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  1. I am sharing this again as I work on the next book. I plan on getting this made into an ebook so welcome any constructive comments and hope you enjoy reading this again to refresh yourself of the story. I’ll add a chapter a night as I write the next chapters up. Thank goodness for the internet” Will said to himself as he sat alone in his office as always. It seemed more and more of his life, thank goodness, was able to be completed online. He liked it that way. He was much more than an introvert; he was known as the ‘weird’ guy, the ‘odd one out’ but he was unable to be anyone else. There was shy and then there was Will. Even at 28, almost 29, he had yet to meet a girl let alone date one. He liked them, oh he liked them very much, but he just couldn’t get the words out to tell them and while he had friends on social media he even struggled to message them in case he was seen as stalking them. Instead he thought about them in his head, letting his imagination run riot with all he would love to do. But today even the internet could not save him. Months previously, or maybe it was closer to a year, he had emailed his doctor about a minor issue that he could no longer self treat. He hated having to go see a doctor, or anyone really, but his cough just wasn’t shifting. By the time he had mustered the courage to get out his car, register his attendance on the surgery computer and wait to be called he was sweating and breathing way too fast. His cough could easily be treated but his doctor was much more concerned about his anxiety and social difficulties than his upper respiratory infection. She gave him some calming techniques and general advice but had said she would be referring him to a therapist in the hope he could get treatment. Today was the day he had to leave the confines of his office where he spent 8 and a half hours a day alone, otherwise choosing to work from home. Will ate his lunch in the office, having ordered his groceries online, and never once left the room, even to use the bathroom. He had his own coffee machine and would just hold his bladder until he returned to his apartment where he could pee without anyone knowing. Will had to admit to himself: he was afraid of people. Yet here he was bracing himself to have to see a therapist after work. The thought terrified him yet he knew he had to do something. He was lonely. He would never find a woman or get promoted or be able to go out with friends until he had help. He had to do this. He finished his coffee, packing his mug away in his Tupperware box to take home and wash. He went through his daily rituals for leaving work, cleaning his computer with wipes, lining his pens in order in his drawer then putting his coat on, always with the left arm in first. He crossed his legs unconsciously as his bladder reminded him he hadn’t emptied it since 7:15am. He had to admit his anxiety needed addressed as despite working in this company for three years he still had no idea where the gents even was. He just could never ask, though finding them now would really help because for the first time in three years he wasn’t able to rush home to the bathroom as he had a 90 minute appointment with a stranger first. Nerves were not helping him either. Nerves always affected his bladder. In the privacy of his office Will gave his penis a little squeeze, and fidgeted a bit. He was used to holding his urine and despite many close calls he always managed to make it home with no more than a small leak in his underwear. Today would be testing his ability to the extreme. Instead of getting home at 6 he would not get home until nearer 8, two and a half hours from now. If only he could have detoured home first but Will knew he would never manage back out again and he would be too late even if he could. He checked the corridor to make sure everyone else was out of sight, picked up his backpack and headed to his car. Even if he did see the gents (though he never had before) he would be too scared to go incase someone else heard him or saw him. Within a minute he had signed out and used his card to open the doors and he was safely in his car. He let out the breathe he had been holding since leaving his office as he lived in fear of someone even saying ‘bye’ as he had no idea what he should say back. Before turning on his engine and programming his sat-Nov he placed his hands over his penis again as his bladder once again sent a message for release. ‘If only the internet had a way to let me pee’ he whispered to himself. It helped him do everything else in life from having hot food delivered, groceries delivered, enabled him to stay in the ‘loop’ with family and friends via social media and entertained him via Netflix. If only the internet had a way to help him pee in private when he needed it too. Right now he could really do with that.
  2. Difficult clothing Mary-Jane was every bit as excited for her five year old daughter’s birthday as her daughter was. She’d been planning it for months, the cake had arrived and a huge box of items was packed. Most of the forty invited kids had confirmed their attendance and all that needed done now was for Mia to wake up, unwrap her gifts and get on her new clothes. Mary-Jane drank her morning coffee looking at the huge pile of wrapped gifts on the couch and listening for signs of Mia waking. Finally she heard her coming downstairs in her new pyjamas with ‘I am 5’ on, deliberately bought so they would look great on the photos. As an only child Mia was spoiled but Mary-Jane couldn’t resist and determined that her precious child was worth every penny. Mia excitedly opened present after present while Mary-Jane snapped photo after photo. The rustling of paper and the huge pile of packaging wasn’t the picture image Mary-Jane wanted so she bagged the rubbish quickly, ordered the gifts in a decorative fashion and had Mia pose smiling in front of them. That’s how it should be and that’s what mattered to Mary-Jane. Her phone buzzed with family FaceTiming and Mia delighted in showing off to aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents all of whom doted on her enormously. Meanwhile Mary-Jane rustled up some pancakes and juice for her darling daughter then left her eating and playing while she showered, did her make up and got ready for the party. Despite being on the larger side with especially large breasts Mary-Jane knew how to show off her curves and her shoulder length hair was styled to the last follicle. She then returned downstairs, washed Mia with a flannel and put on her new party dress that had set her back almost £50, pleating her hair and adding glitter for final effect. Mia looked every bit the princess her mum knew she was. She gave Mia juice and a biscuit, warning her not to spill anything on her outfit and had a glass of juice herself. Mia grabbed one of her new toys to take with her and off they headed in the car for the party, Mia excitedly chatting away in the rear. A few faithful family and friends were already there putting final decorations to the hall and they helped Mary-Jane in with the large LOL doll cake, LOL themed party bags, napkins, plates and even masks for the children. Mia played with a balloon happily with her cousin while set up continued. ‘Are the party organisers on their way Mary-Jane? I thought they’d be here by now?’ Mary-Jane checked her phone but just then a couple arrived with bin bags, balloons, and a huge suitcase. ‘Sorry we are a little late! It’s been one of those mornings. Don’t worry we’ll have everything set up in ten minutes.’ Mary-Jane caught up with friends as the party organisers busied themselves setting up music, lights, a bouncy castle, a ball pit and pinning up decorations as the couple were in and out the room getting more and more things. Just as they confirmed they were ‘good to go’ more children arrived and Mia got more and more excited seeing school friends, neighbours, girls from her dance class and both boys and girls from her art class, all bringing cards and gifts and running to play. As the party got fully started by the hosts the male from the couple asked to speak to Mary-Jane so she broke away from the crowd and stood outside the room briefly. ‘Hi, we have a bit of a problem. I know you paid for two mascots but unfortunately we can only provide 1 today. We’ll give you a discount today but I wanted to ask if you preferred Queen Bee or Lux? Does your daughter prefer one over the other?’ Mary-Jane was almost in tears! ‘No! No! She NEEDS to have both! Mia has to have two because her friend only had 1 and I promised her TWO at hers! This really isn’t acceptable at all!’ ‘ I am so sorry mam! We do have both outfits here and if anyone would be willing to use one I will happily let them. I had someone lined up but they have taken ill at the last minute I’m afraid. Company policy is that anyone using the outfits must be vetted for security though? Do you have any school teachers, dance teachers etc here that might help?’ Mary-Jane tried to think. ‘No! No! It’s my mum and dad and my sister and brothers and a couple of parents but no-one like that! Look there HAS to be a solution. Mia HAS to have both Queen Bee AND Lux. It’s her birthday!’ ‘I can’t apologise enough mam. The only other thing I can suggest is that maybe if you were willing to be one? As Mia’s mum of course you would be exempt from needing vetted as you can, of course, have close contact with your own child. I am sorry it’s just all I can think of.’ Mary-Jane thought for a moment then nodded. ‘Ok. I’ll do it. I will not allow my child to do without. Just let me know when I need to put it on. I assume it’s easy enough? So it’s like 5-10 minutes at the end or something right?’ ‘Oh that’s great! Well actually I like them to be out for at least twenty minutes dancing with the kids, getting photos etc. The kids LOVE the mascots so much. It can be hard for us to get them away to be honest!’ ‘Oh. I understand. As I say just say when. I’d better get back. Mia will be wondering where I am!’ In fact Mia was too busy having fun with her friends to have even noticed her mum had briefly left the room. Mary-Jane whispered to her mum and sister what was happening asking them to take copious photos of Mia with the mascots before taking photos of all the children having fun herself. The party hosts were doing a great job keeping the kids entertained playing games and dancing. In no time at all the kids were guided to sit down for drinks and snacks and Mary-Jane had a quick glass of diluting juice as the hosts and family gave out crisps, sausage rolls, nuggets, cocktail sausages, pizza, cheese, sweets and sandwiches to every child. Mary-Jane was just taking more photos when she had a tap on her shoulder. A nod from the party organisers told her it was time. In a small side room Mary-Jane was handed a huge LOL costume including shoes, full head gear and padding. ‘Can I just nip to the ladies first?’ ‘Can you wait? It takes two to get these things on. We are due on in six minutes and as soon as you have it off you’ll be free the rest of the party.’ Mary-Jane thought for a moment before opening the costume fully and starting to pull it on. There was a huge padded body suit including arms and padded gloves, a full over the head part, trousers, and even padded shoes. She started by pulling the trousers on then climbing into the body part, grateful that it wasn’t too tight against her fuller body. ‘How does this fasten then?’ ‘They zip up the back. I’ll do you and then if you could do mine? You put the feet on next and the head on last. It’s sweaty in these mind but the kids faces are so worth it’ Mary-Jane pulled the sleeves to her shoulders, the padding making her even larger than she was in every area. She hobbled towards the female party organiser who quickly zipped her up at the back. ‘Take your shoes off. It’s much easier to get the feet on in just socks and keeps the material cleaner’ ‘Ok’ She climbed into the feet pulling them tight on and then shuffled to zip up the organisers costume. She then pulled the head over her head and tried talking, which was almost impossible. She pulled the head over up slightly. ‘Do I look ok?’ ‘Perfect’ ‘Cool because I really should have went to the toilet first! So in, dance, photos and out? 15 mins tops? Not sure I can stand the heat much longer than that!’ ‘Yip. Should be fine. Right let’s go!’ Mary-Jane peeked into the hall through the eye holes of the mascot outfit seeing the forty or so kids sitting on the ground avidly looking at the entertainer who appeared to be be playing some sort of LOL themed game with the thrilled audience. Lux stepped in first and Mary-Jane followed as Queen Bee in her huge golden puffy dress up mascot outfit. Wether it was nerves or just genuine need she wasn’t sure but suddenly he felt incredibly desperate to wee! Now wasn’t the time! Mia needed her. It took just one child to notice the mascots and the children all ran excitedly to see them. Not being used to the sudden charge of children in a padded costume Mary-Jane almost fell backwards. Thankfully, Lux was more prepared and put her arm out to stop the children. As expected the children loved the mascots and Mary-Jane found herself beaming and emotional as she heard Mia’s little voice squeal with delight. She got caught up in the moment dancing and hugging the children and standing for so many photos. Despite her aching throbbing bladder she just couldn’t pull herself away from the adoring children. Eventually after almost twenty minutes someone guided her out the room by which time someone had already taken Lux back to the changing room and unzipped her. Mary Jane walked in and pulled the head gear off panting for air. ‘Geez these things are hot. And goodness I am bursting for the loo so bad! Can you unzip me? Thanks!’ It took a lot of effort to pull the dress off with its long full length sleeves and padded gloves and as soon as Mary-Jane could she moved from foot to foot and grabbed between her legs. ‘I wish I had went to the toilet before doing that! I had to concentrate so much in there to keep it in. God these things are murder to get off aren’t they?’ ‘Yip. Listen we don’t want us both coming out here at the same time or one of the smart kids will guess it was us as the dolls. I’ve just got these shoes to get off then I’ll head back in. It’s straightforward to get off now. See you in a bit. And well done!’ Before Mary-Jane could protest the woman left her alone with padded shoes and dress trousers still to get off. By now frantic to pee Mary-Jane danced around from foot to foot trying to undo the ties of the padded feet unsuccessfully. ‘Dear God I have to pee so bad! Come off! Hurry up!’ Finally one foot loosened and Mary-Jane slipped it off. Hopping and trying to hold herself she put the other foot on a chair but as she bent forward to undo the ties she felt a spurt of pee escape her crotch. Grabbing herself she tried pushing hard between her legs but the mascot trousers, her leggings and underwear formed too many layers to get enough pressure. She yanked hard at the shoe and pulled it off. Now all that was left was the tan trousers. Mary-Jane cursed as she tried to undo the clip at the waist that held them up, but it wouldn’t budge. The costume wasn’t designed for someone of her build despite being elasticated. She tried again jumping up and down in panic and urgency to urinate. ‘Come on! Come on!’ Unable to leave to room in case a child from the party recognised the character mascot trousers and with no-one to help her Mary-Jane tried a third time, even trying to nudge the trousers down with the clip closed. Her thighs were just too big though and she just couldn’t stay still. She sat on a plastic chair bouncing her knees and legs frantically trying to think what to do when another strong bladder spasm hit. With her legs spread apart she leaned forward in the chair, her hands on her knees and her teeth clenched. Another longer spurt rushed out uncontrollably, then a four second pause before the damn burst its banks completely . Mary-Jane could feel the warmth and liquid rush through her thong, pour into the crotch of her leggings then run down her leggings and soak through the mascot trousers. She sat there frozen to the spot as her bladder completely emptied, her face red with embarrassed but her mouth no longer clenched and tense. Quickly she then stood up, stepped forwards, undid the suit trousers, pulled them off and wrapped them altogether with the rest of the mascot outfit in the bag and ran to the ladies next door where she washed her hands, splashed her face with cold water and used the hand dryer as much as possible to dry her leggings whilst still on. Thankfully being black and having faced forwards most of the damage was down the inside legs, the crotch and her bottom. She left the ladies and looked in on the party which was just finishing. Whilst the children said goodbye to the organisers Mary-Jane slipped in grabbed her coat and tied it round her waist to hide any visible signs of her accident. She paid the organisers cash and tipped them well hoping the suit trousers would dry before they noticed what had happened. ‘Mum, mum, wasn’t that brilliant! Did you see Lux and Queen Bee mum? I won pass the parcel! Oh and can Kyra come and play, please mum...please?’ Kyra’s dad approached smiling with Kyra by his side. ‘If her dad says that’s ok?’ ‘If you don’t mind Mary-Jane?’ ‘No it’s fine. You are both welcome if you want. As long as you don’t mind me getting a quick shower? I’m....sweating after the party’ Kyra’s dad winked at Mary-Jane. ‘Of course not. You know I have been hearing so much about these LOL dolls today. I never knew some colour changed, some spit...and some even pee!’ He glanced down at Mary-Jane’s legs before smiling at her. ‘I wonder which one of those Queen Bee does?’ Mary-Jane laughed. ‘Apparently you only find these things out by giving them a drink. You fancy a coffee at mine?’
