legs so tightly her posture almost looked unnatural, but anything that helped reduce the incredible strain on her sphincter was crucial. Losing control and wetting herself was not at all an option... what would her fans think if she were to have an accident in public, and at a charity function, no less? Her impeccable social image, the aura of a perfect dream life that a star carries around, all of that would be over for her. It was this thought that gave her the courage and stamina to hang on. Finally after 20 minutes of honorary award distribution, the event came to its end. Kat wasted no time in making her exit. She clasped her butt as soon as she got off the stage. The pressure she was experiencing on her pee hole was colossal, and the only thing on her mind was to get inside a toilet and take a wee. It didn’t even matter to her anymore if it was a personal toilet or a public one; all that mattered was gaining relief. “Lead me to the toilets, please…. I’ve got to drain my bladder,” Katrina asked Sandy, desperately shaking her thighs. “Ma'am, I am afraid there are no toilets here,” Sandy replied, avoiding any eye contact. As Katrina heard this, a wave of horror ran through her body. She almost lost control and wet herself then and there, but somehow barely managed to keep the desperate urge in check. “Are you fucking kidding me?” she whispered fiercely, making sure nobody else could listen to them as the bouncers made way through the crowd for her. “I am really sorry ma'am, but this event is being held at an open ground with no restroom facilities,” Sandy replied guiltily. For some reason, she almost felt as if it was her fault that Kat wasn’t getting an opportunity to relieve herself. She realized what Sandy had said was actually the truth; it was an open field. “Hey!, Are there any toilets around?” Katrina asked an event coordinator who happened to be nearby. “No, ma'am, there are no toilets around here.” he answered before continuing on his way in a rush. Sandy saw that Katrina’s bladder was now bulging out like a basketball. No wonder she was so desperate! Poor Kat was left speechless. She had been so sure that once she’d gotten off of the stage, she could finally take a long glorious piss, but it looked like she might have to push herself even more and hang on until she found a solution to the serious crisis she was dealing with. “Oh my God, what am I gonna do?” she asked herself. She was fidgeting now, really worried about when and where she was going to pee. When she was certain that there weren’t any toilets around, she made a decision that was quite risky. There was a major chance that she’d not be able to pull it off and would end up failing miserably and peeing her pants. The only way out of this suffering was to try to get home to use the toilet. There was absolutely no other option left. “Sandy, we are leaving right now!” she exclaimed, revealing the extent of her desperation. The thought of holding her pee till she reached home sent chills up and down her spine. She had already come really close to wetting her panties just now. The plan was to make a quick exit out of the event and head straight home. People were trying to talk to her but the bouncers were fending them off, so at least she didn’t have to worry about being mobbed. Kat saw Mrs. Chawla talking to some guests. It is a common courtesy to say goodbye to your host before you leave, so she went up straight to her. “Hello...” she greeted Mrs. Chawla as they both exchanged a kiss on their cheeks. “I am so glad you showed up my dear…” Mrs. Chawla stated, smiling as widely as possible. “Oh it’s nothing. It was a wonderful event, but I am surprised there aren’t any toilets around here?” Katrina said, bouncing on her knees not caring if it made her desperation obvious. She was not trying to keep up appearances now; she was just trying to keep from losing control and ending up with in a massive flood cascading down her pants. “Yes , I am sorry for that," Mrs. Chawla said distractedly. She seemed quite oblivious to Kat's state of advanced desperation as she took her by the hand and led her away from the door. "Come, let me introduce you to Mr. Singhania, he flew here from Dubai just to attend this event…” Katrina interacted with the guests unwillingly for a couple of minutes, all the while having to contain a vast quantity of liquid in her, and feeling more full than she had ever been in her whole life. She tried to concentrate, but it seemed like they all were just blabbering on and on. They had no idea that she was nursing a bladder which was ready to start overflowing with pee at any moment. At last, when Katrina could hardly manage to think of anything else except, “I want to pee! Oh God how I want to pee! " she said, “I think I’ll leave Mrs. Chawla, I must go home now,” making a hugging gesture, trying to bail out as fast as she could. “Oh dear, can’t you stay for a little while longer?” Mrs. Chawla asked, wanting her to stay, as she held Kat by her elbow. "So many of them have come just to see you, you know..." Katrina forced a smile on her face and said, “No I really