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  1. I would like your thoughts if I may peeps!! Basically, the question is this: Why, when desperate and in a situation whereby a bathroom is not readily available, will most girls try to hide their plight and 'suffer in silence'. Feel free to disagree, but that is my line of thinking as I don't know of any girls myself that would admit to having a seriously full bladder. Some would, I know, but most; I think at least, wouldn't. So, what do you think?
  2. Hope it’s ok to share this. I was so busy working this morning I put of going to the loo. By the time I ran there I was so desperate but I tried to keep holding on the toilet but unfortunately I eventually wet right through my underwear! I honestly couldn’t have held it back a second longer! https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/bbw-on-toilet-desperate-to-pee-and-peeing-my-knickers-41637811
  3. Rexone312

    Life Without Toilets

    Guys, I have started writing female desperation stories blog. It is mainly based on long holds and deliberate desperation. http://life-without-toilets.blogspot.in/ Please let me know what you guys think of the stories there and suggest me some new ideas. I will really appreciate it
  4. Version 1.0.0

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    I enjoyed the feeling of my pee just spurting out, despite my ultimate efforts so much. I felt such a huge relief afterwards. I have woken up about 13 hours ago and after squirming for half an hour, I gave in and had my big morning pee. Since than I've carried around regularly with my days. After 10 hours I get home and start noticing that I need to pee. I completely disregarded that as usual and started working on a project for two hours. It kept me really focused and did not realize how time passed by. At this time I was 12 hours with my hold and I started feeling pressure waves. Had to grab myself and stopped what I was doing as I could no longer focus on anything else rather than my bursting bladder. I slide my hands in towards my penis and I can feel that my bladder is extremely bulged and rock solid. Tried to press a little bit on it to asses the real situation and I just couldn't, it was hard as a stone. Trying to push nearly made me spurt in my pants too. I moved to the kitchen, sat on the couch for 10 minutes, until I really felt the pressure waves getting stronger and also some mild pain round my bladder and penis, point at which I stood up and started the camera. Had taken this pic before starting the video. By this time it was around 13 hours since my last pee.I start the camera rolling, I light up a cigarette and try to stay as calm as I can (although it is pretty difficult). Grabing myself and sligthly squirming around is really hard to control. Very shortly I grab the Pepsi bottle and take a few big mouthfuls of it - what a great idea :-) I feel the pressure harder and harder building from my bladder to my urethra. For minutes into the video I show my bulging bladder once again and try to press on it - ROCK SOLID I grab the Pepsi bottle again and chug some more out of it. Now looking at how much is left in the bottle, I am pretty confident that I drank about 1L only during this video (which means that I'll be bursting again soon :-) ). About 9 minutes into the video I light a cigarette which I put down pretty shortly as I can literally feel spasms and my pee tries to force out. I manage for the first 10 minutes of video to remain completely dry, but you can really see my desperation build up. The spasms keep getting more and more frequent and harder to control. I am squeezing and grabbing as hard as I can as my spasms just become uncontrollable and I release a spurt. I squeeze as hard as I can and manage to hold for a few more seconds and another bigger spurt just pushes itself out of me. I squeeze and grab myself as hard as I can. I leak a few more times during the first minute, having a big and visible patch. I managed to cut off the stream every time, and to my surprise for the next 3 minutes the spasms have stopped and it became bearable. After those 3 minutes I can feel the spasms starting to kick in again. I finish my cigar and with very careful footing I manage to get to the bathroom without leaking any further. In the bathroom I try to squeeze as hard as I can but the pee starts to spurt out despite my best attempts to cut it off, every few seconds. For the next few minutes I frantically leak and try the stop from peeing. Until the point I am peeing myself without being able to do anything about it. I end up with a huge soak and quite a puddle on the floor. The feeling of relaxation felt divine. A I am even surprised at how long I managed to fight the spasms and stop the flow. Sorry for the audio, the noise is from my cooler. I am really curious for your feedback

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  5. 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.
