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  1. 156 downloads

    After a really long rapid desperation sesh I finally make it to the tub. I can't even begin to explain how badly I had to go, I was constantly losing control and little bits would spurt out while setting up the camera. I tried to wait as long as I could before starting the recording so it's just the last part of the desperation where I basically can't hold it in anymore as hard as I try.
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  2. An Omo poem about a busy house with only one loo and a mum who needs to go… I woke up nice and early As desperate as can be Rushed straight into the bathroom For a long and lovely pee. Then I went into the kitchen Where it was just the cat and me To catch up on the daily news with a nice big mug of tea. But soon the others woke up And they all queued for the shower We’re a very busy family They’d be no loo for an hour! You see we only have one bathroom No en-suite or small loo So I crossed my legs while cooking eggs And made another brew! The first came in a towel He looked and smelt so clean But all that I was wanting Was to go where he’d just been! He sat and ate some breakfast As he talked about his school While I gently rubbed my tummy My bladder felt so full! Next I saw my husband All smart in suit and tie He kissed my cheek and hugged me Winking as he said goodbye I tried to sneak upstairs again For a really needed wee But the door was locked, the shower on And I squirmed for all to see! “Stop that mum! That isn’t cool” Came a gruff voice from a bed “I’m next in line, Is that the time?” “I’ll be quick!” was all I said He looked at me and swung his legs Then barked, “I’m sorry mum!” One hand gripped his pj front And the other clutched his bum! I hid my eyes and looked away It was not a sight to see! I ran into my bedroom Still bursting for a pee! Behind the door I squirmed and danced As urges came so strong This wasn’t great, I’d need to wait Though I wasn’t sure how long! Minutes past I heard a call “Mum, where’s my favourite top?” But my hand was pushed between my legs I was scared to move or stop! “I think it’s on your bedroom floor!” I gasped back in despair. “But now it’s creased and dirty And I don’t know what to wear!” I leaned against the bedroom wall And tensed my thighs so tight I handed her another top That I hoped would be alright Then I raced across the landing And knocked the bathroom door “Is anybody in there? I can not wait much more!” “Sorry mum, I’m in the bath I’ll shout you when it’s free” In dire need I grabbed myself I REALLY had to pee! Frightened I might wet myself I wondered where to go So I went down to the kitchen And paced back to and fro I was only in my nightdress And my flowery granny pants When I spotted something shiny: A dish that was my aunt’s! The precious family heirloom Kept out for all to see But now it seemed the perfect thing To use for me to pee! I danced and squirmed a little more But when the pressure peaked My bladder couldn’t take the strain My poor urethra leaked! I’d been holding on for ages Bursting for so long I slid my hand inside my pants But I knew I hadn’t long! I grabbed the dish with just one hand And placed it on the floor Then I tried to pull my knickers down while leaking more and more! I squatted over best I could Warm urine leaking out Terrified that I’d be caught Just then I heard a shout “Mum that’s me done, the toilet’s free Did you say you had to go? I heard him coming down the stairs I had to stop the flow! I’d only dribbled in the dish But my knickers were all wet I tried to stop, just one last drop, And then I heard his step! I stood up straight and grabbed the dish I had no time to think With urine dripping down my legs I placed it in the sink I smiled at my grown up son Then raced up to the loo Still absolutely desperate There was nothing I could do With knickers on I peed so fast Relieved I even swore And then my daughter walked right in Cos I hadn’t shut the door! “Oh sorry mum! Oh what a shock The floor’s wet, did you know?” “Yes that was me, I’m sorry love I really had to go!” “That’s ok. It can’t be helped. It happens to me too! I think you need to drink less tea… And we need another loo!” for anyone unable to read it: I woke up nice and early As desperate as can be Rushed straight into the bathroom For a long and lovely pee. Then I went into the kitchen Where it was just the cat and me To catch up on the daily news with a nice big mug of tea. But soon the others woke up And they all queued for the shower We’re a very busy family They’d be no loo for an hour! You see we only have one bathroom No en-suite or small loo So I crossed my legs while cooking eggs And made another brew! The first came in a towel He looked and smelt so clean But all that I was wanting Was to go where he’d just been! He sat and ate some breakfast As he talked about his school While I gently rubbed my tummy My bladder felt so full! Next I saw my husband All smart in suit and tie He kissed my cheek and hugged me Winking as he said goodbye I tried to sneak upstairs again For a really needed wee But the door was locked, the shower on And I squirmed for all to see! “Stop that mum! That isn’t cool” Came a gruff voice from a bed “I’m next in line, Is that the time?” “I’ll be quick!” was all I said He looked at me and swung his legs Then barked, “I’m sorry mum!” One hand gripped his pj front And the other clutched his bum! I hid my eyes and looked away It was not a sight to see! I ran into my bedroom Still bursting for a pee! Behind the door I squirmed and danced As urges came so strong This wasn’t great, I’d need to wait Though I wasn’t sure how long! Minutes past I heard a call “Mum, where’s my favourite top?” But my hand was pushed between my legs I was scared to move or stop! “I think it’s on your bedroom floor!” I gasped back in despair. “But now it’s creased and dirty And I don’t know what to wear!” I leaned against the bedroom wall And tensed my thighs so tight I handed her another top That I hoped would be alright Then I raced across the landing And knocked the bathroom door “Is anybody in there? I can not wait much more!” “Sorry mum, I’m in the bath I’ll shout you when it’s free” In dire need I grabbed myself I REALLY had to pee! Frightened I might wet myself I wondered where to go So I went down to the kitchen And paced back to and fro I was only in my nightdress And my flowery granny pants When I spotted something shiny: A dish that was my aunt’s! The precious family heirloom Kept out for all to see But now it seemed the perfect thing To use for me to pee! I danced and squirmed a little more But when the pressure peaked My bladder couldn’t take the strain My poor urethra leaked! I’d been holding on for ages Bursting for so long I slid my hand inside my pants But I knew I hadn’t long! I grabbed the dish with just one hand And placed it on the floor Then I tried to pull my knickers down while leaking more and more! I squatted over best I could Warm urine leaking out Terrified that I’d be caught Just then I heard a shout “Mum that’s me done, the toilet’s free Did you say you had to go? I heard him coming down the stairs I had to stop the flow! I’d only dribbled in the dish But my knickers were all wet I tried to stop, just one last drop, And then I heard his step! I stood up straight and grabbed the dish I had no time to think With urine dripping down my legs I placed it in the sink I smiled at my grown up son Then raced up to the loo Still absolutely desperate There was nothing I could do With knickers on I peed so fast Relieved I even swore And then my daughter walked right in Cos I hadn’t shut the door! “Oh sorry mum! Oh what a shock The floor’s wet, did you know?” “Yes that was me, I’m sorry love I really had to go!” “That’s ok. It can’t be helped. It happens to me too! I think you need to drink less tea… And we need another loo!”
  3. View File Naked Desperation - Bursting Bladder in the tub (Rapid Desperation Pee Holding) After a really long rapid desperation sesh I finally make it to the tub. I can't even begin to explain how badly I had to go, I was constantly losing control and little bits would spurt out while setting up the camera. I tried to wait as long as I could before starting the recording so it's just the last part of the desperation where I basically can't hold it in anymore as hard as I try. Submitter realdesp Submitted 08/22/2022 Category Male  
  4. 60 downloads

    This is a follow up from my previous post which can be found below. Around 60 minutes after I peed in the last video I became desperate again so this time I peed in my diaper. I like to let it go really hard/fast which feels amazing but it definitely doesn't last long. I would love to hear what you think.
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  5. View File Desperate power piss in diaper (after my first rapid desperation) This is a follow up from my previous post which can be found below. Around 60 minutes after I peed in the last video I became desperate again so this time I peed in my diaper. I like to let it go really hard/fast which feels amazing but it definitely doesn't last long. I would love to hear what you think. Submitter realdesp Submitted 08/20/2022 Category Male  
  6. This is a situation that happened to me a few months ago. I was attending a family gathering at a house one Friday evening and decided just to go straight from work. I left work around 6pm and had a short drive to my destination. I was wearing smart black trousers, a pink shirt, tie and black shoes. I wasn’t planning on staying long so I didn’t bother with a change of clothes. As I was driving I was wishing I’d went to the toilet before leaving, it wasn’t urgent but I didn’t want to have to excuse myself when I got there. I arrived about 6:30 and said hello to everyone. There were still a few more people to arrive so I grabbed a Diet Coke and went to sit with some friends and family. Another 30 minutes had passed and I was starting to feel a bit desperate. It didn’t help my belt was pushing against my bladder. I was sitting round the back of the table so I didn’t want to have to push past. I continued to have a few more drinks and after another hour I was bursting to go. I had a few things to eat too that didn’t agree with my stomach which started to make matters worse. I had agreed to give Kelly (a family friend) a lift home as she got the bus from work and didn’t want to get the bus home. Kelly was in her late 20’s and was wearing a pencil skirt, tights and a white top. I decided I would just hold it and head home as I didn’t want to be in the toilet for a while and I knew I had to take a small detour to drop Kelly off. I got up and said goodbye to everyone and we both made our way to the car. As I sat in the car, Kelly said ‘I thought you would’ve stayed later.’ She obviously didn’t want to leave at this time. I said ‘Sorry Kelly, I’m just quite tired and I’m actually bursting for the toilet’ she replied ‘I need to go too, I was just about to go when you rushed me away’ I told her I’d been desperate to go all night but I’d rather just go at home. She just laughed and said ‘that wasn’t a good idea’. We were about 5 minutes from Kelly’s house and was really cornered I wouldn’t make it. By this point I was desperate to shit too and my stomach was feeling very bubbly, adding to the fact I was already bursting for a piss. Kelly could see my feeling very uncomfortable and said ‘you can go in my house, I don’t mind.’ I said thank you as by this point I knew I wouldn’t make it home. Kelly didn’t say much about her need to go and she even let me go ahead of her when we got to her house. I pulled up outside her house and we both rushed to her door. I quickly ran to the toilet and both ends exploded. It was such a relief. She then went in after me and we both had a laugh about it after.