  3. Alison had been out on a hen do with her friends,and its fair to say it had been a heavy night. They'd met at 6, and here we were at 3AM. The girls were all absolutely wasted, but they were giddy and they were happy. The club was closing up, so all the girls left and went to a takeaway for food. The queue was crazy, and the girls were all laughing and joking, as they waited for their greasy, late night food. They'd left the club, probably some 20 minutes ago now, and, as the girls started to feel tiredness cutting through the hilarity, Amy, the bride to be, announced that she needed to pee. Some of the other girls laughed at this, but she insisted that she was serious. She'd drunk a lot more than the hens, and all that liquid was making itself known, pressing down, and demanding to be released. She stood up and hobbled over to the member of staff. A teenage lad, currently wrapping a kebab. "Babe" she shouted, probably too loudly, "is there a there a toilet in here?" He glanced over to her, and said, "There isn't I'm sorry?" "You must have a toilet?" she demanded, "its the law isn't it?" "No" replied the young lad, "its just a takeaway, so there is no law" Amy felt her need rising, as she started to get agitated, "But I need a piss!" she shouted at him, as the group of hens erupted into laughter, "Fuck's sake Amy, shut up and cross your legs" shouted out Sara, her maid of honour. Amy turned to look at her friends, pressing her hand up her tiny little miniskirt, flashing her leopard skin panties, as she pressed her hand into her intimate parts, bending at the knees. "Sara" she shouted, her tone now changing to one of anger, "I'm not fucking k**ding, I need a piss, I'm fucking bursting here, this little fucker won't let me go", she turned back to the young boy, leaning over, flashing her more than ample cleavage. "Please let me go" she said, fluttering her eyelids, and trying to look sexy. In reality she looked anything but, she was a sweaty drunken mess, slurring her words, as the boy smirked at her. "We don't have any toilets" he said, slowly, and thoroughly condescendingly. Amy was furious, both his condescending tone, her rising desperation, and the constant denial, was going round in her head. "I NEED TO FUCKING PISS!!" She shouted, pressing both hands into her crotch, as if to emphasise the point, "I'm a paying customer, and I need the toilet, you need to let me use it now, I know my rights, don't tell me there isn't a staff toilet back there, I'll use that, I don't care, If you don't let me, I'll have to piss on the floor here, I'm not k**ding here, I'm fucking about to piss my knickers!" The manager had heard this, and come over to help the lad out. Dealing with lairy and loud customers was part of the remit of working a late night takeaway. He was a "I'm sorry love" he said, "We aren't insured to let the public behind the counter, there is a public toilet about half a mile away, just near the main carpark" "HALF A MILE" she hollered, "HALF A FUCKING MILE! Are you fucking stupid, I'm about to wet myself, please, please let me go, I just want a wee!". Her bottom lip was starting to quiver, like she was about to cry, when Stacy and Karen stood up. "Come on Amy, we need to go too, come with us", and they ushered her outside. The other hens weren't sure what the hell was going on, but Alison kinda needed to go herself, the public facility half a mile away was sounding pretty appealing right now, so she led the other girls out to follow. To her horror, it quickly became apparent that the girls had ducked down a back alley, and Alison could scarcely believe it, surely they weren't popping a squat? She'd heard about some girls doing this on nights out, but there was no way she could ever do that. She considered herself quite a liberal girl, although she'd only ever had 2 boyfriends, neither had ever seen her doing bathroom stuff, it was private! She turned the corner, and the scene was more horrifying than she could ever have imagined. There was a line of about 6 lads, with their cocks in their hands, pissing against the wall, Stacy and Karen were squatted down facing the opposite wall, but their bums clearly on view, and their gushing piss obvious to all, but Amy had her leopard print knickers yanked aside, half squatting in the middle of the path, with the most furious, hissing frothing deluge of female pee gushing from her sweaty vulva. "OH MY GOD, OH FUCK YESSSSS!" she gasped, "Oh a pee, oh I was desperate, ahhhhhhhhh, I needed this" she continued, whilst making an absolute show of herself. One of the lads finished his wee, and zipped his flies up, slapping Karen's bum as he passed her, whilst a second made a lewd comment to Amy, who didn't seem to care a jot, so ecstatic was she to have found relief. As the newly relieved girls finished their marathon pee's, the other 4 hens watched on in astonishment. "Fuck's sake" laughed Jodie, we can't take you lot anywhere, I need a piss too, but there's no way I'm squatting in an alley, come on, lets get home. Alison's own bladder twinged, she could definitely do with a wee herself, but she wasn't bursting. They made their way round to the taxi rank, and were confronted by a huge queue. Sarah pushed her way into the office, and they were told it would be a half an hour wait. The news wasn't great for Alison, who's need seemed to be getting worse almost by the second. She realised though, that they would need 2 taxi's, as her and Jodie lived in 1 direction, while the other 6 were going the other way. After a brief chat, it was decided that Alison would phone her boyfriend to come and pick her and Jodie up. She called Dave, her boyfriend, twice before he answered, and he seemed very pleased to hear her voice. "Alison babe" he shouted down the phone, "are you coming home, I can't wait to see you, he dropped his voice to more of a whisper, I can't wait to taste you." They had a very active sex life, which they were both delighted with, and their sex sessions always started with him eating her out. He seemed to love it, and she definitely did, he was very good at it. Her pussy twinged in anticipation, she was definitely horny, and couldn't wait to get home. "Dave" she said, "the taxi queue is massive, can you pick us up?" "I've been drinking" came the immediate reply. Her bladder this time sent a distress signal, at the thought of a delay, "hang on though" he added, as the phone went quiet. A few seconds later he came back on, "Craig is just leaving, he'll come and pick you up!". Alison shuddered a little bit. Craig was Dave's pervy mate, and she never felt comfortable around him really, he was always making jokes about the way she looked, and was really pervy about women in general. Right now she just wanted to get home though, so she agree'd and made sure he was OK to drop off Jodie too. As soon as she hung up the phone Jodie said, "babe, I know how Amy felt in that kebab place, I'm bloody busting for a pee here, how long's he going to be", "Tell me about it" added Alison, "I'm pretty desperate myself, Dave's had a drink, but Craig is coming for us". "Fuck's sake" said Jodie, "not that fucking prick, well, whatever, he better get here quickly" she said "because there's no way I'm dropping my knickers in the street like those sluts". The 2 girls sat on a wall as they waited for Craig, both now with very full bladders, sending urgent distress signals. Alison found herself fidgeting around none stop, and biting her lip as she tried to pretend that her need wasn't that great, but Jodie was much more vocal, she was pressing her hand into her crotch and swearing and moaning pretty none stop. Ten minutes later and she was in a really bad way. She was hobbling around in circles doing a frantic pee pee dance. "oh my god, oh my god" she gasped, Ali, this is getting silly, I'm seriously going to piss myself, he can't be far away now can he, fuuuck". Ali knew exactly how she felt, she couldn't remember the last time she'd needed a wee so badly. "I know Jode", she said "he better get here quick, I'm bursting myself!" "Ali, babe, I'm not joking here, I'm seriously worried that I might piss myself, it hurts so much, I know I said earlier that I could never do it, but I'm seriously thinking about squatting behind this wall!" Alison was mortified by the what she'd heard, although, she had to admit, she had been considering it herself, the way her need was rising, the thought of a 20 minute drive home with her boyfriends pervy mate seemed nigh on impossible. "Jodie, girls don't wee outside" she muttered, almost beneath her breath, as if she was trying to convince herself! "I know" gasped Jodie, "but I'm fucking bursting, I've never done it before, but I think I need to, will you stand guard for me, then I'll do the same for you, she didn't even wait for an answer as she dashed behind the garden wall they'd been sitting on. "Alison, tell me if anyone's coming, it's coming out, I can't wait" she stammered as she hoiked up her skirt, and was tugging almost helplessly at the waist band of her knickers. Alison was dumbstruck by her friends sudden urgency, but her bladder protested, she would have to do the same. She watched Jodie with fascination, having never squatted for a wee before, she wasn't even sure what to do. Jodie yanked her panties down around her knees and dropped into a low squat, piss erupting from her almost immediately, "OH MY GOD YESSSSSS" she groaned, as her hissing stream spattered out onto the ground beneath her, "Christ I needed this". Alison was mesmerised, as her bladder screamed at her to find that relief too. She started to unbuckle her belt, in preparation for the most shameful thing she'd ever done, when to her horror, Craig's car came hurtling round the corner. "STOP" she yelled to Jodie, who was still peeing, pretty much full force, "Craig's here" "WHAT, Oh fuck, fuck, shit, I can't stop it" stammered Jodie, frantically trying to clench off the flow,she held her hands infront of her vagina, trying anything she could to cover herself and save her modesty, as Craig pulled up in front of them! Jodie's stream had slowed to a trickle as she sprung back to her feet, hastily rucking up her knickers, but Craig had seen her, he dropped the window as he shouted, "WAYHAY Jodie, I got a right eyeful there, you dirty bitch, as if you've had a piss in the street!" Jodie's cheeks blushed cherry red as shame and embarrassment swept over her, "Craig, stop it" she stammered, "I was bursting", "I can see that" he said, "Look at the size of the puddle you've made, you pissed a fucking river, you dirty slut, I can't wait to tell the lads about this, fuck me, I got a proper eyeful of Jodie's snatch, it looked great." Alison wanted to scream. Jodie was mortified, but at least she'd had her wee. Alison's bladder was screaming at her, she was as bursting as she'd ever been in her life, and she just watched her friend drop her knickers and release an absolute waterfall, she'd absolutely decided that she was doing the same, but what could she do now?! There was no way she could go infront of pervy Craig, especially with the way he was talking to Jodie. "What are you waiting for girls" asked Craig, "Do you want this lift home or what?" Alison's mind raced, she really needed to have a wee before she got in the car, but as Jodie got into the back seat, she was absolutely out of options, she'd just have to hold it, it was only 20 minutes, she thought, lying to herself that she was a grown adult, and 20 minutes was no time at all to hold your urine! She motioned to follow Jodie, and noticed a huge box sat on the back seat, "Looks like you're riding shotgun" smiled Craig, opening the passenger door invitingly for her! She pressed her thighs together, hard, and got in the car, next to pervy Craig. To her horror, he didn't disappoint, and directed his attention to Jodie. He looked at her in the mirror, "Jodie, Jodie, Jodie" he laughed, "I literally can't believe I got an eyeful of your snatch, I've been dreaming about this day for years" "Shut up Craig" she snapped back, but he wasn't letting go. "Do you do that all the time then, piss in the street? I can't believe it, I didn't think girls did that" "Crrraaaaiiiiiggg" she moaned, "Please just leave it, don't tell anyone about it pleeeasssee". "Sorry" he said, "I just can't believe it, I mean, I would imagine that some slutty girls would drop their knickers in the street, but not you and Alison here, I thought you were better than that", "Craaaiiig" moaned Jodie again, doing a little mock cry this time, "please, I was absolutely bursting, like, I've never done it before, but I honestly thought I was going to wet myself, I tried to hold it, but you took ages, and it was really hurting, I didn't want anyone to see, but I really thought it was pop