  6. Desperationpee

    The longest night

    This story is not mine, it's only a traduction I made from an italian erotic story I read on a website. Warning: sexual content I hope you enjoy! Hi everyone, my name is Tommaso and I am 23 years old. I want to tell you about what I have already mentioned in the title, of that night after which my life has not been and will never be the same again! So know that my girlfriend, a wonderful brunette named Claudia, shares my passion! What it is you will find out if you will receive the patience to read to the end! We have known each other for a short time, no more than three months, and we have already made love, I above and her below, not without kisses and various caresses, but still without particular perversions. Moreover the saying goes: the SECOND time you never forget! No proverb was ever more appropriate! So that evening Claudia and I met at a restaurant. She was dressed all in black, with a vertiginous miniskirt, stunning pantyhose and two high-heeled shoes that left her toes bare. We planned an intimate dinner, a movie night and then another night of love. However, what happened at the cinema turned the evening into a night of WILD SEX! It was a cold winter evening and we both drank too many glasses, so once we got to the cinema I said: - Sweetheart, I'm sorry but I have to go to the bathroom at any cost! Indeed, you would do well to go there too, before the film begins! -. She said: "Don't worry about me, honey, I have an iron bladder!" -. The provocation was obvious, but I didn't care, I went to the bathroom and did what I had to do. Once out, I thought it would end there. Instead she added the dose: "My poor love has a weak bladder!" -. At that point it became a sort of challenge and I replied: - Would you perhaps tell me that you would be able to resist until the end of the film? - She, perhaps emboldened by too much wine, replied: - More than the end of the film! At least home! I'm ready to bet! - -Agree! - I said - but if you lose the bet you will allow me to penetrate you from behind! - This was something she had never experienced because it frightened her, but she said anyway: "I accept!" And we clasped our hands vigorously to seal the pact. We went into the hall and found a place in the last rows, almost deserted. The film began few minutes later. But do you know what? I didn't care about the movie anymore! I had my eyes fixed on Claudia's beautiful legs, perfectly parallel and comfortably arranged on the chair. I deduced from this posture that he was not in the slightest in crisis and despaired that something would happen, but I kept waiting. My patience was finally rewarded: twenty minutes after the film began, she began to grab her pussy. "We're here!" I thought, "she need to pee!" "All right, love?" I asked her, feigning indifference. "Certainly," she replied, in the same tone. About twenty minutes later, her legs tightened frantically as she began to pant. -Love, are you really sure you're okay? - I insisted, not without a smirk this time at the corners of my mouth -Of course, darling, don't worry! - -I still see you upset- I sneaked maliciously -The movie is so compelling! to justify her, but a shadow of concern painted her face before she could hide it. The film would have lasted a long time, at least a couple of hours and she was already beginning to show signs of giving way. As time passed his despair grew, as did my satisfaction, while I was already looking forward to the sweet taste of winning the unusual bet. Towards the middle of the film her legs, from which they were joined crossed as she began to blow, almost wanting to warm herself from the cold that was in the room, in fact she used this as a justification for her agitation. The first half ended and everyone got up, but she didn't dare move from the chair to go to the bathroom, although she had intention. She didn't want to show signs of giving away, but I knew she was about to lose control. I invited her out to smoke a cigarette and she accepted. Her step was much slower than usual, and as she smoked she inhaled deeply, hoping to divert attention from the impelling need that invaded her every minute that passed. So I sadistically offered her a sip of water from my bottle to see how she would react. She was desperate, she didn't want to increase her sufferings, but even this time she made the best of a bad situation and took a sip of water as if it were poison. Meanwhile the second half was about to begin, and her bladder, now full to the brim, slowed her pace even more as we reentered the hall. The second half began, and his legs began to tremble as she squirmed in the chair. - Do you have to go to the bathroom, darling? - I insinuated, seeing her now close to giving way. By now his agitation was too obvious for him to be able to hide it, so she replied, "A little bit, but I can still do it!" Here we are! - I said to myself - she's going to piss herself! - In the half hour that followed she continued to cross her legs first in one verse, then in the other, more and more quickly, and began to have to hold her cunt every minute or two, a sign that the inevitable was about to happen. The bathroom was there, just a few steps away from her, but she didn't dare go there, so as not to lose the bet that she had let slip from her lips, but soon she could have escaped something else, and by her vulva labia!