  7. Some of the more extreme desperation of my myself I've caught on tape. I couldn't even stand up straight! signal-2022-08-02-01-11-16-968.mp4
  8. A while ago I posted a popular 4 part story, The City Without a Ladies Room. I mentioned at one point in that thread that I was working on another story set in the city, I even posted the first 2 paragraphs to it in my own feed ages ago, this is that story. I've been working on it off and on for months, but feel I'm finally ready to post it. You don't need to have read The City Without a Ladies Room in order to enjoy this story or understand it. The characters are different, but the rules of the city & accepted social norms described in it are still the same. ===== City Without a Ladies Room - The Very Desperate Date Loren was a beautiful young mid-20's woman who lived a few stories above me at our apartment complex. I ran into her at the bus stop early this morning on my way to work, where she was sipping on a large 31 ounce (917 ml) cup of coffee. I knew she'd need to pee before long once she finished her coffee, but with no ladies rooms in the city she'd have to hold it for a good while. Probably at least until the early evening rolled around. I knew I wanted to see her hold it for longer than that, so I chatted with her for a few minutes while we waited for the bus. After a while I suggested we have dinner and see a movie later tonight after we got off from work. To my delight Loren agreed. During the afternoon Loren texted me that she was going to have to work a few hours of overtime. She wouldn't get off from work until 7 PM. I told her no problem; I'd pick her up right from work when her shift ended. I didn’t mind the delay, it met Loren's poor bladder would be even fuller at the end of her shift, and I didn't intend to let her go home and pee during our date. By the time 7 PM rolled around part of me fully expected Loren to ask if we could swing by her apartment, so she could pee before we went to dinner. Because of her overtime Loren had just finished an 11 hour shift, all without a single pee break when I picked her up right from work. If she asked for a chance to go home so she could pee, I was ready to tell her she needed to hold it. We were already running late because of her overtime. Instead, with her slim fidgeting legs tightly crossed, and her too-tight skinny jeans torturing her swollen bladder, Loren said nothing about her rather full bladder. Instead she apologized for her job delaying our date by several hours. I assured her I was perfectly fine with the delay, so long as we still caught the next movie at 8 PM. I knew that certainly wouldn't give Loren any time to go home and pee first, as we still had to grab dinner. Loren knew this as well, but she still agreed without hesitation, so I happily took her to dinner at a nearby restaurant. Loren couldn't help but fidget around uncomfortably in her seat throughout dinner as she drained her large glass of soda. But of course there was no opportunity for her to get up to go pee somewhere, there wasn't a ladies room in the entire city. I loved knowing that Loren badly needed to pee, but she had no choice but to continue to hold it for hours longer. After dinner we had about 20 minutes to get to the theater to catch the next movie. Despite her bursting piss-filled bladder, Loren didn't even bother to ask if we could stop by her apartment first so she could pee, which aroused me even more. Then again, Loren knew full well there wasn't enough time for her to go home for a quick pee break before the movie, which was quite convenient for me, and quite inconvenient for her! At the theater there were some public urinals for the men near the entrance. But of course nothing was provided for the women, they were all expected to hold it. "Hold on a minute, I need to pee" I told Loren. She nodded politely and waited; her poor swollen bladder was no doubt very jealous while I peed just a few feet away from her. I noticed she was crossing her legs, and fidgeting around anxiously as I peed, which made me extra excited. "What's wrong Loren, do you need to pee?" I asked her casually. She nodded. "I've needed to pee pretty bad all afternoon at work. But since there aren't any ladies rooms I could use I'm still holding it" she admitted casually, all while I continued peeing in front of her. "In hindsight I probably should have considered going home to pee over my lunch break like some of the other girls did, but I figured I could hold it till later. And my co-worker invited me and some of the guys over to have lunch and coffee at his place, since he lives right next to the office, so I accepted. His toilet was right there in the next room while we ate & had our coffee. I had about 4 large cups of coffee this morning, so I really needed to pee by that point. The guys knew I really needed to use the toilet as they all used it one by one while I waited for my chance to go. But since the guys didn't offer to let me use the toilet I knew I wasn't allowed to pee, so I just held it. I was the only one in our group who went back to work still unrelieved, knowing I'd have to hold it the rest of my shift. Even though I really needed to pee bad in the afternoon I still helped myself to 2 more cups of coffee when I got thirsty" she admitted sheepishly. Knowing Loren had a chance to pee earlier in her co-worker's toilet, but she had skipped it out of obedience to the city's rules, and she was still holding it hours later made me even more excited. "So you've been bursting to go for a while then" I remarked casually as I finished peeing. Loren nodded as she continued to twist herself into desperate knots. "I really appreciate how you skipped your chance to go pee afterwork for me. You didn't even ask me if you could go home to pee before we went out, even though you badly needed to. How long has it been since you've last gone?" I asked curiously. "It's been 13 hours since I've last gone early this morning, I'm glad you at least appreciate me holding it for so long. My poor bladder really hates me for skipping the chance to use a perfectly good toilet over lunch, and for passing up a chance to go home and pee after getting off from work. But with a lady's proper etiquette it wasn't really up to me if I got to go or not, it was up to you guys" she pointed out. "You never offered me a chance to go home and pee before we left for dinner, so I figured you obviously wanted me to hold it. Watching you go in the urinal has only made me need to pee so much worse now" she added as she openly held herself. "Can you hold it till after the movie? There's really no time for you to go home and pee now" I pointed out. The movie we were seeing was over 3 and a half hours long, so Loren knew I was asking her to hold it for at least another 4 hours. "It's going to be hard to wait that long; I need to pee so frigging bad already" she admitted candidly. "But yes, I can hold on for you till after the movie. Us ladies are supposed to hold it if we have to" she answered obediently. With that settled we bought our tickets and went to get some refreshments. Being a gentleman I of course got Loren a 42 ounce (1,242 ml) soda, the largest size they had. It was the perfect size for a lady with an already full bladder. Even with the prospect of needing to hold on for hours more to come hanging over her head, I knew Loren would be too polite a lady to refuse it. She knew plenty of guys in the city loved it when their girl badly needed to pee, the longer she had been holding it in the better. Some prideful ladies purposely ordered large drinks for themselves just to be sexy, and to prove that they weren't concerned by the lack of a ladies room. I knew Loren was one of those prideful ladies who probably enjoyed holding it all day. So Loren politely accepted the large drink, even with a nervous tremor in her fidgeting legs, and a hint of worry on her face. She even politely took a long sip for me, without a word of complaint about her already throbbing little pee hole. She was already dying to use the toilet, but as a lady she knew she absolutely wasn't allowed to pee in public under any circumstances! She was stuck holding it for the entire movie now. It was too bad for Loren that I had purposely chosen the longest movie possible, just to keep her waiting even longer! I had even gotten us seats all the way in the back, as far from the entrance as possible, all to slow our exit later. With all the action in Loren's swelling bladder, I doubted either of us were going to be paying much attention to what was on the big screen. ===== It's a shorter story than usual for me I know, I'm attempting to write shorter higher quality stories lately so it doesn't take me quite as long to finish them. This story will be concluded in a part 2 at a later date.
  9. The time I need translated is from 12:50-16:05. I think it’s Greek could be wrong.
  10. Earlier today I drove to a supermarket to get a few essentials I needed. As I was driving out the cars were queued up and as it was fairly warm I had my passenger window down half way. As I waited for the cars in front to leave I saw a well dressed woman who looked in her mid forties get out the passenger side of a parked car. She was very well dressed in smart trousers and a floral blouse with high heels and her hair and make up all done. She looked like she’d just come from a wedding or christening or first communion or something. I was stuck where I was and noticed as she came out the car that she was very antsy and moving around a lot. The car in front moved so I edged forward and even closer to her as the male driver of the car walked towards the store doors but she couldn’t keep up. Instead she suddenly bent forward slightly with her knees and thighs tightly together and both hands in front of her crotch area looking very flushed. The male noticed she wasn’t beside him, turned and shouted to her: ”you ok?” ”No! We are so going via the toilets first! This is murder!” I had to drive then as the traffic moved so I have no idea if she made it into the store bathrooms in time or not. I know from experience that the bathrooms in that store aren’t obvious and are hidden in a corner by the customer services so you really have to know where to look. I do wonder what caused her to get in such a desperate state too.
  11. 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!
  12. Summary: The protagonist is stuck and lost on a dirt road in the middle of a thunder storm. She can't contact anyone and is scared to travel far away from her vehicle. Worse, she is bursting for relief from her urine. Her fate is unfortunate as usual. Title: Bursting in another jam Characters: 1. Klareese Prinston 2. Ivy Rose 3. Officer Langer Plot: Today was supposed to be a good night for one Klareese Prinston and her cousin Ivy Rose. They hadn't seen each other since before the pandemic began heating up in March 2020. It had been two years and the time was now to see each other in person. Since it was a Friday before the Independence Day weekend, and since both got the weekend off, they decided to make plans. After work, Klareese drove directly northward from work. She had to drive about 50 miles north into the boondocks (sort of like the Poconos or Upstate NY) to Ivy's house. From there, they had a quiet dinner and watched a movie. After having a restful evening, the next day was filled with several activities to hang out. It was a day filled with girl activities, going to the opera house, fishing, museum, and getting a hair cut. They quickly showered and went out to a dance club for a tasty dinner and enjoy good music. They decided not to go for booze. They drove and didn't want to get into an accident at night. The weather forecast also showed what looked like a starry night without a single cloud above. Down south was a bad weather storm which could bring severe power outages. Luckily, it was south of their location so no harm or foul. They left at 6 pm and arrived at 6:30 pm. They enjoyed gossiping and taking up a storm. But they soon started enjoying the good food and dance music. The last time they did this was in high school and college. It felt good to feel 21 again. Everything was going well ....... well....... well indeed. -------------------------------- Fast forward to 12 pm. It was midnight and night life still boomed. While everyone gulped down the wine and alcohol, they stayed mostly with the crowd of people consuming all the fruit punch (which wasn't spiked thank goodnes). They danced the tango, waltz, electric slide, and other things. It was a blast. And still they were dancing. They even listened to various singers from the town (Some from American idol, others from The Voice). Outside the building were tuck tuck noises of something falling onto the hood of cars.
  13. So much in life changes with age and I have noticed how we handle a full bladder that desperately needs emptied is the same. Young children with little social awareness might hold themselves in public or dance around but a teenager is likely to be far more discreet. A middle age adult is unlikely to even mention it if they can avoid it and likely to show as little signs as possible. That being said I was a very shy quiet child who hated ever asking for the toilet anywhere and who would hold as discreetly as possible to the dire end without holding myself or dancing and causing attention. Of course if I was alone I would do absolutely ANYTHING to help me hold on but if anyone else could see me I acted as normal as possible. has how you hold and act when desperate changes as you have aged and if so how? Do you ever wish it was socially acceptable to squirm or hold yourself when bursting?
  14. 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.
  15. I couldn’t not watch her! What are you supposed to do when you are somewhere in public and the person sitting right opposite you is doing something that seriously turns you on? I mean to anyone else she might as well be sitting naked twiddling her nipples…but to me what she was doing was every bit as enticing and amazing. I’d seen her at least a few times before. I assume she works in the city too because we get the same commuter train most days and I’ve spotted her in the sane carriage as me now lots. She’s always very smartly dressed in suit dresses or blouse and skirt and that gorgeous long brown hair that today is half tied back in a plait but with half of it still loose. I’m guessing she’s mid to late thirties but as no-one talks to strangers on trains I don’t even know her name let alone her age. But one thing I do now know, and which is making it impossible to take my eyes off her, is that she really needs to go to the bathroom but she can’t. How do I know this? Well I started having suspicions back at the platform. I was standing not far from the escalator when I saw her out the corner of my eye. As the announcement came over the tannoy that the train was delayed I noticed she wasn’t standing still like most of the rest of us and pacing a bit. Perhaps she was tired or late or had had a long day? It did cross my mind she just might need the loo but I am guilty of thinking that, of woman especially it has to be said, a little too often. Then the train came and she climbed on and sat opposite me gazing out the window with her legs crossed. Again that might have just been comfort or feeling a little cold or whatever so I tried hard not to overthink it. That was until we set off and we hadn’t even reached the first station when she shuffled on her seat and then crossed her legs the other way. That peaked my interest as she most definitely seemed restless and anxious about something. Her eyes then seemed to shift from the window to inside the carriage. With all the seats taken and a number of people standing I thought she might be looking for someone but instead of looking at the people she appeared to be looking at signs on the train itself and I noticed she had her top lip over her bottom one like she was worried or thinking hard about something. In all the times I’d recalled seeing her before she’d never seemed this anxious or agitated. Whatever she was looking for she seemed to decide against it and instead resumed looking out the window but now with an arm around her tummy. Was she feeling hungry or unwell? Her cheeks did seem a little flushed now I could see them. She almost caught me looking so I immediately looked away and down at my feet. That’s when I noticed her feet. Although her legs were crossed the foot on the floor was actually moving and the black heeled shoes were bouncing up and down slightly constantly. I think that was the moment I realised I was right after all: this female stranger in front of me was nursing a full bladder. The reaction that had on me was instant and somewhat embarrassing on a public train! We passed a few stations with more people getting off than on and the standing passengers slowly getting less and less. She sat there tense and tightly crossed legged with her legs showing and her skirt now above her knees and the arm that was around her tummy now resting on her thigh rubbing it slowly like she might have cramp or something. After another few stops the person beside her got off and only one person remained standing, by choice as there was now a few empty seats available. She uncrossed her legs at this point and wriggled as if trying to get comfortable. I didn’t want to stare but I was captivated by her every move now wondering when she might have last had that skirt lifted up or her knickers pulled down and her bottom on a toilet. Had she had to hold perhaps for a full day at work or maybe through long meetings? Had she drank much throughout the day? It wasn’t helping my own body much at all and I was getting anxious that my body might get me into trouble if I wasn’t careful. Then the train seemed to halt for a bit. This wasn’t of itself that unusual and rarely lasted long. Usually just a red signal or something and very common since the train was running a bit later than scheduled. In the quietness of the carriage I heard her give a little sigh before shaking a leg a little and changing position yet again. Now her hand was patting on her upper leg rhythmically as her eyes darted around the train again anxiously. Something was clearly really stressing her! Then we both jumped at the noises of a door clanging shut as I turned to see the ticket inspector coming through. I got my ticket out my pocket, feeling my erect penis and hoping no-one else would notice it as the female in front of me rummaged in her handbag by her feet for her ticket. As she pulled her head back up I couldn’t help but see her eyes looked concerned, anxious, worried. She pushed her thighs together and sighed again. When the ticket inspector reached us that’s when I finally heard what my body longed for when a beautiful female voice in front of me quietly asked the train employee if there was a toilet on board. I knew it! She must be absolutely bursting because her cheeks were so red and even her neck was blotching with the embarrassment of asking. “Sorry mam. It’s out of order but there should be some at the station you can use.” I had to turn towards the windows so that my throbbing erect dick didn’t bulge out my trousers! She never said anything back as I heard the conductor walk on by. Should I say something? It’s not really the thing on public transport and given how seriously aroused I now was that probably wasn’t a good idea anyway. So for the next twenty minutes I got to watch this beautiful professional woman struggle to hold her bladder in public! She must have known I’d heard her ask? Or maybe she just really needed to go so much now? Whatever it was things seemed to change from subtle to far more obvious very quickly. I watched her fidget, twirl her hair anxiously, bounce her legs, scissor her knees in and out, cross and uncross her legs, wrap her arm around her bladder area, sit back on the seat then on the edge of the seat, sit sideways, then forwards, then facing the windows again. She changed position that often I lost track of it all, all the time her cheeks staying flushed, her forehead sweating, her hands and legs moving around like she didn’t know what to do with them! We hadn’t stayed stationary long and now we were chug chugging steadily towards what was my destination. For once though I didn’t want to get off the train because I needed to know what might happen to her. Would she make it to a station toilet or not? The rational part of my mind took over though and as we approached the stop before mine I gathered my bag ready to stand, only to notice the lady do the same! I stood at the doors ready to get off as she pee danced right beside me her shoes tapping loudly on the train floor. Now I was sweating too! Our eyes met and with the train much more quieter I felt I should say something as it seemed awkward not to. “You ok?” “No! You don’t happen to know if there’s a ladies at this station? I’m meant to be going to Oakdale but I can’t wait any longer!” “They are by the main entrance by the ticket office.” “Is it far?” As I pressed for the doors to open and we stepped out together I replied. “Up those stairs then turn right. You should see them signposted.” I kept walking but then she seemed to disappear. I looked behind me to see her struggling to walk, her hand on the front of her crotch as she bent forwards. I couldn’t leave her. I couldn’t be that cruel. I walked back towards her hearing her almost crying. “Is it bad?” She nodded making my dick shake with desire. I looked around the platform checking for cameras as I had an idea. “If you can’t make it to the ladies you could maybe go behind that huge advertisement board there?” She nodded again and hobbled towards it. I didn’t know if I should walk away or wait or what, my hard on so thick and large in my jeans I thought the material might rip! “Keep watching please!” I heard her sexy voice say so I walked quickly to the board and stood at the side. I didn’t dare look, as much as I wanted to, but the sound alone made my heart beat so fast I had to hold the board to steady myself. Never in my life have I heard anyone pee so much! The wizzing and whooshing and splashing against the grass just kept going and going and going as this professional lady in her blouse and black skirt and heeled shoes sighed like the weight of the world had just been lifted off her. The next thing she walked past me rubbing her skirt down casually and smiling back at me. “Thanks. Never been so bursting to go in my entire life! There’s busses to Oakdale from the main road isn’t there?” I nodded, unable to form words, as I headed for the car park and the privacy of my car. As I say she may as well have stripped off and sat naked opposite me she turned me on so much. How can any man not find a bursting woman a turn on? More to the point how could anyone hold that much pee in? The thought of how bursting she was right in front of me made driving home so difficult and before I even had my anorak hung up I had to unzip my jeans and cum. I barely stroked before exploding too. Not surprising considering how long I’d been watching her and hearing how long and hard she peed for! I hope she’s on my train again sometime and whatever circumstances got her that desperate just happen to arise again. A man can dream can’t he?
