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  1. Despholder

    Bursting with a big bulge

    Have posted this in interactive stories as well, not quite sure where the place is for an interactive real desperation. I have last peed 6 hours ago when I woke up, I have drank a large coffee (500ml) and just finished this bottle of 2.5L of Pepsi. You can see how full I am, My bladder has a big bulge and is rock solid.I am getting very desperate but don't want to give in no matter what until it just rushes out despite my best attempts, I just love the feeling. I don't know how long I will still be able to hang on, but please come with ideas and suggestions on how to torture this bulging bladder even more. Also let me know if you would like to see more. Try to hurry:-) This great feeling of pain and pressure that makes you dance.
  2. This is a new series of stories of various workers who really need to pee. This first one is about male desperation but there will be an equal amount of female over the series. Here’s the first one: January. The carpet fitter Jason had worked at Fantastic Floorings since leaving school, before if you include work experience. The company was in the family and since Jason hadn’t any other ideas of what he wanted to do in life for now it paid the bills. At 26 he already rented his own place, even if it was small. He drove a company owned van and worked long hours, especially since the money was handy and so many others in the company now had families. January was traditionally a dry month in his field of work; as with most retail companies people had little money or motivation in winter right after Christmas. Even with the traditional January sale he usually found himself home earlier than usual or having a pint with his friends at the pub after work at this time of year. This month though was the exception. This month the company had successfully won a bid for a local housing development to lay flooring on 124 new properties all with entry dates in late January and early February. Jason had never had a busier month, which meant sacrifices had to be made; less time to see mates, less time for banter during work and often working through lunch and breaks. Long hours but good pay, and Jason was wise enough to know it was worth doing his best work as future contracts like this could make or break a small family business such as Fantastic Floorings. It was Thursday of week one. Already Jason and his partner Kyle had laid linoleum in three kitchens, four bathrooms and carpeted one whole four bedroom house! Days were starting at 8am and finishing up to 12 hours later but the job satisfaction was worth it and Jason and Kyle worked well together. Today they were working on an apartment block of six identical flats all needing complete flooring from one end to the other. Jason could feel his back ache already and he’d only just arrived onsite. It was still dark and he was relieved to find the electrics had already been installed so lighting wasn’t going to be an issue. He unlocked the back of his van and, together with Kyle, they unloaded rolls of carpets, linoleum and tools and placed them throughout the flat ready to start. It was now almost 9 and already Jason was sweating despite the flats having no heating on as the boiler was yet to be turned on. On his final run to the van Jason grabbed his travel mug and finished a full mug of coffee in minutes. The caffeine and warmth gave him an immediate boost and he agreed with his partner that the linoleum was by far the best to begin with to allow the glue time to dry. As they measured the bathroom, en-suite and kitchen to check one last time Jason felt a tiny twinge in his bladder. Nothing to worry about though so he carried on and by mid morning the first bathroom, en-suite and kitchen all had flooring. They needed time to dry but both Jason and Kyle took a much needed break in the van and both drank a can of cola and had a snack. Jason felt another small tingle at his penis but laughing and joking with his colleague and mate took his mind off it quickly. They decided to make a start on the carpets sensibly deciding to work backwards from the furthest away room which happened to be the main lounge. Once back inside the flat Jason felt another twinge between his legs but the fact the linoleum was still drying and the fact he had seen both toilets taped up with the usual ‘do not use’ builders tape he decided to carry on and drive to the local supermarket during their lunch break. He could hang on until then quite comfortably. After a quick final measure the lads rolled out the light brown carpet and on their hands and knees set about hammering it into place securely. Bending on his hands and knees wasn’t helping Jason and soon another twinge hit. On the opposite side of the room facing away from his friend Jason took a moment to give himself a quick pinch as his need began to increase. He resolved that after this room he would suggest they stopped for lunch and he would endeavour to find a loo somewhere nearby. The radio was playing and the music served as a welcome distraction as Jason continued to work around the floor making sure it was all secured in place and cut to size where required. Another wave and another quick pinch and Jason was just about to shout over to Kyle that he could do with a ‘stretch and a break’ when Kyle’s phone went and Jason had little choice but to continue working. The boys had a great system where they began together in the room at opposite sides and worked their way towards each other until the entire carpet was fitted. With Kyle now on the phone Jason was fast approaching the half way point at which they usually met but, ever the professional, he carried on until he came to where Kyle had finished. Kyle ended his call and apologised though Jason just laughed knowing full fell he had taken many a call before and left colleagues to do more than usual. Laughing wasn’t such a good idea though as Jason realised how bad he had to pee. Despite working with Kyle for months he still somehow felt embarrassed to admit his need. Instead he decided on another tact. ‘God my backs sore after that. What do you reckon to breaking for lunch? We should easily get the rest if this one done before we finish?’ ‘Yeah I was going to suggest the same mate. I’m sweating and bloody starving!’ They headed to the van and Jason started driving. ‘You want Tesco mate or McDonald’s or Greggs? I’m easy.’ ‘Oh that was Tam in the phone earlier. They’re in the houses at the top of the site and he said there a great burger van they have found just in the estate across from the top of here. He said they do a fab all day breakfast. I could so go a roll with bacon. Let’s try there. He said you cross the main road, do,low signs for the industrial estate and it’s on your right. Sounds near enough eh?’ Jason loved a good burger van and needed little convincing. Despite his full bladder his empty stomach was rumbling too and he was sure to find a public toilet nearby somewhere? They found the van easily and parked up. There was a steady queue but it moved quickly enough though Jason found himself stepping from foot to foot and using his hand in his pocket to hold when needed. He really was needing to pee now and before heading back to the flats he would definitely need to find one. First though he had a roll with chips to eat and a bottle of water. His belly was grateful fir the food even if his bladder wasn’t so thankful for the water. The men sat in the works van earring with the radio on and chatting on and off. Jason was tempted to mention his need but felt socially awkward about it. It was getting stronger and stronger though and quite bothersome and distracting. He had to think of some excuse to go into the local supermarket so he could take a leak. ‘Kyle I think that glue from the linoleum is affecting me again. I’ve got a bit of a headache so I’ll just nip to Tesco before we head back to work and get some aspirin, ok?’ ‘Sure thing.’ Jason had finished his food and consumed about half his water when another urge to Lee hit him hard. He used his hand to push his penis through his trousers hoping Kyle hadn’t noticed. Oh he needed to piss a lot so he fastened his seat belt and started the van towards Tesco. As they approached the first set if traffic lights Kyle’s phone went again. Jason could hear the call though his attention was more on holding his bladder and driving than anything else. ‘Sure thing boss. We’ll be back at the flats in a matter of minutes. We only nipped out for lunch. Of course you can inspect anytime. We only have the bedrooms and hallways to go and that’ll be the first completed. Yes of course we’ll have that completed by the end of today. See you soon.’ ‘Change of plans mate. We need to head back to the flats right now. Big Doug needs to do an inspection with the head of procurement. This being our first contact and all that they want to see how we are going. Sure you can nip out for those painkillers after they’ve been. I’m sure you’ll be fine.’ Jason wasn’t so sure. He was rather desperate for the gents but with no other choice he headed back to the site to meet his boss. His bladder would just need to wait. Back on site they could see the biases van in the car park so not wanting to make a bad impression the lads raced back to the flat and began laying carpet in the first bedroom. Unlike the square lounge this bedroom was an awkward shape and required the pee-measured carpet tube cut to fit. Jason was struggling to stand still and sitting on the floor was putting more pressure on his already overworked bladder. He was just about to try a tap in the bathroom to see if the water was on so he could use the toilet when his boss walked in with someone with him. Jason shook hands, waited to be introduced whilst standing cross legged then followed the men as they looked around to inspect the work so far. Opening the bathroom door and looking right at the toilet made Jason squirm and he had no choice but to briefly grab himself to avoid a leak. He so needed to piss but his heart sank as the head of procurement rabbeted on about how the electrics were complete, plumbing complete and plasterwork all dry but yet the water supply company hadn’t yet turned on the water to the properties meaning final checks on bathrooms, sinks and showers and even washing machines could not be done just yet. Without stepping on the flooring he continued to talk about how it would at least allow the flooring to dry before anyone was using the toilets or sinks. Jason bent forward a little at this and his legs twisted around him in absolute desperation. Kyle had carried on fitting carpet as the men looked into the main room and then kitchen and followed quickly behind Jason into the room where Kyle was now on his knees hammering carpet in. ‘Looking great lads. Keep up the good work and I’ll come check when this flat is finished. ‘ Big Doug and his suited companion left and as the door closed Jason grabbed his member before he leaked and pee danced back to the room Kyle was working in. He had to piss so so badly he was afraid of having an accident on the posh cream bedroom carpet his friend was laying. ‘Sorry Kyle. I’ll be back in a minute mate. I really really need to find a bathroom. God do I need to piss so bad. I’ve been bursting to go for ages and it’s an emergency.’ Kyle looked up at his mate who was dancing and holding himself like a little child. ‘Just use the toilet mate. What’s the problem.’ ‘There’s no running water! They haven’t turned it on. Oh what am I going to do. I’m on the verge of pissing myself.’ ‘Oh. I didn’t know about the water. You gonna head to Tesco or something then?’ ‘I can....can’t drive mate. Oh my God it’s leaking. I’m gonna wet myself. I’ll piss myself before I get to the van. It’s that bad mate. Honest.’ Jason unhooked his trousers and slipped his hand inside his waistband while he gripped his throbbing and leaking penis as hard as he could. Kyle looked at his mate with compassion and grabbed him by the arm leading him to the en-suite shower. ‘Just go there Jas. Seriously.’ Jason had no choice as another spurt shot out into his boxers. He pulled his penis out, not caring that Kyle was watching and allowed himself to relax as warm urine shot rapidly out of his penis and landed in the shower tray. As his body relaxed the stream continued on and on with Kyle still watching. ‘God you really must have been busting mate. That’s a shit load of piss!’ ‘I was mate. I really was. God that feels so much better. I can actually think again!’
  3. Mad Bladder