a squat or wet my knickers, I really was that bad!" "Well, yes" laughed Craig, "You certainly pissed a river, god I wish I'd arrived 2 minutes earlier, did you go too?" he asked Alison. Alison was screaming inside. She had been about to drop her knickers and squat to pee in public for the first time in her entire life. Her bladder was fit to burst, and the last few minutes of questioning, and listening to Jodie talk about her wee had not helped her one little bit. Her fists were clenched by her sides, and her thighs were pressed tightly together as she tried, desperately, not to show Craig her urgent need. Now he was questioning her. "No" she said quietly, "No I did not". "Oh, like fuck you didn't" he teased, poking her in the leg, "I bet you had your pussy on show pissing for England just before I turned up, didn't you?" "FUCK OFF" she yelped, probably a little bit too aggressively, "I FUCKING DID NOT OK, I have NEVER pissed in public, now just back off!" her bladder screamed at her, as she silently started to panic, but at least her outburst had shut Craig up. A quick glance at her watch told her they were only halfway home, and she involuntarily groaned out loud, without even thinking. "Are you OK?" asked Jodie from the backseat, but Alison was having a crisis of desperation, she was not OK, and she couldn't get her words out, "UMPH" she grunted, pressing a hand between her legs. Her entire abdomen throbbed, like she was in labour, as the need to pee intensified yet more. "Alison babe" gasped Jodie, "Speak to me". She genuinely thought she was going to wet herself there and then, as she pressed a second hand, hard, into her most intimate area, lifting her bum off the seat, She bounced up and down 3 times before yelling, "I NEED A WEEEE" Craig looked at her instantly, she was a picture of pure desperation, "Holy Fuck" he exclaimed, "You really didn't piss in the street, you still have to go" "Quick, Craig" yelled Jodie, there, pull into that garage for her, she was bursting before you turned up, we need to get her to the little girls room" Alison, meanwhile was now shaking with desperation. Everyone now knew what the issue was, and as mortified as that made her, she no longer cared about hiding her need "I have to go so bad" she shouted out, "I'm seriously about 10 seconds from pissing my knickers" "You'd better not even think about pissing in my car" snapped Craig, "Fuck, this is hot but I don't want my car stinking of your fucking piss!". She now had both hands pressed between her legs, as she was bouncing around, "Quick then" she cried, "get me to the toilet!". Craig swerved violently across the road and onto the forecourt of the garage, stopping right outside the door. "OOOOOH" moaned Alison, "I gotta go soo bad, I've never needed a wee so bad in my entire life" She threw the door open and groaned loudly as she stepped out of the car, immediately dropping into the most unbelievable pee dance, She was bent double, both hands pressed between her legs, absolutely frantic for a pee. Jodie got out of the back seat, and ran round, putting her arm around her bursting friend. "Come on babe" she said, "Just a few more seconds, you're so close to the toilet, you can do it, lets go". Alison looked at her, with a faraway look in her eyes, her bottom lip quivering, "HELP ME" she said "Its going to come out, I don't think I can stop it". Jodie ushered her towards the door, as Alison whimpered helplessly. "Just hold on babe, you're nearly there" she whispered in her ear. Jodie almost dragged poor Alison through the door, there were tears flowing down her face, as she pressed both hands between her legs. She barely knew if she were peeing or not, she had never in her entire life needed to pee so badly. "Where the fuck are the toilets" Shouted Jodie, to the lone Asian man working the night shift "QUICKLY" she added, as if the urgency of the situation wasn't immediately apparent. "I am very sorry" said the man behind the counter, "but we have no public facilities, there is a public toilet just about 200 yards around the corner" Alison groaned, a gutteral groan, like a wild a****l that had just been shot. Her whole body started to convulse. "PLEASE" she groaned, "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE" She could barely speak, as her bladder screamed and burned and demanded to be emptied. She wailed again, "I can't waaaaaiiiiiitttttt" The man looked her up and down, "The toilets are just around the corner" he started as Craig now came in. Alison had never felt so helpless. She burst into tears! "PLEASE" she gasped. She had one hand between her legs, and the other starting to unbuckle her belt. "Its going to come out, help me, anywhere". She was running on the spot, almost bent double. "Look at her" shouted Jodie, can't you see its an emergency". Alison started to pull down her jeans. "Its coming out now" she wailed "I'll have to do it here. "OK, OK, I let you use staff toilet" said the man, opening the door and inviting her behind the counter. Jodie tried to drag her friend through, but he stopped her in her tracks. "Just her, security" he said. "PLEASE" gasped Alison, "It's coming out, please, let me wee". again she started to pull down her jeans, and her knickers were clearly wet! "Fuck me, the dirty bitch is pissing herself" yelled Craig, as the attendant locked Jodie out and stood staring at Alison behind his counter. He took her arm and led her through the back. "Toilet" he said, and she could see it. "FUCK YES" she gasped, pulling down her wet knickers and revealing her tightly clenched ass. She ran for it and threw herself down, exploding the second she did! The door was still open and the Asian man watched her transfixed! "OHHHHH FUCKKKK YESSSSSSSSSSSSS" She gasped as an absolute torrent gushed out of her over filled bladder. She was peeing like a racehorse, feeling relief like she'd never felt before. "Oh my god" she gasped, "Oh I needed this, ohhhhh fuck a weee, it feels soooo good", her stream went on and on, whilst the Asian man stood there in awe. Her whole body was convulsing as she felt a relief like she'd never felt before. She dropped a hand down to her clit, an could feel an orgasm building. "Oh fuck, I needed this so bad" she gasped. She opened her eyes and became VERY aware that the Asian man was still standing in the door, absolutely transfixed and with an obvious bulge in he trousers. "WHAT THE FUCK" she gasped, slamming her legs closed and pulling her hand away. "You look like you needed very bad" said the man, still staring intently, "It feels good yes?" "GET OUT" she yelled. "This staff toilet" he said, "I supervise public back here" Alison ripped off some toilet paper and wiped herself, fumbling to pull up her knickers, cringing when she realised how wet they were, when she'd clearly started to lose control in her mad desperate dash. She bent down and pulled them off again, standing up and smoothing down her skirt. She walked towards the man without bothering to flush. "To be fair, you definitely saved my life" she said, handing him the wet knickers and squeezing his straining erection, "Enjoy yourself, you dirty cunt". She kissed him on the cheek and walked out of the garage feeling overwhelmingly relieved. Craig was a nightmare on the way home, but she didn't even care, the only thing that mattered now was getting back and riding Dave's cock like it had never been ridden before!
  4. had a message requesting a story about a female holding all day by choice only to wet herself washing dishes. So here it is: All day Candy Candy set herself a target: all day without a pee. She had far too much to do and going to the bathroom consumed way too much time and would stop her concentrating enough. Her first day back in her cosmetics shop after a long few months closed due the pandemic would be manic anyway. So much cleaning, organising and stock taking. She’d kept her assistant on government aid another week until things settled down more. She woke, showered, and peed at 7:30 and vowed she wouldn’t go again until bedtime. She had a mug of tea with breakfast and headed to work. By 9am the shop was open and a steady trickle of customers came by. Mid morning a short break in customers allowed Candy to make herself a quick coffee. Thankfully she got to drink it all warm as customers came slowly but steadily. In between there was so much cleaning, so much organising, fresh seasonal stock to order, and a huge pile of mail to work through. Working alone there was absolutely no time to use the bathroom at the back anyway. Too much potential for theft if nothing else. For lunch she had brought in some sandwiches and water and in between work she somehow managed to consume both too. It wasn’t until around mid afternoon that her bladder even signalled it might want emptied soon. Candy laughter at its indignation and carried on working, loving the distraction and the feeling of a filling bladder. Unconsciously her legs moved more, her thighs squirmed and her urethra thumped between her legs, her need increasing fast as the tea, coffee and water worked through her body. By 4:30 she was very aware of her need and conscious to avoid customers seeing her unprofessional. Her tights and high heeled black strappy shoes, her short skirt and revealing top over her large breasts making holding between her legs impossible to do unnoticed. Candy sufficed by clenching tightly, pulling a leg up behind her at times, moving lightly from foot to foot and pressing her thighs together, sweating more with the effort. Finally she was able to shut up shop and drive home, though the rush hour traffic had her bouncing in her seat and pressing hand against the seat. She just had to cook, clean up and get through the evening and then she could go. Oh how she longed to be able to go so badly! Finally in her house she pee danced as she opened the fridge to find food. Lightly frying some fish she couldn’t stand still as she grabbed between her legs with one hand turning the fish with the other, moaning how bursting she was to go. She poured a glass of water as she sweated so much. For speed she microwaved some rice and sat at her breakfast bar tightly crossed legged and squirming as she ate her dinner and drank her water. Still determined to wait until bedtime she rocked on the chair and bounced with urgent need for release. Her bloated bladder made her skirt elastic tight and her top was damp with sweat but still Candy was determined. She laughed as she felt her hard bladder but then had to courtesy and grab herself as laughing made her dribble a bit. She didn’t care what she looked like she was just loving the feeling of pressure, the constant tingling and the relentless thundering of her urethra against the damp crotch of her knickers. She felt sexy, naughty and hugely aroused! But God she was frantic to pee now! Finally finished her meal she scraped the left overs into her food bin and collected the dishes into the sink. Absolutely determined to wash up before she used the bathroom she leaned on the counter and tensed every muscle in her body as she ran the hot water until it ran hot enough. She squeezed out some washing up liquid and picked up her sponge as another strong urge caused her to bend forwards and wedge a hand to her crotch. ‘Gotta pee. Gotta pee. Gonna hold. Gonna wait.’ She muttered over and over. With her high heeled shoes tapping on the tiled floor and her thighs circling and pressing against the counter in urgent need, Candy tried to carry on washing up, her body convulsing in desperation. She washed the cutlery and her breakfast plates and put them on the rack, tears forming in her eyes with the intensity of holding. Her hair was wet with sweat, her legs frantically marching, her thighs rubbing, her urethra barely holding the huge amount inside her bladder now. She brushed the inside of her glass to clean it in the sink of warm water which tortured her more. Then she turned the tap on to rinse it out...but as water poured from the tap Candy felt her urethra give way between her legs and with an almighty huge gush...a full days worth of urine poured loudly and fiercely out through her pink spotty knickers making the crotch drenched and turning the single stream flow into a multi stream outpouring forming a huge puddle between her shoes. Candy laughed at the thrilling feeling, loving touching and exploring her soaked knickers gusset and wet tights. ‘Oh well. Tomorrow we try again!’ She didn’t feel like taking her clothes off right away so finished everything that needed done before bed in her soaked outfit before showering and putting a strapless nighty on for bed, not even bathing to pee again before she fell asleep. Using the bathroom was just such an inconvenience. She just needed to master holding longer.