  16. He wouldn’t stop watching me! It had been one of those days, the end of the financial year and meeting after meeting to conclude projects and discuss new ones, reconfigure teams, printing spreadsheets and finalising contracts. Absolutely non stop, fuelled by endless tea and coffee, pizza delivered to the office to celebrate a new deal and everyone wanting me like never before. It wasn’t until I walked out the door rushing to catch my train home that I realised I hadn’t stopped once, even for the loo. I never use public toilets, especially those horrid tiny ones on trains. The journey home is about 40 minutes and I was sure I would just about manage it. Standing still heading up the escalator to the platform though I was very aware that my bladder was full, the waistband of my suit skirt feeling too tight and uncomfortable. Having had to stand still for those few minutes on the moving escalator I was so glad to be free onto the platform and move more. Usually, of course, I am as restrained as the next person and remain stoically frozen to the spot in silence waiting to board, but today I paced a little anxiously waiting to sit down and cross my legs and try to forget how badly I needed to wee. I never go all day at work without at least one toilet break. How I had managed it today is anyone’s guess! I was so grateful to get a seat, even if I was surrounded by men on every side of me, right beside me, opposite and diagonal. I crossed my legs tightly trying to think of anything but my bladder and looked out the window aimlessly. The minute or so before the doors closed felt so long and the tiny jolt of the train as we set off made my bladder spasm, so much so I had to quickly change position and recross my legs the other way. Maybe I needed to reconsider my opinion of train toilets? I looked around the carriage wondering where the toilet might even be thinking of wether to risk the possibility of losing my seat by trying to find it or just wait it out. In the end the embarrassment of trying to find a loo was too much and I quickly dismissed that idea and returned to looking out the window. Maybe I was imagining it but the man opposite seemed like he was watching me? I hoped not. He was rather nice looking and I bit my lip in embarrassment hoping he couldn’t tell how full my bladder was and how much I really needed to find a bathroom right then. By the time we’d reached the second stop I could feel my very full bladder bouncing around. It ached; a dull constant ache urging me to pee soon. I nursed it with my arm feeling it rock hard against me as my tightly crossed legs helped me keep my throbbing urethra closed and my tapping foot kept enough movement to remind my body it absolutely wasn’t the right time to pee right now. At least that man definitely wasn’t staring at me now as his eyes were on the floor for once. Hopefully he couldn’t see my flushed cheeks and lip biting. This journey just wasn’t going quick enough! I was bursting and couldn’t stop thinking just how much liquid I’d unknowingly consumed throughout the day. At least we were steadily making progress, though the pressure in my body was now constant and it was getting harder and harder to sit still. Crossing my legs wasn’t enough but there wasn’t enough room on the cramped seat to do anything else. I desperately wanted to press my crotch hard with my hand but that was simply impossible so I had to resign myself instead to rubbing the top of my thigh trying to deflect my senses from the throbbing want between my legs to my thigh instead. It wasn’t really working though and I was so tense my back was starting to ache now and my teeth were clenched. Finally the train stopped again and at long last the larger male beside me got off giving me freedom to move more. I immediately uncrossed my legs and wriggled trying to find a comfortable position but really struggling. I couldn’t recall ever having to go as badly! The man opposite was still there and it felt like he was eyeing me up though I didn’t risk looking properly for fear our eyes might meet. The train pulled away from the platform to yet another train tannoy reminding us that the train was a few minutes late and thanking us for our patience. If only they knew how much I was struggling to be patient right now! Then the most awful thing happened and the train suddenly stopped! I couldn’t stop myself from gasping quietly in horror. I couldn’t afford any further delays right now. I was barely hanging on as it was, my leg shaking because I was struggling so much as I wriggled yet again hoping the poor gent in front of me wasn’t aware of what was going on in my body right then. I I looked everywhere other than at him using every ounce of my concentration to hold onto my pee, my hand now patting my thigh constantly impatiently. I had to pee so badly! ‘Come on train move would you’, I thought. I suddenly jumped, as did the good looking man in front of me, as an internal door banged shut and I saw the ticket inspector coming through. Oh God no! My ticket was in my purse in my hand bag which was at my feet. I delayed getting it as long as possible knowing what bending forwards might do. I was right because as I bent forwards into my bag I felt that first dribble escape and I clamped my thighs together urgently knowing I was not going to last the rest of the journey anymore. As much as it pained me to do so I was going to have to swallow my pride and ask the ticket inspector where the toilet was.I seriously couldn’t hold it back any longer! I could feel my cheeks redden and my neck burning as I quietly asked, praying that Mr handsome opposite couldn’t hear. The inspector wasn’t quiet though and I hated that little smirk he had when informing me that the toilet was out of order and I’d have to use one at the station. He’d seen my ticket so he knew exactly where I’m going. Did he really think if I could wait that long I’d go to all the bother of asking? Damn! What was I to do now? Well wether that guy had heard or not I couldn’t help but wriggle more, fidgeting around anxiously, scissoring my legs in and out, bouncing my legs, anything to just help me hold. He must know? This was so humiliating and embarrassing but I didn’t know what else to do. All I wanted was to be able to relax, release, get off the bloody train and get to a ladies RIGHT NOW! I could have actually cried as each station came and went and I was internally thinking ‘I’m almost losing it. Any minute now I’m going to have an accident!’ I couldn’t sit still, sitting right back in the seat tensely then having to cross my legs, only to uncross them, nursing my aching bladder and bouncing around. He was still there and I was sure now that he’d been watching me. He just wouldn’t stop looking at my twisting legs, my bloated bladder, my shaking shoes, the hair I was twirling anxiously with my fingers. Was he disgusted and as embarrassed as I was Who knew? The next station was announced and I decided rather suddenly that enough was enough. If I sat there any longer I was going to flood the place right in front of the stranger and so I grabbed my bag despite this next station not actually being my destination and I struggled towards the double doors horrified to suddenly notice the man opposite me was now standing right beside me! Oh God this was SO embarrassing and I couldn’t even stand still! He was even more attractive now he was standing up too. I was very clearly doing an ‘I need to pee’ dance gasping and struggling so much when suddenly our eyes met and he asked gently if I was ok. I wanted to yell at him that I clearly was anything but ok but I mustered as much professionalism as possible and asked quietly if he happened to know if the station had a ladies I could use. It HAD to! I was hanging on by the skin of my teeth and he had to be able to see that? I couldn’t even stand still at all, the noise of the heels of my shoes echoing right through the carriage compartment. He very kindly directed me but just the thought of now being so near seemed to make it suddenly worse as I bent forward and asked if they were far away. Even if they were right outside the train door when it opened I was beginning to think I still wouldn’t make it now. I’d been holding on for so long now that my poor vagina was quivering and I was shaking in need. I stepped off the train beside the man as he offered to show me the way. I did try to follow him but his steps were bigger, his pace quicker, his legs longer and I could barely move for fear I was about to pee everywhere. I was never going to make it. I physically couldn’t get there quick enough! Then he turned and seemed to come back towards me as I was bent forwards on the platform alone with a hand on the front of my skirt holding my crotch as best I could. As he approached I heard his voice asking if it was bad. For fucks sake it couldn’t have been worse if I had tried! I was leaking for God’s sake! I nodded shyly not able to actually tell him. I watched his face as he looked around anxiously before suggesting casually that I could pee behind this huge advertisement board on the side of the platform. I have never peed outside…well not for many many years anyway…but this was a dire emergency and I had no other choice. I hobbled behind the board shouted at the stranger to keep watch for me. As I struggled to pull my skirt up and tights and knickers down he appeared to be watching me again before suddenly looking away as if ashamed or…was he hard? Surely not? Fuck I couldn’t think straight as I breathed in and out quickly as my body poured out urine thick and fast as it splashed between my legs making a huge puddle. I couldn’t stop even though it felt like I was hovering there for forever as my poor huge bladder emptied on and on. All I could think about now was that clear swelling I could see in his trousers. Finally the whooshing and whizzing eased to a few spurts that splashed cheekily and I shook and pulled up my underwear and tights using my hands to straighten my skirt down as I stepped over the running puddle I had just made and walked past the stranger keeping guard. I was so much more relaxed now as I commented walking past how I’d never been so bursting in all my life. He didn’t reply as he walked behind me trying to catch up. I smiled back asking if there were buses to Oakdale from the main road noticing he was very flushed looking but had a huge smile he couldn’t hide. He nodded back and then briskly headed towards the car park as I saw a bus approaching and ran to catch it. It wasn’t far on the bus to home and as I stared out the window I couldn’t stop thinking about the stranger on the train who didn’t stop watching me the whole train journey as I squirmed and fidgeted right in front of him. He was so kind and helpful and understanding and extremely good looking. I was sure I had seen him in the same carriage as me before too. How I’d really love to see him again soon. A girl can dream right?