(labia and lips are homonymous in italian) Towards the middle of the second half, she whispered to me: - Love, would you let me pass, please? - - Where do you want to go? - I asked her, already guessing the answer - I would like to take a breath of air, if you don't mind! - she said in a pleading tone with doe-like eyes -It is rude to get up so halfway through the movie! - I replied, sardonically grinning - So in half an hour we go out! - -I know, but it's so hot! - -I come with you- - Thanks, love, but I'd rather go alone, if you don't mind! - She was trying to cheat! She had to be really desperate! "I think you're hiding something from me!" I insisted mischievously. "I know you too well, love, there's something bothering you, why don't you tell me what it is?" "I have to go to the bathroom!" "Why?" My hands are so dirty, I have to wash them - You can wash them at home too, honey, what's the hurry? It's not so urgent! - -I agree love, you won! I HAVE TO PEE!-she finally admitted, almost screaming in despair. Several people turned to look at us badly, to which she tried to make herself small. - So you give up? Did I win the bet? - -SI! YES! YOU WON! NOW LET ME GO, I CAN'T HOLD IT ANYMORE! - She got up abruptly to go to the bathroom, but I sat back down and started tickling her with my hand against her bladder. It was the straw that broke the camel's back! The piss so long held back began to descend copiously and abundantly from her legs, forming a wide puddle at his feet that widened more and more, wetting the miniskirt, the panties, the tights, and even the shoes with heels, feet included. Claudia's bladder seemed to take years to completely empty. When she had finished she looked around, full of shame and fear of having been seen, in fact someone started looking at her badly. When the film came to its conclusion, she hurriedly put her coat back on to hide the patch in plain sight on her miniskirt, but could do nothing to hide the puddle at her feet, nor above all the dark patch along her stunning legs covered with pantyhose. The result was that in the stretch that separated us from the exit, people kept looking at us badly and in response she tried to leave as soon as possible without looking anyone in the face.On the journey home, she didn't say a word, but once she got home she let herself go: "Of course you were a bastard, but it was an unforgettable experience!" I didn't think it was so exciting to wear it in public! That feeling of wet with the fear that others will discover you almost made me have an orgasm! Even holding it wasn't bad! - Unbelievable but true, Claudia was the real answer to my wildest erotic fantasies! For the duration of the film, seeing her squirming so bad and finally pissing herself made me horny and we had a night of wild sex. Before sinking into sleep, out of curiosity, I took a look at the clock. It was 3:40. -Wow! - I said to myself. We had returned home at around midnight, and we had begun to fuck since then, not to mention the splendid evening spent together since dinner, which took place around 8:30. Undoubtedly, until that moment, that had been the best night of my life, and even the longest!
  7. A follow on from my original series of 12 months of desperate workers. January: the gym owner Thomas was living his dream. Having been in the army for a number of years he knew and understood the importance of looking after your body and keeping fit. So it seemed perfect for him to be running his own gym. Business was doing good, party because he had been very business aware and made some great deals with local businesses that meant their employees could access the gym at a reduced cost with the employers paying the rest. For Thomas this meant he had a guaranteed monthly income regardless of how many clients came and he had just signed another deal with the NHS locally meaning he could take referrals from GP’s and pharmacists with the NHS paying a chunk of the fees. Of course Thomas knew this might change his overall client base substantially but it also generated a wider business and he needed that to survive. Thomas was thankful for loyal and well trained staff. The gym had been open three years now and thankfully he had managed to retain most of the original group of employees he had trained. Staffing was by far his biggest outlay so to help that expense Thomas worked long hours himself. January was always his busiest ever month. He was one of the few people thankful for the ‘new year, new start’ mantra and the proliferation of New Years resolutions. Thomas planned on doing al he could to break the trend of people attending the gym one month but never again. He put his life and soul into making working out as much of a passion for others as it was for him. Thomas had every part of his body honed and under his control. He ran his business like a machine and expected nothing but the best from everyone, including himself. So it came as quite a disappointment to him when Robin called in sick right in the first week of January! Thomas was fuming and found himself having to reschedule things to be able to do gym introductions to all the new clients Robin should have been training. Despite being stressed Thomas refused to let his frustrations affect his business so after his early morning workout he had a quick bottle of water in his office and a banana before seeing the first new client at 8am. Th first client signed up and paid their first month in advance and Thomas hoped he had done enough to convince them that the gym was a place for life not just for new year. Before he had even said goodbye he had to do another hours introduction to yet another new client, this time a middle aged woman who clearly hadn’t been in a gym in her life before. Thomas wasn’t even half way through the introduction when he felt his bladder sending him a signal that he should pop to the bathroom soon. He wasn’t going to walk out of an introduction though so he carried on showing the customer around and demonstrating some of the more basic equipment like the bikes and treadmill. He set a bike to its easiest setting and encouraged the client to try. She struggled and after just a few minutes Thomas helped her off. Worried he had put her off he veered her towards a side area with chairs and a computer and he switched on the computer to show some graphs and visuals of how regular exercise makes a huge difference. Thomas crossed his legs and bounced his knee a little as his need to pee increased quicker than he was comfortable with. He decided as soon as this client left he would make his way quickly to the toilet. He could see that the customer wasn’t likely to come often though she really would benefit from doing so. It wasn’t his place to judge though but he sighed inwardly when she leaned into her handbag and pulled out a can of cola. ‘Sorry, you can’t drink that in here. It’s our policy not to allow food and drink in the gym.’ ‘But they’ve all got bottles beside them?’ ‘Yes madam, water is actively encouraged and in fact everyone should be drinking around 2 litres of water daily and more if you exercise regularly. I’m afraid carbonated drinks do not count mam and we have a blanket policy if not allowing them here at all.’ ‘Mmm. Alright, can I have some water please?’ Reluctantly Thomas headed over to the water fountain and used a plastic cup to get the client some water, the gurgling water canister, the running tap and the filling cup all making his need to pee much greater. He carried the cup the few steps to the client and sat behind the computer as she casually put the cup to her lips and drank it all. ‘Thanks. How come you are not drinking since you think it’s so important then? I mean shouldn’t you be setting me an example since you seem to know everything that’s right for us?’ Thomas was annoyed. This woman had attitude and he just wanted her away so he could use the toilet and get on with his day. He had way better things to do with his morning and this was why he employed staff for tricky customers like this. Still she only had 15 minutes allocated time left in her introduction so Thomas took a deep breathe and answered as politely as he could. ‘Actually mam I have already had a quarter of my daily intake of water and will absolutely reach my two litre target and more by the end of the day. But just to show you how important it is I will have some now with you. Actually at your next introduction, should you wish to come back, my staff would be carrying out a full health check with one of those being a check to see how hydrated you actually are.’ Thomas couldn’t help but think his own measurements would be very high right now with such a full bladder but he kept quiet as he reluctantly once again walked over to the water container and filled another small cup of water and drank it all. It was cold, refreshing and lovely but Thomas knew it would just add to his already full bladder. He returned to his chair and crossed his legs while he tried to convince the customer to sign up. She left undecided and on her way out the door pulled the ring-pull to open her can of coke as if by some form of protest. Thomas sighed and shook his head before turning right around and heading for the bathroom. Except the receptionist stopped him before he got there. ‘Mr Rainman, sorry, it’s Simone from Waters Biscuits wanting to talk to you.’ Thomas turned, his bladder pushing strongly and his penis longing for release. ‘Can you ask if I can call her back please? Even in five minutes?’ ‘Unfortunately she’s about to leave the office and wanted to talk to you now before she goes. I told her you had just come to reception and were available. Sorry.’ Thomas wanted to scream. Can a man not get to have a piss around here? For goodness sake! But instead he said he would take the call in his office and went there right away. After all Waters Biscuits were one of the biggest local businesses as had a workforce of over 120 people. He could really make money if he could do a deal with them. He’d been trying to talk to them for months! He headed to his office and took the call. It lasted much longer than he wanted. For the first ten minutes he sat on his seat fidgeting and crossing his legs. He’d been so close to a bathroom, so tantalisingly close to peeing in a urinal and the thought made him so uncomfortable and increased his need exponentially. He was bursting now! He scissored his legs, bounced a little and moved his legs around. Still the call continued. He tried pacing the room. He tried standing against the wall. He even tried sitting on his table. Nothing seemed to take away from his ever filling and heavy bladder and his desperate need to piss. Still the call continued. Thomas sat back on his chair bouncing like a school boy and pinching himself closed. In his office his own water fountain gurgled, his large window overlooked the huge swimming pool and outside he could hear rain pouring down on the roof. The whole world was conspiring to make his need so urgent he felt if h e didn’t end the call soon he would regret it. He tried to close off. Simone kept talking. Thomas kept squeezing, pinching and rubbing. Simone wanted a date to meet to discuss things in more detail. Thomas wanted to piss like he had never wanted to piss in his life. He didn’t care when they met. He didn’t care how many people worked for them or how many he could sign up for his gym. He just wanted to relax and piss an ocean and NOW. Breathing heavily, sweating profusely and unable to sit or stand still Thomas suggested he pass the call back to his receptionist who could arrange a date. Things were so urgent Thomas has slipped a hand inside his gym trousers and he held his anatomy for dear life. Every second was dragging in. He was going to piss wether he was in a toilet or not. He had held as long as he could. Simone finally agreed to be passed back through and Thomas hung the cordless phone on its charger as he walked briskly to the door, one hand still down his trousers. He couldn’t leave his office in this state but if he let go he knew without a doubt he would shoot pee everywhere. He held himself tightly and headed over to the water fountain where he grabbed a small plastic cup and using his spare hand he placed the cup down his trousers and boxers and allowed a small amount of piss to escape. He had to concentrate so hard not to let much out but it was harder than he expected as his sphincter struggled to close the flow. Thomas placed the cup on his office table terrified still of letting go of his tightly pinched penis. Now free from the phone he muttered to himself. ‘Oh my God. I have to fucking piss so bad.’ He hobbled to the door still holding himself. ‘On the count of three Thomas just let go and run. You can do this.’ He told himself. So with his spare hand he opened the office door quickly pulling the other hand away from his underwear and waistband as he sprinted to the gents with urine dripping from his member. As he pushed the door open he made a beeline for the urinals pulling his elasticated joggers and boxers down as his penis strung up half erect from all his touching and urine filling it and piss cascaded out of it fast and loudly. With one hand Thomas guided his aim and with the other he leaned onto the wall, his body needing support with the effort and speed at which pee was rushing out of him. It was only 11:30am and he wasn’t due to finish work until 8pm. With all of Robin’s clients to see too he could only hope he wouldn’t need to hold again this badly before the end of the day. After all he still had one and a half litres of water still to consume and he did promise the middle age cola drinker he always drank enough. This could be a repeated problem if he didn’t watch out,
  8. Have you ever been so full and so utterly desperate and held for ages (deliberate or not) that when you do get to the toilet your body is so utterly grateful to finally go that your whole body shakes and you need to hold yourself steady either by leaning on a wall (guys) or holding onto something while you pee? I have and while it’s nit something I would do daily because it’s a bit extreme, on the occasions I have experienced it it’s definitely an incredible almost out of body experience and there really is nothing like it. Would love to know if anyone can relate and if so what the circumstances leading up to it were. Happy to share the times i’ve experienced it if anyone wants?
  9. I was about 15/16 at the time and about my fourth year or fifth year at high school here in Scotland (year 10/11 in England). I was studying music as part of my studies and at that point played the clarinet. In order to prepare more for exams I had after school clarinet lessons with an older male teacher who was rather strict. This particular Thursday I had my final lesson of the day in computing class the opposite end of the school and I hadn’t been to the toilet all day. I remember wriggling in my seat in computing and crossing my legs one way and then the other as I tried to do my work bursting for a wee. I hated the school toilets so much as they were either full of smokers or kids having a carry on and I inevitably held all day and had a hard 20 minute walk home trying not to wet myself and often coming home to a locked bathroom as I had brothers and a sister! This day I was so worried about being shouted at by the music tutor but I also ached to pee so much having not been since I woke before leaving for school. I never used to drink enough and my parents had had me at the doctors so I had a carton of juice at break time in the morning and then water with my school lunch. It may not sound like a lot of liquid but combined with my mug of tea for breakfast and milk with my cereal I was very full. Anyway I had to walk briskly across the big school playground to the music department which was in an outer block of the school. Right next door to the small room I had my lesson in was a two stall girls toilet so my plan was to rush in there as quick as I could before my lesson. Just thinking about it made my need increase so much! I could not wait for that home time bell to go! But once I had made it to the music department the male teacher was standing by the door or the room watching for me! I was far too embarrassed to ask/beg to use the toilet just next door so despite my aching bladder I went into my lesson. It was a sole lesson with just me and him so so difficult to hide my absolute desperate need to pee so bad. I set my music stand up, got my clarinet out it’s case, moistened the mouth piece and set my music on the stand, all the time unable to stand still. I was so red faced and sweating as I tried to play the pieces I had practiced so much. All the time I was concentrating so hard not to wee myself! Every time I stopped playing I had to cross my legs tight and clench so hard to prevent my bladder giving way. My school uniform skirt was so tight on my very full bladder. That lesson dragged in and several times I felt little drops leaking into my pants. I could actually feel my bladder tighten I had to go so so bad. Finally the hour was up and the teacher told me I was a disappointment as I hadn’t focussed at all (can’t imagine why!) and I had to practice harder. I didn’t need to practice I HAD to pee! The second I was out the door I pulled the handle down next door only to find the bathroom door locked! I could have cried! I had an agonising 20 minutes walk home where I had to stop several time to hold myself which was so embarrassing in busy streets but wetting would have been worse! By the time I got home my mum heard me come in and shouted to say dinner was ready but I ran to the toilet next to the kitchen and hitched my skirt up and pulled my now pretty wet knickers down and peed so long and hard! What a huge relief and no idea how I managed to wait so long! Just writing about it brings it all back! Do you ever find that? Probably not helped by the fact I haven’t been in hours! I really must go...