  5. Long queue Larissa, Chloe, Natasha and Eve helped each other with make up, clothing adjustments and hair accessories as they excitedly got ready to see Young and Free in concert. ‘You got the tickets safe Chloe?’ ‘Yes in my bag all ready. See? Oh come on Eve your hair looks amazing honestly! The taxi will be here in less than ten minutes now.’ ‘Would you like me to take these glasses downstairs Larissa? Will I just put them in the kitchen?’ ‘Yeah yeah that’s perfect. Mum will put them in the dishwasher. Thanks’ All four had been nibbling crisps and nuts and drinking wine and fizzy juice as they got ready. They had been getting dressed and prepared for well over an hour when they heard a loud toot outside and Larissa’s mum shouted up. ‘Girls! You need to come down NOW! That’s the taxi here! Have a great time girls and remember to stay together and stay safe. Call me Larissa if you need me ok! You know I won’t go to bed until you are back home safe!’ As the four dolled up students raced downstairs to grab coats and jackets and head into the taxi Larissa kissed her mum on the cheek and quickly reassured her. Safe in the taxi the girls giggled excitedly as the taxi headed to the outskirts of the city to the large concert hall. Joining the long queue to get in Eve giggled and crossed her legs. ‘I ought to have used the toilet before we left! I hope we get inside soon as I really wanna wee.’ ‘Me too!’ ‘What are you two like! There must be over 100 people in front of us! Just don’t think about it and you’ll be fine ok!’ After initially not moving at all finally the queue began moving faster and within twenty minutes the girls were all inside the large atrium and looking for the toilets. ‘I vote we all go now. I’m bursting! ‘Yeah me too! Look I see some!’ The four girls made their way towards the ladies weaving through the crowds, stalls and stewards as they did so. It appeared everyone else at the concert was doing likewise but thankfully for all four girls the queue moved steadily and all four got to relieve themselves before being able to buy some drinks and sweets and heading into the auditorium. ‘This is going to be epic!’ Natasha shouted above the noise of the crowd. ‘Absolutely! Look it’s starting!’ Eve screamed back. With load bangs and fireworks the live concert began in style and the girls jumped, danced and sang throughout, each of them finishing the drinks and sweets they had bought and buying more in the interval. When out buying more juice Chloe glanced towards the toilets but the queue was out the door so she decided not to bother. The second half started with more fireworks and more smoke which had the audience screaming with excitement. When the band called up a few people from the crowd the place went wild with excitement but sadly none of the four students were picked, much to all their disappointments. Finally the three hour event drew to a close and the girls joined the long queue to leave the auditorium, the stewards filing everyone out in seat order. As they waited on their row being ushered out Chloe crossed her legs. ‘Can we go straight to the toilets please?’ ‘Again?’ ‘Yes! I was going to go at the break but the queue was out the door. I’ll never make it home honestly girls. I’m bursting!’ Eve moved from foot to foot behind Chloe. ‘She’s not the only one Larissa. I didn’t want to miss any of that but I’ve been wanting to go for ages. Come on! Why haven’t they let our row out yet?’ Natasha kept quiet but secretly she was delighted Chloe had mentioned the ladies. She too was desperate but way too embarrassed to say. It seemed only Larissa didn’t want to go but Natasha wasn’t sure if that was just bravado. She often tried to hold off longer than the rest of them but then Natasha had seen her having to go behind a bush more than once as her bravado broke and she was almost wetting herself. Natasha smiled but tightened her muscles hoping it wasn’t obvious how desperate she was too. ‘Right ok! We’ll go straight the the toilets then call the cab. It’s heaving here so maybe there will be a few less people by then. At least we are moving now. Try stick together. It’s madness here! The girls filed out into the large auditorium and headed for the ladies. They went straight to the ones they used earlier but Chloe protested that the queue wasn’t just out the door but almost back to the main entrance this time! ‘What? There’s no way I can wait in that! I’ll wee myself before I even get inside the door!’ Natasha silently agreed as she felt another spasm but tried to look as natural as possible. Larissa laughed ‘even I would be bursting by the time we got to those toilets and I don’t even need it!’ (Which was a lie but she wasn’t going to let the others know that) Chloe danced around high on alcohol and the music. ‘We need to find some other ones! Come on!’ The group headed further along the large wide atrium going against the crowd and heading away from the main door. They were stopped by an usher. ‘Hey you’re going the wrong way! The exit is this way please.’ Chloe, the boldest, went right up to the tall male usher. ‘Hey mate. Listen. I really need the loo. We’re just looking for a ladies ok?’ ‘Well you won’t find any up this way sorry. There’s some at the entrance on your right.’ Larissa spoke up. ‘Yes we saw those ones but the line is HUGE and my friend Chloe here will pee herself in that queue. Come on! Let us use some other ones? Please?’ The usher stood firm. ‘Sorry ladies. For security reasons you can’t go any further. I’m afraid you need to head back to the entrance. Thank you.’ Natasha was mortified. Not only did she hate breaking rules but she felt so embarrassed that Larissa, her friend, had embarrassed Chloe by telling a stranger she was about to pee herself. Granted Chloe was dancing around holding herself like a kindergarten child but even so! She pulled at Larissa and Eve’s arms and walked towards the entrance. Eve remained quiet too but she did comment softly that she hoped the queue would move quick. Natasha did too. The queue was still almost at the entrance but the four girls reluctantly joined anyway. ‘What about we just call a cab and go at our own homes?’ Larissa asked five minutes later when they had barely moved. Chloe, who was still dancing, answered first. ‘God no! By the time you call a cab, then we wait, then it drops Eve and you off I’ll be sitting in a puddle. Just let’s wait here now. At least it’s moving a bit. God I’m bursting though!’ Eve moved from foot to foot her hands in her jeans shorts pocket. ‘I’d rather wait too please.’ ‘Ok! But this is madness!’ Natasha tried standing still but even concentrating hard the pulses between her legs were strong and the need to move intense. The lined moved a little more but the conversation became less as each girl battled her own private war. Finally they could at least see the door though there was still over twenty girls in front. Chloe lost more and more dignity as she pressed both hands between her miniskirt and tights, her far too high shoes making it hard for her to balance. ‘I’m dying to pee so much. Do you think anyone would let me skip the queue? I have to go so badly it’s ridiculous. I so need to pee!’ Eve flushed as a strong urge hid. She silently crossed her legs and leaned on the wall though she could feel her underwear getting damp. She ached for release so much. She too doubted if she would make it. Natasha tapped her foot on the floor willing the queue to disappear as her urethra pushed and pushed rhythmically against her leather trousers and thong. Larissa wasn’t going to let on how much her bladder hurt but the waist on her jeans was digging in so when the others weren’t looking so up did the top button. That helped a little but not much. A short while later and Chloe was almost in tears. ‘I’m not gonna make it. I can’t hold this. It’s so urgent!’ Eve tried to encourage her though she doubted if she would manage either. ‘It’s ok Clo. It’s moving again see. We’re at the door now.’ But it was no good. Brazen, bursting and bolstered by alcohol Chloe hunched down against the wall as a loud hiss made the others stare. ‘Sorry! I just couldn’t wait another second!’ Pee formed a large warm puddle around her high strappy shoes as the pressure burst through her knickers and tights in a powerful stream. ‘Oh God. That’s so much better though!’ The others looked at Chloe with a mix of shock, jealousy and disbelief. Larissa spoke first. ‘Geez you can pee girl! Bet you won’t be the first to do that here! This is crazy having to wait this long!’ While everyone had been watching Chloe Eve had been forced to loosen the button on her jeans shorts such was the ache in her bladder. She rubbed her distended bladder as she leaned against the wall, avoiding the spreading puddle. It was getting beyond uncomfortable and now painful to keep holding the huge amount of urine her bladder held. As the queue moved again Chloe stood up and stepped over her puddle looking embarrassed but happy. Natasha was now in the lead and just inside the door she could now see a row of cubicles on each side but worse was the ladies washing their hands. She pressed a hand between the crotch of her leather trousers. ‘Oh my God this is torture! First seeing someone pee themselves now seeing folk washing hands. I really really need to go so bad’, which showed as she paced from foot to foot with a hand tight between her legs. Larissa never admitted needing to pee. She was proud of that but even she was struggling to keep her need hidden. ‘It’s bad isn’t it. Even I’m bursting now we’ve been waiting this long!’ They moved a little more but Eve stood silently leaning against the wall concentrating so much so hadn’t noticed the queue move. Chloe noticed she hadn’t moved, ‘Eve? You ok there? You falling asleep?’ Little did anyone know that pulling Eve out her holding zone would be too much. She turned as Chloe called her name but the lapse of concentration when another crucifying urge surged through her was all it took. Eve looked down ashamed in silence as warm liquid dribbled down her inside leg as the crotch of her denim shorts changed colour. With her arms rigid straight by her side, her hands tightly clenched to try and stop peeing it was all too little too late as against all her fight urine continued to race down both her bare legs and into her pump shoes. She hadn’t even made it into the door let alone a cubicle. Oh the shame. Chloe giggled, Natasha marched on the spot frantically inside the door and Larissa tried acting cool despite an intense need to piss overwhelming her. Chloe found it hilarious no longer being alone in embarrassment. ‘Two down! Two to go! Haha!’ Natasha’s pride took over. ‘What do you mean? I ain’t gonna piss myself! No chance! You two wait outside. Larissa and I will be back soon! The door closed behind Natasha as the queue moved again. Now just six in front including Larissa who was now unashamedly dancing like Chloe had and moaning. Finally a stall became available and Larissa ran in, yanking her tight leather trousers down as best she could but only getting them barely over her butt cheeks when the heavens opened! Pee gushed our furiously as Larissa tried learning forwards to make her pee stream fire backwards to avoid soaking her clothes. Hovering over the pan she felt tipsy with delight, even dizzy at finally getting release after so long. Her pee kept flowing steadily whilst Natasha was still outside waiting. Finally another stall became free and Natasha walked in. Inside facing the toilet the intensity of her need became incredibly strong and try as she might her jeans just wouldn’t budge over her distended bladder. She shook with need as first a dribble then a strong trickle escaped. She tried pulling at her jeans again but they just wouldn’t budge. With no choice left she sat on the toilet and wanted to scream as her bladder gave out and her jeans got soaked. This couldn’t be happening! Not to her! But it was, just as it happened to Chloe and Eve and almost happened to Larissa. It’s just what can happen when you can’t go because of a long queue. It really can happen to any woman.
  6. I had been holding whilst writing stories for here but the stories ran on and after squirming, rubbing, wriggling and dancing I absolutely couldn’t hold anything more so I hobbled into the kitchen, crouched down and it poured out of me. I peed far longer than this but cut it short to make uploading easier. crouching always makes it come out uncontrollably! IMG_1703.MOV
  7. Starting a new all female desperation series with the title Reasons She Couldn't Go. This is story one. Enjoy! Broken toilet Camille stood at the bus stop with her thighs pressed together hoping the bus would arrive soon. She was tired, hungry, cold and now it was raining. She also needed to use the toilet having had to leave the office in a hurry so she wouldn’t miss the bus. It was due any moment and she hoped she would get a seat despite the fact there was already ten people at the bus stop waiting. The bus arrived and she climbed on, showing her ticket and looking for a seat. The only one available was next to a much older man who smelled of body odour and looked like he had wore the same clothes for several days. Camille perched herself on the edge of the seat, both legs in the central walkway, one crossed over the top of the other. It was hard to see out the window due to condensation but she knew she had half an hours ride ahead anyway. Sitting on the edge of the seat wasn’t comfortable but it did serve to put pressure on Camille’s most personal area which helped ease the increasing pressure from her bladder. Being a larger lady though it was cramped so Camille shuffled back a little to give other passengers more room to get up and down the bus. The journey seemed to drag in as Camille curled her toes in her court shoes and once again pressed her thighs together. She tried to recall when she had last visited the ladies but concentrating among the noise and crowd in the bus was hard and the constant patter patter of the rain on the window wasn’t helping one bit. Camille pushed her bottom back against the seat and tightened and squeezed her muscles, covering her crotch with her handbag and pressing her legs together. She thought about what her husband would be cooking for tea when she arrived home and how amazing it would feel to finally pee at home. Finally Camille pressed the bell to request the bus to stop and concentrating hard she squeezed her throbbing urethra tight shut and disembarked from the bus back into the heavy rain. Walking the half mile to her home Camille day dreamed about getting out of her wet clothes, eating dinner but most of all getting to relax on the toilet. Oh she longed for the latter so badly. Finally walking down her own garden path Camille could feel the pressure intensify between her curvy thighs. Her body sensed relieve was imminent and Camille moved from foot to foot quite noticeably as she pushed her front door open and rushed in. She pulled off her wet coat and hung it up, marching on the spot in desperation. Shouting to her husband that she was home she climbed the stairs hurriedly hoping to reach the bathroom in time before she had an accident. Bursting wasn’t the word for it right now as she felt a dribble leak into her full briefs. Unusually the door was open as Camille approached and she could hear unfamiliar noises... Camille stood and gasped as she saw a strange man, fully dressed straddling her only toilet! Here she was absolutely desperate to pee, stood at the doorway of her own bathroom but unable to go. ‘Who...who are you?’ ‘Hi mam. Your husband called me out late this morning. You have a cracked cistern I am afraid. I have had to take the old one apart and fit a new one. Your husband said to do whatever was necessary mam. I should be finished within the hour.’ Embarrassed, frustrated and even angry Camille rushed downstairs to talk to her husband. She found him, as usual, in the kitchen cooking a freshly made meal for their dinner. It smelt delicious and Camille was hungry but she really needed to use the bathroom first and wanted to know why she hadn’t been told about the plumber. Keeping her voice low so the workman didn’t hear Camille got straight right the point as she leaned firmly with one had on the kitchen worktop and crossed her legs tightly. ‘Michael why didn’t you call me? What’s going on?’ ‘I didn’t want to disturb you at work honey! I went upstairs earlier this morning to find water on the bathroom floor. I traced where it was coming from and realised there was a large crack on the toilet cistern. It must have been there a while and we hadn’t noticed. I knew it needed fixed so I called in a plumber. So what was I supposed to do? By the time we’ve had dinner it’ll all be fixed then we can relax. How was your day honey?’ Camille hated anyone knowing her bathroom needs, even her husband. It was unladylike, unprofessional and crude so she tried pretending all was fine. ‘No. No. It’s fine. That smells lovely Michael. Thanks for making it. I’ll just go get changed out of these work clothes and I’ll be back down.’ ‘Don’t be long sweetie. I’m just dishing up.’ Camille went back upstairs once again passing the toilet with its open door and beautiful toilet that she couldn’t use. She cringed and moaned softly as her vagina tingled with longing and her face flushed. She went into her bedroom and closed the door for privacy. Alone, desperate and worried she quickly stripped off her dress, tights and shoes dancing around the room and holding herself between her legs, her hands only just reaching over her curves and full body. The torture of knowing the bathroom was just next door but being unable to access it made tears form in Camille’s eyes. She looked around the room for anything she could pee in but couldn’t find one thing. Even with a hand tight between her thighs she could feel dribbles escaping. She had to wee. She HAD to. She found a floaty dress and slipped it over her large breasts, pulling it over her stomach and thighs. She didn’t normally change her underwear at this time of day but as her hand was damp she slipped off her knickers and opened her drawer for a fresh pair.As she did so a few warm dribbles ran down Camille’s thigh and down the inside of her leg. She sat on the bed and rocked and rubbed trying to hold back the huge flood in her bladder. Leaning over to reach for clean pants Camille saw something that caught her attention...sanitary towels! She quickly pulled one out the packet, tore it open, peeled the sticky part and inserted it into her fresh underwear. At least that might protect from the drips and leaks she was now constantly releasing even against her best efforts. As she stood to pull the pants up a much longer spurt shot out between her thighs and landed right on the sanitary towel. Camille pressed her hand hard between her legs and danced around the room but alas another even longer spurt escaped again and Camille could feel the protection damp against her now swollen and red vaginal lips. If only she could just use the bathroom...NOW... ‘Honey that’s dinner ready!’ Quickly Camille peeled the damp towel out, folding it around itself and pushed it back into the wrapper. She hid it in her knickers drawer before immediately inserting another towel. She just hoped that would be enough to keep any leaks hidden as she tried holding the rest of her bladder’s contents through dinner. She grabbed herself again and leaned over the edge of the bed with the bed frame wedged between her legs and rocked. Oh she so badly had to urinate...so very badly indeed! ‘On my way honey!’ As Camille lifted her leg back over the bed frame she felt pee pour into the pad more and more. She stood with her legs apart, pulled up her dress and pulled down her underwear as she watched herself pee into her own knickers and sanitary towel. She watched as the towel changed colour as it soaked up her urine then she squeezed hard as she cut the flow, tearing the second towel out and rolling it up like the first, this one much fuller and wetter than the one before. Frantically she placed a third towel in her knickers and released more until it too was soggy and heavy. Still very much bursting but at least in a better position to wait she placed a forth clean towel in her pants, pulled her underwear fully up, brushed her dress down and headed downstairs for dinner with her husband. Throughout dinner Camille squirmed, crossed her legs, pressed her thighs tightly together and swung her legs under the table. Finally the plumber came downstairs, her husband paid and he left. As her husband saw him off Camille sneaked upstairs, sat on the toilet finally and taking a deep breathe let out the rest of her bladder. It felt heavenly to finally go but before she washed her hands she remembered to collect the three soaking used sanitary towels, binning them first so they would never be seen. She loved her husband but it didn’t bear thinking about imagining him finding she had wet herself because she couldn’t go to the toilet because it was broken.