  17. 12:01am, Tuesday 11th February Alice sighed as she felt her bladder let go, sat alone in her en-suite bathroom. There was something Alice always found reasonably therapeutic about using the toilet, with just her, the trickling sound of her pee hitting the bowl, and the sweet feeling of relief for company. In her younger days, she would return home with her bladder practically bursting, after seven hours of avoiding using the disgusting loos at school. She would run upstairs, lock herself in the bathroom and let go, sometimes unable to avoid moaning with relief. She sometimes wondered how she managed to avoid wetting herself at all, as it often felt as though she left it close a lot of the time, yet remarkably, she hadn't had an accident since she was about ten, when she couldn't hold on any longer after a long car journey. Even in her adult life, she still had a few close shaves, a few tube journeys home with tightly crossed legs here and there, a few occasions where she had one too many cups of coffee. She even found herself peeing in an alleyway a few months ago, after finding herself drunk and desperate on the way home from a night out, although as a shy person, she never liked to admit this to anyone. Besides, at 24 years old, she should be able to make it to a proper toilet without any commotion, and she prided herself on her strong bladder control. Always a high-achiever, she had found herself working as a journalist for one of Britain's top newspapers, however in such an intense working environment, the chances to pee weren't always available as often as she'd like. She wiped her pussy, and flushed the paper down the toilet. Standing up, she went to wash her hands, catching sight of her naked body in the mirror. Her boyfriend always told her how beautiful she looked, but as someone low on self confidence, she never really believed him. However with beautiful long brown hair and an amazing figure, she was truly gorgeous. With David, her boyfriend, fast asleep, Alice climbed into bed next to him, and prepared to drift off. The time was 12:03am, and little did Alice know that she had taken her last wee for twenty four hours. -- 8:05am "FUCK!" Alice exclaimed. As she hastily slipped on a pair of purple knickers, and some smart black trousers, David came to. "What's going on?" David asked. "The fucking alarm didn't go off, and I have to be at the tube station in twenty fucking minutes," she exclaimed, unusually flustered, as she struggled to put her bra on. The tube station was about a ten minute drive away, so Alice didn't really have time to do anything other than put her make up on, tidy her hair up and grab a quick cereal bar and a small bottle of Tropicana. Soon she was out the door, and in the car, ready for the big day she had ahead of her. She was interviewing an prestigious author about his new book, in her most important moment of her career so far. She'd prepared for weeks, however she couldn't help but feel nervous about her interview. She swigged the rest of her orange juice, as she kissed her boyfriend goodbye, grabbing her bag containing all her notes. As she ended up arriving at the tube station early, she grabbed herself a large coffee and sat down on the platform, mentally running through the interview in her head. -- 10:14am After a long tube journey, which involved her having to change twice, she was finally at her stop. She passed the toilets, and debated using them, however she resented the notion of paying for the need to urinate, and besides, she'd be able to pee when she arrived at the cafe she was due to meet the writer in. She picked up a bottle of water from WH Smiths, and discarded of her empty orange juice carton and coffee cup. It was a freezing cold day, and Alice felt her bladder twinge slightly at the feeling of cold air. Nonetheless, she was an adult, and she'd be able to hold on until the cafe, which was a half an hour walk away. --- 10:47am "I'm sorry, the loo is currently out of order," the blonde waitress told Alice. Alice frowned, as she could have really done with a pee, however she wasn't desperate yet, so thanked the waitress. "To be honest, I'm bursting to pee myself, seriously worried I'll wet my knickers," the waitress told her, as she dug her hands into her crotch. Alice returned to her table, wincing slightly at the overshare she had just heard. She began to prepare for the interview when the writer walked in. "Hi there, you must be Alice," the kind older gentleman outstretched a hand. "Hello Mr Jacobs, so good to finally meet you," Alice exclaimed. "Please. call me Michael, everyone else does. Now what can I get you to drink?" he asked, unaware of the fullness of her bladder. "Oh it's okay, I'm fine for drinks," Alice quickly responded, keen not to make her task of holding it more difficult. "I insist, I'll pay," Mr Jacobs added. "I suppose just a small flat white would be good then," she replied, hoping she wouldn't regret that decision later on. The same waitress from before came to take their orders, noticeably fidgety, however managing to at least maintain a smile. "Two large flat whites please," Michael requested. Alice inwardly moaned, the elderly man must have not heard her specifically asking for a small coffee. She knew that a large coffee would leave her feeling very desperate by the end of the interview. The waitress went to fetch the coffees, and from the corner of the eye, Alice could see her biting her lip and shutting her eyes as she prepared the coffee. Alice was now keen to focus on the task in hand, so began to ask Tom questions. The interview was going swimmingly, however halfway through, Alice became distracted by a conversation between her and her female manager. Her manager was a brunette, probably about thirty, with fashionable glasses and a big chest. "Celia, please can I go to the loo across the road, I'm dying for a pee." the waitress begged. "No Lizzie, we're understaffed today, you can't leave while we're this busy. Besides, you're not the only one who's desperate," Celia replied, crossing her legs together. "Please, I'm going to wet myself," Lizzie was now pleading, with actual tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry, but I can't let you go, you're just going to have to be a big girl and hold it." Celia firmly told Lizzie. Alice was well aware of her own need to pee at this point, with two coffees, an orange juice and half a bottle of water now sitting in her bladder. Finish the interview, then pee, she thought to herself. At least she knew there was a toilet across the road. Lizzie came over to collect the empty coffee mugs, clearly in a great deal of pain. "H-h-h-how were you drinks?" she asked, openly twisting her legs round and bending her knees. "Excellent thanks," Alice glanced sympathetically, as tears once again appeared in Lizzie's eyes. "T-t-that's good, would you like the bill?" Lizzie asked. "That would be great thank you," Michael answered. "Okay, I'll bring that ahhhhhhh," Lizzie was interrupted mid-sentence, as she tightly crossed her legs together. She rushed off with the coffee mugs, and Alice could again hear her talking to her superior. "I'm wetting myself, I just leaked a bit of pee into my knckers," "Look, I'm busting for a wee as well, just hold on a bit longer," Celia could barely stop herself hopping from foot to foot. Lizzie returned with the bill, but gasped as another drop of wee presumably escaped her bursting bladder. Lizzie passed the bill, before looking up to the ceiling as Michael took a long sip of water. Alice could hear Lizzie whimpering as Michael searched for his debit card. "Oh my God," Lizzie gasped. A quiet trickling sound could be heard, as her bladder finally gave way. Lizzie held her head in her hands, as Alice saw her hot pee pool at the bottom of her feet. She could see her tights were now saturated with urine, and the wee had seeped through to leave a wet patch on her skirt. "Don't worry, love, it happens to everyone occasionally," Michael comforted her. Alice agreed, although began to think through this statement. It happens to everyone occasionally. She'd never wet herself, and of her friends, only Poppy had had an accident in public, and even then, that was on a New Year's Eve where she was exceptionally drunk. In the line for the loo, she'd just let go, and peed her knickers in her tight red dress. At this point, they were all thrown out of the bar, but it was still one of the more memorable New Year's Eve parties. Alice wondered if Celia would help Lizzie, after cruelly denying her the chance for relief, however her question was soon answered, as the boss bolted out the door, with dignity seeping away, tightly holding on to her crotch. Alice swore she saw a bit of urine leak out, but she may have been wrong. "Anyway, nice to meet you Michael, the piece should be published within the next few days." Alice told him, relieved to finally be able to void her bladder. "I'm going past the station if you need a lift?" Michael asked. ---
  18. I’ll finish this later tonight but here’s part 1: A hen night to remember Max sat at the bar drowning his sorrows. Maybe if he hasn’t said that, done this or went there Becky might still be living with him instead of currently on her hen night somewhere about to marry his best friend next week. He still loved Becky but it was all too late now. Another pint might just help numb the pain perhaps. —- Along the street Becky danced around with her friends high on life and excited about her future, a huge L plate pinned to her dress and a plastic crown on her head. She might not get to see Steph or Mags or Poppy much after the honeymoon if Ben got the promotion he’d applied for so she was determined to enjoy every single minute of her hen night. Wearing too high shoes to try and look taller than her measly 5 foot she could feel her feet aching as the music broke for just a moment and she took her chance to get Steph’s attention. “I’m going to have more blisters than teeth if I keep dancing like this. Fancy another drink?” The girls headed over to a table as Poppy headed to the bar for some more drinks. “Make mine a soft drink this time Pops! I’ve got an appointment tomorrow to finalise the catering and I want to make it rather than find myself in the toilet!” Poppy laughed as she headed off to the bar as Mags, Steph and Becky sat down on the chairs clumsily. “You ok there Becks? Having a good night so far?” Becks smiled back looking at her girlfriends and realising just how badly she’d miss them. They’d seen her through so much in the last year with leaving manipulative Max, finding somewhere else to live and then dating Ben. Now a week away from her big day she genuinely wondered where she would be without them. Poppy returned with the drinks and the girls drank and laughed while the music blared. “You’d think they’d turn it down a bit wouldn’t you? Jeez it’s loud! I reckon I must be getting old!” “Fancy moving down the road to the Maiden Voyage? I fancy some chips on the way. They’ve got this live band playing tonight. Don’t look so worried Becky! We’ve not booked a stripper or anything! Promise!” “Good! I should really go to the ladies first if we’re moving on though. God it’s getting busier isn’t it!” “No way! Are they giving out free drinks or something? This place is suddenly jumping! I can’t see you getting to the toilets this side of Christmas Becks! Can you wait until the Maiden? It’ll be much quieter there I reckon.” Becks only just made out Steph’s voice over the crowd and noise but she was right. Getting to the ladies right now would be like crossing the English channel without a boat…very time consuming, dangerous and pretty much a Herculean feat! She wasn’t absolutely desperate and the Maidan was just along the road. Even in her uncomfortable sandals it wouldn’t take that long to get there. She gulped down the remainder of her cola and stood up looking for her cloakroom ticket. “Let’s go before our eardrums burst eh!” The girls fumbled their way towards the exit, tickets in hand, and waited in a queue to retrieve their coats. Finally they were outside in the evening chill laughing and pulling each other along the road. “Slow down! These heel’s aren’t made for walking in!” Mags and Poppy looked back to see Becky struggling as they took one arm each to steady her. “You sure that last drink was just cola Beck’s? You’re all over the place here!” “It’s these sandals, honestly. Plus the fact I really need the loo now! Why did I let you all drag me out before going to the ladies?” “You’re not the only one wanting to go! Come on you three! That wine’s bouncing in my bladder here!” Becky looked ahead at Steph and laughed as they started walking, with Mags and Poppy keeping her steady, towards the corner chip shop and the Maiden Voyage pub around the corner. Just as they got to the entrance to the fish and chip shop Steph stood legs crossed looking at the menu in the window. “God I hope they cook quickly. I’m dying for the loo!” “Me too!” “Me three!” “Me four! Actually it was me who said it first back in the club! You're all copying me!” “Can’t you just order whatever you want quickly before I pee myself here?” “All right Steph! Keep your knickers on!” “I’ll be pulling them down to wee in a back street if you don’t hurry up!” At that Mags, Poppy and Becky stumbled into the small take away leaving Steph pee dancing outside waiting. They placed their orders and received them before rejoining Steph outside as she stood leaning against the wall crossed legged with a hand in front of her short skirt. The four of them continued walking around the corner, three of them eating and Steph leading the way, until they reached the front door of the Maiden Voyage and Steph waited anxiously for the others to catch up. As she stood there she read a notice on the door that made her gasp. “Girls you can’t take the chips inside! You’ll need to bin them! Look! Let’s just bin them shall we so we can get out the cold. We can get crisps or nuts or whatever at the bar later eh?” Mags shook her head. “These cost me £3! 3 pounds I tell you! Plus they’re delicious! You go in if you want and I’ll be in in a bit!” “I’ll wait with you Mags. We’ll not be long Steph. Promise.” Steph pushed the pub door open then looked back at her three friends. Despite longing to use the ladies she felt way too embarrassed to head in herself so reluctantly waited for her three friends. The four scantily dressed giggly woman stood in a huddle, all four needing to wee badly and not hiding the fact and all four helping themselves to hot chips as they eagerly tried finishing their snack so they could enter the pub. As Poppy crossed her legs and almost fell down the curb she stumbled back up laughing. “If only Ben could see you now Becky!” “What? What’s wrong with me?” “You can’t even stand still! How much did you drink at the club then?” “No more than the rest of you! Anyway it’s not the drink making me like this. It’s…you know..my bladder! Oh fuck I can’t eat any more until I pee! Let’s go in please!” “Race you to the ladies girls. Begs I’m first!” But just as they dropped their chip wrappers in the bin and headed to the door of the pub it opened and out walked Max practically walking right into Becky! ———
  19. 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