have to go," before she added softly, "I can’t begin to tell you just how much I need to pee right now,” shaking her legs a little bit. “Looks like you’re really desperate for the loo! So sad, we couldn’t arrange restrooms at this place, then you could have stayed longer” Mrs. Chawla said, finally noticing the state poor Kat was in. “Well, never mind, I’ll see you again soon.” “Ya, b-bye!” Kat said and left as quickly as possible heading straight to the place where her car was waiting for her, completely ignoring any calls from her fans who were shouting her name loud enough to make the entire neighborhood echo. The walk to the car was sheer agony; each step felt like it would tear her bladder apart. For such a) slim girl she had a pretty big tank, but after all, every bladder has its limits. She waved to every gazing eye and quickly got inside the car. It was 8:30 pm by the time she made her departure. “Let’s go home quick” she ordered her driver, as she crossed her legs tightly, trying to take some pressure off of her pee hole. Katrina made the driver put up the partition screen so he couldn’t watch or listen to what was going on in the back seat. She definitely didn’t want him to witness her desperation, and it was also a precaution in case she finally lost control and wet her pants during the ride home. “Oh Sandy, it was such a long day,” she said breathing heavily, giving her crotch a couple of good squeezes as she looked out of the window. “Don’t worry, we’ll be home soon” Sandy replied encouragingly. Kat was happy to finally be rushing home to pee after an entire day of work. She only wished there was an even faster way to get there so she could end her dilemma. She undid the button and zipper of her jeans, which reduced a great deal of pressure from her bladder. She caressed her painfully swollen abdomen, “I drank like….like … so much water.. .and I’ve been holding it for so long…” she stated, squirming and wiggling her butt. She was extremely worried now about whether she’d be able to reach home in time or not. She was feeling a lot better with her zip undone, but later when she would get out of the car she was going to suffer in agony when she will need to do it up again, compressing her swollen bladder once more. She didn’t have any idea of what time it was, she didn’t care what day it was, she didn’t know where they were going, all she was concerned about was her need to pee which was driving her crazy. “I've really got to go…” she sighed. Each speed bump on the way made her bladder want to explode. She was vigorously rubbing her crossed thigh and knee with one hand and holding herself with the other. Her breathing had turned really heavy, signifying her extreme need to relieve herself. She was about to pee all over the car seat but was somehow managing to hold on. She wasn’t ready to let go of her perfect life model; she always used to think that a star’s life should be perfect, that nothing should happen against their desire, but here she was, holding her crotch. The moment she wet herself her perfect life would end, then and there. Somewhere at the back of her mind she just wanted to scream at the driver to pull over so she could pee by the side of the road, but that would have made a major NEWS headlines for tomorrow morning and she certainly didn’t want that. As the car neared a traffic signal that flashed red, she panicked, “Oh my god, we’re gonna stop.” The driver pressed on the brakes, and this sudden lurch was enough to make her lose control for a moment. She spurted a stream of wee into her panties, and a wet patch emerged on the crotch of her jeans before Katrina somehow managed to regain control of her sphincter and stem the flow immediately. “Oh my fucking god, it’s starting to come out…” her body was wracked by shivers, and she could feel that her chances of making it in time were fading away little by little. “I really should have used the toilet on the sets..” she gasped. "I don't think I can hold on much longer...I'm not going to make it." “Oh no, hang in there Kat” Sandy said, with a hint of support and sympathy in her tone. Katrina had fought a gallant battle against her body, but now it seemed like her control was slipping. Still, she was so close to her home now and her self-respect would not let her to give in to the situation. She wasn’t ready to succumb to her need and wet herself just yet; she would hold on until she couldn't any longer. As the car neared her apartment building, Katrina squeezed her crotch with all the strength left inside her. “Oh my god, I can see the fucking entrance, 17 floors…” she sighed. She said this to herself so that she could collect all her will and resolve to hold it back until she reached the toilet. The very moment, the car finally stopped, she literally jumped out of it without even trying to zip up her jeans. Any additional pressure would have been dangerous at this point. She had left a small patch of urine on the car seat but she didn’t notice it. Holding her rock hard bladder with one hand and covering the unbuttoned part of her jeans with the other, she took quick baby