    Sarah’s Night of Shame

    **note: this was loosely inspired by life with Louie the kiss is the thing episode except this is with a hot female Sarah was a thick blonde girl. Not really fat, but enough on the bone to have a nice shaped ass and hips in those tight blue jeans. Her hair flowed down just above her shoulders. She was about to clock out of work. She wore a tight blue t-shirt and was so exhausted after this long day. In her twenties and working to pay for school, she stayed an extra hour today, came back from lunch early, and didn’t even get a last break. She was a nice girl. Her bosses appreciated this. As she tightened her belt a little she felt pressure in her abdomen. Nothing agonizing, but it was a noticeable discomfort. She hadn’t peed since the start of her lunch and drank down a bottle of water during lunch and drank the last half of her friends. Plus as she walked back after to her post she drank from the fountain. “I should make a quick bathroom break,” she said as she walked out. Standing right there at the bathroom, she looked inside and all stalls empty and to herself. She wanted to wash her hands first since they were covered with food dust. She started to walk out of the bathroom, but then remembered she had to take a leak. But she looked at her watch and noticed she was running late. She bit her lip in a nervous face and knee shook a little as her toes were on their tips. Her bladder ached, but she’d figure she could wait. “Ah I don’t want to be late.” With that, Sarah left the bathroom with her bladder still with a good amount of pee in it. The drive to her sisters high school was not comfortable. The road had many bumps that sent pulse after pulse to make her more aware of her bladder which continued to fill with the rest of the digested liquids she had today. Her legs squeezed together while she stopped at a light. Her fingers drummed on the steering wheel. “Come on, come on, come on.” She said a little nervous. Her foot tapped on the floor as an eternity went by and she could finally get going again. She finally reached the high school and pulled in to park. Her admirable thick white girl ass shook back and forth as she walked into the school in her new black and white sneakers that cost almost a whole paycheck. The tighter jeans she wore were her favorite. Barely noticeable, but if one looked at the right side of the waist just under the belt, the lead singer and guitarist of her favorite band autographed it. Her new white panties were her favorite underwear with pink around the openings for the waist and legs and a rose on the front crotch. Her jeans looked painted on they were so damn tight, but she knew she looked good. As she walked down the hallway of the school towards the auditorium where the play was, she forget about her need for the bathroom after she got out of the car. She saw her mother and her jackass boyfriend Jeff. She sat in her seat, and a high school senior who was 18 named Alan could not help but notice Sarah’s hot ass body. “Hey, you made it!” Her mother said. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Sarah said. “I took a leak before,” Jeff said. “These bathrooms are never cleaned.” He said angrily. Bathroom...Sarah’s eyes widened as a familiar need hit hard all at once with a vengeance! She was reminded because of what Jeff said, and her bladder felt bloated and rock hard. She held her abdomen and it felt like a large rock in her hand, pushing out of her stomach. “Oh...boy,” Sarah moaned. One leg kicked up a little as her knees crossed and foot shook. Then crossed hard all the way up to the crotch. Her legs were crossed as tight as a knot. One of her hands pushed deep into her crotch as a huge pulse pushed out her center and sides. She bit her lip in pain and said, “oh man!” “What?” Her mother asked. “I gotta use the restroom so bad.” Sarah moaned. Her filled bladder was pushed against by her tight jeans that it almost felt like it was cutting in. “Excuse me-“ But as she got up, her moms boyfriend pulled her back down to her seat as the stage lit up. “Oh no. If I gotta suffer through this so do you.” Jeff said. “Wha...what?! Mom?” She looked to her mother for support. “Shh. The plays starting sweetie. Just go during intermission.” Sarah’s has dropped and pupils dilated in disbelief. She had to go so bad. She hadn’t gone for five hours and that was after drinking a lot. Both her hands pushed into her crotch as she squirmed in her seat and her legs crossed again. She squirmed and said, “I haven’t gone for like five hours since lunch. I gotta go Mom please!” Her mom waved her away. “Sarah just hold it. You’ll be fine.” “Yeah,” said Jeff with a grin. “Just don’t think about rain, or waterfalls, or...” and be started making a dripping noise. Then he shook the bottle of water he had. Her mom didn’t notice him torturing her, and she didn’t seem to notice or care how what he did made Sarah’s bladder pulse even harder so bad it hurt. She squirmed in her seat and grinded her teeth as she shut her eyes and turned her head away from Jeff. The water splashing in the bottle made her body want to release even more, her bladder became heavier. “Oh...stop...pl...please.” Sarah begged. “Then shut up and watch this shit.” “Quiet you two,” her mom said. Sarah turned to the play as she sat with her family in the middle of the row. She wouldn’t be able to run past everyone fast enough to escape Jeff’s grasp. She had no choice. Poor, poor Sarah bounced in her seat. Her stomach hurt so bad it ALMOST felt like she needed a number two as well. Almost. This need to pee was insane. As the play started, Sarah was horrified to see a boiling pot on stage as part of the set. “Oh....man...” she moaned while holding herself pushing in hard and bouncing in her seat. This was hell for her...but Alan, the creepy boy who sat at the end of the row and found her attractive was in Heaven. “So hot,” he said shaking his head, feeling his boner grow so hard he actually saw it in his jeans. Sarah on the other hand was holding on for dear life, pushing the ocean that hit with waves of rage against her pee hole to burst out. Her lips quivered as she squealed. Such a quiet nice girl did not deserve this. To make matters worse, Jeff gulped down his water, making huge gulping nosies they had a slight water splash sound in the back. She grunted, “Ah...ah....ah!” In complete agony as her bladder sent off large pulses every few seconds, and any feeling between was extreme discomfort. She brought her knees up to her chest and pulled her legs in, still shaking. As she felt her urge becoming too great to control much longer, feeling warm pee digging from the inside to flow out in force, she panicked! Sarah shook not just from physically agony but of much anxiety making chest clench and breathing become heavy. If she let out even a little pee, people could see it, and the whole town would know here. She couldn’t have an accident! But it was just becoming far too hard to hold in. “We’ll break for a brief intermission,” as the curtains closed the teacher said. “About...t...t-time,” she struggled to say. She slowly got up, legs still tight, but Alan who was in the row stood up and pretended to tie his shoe. Sarah was the only one getting up. She had a tough time getting by rude people who were annoyed with her squirming on by. “Excuse me,” she said and blushed, embarrassed by the whole situation, but a major accident in her pants would be even worse. It took her a couple minutes to get to the end, and that’s where Alan blocked her with his back turned. She shoved her hands deep in her pockets as the intense pressure echoed throughout her being. Her legs together tight and she was about to bounce a little but stopped herself. “Um...excuse me, um,” he was younger than she was, so she didn’t really know how to address him. He turned around. “Oh hey! Sorry about that. Names Alan. Was my fathers name too. Good guy...” Sarah tuned out the rest as sweat formed on her forehead. She wanted to bounce like crazy so bad. Why wouldn’t this guy move? She didn’t want to be rude. But then she saw something else. Alan’s huge boner. He was an adult like her even if she was a little older. Seeing such a big penis erected so hard was hot to her. But the last thing someone with a full bladder needed was her hormones going off as they were. Like any horny woman she started to become moist in her girlhood. Mama needed some sugar in her bowl. “And now on to the final act!” They called from the stage. “What the-“ Sarah said stunned, Jeff pulled her down to her seat after, with such force her bladder was rocked hit hard and she sucked her lips in and hands into her crotch pushing back the powerful fury of Poseidon that wanted to break out of her girlhood. “This...this cant be real!” Because to make matters worse, on stage as they performed, a fountain poured loudly, and Sarah wrapped her arms around herself as she shook uncontrollably feeling like she might literally explode any second. She cried, ALMOST with tears. “Why...why...why is this happening to me!?” The flowing fountain was too much for poor Sarah. How her body so badly wanted and needed to pour like that, and it fought against her to do just that. Sarah was covered in sweat as her anxiety hit extreme heights of panic and the massive bulging pain only worsened. “Will this fucking play end already!?” “My kiss shall awaken thee fair maiden.” Said the actor in stage. “Kid is so gonna choke,” Jeff said laughing. As Jeff shook his water back and forth and the fountain on stage sounded like they were going off louder, Sarah looked up and was horrified to see the sprinklers outside had gone off and were dripping down the window. “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHA!” Sarah yelped in agonizing pain feeling like her bladder was literally about to split in half as her jeans dig into her ready to make her pop. She pushed as far as she could into her crotch, legs crossed and over behind the calf’s where her ankles then crossed. She was about to explode and flood the auditorium when everyone got up clapping. The play was over, and the actors bowed. Alan saw Sarah struggling to stand, and he was not about to miss out on this. He ran out and headed into the halls. “Sarah where are you going?” Her mom asked. “M...m-mom...please. I g-gotta go. I’m sorry. It I have to go so bad, I can’t wait any longer, I’m gonna burst.” Then came tears. Actual tears as she shook. Very emotional. She folded her hands in a prayer. “Please I need to go now. Please...please.” “Alright alright go.” Her mom said. Sarah dodger past everyone and that’s when she stopped as a spurt almost came out. She stopped frozen in terror and pain as she held her legs together. She bent over with her strong sexy ass sticking out from the tight jeans and ran up the stairs holding herself. “Gain way I’m gonna blow!” She made it into the halls..... To be continued
  4. Hey guys! So I finally watched Endgame after it came out, there was some desperation and wetting involved in it. Right after Endgame came out I wanted to get a ticket as soon as I could, but the movies were so jammed with people that I could only watch it on Monday. I planned to watch it right after dinner at about 7.30pm. The film lasted for 3 hours and it will end at 10.30pm. Description phrase: I am very short, about 5’2 and 95 lbs in weight. Long flowing blonde hair. I brought a jacket in my bag, and dressed myself in a bra, white shirt, panties and a pair of micro jeans to look pretty. (I was so stupid to forget how cold the cinema can be) At about 5.45pm I put on my makeup, peed and left the house. Entering the mall at about 6 I immediately went to Mcdonalds and ordered their upsized burger(I can’t remember which one, sorry) a large coke and some fries and began to eat. It was then I noticed my need to pee. It was mild at about 3/10 and I ignored it and finished my food and that large cup of sprite. I was still thirsty and ordered another coke. Big mistake: I should have bought it during the movie. I finished all these at about 6.30pm. There was still an hour before the movie began so I went window shopping, trying out the dresses and skirts they had on sale. Time passes really fast when we do whatever we enjoy, right? In a flash it was already 7.15, and I put down the clothes to make way for the cinema. As usual I wanted to get myself a large drink (another big mistake) and some popcorn. In line I noticed the urge to pee was stronger at about 6/10. This is where I normally would start getting a little squirmy and look for a bathroom. I crossed my legs and squeezed my thighs together in line to help me hold it. Finally it was my turn to order. “Large coke and popcorn please” I said as I fidgeted slightly behind the counter. I checked my time after getting my stuff, it was about 7.25, I still had time for a bathroom break. I shuffled there and relieved myself in preparation for the movie. On hindsight, I realised that at that point of time I had 2 drinks circulating through my system, and another large one was about to come in. My bladder was going to fill up very quickly. I carried my popcorn and drink and sank into my seat, getting ready for the 3 hour long movie. I had just relieved myself so I was relatively confident that I would get through the whole thing without having to leave for the bathroom. I crunched some popcorn and gulped my drink, having nothing to do but watch the boring advertisements roll on. Finally the movie began. To my astonishment I have already gulped down about half my bottle of drink. Nothing too interesting happened to my bladder… UNTIL an hour and a half into the movie. My need for the bathroom was 7/10, I crossed my legs tighter together as I was already sitting crossed legged trying not to squirm, while hugging myself tightly because of the cold. So there I was, a small and weak girl sitting in the middle of a cinema with a rapidly filling bladder and shivering from the cold. I put on my jacket to protect those bare arms. To be honest I was astonished how my need has grown so fast, I then realised the amount of liquid in my system: 3 large drinks in total. If it was any other short movie I would have made it through all fine, but this was a way more interesting and longer one, which prevented me from running to the bathroom. With no choice, I uncrossed my legs and crossed them the other way, pressing my thighs tightly together. About 45 minutes left I was really desperate for the bathroom, my need was at a 8.5/10 and I was REALLY squirming in my seat trying not to leak. I finished my drink by then, and was really starting to regret it. I had a hand firmly between my tightly crossed legs blocking my pee hole trying not to leak, and bouncing my legs up down left right frantically. Then the first leak came: my pee hole opened momentarily only to be closed by my instincts and hands milliseconds later, but that was enough for some amount of pee to gush out of my bladder, dampening my panties. I felt a warm feeling in my crotch area. I assessed the damage using my hands, the wet spot was not showing through on my jeans, but it was definitely wet inside. I continued my little discreet pee pee dance within my seat, trying to delay the leaks and holding my bladder which was begging for release. My need shot up to a 9, occasionally spiking onto 10. With 10 minutes to go I was bouncing like a mad girl trying to hold back the 3 large drinks I foolishly had. I was constantly checking the time to see how close I was to relief, as my need was at a solid 10. Both my hands were buried deep within my crotch grasping at my pee hole trying to stop the leaks, but they kept coming. I was literally dribbling every few seconds. By then the wet spot was already visible on my micro jeans as I felt my crotch cold and wet. My crotch felt really cold but I still had to hold on. I did not know how I got through that 10 minutes without completely losing it in my seat. The lights came back up and I could examine my wet spot more clearly. I blushed in embarrassment as I noticed my butt was wet as well, the front of my jeans were certainly a darker shade of the usual blue. Coming back to my pee dance I grabbed my crotch desperately losing spurts into my panties and some drops even soaking my seat. I planned to run right to the bathroom after the post-credit scene I was looking forward to. As I spurted more and more I watched the credits scroll by, but another 10 minutes passed without a scene. I then noticed there was no end-credit scene and why the person next to me left so early. Carrying my empty drink and popcorn carton I stood up, and my pee hole immediately opened and I lost control for a full 2 seconds. I bent forward with a damp hand in my crotch stopping the flow and feeling a warm stream cascade down my thighs and legs. I took my jacket and hobbled to the bathroom. I really could not hold it anymore. There was no queue to the ladies, because of my stupidity to wait for the non-existent end credit scene. I rushed into the cubicle, a hand in my crotch fighting a losing battle while the other locking the door and hanging my jacket on the door. With the toilet so close to me my need increased ten-fold. Shaking my tightly crossed legs I unbuttoned my jeans, losing another spurt, and tried to unzip it. With me being so close to relief, the vice grip of the jeans was not helping, I had to pee really really badly. I tried to unzip it 3 more times and failed, it just wouldn’t budge and stayed there stubbornly. Finally, my tired floodgates opened, and it happened. Transparent liquid gushed out of my body with a loud hissing sound, through my panties, completely destroying the bottom of my micro jeans, and running down my legs. Warmth spread to my legs, my bladder finally found relief after all that torture, just not in the right place. I gasped and moaned in relief quietly and stood there, enjoying the relief. My pee pooled around my legs and ran into the stall next to mine. I really pity the cleaners but what could I do… I then made my way back home. I tied my jacket behind me to cover my glistening butt but my front had a revealing wet spot and was uncovered. On the way back home some people gave me weird stares but nothing too eventful happened. So that was my story! I probably should not drink too much before movies next time. Thanks for reading, hope you liked it! I would be doing other desperation scenes in the future so please stay tuned for that! Kayla