  8. Denied permission: Dana looked around anxiously for the store cameras as she browsed the dresses in the department store for the third time that day. There was a thrill to just walking out a store without paying but there was also so much skill involved too. Taking the chosen dress and another decoy outfit on top she headed confidently to the changing rooms. Dana had done this so many times. She knew exactly where to hide things, what could be worn were and how to make sure she wasn’t caught. It made her heart race with excitement as she hid the dress inside her jumper so the young girl at the changing rooms only counted one item to try on. Once in the fitting room Dana striped to her underwear, checked the garment over thoroughly for any security tags then tried it on, tucking the dress inside her underwear then carefully pulling her jeans back on and heading to the till to pay for the top that was in the sale. Dana was feeling sure of herself as she walked out of the shop and into the shopping centre then walked towards the exit. She couldn’t wait to get home and hang up her prize, adding it to the numerous other stock she had gathered from other shops in recent months. It wasn’t her fault she liked things out of her price range and it served the shops right for overpricing things anyway. She felt totally justified in her actions and was proud of her achievements. Walking through the revolving doors Dana felt a tap on her shoulder. Terrified, she tried running but with the door moving slowly she was trapped. Her arm was grabbed firmly and Dana knew she had been caught. In the police station Dana remained silent. She knew the drill and she wasn’t prepared to say anything that could be used in evidence. ‘No comment’ was her answer for everything as she protested against the force being used as question after question was shouted at her. She was known to the police anyway, a long list of offences against her name but she also knew she would still likely get released yet again and at the end of the day she would do it again. Taken to a cell Dana sat alone as the noise of the bolts closing echoed in her ear. It didn’t frighten her anymore, not like it did the first time. She also knew that because of human rights she would get something to eat and drink at government expense so there were definite perks to the situation. Sure enough water and a sandwich were there within the hour and handed through the bars. Dana consumed both and left the cup and wrapper on the floor, squashing them with her feet. An hour passed and Dana tried lying on the hard bench. She’s been searched and the dress removed and now her jeans felt a little loose but still uncomfortable on the hard bench. She shut her eyes and let her mind wander. She must have dosed as she woke with a start, suddenly in dire need of a bathroom. She ran to the bars of the holding cell and shouted out. ‘Hey! Someone needed here urgently!’ Danny wandered down to check on Dana. He knew her well and even though she was half his age he secretly fancied her. Sure she was rough and ready, a known drug user and drinker and clearly having had a troubled past, but something about her soft golden hair, her young slender body and her brazen attitude was sexy and appealing. He had a rapport with Dana but he refused to let that affect how he treated her. ‘Yes madam?’ ‘Listen I really need to pee here. You gonna let me out and escort me to the toilet?’ ‘Now madam you know I can’t do that! You know it needs to be one of my female colleagues and unfortunately they are all currently busy. I will note your request though and get someone down to you as soon as possible. Anything else I can do for you?’ ‘Is that effin’ solicitor of mine here yet? Go on! You know I won’t run or nought but God I need to pee!’ ‘I will check on your solicitor and get back to you. Now if you settle down quietly I will be back as soon as I can. Be good for once man eh?’ Danny winked at Dana who had both hands on the bars and was marching on the spot dramatically. Dana grimaced back. ‘I really am bursting Constable.’ She said softly. ‘I can see that.’ Danny walked back to reception and updated the log. He checked the details of Dana’s solicitor and gave them a courtesy call. It went to answer machine on his mobile so Danny left a brief message. He looked around for any female officers but no-one was around so he carried on with everything else he had to do, his mind wondering how Dana might be doing. Dana paced the cell frustrated and bursting. She’d had a drink at Wetherspoons at lunchtime with some mates and then another with the sandwich earlier. She checked her watch seeing it was now 7:15pm and thinking she now faced a full night in the cells again. It wasn’t comfortable but it was warm and dry and definitely not the worst place she had slept. But right now she absolutely needed to pee! She grabbed between her legs and returned to the bars shouting louder. ‘Hey come on! I need help!’ She couldn’t see much but she could hear a number of male voices and shouting. It appeared no-one could hear her. ‘Hey! Hey! Someone! Anyone! I need attention here!’ Danny took the details of the next detainee as best he could as he swore, spat and shouted throughout. He was sure he could hear Dana shouting again but over the other noise it was impossible to know for sure. He escorted his colleagues to the cell and locked the drunken man in as he heard Dana call again. This time Danny was stressed and busy and he couldn’t chat. ‘What is it?’ ‘I’m desperate for the toilet! Come on it’s been ages! You can’t leave me like this! Come on!’ ‘Sorry mam I can! Until there is a female officer free there’s nothing I can do. I will note your request and let you know when someone is free.’ And at that he walked away leaving Dana still holding herself. The pressure Dana felt was relentless and strong.she couldn’t keep still and her legs impulsively squeezed, pushed, bounced, jumped and scissored in and out as her bladder ached to piss. She stood with her back firm against the wall pressing tightly between her legs with her hands, the crotch seam of her jeans pressing tight against her thong. That would work for a few minutes but then she paced around the cell which worked for a short time then she tried sitting down on the edge of the bench rubbing and rocking. Nothing helped much at all as Dana became more and more agitated and angry. ‘I need to pee for fucks sake! What’s taking so long? They can’t keep denying me access to a toilet?’ But they did as Dana fidgeted and squirmed openly in the cell, even undoing her jeans and putting a hand tight over her vagina which tingled furiously for release. She stamped her feet and banged against the walls in need as she fought against the battle in her bladder. ‘Oh my God I am so gonna piss myself! Come on! This is crazy! I just really have to pee here!’ Dana wasn’t sure she could hold much longer as she stood once again at the bars, her legs tightly crossed. For all her bravado she hated to do this but it was an emergency! ‘Will someone please come and let me out of here before I piss myself! Come on! I’m bursting’, she screeched loudly. A minute or so latter Danny approached again. ‘Mam would you quieten down please! You are causing a disturbance. I am well aware of your situation and I have told you I have noted it down. Now there is nothing else I can do I am afraid. You can’t go until a female colleague is available and they are all currently busy.’ ‘But, but I will piss myself. Honestly. This is ridiculous! I mean I have been holding for ages now and....oh come on can’t you just take me? Please. It’s an emergency here!’ Danny couldn’t help staring as Dana squirmed openly as he caught sight of her lace thong through her open jeans even with her had continually squeezing and rubbing herself. ‘You better not pee yourself there mam. For one I don’t have the staff at present to secure you while I clear up and secondly we need a sample when you do go. So just wait ok!’ There was no way Dana was giving a sample. She had too much to hide to allow that and right now she didn’t even care about any mess. All she cared about was releasing. Another strong contraction hit suddenly and Dana found herself almost crying. ‘I...I can’t hold on much longer. Honestly Constable!’ Danny got close to the cell and stared at Dana as he whispered. ‘Just try’ Dana was so desperate her bladder hurt and she could see desire in the officer’s eyes. She screamed back: ‘I AM bloody trying but I can’t hold this! I can’t! I have to pee before I burst!’ Another strong contraction caused Dana to double over forwards holding her bladder. With Danny still standing right by the bars, his eyes glued on Dana, she gave him a sight he knew he would never forget. Dana could feel her urethra give way as her muscles threatened collapse. In an instance she grabbed at her jeans and pulled them down, crouched down in front of the bars pushing her thighs forwards as she grabbed the bar with her hand. With her other hand she pulled the tiny gusset aside of her thong and relaxed as a current of warm light yellow urine arched through the bars and landed on the corridor outside the cell. Even taking a step back Danny could feel his polished black shoes get splashed and drops of urine splash onto his black work trousers. Frozen in wonder and awe Danny stood against the corridor wall as Dana pissed for well over a minute, powerfully and sexually until she dripped a few final dribbles onto the floor by her cell as she moaned in relief. ‘So there’s your precious sample Mr! Serves you right for denying me a toilet doesn’t it!’ And at that Dana made herself decent again and sat quietly and innocently on her cell bench until she was next checked twenty minutes later, this time by a female officer who asked quietly if she still wanted to use the bathroom. Dana went anyway, knowing the next time she might need one she could be denied again. She didn’t mention the sample and neither did the officer. Neither did she mention the fact she had been denied a toilet earlier though she planned to tell, her solicitor tomorrow for sure. That’s if he ever bothered to show up!