  20. This story involves a young man on his first day in a new job being actively preventing from going to the bathroom and the consequences of that. His older female boss is rather controlling and firm! The neurologist’s secretary Jay walked confidently into the atrium of the modern hospital acceptance letter in hand and a small backpack on his back. Dressed in smart trousers, shirt, and tie he hoped to make a good impression on his first day. “Good morning. My name is Jayden Tenny and I am here for the position of secretary to Dr. Ellis Hyndford, paediatric neurologist.” “If you could wait here sir I’ll call that department and get someone to come down for you.” Jay waited nervously looking around the atrium with its web of signs and shops with shutters down and cleaners buffeting floors. He’d been interviewed in another office building so wasn’t actually familiar with the huge city hospital at all. Finally someone approached him, shook his hand, and asked him to follow them. He was lead down a maze of corridors, up a stairway and down a carpeted shorter corridor to a small office. “This is where you’ll be based. Dr Ellis-Hyndford should be with you shortly. I’m afraid I need to leave now but if you just wait here you’ll be fine. Oh would you like a tea or coffee though?” Jay accepted a tea and was delighted when a few minutes later he was brought a proper mug with tea just how he requested: no sugar, just a splash of milk and brown enough to actually taste the flavour. He sat in the wheeled office chair facing the wedged open door looking at the computer in front of him and wondering if he should turn it on. Would someone train him he wondered? He sipped at his tea looking around the room waiting patiently when suddenly a tall, blond, intimidating older woman marched in. “Thank God they finally got me a replacement secretary! What on earth? And you are?” Jay reached out his hand to shake the female’s hand which she hadn’t even offered. “I’m Jayden Tenny. I am here to fill the position of secretary to paediatric neurologist Dr. Ellis Hyndford. I am sorry if I am in the wrong office?” “They sent me…a man? Oh come on! This is a joke right? I don’t have time for this nonsense today! Look, can you type? You know shorthand? You can answer a phone properly? I’ll deal with the board later on this but for now you’ll need to do! I have a clinic at 9am sharp and a huge backlog of emails. They gave you a log in did they?” “Yes mam. I can assure you I can type well, I am skilled in shorthand and my telephone manner is excellent. Would you like me to answer it right now?” “Of course I would! What did you think a secretary did? I can’t actually believe they expect me to work with a…man! This is madness! Answer that then just log on and email me downstairs when you can. My email address is on my card on the desk right there. I’ll forward the link to my voice memos for you to type up. I have GP’s, nurses and parents going mad for urgent replies and letters. Four months behind we are now! Four months! I can’t see this working but I need someone urgently so let’s see what you can do!” As Jay picked up the ringing phone he watched the woman turn and storm out the room, his heart racing. He’d assumed Dr. Ellis Hyndford would be male for a start and that he’d be somewhat more welcoming and friendly too. She was, clearly, all female, fiery, sharp tongued and…well pretty fit looking for an older woman..but he absolutely wasn’t here for that! He blinked, turned away from the door, switched on the computer and used the log in on his letter to do what he’d been instructed. He could prove to the doctor he was every bit as good as any other secretary, if not better. By tomorrow she’d be delighted to have him he told himself as the website loaded and he searched how to send an email. Before long Jay had familiarised himself with the website, received a pile of emails from the doctor, began typing up referrals and clinic notes and letters from the many voice memos the doctor had sent over and mastered answering calls quickly and efficiently at the same time. In fact he had an entire page of telephone memos already as he looked at his empty mug wishing he knew where he could make himself another cuppa. As if somehow reading his mind suddenly the lady from earlier walked past, looked in smiling, and asked if he wanted another tea. “Yes please! Can I ask what I do with all these phone notes for the doctor too? Will she be back up for them?” “Those all for Geraldine? She’s in clinic until lunch time then she usually pops up for lunch and she’ll get them then. Was it just milk you took?” “There’s a few urgent ones asking her to call back today though?” “She’ll get them later. Best not to interrupt her or get on her bad side. She goes through secretaries like I go through hot dinners! I give you a week at most! Actually less since she can’t stand men!” Jay sat open mouthed as the girl walked away. What had he got himself into? A week at most? He couldn’t quit after such a short time. He needed the money far too much for starters and he wanted to prove to his mum that paying his college fees was worth the investment. He was determined to outlast everyone else by a long way. He set back to typing as the phone rang again and by the time he’d hung up the girl was walking in with another mug of tea. It was almost 1pm when Dr Geraldine Ellis-Hyndford walked along the carpeted corridor in plain view of Jay. By then he had finished his second mug of tea, typed up more than 20 letters, had two full sheets of A4 paper of telephone notes for the doctor and he was tapping his foot eagerly looking forward to his lunch break and hopefully finding a loo. “Excuse me, doctor Ellis-Hyndford? There’s some really urgent messages here for you.” “Oh. Yes. I forgot about you! You got my emails ok? I’ll pop in to talk to you after lunch. You did bring lunch with you, didn’t you?” “Yes. I wasn’t sure what the arrangements would be so I brought something with me and something to drink. Is there like a staff room we go to or something?” “Staffroom? Oh you’re hilarious! Put the phone on answer machine for half an hour and then get back to it. I’ll pop by after I’ve had my break. Jeez…staffroom! God that’s so funny!” “No problem. Could I maybe…” But it was too late. The doctor had walked away and Jay was left on his own staring at the open door for the second time that day. He got off his seat for the first time since arriving and headed to the door of the room which was wedged open and looked down the corridor in both directions. There was no sign of the doctor nor of the girl from earlier and hearing the phone ringing yet again Jay sighed and walked back to the desk. He tapped his foot whilst writing another note for his boss. He didn’t mind staying in the room to eat but he really needed to find a toilet soon before the doctor came to see him for her phone messages. Those mugs of tea had filled his bladder quicker than he expected. After another check in the corridor and even a tentative quick explore up and down a few steps in each direction Jay decided he had better start eating so that he was finished in time for the neurologist returning. Surely someone might pass and he could ask them where the toilets were? However, by the time Jay had eaten his wrap and crisps and finished a bottle of water not one person had passed the room and his need to pee was increasing fast! With the door wide open he worried about openly holding himself or acting in any way unprofessional but as time crept on his legs were scissoring in and out frequently and his hand was pressed on his upper leg more and more. He was bursting for the loo and regretting those two teas from earlier! Half an hour passed and Jay could hear yet another call going to voicemail so he let it end before retrieving the messages one by one and writing them all down, all the time swinging his legs and squirming on the wheeled office seat. He was just finishing writing the final one when he felt a shadow looming at the open door. “So? You said I had some urgent messages?” “Oh yes! Yes you do doctor! In fact quite a few! I wrote them all down for you and I have used a yellow highlighter to show the most urgent ones. There’s a patient on the children’s ward, wait I have it here, yes here it is. Ward 6B. An 8 year old with complex epilepsy and they want you to see her today. A Dr Maddox from Gillingham asked you to call him urgently about a patient, Samuel Brownlee, too. Then there was a parent calling asking for an urgent word with you about their son. They said his condition is deteriorating and you said to call right away if there were any changes apparently. I took their number. They are all here for you.” Jay stood and handed the A4 papers to the doctor realising he was shaking a little in fear and bouncing in desperation too. He had to ask about access to a bathroom as soon as possible. Not only did his poor bladder have the contents now of two mugs of tea but now the bottle of water with his lunch was filling it even more! “Right. I see. This is far from ideal though…what did you say your name was? Didn’t you think to write each of these separately? This is so..messy! Have you managed to type any of my voice memos out? Don’t tell me you made as much mess of those too?” Jay turned the screen of the computer round to face the neurologist so she could see his current letter he was typing. He looked at the date. “I’ve got up to…February the 9th? I’d have done a lot more if I hadn’t had to keep answering the…” “Can’t you multitask? Oh of course you can’t! What was I thinking! You’re a male! For God’s sake can’t you even stand still?” “I’m really sorry doctor! I haven’t stopped all morning and I was offered a couple of mugs of tea and…” The neurologist looked at Jay suspiciously but curiously. Her eyes met his before she looked him up and down smirking. “Ok. Ok. Maybe I should give you more of a chance. You do seem to be trying after all. So bring up the very first memo you typed up this morning and I’ll see how you have got on so far. Most of them need printed and signed anyway so I can correct anything before we do that. Wait here one minute and I’ll be right back!” Jay couldn’t help giving his dick a quick squeeze as Dr Ellis-Hyndford walked briskly out of the room in her heeled shoes as he bent forwards and searched the computer for the first file he created hours previously. If the neurologist planned on going through each item he’d typed it was obvious they would be busy for quite some time but there was no way he could hold his bladder that much longer. Pushing his crotch against the solid desk he jumped and almost leaked as the tall intimidating doctor walked back in carrying another wheeled office chair. “Now I am a VERY busy person. You do understand that? These files are of the utmost importance as they carry confidential information on the health of my patients and their treatment. A mistake can not just cost you your job but could cost a person their life. I do NOT accept mistakes. Not when it comes to my patients. So let me see the first one please.” Jay nervously pulled up the first file he had typed up that morning still standing awkwardly, still absolutely dying for the toilet. As the doctor read over his typing meticulously Jay could feel his cheeks redden. So many of the technical terms were out of his comfort zone and this was only his second administration job since finishing college. Even more than that though he couldn’t properly stand still now and that fact embarrassed him so much, especially in front of his boss on his first day. “Mmm. Better than I expected. I see you left the our reference and your reference parts blank and the patient hospital numbers. So here’s how you get those numbers. You click here for the your reference code. It’s just the date and my initials and then to access the patients hospital number you click here, complete their details, then copy and paste into this bit here. Are you getting this?” “Yes. That looks easy enough. Actually doctor I know your time is valuable and you have a lot to do but would it be possible if I had a quick break for a few minutes? It’s just that…I’m really sorry but would it be ok if I just ran to the toilet before we get to the next one? I have been needing to go for ages.” Dr Ellis-Hyndford turned and looked at Jay, abruptly staring over her glasses disdainfully . “I beg your pardon? Do you think I have time for you to go anywhere? Oh for goodness sake would you answer that phone while I complete these references and patient numbers and get these printed. I don’t have time for this you know! Now answer that please!” Jay turned to answer the phone acting as professional as possible despite feeling crippled with an urgent need to urinate. “Dr. Ellis-Hyndford’s paediatric neurologist, Winchester City hospital, secretary speaking. How may I help you?” Scribbling down the details Jay squirmed obviously as he slid the note towards the doctor. Clearly recognising the name she wrote back to tell him to pass the call through before she took the phone and proceeded to continue the call. Meanwhile Jay sat back in his seat wriggling around trying his hardest not to grab himself but failing miserably. He’d never felt so embarrassed in his life nor so absolutely desperate for the toilet. Frightened he might even have an accident he got up from the seat and paced around behind the Dr back and forth in front of the window bending forwards, dancing, squirming and squeezing himself more than he’d ever done in his life. Still the doctor continued on with the call. Jay tried getting eye contact with her hoping she might even point to where the loos were but she just stared at him angrily scowling and clearly annoyed at his behaviour. Despite her clear disgust Jay was frantic as he rushed towards the open door cupping his crotch longing to find someone to show him to a bathroom. He looked back in the room at the doctor as he pointed to the left but she shook her head to communicate that wasn’t the way to the toilets. So he pointed right but she simply shook her head once more before suddenly standing up and abruptly kicking the door stop away and letting the door close over! Jay was close to tears returning to his seat and kneading his crotch, urgently bent forwards and fidgeting like a little child.He couldn’t wait much longer no matter how much he tried! His poor dick was shaking and he could feel his bladder pulsing as spasm after spasm caused him to quietly moan and wriggle and bounce more than ever before. This was so embarrassing! Finally Dr Ellis-Hyndford put the phone down and turned to face Jay. “There’s a couple of mistakes in some of your reports. I don’t allow mistakes, as I said. I need the patient hospital numbers added in correctly and the references and all the mistakes corrected. Quickly! My time is in demand you know!” “Yes mam, but first please may I be excused just a moment? I really do have to go to the bathroom rather urgently!” “What! You’re just this minute finished your lunch break! In this job you see to your personal needs in your personal time NOT on my time! You understand?” “But…but I haven’t been shown where they are so I couldn’t go during lunch and it really is an emergency mam!” “Emergency? Have you any idea what that word even means? Brain tumours are an emergency! Increased intracranial pressure is an emergency! Prolonged epileptic seizures are an emergency…but a grown man with a little desire to get rid of waste liquid from his body is NOT an emergency by my standards. Now I need these files yesterday! Get typing!” Jay shuffled closer to the computer his hand tightly grasping his dick for dear life. Whatever his boss thought this most definitely WAS an emergency to him and any second now his poor aching bladder would surely explode everywhere! The overbearing neurologist stared at him intently as he couldn’t help leaning forwards and gasping as another bladder spasm hit. “And you can sit properly while you’re at it! Slouching like that is bad for your back!”: Jay did his best to sit more upright tensing his back and thighs as much as possible as he copied and pasted the next hospital number into the report. Meanwhile the doctor stood staring at him smirking, almost laughing at his predicament. Jay could feel his face redden more and hear his own heart thumping as he used a hand to grip the office table as hard as possible. It was too much though and when the phone rang yet again making him lose concentration and jump he could feel the tip of his penis swell and moisten. The familiar surge of warmth zooming fast up his urethra told him in no uncertain terms what was about to happen and even with a writhe on the seat and almost standing to try and stop it it was too late as a large trickle of warm liquid leaked out of his weary penis into his clean boxers and smart trousers. “Dr. Ellis-Hyndford’s paediatric neurologist, Winchester City hospital, secretary speaking. How may I help you?”, Jay said breathlessly as more warmth spread between his legs and down his thigh. “Hi, This is Dr Maddox from Gillingham general practice. Would it be possible to speak to Dr Ellis-Hyndford as a matter of urgency?” “Please hold on and I will see if she’s available for you.” Jay looked the neurologist right in the eye as he stood up to hand the receiver over to her as tears nipped his eyes and pee poured out from his throbbing dick. Despite her bullying, harshness and abruptness there was a spark in the corner of her eye he couldn’t quite decipher in his utter humiliation. Had she actually enjoyed seeing him so desperate and begging to use the toilet? Was this some sort of control game she got a thrill from? As he stood there in warm drenched suit trousers so many thoughts consumed him. So was this why no secretary lasted longer than a week here and why did this esteemed in demand neurologist hate men so much? He was determined that however much strength and determination it took he’d stay exactly where he was long enough to find out more. Tomorrow he’d just make sure to have another pair of trousers in his bag just in case.