  5. Hey, it's been a while since I've posted a story. I've been toying around with the concept behind this story for a while, but couldn't figure out how to make it work until a week and a half ago, when the words just really started to flow from my brain onto the keyboard. A week ago I even announced in a status update that I was going to get this story done and posted by the end of today (along with a little preview you might have already read), and for once I finally met my deadline. ===== The City Without a Ladies Room It's hard to focus on work, or much of anything else when you really have to pee. I didn't need to pee, I had used the men's room only an hour ago. But I was still quite distracted because of my co-worker Erin, because I knew she really had to pee quite badly. Erin had come in shortly before 8 AM, sipping on a large Starbuck's coffee. She had finished draining it within an hour and helped herself to several refills with office coffee throughout the day. I know what you're thinking, Erin could just take a quick break to visit the ladies room when she inevitably needed to pee after all that coffee. I would have thought the same thing, until I moved here recently to take this job. I had spent the first day traveling the city shopping for stuff for my apartment. I was always able to find a men's room in department stores, restaurants, and the malls. There were even plenty of urinals out in public places, often without much of any privacy screens, which plenty of men freely used. But throughout the entire day I never saw a single ladies room. I began to realize as the day went by that many of the women I saw looked rather uncomfortable, especially the women working the stores I visited. Many of the women I saw kept shifting their legs around anxiously, a few were even openly holding themselves. It seemed that all the women I saw needed to pee, some of them quite badly by mid-afternoon. I soon realized they had been holding it all day since they had left home. But there was nowhere for the women to go, so they all just held it without complaint as they continued to work or shop, as if this was an ordinary thing. Women in this city were expected to hold it until they got home where they could finally use their own toilet. Back to the present, Erin's love for her Starbuck's coffee was only making the lack of a ladies room even more of a problem for her bladder situation as the day went on. To my surprise Erin was fine throughout the morning despite draining several large cups of coffee. I guess when you can't pee in public and you love your coffee you build up a larger bladder overtime. But by the early afternoon Erin finally began to get fidgety and shift her legs around as she worked at her desk, but that didn't stop her from grabbing yet another coffee soon after coming back from lunch. By 3 PM Erin was openly crossing her legs as we worked together on a project. She clearly needed to pee, probably quite badly by now, yet she was just starting on her 5th cup of coffee by my count. I had been silent on the subject all day, but given how bad her bladder situation appeared to be getting, and how we still had another 2 hours of work left, I had to say something. "Erin, is that coffee really a good idea considering how much you've already had today?" I asked her. "Truthfully, it's probably not Jeff. I've already gotta piss pretty bad when I get home, I haven't gone in 8 hours already" she admitted sheepishly as she took another sip of coffee, all while continuing to squirm around anxiously in her seat. "Then maybe you shouldn't drink the rest of that cup of coffee, otherwise it'll make you need to pee even worse" I suggested sensibly. "I mean what is it, your 5th one today Erin? You must be dying to pee already, and we've still got 2 more hours left until quitting time!". "I know, but I'm addicted Jeff, I've gotta have my coffee. Surely you understand, you've had nearly as much coffee as me Jeff " she pointed out, with an eye on my own coffee cup. "Yes, but I've already had to use the office men's room 3 times today because of drinking all that coffee Erin. You haven't been able to go even once, and you've had more coffee then me already due to that large Starbuck's coffee you picked up on the way to work!" I pointed out. I left it unsaid how badly I had needed to pee before visiting the men’s room each time, I'm sure it's the last thing Erin would have wanted to hear while dealing with such a full bladder. "Oh, don't worry about me Jeff, I can handle a little more coffee" Erin insisted without concern. Her coffee cup was anything but 'little' like she insisted. "I know I said I really had to pee bad when I got home, but I can hold it till then Jeff. This is hardly the first time I've risked having one too many cups of coffee out in public, I'm used to dealing with the consequences of my caffeine addiction Jeff. Now let's get back to work, shall we?". I tried to focus on work with Erin like she asked, but it was extremely difficult to. Erin was already quite the eye candy to look at with her beautiful long dark hair, her slender body, and her warm smile. Not to mention she was about my age, mid-20's. How could I possibly focus on work when a girl like that was sitting next to me bursting for a pee, and squirming around in her seat in the sexiest way? How could I focus on work when I knew that Erin still had to hold on for several more hours, because there were no lady's rooms in the city? How could I focus on work when Erin insisted on continuing to drink more coffee anyway despite her obviously desperate need to pee? Bad as the situation was for Erin, the thought that she might not be able to make it excited me. Let's just say I was very glad that my crotch was hidden from Erin's view at that moment. By 4:30 PM, with 9 and a half hours separating her from her last trip to her toilet at home, and her 5th cup of coffee fully drained, Erin couldn't sit still anymore. She rocked back and forth at the edge of her seat, trying to jam her heel against her pee hole as she tried to focus on her work. A quick look around the office told me that Erin was hardly alone in her struggle. Even the women who had tried to avoid drinking too much throughout the day had built up a large supply of piss in their bladder by now. The women were all clearly eager to rid themselves of their brewing load of boiling piss when they got home, some more then others, as seen by all their uncomfortable squirming. But none of them had drank as much coffee as Erin had, so she probably needed a piss the worst of all. "Ok, maybe that last cup of coffee was a mistake Jeff" Erin finally admitted as she held herself. "I know you're thinking it Jeff, don't deny it" she added. "I was debating telling you 'I told you so', but now I don't have to" I admitted. "I know you really love your coffee Erin, but you had to know you'd be feeling it later like this when you drank so much. Why do you do it to yourself when you know you won't be able to pee for a number of hours?". "Because I refuse to let the availability of a toilet dictate my life Jeff" Erin answered stubbornly as she continued to squirm around anxiously in her seat. “And besides, if I didn’t need to piss bad by now towards the end of my shift, I’d be severely dehydrated Jeff. So, it’s better for me to drink a bunch of coffee like you guys, even if I can’t pee for a long while. My bladder will just have to deal with it and wait till I’m home”. "Have you ever had to find a secluded alley to take a leak because you had too much coffee and waited too long?" I asked curiously. "No! That's gross and illegal Jeff!" she answered with disgust. "And no, I wouldn't consider doing such a disgusting thing even if it were legal, I’d still hold it!" she added, with her legs now tightly crossed. "You guys may be able to drink your coffee and pee whenever you want, but not me, us ladies just have to hold it Jeff". I'm sure the last half hour of work stretched out the slowest for Erin. By now I felt myself needing to pee yet again from my last coffee, and it was quickly becoming more urgent. I knew I should just get up and use the men's room, especially before I left the office. But I didn't want to miss a second of Erin's desperate struggle, so I held it with her without saying anything about my need. When the clock finally hit 5 PM Erin was too busy typing up an email to notice the time, and I selfishly kept silent about it. I wondered how much longer Erin would keep working and delay her trip home for a much-needed piss if I said nothing. Erin was my next-door neighbor at the apartment I had recently moved into, so we both took the same bus to and from work. I knew we didn't need to rush out of the office right away at 5 PM to catch the first bus home, but we couldn't waste too much time before leaving either. It took 10 minutes before Erin finally realized what time it was, I was almost glad when she finally did, as I really needed to pee by that point. "Jeff look at the time! We need get moving, otherwise we'll miss the first bus home" Erin announced anxiously as she moved to shut her computer down. I quickly followed suit. "I'm glad the workday is finally over Jeff. I really want to get home so that I can pee for the first time in 10 hours" she added happily as she fidgeted her legs around. "Now that you mention it, I've definitely got to pee before we leave Erin. I wish the men's room wasn't in the opposite direction of the elevator" I told her. I wasn't trying to purposely delay Erin farther, I was seriously doubting that I could hold it till I got back home if I tried. I was about ready to grab my cock through my pants in desperation. Still, I couldn't help but feel insensitive telling Erin I needed to stop and take piss before we left, knowing that Erin needed to pee much worse and had been holding it for much longer. Erin gave me an annoyed look. "We don't have time for you to run across the building for a piss Jeff, we'll miss the first bus for sure if you do. Just use the public urinals in the lobby area" Erin suggested in a matter-of-fact tone as she beckoned me to follow her to the elevator. She was referring to several urinals by the front door of the office building with practically no privacy except for your turned back. While I didn't have anything against using a urinal with basically no privacy, the thought of using it in front of Erin and the other women who hadn't been allowed to pee all day by the city sounded downright cruel to the girls. "I think it would be better for both of us if I just ran to the men's room and caught up with you at the bus stop" I suggested as we waited for the elevator. Rather than accept my suggestion and leave it at that, Erin refused to drop the subject. "What's wrong with just using the urinals in the lobby area Jeff? You aren't pee shy, are you?" she asked me frankly as she crossed her legs and squirmed around anxiously. Did Erin somehow not mind seeing other guys piss away in the urinals next to her, even when she badly needed relief herself? "No Erin. I just don't want to be the jerk who pees right in front of a bunch of desperate women like you who haven’t been able to pee all day" I explained as we entered the elevator. I thought my answer should have been obvious to Erin already. To my surprise, rather than be grateful, I saw a flash of annoyance on Erin's face. "I figured you must have felt that way when you didn't want to use the urinals Jeff. A lot of the guys who are new to the city feel pee shy like that around the public urinals at first" Erin said sympathetically, as she openly held herself and continued to squirm around anxiously. "Jeff, do you really think me, and the other women haven't seen guys using the public urinals countless times when we already really need to pee?" she asked me gently. "Well... I admit I'm so new to this city that I never thought of that. I guess with how prevalent the public urinals are it's silly to think you haven't" I admitted. Erin nodded in acknowledgement as she crossed her legs. "But that doesn’t mean that it’s not being really unfair to you ladies" I added, to which Erin rolled her eyes. "It's an everyday occurrence Jeff. I won't mind if you pee in the lobby area urinals in front of me, neither will the other office women. We see it all the time Jeff, it's nothing new" she reassured me. "Besides, the urinals are met for you guys to use Jeff. It wouldn't be fair to you for me and the ladies to tell you to just not to use them". Silence stretched between us as I tried to wrap my head around Erin's reassurance and gentle encouragement, all while my bladder continued to bother me. Part of me thought that Erin's attitude on the subject made some sense given how long she'd lived in the city. But the other part of me couldn't get over the fact that a woman who hadn't peed in over 10 hours and had 5 large cups of coffee during that time (enough to make me piss myself twice) was trying to encourage me to pee in a urinal in front of her. I was anxious and still had to piss like a racehorse when we got to the ground floor, but Erin no doubt needed to piss much worse then me. I glanced over at Erin again, she was holding so much boiling piss back that she had a noticeable bladder bulge, which her pants were painfully digging into. Erin continued to fidget around anxiously and subtly grab her crotch as she stepped off the elevator. "Erin, are you sure you want me to pee in the urinals instead of dashing to the men's room?" I asked her. "Yes! Just go pee in the urinal already Jeff! I won't look" she promised impatiently as she shook her legs around. "Just try and hurry it up so that we make the first bus ok. You aren't the only one who really needs to piss Jeff!". In that moment Erin's insistence on me peeing in the urinal suddenly made a lot more sense. She was impatient to get home, and release her heavy load of boiling piss, that had been troubling her bladder for hours now. She was so eager to rid herself of the boiling piss that she was willing to listen to me pee in a urinal right next to her if it got her home to her toilet quicker. I hurried to one of the urinals and began unzipping my pants to take my cock out. Despite her bladder's much greater need then mine, I saw Erin standing just a few feet off to the side rather than waiting for me outside. She waited with politely averted eyes as I began to pee in the urinal practically right next to her. Her legs were already tightly crossed before my noisy piss reached her ears. She began to rock back and forth a bit as she anxiously bit her lower lips upon hearing me start to piss. Erin wasn't the only person around of course. In my peripheral vision I recognized Danielle from HR coming around the corner. She already looked rather uncomfortable after holding it for the entire workday. Her steps were as hurried as possible in high heels, and she had a noticeable bladder bulge stretching her skirt. When she realized I was pissing in one of the urinals I saw her grimace and openly hold herself. But like Erin had promised she said nothing, instead she hobbled her way past me and left through the front door. Part of me couldn't help but be turned on by how Erin & Danielle suffered in silence as I continued to piss away. My cock began to harden, which slowed my piss down considerably. My piss and my partial erection were basically taunting Erin's poor swollen bladder. I felt guilty when I saw a bit of false hope in Erin's eyes that my slowing piss met that I was nearly done, only for the hope to vanish when I managed to resume pissing with full force again. I felt guilty all over again. How could I expect Erin to be fine with waiting patiently for me as I finished my relieving piss, all while she was expected to wait and remain in dire of need of relief for herself? And yet Erin was the one who didn't see a problem with this unfair situation! She had insisted repeatedly that I piss in the urinals in front of her! I wondered again why she didn't just wait right outside for me where she wouldn't have to listen to me piss right next to her. At times like this it disturbed me how much Erin and the other women of the city unquestionably obeyed the city's expectation that they hold it without complaint for however long they're away from home. Erin had been desperate to pee all afternoon, and I hadn't heard one complaint from her about how unfair it was that I got to pee while she had to hold it for much of her day. Any doubt I might have had when Erin denied ever peeing in a secluded alley when her bladder situation became too much for her to handle vanished. If she wanted to do so in secret to rid herself of what must have been a gallon of boiling piss brewing in her bladder by now without me around to witness it she could have easily been doing that right now. When I finally finished my relieving piss after a long minute I flushed. Erin visibly flinched at the sound as she squirmed around and clawed at her crotch anxiously. I hurried to zip my pants back up as I turned to face Erin. "Feel better now Jeff?" she asked with surprising calm despite her desperate fidgeting. "You sounded like you really needed it, I didn't think you'd go on for so long". "Yes, but you could have just waited for me outside Erin" I pointed out. "I could. But I figured it's better to help you get over your pee shyness now rather than later Jeff. You'll thank me later, it'll be a lot more convenient for you to be able to use any of the public urinals" she said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Now let's get moving Jeff, I seriously need to get home so that I can pee, I definitely had way too much coffee today". ===== That's it for now, let me know what you think. I intend to write more in this series. I'm uncertain if I'll stick to focusing on Erin, or focus on other characters to explore how a city without a ladies room effects other people in other occupations.
  6. BurstingStory