steps to the elevator, leaving Sandy behind in her haste. She didn’t care if anyone saw the wet patch on her crotch, at least it was better than completely wetting herself in public. After being seated all this while suddenly getting up and running was seemingly too taxing for her bladder, but Katrina somehow managed to control the urge to pee which was now almost overwhelming her. She was fatigued beyond words being subjected to such prolonged desperation, but she was just a few brief moments away from the explosive relief she craved. She couldn’t give up now! She hobbled across the empty hallway; no sign of a single person gave her the chance to grab her crotch again. She pressed the button to call for the elevator doors to open. When they did, she quickly got inside just as Sandy finally caught up to her. The elevator started ascending slowly, much too slowly. “Oh my god, no….” Katrina cried out with a look of horror on her face as another two second long stream of fresh, hot urine ran down her right leg, expanding the wet patch drastically along the way as it went. A few dribbles fell on the floor, making it evident that she was losing control of her bladder now. “Fuck, this is embarrassing..” she sighed, her confidence shattered a bit. What if the world knew that the ever-perfect star was not that perfect after all? Her entire body was trembling with the sheer pressure of needing to pee so much. She knew there was a hidden camera installed in the elevator, so a taking a leak there was not possible. That bit of video would be probably posted to the various social media sites and go viral before she even had a chance to get inside and change her clothes! This was the moment when Sandy actually felt sorry for the actress. She couldn’t stand watching Katrina in such a vulnerable state but there was no way she could help her out. Getting to the desired floor was taking a while and time went by slowly, almost seeming to stand still as Kat anxiously watched the lights indicating each floor it was passing. “When are we going to get there?!” Kat wailed, her face looking almost as if she was about to cry. “Hold on just a while more, we’ll be there any moment…” Sandy quoted. “I’ve never held my pee this long ever before…” Katrina breathed, as she blew air from her pursed lips, denoting the incredible amount of pressure she was battling to hold back the inevitable flood. She violently wiggled her legs as she kept pressing her hand into her wet crotch. Finally, the moment came when the lift finally stopped at the 17th floor. Katrina knew her maid must be at home so there was no bother looking for the keys to get in. She held her breath with all her might as the elevator opened. She was sure that if she relaxed her body for even a moment she would loose control of her bladder. With her body significantly bent forward she took tiny steps to the door of her apartment and rang the bell, but there was no sound of anyone coming to open it. Instead, Kat could hear the sound of a loud vacuum cleaner, and the blaring of Indian pop music from the radio on the other side of the door. “Oh my God, she’s not answering the door” she said as she doubled over in agony, legs tightly crossed and grabbing her crotch with her left hand all this while. Luckily there was no one around to witness her predicament. Every single second seemed like an eternity to her, since she was holding so much back. After waiting for about ten seconds, Katrina rang the bell again, this time almost continuously pressing the buzzer. “Open the door quick… I have to go to the toilet!” she yelled as she banged on the door multiple times, 20 times in a row in fact, hoping that the maid would hear it over the sound of the radio and vacuum cleaner . She took sparse breaths; she was trying to keep her body as stiff and taut as possible. At this point any muscle relaxation would have been dangerous. She took out her phone from her jeans pocket and called her maid now. Sandy saw her hands shaking as she did this. “Pick up the call, pick up the call,” Kat chanted to herself as she heard the phone ringing. As she stood there, Katrina’s legs were trembling, her wee was right on the edge of shooting out uncontrollably and this time she was sure she wouldn’t be able to stop it. The maid wasn’t answering the call. She probably couldn't hear anything above the sound of the vacuum cleaner and the music. Kat had thought of using the toilet right at the moment she got home, but it seemed like it wasn’t her day, and the denial of her anticipated release only made things worse. She had wanted to go to the toilet for almost eight hours now... how much longer would she have to wait to gain the relief she had needed so desperately all this while? She tried to ring her for a last time. “Hello?” the maid finally answered. “Can’t you hear that I’ve been ringing the doorbell for so long?” Kat yelled through the phone, hopping from foot to foot. “Sorry ma'am! I was using the vacuum, I didn’t hear anything,” the maid replied, as she hurriedly walked towards the door to open it. “ I’ve to go to the toilet, open the door quick!’ Kat cried, with a look of utmost distress and agony on her face. “Just a moment ma'am..” the maid replied as she disconnected the call, dreading the fact that, how angry her boss would be once she let her in. Kat again rang the doorbell several times in frustration and pain, the maid finally opened the door. “Where the fuck have you been?!” Katrina shouted. She made a mad dash for the toilet, but had to stop suddenly, grabbing her crotch real hard as once again a one second long forceful spurt of urine escaped into her panties, widening the already huge wet patch on the crotch of her jeans and the right leg. This made her hold her breath even harder and make her muscles more stiff as she stood there leaning against the wall with one hand and grabbing her crotch with the other as she tried to regain a little control. “Oh no.., just a few more steps…” she cried out. Relief was now so close, yet still agonizingly far away. Each step increased the extreme pain in her bladder and made her feel each drop of the vast quantity of pee she had been bottling in for so long now. As she finally reached the toilet she opened the door quicker than she had opened any door in her entire life. She didn’t bother to lock it, although she pushed it a little to make the door slide close. Katrina could not even wait until she was fully seated on the toilet; the instant her panties were down and her legs just starting to bend her pee came blasting out like a fire-hose jetting all over and she dropped on the seat completely tired from holding it for so long. “Aaaaaah…!” she sighed in relief, closing her eyes as she face upwards. “Oh, thank goodness!” she breathed as she relaxed her aching bladder muscles completely and let her pee pour out. Then, “Oh the pressure!” She would have never have believed she was capable of peeing with such force. She had always been a steady stream girl, even when absolutely desperate, but this was the biggest blast of wee she had ever managed. Her shoulders sagged in exhaustion. Her thoughts and sight were blurred by the relief she was feeling. Her eyeballs rolled back in utter bliss of finally being able to empty her bursting bladder. The feeling of relief was sheer ecstasy to her, and she felt a euphoric shiver run across her body. The stream coming out of her hole was so thick and strong that it felt like it would make a hole in the porcelain. “Huff…” she breathed heavily, enjoying the wonderful sensation of her urine as it continued gushing out of her bladder ferociously. It was uncanny that even after spurting so much piss for so long she still had a copious amount inside of her. There was a never-ending stream of pee rushing out of her now. Both Sandy and the maid could clearly hear the sound of a torrent of pee falling into the toilet bowl, and Sandy imagined the immense relief now flowing through Katrina's body. “It feels so good to finally release it!” Kat thought. After about a minute and a half of strong flow her stream slowed a bit, then became intermittent. Each spurt of urine that came out of her body gave her unbelievable satisfaction. She gave a couple of more thick short blasts and came to the conclusion that she was done peeing. Her bladder was finally empty, although it still hurt and felt extremely stretched. “Phew… that was a lot!” she said to herself with a smile running across her face. Oh, that feeling of a deflated bladder was beyond words. She stood up and regained her composure. This was undoubtedly the most important pee of her life and the longest one too. She was lucky there hadn’t been any unusually heavy Mumbai traffic that day, or God knows what would have happened. She pulled her wet jeans and panties back on, and it was only then that she realized just how big the wet patch actually was. It ran from her crotch all the way down to the ankle of the right leg of her jeans. “It seems I really needed to pee after all.. ” she said to herself, massaging her abdomen. As she came out of the toilet, she saw Sandy and her maid waiting for her in the dining room. They both saw the huge wet patch on her jeans but kept quiet, not wanting to embarrass their boss any further. “I want no one to know about this, understood?” she ordered. “And, Sandy, you tell the producer to get me a replacement vanity by tomorrow or I'm done with the shoot for that movie!” “Yes ma’am!” they said meekly in unison as they watched the star walk into her room and slam the door behind her. When she was out of sight behind the closed door however, Kat couldn't help smiling at the memory of her desperate day, and wondering if and when it might happen again…… soon.
  18. From the album: [English] Random translated comics/images part 2

    Little comic from choipiro called I only forgot my purse and yet.. (財布を忘れただけなのに) Don't know why it's called that as I didn't see a purse mentioned. She needs to pee but a couple was having sex in the bathroom, and the other bathrooms were closed. She ultimately wets herself in front of everyone.
  19. 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.
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