  10. I like to fill my bladder to the absolute bursting point, which is around 1.2 litres, then I sometimes empty it in a bowl to be able to measure it. However, the past few times, I was only able to piss around 4dl, then the flow stops, altough my bladder is still very full. I am not able to piss anymore then, until around 5-10 mins later. Then, the rest of the piss will come out, which is of course a disappointing experience for me. Back in my "younger" years, I never had this problem. Does anyone have a similar experience? Do you have any advice how to get around this?
  11. This morning I woke up and decided to hold my pee and see how long I could wait. After breakfast I went swimming, still having not went yet. I was so so bursting to go that I had to pull the gusset of my swimming costume aside to pee in the ladies before I got into the water. I had a glorious and relieving long pee and then had a lovely swim. Of course by the time I got out the pool I was desperate again so had to go to the ladies again before I got dried and dressed. I thought some might like photos so took some selfies.
  12. 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!
  13. 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.
  14. 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!’
  15. justarandomguy

    Leaking Before Relief

    It's been a long time since I last posted, but I'll just blame work and life for that. Luckily for me and you all, work provided me with a desperation experience that was honestly mortifying when it happened but now turns me on the more I've thought back on it. The place I work only has two bathrooms, one male and one female, that are shared by employee and customer alike. So in the event the store is even slightly busy, the chances of having a bathroom to use when the urge arises is slim. That leads us to a day ago when, after working a good five hours before break, I was honestly bursting. I have the bad habit of letting my bladder fill up over the course of the day and find myself getting distracted by my work until the point I'm pee dancing and have a full bladder between my legs. So when I finally got away from my register and found the bathroom door locked, a hard spasm rocked my bladder and made my heart start beating super fast. I've never peed myself in public. At least not as an adult. And I wasn't exactly looking to make that happen. So I tell myself that it's only going to be a few minutes, I'll get into the bathroom, relieve my bladder, and that'll be that. That wasn't the case... Minutes tick by and my mystery occupant still hasn't emerged from the bathroom. I'm usually too shy to knock, but I do, and hear back, "Hold your horses. Just finishing up." I had to piss like a racehorse. I could tell. It's a frantic, panicky pulse surging up into my lower stomach and making my legs feel shaky. The toilet flushes and it happens. A hard spurt of pee bursts into my pants and I just stand there, blushing I'm sure, and look down to check the damage. Call it luck or fate or whatever, but my pants show little to no signs of what had happened. Apparently my boxers had taken the brunt of the damage and absorbed what they could before reaching my work pants. When the door finally opens, I politely slip around an elderly man that slowly makes his way out. My bladder sees the urinal and decides that the next few seconds it takes to undo my zipper is just too long to wait. I start peeing, another hard spurt followed by a weak dribble, my boxers feeling wet against my skin with each leak. By the time I get myself situated, the damage is done. A spot the size of a grapefruit is now on the right side of my crotch and a few errant streaks are gradually appearing beneath it. In the moment, I don't care. All I can think about is the relief. I'm peeing so hard against the porcelain that I'm getting some splash back, but it seemed insignificant compared to my other patch. When my bladder finally expels it's final drops, I feel physically drained. A knock at the door is what makes me panic: another customer. I have no choice but to wash my hands as obnoxiously as possible, literally splashing water on my pants and shirt as I emerge from the bathroom. My face is red. I know it is. "Hand dryers just don't work for me," I say. The guy who goes in after me seems to pay no mind to my predicament. The rest of the night is relatively uneventful. So there you have it: that's probably the closest I've come to wetting myself in public. I can't say that I enjoyed it in the moment, but I definitely find it hot to think about now that it's over.
  16. 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.
  17. 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
  18. 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
  19. 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."
  20. 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
  21. 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!)
  22. 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?
  23. 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.
  24. 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?
  25. 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