    female The New Law

    The clouds slowly faded away, as the looming skyscrapers of the city came into view. Erica could not wait to return home, after spending a whole year studying abroad, away from all of her friends and family. She had just completed her coursework, and now got to return home for the first time in a year. Being a college student, she maintained constant contact with everyone she knew, but it never quite was the same experience as being back in her home country. However, the first thing Erica needed, was to find a bathroom. She absolutely hated airplane bathrooms, and being in the tight cramped quarter made her quite nervous. She drank several bottles of water on the flight, along with a few alcoholic beverages. Since it was an international flight, it had been nearly twelve hours since Erica last went to the bathroom, and now she was becoming quite desperate. Since she would be arriving at the gate, she knew there would be restrooms as soon as she exited, and she could simply stop by before heading off to customs. The sound of the airplane gear dropping could be heard, and Erica tightly gripped the armrest, as the rough jolt of landing made her jump slightly. Erica could feel her bladder being pressed hardly by the tight seat belt, and the rapid deceleration did her no favors in terms of holding her pee in. However, as soon as it started, the landing was over, and the plane began to slowly taxi towards the gate. Erica sighed and relaxed, as she felt the plane slow up, and finally stop. The cabin lights turned off, and the front door of the cabin opened. Passengers immediately began to stand up and reach for their overhead bags, in a rush to get off of the plane as fast as possible. Erica stood up, and picked up her backpack from under her seat. She removed her blond her in front of her face, and tucked it behind her, as she stepped into the aisle, and deplaned. With a quick pep in her step, Erica made her way off of the jet-way, and into the terminal. She was immediately greeted with a cold blast of air conditioning, a far cry from the hot and stuffy airplane. Looking around, Erica found a sign for the restrooms, which was conveniently on the way towards the custom booths. She was almost there, and she could feel her bladder torment her by the second! Erica looked up expectantly at the sign for the women's restrooms, only to find the door shut and a note taped up on the door. She walked closer and began to read the note quietly to herself. "Due to the new law, this bathroom will be inoperable for the near future. We apologize for the inconvenience." The note read, and Erica stared at it quite puzzled. "What new law?" She pondered to herself, as she descended down a staircase towards the customs booth. Luckily, there were many booths open, and the line moved quite swiftly. Erica soon came up to the booth, and handed the officer her passport. The officer was a young man, not much older than Erica, and he looked quite bored at his job. "Excuse me...what is this...new law? There was a sign on a bathroom door that mentioned it...but what is it exactly?" Erica asked, genuinely curious. "Have you not heard? There was a law passed a few months ago...all female public bathrooms are now closed...apparently it's to save money. At least that's what the politicians say." The officer replied nonchalantly, unaware of Erica's plight. "So...are you telling me, that the only place I can use the restroom, is in my own home?" Erica asked, beginning to sweat nervously. "Yes...that is correct. So if you have to go...you're going to have to hold it until you get home."
  7. Isn’t it strange how we are all innately shy about asking to use someone else’s bathroom? I mean we all know they have one, we all need to go regularly yet there seems to be some social taboo about asking to use someone’s smallest room for what is a necessary daily function. On the other hand that creates a few scenarios that lovers of desperation, like us, can enjoy. It also means that I fondly remember each and every time anyone has asked to use my bathroom. Here are a few of those events: My church friend. Elizabeth was a regular at my house. By regular I mean every two or three days. She wasn't working and was lonely and rather much the clingy kind of person who comes a little too often and stays longer than you might prefer. Even so it was still rare for her to ask to use the bathroom and she did live just five minutes walk away so I guess there was never really a need. She was, however, comfortable enough to regularly put the kettle on and help herself to biscuits! One afternoon though I was busy doing housework in my kitchen when I heard the doorbell. I wasn’t expecting anyone and I was sure for once it would not be Elizabeth as she was a single parent of two young kids and school was due out in about 15 minutes. I made my way through the kitchen, through the living room and out to the front door. The set up of that house was rather unusual in that the only bathroom was downstairs and right opposite the front door! As I had been washing floors etc the door was wide open to allow the floor to dry. I opened the door to find Elizabeth standing there with one hand frantic between her legs, jumping up and down, bent over, jiggling about from one foot to the other and generally looking like she had not used a bathroom in so long she was about to flood my front garden and porch! I had never in my life seen her in such a state. Despite it being absolutely obvious what she may be wanting by calling at my door I acted shocked and ignorant as she continued to try and stay calm and tell me what she wanted. She danced frantically about with one hand between her legs, quickly followed by both hands there as she said she had been visiting a friend at hospital then had to get a bus back and she had been on the bus almost half an hour so bursting for the toilet and that she was running late to pick her kids up but she was passing my house and just absolutely, urgently, so desperately HAD to find a bathroom as she needed to pee so so bad it was dribbling down her legs! Of course I stood to the side and watched as she hobbled into the toilet that she had been facing all that time and I just stood there listening as she kicked the door shut and peed for over two minutes! Of course when she came out I offered to run her in my car to get her kids as they were only 5 and 8 and I was concerned about them getting out of school with no-one there for them! She came out so relieved yet so embarrassed looking and from then on she came to visit a little less often. The salesman This was in the same house. It was number 113 and was the very last house in the street. Behind the house was a huge grass area that lead to another housing estate and there were pathways leading in several directions. While it may have been the last house in the street it was a semi-detached house on a corner with a crescent running along perpendicular to the main one we were on. The main road was at the opposite end of the street so any salesmen, postmen, or delivery drivers etc always started at the main road entrance and worked their way into the scheme. After my house you had a dead end so you would have to do an about turn to head out again. I loved the quietness of that end of the scheme and it meant I had the biggest front corner garden with a huge front drive compared to everyone else. Anyway, as I said, anyone targeting the houses for sales or religion or so forth would have been doing so for several hours before they got to my house. One evening I was sitting watching TV in my lounge when I could see two people walking down my drive. It was still just daylight and I was home alone. I was not concerned at all about opening the door back then so when the bell rang I got up and went to open the door. I knew they were salespeople of some sort but I didn’t like to be rude and guessed they had been out for a while by this time of night so at least decided I should hear them out. They had a well rehearsed speech going on between them both and what seemed like a genuine rapport. What I did notice right away though was that one of them, a young man in his twenties with neatly trimmed hair, smart suit trousers, a shirt, tie and company issue waistcoat on, seemed very distracted. He was looking around the back of my house, looking at a tree beside my porch lots and shifting about from foot to foot. I wondered if he perhaps had a rather full bladder but I was soon to find out for definite. The two of them continued on with their well worn sales pitch but this one gent was seemingly struggling more and more. He was stepping on and off my small porch like some sort of rhythmic dance and then pausing to cross his legs then start the up and down the step routine again. He then leaned on my porch and tapped his foot rhythmically up and down, all the time spouting out about double glazing or roofs or whatever he was trying to sell me. Finally after about 15 minutes their pitch came to an end and they asked if I had considered whatever it was blah blah and would I like a quote for this or that. To be honest I was far too transfixed by mr handsome who was making me very horny with his desperation dance on my doorstep and the only thing I wanted to do was delay them to see what might happen next! I am sure the site of my bathroom door opposite with the obvious door sign saying ‘bathroom’ was taunting him even more too. I couldn’t resist saying I HAD been considering those new windows, or whatever and they really were making me think that my current set up was long due a rethink. I never buy from sales people at my door but there was no harm in chatting to them just a little longer now was there? I was so turned on now. My nipples were hard and erect, my pussy lips were swollen and moist and my body was so responsive. The man in front of me was dying for a pee, he was handsome, same age as me approximately and driving me wild. Of course I knew there was only so long they would stay and then they began their closure of taking my details, address and so on. My porch had a small wall to lean on so the bursting boy was trying to write my details down leaning on this tiled area. By now he was really struggling and as he leaned slightly forwards and down he slid one hand in front of his trousers in hope the porch wall would hide him and he was clearly holding himself as he jigged and bounced his legs. His colleague was asking me the relevant questions as desperate salesboy tried holding back his bladder and writing simultaneously. I smiled as his colleague asked if he was ok. A fool could see he was on the verge of peeing himself at a young ladies doorstep while working but the desperate man just moaned back which sent shivers through me. Finally the standing still man asked his utterly desperate friend if there was any questions he had forgotten to ask me to which suddenly the young man turned and faced me, pen and paper abandoned on my tiled porch, both his hands clutching his penis for dear life, bend over and with tears behind his eyes, he looked right into my eyes and asked so politely ‘Could I possibly use your bathroom madam?’ I smiled, looked deep into his eyes and winked at him. ‘Of course, be my guest.’ And I pointed to the door in front. Now to say that man peed would be an understatement indeed! I heard every millilitre come out and the sigh of relief he expressed too. I was almost having an orgasm in my pants! He came out and thanked me and they went on their way. As they walked down my drive I heard bursting boy telling his mate how he had never had to piss like that in his life and that he had started going while writing my details down. I locked the door, drew my living room curtains and masterbated immediately lying on my couch replaying what I had just seen. I never did buy what they were selling but they are welcome back at my door anytime!
  8. Another story about me. This time I was in my twenties. I had several jobs one of which was cleaning the communal areas of flats. This one day I had two four storey blocks in one town and 8 three storey blocks in another town to do. I had to carry the hoover and all the cleaning stuff with me and always had bottles of water as the flats were so hot. As I was hoovering the stairs in the first block of four storey flats I felt the need to pee a bit but as there was nowhere to go I carried on. It was thirsty work carrying the hoover up and down all the stairs to plug and unplug it all the time then back up the stairs to polish the banisters and wipe all the sills down. By the time I had sprayed air freshener at every level on the first block I had drank a bottle and a half of water. I moved next door to the second block and had to do it all again. I was sweating so had to keep stopping to drink more and I could feel my bladder filling more and more. I was dancing a bit with Henry the hoover and jigging about as I cleaned but as I was so hot I still had to drink. Finally I was finished at the first town after an hour and had to head the twenty minute drive to the next town. Once I sat in my car to drive I had to concentrate on driving so the need seemed to settle down. I should have stopped off at a supermarket to pee but where is the fun in that? So I drove on not thinking I had nearly two hours work left and nowhere to pee. The flats in the second town were smaller but had a bigger landing so more hoovering. I was dancing and crossed legged as I hoovered and polished and I hoped there was no cctv watching me. By the time I got to the third block of flats I was so bursting to pee. I actually recall sticking the hoover tube between my legs to help me hold at one point! I tried to clean as quick as I possibly could and had to get into my car to move to the blocks behind the ones I had done. I remember sitting in my car with both hands between my legs thinking I could not possibly hold and clean much longer but I could not drive either! I was so full! Those last four blocks were a sight to see! I pee danced openly as I cleaned and moaned and openly said stuff like ‘god I am gonna piss myself any second’ I often wonder if anyone in the flats could hear me? I longed to open the hoover and sit on Henry and pee inside him!!!! I was leaking and dripping and by the time I finished it was dark and raining again. I sat in my drivers seat and pissed my pants so hard. It was orgasmic! @wettingman
  9. What in the wide world is Eaks? Well, a while back I read @Noface's post on the request thread, asking for fiction about a world with reversed gender roles. 'Eaks' is my take on the prompt - it is a world where women squat outdoors brazenly and men wait till they get home. I don't know if my fantasy is anything like what noface had in mind, but I got the idea there, so credit where credit is due! :) Part-1: The Wait Zoya crossed her legs and checked the map again. Almost an hour out. Damn. She wasn't sure if she could last half that time! Squirming in her seat to find a more comfortable position, she crossed her legs tighter. She gently rubbed over her abdomen, hoping to soothe the ache - but her bladder was hard and overstressed. Nothing except taking a massive piss would soothe it. She wished she could sit on her heel, dig it deep within her crotch, but the tiny seats weren't exactly conducive to pulling your leg up. She had tried it a few minutes ago, and almost leaked for her trouble. She moved her butt around, trying to get the edge of the seat to press against her pee-hole, while minimizing any movement to her bladder.Just then the bus went over a speed bump, forcing her to lean forward and hold her breath. Her panties were still dry, but barely. It had been just one and a half hours since she last peed - but it felt like days since she last knew the joys of an empty bladder! That's what happens when you spend a whole day in a beer festival. Another wave of desperation shook her body, as she she desperately racked her brain for a way out. There were no rest areas in this stretch of the road - that's what you get for traveling on obscure byroads to avoid paying tolls! Dammit, their penny pinching was really catching up to her, she thought, as she squeezed all her muscles to hold back the flood. They really should have paid for a coach with a restroom. She knotted her legs in to pretzels and looked towards the end of the bus, as if a toilet to materialize there. As if the decision to save money by hiring a really old coach might have just been a nightmare. But her throbbing bladder reminded her of the reality - all that piss inside her? It will come out soon. With or without her consent.She could always beg the driver to stop somewhere and pull a squat by the side of the road. I mean it had to be better than wetting herself, no? But a 23 year old woman, the life of parties, the school jock, begging for relief? So utterly humiliated by her own body? No. She has to at least try to hold on. The rattling old bus wasn't helping matters, jerking the ball of piss inside her, pushing against her spinchter. Every minute seemed like an hour, and their college was too far away. But surely someone else must be desperate too, someone who would ask for a stop? Sure, she had drank more than anyone else, but all the girls had been running to the urinals like once every half hour by the end of the fair. Surely she didn't have to wait an hour, she just had to wait for a few minutes till someone else asked for a stop.She looked around the coach - almost everybody seemed fast asleep. Rita, beside her, had her eyes closed too. Fuck. Maybe she had the smallest bladder after all! Making the best of the situation, Zoya pressed her hand directly against her crotch, trying to put some opposing pressure against her tired spinchter. Ah, there, that was better. But an hour was too far.If only the coach had a restroom! But it was only a 3 hour journey! What could possibly go wrong, the cash strapped college students had reasoned. No sense in paying for a coach with a restroom - any old coach would do. But as Zoya massaged her burning pee-hole, she desperately wished they had splurged on that restroom after all.The drive up had been uneventful, everybody singing and dancing and making merry. Someone had brought along a crate of beer, starting the party early. They had drunk and danced their way to the beer festival, gay and unconcerned. The last half hour might have been slightly uncomfortable, and Zoya had made straight for the urinals as soon as the bus stopped. But she hadn't been desperate or anything. Unlike right now. Zoya pressed her fingers into her crotch, hoping the friction will somehow distract from her need. But nothing was helping.They had drank large quantities at each stall - let no one say St. Helena's students didn't know how to party! And once the seal had been broken, Zoya was making a run to the nearest urinal every hour. After drinking gazillions of beer from basically from when they started from college, 9am, to the festival closing at 5pm, her kidneys were definitely on overdrive. And after nearly an hour and half on the bus, the ache from her overstretched organ was killing her. She suppressed a small groan as she leaned back, closing her eyes, giving her bladder room to expand. Surely someone will ask for a stop soon. Before she gets herself.Part-2: The Relief"I need to piss like a race horse! How far out are we?" Rita was up."An hour" Zoya responded, biting her lower lips."Ugh! I don't think I can last that long" - Rita was moving a hand over her abdomen, feeling her bladder. Zoya's own felt hard to the touch, and ached incessantly."I really need to let this load out! How about you?""I could do with some relief" Zoya delivered the understatement of the year in as calm a voice as she could manage as a wave of desperation racked her body. Her toes curled inwards in an effort to hold back the flood. She prayed Rita would ask the driver for a stop right about now. She really really couldn't wait much longer. "I feel like I'll piss myself if I move. Have to pee, have to pee, have to pee" Rita chanted rocking back and forth."We really should have paid for that coach with a restroom, huh?" Zoya tried to joke, even though her voice was strained from the effort of holding on. It helped a bit to know she wasn't the only one bursting after just an hour. If the two of them needed to pee, the rest of their friends probably did too. Someone will ask the driver to stop, and soon. If others were going down to squat, she could join in, without admitting just how badly she had needed to pee. But the thought of relief was making holding on so much more difficult, every second stretching to millenniums as her bladder ached and throbbed, and piss tried to force it's way past her spinchter."Fuck this. I am gonna ask for a stop before my muscles give out." Rita declared, just as a girl got up from the third row and walked to the driver. She had her hands between her legs, thighs close together. She was rocking from foot to foot as she stood talking to the driver. The driver was shaking his head, apparently unwilling to stop."Looks like the driver doesn't want to stop" Zoya declared, panic clearly audible in her voice."Fucking men! Come on, let's go talk to him" Rita pushed Zoya out of her seat. "Oh, get a move on, come on, I am nearly wetting myself".Zoya managed to gather all her strength and stand up straight. As Rita shuffled to the front, holding herself openly like the girl before her, Zoya bit her lips and walked straight, ignoring the pounding presence of her distended bladder. She may be bursting, but she had her pride left! Tiny steps. Deep breaths. Focus on the muscle. She could do this."What about the poor men?" the driver was grumbling as they joined the girl in the cab."Well they are more than welcome to join, aren't they" you could almost hear Rita rolling her eyes. "You better pull over right now, or I am pulling a squat right here on your steps" Rita sounded dead serious. Knowing her, she was too.The driver finally pulled over. There was absolutely no cover anywhere, but a girl's gotta do what she gotta do. The first girl leaped out as soon as the bus stopped. She barely moved two steps to the left, before she was squatting low, pulling her panties off, arranging her skirt to hide everything. Zoya was planning to make it to the back of the bus, away from the eyes of everyone on it, but the hissing sound was her undoing. The girl was moaning in pleasure, enjoying the bliss of relief, and Zoya's muscles gave out at that. As a drop leaked past her clenching muscles, she quickly dropped in to a squat too, letting the river flow out of her aching pussy. The thick stream pooled at the side of the road, glistening in the semi darkness.Women were pouring out of the bus, trying to maintain a respectful distance from each other as they desperately sought a place to empty their aching bladders. A collective moan went around as the girls finally found the relief they had been craving for so long. As Zoya finished up, she wondered how the men were doing. There was absolutely no cover for them to use, so even the most desperate would just have to wait it out inspite of what Rita had told the driver. Well, there was nothing that could be done. This road had very little cover anywhere, and male anatomy being what it was, sneaking a pee without exposing yourself was impossible. They'll just have to wait. She was just glad that she didn't have to. More from Eaks: This story was originally planned as 3 chapters. The first focusing on the female experience (which is this post entirely), the second from men's PoV and the third with double desperation (the best kind ;) ) But I have been writing and rewriting this story forever. I have also been trying to write shorter fictions (I mean uber long buildups are great, but sometimes I just want a quick read you know). So I decided to put this up as a standalone before I nuke the whole thing and start over again. If enough people like this concept, may be the male part, which picks up directly where this one ends, will get finished at least a little bit sooner. 🤷 (A man can hope!)
  10. I myself have written pieces and had others do in story trades where like in cartoons if a character holds their pee too long they burst. But actually burst. As in they explode. Gone. In spongebob an episode had a fish squirming saying he was going to explode and he did. Whole body. No blood or guts. I don't include that gore either. I just like the intensity it adds. but I don't want to be struck with penalties or anything and get banned if it's inappropriate. Can I keep doing stories like that or should I stop?
  11. Hey guys, I'm back! And I know, I know, I never finished my other 2 interactives, but I figured I'd start a new one anyway, because more desp content is always good, even if it's incomplete. So, this idea will be fairly simple: A girl is dropped into a video game world, and must deal with the world around her in ways the other characters don't have to. Mostly, in the fact that there are no toilets. 🙂 You get to control our character completely. Where she goes, what she does, etc. She'll have an inventory, items, clothing slots, etc. All of which will be controlled by you! 🙂 So, first thing's first, we need to make our girl. What is she like? Hair Style/Colour: Anything works here. 😛 I don't mind making it an outlandish, weird colour if that's what is selected. Age: Preferably 18+, please, but anything works here too. Eye Colour: Preferably a bit more common here, please, something like blue, green, brown, hazel, etc. But something like red or purple is fine. Height: This is optional, but might help with fluff text later. Cup/Breast Size: Same as above. Bladder Capacity: Don't have to do an exact number here, just 'tiny', 'small', 'medium', 'large', 'huge' or somewhere in between. 😛 Personality: Her feelings about certain things will come from this. Is she embarrassed about peeing in public? Does she not want to bother anyone? Does she just like to hold it? Is she an exhibitionist, making her want to flash, making holding harder? Up to you! 🙂 Be as detailed or as vague as you like. 😛 I hope you enjoy this, and I hope I enjoy it enough to continue it. 🙂 I might get art done for it, we'll see how/if that works out.
  12. Mbgpeelover

    Desperate to pee poem

    I love poetry and words and wrote this today while desperate myself. Enjoy! Let me go I’m feeling a little uncomfortable My bladder is very full I need to take the kids For a trip to the local pool Will you excuse me please? I could use a visit to the restroom I need to have a tinkle I’m afraid to say that I’ve been caught short I sure could use a winkle Can I go now please? I’ve got the call of nature I badly need a wee Is is ok to spend a penny? I really need to pee Will you show me the ladies please? It’s impossible to sit still now I need the WC Can I use your potty. Is your bathroom free? I have to go bad please? Could I use your facilities? Is there a lavatory here? My bladder really needs emptied Is there a toilet near? It’s pretty urgent please? My body wants to pass urine I need a number one I’ve really got to piddle I’m afraid I need to run Will you let me go please? Is it possible to powder my nose? I have to urinate Can I use your loo at all Before it gets too late? I really need to piss please? I need the little girl’s room I’m squirming can’t you see? It’s getting very desperate I’m bursting for a pee Can I get to go please? I’m going to have an accident I think I’m gonna leak Excuse me while I hold myself I’m sweating as I speak I’m dying to go please? My legs are crossed so tightly I’m bouncing both my knees I’ve clenched my muscles tightly It your toilet vacant please? I don’t want an accident please? The waves are coming stronger I think I’m going to burst I’m going to wet my underpants If I don’t reach the bathroom first I don’t want to piss myself please? Oh no it’s coming out now I can feel my crotch is wet My jeans are gonna be soaking Are you finished showering yet? I’m wetting myself here please? It’s dribbling down my inside leg The dam’s about to break I’m doing my best to hold it in But there’s only so much I can take It’s very very urgent please? Can you hear it whooshing out of me? I’m soaked and warm and wet If only you had let me in But I bet you don’t regret? Can you wash my jeans and knickers please?
  13. Mbgpeelover