  21. Hey guys. Some of you might remember a story of extreme female desperation I posted over a year ago about Karl and his wife Kate, called The Wife Who Had To Hold It. I mentioned at the time that I wanted to come back to these characters to write another story with them sometime later, and well, now's the time to do it I feel. If you haven't read the previous story (it's a good one but very long), it's not necessary to enjoy this story, it only explains a bit of the background between Kate & Karl. ====== Groundhog's Day for Kate, Part #1 If you've read my previous stories about my sexy wife Kate, than you'll know how she's prideful of her bladder of steel. You'll know how Kate is such a big environmentalist that she pees as infrequently as possible to save water on flushing the toilet. That was how I was able to talk Kate into us installing a urinal in our home bathroom. You'll also know how Kate agreed years ago to only let herself take a piss after I had peed in our home urinal 3 times since Kate's last piss. And you'll know how I built up enough of an iron bladder over the years to last over 24 hours without a piss, and therefore deny Kate a piss for several days in a row. Despite how many years me and Kate have been living under the rules of this challenge, I had never been able to crack Kate's bladder once. I've made Kate extremely desperate, and seemingly only seconds away from pissing herself. But never once had Kate lost control of her perfect iron bladder, Kate was always able to hold it until she was finally allowed to pee under the rules of our challenge. Over the years Kate had become quite smug about the fact that I had never once been able to best her iron bladder, even with the rules rigged heavily in my favor. On top of that, Kate always without exception drank 3 gallons of fluids (or more!) in a day as part of her diet, and because we lived in a hot climate. I drank a lot of fluids myself in day, but nowhere near as much as Kate did. Over the years I had tried to challenge Kate to keep on waiting after my 3rd piss until she couldn't wait any longer. But Kate's response was always one of the following, or a combination of them: 1. "You know the rules Karl. If you want to see me wait longer, than you'll have to learn how to hold it in longer". 2. "You'll never break my iron bladder Karl. I'm much too tough a lady and tough of a wife to ever lose control of my iron bladder". 3. "Why would I ever agree to continue to hold it until I can't wait anymore Karl? I like winning, and that's a bet even I would lose, eventually". 4. "Me lose control of my bladder? That'll never happen Karl. I can hold on a lot longer than you think". One day Kate took pity on me after I was forced yet again to take my 3rd piss and let Kate finally empty herself. "If you really want to try to beat my iron bladder Karl, you should try to drink a lot more fluids throughout the day" Kate said as she sat herself on the toilet. "But I already drink a lot of fluids throughout the day Kate" I replied as Kate began to calmly piss a gusher. Though Kate tried to look like she had barely needed to go after over 3 days of holding it, the relief written across her face clearly said otherwise. "But not as much as me Karl, you drink a little more than 2 gallons a day at most, while I always drink 3 gallons a day or more. Try it Karl, keep up with my drinking for a while and give your bladder a workout. Of course you won't be able to hold it as long at first with all those extra drinks Karl, but that'll be your goal to work for to improve your bladder". "Sure you're not just trying to make things easier on yourself for a while Kate" I asked her. "Just the opposite Karl" Kate had replied smoothly as she continued to piss a gusher. "I enjoy challenging myself to hold it even longer. I want you to hold it longer so that I have no choice but to hold it even longer. Besides... maybe it'll help you finally beat me one of these days". At first I didn't listen to Kate's suggestion. But then after some more encouragement and pestering from Kate I decided to try it. It took me several months to work myself up to peeing just once a day again instead of twice a day under my greater liquid intake, but Kate's advice did help a lot. Kate started to drink even more herself throughout the day at the same time. Kate went from drinking 3 gallons a day to drinking closer to 4 gallons a day. While this was going on, I tried to figure out the same thing I had for years. How could I arrange a situation where Kate had no choice but to continue to wait and hold it for hours or even days longer after I took my third piss? I tried to pee at places or times when I knew Kate couldn't or wouldn't pee, like in my last story, but I could never delay her trip to the toilet long enough for me to need to take a 4th piss, let alone for Kate to lost control of her iron bladder. Not even camping trips, far from any kind of public toilets that Kate would use, had been able to break Kate's iron bladder in the past. One day however a new tactic dawned on me. I didn't have to try to arrange situations to endlessly stall Kate's much needed visit to the toilet when she was allowed to go under our rules. Instead, I could use Kate's own pride to keep her waiting if I pushed her buttons just right at the right opportunity. That opportunity came one day on a Sunday evening. I had been holding it for the last 24 hours, and I had been quite desperate since the mid-afternoon. But finally, by 9 PM, after 24 hours of holding it, I couldn't wait any longer. This piss would be my 3rd piss since Kate had last peed, which was one reason Kate came to the bathroom to watch as I whipped my cock out and started to piss a gusher in the urinal. Just standing in the bathroom, next to the inviting white toilet bowl, and watching me piss a gusher in the urinal next to it was surely torture on Kate's bursting iron bladder. Kate had last taken a piss on Thursday evening at 9 PM, which was almost exactly 72 hours ago. On top of that, Kate hadn't bothered to take her 4 inch high heel shoes off, so her painful footwear was surely only adding yet more pressure to her surely exhausted bladder. Our rules technically didn't say that Kate had to stand there and wait for me to finish my piss in the urinal before she could seat herself on the toilet seat and piss her own gusher. But Kate always did it regardless, as if to push herself just a little bit farther each time. For Kate to seat herself on the toilet now before I finished would be admitting weakness in her mind, and Kate's pride couldn't allow that no matter what her bladder said. Kate tried to play the calm & prideful wife with the iron bladder who wasn't dying to be able to release her pent up piss in just a moment. But even so, I caught Kate grimacing out of the corner of my eye as I first started to piss my gusher. Still, despite Kate's extreme desperation after 72 hours of waiting, and the large bladder bulge that was visible, she didn't allow herself to grip her pussy. Nor did she let herself fidget around in desperation as she surely so wanted to. Instead she stood with her arms crossed, and her legs slightly spread. "So Kate, how desperate are you to finally be able to piss your gusher now" I asked. "You must be glad that you can finally piss after 3 long days of waiting". "You must be joking Karl" replied my wife. "You must know by now that I'm such a tough wife that you don't even make it a challenge for my iron bladder anymore". Kate tried to keep her face calm, but I could see the enormous strain on her bladder's sphincter muscles that she was dealing with and trying to hide. Me and Kate had drank a bit of alcohol earlier in the evening, and I had been stroking Kate's pride through it. So Kate's arrogant reply despite the strain already on her iron bladder was exactly as I had expected and hoped for. "Oh come on Kate" I said, "I know your pussy is as eager to piss a gusher as my penis is to be pissing right now. You'll be ripping your jeans and panties down to your knees the second my piss is finished, and you'll already be pissing a gusher even before your butt touches the toilet seat". As I said this I noticed Kate's hands were already starting to unbutton her jeans even as I continued to piss away in the urinal. Kate noticed it to, and stopped, with only the top button undone. I smiled at Kate, knowing she had helped prove my point. Kate looked a bit ticked off at herself for walking right into it. "Oh hush Karl, I am not as eager to piss as your penis is" Kate replied in her prideful tone. "Unlike you and your penis, me and my pussy could still wait and hold it a while longer if we had to". Seeing my chance now, I moved in to try to push Kate to agree to keep waiting even longer. "Well yeah, I'm sure you could wait a couple more hours Kate" I said in my Mr. Reasonable voice. "But there's certainly no way you could keep waiting until tomorrow morning, let alone beyond that, you're much too desperate to pee already Kate". As I hoped for, Kate got a fire burning in her eyes at that statement. "You don't know how tough your wife and her iron bladder is then Karl" Kate said with some anger in her voice now. "I could easily hold it throughout the night, all through work tomorrow, and beyond that point to". My piss finally finished as Kate was talking, but Kate restrained herself and didn't rush to use the toilet the second I finished like she often did. I knew it was now or never to seal the deal as I flushed the urinal. "Well, I guess we'll never know the answer to that Kate" I replied. "Unless you were to agree to continue to hold it, say until I had to take my 4th piss since you last had a pee 72 hours ago". Kate was silent for several seconds now as she glared at me, standing just a few feet away from the inviting white toilet bowl promising her sweet relief now. Kate could have easily resumed unbuttoning her jeans, and sliding them and her panties off so that she could take her urgently needed piss now. But instead Kate stood there, on her painful high heels, with a boiling load of piss still brewing between her legs, and continued to stare into my eyes. I could tell Kate was seriously contemplating what to do in that silence. Finally Kate broke the silence. "You know how a certain lady loves to challenge herself Karl" she said with pride. "My bladder's floodgates will remain sealed, until you have to open your bladder's own floodgates and take a 4th piss since I last had a pee. No matter how long that takes". "Are you sure Kate" I asked playfully now as I put a hand on the raised toilet lid. "Last chance for a certain tough girl to change her mind and pee in a very long time Kate". "My jealous pussy will hate me for it Karl, I have to pee pretty bad already. But yes I'm certain, I'm a tough wife and I can hold it quite a while longer than just 3 days if I have to" Kate replied. I slammed the toilet lid down with finality, to signify Kate's now lost chance to take a much needed pee. "The ladies room is now closed Kate, I sure hope you can wait until it's available next time" I announced with a grin. I pointed at the button on her jeans Kate had undone a moment earlier. "You ought to button that back up Kate, you won't be needing to unbutton it anytime soon now". Kate smiled and nodded her head as she reached down to re-button the top of her jeans. Kate allowed a slight groan to escape her lips as the button re-added a bit of pressure to her bladder. "Oh my" whispered Kate playfully. "I think I made a mistake passing up that toilet Karl. I could really use a piss right about now". Kate 'playfully' gripped her crotch and squirmed for added emphasis. "Is the ladies room still open for a certain desperate lady who hasn't peed in 3 whole days Karl?". "Sorry, but the ladies room is going to be closed for a long while Kate" I replied. "You'll just have to wait until then". "Oh... gosh I sure hope I can wait that long" Kate muttered in pretend nervousness. "You boys sure have it easy being able to unzip and pee almost anywhere... that would really come in handy for me right now". Kate bit her lips as she glanced anxiously at the closed toilet lid, and the urinal she couldn't use. "But I am a lady, so I guess I'll just have to wait. It's a good thing I'm so good at waiting". I grinned at Kate, "I know you've been waiting to pee for 3 days already Kate, you could use a distraction from that desperate need" I said. Kate nodded while shifting her legs around desperately in her high heels. "Well what better distraction than the two of us sharing a pitcher of lemonade together" I asked in a tone that was daring Kate not to say no. Kate knew full well I was challenging her. "I don't think that'll help my poor unlucky bladder Karl" she replied knowingly, "but... you know how much I love lemonade". Lemonade was Kate's favorite drink, which was why I had suggested it over another beverage. Kate was grinning now at the challenge. "I know you don't think I can handle it Karl, but my iron bladder is much tougher than you realize". With that, Kate led the way to the kitchen. Despite the state of her bladder, Kate ended up having 4 of the 6 glasses of lemonade in the 3 liter pitcher. Later as we were getting ready for bed Kate eagerly agreed to some full bladder sex, during which Kate was gripping her pussy and squirming around a lot. My doubt that Kate could last the night, let alone the day tomorrow, must have been written on my face, because as I closed my eyes Kate whispered "I'm stronger than you think Karl, I will hold it for you and your silly bet. Maybe then you'll learn why it's futile to challenge to me and my unbreakable bladder". "Or maybe I'll finally discover that even your bladder has its limits" I whispered back playfully. ===== Groundhog's Day for Kate, Part #2 The next morning me and Kate were awaken at 7 AM by our alarm clock. Kate hadn't peed in 82 hours by now as she got out of bed with her rock hard bladder bulge quite visible in her skimpy lingerie. Kate allowed herself to squirm around a bit and grip her crotch for a moment in desperation as she fought against her urgent need for a morning piss. Kate noticed me standing by the bed staring at her as she stood up and calmly removed her hands from her crotch, stopped squirming, and smiled. "I guess the ladies room is still going to be closed for a while yet isn't it Karl" she asked me playfully. I nodded in agreement. "Certain guys sure can take a while to reopen the ladies room Karl... it's almost... as if they don't want desperate girls like me to pee for a long time". "There's nothing but your own pride preventing you from barging in to use the ladies room anyway Kate" I reminded her. I liked to give Kate an 'out' at times, she never took it, even if she so badly needed it. "No thanks, I'll be good Karl" Kate replied quickly to show that she was still up for the challenge from last night. "I've already waited all day for the last couple of days without giving my poor bladder any relief. I can do it again today if your bladder makes me". Me and Kate soon got dressed for the day. Without any important visitors expected at work today Kate grabbed a fashionable pair of jeans and a business casual shirt. Under normal circumstances with an empty bladder the jeans would fit Kate quite comfortably. But with 82 hours worth of boiling piss contained inside her rock hard bladder bulge I knew the jeans would be a more uncomfortable fit for Kate. But Kate, even with her surely desperate need, was used to wearing clothing too tight around her bladder region. So Kate's body language remained calm, even as she zipped and buttoned her jeans shut. Kate didn't even flinch when she tightened her belt and locked the buckle. And of course Kate finished up the outfit by slipping on a pair of fashionable high heels that she knew full well would torture her aching, bursting bladder all day whenever she stood up or walked anywhere. Without another word between us, me and Kate headed for the kitchen to have some breakfast, as well as share a 3 liter pitcher of spring water. Like we usually did we both had 3 glasses of it over breakfast before it was drained. Before we left for work Kate couldn't help but grab herself a cold bottle of spring water from the fridge, all while I smiled knowingly at her. "Just because I've really gotta pee bad doesn't mean I don't get thirsty Karl" Kate replied with a smile. We arrived at work shortly before 9 AM, by which time Kate had finished draining her bottle of water. Me and Kate kissed each other goodbye and went our separate ways in the office until we got together for lunch at 1 PM. Both of us had our share of drinks in the morning at work. I had 2 large cups of coffee, and 3 bottles of water, which I thought was a lot, until I learned Kate had drank same and an additional bottle of water. By the time we went to lunch I was really needing a piss myself. But of course there was no way I going to, because that would let Kate pee as well, unless I somehow talked her into waiting even longer, which I wasn't going to count on. Kate, despite having gone 88 hours without a piss now, was relatively calm as we went out to lunch together. She even teased me a bit about needing to go 'already' when she caught me squirming in the car. "What's the matter Karl? Don't tell me you need to pee already, it's only been 16 hours for you. I thought you were going to make this a challenge for me". "We'll see about that when I make you piss yourself Kate" I replied good naturedly. "I know you'll be crossing your legs and squirming around underneath the table when you don't think anyone will be looking". "I'd like to see you hold it for three and a half days and only cross your legs under the table