  9. Holding a full bladder squirming like crazy in shorts and t-shirt IMG_1783.MOV
  10. Reasons she couldn’t go: Locked door Ishami stepped out her Audi with an air of authority about her. As personnel manager she was used to being obeyed and took control easily. Smart, professional, focussed and pig minded she was equally hated and respected by those she worked with. She walking into the unfamiliar building as if she owned it, creating a presence wherever she went. Ishami coughed impatiently at the young receptionist as she ended a call. ‘Hi, can I help you?’ ‘About time! Yes you CAN help me by letting me through right now! Don’t you know who I am?’ ‘Sorry mam! Do you have your lanyard ID please?’ ‘Oh for goodness sake! Here!’ Isami did at least call back a brief thanks as she pushed open the door and followed the signs for boardroom 1. The hallway was broad and long but Ishami was single minded and pushed down the handle of boardroom 1 and walked in confidently, her heels clicking on the tiled floor. She set to work right away setting up her laptop and connecting it to the projector on the table, using the internal phone to book refreshments and jugs of iced water and running through her slides to make sure everything was perfect. Before long the rest of her colleagues arrived, chatting, shaking hands and greeting each other. Ishami had already poured herself a large iced water and had drank half of it before the others arrived and now set about pouring herself some juice as she opened a window slightly to let in some cool air. Ishami called everyone to sit down and started the meeting by welcoming everyone and explaining the agenda which had been sent by email previously and was unfortunately longer than hoped as others had added important discussion points in that last few days. Ever the thorough and strong leader Ishami had allowed the amendments and intended to make everything clear before the meeting ended. She went through the fire arrangements and added that since the room was only booked for three hours and they had a lot to get through that unfortunately there would be no official break but that people could slip out in an emergency. As chair Ishami opened the meeting and preceded to work through every point in the agenda presenting slides, allowing presentations from others and issuing hand out when necessary, all the time sipping water and juice to keep her voice from drying out. Charismatic, enthusiastic and strict Ishami found leading and presenting natural though she did have a tendency to talk more than perhaps necessary. Water, juice and small cakes were consumed freely as everyone paid attention dutifully to both Ishami and anyone else speaking. It wasn’t until over an hour and a half into the meeting that anyone dared slip out and the look from Ishami said it all. Whilst she had verbally said it was ok to do so her mannerism and control very much hinted that it was shunned, thought by two hours in another two had briefly slipped out too and quietly came back in without disturbing the flow. Ishami drew a look of disgust at the latest person to leave though this time with more than a hint of jealousy as she would happily have slipped out herself had it been possible. She looked at the three glasses now empty in front of her and tapped her foot under the large table. Another colleague was giving a regional update and Ishami crossed her ankles under her large chair at the head of the table and tapped her toes on the floor. She longed to cross her legs but with a tight suit dress on and thin flesh tights this wasn’t practical or possible so she did what she could to help her body hold what was an ever growing amount of liquid in her bladder. The last hour of the board meeting dragged in for Ishami who regretted not finding or using the toilets before starting the meeting. She’d been too focussed on getting everything set up perfectly she hadn’t even thought to ask the receptionist where they were though she vaguely recalled perhaps seeing some on the long hallway. Ishami tried drawing the long meeting to a close as her body fought inside her, her fitted dress feeling tight and her vagina wet and throbbing. The only outward sign of her need though being a slight restlessness in her seat and the tapping of her shoes on the floor. ‘And finally any other business?’ Ishami breathed a sigh of relief when after a minutes silence it appeared that nothing more needed discussed and so she summarised the outline of the meeting and assured everyone that minutes would be with them within the week and that she would subsequently be checking on all points raised and actions required. She dismissed the meeting hoping all those in attendance would leave quickly so she could find a ladies. Determined to remain professional she unplugged her laptop from the projector, tidied away her notes and closed and put away her computer. All the while her body pushing, yearning and pleading to be released from the burden of her over full bladder which ached for relief. Normally Ishami hated leaving a board meeting first but today her colleagues were lingering and chatting more than she could bear so she made her apologies and excuses and headed with her bag to find the toilets urgently. Knowing most, if not all, of those in the meeting had used them during the long three hours she had chaired the meeting she assumed they had to be nearby. She scanned every room as her body fought to hold back the flood inside her, taking fast but cautious steps and moving continuously. Finally she found the toilet and pushed the door. Locked. She tried again. Nothing. Then she noticed a fob on the door. Damn it needed a code! She moved from foot to foot on the carpet furiously as her urethra threatened to burst. Just then two colleagues from the meeting came down chatting and laughing. Ishami longed to ask them where they had used the toilet and if they knew the code but felt far too embarrassed having had a go at both during the meeting earlier. She pretended to talk on her phone as they walked past as she continued to pad from foot to foot and squeeze her thighs tightly. The tingling was so strong Ishami longed to hold herself as she bent slightly forward as another urgent wave hit. Then another delegate from the meeting walked towards her, someone Ishami respected and who had a similar work ethic to herself. Ishami bit her lip, feeling her face redden with embarrassment as she quietly mustered the courage to talk to Marcella as she past. ‘Emmm. Marcella, you ummmm don’t happen to know the code for the toilet do you? I noticed you slip out earlier and I was emmm...just wondering?’ ‘Oh wait a minute. I put it somewhere when the receptionist gave me it when I signed in. Did she not give you it too?’ Ishami thought back to how rude she had been to the receptionist and her anger at not being given the toilet code made her frustrated and flustered. ‘Emmm I can’t recall it. If you have it handy that would be great.’ Marcella rummaged through her bag as Ishami tried valiantly to hide how badly she needed to urinate. She had an image to keep up, a professional demeanour, a stance that couldn’t be harmed. Yet the pressure between her legs was now relentless as she pulled one foot over the other and bent forward a little. ‘Sorry Ishami I seem to have lost it. I’m sure reception will let you have it though?’ Marcella walked on leaving Ishami standing outside the locked door sweating. Ishami power walked behind Marcella clenching her teeth and tightening her kegal muscles as much as she possibly could. As she pushed the swing door that lead to reception Ishami could hear the young receptionist once again on the phone. This time she felt it wrong and unfair to interrupt her despite being minutes from peeing herself. The receptionist looked up at Ishami with caution in her eyes but continued talking. Ishami curled her toes in her high heels shoes and shifted from foot to foot, sweating and anxious. The receptionist held two fingers up to signal she would be with Ishami in two minutes as the professional Indian lady paced and looked around frantically for a ladies. Tears formed at the back of Ishami’s eyes as still the receptionist continued her phone call. She took a step nearer the counter and placed a hand on it leaning against it as she tensed every muscle possible. The pressure was now unbearable as a dribble leaked into her lace trim knickers. In absolute desperation Ishami rummaged in her bag for paper and pen and scribbled a note. ‘Do you have the code for the bathroom please. It’s urgent!’ The receptionist looked at the note and smiled sarcastically at Ishami who by now could not even stand still such was her need. After what felt like an eternity she was finally handed a card with the code and Ishami rushed through the swing doors and along the corridor to the toilet as more and more colleagues headed the opposite direction. ‘Did you forget something Ishami?’ But Ishama couldn’t answer. She could hardly dare breathe as she felt more wetness in her knickers as her body could hold back no longer. As she stood outside the bathroom, colleagues looking on in wonder and her hand sweating trying to key in the code a loud whoosh caught the attention of everyone in the corridor as urine gushed down Ishami’s leg soaking her fitted dress, thin flesh tights and splashing in her high heeled shoes. With eyes glued on her Ishami pushed the door open and stood inside leaning back on the closed door frozen in embarrassment as shame. Smart, professional, focussed and pig minded she may be but here she was absolutely drenched in her own warm urine all because she could go to the toilet due to a locked door.
  11. I woke with a seriously full bladder but the only bathroom was in use. I sleep in just my knickers so this is me desperate and holding a very urgent need to pee in just my underpants IMG_1650.MOV
  12. Yearning Yvette The phone rang and Yvette answered immediately. Max was panicking and Yvette could hear Zeta moaning in the background. ‘I’m on my way!’ Yvette drove as quickly as possible to Zeta and Max’s third floor tenement flat, adrenaline pumping at the thought of the night ahead. Second babies often arrived quicker than first ones and from what Max had said Zeta’s contractions were already just four minutes apart. Even after seven years as a community midwife every birth was still something incredible and exciting. Yvette carried everything she needed up the three flights of stairs, avoiding the lift as it’s shuddering, creaking doors terrified her. She knocked on the door and was welcomed in by an excited little Joshua in his pyjamas and a sweating anxious dad, Max. ‘Come in Yvette. Zeta’s in the living room!’ ‘Do you know if her waters have broken Max?’ ‘I’m....I’m not sure...she’s just crying and pushing and pacing so much. It’s just so different from the last time. Come in!’ Yvette followed Max as the toddler followed behind pulling at her leg as he did so. Yvette found Zeta leaning on the windowsill bent forward breathing through another contraction wearing a short strapless top and a knee length floating skirt. Yvette checked Zeta over and as her pain eased she guided her to the couch so she could examine her. Five centimetres dilated but her waters were unbroken and Yvette checked Zeta’s pulse, blood pressure and temperature and asked her more details on when the contractions started and how long they were lasting. Before Zeta could answer another contraction hit and Yvette gave Max instructions to fetch some clean towels, some glasses of cold water and a wet cloth. Max listened and fetched the items with his young toddler in tow. Zeta paced the room breathing through the pain as Yvette guided her until the contraction eased again. The toddler cried for mummy and Zeta bend to kiss his head. ‘Max it’s late. I think you should settle Josh to sleep. He’s tired and I need to concentrate. Thanks honey.’ Yvette smiled at Max and nodded. ‘It could be a while yet. I think it’s probably best for mum. I won’t let you miss anything.’ While Max settled his son to sleep in another room Yvette supported his wife as her contractions remained steady every four minutes then extended to five before easing back to six an hour later. More checks showed progress was steady, though slow. Zeta was now six and a half centimetres dilated and when Yvette checked baby’s heartbeat it remained strong. Max returned three quarters of an hour later looking tired and worried. ‘I didn’t think it would be so long this time?’ ‘Don’t worry Max. Sometimes it takes a little longer. Some babies are in a hurry like Joshua and others, like this little one, just want to take their time. Everything is progressing well and Zeta here is doing amazing. I wouldn’t mind a cup of tea though if you don’t mind?’ ‘Oh honey could I have some more Jacobs crackers with peanut butter please? It’s ok to eat isn’t it?’ ‘Of course! You need to keep your strength up. Keep drinking too. You need to stay hydrated throughout.’ ‘I’m trying Yvette. I finished that water already’ ‘Good girl’ And at that another contraction hit and Zeta moaned and cried as the pain and pressure intensified and she leaned once more on the windowsill and bend over. ‘Yvette! Yvette! I really need the toilet!‘ Yvette grabbed a towel and ran over to Yvette, hitching her dress up and removing her pants just in time for a sudden whoosh as urine and water burst from beneath the girl’s parted legs at force. Max stared in disbelief at the sight before him as he walked in with a mug of tea and some crackers for his wife. Zeta cried. Max stood wide eyed. ‘Oh my God Zee! I’ve never seen anyone piss that amount ever!’ ‘Max that’s her waters breaking. It means baby is on way now!’ Max stood there staring in awe at the soaked towel and his knickerless wife bend over with her behind on show. Had she not been in labour with their second child he could very easily have fucked her she looked so gorgeous, but right now he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to think or do as his wife panted and moaned in pain. Yvette did more checks and was delighted to see that things were continuing to progress and all was going well. She’d been there two hours now but that was the nature of the job. The tea was so welcome though and she had it drunk in no time at all. Despite the lateness of the time Yvette remained wide awake and diligent as Zeta continued in labour as the contractions remained stable every few minutes. Max, however, seemed lost and stressed so Yvette kept him busy by getting him to put the towels from the floor in the wash and getting more glasses of water for his wife and Yvette. She was also grateful when he brought some biscuits too. In her days at hospital Yvette would have been glad of a break by now as her bladder signalled a need to pee. Alone as a sole midwife on a home delivery that wasn’t an option though so Yvette ignored her own need and continued to provide excellent care for the mum to be. Finally another hour later and Zeta reached the illusive ten centimetres dilated and she sat on the floor with her knees up and feet in the floor, towel beneath her, as she pushed against another contraction. Yvette moved to the floor beside her grateful to be able to move around more as her own bladder definitely wanted emptied now. She couldn’t leave a mum in this position though so her own need would have to wait, even though she yearned for five minuets to use the toilet. Baby struggled a bit and Yvette monitored the heartbeat closely getting anxious that an emergency trio to hospital might be the next option or having to use aids to assist. But Zeta pushed well and finally Yvette could feel the head emerging. Yvette found it hard to have a hand, covered by a glove, inside another woman’s wet and open vagina feeling right into her womb as her own body fought valiantly in the same area. The irony of how open, relaxed and wet one woman’s pelvic area was compared to how tense and tight the other was wasn’t lost on Yvette who tried not to think of her own bursting bladder while the mum she was caring for was minutes away from giving birth. ‘Right Zeta. You can do this. I can feel the head so with the next contraction I need you to push as much as you can. Ok? You are doing brilliant. It’s almost over now.’ Less than a minute later and Zeta screamed and panted as another long and strong contraction hit as Max watched on in wonder and Yvette wriggled and held her hands between another woman’s legs to steady baby’s head. Sure enough a head of hair came closer and closer to Yvette’s hands as closed eyes covered in slippery blood and two ears pushed through then paused. Yvette checked baby could get air as her palm held the baby’s head steady. ‘You’re almost there Zeta! Keep pushing.’ Pushing was something Yvette absolutely couldn’t do though as her own urethra pounded and her heart paced as excitement of the imminent birth encompassed Yvette combined with a huge yearning and need to empty her now obviously full bladder. ‘Max it might help if you held her hand. Maybe even counted through the next contraction?’ Max took his wife’s hand and stroked her forehead though his eyes refused to leave the extraordinary scene between his wife’s legs. Sure he had been at his sons birth but it was in hospital surrounded by doctors and nurses, clinical, clean and at a distance. This was something else. To be this close to seeing his new child, this was raw and pure and miraculous. With the next push a beautiful baby girl full of dark black hair appeared and Yvette helped Max cut the cord while she immediately checked the babies vital signs and mum’s observations too. The first cry had all three adults crying too and Yvette cleaned and covered the baby and handed her to Max as she instructed Zeta to push again. ‘No! It’s only one! Please tell me it’s not twins?’ Yvette laughed, though she had to quickly squeeze between her legs with her hand as she did so, hoping Max was too engrossed in the baby to notice. ‘It’s just the placenta Max. Nothing to worry about. I just need that safely out next.’ ‘Oh yeah...I forgot that bit. Oh Zee she’s just perfect. So perfect. See her nose...she’s got your nose..’ Zeta pushed as Yvette saw the placenta come out as she checked it was complete and healthy before policing it carefully on a tray and placing it aside. She cleaned Zeta up and got her clean pants and a maternity pad wishing as she did so that she had such a pad on so she could perhaps allow her muscles to relax and let go of all the pee inside her that yearned to be out. Oh she so urgently had to pee! Yvette checked the time and filled in details of the time of birth and location on official forms before gently checking over baby and weighing her. ‘A very healthy 3.2 kilos! Well done Zeta! You were outstanding! She’s perfectly healthy and all yours.’ Yvette crossed her legs as she handed the beautiful bundle to her mum. She looked at the loving couple, sitting on the floor beside each other, backs resting on the back of the couch with their new child in mum’s arms. She desperately wanted to ask if she could use their bathroom before leaving but it just somehow would spoil the moment so she packed her bag and smiled as she gently and quietly said goodbye. ‘I’ll pop over tomorrow and check on you both Zeta. Well done. She’s beautiful. You stay there. I can let myself out. Make sure and get some rest tonight both of you. Any problems or concerns you have my number. Call me anytime.’ And at that she made her way out of the flat, over five hours since she had entered it and made her way quietly down the three flights of stairs, grabbing between her legs as she did so, grateful for trousers and not a skirt. Alone in her car in the pitch black in the middle of the night Yvette used a hand to press firmly between her legs. She yearned for a bathroom, to be able to relax and pee after being bursting for hours. Yes there was a euphoria of delivering a baby but finally getting to pee after holding so long would be equally euphoric too. Thankfully the traffic was quiet, as expected at 3am, and Yvette slipped quietly into her own house, hung up her coat and ran to the under stair toilet feeling dribbles threatening to leak as she did. It would be another close call! Yvette sat on the cold toilet seat in the dark and sighed contentedly as her body relaxed finally and gave in to its yearnings. The splash of urine seemed insubordinately loud in the middle of the night but Yvette had to go so badly she couldn’t stop. She smiled thinking of Zeta and Max as she couldn’t help but touch herself between her legs feeling her own urethra and Swollen vaginal lips and clitoris just as she had felt someone else’s an hour previously. Nothing felt better than a vagina she thought, especially a wet open one like her own. Suddenly she yearned for something else and despite the late hour and pitch darkness she needed to fulfil that yearning too. So she did and ended her night on a triple high: a longed for healthy baby, a longed for huge long pee and a brilliant orgasm too. The icing on the cake came the following day when Yvette visited Max and Zeta and heard that their beautiful baby had been named Lachtara...Greek for longed for, greatly desired; yearning. No name suited better really.