    malefemale My first fiction

    Chapter 1: When issues have to be faced “Thank goodness for the internet” Will said to himself as he sat alone in his office as always. It seemed more and more of his life, thank goodness, was able to be completed online. He liked it that way. He was much more than an introvert; he was known as the ‘weird’ guy, the ‘odd one out’ but he was unable to be anyone else. There was shy and then there was Will. Even at 28, almost 29, he had yet to meet a girl let alone date one. He liked them, oh he liked them very much, but he just couldn’t get the words out to tell them and while he had friends on social media he even struggled to message them in case he was seen as stalking them. Instead he thought about them in his head, letting his imagination run riot with all he would love to do. But today even the internet could not save him. Months previously, or maybe it was closer to a year, he had emailed his doctor about a minor issue that he could no longer self treat. He hated having to go see a doctor, or anyone really, but his cough just wasn’t shifting. By the time he had mustered the courage to get out his car, register his attendance on the surgery computer and wait to be called he was sweating and breathing way too fast. His cough could easily be treated but his doctor was way more concerned about his anxiety and social difficulties than his upper respiratory infection. She gave him some calming techniques and general advice but had said she would be referring him to a therapist in the hope he could get treatment. Today was the day he had to leave the confines of his office where he spent 8 hours a day alone, otherwise choosing to work from home. Will ate his lunch in the office, having ordered his groceries online, and never once left the room, even to use the bathroom. He had his own coffee machine and would just hold his bladder until he returned to his apartment where he could pee without anyone knowing. Will had to admit to himself he was afraid of people. Yet here he was bracing himself to have to see a therapist after work. The thought terrified him yet he knew he had to do something. He was lonely. He would never find a woman or get promoted or be able to go out with friends until he had help. He had to do this. He finished his coffee, packing his mug away in his Tupperware box to take home and wash. He went through his daily rituals for leaving work, cleaning his computer with wipes, lining his pens in order in his drawer then putting his coat on, always with the left arm in first. He crossed his legs unconsciously as his bladder reminded him he hadn’t emptied it since 7:15am. He had to admit his anxiety needed addressed as despite working in this company for three years he still had no idea where the gents even was. He just could never ask, though finding them now would really help as for the first time in three years he wasn’t able to rush home to the bathroom as he had a 90 minute appointment with a stranger. Nerves were not helping him either. Nerves always affected his bladder. In the privacy of his office Will gave his penis a little squeeze, and fidgeted a bit. He was used to holding his urine and despite many close calls he always managed to make it home with no more than a small leak in his underwear. Today would be testing his ability to the extreme. Instead of getting home at 6 he would not get home until nearer 8, two and a half hours from now. If only he could have detoured home first but Will knew he would never manage back out again and he would be too late even if he could. He checked the corridor to make sure everyone else was out of sight, picked up his backpack and headed to his car. Even if he did see the gents (though he never had before) he would be too scared to go incase someone else heard him or saw him. Within a minute he had signed out and used his card to open the doors and he was safely in his car. He let out the breath he had been holding since leaving his office as he lived in fear of someone even saying ‘bye’ as he had no idea what he should say back. Before turning on his engine and programming his sat-Nov he placed his hands over his penis again as his bladder once again sent a message for release. ‘If only the internet had a way to let me pee’ he whispered to himself. It helped him do everything else in life from having hot food delivered, groceries delivered, enabled him to stay in the ‘loop’ with family and friends via social media and entertained him via Netflix. If only the internet had a way to help him pee in private when he needed it too. Right now he could so do with that.
  14. Firstly, I'd like to say hello to everyone and apologize I've been so slow at responding to messages. I also know you've all been expecting me to post the next chapter of "A Strange Encounter - The Mistress and Her Unwilling Prisoner" and I have great news about that, as the next chapter is almost finished and will be up soon. However, this post is about something else that happened to me a couple of days ago. It's rather long, so if you don't have time, you should better get back to this when you have a bit more, as it's worth it :D So, I just got back after doing some traveling around Europe and I brought a few gifts for friends. I met one of them two days ago in town to give her the chocolates I brought over. We met in town at around 8 o'clock and went for some pizza. It definitely wasn't a date but I haven't had so much fun and also quality conversation in a long while. Everything normal, until we went to this great pub that has a selection of locally-produced beer. People usually buy it in fours, as they come from bright yellow (regular lager colour), to reddish, brown and full black, and my friend felt compelled to buy me one of those in exchange for her chocolates. That was exactly two lovely litres of liquid. Yum! We stayed there for around 2-3 hours, in which I peed twice. I finished all my beer, which was absolutely great, and we had to leave as the place was closing. I must admit that I have skipped going to the loo before leaving, even though I was already filling up again after my last toilet trip. She joked about the fact that I went twice in the span of half an hour and I decided to not give her any more reasons to make fun of my bladder size, of which I am actually proud. There were no buses at that time, so I walked her back to her place which was a decent 20 minutes away from town centre. After dropping her off and making a huge effort not asking her if I can use her toilet real quick, I turned back towards town centre. (To go home I had to go through town centre once again and head in the opposite direction.) That was good, as I was already feeling my bladder really bad and I was planning to go use the toilet at McDonald's in town before carrying on with my journey. I really wasn't in the mood for a hold and even with my big bladder, two litres of beer is definitely not a joke. I got to McDonald's quite quickly, but as you can probably guess from the title, I didn't get to use the loo there, as the bouncer locked it after someone puked all over it. Great. At 1 o'clock at night everything else is already closed apart of that stupid McDonald's. Even KFC closed at 12... I soon realised there were no other toilets I could use apart of my own, which was 30+ minutes away. But I'm a big boy, I got home nearly losing it in my boxers many times before, so this wasn't really an unusual situation. I decided it might be a good idea to actually take a taxi back home at this point. I was filling up way too quickly and a taxi would've been my best bet to make it home in comfortable time. After losing almost 10 precious minutes trying to stop a taxi, I realised that I just need to start heading home on foot. I really couldn't afford losing more time as my bladder was already aching. It was a huge surprise to me to be that desperate, that quick. I guess it must've been the alcohol in the beers I had, along with the fact that I drank a huge amount of liquid in a short time span. I couldn't sit still and, biting my lip, I decided to start walking as fast as I can. What happened next is right out any of one of those cheesy Bound2Burst movies, because two police officers stopped me in the street. I was quite anxious to be honest, not knowing how long they'll keep me there or what they want. I could honestly picture myself slowly soaking my jeans in front of them as I casually answer all their questions. Fortunately enough, they just asked if I saw anybody running in the opposite direction, as there was a pretty messy fight a few minutes before. I finished with them and carried on with my desperate walk. I was so, so desperate! I was literally bursting. You can't imagine how embarrassing it can be for a guy to get that desperate... My bladder felt like a rock bopping up and down in my lower abdomen and it was really uncomfortable to walk fast. I eventually had to slow down and walk with my right hand in my pocket, secretly but strongly pinching my cock to help with the desperation. There were many people on the streets, as everybody was heading home at that time, so I couldn't really do anything more obvious. The people also made the idea of simply wetting behind a tree or a car impossible. In addition, as some of you might already know, I have a policy for not peeing in the street. I just hold it. For me, it's either a toilet or a pair of jeans. I was getting closer to home when it started to become more obvious that it might be impossible to get back dry though. It's a truly unique feeling, and everybody into omorashi knows it well enough, where the voice in your head just tells you "Jean, you will not make it. You know you will wet yourself soon...". Strangely enough, I felt it like a challenge this time. On another occasion I would've simply let it go in my pants. I love the feeling of a soaked pair of jeans and the incredible desperation I was going through would have definitely led to a very, very big and satisfying wet mess. But no, I decided that I am a big boy and that I can hold it until I get home. I took it as a challenge, but had to undo my belt... I really wanted to prove I can hold it for as long as I want and that I am in charge and decide when my bladder empties its content and when it doesn't. I was close now. Also, there were less people on the street so I made the most of it by getting a good front grip on my crotch. I was incredibly horny at this point and had to deal with a huge and noticeable bulge in my jeans too. A long, desperate and horny walk. When the powerful waves of desperation started hitting I had to walk even slower to not lose it. Moreover, I had to stop every 100 feet, cross my legs and regain my composure for a few moments. A cold sweat was a final warning signal to what will soon follow if I don't get to a toilet in time. Then I spurted. Yes, I SPURTED! The first time in my life that I actually spurt; I usually just explode all at once. It was such a strange, alien feeling to be able to stop the flow after a few drops hit my boxer-briefs. Although I wasn't dry anymore, there still was a chance of getting home with a pair of dry jeans. And I was wearing my favourite pair of shoes, which I definitely didn't want to soak in waves of warm urine. The last 5 minutes of my walk were full of ever increasing spurts which, sliding my hand inside my jeans, I found have left my underwear dripping wet. There was a noticeable wet patch on my blue jeans already, but I could see my house. That was the longest walk ever. With 10 feet to my front door, I could already feel the huge relief and hear the pee splash in the porcelain toilet bowl. Soon! But I lost it. I completely lost it and started peeing full force as I was frantically searching my pockets for the front door key. I just couldn't stop peeing. I couldn't. I was gripping my cock so hard through the wet material of my jeans it hurt, but to no avail. Pee was jetting out of my throbbing cock and I couldn't even slow the stream down. And it was so loud! It was hissing, I could here it as the stream was going through my boxers and was hitting my jeans. It had to be almost two minutes of continuous peeing followed by a lovely hissing sound. I almost finished peeing when I realised I was still standing with my legs double-crossed, still trying to stop the flow. What mess have a I made?! I was standing in a 2 feet - wide puddle. My shoes were full of pee and all squishy. I also apparently came in my boxers in the process. I eventually got in the house and when I got in the bathroom, I emptied all the pee out of my shoes (once again, just like in a cheesy B2B movie :P) and admired myself in the mirror. I wasn't even mad that I didn't make it home in time, dry, or that I have lost my own personal challenge. It didn't matter. The relief was absolutely incredible and this has to be one of my best wettings ever. And the best relief feelings too! It was real, big, messy, unplanned. It was perfect! My white ankle socks were completely soaked and almost transparent and my red boxer-briefs were almost entirely wet, it was actually hard for me to find a dry patch on them. The jeans had a lovely wet pattern on both the front and their back. Something else that I've never done before now is that I actually kept my wet boxers on and slept in them. In the morning, they were nice and dry and I decided to pee in them once again in the shower. This was absolutely incredible! Guys, this is pretty much it and I do hope you enjoyed it. Two lessons are to be learnt from this experience: 1. You cannot walk faster than your bladder can fill up. 2. You can actually piss yourself on your front door step. I thought that is just something dramatic that they like to show in videos, that you wet yourself seconds and feet away from relief, but this experience taught me the exact opposite. Pretty weird way to learn a lesson if you ask me... Once again, I really hope you had a great time reading this and please let me know what you think. Off topic, I have some pictures from a hold I've done some time ago and I'm thinking of sharing them with you. They're just about me being really desperate in a pair of jeans (which remain dry in the photos). Crossing legs, crotch holding, you get the idea. Let me know.! Jean
  15. Mbgpeelover