a bit" Kate countered. Lunch passed uneventfully. Despite how desperate we both were Kate drank 3 large glasses of soda over lunch, while I had 2. I was still aiming to drink 3 gallons a day, and Kate 4 gallons a day, under our liquid heavy diet, so neither of us had a choice in the matter of not drinking so much. Kate tried to look calm sitting across the table from me, but I could tell from her strained body language that she was having a lot more trouble keeping her full bladder's dam shut then she was letting on. I tried to not let see Kate see just how bad off I was, but I did my share of leg crossing and crotch grabbing under the table. After lunch me and Kate went our separate ways in the office again. I don't know about Kate, since she would never admit it to me, but as the day went on, I knew I was getting more distracted by my giant urge for a piss. It didn't help that I drank another 5 bottles of water in the afternoon at work either. If it wasn't for the knowledge that Kate couldn't pee as long as I held on I would have been sorely tempted to visit the men's room. At the other end of the office, Kate was busy working her way through 6 bottles of water this afternoon. If Kate was alone in her office then I knew she had to be squirming around desperately in her seat from the nearly 4 days she had gone without a pee by now. As 5 PM rolled around I found Kate had helped herself to a can of soda from the vending machine on the way to the car where we both met. "Are you sure that's wise dear, given your predicament" I teased on the way to the car. "It's wiser then however many bottles of water you drank in the afternoon" Kate countered arrogantly. "You'll have to pee soon enough, and then it won't matter how wise or not wise this can of soda is, because I'll be able to pee to". "Well then, maybe you should do the driving if you're so confident I'll pee first" I countered. "After all, if I'll pee first then I must be more distracted by my desperate bladder after nearly 20 hours of waiting then you are from yours after nearly 92 hours of waiting". I could tell by the look in Kate's eyes that she hadn't expected that. Since I almost always drove, Kate was used to being able to sit back and focus her attention on her keeping her boiling piss contained in her bladder whenever we traveled. Kate narrowed her eyes, and took a sip from her can of soda, knowing what I was doing. "That won't be a problem Karl, hand me the keys" Kate replied, pretending to be calm, even though I knew full well she wasn't. I was glad to be able to grip my cock through my pants and pay attention to Kate's body language as she drove us. Kate did surprisingly well at looking calm when we were moving, but I saw her legs shifting around nervously from her desperate urge to pee after almost 4 days without relief. At the first red light when Kate stopped the car I could tell she was about to automatically grab her pussy in desperation. But she remembered who was sitting next to her and stopped before her hands could get there. So Kate grabbed her can of soda instead, and made a show of taking a long sip from it, enough to finish draining it. "What would us ladies ever do about these frequent & long closures of the ladies room if we weren't so good at waiting?" Kate asked me playfully, knowing I was watching her every move for signs of desperation. "Ladies could always use the urinal in the men's room" I suggested. Kate shook her head. "Ladies could also use the bushes alongside their man when we go camping or hiking" I added. "Us ladies don't have the anatomy for either of those things Karl" Kate replied playfully. "That's why our mothers teach us that boys get to pee outdoors, while us ladies have to hold it. And then there's filthy public restrooms, you guys don't mind Karl, you'd go anywhere. But us ladies do mind, so us ladies frequently have to continue to hold it when the ladies room is too filthy, even if we've already been waiting a lot longer then you boys have". "Well, a certain lady could drop the act and admit she has to go when we get home. Surely her own toilet is clean enough for her" I countered playfully. "But us ladies can't even do that either at times" Kate countered. "Sometimes us ladies get back home desperate to pee, only to have to wait even longer because our husbands beat us to the toilet first, even though the husband got to pee multiple times when he was out with the lady". "Then it's a good thing that some of you ladies enjoy putting off your pee, and holding it for several days in a row, isn't it Kate?" I replied with a smile. "Well, if the world conspires to keep us ladies from taking a pee, then why shouldn't I try to enjoy having to hold it all the time?" Kate grinned. When we got back home at 6 PM both me and Kate were dying to pee, with 21 and 93 hours of boiling pee in our bladders separating the us from our last trip to the toilet. But neither of us so much as glanced down the hall towards our only bathroom. Instead I took out a 3 liter pitcher of water and poured us both a glass, while Kate started dinner. Kate could have taken her pair of 4 inch high heels off at any time now that we were home, but she didn't. I think Kate decided a few months ago that she enjoyed the extra challenge her painful high heels were on a full bladder. Despite the high heels that were surely bothering her poor tormented bladder's sphincter muscles, Kate didn't hesitate to quickly down her first half a liter glass of water from the pitcher, and pour herself a second glass. Kate tried to avoid squirming around and gripping her crotch in front of me, with only partial success due to the nearly 4 days she had gone without a pee. But to be fair, I was desperately squirming around probably three times as much as Kate. At this point I knew I wasn't going to best Kate's iron bladder today, she was clearly in much better control of her bladder's situation then I was despite the much longer wait she had. I just wanted to extend Kate's desperate plight as long as I could, and figure out how I could get Kate to agree to skip her pee again if at all possible. By 7 PM both me and Kate had finished dinner, and completely drained the 3 liter pitcher. Both me and Kate had 3 large glasses of the pitcher. Though Kate tried to look tough, I could tell she was really beginning to feel the strain of denying herself relief for the last 94 hours while wearing such tight and uncomfortable clothing. Kate grimaced across the table, but she tried to turn it into a grin when she noticed me watching, all while I saw her hands go underneath the table towards her crotch. At first I thought Kate was gripping her crotch, until I heard the sound of a belt buckle unsnapping. "Does my lovely wife finally have to admit that her bladder isn't as strong as she claims it is and hurry to the toilet for a much needed pee now?" I asked smoothly. "Is it a crime for a girl to want to unwind at the end of a long day by taking her tight belt off?" Kate asked. "Don't worry about your silly bet Karl, I'll hold my pee until you have to pee again, which will be pretty soon I imagine". "I think it's a sign that a lady is nearing her limits if the pressure of the belt is too much for her to bear after 94 hours without a pee" I countered. "But... certain things... might persuade me otherwise". "Certain things Karl?" Kate questioned mockingly. "You're real subtle aren't you? Fetch me a can of soda then, I'll drink it while we watch some television". Our evening was relatively subdued after that for a while, as we watched TV for a few hours. Kate drank her can of soda, as well as 2 more glasses of water. I drank another 2 glasses of water myself. By the time 9 PM rolled around I once again couldn't hold it any longer. Kate had been watching me like a tiger for the last hour, just as much as I had been watching her desperately squirm after 4 days without a pee. When I finally couldn't take it anymore and announced I had to run to the bathroom, Kate slyly remarked "well of course you do Karl, the boys always have to pee first... and second, and third, and fourth to it seems". I hurried to the bathroom desperately gripping my desperate cock. Despite her 4 inch high heels Kate managed to stay right behind me without tripping. Upon entering the bathroom I hurried to the urinal, and began to take a loud piss with Kate watching. Kate tried to act calm as I peed away in front of her, but I caught her eyes anxiously darting to the inviting white toilet bowl next to the urinal. Despite her calm demeanor, Kate hadn't been able to pee in 4 days, and was a few hours away from the 100 hour mark. I knew Kate was really bursting to go right now as she began to unbutton her jeans before I was even half done my piss. Kate tried to cover it up by talking. "It's a good thing that the ladies room is now open again, because this lady really needs to take a leak now" Kate said as she lifted the toilet lid. "4 days of holding it like this is more of a challenge for me and my bladder of steel Karl". Kate didn't move to sit on the toilet yet however, for that I knew she'd wait until I was finished peeing first. "So does that mean that 5 days of holding it would be too much of a challenge for you to handle then Kate?" I asked slyly. "Don't be silly Karl, we both know the answer to that" Kate replied arrogantly, even as she squeezed her legs together in a subtle sign of desperation. "Maybe someday you'll learn Karl that me and my bladder of steel have no limits, I can always wait as long as I need to". "I think the way you've already unzipped your jeans says otherwise Kate" I countered as I continued to piss in the urinal. "You're so desperate to pee that you're hurrying to undo your jeans early just so that you won't have to wait an extra few seconds to pee, because you know you can't hold it much longer Kate. I bet you were getting worried about having an accident if I made you wait much longer". "In your dreams Karl. There's nothing unusual with a girl unbuttoning her jeans in anticipation of a much needed pee she's about to take" Kate replied calmly. As she spoke my piss began to die down, Kate couldn't help but grip her crotch and fidget her legs around in anticipation of her pee. "There's nothing wrong with a girl lifting the lid in preparation for her pee either, especially seeing as you're about done Karl" Kate added. Kate was right, my piss finally dribbled down to nothing as Kate watched, eager to let loose her own brewing load of boiling piss. But unfortunately for Kate, I was determined to make sure that her brewing load of boiling piss would have to brew for a while longer in her tiring bladder. I knew that I had to make my move quickly as I tucked my cock back in my pants. Kate smiled as she began to pull her jeans down, only the smile soon vanished when I slammed the lid down on Kate's toilet before she could pull her jeans even halfway down her hips. "Karl what are you doing?" Kate asked confused, her jeans still only partially pulled down, her red panties easily visible. "It's my turn to pee now". "Sorry Kate, it turns out the ladies room is still closed for maintenance" I announced boldly, jumping back into our earlier role-playing. "It was a totally unexpected problem the maintenance crew ran into. You'll just have to continue waiting until they finish Kate. I'm afraid it's going to be a while longer yet". "Well then how's a lady supposed to get the pee that she was promised for out holding you yet again Karl" Kate asked annoyed. She bent her knees and fidgeted her legs together nervously, considering her options I knew. Kate clearly hadn't expected me to issue another challenge to her bladder of steel so soon. "Hey, you were the one who said earlier that the world conspires to keep you ladies away from the toilet" I reminded her with a shrug. "I guess you were right Kate, the world is sure conspiring against you now". Silence stretched between us for a few seconds. Kate's eyes glared at me, before shifting to the white porcelain toilet bowl aside of me, that she had been eagerly looking forward to using 15 seconds ago before I had moved to stop her. I knew the heavy load of boiling piss brewing between her legs for the last 4 days was at the forefront of Kate's mind. Kate really didn't want to have to keep that piss brewing in her bladder for yet another day, especially not with the 4 inch high heels she wore, which only made a full bladder harder to deal with. But Kate was also quite prideful, and could be quite stubborn when she saw her pride as at stake I knew. I smiled as Kate's eyes shifted away from the much needed toilet and back at me, full of stubbornness and determination. "A totally 'unexpected' maintenance problem in the ladies room Karl?" Kate asked me, her voice full of playful skepticism. "Sounds to me like someone just really doesn't want us ladies to pee, especially this lady in particular, who hasn't peed in 4 whole days already", Kate added, pointing at herself as she crossed her legs. "Hey I'm not the maintenance man Kate, I'm just the bearer of bad news" I said, innocently. Kate playfully rolled her eyes at my feigned innocent. "The bottom line Kate is you'll just have to wait some more, unless you care to use the men's room instead" I added, waving at the urinal, "no plumbing issues or lines there". "Certainly not Karl!" Kate scolded me. "A lady doesn't barge in and use the men's room, especially not when she'd mind if a man barged into the ladies room!". "Well then, I guess you're just going to have to wait Kate, since that's your only option left" I told her. Kate frowned, as if remembering her brewing load of boiling piss she had been so eager to rid herself of a moment ago. "I really need to pee bad after holding it for the last 4 days Karl" she admitted as she gripped her crotch and squirmed in front of me. I smiled as I saw my opportunity. "What's the matter Kate, worried that you might pee yourself soon if you have to hold it a while longer?" I taunted. Kate bristled visibly at the insult to her pride, even as her bladder begged for relief. Knowing I was taking a risk now, I opened the toilet lid. "Go ahead and take your pee Kate. I wouldn't want you to end up peeing in your jeans just because you were too stubborn to admit that you couldn't hold it any longer during our role-playing session". My gamble worked better than I thought, Kate didn't even pause to think about her words first. "I'm going to make you eat those words Karl" Kate replied confidently. "I may really have to pee quite badly after holding it for the last 4 days, but that doesn't mean that I'll pee myself soon if I don't plop myself on that white porcelain toilet bowl". Kate glanced at the toilet longingly for a moment as she continued to fidget around. With one hand still openly gripping her throbbing desperate pussy through her red panties, Kate reached out for the toilet lid with her other hand. "It would feel really frigging good to use that toilet, I won't deny it Karl. But I'll hold it for a while longer instead, just to prove to you that I can still wait for a pee. I think another 24 hours should be long enough to prove my point to you". With that, this time it was Kate who slammed the toilet lid shut with finality, to signify her once again lost chance to pee. "Are you really sure about this Kate?" I asked as Kate began to pull her jeans back up. "Another 24 hours without a pee is a long time for anyone to wait, especially for a desperate lady who already hasn't peed in the last 4 days". Kate's face grimaced as she pulled her jean's zipper back up, pressing her tight jeans up against her bulging bladder and the 4 days of boiling piss brewing inside. "No one said us ladies have it easy Karl" Kate replied playfully, even while partially grunting as she buttoned her jeans back up, which put more strain on her 4 day unrelieved bladder. "Your penis is really lucky Karl. My pussy is so jealous that it still hasn't gotten to pee yet, especially with the toilet right there in front of me!". I smiled, Kate looked so darn sexy the way she desperately squirmed around in her tight jeans, while trying hard not to in order to look like the tough woman she stubbornly wanted to be. I couldn't resist pulling her into my arms and kissing her on the lips just then. I felt Kate's enormous bulging bladder brushing up against my leg as I did this. I heard a slight moan escape from Kate's lips at the unneeded extra pressure this put on her tiring bladder. But Kate was too stubborn to complain about the effect our close embrace was having on all that boiling pent up piss brewing in her bladder, so she simply bore it without a word of complaint. "You're really hot when you're so desperate to pee like this Kate" I said as I mercifully let go of her. Kate, still in her 4 inch high heels, which only made things worse on her full bladder, squirmed her legs around nervously, which only made her sexier. "Well Karl, with the ladies room closed for another day, I'm sure you'll enjoy my plight for the next 24 hours then" Kate replied with surprising calm. I couldn't help but smile lustfully like a giddy little schoolboy, which wasn't unnoticed by Kate. "I really shouldn't have turned down that trip to the ladies room yesterday, should I Karl?" Kate asked me playfully as her hands began to undo my jeans to get at my erect cock. "My desperate pussy is throbbing for relief already Karl, but it's a good thing that I can hold it for another day... or maybe longer if I really want to". The two of us quickly began to undress and make our way to the bedroom. By the time I was laying in bed trying to fall asleep later I couldn't wait for tomorrow, to see if Kate could really backup her earlier boasting about her iron bladder.