  13. Wriggling Wyatt Wyatt sat in the waiting area, the only male there. He wanted this job badly but knew his chances of success were lower than average both as a male and because of the colour of his skin. Yet he had the qualifications and the experience so he was determined to give it 100%. His mouth was dry so he opened his bottle of water and sipped steadily as each name was called through one by one. He adjusted his neck tie and wiped his suit trousers. Finally his name was called and he headed through for part 1: the interview. Wyatt confirmed his details and showed identification and was then offered tea or coffee, accepting a coffee gratefully. It was a three panel interview and Wyatt was pressed heavily, but despite being extremely nervous he felt pleased with how he performed. An hour and a half later and he was taken by one of the interviewers to another room where a few other interviewees sat nervously waiting too. The room had tables and chairs and a few of the others were making polite conversation but Wyatt felt different so he sat alone looking through the notes he had been given. He crossed his legs lightly feeling a bit of a need for a bathroom but putting it down to nerves. Another person was brought to the room and sat near Wyatt but said nothing. Ten nervous minutes passed before someone else came to the door and called out a few names and the relevant people gathered their things and filed out the room, leaving Wyatt and just three others alone. The atmosphere was tense and nervous and Wyatt did wonder if he could maybe slip out and find a bathroom before his name was called but just as he gathered his notes and suits jacket to stand up someone came to the door and called his name as well as the others. Wyatt followed the man down a long corridor and into another larger room where the delegates were asked to sit around a large table and help themselves to light refreshments and drinks. Wyatt opted for orange juice and a small sandwich and biscuit as his stomach churned with nerves still. With the change of room and circumstances Wyatt temporarily forgot about his bladder as he slowly drank his juice and ate the refreshments until a number of well dressed people arrived and sat at the table indicating to the delegates to do likewise. For the next hour and a half Wyatt engaged fully in what turned out to be a role playing situation as he tried his utmost to impress and show his skills whilst becoming increasingly aware of his filling bladder. He just hoped that at the end of the session he’d have a chance to use the toilet. It certainly didn’t feel appropriate to interrupt the role play to ask for a break so he wriggled, crossed his legs and squeezed to bide some time. Finally that part came to a close and one of the leaders explained what was happening next. Each delegate was to have some individual time completing an online questionnaire in a room alone to ensure there was no discussions or collaboration between delegates. Whilst one person completed it the others would be allowed a break to freshen up and get some fresh air. Wyatt breathed a sigh of relief sensing a much needed lavatory break was finally coming. He’d been holding quite some time and was so looking forward to getting to relax in front of a toilet. ‘In order of fairness we have decided to take candidates in reverse alphabetical order by forename. This means that Wyatt Jamalli, you are first sir. If you would follow me please and Helen will take the rest of you back to the room where you may help yourself to more tea/coffee, use the toilets or get some fresh air and we will call each of you through in order. We appreciate your patience and thank you all for your time so far.’ Wyatt was sure he would at least be offered a toilet break first too. Surely he had to. He wanted to ask but it felt rude and inappropriate as the person leading him hadn’t spoken a word since they had left the others. Wyatt was shown into a much smaller room where a computer was set up on an otherwise empty desk and a swivel office chair sat in front of it. The computer was switched on and set up with the screen displaying some sort of log in. The smartly dressed woman who had brought Wyatt to the room issued him with a card which had log in details on. ‘If you use this to log in please. Just start whenever you are ready. For security I should let you know that you will be watched while you complete this, no video or photos may be taken in the room and when the questionnaire is complete please press submit on the screen and someone will come and get you. You will then be taken back to the main entrance where you will be free to go. You will hear the results of your interview within three days. Good luck.’ And at that she left and closed the door. Wyatt desperately wanted to ask if he could possibly use the gents first but the door was closed before a word was even out his mouth. He had no idea how to get back to the main entrance or to where the others were, so he resigned himself to having to hold his bladder for at least another half hour. He hoped the questionnaire would take his mind off how badly he had to go. Wyatt put his suit jacket over the back of the chair and sat down, wriggling immediately as his bladder sent another urge to be emptied. He logged in using the codes given to him and began answering the questions to the best of his ability. Concentrating was difficult as fidgeted and squirmed more and more forgetting that he was being watched the whole time. The questions were in depth and required extensive answers which were making Wyatt frustrated and stressed. ‘Oh man! I so have to piss!’ Wyatt rocked on the chair, wiggling constantly from side to side and forwards and backwards, one hand pressing against his penis as he tried typing answers one handed. Getting increasingly worried he might piss himself he stood up typing one handedly as he pee danced and grabbed himself tightly. He knew he was risking losing out on a high paid and sought after job but the pressure in his bladder and between his legs was so intensive and overwhelming Wyatt was sweating and swearing under his breath. ‘Fucking hell man, this is BAD. I have to fucking piss so badly I’m never going to make it out dry!’ Wyatt could feel tears forming at the back of his eyes. His bladder was bloated making his suit trousers tight and his shirt was wet with sweat. His vision was blurred by sheer desperation that reading the questions and typing the answers was becoming harder and harder. Yet until he finished and pressed submit Wyatt was stuck in the room alone with no option of a bathroom anywhere. So he sat back on the seat swinging his legs and wriggling as he tried forming sentences as best he could. Finally he came to the last question and he almost cheered as the elusive ‘submit’ button appeared on screen at last. Wyatt pressed the button and sat with both hands pressed at his crotch, bend forward, wriggling frantically waiting for someone to return. Less than a minute later the door was pushed open by a very red faced smartly dressed lady in high heels, tights and a black dress suit. ‘Well done. I wasn’t sure you would cope with that but it seems, from what I could see anyway, that you did very well indeed. Now if you follow me I will escort you to the main entrance Mr Jamalli where you can sign out. Emmm...would you like me to show you the gents first though?’ ‘Oh God yes please! Please please tell me it’s not far..too much coffee...long day...sorry this is embarrassing...’ ‘It’s fine Mr Jamalli. I errr....I could see you have been struggling....actually there’s a toilet right next door...you could have went anytime during the questionnaire...I thought you had seen the sign on the way in...I’ll wait here for you...’ Wyatt wriggled some more on the chair with both hands still tightly wedged at his crotch as a squirt shot out against his will. He undid his trousers hook and raced out the room and into the toilet next door where he only just made it. He returned to a very red faced, well dressed, lady sitting wriggling on the very same seat he had just got up from. ‘Oh you’re back Mr Jamalli! I’d better show you out now. Good luck sir. I really hope you get the job. We could do with more determined, strong, focussed people like yourself here. Maybe we shall, meet again? It’s just along here then first right and if you hand your visitor pass to reception they will sign you out. Thanks again for coming today. You will here from the company soon. Wyatt did hear from the company. They offered him a trial which he accepted though he didn’t see the well dressed lady again.