    female Church Christmas Show

    Church Christmas show I went to a fairly large and popular church when I was in my late teens/early twenties. I was just your average girl, petite, bobbed dark brown hair and hazel eyes and an average figure. The church was held in an old stately castle which had very few toilets. This particular year there was a Christmas show and meal put on. It was a ticketed event to raise money for charity and it was sold out. The evening was starting about 5:30 with a full three course dinner but anyone taking part in the event had to be there from 3 so that everything was organised. I was part of the event so had been there a few hours before people began arriving. I had been assigned a job of taking people to their seats which were all pre reserved. I had been so busy since arriving at 3 that I hadn’t had a moment to use a bathroom and I was drinking shloer (non alcoholic grape juice) and water to keep myself dehydrated as the building was warm with an open fire and a fantastic Christmas ambience due to the warm glow, party atmosphere and Christmas carols playing. I was also nervous as I was going to be speaking some lines in front of over 200 people. As I was busy showing people to their seats I was aware that my bladder was filling up but foolishly put the feeling down to nerves. Anyway there was a constant stream of people arriving and I was way too busy to get a chance to go to the loo anyway. After about half an hour everyone was seated and the event began with a ‘cheers’ and a drink. With 200 people in the room it was noisy but so warm so I raised my glass like everyone else and then drank most of the contents fairly quickly. I wasn’t serving the first course but was on schedule to serve the mains. So my table was served our soup which I ate and loved. By now I was much more aware of my need to use the bathroom and decided I would nip there quickly before serving out the main course. I finished my soup, excused myself to my table saying I was going to help serve the main meal and headed for the one single toilet nearby. I had already been bursting for an hour and really had to go. I opened the first door to find quite a queue as clearly many people had come straight from work or been so busy setting up they hadn’t had a chance to go. I crossed my legs and decided I would serve some meals and keep checking, hoping the queue would die down very soon. The meals were sitting on serving trays nearby and I took some through to the hall. I must have taken in about twelve or so meals when I felt the tingling in my vagina again and knew I really ought to pee! I pushed the door open quickly but alas there was still a queue and so many people waiting for their main course! I gave myself a quick rub and returned to the meals. I served another ten meals (two at a time) before checking again. I really could do with a loo break! Others were serving the meals too and one of the leaders saw me heading to the toilets for the third time and said casually ‘let’s try and get these meals out first can we? There’s so many here and we need them out while warm. It shouldn’t take long.’ Long? I was bursting and we were only half way through serving! But I was shy and hated getting into trouble so I did as requested and just kept shifting about crossing my legs, moving constantly and trying to get it done quickly so I could run to the ladies. We were finally down to the last ten meals, most of which belonged to those who were serving. My bladder was so full I could feel the weight of it with every step. The tingling sensation in my vagina was much more constant now. It was uncomfortable but quite arousing too. I could feel myself becoming turned on as my desperation increased and my glands were secreting moisture. Being damp and open down there was also making my need to urinate stronger so I pushed open the door to the single stall again and visualised myself having a long and relaxing pee. It’s not ideal to visualise a toilet when very desperate because my urethra was close to opening when I suddenly saw a queue of five people standing waiting still! How could so many people possibly be going to the toilet during a meal! Arghhhhh I was too embarrassed by now and as I came out one of the male leaders saw me and wrongly assumed I had got to use the toilet finally so handed me my dinner and said to go and enjoy it. Now I do love a good roast dinner but now I was left with the prospect of eating it bursting for the loo. I returned to my table and sat down immediately crossing my legs tight. I decided the best thing I could do now to save my embarrassment was to eat my meal and then sneak out as soon as socially appropriate and use that toilet I had been dying to use for an hour and a half now! It’s embarrassing to write this but I recall sitting at that table so red faced trying desperately to hide the fact I urgently needed to piss and that holding was driving me crazy with sexual desire! I was noticeably squirming now and struggling to sit still. I would cross my legs one way, shift on my seat, cross them the other way, bounce my knee, sit on my foot, and finally settled for a few minutes by turning my chair slightly and perching right on the corner rocking side to side. The rubbing of the chair was sending shivers through me and driving me wild with erotic thoughts. I had to stop because I was becoming way too turned on in public. All the time I was trying to hide my urgency from everyone under the table whilst trying to eat my meal. More juice was poured out and despite furiously needing a wee wee I sipped at the fluids to wash down my meal. The plates were cleared ready for pudding and I slipped out. I had to get to the loo now. Even if there was a queue I realised I would need to stay and wait as there was no way I could take part in the show with a bladder this full and besides I could not stand or sit still for a second. As soon as I was out of the main hall I grabbed myself. My urethra was pounding so hard. The blood had rushed to my private areas and my lips were swollen with arousal. It was so embarrassing but I knew if I rubbed myself much at all I would orgasm and I could not do that in public. I longed to so badly though not just because my entire body longed to climax but also because I knew it would help me hold back the sheer urgency I had to pee. I ran to the bathroom with one hand wedged between my legs and pushed the door open with my bottom. Oh please be free toilet! Please. I need to release so bad! But alas for the fourth time there was a queue! This time four people, two woman, one in her late forties in a sparkly short sleeved silver top and smart black trousers, the other female in her mid twenties in patterned jeans and a Christmas t-shirt. The two men were a boy in his early twenties, a young professional brought up in a rich home wearing a suit and tie and the other a man in his mid thirties, recently married and dressed in smart trousers and a dress shirt. Knowing they all had to pee, possibly pretty badly, aroused me even more but I also felt the social pressure to not hold myself openly even in a bathroom queue. At first we all remained quiet, every one of us concentrating on holding our own toilet needs in and no-one giving eye contact. First in the queue was the older woman in the sparkly top. She stood at the door crossed legged in silence looking at the floor. Next was the rich boy who was casually leaning against the wall showing no outward signs of needing to piss at all. The older man was, in contrast, more obviously needing and had his hands in his pocket as he bounced on his feet standing, slightly bending his knees as he did so. The girl in the Christmas t-shirt, who I was friends with called Lorraine, was pee dancing a little too, whereas I was losing all modesty by this point and despite my embarrassment I returned my hand to between my legs. I had to. It was either hold myself or wee myself. I was frantic. Four people to pee before me. Oh God, I wasn’t sure if I could seriously hold it that long. The door opened and as an older woman in his late fifties came out the lady in the sparkly top uncrossed her legs and ran in. Three to go. Oh man. I could not stop moving, even for a second. I was jigging about, squirming, holding myself and moaning. I had been bursting for so so long and I was now at a 9/10. I was close to full on wetting! Oh hurry up people. I had a show to take part in and no spare clothes. I was holding myself for dear life! Lorraine was the first to speak just saying how crazy it was to have the show in the castle with just one loo for so many. I said there was probably other toilets on the other floors but I wasn’t sure where. Maybe she suddenly remembered knowing where other ones where or she was just taking a chance but she ran out saying cheers and at that there was just me and the two gents left. Oh I longed to skip the queue and wee. I was utterly desperate to use the toilet. But now there were only men waiting with me I felt I should remove my hand from between my leg. That thought terrified me as the upwards thrust from the pressure of my hand was the only thing keeping my throbbing urethra shut. I shyly apologised unable to so much as look at either man in front of me so I just muttered to myself. ‘So sorry. I’m just so desperate, been holding for hours. So sorry.’ The younger man in the suit was still leaning against the wall staring at the other wall not in the slightest paying attention to my frantic pee dancing and muttered embarrassing apologies. The older man in the smart trousers and shirt who had his hands in his pocket and was still bouncing was more talkative. Watching him was the only thing preventing me from wetting myself as his moves, the thought of his dick throbbing in desperation and his sexy pee bouncing was turning me on beyond belief. He looked at me sympathetically, his gorgeous brown eyes sending shivers right through my entire body. ‘I know how you feel. It’s cool. I have to piss so badly too. I was trying to wait for after dinner but I couldn’t. I was bouncing my knee through my starter and squirming so much during the main course my wife whispered to me to go use the bathroom before it was too late. I wasn’t expecting a queue though.’ Hearing a man talk openly about his need was almost sending me over the edge. My nipples were rock hard, my urethra pounding and my glands secreting so many secretions I could feel my knickers filling with my own juices. I actually longed to use my fingers to touch myself inside my underwear both to keep the flood gates from opening and to bring myself to a needed climax. Thankfully the toilet flushed and we could hear the lady washing her hands and opening the bin to put a hand towel in. As she opened the door the young man in a suit stood up from leaning on the wall and went in. I silently begged him to hurry. I couldn’t wait much longer. There were just two of us waiting now. I think after dinner speeches and clear up was starting and I knew I had to get back soon. But I knew more than anything else in the world I HAD to use a toilet first. I had jeans on myself and at the end of my tether I undid my belt and undid the button and zip. My bladder was so hard and distended and it thanked me by expanding outwards right away. I still had one hand between my leg and I was now crossing my legs, moaning and moving every way I could to hold. I also could not take my eyes off the man who was in front of me who had one leg in front of the other and was bent forward with one hand leaning on the wall and the other in front of his crotch. He looked as desperate as I was and I decided to tell him so. ‘You look so desperate there. I know how you feel.’ He looked at me again, this time with pleading almost crying eyes as he half whispered, half groaned ‘I’m gonna piss myself in a second if he doesn’t hurry up.’ And at that he doubled over using both hands to grab his member tightly. He looked back at me in a very similar state and undid his trouser button and fly pushing one hand immediately inside to hold his penis through his boxers. With his head down and legs tightly crossed he moaned that he had leaked a little. He hobbled over to the door and knocked shouting ‘can you hurry up. I actually can’t wait any longer now. Please.’ Oh my word his actions and being able to see his cotton boxers and hear him pleading almost sent me over the edge to climax. I half laughed but blushing so badly I said ‘you need to hurry too please. I am really desperate to wee too’ ‘No worries there’ he said still holding himself tightly. ‘This piss ain’t gonna delay for anyone’. He turned and looked at me his face beetroot with embarrassment as I could see his half erect penis form through his tight grip and a wet patch on his dark blue boxers. Just then the door opened and without any thought that I could see everything he used his other hand to pull down the top of his boxers for a second revealing his beautiful penis as he quickly grabbed it again with his thumb over the top as urine tried to escape. He hobbled to the toilet as the door slowly closed on itself I could see his piss dripping onto the toilet floor and then pour out at force as he aimed it at the toilet. He hadn’t managed to lock the door behind himself but seeing and hearing him as he went in was sending electric waves right though me. I now HAD to climax every bit as badly as I had to pee...and that was immensely urgently! I slipped a hand inside my pants unable to hide the squelching noise it made as my fingers touched my open and sopping vagina. I stroked myself right there outside a public toilet at a big church function as urine leaked slowly out of my urethra mixed with huge stringy mucus from my glands making my underwear and hands covered. I quickly plugged myself with two fingers and crossed my legs tight. I pushed the door to the toilet ajar and watched as the piss poured out the man like it longed to do from me. Anyone could walk into the door at any minute and I was so close to having an orgasm! I know I shouldn’t have but I decided the only way I could cope was to step into the bathroom and let the door silently close over. The man was oblivious as I stood at the wall behind him, pulled my jeans down slightly, leaned back against the wall and used my fingers to bring myself to climax as he unleashed his massive longed for and huge piss stream into the toilet at last. He was caught up in his own orgasmic release, his eyes closed, head back as he moaned in relief as I moaned in relief simultaneously for another reason. As he finished I was just shaking from my ‘moment’ when he flushed and turned and saw me. I was mortified and terrified and with my head down I hurriedly tried to pull my jeans back up. Now I had orgasmed though I was about to piss myself. ‘Sorry’ I muttered breathlessly. ‘I couldn’t wait any longer’ And at that I literally ran for dear life to the toilet pushing my jeans and underwear down just as the waterfall finally released. The man washed his hands and dried them while my violent, urgent, and very loud pee splashed against the pan and water beneath like my very life depended on it. ‘Sorry’ I muttered again as I moaned in relief. My pee was in no hurry to end but the man was so polite in waiting to open the unlocked door as by now he had washed and dried his hands and was ready to leave. He waited until I had finished and washed my own hands before he opened the door and we both returned to the Hall relieved and so much calmer. ‘It’s meant to be a great show tonight’ he said casually as we walked back. I could only smile at him. I felt as if I had already had the greatest show that night and so had he. I have never done anything like that since and don’t plan on doing it again. That is unless anyone wants me to...
  16. It’s been such a busy day with so many phone calls, emails and other stuff that I just haven’t even had a minute to pee! I’ve had three mugs of tea so far and now I am typing this bursting for release. I can feel my bladder hard, my legs fidgeting about and my vagina tingling for attention. My to do list still has a few things left so I will try get those done first before I go. This is me right now.
  17. FullBladder85

    female Groundhog's Day for Kate

    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.
  18. Bees

    An Extreme Hold!

    Hey, I'm back! ? As you may know, I ran out of ideas with my last story, but if this goes like I think I will, then this one won't end as abruptly, and I can keep it going for a while. ^_^ My basic idea for this one is, a girl who enjoys holding it wakes up one day and decides to hold for a long period of time. You guys get to choose the girl, how long she holds for (or tries to), what she does, who she meets, and where she goes. (When she finally loses it, I will keep it going with later stories of the girl and her friends. c:) First of all, we'll have to pick the girl. What is her age? I'm thinking anywhere from 15-25, but any age is fine. Her hair colour? Any colour is fine, really. ? Her bust size? Doesn't have to be exact, either, 'big' and 'small' work just as well. Her holding capacity? Her name? And finally, is she just a human? Or should we mix this up and make her a neko? (And depending on the girl in question, I might be able to make a picture of her in the program I use called Kisekae 2. :P)
  19. Despholder

    Pee explosion

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    After holding it back for many many hours and releasing a jet for 5 seconds one hour ago when the leaks became very intense, I burst a big jet of pee as I get an intense feeling of joy and relaxation go trough my body Warning: nudity

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  20. HazyMagnum

    malefemale My Desperation Journal

    Hi! So I've seen a few others make these and thought I'd try my hand at making one of my own! I haven't used the bathroom for a while now, and I'm just starting to feel the need to pee kicking in! I'll try my best to keep everyone updated as the night goes on, but feel free to give me some challeneges to make it harder on myself! I'll post a video of me finally using the toilet once I can't take it anymore. Cheers!
  21. Despholder

    My desperation diary

    After spending the last two days constantly holding it and bursting and posted a lot on the Bulge Diary thread, after the amazing experience of today (day 3), I have decided to start my own thread. I have woken up at around 10am. Last time I peed was also out of pure desperation 6 hours before that, before falling asleep.You can find out more about that here I felt like I needed to pee, but I justed walked past the bathroom and headed directly into the kitchen to get my coffee brewing. I've made myself a big cup of coffee which I filled to the top with milk. I have drank it in about 10 minutes, whilst walking round the house to get ready to leave. I finished my coffee and started drinking from a 0.75L revitalizing drink which I have quickly drank (another 10 minutes) until I finished preparing myself to head off for the day. I had another one full for me to take with me. So far I am at 7 hours since my last pee (no morning pee) and already 750 + 400 coffee, over a L drank + whatever there was already in my bladder. I had to drive about 4 hours to the airport to pick someone up in Budapest and back. As I had to leave the country and be in Roaming so I didn't even have mobile data available, many hours to drive there and also some margin of time ahead just in case anything happens all by myself, I purposely skipped the morning pee and started drinking loads, as a bulging bladder defienetely would make the time way more enjoyable and less booring. With that I mind, I have decided to put on the tightest slim-fit jeans I had. They are so tight and hard to move in that I haven't ever wore them, but they were perfect for making things even more interesting :-) I had to struggle to put the on and close the button, even without a bulging bladder. They really limited my movement a lot and felt very tight and squeezing all the way from my feet to my bladder. The small size made them have the button area happily right on my lower bladder area, puting a huge extra pressure. Planning to go extreme and also willing to assume the risk of anything that can happen, I have made a small bag to carry with me, 2 big towels, spare pants, underwear and T-shirt and just put that on the passanger seat along with liquids of course. Need to keep myself hydrated and have plentyful to make sure I have no reason to stop and leave the car, just enjoy the experience whilst driving. I have also put a purse round my waist and made sure to make if heavy so it would be pushing against my bladder. Took me about 40 minutes to cross the town and get to the highway. From there I was looking at a 3 hour drive. He was landing in 5 hours time, so I had plenty of time ahead of me. At this moment I was 7hrs+ since last burst and had already been drinking 1L+ before leaving the house. I decide to open up the second bottle of revitalising drink (0.75L) and start drinking from it. Drank that and one Hell Energy drink within the next 40 minutes putting the duration at 8 hours and the luqids at 1L+(from before) + 0.75L second revitalising drink + 250ml of energy drink OVER 2 litters. At that moment I started feeling pretty uncomfortable and started feeling the presure, but kept on driving like normal. It was a great sunny day, would have sworen it is a hot summer day if the thermometer in my car would not have shown 11°C :)) Had about 30 minutes left until the boarder and was already starting to feel squirmy as my bladder got more and more bulged and harder. Had to take off the purse as it was becoming too hard to hold. You can see me frantically moving my legs already 20171026_121729.mp4 ??? The safety belt itself and the very tight pants made it already squirmy enough :-) I have reached the border where of course there was a big line that took 20 minutes to clear as the cops were checking id, which were very intense and hard, given the fact that I needed to control myself alot to look normal and not shake frantically next to the cops :-) After sucesfully passing trough and making it trough this though milestone, I decided to celebrate by openning another can of energy drink :-) Of course it did not take me long to finish that one also, putting myself at 9.5 hours and 2.5L of drinks. I was getting really squirmy and felt the urges slowly starting to come, starting to feel the strugle of stopping myself from leaking. My bladder was rock solid screaming for pee, and I was still punishing it with my tight pants and seatbelt. Got to the point when I had to hold myself when an urge hit so I did not leak. The bulge is very visible right now and the pressure becomes almost impossible to control. 20171026_115850.mp4 After skipping the first two parking spaces on the highway for the reason there were only toilets (which I was not needing) and no gas stations or stores where I could have bought more liquids, I pull up in the third one, a Shell gas station. Manage to find a spot where it was not that crowded so I could try to control myself down and be able to walk normally and keep on holding at the same time. I get out of the car and start walking the maybe 20 meters to the entry. I tried to act as cool and casual as I could but I am sure it did not quite work out. I was thinking in the mean time to go in quickly, grab a bottle of water, pay and head straight back to the car. After getting in the gas station, I have noticed a big line at the cash register. I started to feel like the pee was already there at the edge, ready to spurt out. The very tight pants constantly pressing my bladder with every step did their job right - lol :) I realised that the situation was so desperate that there was no way for me to walk back to the car, even without shopping without starting to pee in the process, so I head straight to the bathroom. There was only one bathroom and of course it was occupied. This was the first time in my life I was literally fighting not to wet myself in a public place. I've been squriming and fidgeting like crazy as I waited a few good minutes until the bathroom got free. A few seconds before the dor oppened I have felt a so intense urge that despite my best efforts I released a few drops in my underwear, but which I managed to cut off without making it visible on my jeans. I go straight in, lock the door and struggeled a lot to hold it in for a few more seconds so I can take a shot of my huge bladder and also record it. I quickly pulled down my pants and released a huge flow which took more than a minute. It felt amazingly good as I could feel all that pressure slowly fadding away. Here is the video of that After being done, I got out of the bathroom straight to the fridge, grabbed a 1.75L cola bottle and headed straght to the cashier to buy a large coffe to-go as well and pay. My pants were dry, but I could feel the wet spot on my panties as I was walking and it really turned me on :-) I get those and walk back to the car. Before leaving I take out the towels and place them on my seat, challanging me not to leave the car until I arrive at the airport NO MATTER what. There were 3 hours left until the scheduled landing and I knew things could get very unpredictable given on how much I have drank and been planning to drink on. I want to make sure I am safe and I can't give myself an excuse to leave the car. I kept on driving. Drank the ~300ml latte in about 10 minutes and than oppened the cola bottle. Been taking a mouthfull of it every few minutes :-) At this point I've got informed that the flight took of with more than 1 hour of delay, which made me even happier as I had more time alone to enjoy my Omorashi :-) Within the next hour I drank more than 2/3 of the Cola bottle which added 1L+ extra to the challenge, I still had plenty of fluid from earlyer as well still in me that starting rushing trough my bladder after the burst that I had before. I started to feel squirmy and a very hard and bulged bladder not long after that, which I decided to torture till the extreme because of the pee that it forced out of my body earlier. You can see a video of that here It does not take long for the pressure urges to hit forcing me to hold myself more and more often while frantically shaking my legs. I get tremors even now as I am rememorating the feeling. The situation got very real when I started to feel like the urges are getting more and more frequent and harder to control and I had nowhere to pull over, but had to drive with the traffic. I must admit it was one of my greatest bursting experiences so far. Was trying to hold back every leak, it was a really slow and painfull soaking. Loved it and felt soooo relieved afterwards. The feeling of the warm pee I was sitting was amazing as it was slowly flowing everywhere. I will not say anything more, but will let this amazing 18 minutes video speak for itself. THIS IS THE VIDEO and THE EXPERIENCE I am the PROUDEST OF:) I have continued driving like nothing happened. Great feeling :) After staying in them and on the towels, without leaving the car for about, 1 hour, I pulled over and changed whilst dispozing the soaked clothes and towels in the trunk because I had to get to the airport to pick him up. Everything was soaking wet except for the seat, which I was a bit surprised of, but that means I've found my trustworthy towels. Even having the seat wet would not have bothered me to much as it is leather, easy to clean. The most extreme and amazing experience I had ever. After this I stopped my maniac drinking, as I knew for sure I will be desperate pretty soon again no matter what due to all the previouws drinks and I had to pick him up, so any holds from this point on will need to be secret and more discrete. I pick him up and we start our journey back. After about 40km we pull over at a restaurant to eat a Goulas. Of course a meal with lots of liquid :-) I was quite desperate as we got there and really struggeled to go trough my meal and also keep a strong composure, hiding my Omo Joy. Before leaving I go to the bathroom, at point at which I was already struggling not to leak. Here is my bladder Was with my pants unbutonned struggling to hold on for more and more seconds until I exploded yet again with a big steam. Here you can see that That pee had taken place 7 hours ago. Since that time I've gotten back home, drank some wine and started writing this article. I have not peed since and I'm more and more desperate as I finish writing this article. Sorry for any typos, took me 3 hours to write and upload everything using my phone and a bladder that is becoming more and more desperate. I also don't consider myself as being a writer, but please give me some feedback for this insanely amazing day. Happy hodling :-) cheers 20171026_154516.mp4
  22. Mbgpeelover