  22. From the album: My Furry Omo Artwork!

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  23. She wouldn’t let him go: the shop manager Donnie jogged the one mile to his part time job, hoping not to get too wet in the drizzly rain. Working in a small local Tesco wasn’t high on his career ambitions but it helped pay college fees and required little in the way of complex brain workouts. Besides there were often some good looking woman who were regulars and thinking of them always brightened an otherwise ordinary shift. He clocked in five minutes early and after hanging up his coat he opened a bottle of juice and before heading into the shop he drank around half of it, replenishing what he had lost in sweat after his short jog to work. Fridays were always delivery and stock taking days so Donnie was sure he was on the till as usual but checked the rota just to make sure. He was, so on opening the staffroom door he signed into one of the tills allowing Anna to clock off. ‘That’s me away Annette! See you Monday.’ Donnie saw Annette, the shop manager, wave from the back of the shop as she checked through the refrigerator for food about to go out of date. ‘Gonna hand these into Donnie before you go, thanks!’ Anna handed Donnie the shop carrier bag with some milk, fresh juice, cheese, and cold meat in and he placed it behind the counter until he was told where else it was to go. A while later Annette came towards the tills to check more stock and in a moment of less customers she had a brief conversation with her colleague. ‘I’ve marked that bag of stuff off I gave you. Just when you get a chance you can bin it, or if you want to have any of it just do so. It’s unsellable but got today’s date on so fine still. By the way self service till 1 has been playing up something terrible today. I’ve put a new receipt roll in so hopefully it’s better now. I’ll finish this aisle then take my lunch.’ Donnie nodded as he scanned another customer’s goods while watching another person on the self service till. He saw Annette pulling stock to the front of the shelf before turning out of sight. She was a much older woman, quite Jekyll and Hyde at times in her manner, often ‘forgetful’ about promised holidays or breaks for staff, but otherwise focussed on the shop and efficient at her job. As soon as the next moment of quietness occurred Donnie had a quick look in the carrier bag. The shop was warm and as time passed he opened one of the cartons of fresh apple juice and drank some. He was alone at the front of the shop and besides Annette had said he could have some so he never thought anything more about it. It wasn’t a brand of fresh juice he usually bought but it was lovely and before too long the carton was empty. It was over an hour later before Donnie saw Annette again and it was more heard than saw really as he heard her, presumably on the phone, but could briefly see items being put onto a shop trolley by someone in staff uniform. The stream of customers was pretty constant so Donnie carried on as normal, looking forward to his break. The next he saw Annette properly was when she came over to the fresh flowers near the front and rearranged them and checked their dates. The empty buckets reminded Donnie that a stock delivery was due later that day. Sometimes he was sent to receive the delivery but other times his boss insisted she did it. He wasn’t sure who it would be today but it wasn’t due for another hour at least. 4pm passed and Donnie was still alone. He’d been behind the till alone three hours now without a break and while he was a little hungry he was more aware he needed a bathroom at some point in the near future and wondering if he’d get a break soon. Officially, as Annette liked to remind him periodically, he wasn’t legally entitled to a break on a five hour shift but if the shop was quiet enough he usually managed to get one. There was no sign of Annette though so he just carried on for now. 4:30 came and not only was Donnie more aware of needing a pee but he was warm and thirsty too. Unable still to leave the till he rummaged in the bag and was delighted to find more apple juice. Sipping around half the carton as opportunity arose between serving he assumed he’d be released soon for a break where he could use the staff loo. ‘Excuse me please. The till hasn’t issued my change.’ It was that problematic self service till playing up. Donnie opened it up, tinkered around in what he could, issued the customer her change and then decided to turn the till off and put an out of order sign on. All the time he could feel the pressure building more and more in his bladder. By now a queue had formed and Donnie pressed the bell for assistance. Annette appeared from the staff room and signed onto the spare till. Between them they worked through the waiting customers for the next 15 minutes while Donnie moved from foot to foot getting more and more keen to pee. As Donnie served the final queuing customer he saw Annette sign off the till and head away. ‘Annette, is there any chance I could have a break at all?’ ‘Not right this minute Donnie sorry. I’m just doing the shifts for next month. I’ll come back once I’m finished though, ok?’ It wasn’t really ok but Donnie had no choice. He’d just have to wait. As the afternoon wore on Donnie became more and more grateful for the fact he was stood behind a counter out of sight. It felt like his bladder had swollen a hundred times it’s usual size as he rubbed at his stomach and shook his leg. His bladder felt hard, full, and it ached. With less than an hour before he finished it wasn’t looking good for getting that break he really needed. He was so glad when for a moment the shop quietened as he paced behind the till and slipped a much needed hand into his trouser pocket to press his personal belongings in his crotch. He really did need that promised break. Where was Annette? Finally he heard her again talking on the phone. He waved to try and get her attention but she didn’t notice. He pressed his thighs together and grimaced. Jeez he was really desperate for the loo! Thankfully it looked like Annette was coming over to him at last! His body throbbed in anticipation and it felt like the full contents of his bladder was pressing into his crotch as he stood behind the counter holding himself through his pocket while she approached, but before he could say anything another customer placed a basket on the counter. ‘Donnie that was the delivery driver on the phone. He’s been running behind but finally here. I’m just heading to the loading area. You can stay on a bit can’t you? Maybe half an hour or so? Maxine ought to be here to help you in about 45 minutes but I’d prefer two of you on at tea time as it gets busy as you know. I’ll add the hours in for you so don’t worry.’ Donnie took the customer’s money but couldn’t concentrate. He HAD to catch Annette before she left. He called after her, his face flushed. ‘Annette, any chance I could get a two minute break first. It’s just...I’ll be super quick I promise!’ Annette looked at her watch then glanced back at Donnie. ‘If I am not back by the time Maxine arrives you can clock off if you really need to but I’d much prefer you waited until I was back. The driver is running late and I can’t leave him waiting and I need the milk and bread out right away as we have none left now. Don’t let me down now Donnie...please.’ Donnie wasn’t sure if he was angry, shocked or just pissed off. What he did know was he was seriously bursting for the toilet and there was no way he could wait another 45 minutes. He wanted to run after Annette and tell her, beg her even, to allow him to go to the bathroom, or even better just race directly to the staff toilet, but he was stuck behind a till alone and once again there was queue of customers waiting impatiently. Trying to be as professional as possible Donnie continued serving customers as he shook one leg then the other and moved from foot to foot. He was sure that any minute now his bladder would pop as he rubbed his stomach yet again. Even his back was now starting to ache as his whole body yelled for release. Donnie could feel his palms sweating more and more and his face blushing as he took payment, scanned items and bagged groceries. Every minute felt like days as his legs trembled in urgent need behind the counter. Then one of the regular customers came forwards to be served and Donnie forced a smile. This was one of the young woman who made his shifts better, who he normally looked forward to seeing and who he quite fancied, though he wouldn’t admit it. She smiled and then looked at Donnie funny. ‘Are you feeling ok? You look a bit hot?’ Shaking a leg again and pressing his thighs tight together Donnie stepped closer to the counter as for the first time he felt he absolutely must grab himself to prevent a leak. ‘I’m fine thanks. Just keen for my break soon that’s all.’ ‘She not gave you one again today? That’s shocking! When did you start?’ ‘1pm. I finish soon though thankfully.’ ‘Do you not even get a break to eat or drink then?’ ‘Not really. I’m allowed to drink behind here at least though. But I’m looking forward to my tea later.’ ‘You don’t even get like a loo break or anything?’ ‘Not today. Mostly I do but it’s been busy today.’ ‘Jeez I couldn’t do that. I’d be pure bursting if it was me.’ Donnie squeezed his penis before using both hands to help pack the customers goods. Picking up the bag to hand to her his face came closer to hers as he whispered so no-one else would hear. ‘I am.’ The girl looked Donnie right in the eye before speaking quietly. ‘No wonder. You poor thing. Will you make it?’ Donnie didn’t answer but his puppy dog eyes, tense face and biting lip said everything as he grabbed his crotch tight again. As she went to walk away the girl turned and looked concerned. She mouthed back very quietly. ‘Maybe you should keep a bottle back there?’ Donnie moaned as he tried to serve the next elderly man. His knees were wobbling and he almost felt faint at the pressure in his body. He couldn’t recall having to go this badly ever before. It was all he could think about, focus on and yearn for. If he didn’t reach a bathroom in the next few minutes he was afraid what might happen. Finally he found himself alone again as he paced behind the counter and moaned quietly. Perhaps Maxine might arrive early so he could run to the loo or maybe Annette would come in and take over? Whichever happened it needed to be right now! Oh God did it need to be NOW! As the sound of customers taking goods, chatting and picking up baskets filled the small shop Donnie felt his body go still and warm as his penis twitched and urine dribbled into his underpants. This was it. He was about to piss himself any second. He’d waited longer than ever before, squeezed more than he thought possible, filled his bladder more than he thought it could ever hold...and now it was coming to an end. As if in slow motion he watched as a customer facing away from him picked up a large bottle of lemonade and put it in her basket. A bottle? He needed a bottle right now! Suddenly remembering the carton of apple juice he pulled one of the empty cartons up and stepping right against the counter he carefully undid his fly, placed the carton right over his crotch and slipped his leaking anatomy into the carton. He stood there for a second but nothing happened. The thought someone might hear or catch him made his body clamp up as he counted slowly in his head and tried to breath. A dribble. Then another. Then a spurt. But oh a customer! Yikes! Donnie placed the cartoon by the till and zipped up his fly feeling dribbles still escaping into his clothing. He served the lady as quickly as he could then, checking no-one was around, he unzipped and let out some more piss. This time his body wanted to shoot out fast and it took all Donnie’s self control to pee quietly and slowly despite being absolutely aching to relax completely and release fully. Quickly he stopped as another customer approached. Then another customer. And another. Having started releasing then stopping seemed to not only increase Donnie’s need exponentially it also seemed to enlarge his penis as the naughtiness and sneakiness of his actions had a big affect on his hormones. Tied between an agonising and urgent need to fully release and the ever increasing chance of being caught plus the now constant dribbling he could feel running down his inside leg Donnie wasn’t sure wether he longed to piss more or cum. Either way he had never been so glad to have his bottom half hidden by the counter. Another customer. More scanning. More dribbles. The rock hardness of his penis slowly subsiding but the absolute aching desire to piss getting stronger than ever. After marching on the spot frantically with his back to the till he knew it was now or never. He turned towards the carton and stepped as close to the till as physically possible as he unzipped again and went to slide his penis into the carton when he jumped in fright. ‘Donnie I’m just putting this milk out then you can finish up ok?’ But Donnie stood in silence unable to answer as urine flooded out of his body powerfully and urgently soaking the counter, the till, his trousers and splashing the bag and all its contents on the bottom shelf. Donnie didn’t know if Annette had heard it but as she walked towards the back of the store all he heard was her voice speaking as he tucked his penis into his drenched trousers and zipped them up again. ‘Sorry you never got a break today by the way. It’s been some shift eh!’ Bowing his head in shame and with his face scarlet as he looked at the puddle behind the counter Donnie nodded in agreement. It had been some shift indeed.
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