    Halls of residence holding

    Hope I am not over posting! Every bit of this is a true event. During my first year at university I paid to live in the halls of residence. It was a cheaply built prefabricated two story building with small individual rooms which contained a bed, a desk, a wardrobe, a set of drawers, a shelf, bedside cabinet and a sink. Each floor had a corridor with twelve bedrooms which were all for the same sex students and at the end of each corridor was a set of toilets (four cubicles) and a set of four showers. Downstairs there was a communal area for sitting with a TV and along at the other side of the building was a large dining room. I was on the first floor and two thirds of the way along the corridor. I was 18 and very shy. I wasn’t terribly social and didn’t drink at that time for medical reasons. The most important thing was I hated anyone knowing I was going to the toilet. I found it so embarrassing and felt everyone would be looking at me. I was also terrified of anyone hearing me pee so struggled to go if anyone else was in another cubicle. I studied hard and having a sink meant I could make myself endless cups of tea with my kettle. I also drank water to help me concentrate. I would regularly find myself studying or writing up an assignment on my laptop sitting at my desk and need to visit the bathroom. The problem was if anyone was chatting in the corridor or people were mingling about, as was common, I was far too embarrassed to leave my room and have others see that I was going to the toilet. So I would just hold on until I could not hear anyone and then slip out as quick as I could. Usually by the time I managed this I was very desperate to go. I particularly remember one night when it must have been close to the end of term. We had some exams coming up but most of our assignments had already been handed in and the other students were starting to ‘wind down’. This meant they were in and out of each other’s bedrooms, chatting in corridors and generally being very social. This meant I really struggled to go to the toilet. I recall sitting at my desk after dinner and drinking water and tea and nibbling on some crisps while I tried to study for my exams. It wasn’t long at all before I began needing the toilet but there was a lot of chatting outside so I ignored my desire and crossed my legs. I kept studying not thinking much about it as holding on was normal for me anyway but it wasn’t long before I was reminded of my need to go, coupled with the fact I had been drinking more because the crisps were salty. I bounced my knee up and down and whispered to myself that I needed a wee. I talk to myself about my need a lot when bursting. Time went on and still I could hear chatting. I was finding it rather distracting so put some earphones in and tried to study. My bladder continued to remind me of my desire for release and by now I was intermittently crossing my legs tight and bouncing my knee or alternatively scissoring my legs in and out trying to hold my bursting bladder in. In the privacy of my own room I eventually found myself holding myself with one hand while I typed notes with the other and sitting right on the edge of my seat. I removed the headphones in the hope the place was quiet as I so had to pee and had been holding at least an hour whilst still drinking. My bladder was aching now too. I could not hear anyone so headed towards the door whispering to myself how bursting I was and pleading everyone to be away so I could run to the loos. It seemed quiet as I pee danced at my door so I slowly pulled the handle down and peeked out. As I glanced down the corridor with my hand between my legs but hidden by my door I was horrified to see two students had wedged their doors open and they were studying and chatting to each other freely. I would have to pass them both to get to the bathroom and that would mean they would know I had to pee. I was so embarrassed I closed my door and silently swore. Why could I not just walk to the toilets? I knew everyone peed but somehow the thought they would know where I was going coupled by the gross idea they might hear me pee terrified me and crippled me into staying in my room absolutely dying for a pee. I stood there and pee danced for a few minutes until my need died down to a manageable level. I often find my need comes in waves. I wasn’t really able to study now so I shut down my laptop and went over to look out my window. It faces the main entrance of the university and I stood there with my legs crossed and my hands drumming against my thighs as I tried to work out what to do. Other than the mug and my kettle I had nothing else I could see in my room that I could pee into as I could not work out how to aim into the sink as I wasn’t tall enough. I stood there wishing I was a man and able to aim into that sink. Oh did I need to urinate so bad. I tried sitting on the seat and rocking with one hand pushing against my vagina as it throbbed so bad for release whist my other hand pressed firmly on my table as my whole body tensed to try and keep my bladder from bursting. That worked for a very short time but I really HAD to go. Tears were forming in my eyes and my forehead was sweating. I was wearing leggings and a top so there was no buttons I could release to help my bladder expand and even my leggings felt tight at my waist now. I moved onto the bed where I writhed in utter longing to pee. I rolled about with a hand between my legs and stroked myself. Whilst I found the whole feeling a huge turn on I was concerned I would wet everywhere any minute. I tried kneeling with my foot under me and bouncing but that only helped for a minute too. I pulled my pillow over and sat on that pulling it between my legs as tight as I could as I rocked back and forth rhythmically. That helped a bit more but only because it was really turning me on a lot and I could feel my knickers getting damp. I panicked a little at this so slipped my hand inside my leggings and knickers to check if I had leaked but what I discovered was actually tons and tons of long stringy clear mucus that was causing my vagina to open, swell and gyrate. I pulled my hand out with my fingers soaked with my own juices as I continued to gyrate against the pillow with a orgasmic combination of being so horny mixed with an absolutely urgent desperate need to piss a never ending waterfall. I was whispering, almost panting, ‘gotta pee so bad, gotta orgasm so bad’ over and over as my whole body sweat and shook. I HAD to climax now so I quickly returned my hand inside my underwear and inserted two fingers easily inside myself as I pushed against my hand and fingers up and down as my head tipped back and rested against the wall behind me. It took very little time before I shook as I climaxed beautifully in the privacy of my bedroom as I held urgently onto my full bladder. It took a minute or two to recover and now my mouth felt so dry, I was sweating and my hand was literally covered with running mucus from my pussy. I got up, finished my glass of water from earlier and ran the tap to wash my hands. It was only then I realised I still needed the loo very very badly. Very badly indeed actually. I dried my hands, took a deep breath and walked down the corridor as quick as I could right past the two open doors and finally made it to the bathroom just in time for a huge torrent of pee to rush out of me. I only just managed to get my leggings down though so my knickers were totally drenched. Totally drenched indeed. I took them off including my leggings and wrung them over the toilet as I was still sitting on it, now naked from the waist down, then put some toilet paper on the crotch of my leggings to stop the wet pants showing through before putting my soaked knickers and toilet paper stuffed leggings back on. After washing and drying my hands I casually walked back to my room where I changed into fresh knickers and my pyjamas ready for bed. That was a very very close call that had a very unexpected twist.
  23. Mbgpeelover

    Seeing John desperate

    As part of the university course I was on we had to go on regular placements. The students who lived in the halls of residence were often placed in far away towns and taken to bed and breakfasts for a week. This was one such time. There were around 30 of us on the hour and a half journey and the journey on the Sunday was very uneventful. Our placements were spread around quite an area with various students dropped in little towns along the countryside. I was around half way through the drop off with John being one of the last dropped off. Placement week was always busy and we were all looking forward to hearing how everyone had got on on the Friday evening. The placement finished at around 3pm and the first students, John and another girl, were first picked up around 6pm. John had had an outstanding critique and he had consumed a few beers to celebrate as well as having a coffee with his main meal. Friday evening traffic meant it was almost 6:45 before the last students were picked up and the coach then had a 90 minute journey back to the university. It was an old coach with no bathroom and not even any seatbelts! John was sat in a double seat to himself and I was across the aisle from him with another student beside me. We were all tired and lots of the students either fell asleep or wore headphones and listened to music. It was dark outside so nothing to see out the windows anyway. Roughly half an hour into the journey and John asked me the time. I say half an hour into the journey though for John it was more like an hour as he had been picked up first. Anyway, the first I noticed was his body facing more into the aisle and his leg bouncing a little. He looked up towards the driver as I told him the time. ‘Oh,I was hoping it was much later’ he replied before crossing his ankles. We made light chit chat about our placements and our grades but he seemed a little fidgety and distracted. He mentioned he’d has a few beers and ‘a coffee and might need a piss soon’ though I was thinking he looked liked he already did. The conversation came to a natural pause after I gave an embarrassed laugh at his comment but he smiled at me then looked back down to the driver. He moved over to the window seat and crossed his legs at the knees. I didn’t want to make it obvious but I could not take my eyes off him. He was dressed in a suit and tie, in his early twenties, had wavy brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes. He was well out of my league but I liked him as a friend. Maybe ten to fifteen minutes later he shifted back towards the aisle again with one leg in the aisle tapping his foot on the metal walk way. His black smart shoes making the tap tap noise much more obvious. He whispered over to me, ‘do you think the driver would stop if I asked him nicely. I need a piss.’ I shrugged my shoulders and whispered back ‘you can only ask I guess’ I checked my watch to see we still had at least 45 minutes to go. John walked down and spoke to the driver and returned to sit on his seat and resumed the leg bouncing. ‘So?’ I asked. ‘He reckons I should wait.’ ‘Can you?’ This time John shrugged though I could tell he was very disappointed and unimpressed at the situation. He wriggled a bit, leaning forward with his head resting on the seat in front. ‘I need a piss’ he murmured to no-one in particular. He fluctuated between the window seat with his legs crossed looking out the window, to the aisle seat with his legs bouncing until suddenly I saw him in the window seat holding himself with one hand and his bottom raised above the seat. He bounced his bottom back onto the seat squirming as he did so. There was half an hour minimum still to go to our destination but he looked really bursting now. Again he walked down the aisle to the driver, presumably begging him to stop again. Again the second time he returned to his seat swinging his legs as he sat down with a hand resting on his crotch area. What had started as whispers between us was now general knowledge as one student after the other started asking John if he was ok. ‘I’m just fucking bursting for a piss that’s what wrong and the stupid driver won’t stop! Ok!’ He said rather loudly and much more angry than I could ever recall seeing him. Others tried to console him with the usual platitudes of ‘not long now mate’, ‘you’ll be fine’, ‘try not to think about it’ etc, none of which was helping poor John. He really was openly struggling now. He could hardly sit still. He was rubbing his crotch then gripping himself, then bouncing about, then tapping his knees with his hands. Avoiding eye contact with anyone, his head leaning on the headrest in front of him, he rocked and rubbed his trousers and swung his legs repeating to himself ‘need to fucking piss’ over and over. I was in such a quandary. The entire situation was making my own pussy throb with a very different need to John’s, my nipples were brick hard and tender and I wanted to rock in time with John but yet at the same time I really didn’t want him embarrassed or having an accident in front of all his peers. Partly to calm my own beating heart that was going ninety to the dozen with desire and party to try and keep my friend from utter humiliation, I swallowed hard and overcame my own shyness and walked up the aisle to speak to the driver. ‘Sorry to bother you. It’s just my friend really can’t wait any longer and I don’t want your seats being damaged with urine. Please could you stop somewhere, when it’s safe of course, and let him get release? It really is an emergency I’m afraid.’ I glanced back at John who had loosened his belt and undone the clip on his suit trousers and was rocking and holding himself for dear life. Despite me trying to be discreet John shouted from the middle of the coach ‘Mate I need a fucking piss. Please stop. I’m about to piss myself!’ I almost climaxed right there so much so I had to steady myself and sit down on the nearest seat as the driver started to slow down and pull into the side of the road. As we slowed to a stop John stood up with a hand now inside his trousers holding his penis through his boxers as he hobbled down the aisle and descended the few steps to the fresh air. It was pitch black outside but the headlights of the coach meant I could just about make out John’s shadow as he hobbled to some bushes and stood pissing for what seemed like hours. I stayed at the front of the coach and stood to thank the driver. The driver sighed and said ‘we really did have just ten minutes to go too’ but I smiled and said ‘I don’t think he could have held two more minutes let alone ten do you?’ As we both looked in the wing mirror at the male shadow standing at the bushed with his trousers barely above his knees! John was still pissing! Finally he headed back to the coach and the driver opened the doors to let him in just as a number of cheeky students clapped for him. I have never seen John so embarrassed! As John returned to his seat I followed behind as the driver pulled back onto the road for the last ten minutes. John returned to the aisle seat, relaxed, relieved and happy. As I sat down he took my hand and held it, looking right at me and whispered a sexy ‘thank you’ as he leaned in towards me and kissed my cheek. He had no idea the shivers that sent right through my body and the desires it stirred in my private areas. I was delighted he made it on time but I needed back to the privacy of my room to orgasm soon. We never became an item but remained good friends throughout our years at university. Unfortunately I never got to see him bursting as bad as that day but my memory replays the magic often.
  24. Burstin

    Trapped and bursting

    I thought I’d just take 5 minutes to jot down possibly the most cliché thing that has ever happened to me… On Thursday I headed to work holding an all-night full bladder which was absolutely bursting when I woke. Showering was difficult but somehow I managed to hold on, and the drive to work was insufferable, I vowed that I would pee as soon as I got into work but there was so much to do that I got distracted and although I was aware that my bladder was about to explode I managed to hold it through the morning. I was upstairs in the stockroom at around 1pm when the urgency hit me with such force that I had to cross my legs tightly, I was mid stock take and fortunately alone so I held myself and pee danced while I completed the last page. As I was about to leave and head to the loo one of my team leaders came upstairs to ask me some questions, I needed a wee so badly that I could barely concentrate on a word she was saying and I had to squeeze everything so tightly that I thought I would rupture something. I stood there trying desperately not to wet myself whilst also trying to wrap up the conversation quickly so that I could dash to the loo. My legs were crossed and I daren’t move for fear of a flood, it hurt so much that I really couldn’t think of anything other than how desperately I needed the loo. I think my team leader was mid-sentence when I blurted out “I’m sorry, I’m desperate for the loo, I’ve got to go”, I headed towards the stairs but knew I wouldn’t make it so quickly jumped in the goods lift and dragged the doors closed behind me… I pressed the button and held myself as a small squirt of pee escaped. The lift had barely started to move when it jumped to a halt, this caused another slightly larger squirt. I was so desperate I knew I couldn’t hold it for much longer and cursed myself for not making time to relieve myself earlier! I stabbed at the buttons with my finger but nothing happened, I pee danced furiously, my judgement was clouded by my desperation and I spent a good 5 minutes just standing there trying not to wet myself before remembering that I needed to inform somebody that I was there. I pressed the alarm button firmly whilst crossing my legs tighter and pressing my free hand into my crotch, after what seemed like an eternity my team leader came to the door and shouted down that she would get help. I hoped she would hurry as I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be able to hold back the flood, I was already dreading wetting myself and being forced to do the walk of shame in front of my rescuers! My only saving grace was that because it was a goods lift there were no cameras inside it so I was free to hold myself and pee dance as much as I needed. I paced back and forth slowly in the small space, trying not to jolt my bladder too much but taking advantage of the fact that moving legs seemed to help. I managed to hold it pretty well like this for around 15 minutes, carefully and slowly pacing with every ounce of concentration trying to relax and not panic. After that though it suddenly became so painful that I could hardly walk, I was so utterly desperate for a wee I contemplated squatting in a corner and letting go, however with the industrial metal floor there was nothing so soak it up and I would have to face my rescuers knowing that the puddle on the floor came from my bladder… Far too embarrassing! I knew I had no choice but to try my hardest to hold it and hope that I wouldn’t be stuck for too long. My manager had been along and reassured me that an engineer was on his way but that it could be up to 4 hours, I knew there was absolutely no way on earth I could hold it for anywhere near that long so hoped he would be quick. I unzipped my trousers and placed both hands into my crotch, carefully pressing a single finger onto my pee hole then using the pressure of both hands to press it firmly into place. It really hurt, so much so that it brought tears to my eyes but I blinked them back and gritted my teeth as the pain settled a little. In that moment I’d have given anything to be able to relieve myself, my abdomen felt as though it was going to explode with the pressure and the pain low down was tremendous but I was absolutely determined not to wet myself. Another 30 minutes passed and the chance of me getting to a loo before the dam burst was becoming less and less likely, I had leaked a substantial amount and was back to trying to ‘walk it off’ but I was so desperate that I could hardly walk! I shouted up to see if there was any update on an engineer and my team leader said she would go and find out, she had been charged with keeping me company but I wasn’t particularly fussed about company unless that company could get me out or provide me with a bucket or something to pee into! When she eventually returned she said that my manager was calling to get an update, she had come to the floor below me this time and we discovered we could speak using our normal voices rather than shouting. “You ok?” she asked, “I’m literally bursting for a wee, I don’t think I can hold it for much longer” I replied, I no longer cared who knew it. “Didn’t you go earlier when you said you needed it?” she asked, “Erm, no, that was when I got stuck in the lift, it’s hurting it’s so bad now!” I said through my gritted teeth. “Oh my god I’m surprised you’ve not wet yourself!” she exclaimed, “I’m not far off!” I laughed weakly, trying to make light of the situation. She then launched into a tale of the time she had needed a wee the most “Once I was on my way to my Nan’s house on the train and I was desperate for a wee, then the train got stuck and had to stop because someone had jumped in front of a train further down the line so we were there for almost 3 hours before someone finally came and got us off the train and walked us to a coach to take us to the next station. I was absolutely beside myself. I was so desperate that I even considered just letting it go onto the seat, I was wearing a skirt so could have hiked it up and just peed, but I was embarrassed so I held it!” Suddenly I was fascinated, “Wow, how on earth did you hold it for all that time?” I asked her, “It was okay at first I just needed it badly then it got worse and worse and worse until eventually it was all I could think about and then when they came to get us off the train and onto the coach I had to hold myself while I walked, climbing down the ladder onto the track was almost more than I could manage, I had to really squeeze hard to hold it in or I’d have peed on the guy at the bottom holding the ladder!” she answered, “Oh dear, how on earth did you manage to hold it until the next station on the coach?” I asked, flushing with excitement but trying to play it cool. “Well, walking wasn’t too bad, it seemed to help even though it hurt, but when I got on the coach I had to hold myself again and bounced around on the seat like crazy! There was several of us all in the same state though, there was one woman who peed as soon as we got off the train, she just stooped down where she was and peed, it went on forever she must have been absolutely desperate to resort to that, we were all standing there and she was just peeing in the middle of us all!” she then added “Sorry, it’s probably not helping talking about people weeing while you’re so desperate!” “Actually it’s taking my mind off it a little for some reason” I answered, eager to continue the conversation I added “So how long had you been holding it, and why didn’t you go before you got on the train?” “Well, I’d been shopping in Birmingham before getting on the train and had drunk a large coffee and a bottle of water, oh and a large coke at McDonalds with my lunch, I realised I needed it while I was stood on the platform but it was a long way to go all the way back up to the station and I didn’t want to miss my train, plus my Nan only lives a few minutes from the train station so I thought I’d be able to go in half an hour or so when I got off the train, little did I know there would be such a delay!” she answered, I could barely move again now from the pressure and pain in my bladder, I was standing with my legs crossed and my hands in my crotch and genuinely thought I was about to lose it. “It was the worst I’ve ever needed a wee, it hurt so badly that I would have done anything to be able to go! I was looking for a cup or anything that I could just let a bit out into, I even got up and walked to see if there was an empty carriage so I could hide behind a seat and go but there were people in all of them” she said, “I’m surprised you didn’t end up wetting yourself!” I exclaimed, afraid that I was about to do exactly that. “No, I was determined I wasn’t going to do that, I surprised myself with how long I could hold it actually, after an hour I thought I couldn’t hold it any longer but it was more than 4 hours by the time I got to the loo at the next station” she said, sounding proud. “Wow that’s a long time to hold it, I’m not surprised it hurt, I bet you ran to the loo when you got to the station didn’t you?” I enquired, I was squeezing everything but still trickling now, standing with my legs crossed trying to concentrate on my questions and remain part of the conversation despite my bladder beginning to fail in the most painful of ways. “Well to be honest by the time I got off the train I could hardly walk, my bladder hurt so much and was so hard that when I walked it felt as though it was bouncing and it really hurt and I felt as though if I opened my legs too far I would wee myself! So I had to walk slowly and really squeeze hard, I pretty much waddled to the loo and there was only one cubicle with several people waiting, I literally didn’t think I could hold it any longer and was trying not to hold myself as people were looking so I just stood with my legs crossed so tightly and everything tensed and held on for dear life until it was my turn, I have to admit I had started to pee a little by the time I got to the front of the queue and by the time it was my turn my knickers were damp and my tights had wet streaks down them! It was the best wee EVER!” she proclaimed. I had fallen silent in desperation, I had to go SO badly that I couldn’t even form a sentence, it hurt like nothing on earth and I was barely holding it despite the squeezing and pressing of my fingers deeply into my pee hole. “Are you okay in there boss?” the team leader asked, “Mmm hmmm!” I replied through gritted teeth, I threw my head back and bit my lip as the pain reached unbearable levels. “I bet you’re about to burst aren’t you? You’ve been in there for two hours!” she said, I hadn’t realised it had been that long, no wonder it was so agonisingly painful, I had been bursting at the seams when I entered the lift! “I’m going to wet myself, is the engineer here yet?” I asked frantically as pee rushed out of my pee hole past my fingers and soaked my crotch leaving a wet patch that ran down my thigh. I tried to hold it but it was just becoming so urgent that I was having real trouble. “You can hold it, remember me on the train? I thought I was going to wet myself but held it for hours, it hurts but you can hold it!” she replied, “I thought I was going to wet myself when I was talking to you earlier, now it’s actually happening! I really can’t hold it it’s starting to come! PLEASE find someone who can let me out, can you pull the doors open?? Even if you just pass something in like a bucket or something?” I pleaded. I could hear her tugging at the doors and I could hear the outer one open, “Can you open the door? I can see the bottom of the lift!” she said, I had to really hold myself as I pulled open the door, there was a gap at the bottom but it was only about an inch wide, it was no good, she couldn’t pass in a bucket or anything that would help. I thought I was going to cry, I was literally about to burst, my bladder hurt so much and was cramping so badly that I knew I would completely lose it any second. “Ooh, I know!” she said and I heard her rush off, I was really leaking when she came back but was valiantly trying to hold back the full flood, my trousers were becoming more and more damp though and their pale grey colour was really showing the streaks! I was panicking which didn’t help, “Here! It has no holes as it has to keep the air in, it can be our secret I won’t tell anyone!” she said as she pushed a plastic vacuum storage bag through the tiny gap, “Go into this and pass it back through to me and I will throw it away, I’ll make sure nobody comes while you do it!” she said. I have never been so grateful in my whole life; I rolled down the top of the huge Ziploc back and made a sort of bucket shape out of the thick plastic. It felt weird pulling down my trousers and knickers but I was so utterly bursting that I soon got over it in favour of relief, I squatted down over the rolled up bag and before I had time to think about it I was letting rip the strongest, fastest wee I have ever known, it could clearly be heard hitting the plastic and it hurt a little to finally be relaxing my sore muscles. It felt hot coming out and I couldn’t stop shaking as I finally felt my poor bladder empty… “Blimey, are you ever going to stop? Do you need another bag?” I heard my team leader just outside the door laughing. I felt so embarrassed that I stopped peeing almost instantly and just couldn’t start again, I still needed it quite badly but at least I felt a lot better than I had moments before. I lingered over the bag for a while desperately starting to restart the stream to feel the relief of a full bladder but the embarrassment of the situation had overcome the desperation so I knew it was a lost cause. I stood up and sighed with relief before carefully lifting the bag up and meticulously sealed the top of the bag to ensure than none could escape as I squeezed it out of the gap for my ever loyal team leader to dispose of! As I passed it out of the gap I thanked her for her innovation, she had saved me a major embarrassment, particularly since it was another 2 hours before the engineer arrived and another 30 minutes before he managed to free me, by this time my trousers had dried but I was absolutely bursting for a wee again and couldn’t wait to go and sit on a lovely cool toilet and enjoy complete relief! My team leader hasn’t stopped talking about it every time we’re alone now, and keeps telling me every time she’s desperate for a wee! I may have started something! x
  25. Mbgpeelover

    Catalogue sales stories

    Catalogue sales stories For a number of years I was an area manager for a catalogue sales company. I ran a team of distributors, recruited and trained them, and managed my area well. Part of my remit was to visit the distributors weekly in their own home collecting cash, topping up catalogues and taking their weekly sales. I also delivered all the goods they had ordered too. The following are all true stories of my time in this job. Pauline Pauline and her partner were lovely, genuine people both in their mid twenties and just looking to get a bit of extra cash to help for holidays. Pauline took to the job instantly and needed minimum training so I left her to continue her first full week and went to visit her at home the following Thursday morning to hear how she was getting on and to teach her how to complete her first order sheet. I had been in regular contact with her and I knew she was doing well. The visit was relaxed and as we chatted over a cup of tea I asked how her week had gone and did she have any questions. The room went silent initially before the boyfriend prompted Pauline to ask. Pauline had gone red with embarrassment by now so I was wondering what she was about to ask. Finally, with her face looking at a picture on the wall rather than myself she shyly asked me if I had ever been bursting for the loo while out working and if so was there a company policy on using stranger’s bathrooms? Before I could even reply the boyfriend put his arm over Pauline’s shoulder and hugged her close. ‘Tell her what happened honey’ he encouraged. Pauline slowly relaxed as she went into a long and detailed story about what had happened the night before. She told how she had a full 80 catalogues to pick up so she had a cup of tea about 6pm before heading out to knock on the doors to collect them. She showed me her sheet I had trained her to record and pointed to a street and number explaining how she started to need the loo at this house but by then she had only been to 27 doors but that the cold weather was getting to her and she tried to ignore it. She said at times it was ok but at other times she was uncomfortable and would cross her legs as she waited for the door to be answered and that the walking was helping. I encouraged all my team to carry water with them as dehydration is a hazard of the job with the talking and warmth of people’s houses whilst in your coat and hats etc. So Pauline continued to drink while working and she explained that by the time she had been to 60ish doors she was getting more and more desperate for the toilet yet further and further away from her house. The crosses legged wait was more like a pee dance by now and she had to keep moving to prevent any accidents. She continued to drink her tea all the time continuing her very detailed story saying how she marked the map with houses she needed to call back to, houses she had orders and any she felt were either empty or had loud barking dogs who had perhaps chewed and destroyed the catalogue. She was detailed, thorough and animated. All the time her boyfriend was encouraging her to tell more and I wondered if he was enjoying hearing as much as I was? Pauline continued on saying that it was so embarrassing but she was openly bursting by the last ten doors and it would have been obvious to the person answering that she could not keep still. She confessed to holding herself whilst waiting on the doors opening. By now she was over a mile from home and she had realised if she walked back home she would absolutely wet herself so she used her mobile to call her boyfriend and begged him to pick her up. He butted in at this point saying how frantic Pauline sounded and he had suggested asking someone if she could use their bathroom as he said he had never heard his girlfriend confess to being so desperate to pee and how she sounded so out of breathe and worried. Pauline and her boyfriend went on at this point to have a bit of a private conversation about how he had suggested using someone’s bathroom but how Pauline was insistent this was grossly unprofessional and she could risk losing her job. She almost gave him a row as she remembered the night before and said to him that to never mind giving her advice just get his ass in the car and come get her before she wet herself in the street in sheer desperation! Pauline continued on saying she only had 5 doors to go to and that thinking how her boyfriend was coming for her spurred her on to hold on as best she could. The boyfriend said he found Pauline within six or seven minutes but when he got there she was at someone’s door and he pulled the car over just out of sight to watch her as he didn’t want to interrupt her working. He went on to describe how Pauline was marking on the spot, holding herself, kicking her legs behind her and acting almost drunk! Pauline by now had gone red faced again and talked about how she was beyond desperate by this point and how when the older man answered the door to her he handed her the catalogue and then asked if she was ok. She said she could not even look at him she was so embarrassed but that he very gently asked if she wanted to use his bathroom. Pauline was terrified of losing the job she had not even had a week in yet so told him she had just one final door to go to and she would be fine. She said as soon as he closed the door she ran down the gate with both hands between her legs as she felt her pussy pounding for release. She saw her boyfriend’s car and ran over to the passenger side, opened the door and pushed in her heavy bag of catalogues which was pushing on her overfill bladder and pee danced frantically while attempting to tell her boyfriend she had just one more door to do and she would be back as she needed home to the toilet ‘so fucking badly you would not believe’. At this the boyfriend stroked Pauline’s arm saying he really could see how badly she had had to go and how proud he was that she completed the job. ‘You did so well honey’ he assured her as they continued together to tell me the story. Pauline said she knocked the final door with one hand wedged between her tightly crossed legs as she leaned on the railing longing to get her final catalogue and get home to pee. She had been out for two hours now with over an hour of that time really needing to urinate badly. She looked down at her living room carpet as she recalled dripping in her underwear panicking she would release everything any moment. No-one was answering so Pauline headed down the path with one hard grasping herself when suddenly the door was answered and she had to turn and go back! Having handed her bag to her boyfriend she had to try and explain to the professional suited young man that she was collecting her catalogues back all the time longing to let her hand away from her pussy but knowing the floodgates would open immediately if she did. ‘Sorry, bursting for the loo mate but here for your catalogue please thanks!’ She recalled how embarrassed and emotional she was to have blurted out to a stranger how desperate she was for the toilet and how she literally grabbed his catalogue out his hand and shot out to the car. The boyfriend went on to share how Pauline bounced in the seat with her hand between her legs moaning ‘I need the bathroom. I need to pee. I gotta piss. I’ve never been so bloody bursting all my fucking life’ as she drove her home as fast as he could. Pauline said she ran in the house and pulled her jeans and underwear down in one move as she peed for Britain! ‘So are we allowed to use people’s bathroom’s or not is my question’ she now pushed me to answer. I was sweating after the story and very turned on but I had to quote company policy which stated agents must not use strangers toilets but any public facilities in the area you serve are fine. Pauline went on to be one of my best reps. She never mentioned her story again though I, of course, recall it in great detail. She wasn’t the only bursting door to door rep I saw. I’ll post more soon!