  14. Disclaimer: writing this with a full bladder does anyone else ever wonder how other people don’t find a full bladder to be a huge turn on? How can someone not enjoy the tingling, the pressure, the fullness, the squirming, the wriggling, the squeezing, the having to tighten everything, the sense of urgency and thumping of your urethra between your legs? how can someone feel all that sloshing of liquid, the moistness, the rocking, desire to touch yourself so strong, the sense of controlling the uncontrollable, the fidgeting and bouncing and not feel hot, sweaty and aroused? how can someone feel their heart beating fast, the adrenaline rush, the yearning to release, the throbbing in your crotch, the shaking, the way your legs have to keep moving, the damp palms of your hands, the heaviness of your bladder and not liken it to sexual feelings? how can someone experience the mild pain, beautiful uncomfortable feeling, the urgency, desperation and wonderful urges and just see it as an inconvenience or worse still a boring everyday essential that needs over with? there is nothing more sexual, thrilling, exciting, dangerous and fantastic than being absolutely bursting for the toilet...well except seeing others in the same mysterious exciting scenario... anyone concur? see what a full bladder does to me lol
  15. Unfortunate Uri Uriah, known better by his friends and family as Uri, couldn’t wait to see his cousins after 9 long weeks in lockdown. He’d stayed in contact via phone and internet but it wasn’t the same as seeing them in person as he’d spent his childhood and youth with them most days. Being an only child they were more like brothers to him than mere cousins. He had so much in common with them and they all regularly had lads weekends away which Uri was sorely missing too. Not keen on public transport so soon after so many had died from Coronavirus Uri dug his bicycle out of the garage and cycled the four miles to Nile and Andre’s. It was a beautiful sunny day so he put on his royal blue cycling shorts and a loose t-shirt and set off. At first a little wobbly but by the first main road Uri was loving the freedom and exercise after being at home for over two months without the gym. Nile and Andre started the bbq and filled the ice box with drinks. They set up camping chairs in the front garden making sure Uri’s was two metres from theirs. With their elderly parents inside there was no way they could risk bringing any germs or viruses in the house and as much as they looked forward to having Uri over they knew all too well that having him enter the house was not only against government rules but would go against their own common sense in trying to protect their parents. They made sure they had everything they needed including separate cutlery and paper plates so there was no sharing of anything. Unused to cycling Uri took longer than he anticipated to get to the house and arrived sweating and thirsty. It was hard not to hug his cousins or even shake their hands but he rested the bike against their fence and took his seat in the front garden in what was a very familiar house to him. He waved to his uncle and aunt through the front window and opened a can of Fanta gulping it down as he was so thirsty from the cycle over. Uri, Nile and Andre soon relaxed, eating, drinking and laughing together and enjoying being with each other. They had so much to catch up on and conversation flowed easily. None of the young men were overly interested in alcohol, much preferring soft drinks In keeping with their Indian custom and religion. That didn’t hinder them drinking and eating though as a couple of hours passed easily. Uri glanced at his watch as he opened his third can of juice, the warm sunny weather meaning he was much more thirsty than had he been inside. It was gone 2:30pm already which surprised him as time was passing quickly in the presence of family after a long departure. It seemed strange not seeing and chatting to his aunt and uncle inside but Uri asked frequently how they were and smiled as they came to the window once or twice. Not only would he love to hug them, kiss their cheeks and talk to them face to face he also wished he could enter the house to get a break from the sun, but ideally to use their bathroom too. Uri knew exactly where it was. He’s stayed over so often and knew the house as if it was his own. He could close his eyes and visualise the bathroom tiles, the stripes on the shower curtain and the white shell shaped sink. Most of all he could easily visually the clean white toilet with its doll toilet roll holder sitting on top of the cistern and the button on top that you pressed to flush. Uri’s thoughts affected his bladder quite clearly and he crossed his legs on his camping chair. However, when Miles started talking about racing again Uri was back laughing and chatting and forgetting his need again. Then another urge would hit and he’d shift in the chair again, whilst still eating, drinking and chatting. They had been outside hours when Uri noticed Andre had gone quiet. He seemed very distracted and distance with his legs crossed like Uri and his face a little tense. ‘You ok Andre my man?’ ‘Yeah you bet mate. Just all this lockdown stuff on my mind there. I think I’ll just...maybe check on mum and dad a moment if you don’t mind? I’ll be right back.’ At that Andre stood up and briskly headed inside. ‘Mum’s been a bit down some days. She’s missing her friends at the Mandir and the bingo so much. She worries about dad’s health too. And her family in India too. We think it’s hard here but it’s so much worse there you know Uri.’ ‘I know mate. It’s heartbreaking’ Uri had been thinking of heading home. His bladder was uncomfortably full and he really wanted to run into the house and use the bathroom so badly but knew he couldn’t. But it felt rude to leave Nile alone and he was hoping Andre would return soon and let him know how his aunt and uncle were. Five minutes later Andre returned looking much happier and more relaxed than before. ‘How they doing mate? Aunt Fatima ok? What about Uncle Banjeet?’ ‘Yeah they are fine mate. Mum just making tea for them when I passed her. Dad watching TV. I didn’t get to say much really as I had to run to the toilet sorry.’ ‘Oh so glad you said that Andre! I’m sitting here dying for a piss but didn’t want to leave Uri out here himself. Shame he can’t come in isn’t it. Mum would so love to kiss you Uri.’ ‘I know! I’d love to come in. You two are not the only ones with full bladders. You sure I can’t just use your toilet before I go?’ Nile looked at Uri who sat with his legs crossed and knees turned to the side. Nile was moving from foot to foot waiting for Andre to move out the doorway as he moved his eyes from Uri to Andre. ‘Andre and I agreed. We need to stick to the rules Uri. Dad could get so ill. You know mum was so worried when Boris said we could meet now. She’s hardly slept thinking of you coming over and maybe dad catching something. You know how ill he was with the chemotherapy last year.’ ‘I know. I remember. Honestly it’s fine. I’ll head home soon and go there. It’s cool.’ ‘Andre, any chance I could get past you? God I need a wizz with all this juice!’ ‘Oh yeah, sorry.’ Andre sat down chatting to Uri though Uri struggled to stay focussed as his need to go seemed to suddenly increase now he had voiced it to his cousins. ‘So when’s your furlough finishing Uri? You gonna use that bike to get to work now instead of the bus?’ ‘Not sure yet to be honest. Listen I think I’d better head home. Thanks for the food and drink. It’s been amazing seeing you...’ ‘Uri, you can’t go without saying goodbye to Nile! Man he’d go crazy! Just wait until he’s back ok?’ Uri stood up hoping the strong urge to piss might ease a little. Instead it increased and Uri paced the garden as he waited for his cousin to return to say goodbye. ‘Uri you going to be ok to cycle? You look a bit anxious my man?’ ‘I actually don’t know Nile. I’m quite desperate for the toilet to be honest with you. I never really thought about the fact I might need to go and the idea of cycling when I might piss myself is really not appealing at all.’ Uri continued pacing the garden anxiously waiting on Nile returning. ‘Shit man Just thinking about where Nile is right now isn’t helping. I’m thinking...what about if I pissed against the apple tree out the back?’ Andre sat on the camping seat laughing. ‘Uri, you cant get to the tree or the back garden without going through the house can you you idiot! Why do you think we are sitting out here?’ ‘Crap. Never thought about that. Come on Nile. Actually Andre I think I might head just now. Tell Nile I am sorry. I just needed to get home.’ ‘You bad mate? It’s just so unfortunate that you can’t just use our toilet. I know I was dying to go there and pissed for ages. It was such a relief actually.’ ‘Leave it out Andre! You are not helping here. You got a bottle or something?’ ‘No way mate! The garden is open air and there’s people walking past all the time. Even if I did have a bottle you can’t piss out here! I’ll go see if Nile is back and you can get away. Just wait a second ok?’ Uri mounted his bike glad at least for some pressure against his aching crotch. He bounced on the seat a bit anxiously trying to hold back the massive flood that wanted out. Without either cousin watching he cupped his crotch too and rubbed and pinched. Just then both men appeared at the front door. ‘Sorry Uri. It wasn’t for stopping! You know what’s it’s like! Anyway was great to see you. We’ll need to catch up again soon.’ Uri was already heading out the gate as he waved to his family and peddled fast to get home before his bladder could hold back no longer. Uri did his utmost to hold, concentrating and squeezing whilst trying to peddle and steer all at the same time. He couldn’t recall being so desperate in a long time but at least the peddling was pushing his dick about a bit keeping him from pissing everywhere. It wasn’t until Uri dismounted his cycle at his own home and went to return the bike to the garage that things suddenly changed. Now off the bike and standing up Uri experienced a powerful urge and before he could grab himself he felt a strong jet of warm liquid rush through his briefs and seep through his cycle shorts. Anxious to prevent any more wetness Uri grabbed himself tightly as he climbed the back stairs of his house and unlocked the back door. But it was too much and too late as another long jet shot out causing Uri’s hairy legs to drip with urine as all Uri could do was stand upright as his body gave in to urge after urge and hours of holding a busting bladder finally eased as his body relaxed and exploded on his own back door step. Uri turned the key and was just walking in when he heard his neighbour, a young mum who was out hanging her washing and had seen everything, shouting over. ‘Sorry Mr Yosaf. That was rather unfortunate wasn’t it?’ Uri ran inside, embarrassed, ashamed and soaking wet. ‘Damn that stupid rule of not using others toilets. Damn Coronavirus! I can’t believe I pissed myself! Oh the shame!’
  16. Hey guys. Some of you might remember a story of extreme female desperation I posted over a year ago about Karl and his wife Kate, called The Wife Who Had To Hold It. I mentioned at the time that I wanted to come back to these characters to write another story with them sometime later, and well, now's the time to do it I feel. If you haven't read the previous story (it's a good one but very long), it's not necessary to enjoy this story, it only explains a bit of the background between Kate & Karl. ====== Groundhog's Day for Kate, Part #1 If you've read my previous stories about my sexy wife Kate, than you'll know how she's prideful of her bladder of steel. You'll know how Kate is such a big environmentalist that she pees as infrequently as possible to save water on flushing the toilet. That was how I was able to talk Kate into us installing a urinal in our home bathroom. You'll also know how Kate agreed years ago to only let herself take a piss after I had peed in our home urinal 3 times since Kate's last piss. And you'll know how I built up enough of an iron bladder over the years to last over 24 hours without a piss, and therefore deny Kate a piss for several days in a row. Despite how many years me and Kate have been living under the rules of this challenge, I had never been able to crack Kate's bladder once. I've made Kate extremely desperate, and seemingly only seconds away from pissing herself. But never once had Kate lost control of her perfect iron bladder, Kate was always able to hold it until she was finally allowed to pee under the rules of our challenge. Over the years Kate had become quite smug about the fact that I had never once been able to best her iron bladder, even with the rules rigged heavily in my favor. On top of that, Kate always without exception drank 3 gallons of fluids (or more!) in a day as part of her diet, and because we lived in a hot climate. I drank a lot of fluids myself in day, but nowhere near as much as Kate did. Over the years I had tried to challenge Kate to keep on waiting after my 3rd piss until she couldn't wait any longer. But Kate's response was always one of the following, or a combination of them: 1. "You know the rules Karl. If you want to see me wait longer, than you'll have to learn how to hold it in longer". 2. "You'll never break my iron bladder Karl. I'm much too tough a lady and tough of a wife to ever lose control of my iron bladder". 3. "Why would I ever agree to continue to hold it until I can't wait anymore Karl? I like winning, and that's a bet even I would lose, eventually". 4. "Me lose control of my bladder? That'll never happen Karl. I can hold on a lot longer than you think". One day Kate took pity on me after I was forced yet again to take my 3rd piss and let Kate finally empty herself. "If you really want to try to beat my iron bladder Karl, you should try to drink a lot more fluids throughout the day" Kate said as she sat herself on the toilet. "But I already drink a lot of fluids throughout the day Kate" I replied as Kate began to calmly piss a gusher. Though Kate tried to look like she had barely needed to go after over 3 days of holding it, the relief written across her face clearly said otherwise. "But not as much as me Karl, you drink a little more than 2 gallons a day at most, while I always drink 3 gallons a day or more. Try it Karl, keep up with my drinking for a while and give your bladder a workout. Of course you won't be able to hold it as long at first with all those extra drinks Karl, but that'll be your goal to work for to improve your bladder". "Sure you're not just trying to make things easier on yourself for a while Kate" I asked her. "Just the opposite Karl" Kate had replied smoothly as she continued to piss a gusher. "I enjoy challenging myself to hold it even longer. I want you to hold it longer so that I have no choice but to hold it even longer. Besides... maybe it'll help you finally beat me one of these days". At first I didn't listen to Kate's suggestion. But then after some more encouragement and pestering from Kate I decided to try it. It took me several months to work myself up to peeing just once a day again instead of twice a day under my greater liquid intake, but Kate's advice did help a lot. Kate started to drink even more herself throughout the day at the same time. Kate went from drinking 3 gallons a day to drinking closer to 4 gallons a day. While this was going on, I tried to figure out the same thing I had for years. How could I arrange a situation where Kate had no choice but to continue to wait and hold it for hours or even days longer after I took my third piss? I tried to pee at places or times when I knew Kate couldn't or wouldn't pee, like in my last story, but I could never delay her trip to the toilet long enough for me to need to take a 4th piss, let alone for Kate to lost control of her iron bladder. Not even camping trips, far from any kind of public toilets that Kate would use, had been able to break Kate's iron bladder in the past. One day however a new tactic dawned on me. I didn't have to try to arrange situations to endlessly stall Kate's much needed visit to the toilet when she was allowed to go under our rules. Instead, I could use Kate's own pride to keep her waiting if I pushed her buttons just right at the right opportunity. That opportunity came one day on a Sunday evening. I had been holding it for the last 24 hours, and I had been quite desperate since the mid-afternoon. But finally, by 9 PM, after 24 hours of holding it, I couldn't wait any longer. This piss would be my 3rd piss since Kate had last peed, which was one reason Kate came to the bathroom to watch as I whipped my cock out and started to piss a gusher in the urinal. Just standing in the bathroom, next to the inviting white toilet bowl, and watching me piss a gusher in the urinal next to it was surely torture on Kate's bursting iron bladder. Kate had last taken a piss on Thursday evening at 9 PM, which was almost exactly 72 hours ago. On top of that, Kate hadn't bothered to take her 4 inch high heel shoes off, so her painful footwear was surely only adding yet more pressure to her surely exhausted bladder. Our rules technically didn't say that Kate had to stand there and wait for me to finish my piss in the urinal before she could seat herself on the toilet seat and piss her own gusher. But Kate always did it regardless, as if to push herself just a little bit farther each time. For Kate to seat herself on the toilet now before I finished would be admitting weakness in her mind, and Kate's pride couldn't allow that no matter what her bladder said. Kate tried to play the calm & prideful wife with the iron bladder who wasn't dying to be able to release her pent up piss in just a moment. But even so, I caught Kate grimacing out of the corner of my eye as I first started to piss my gusher. Still, despite Kate's extreme desperation after 72 hours of waiting, and the large bladder bulge that was visible, she didn't allow herself to grip her pussy. Nor did she let herself fidget around in desperation as she surely so wanted to. Instead she stood with her arms crossed, and her legs slightly spread. "So Kate, how desperate are you to finally be able to piss your gusher now" I asked. "You must be glad that you can finally piss after 3 long days of waiting". "You must be joking Karl" replied my wife. "You must know by now that I'm such a tough wife that you don't even make it a challenge for my iron bladder anymore". Kate tried to keep her face calm, but I could see the enormous strain on her bladder's sphincter muscles that she was dealing with and trying to hide. Me and Kate had drank a bit of alcohol earlier in the evening, and I had been stroking Kate's pride through it. So Kate's arrogant reply despite the strain already on her iron bladder was exactly as I had expected and hoped for. "Oh come on Kate" I said, "I know your pussy is as eager to piss a gusher as my penis is to be pissing right now. You'll be ripping your jeans and panties down to your knees the second my piss is finished, and you'll already be pissing a gusher even before your butt touches the toilet seat". As I said this I noticed Kate's hands were already starting to unbutton her jeans even as I continued to piss away in the urinal. Kate noticed it to, and stopped, with only the top button undone. I smiled at Kate, knowing she had helped prove my point. Kate looked a bit ticked off at herself for walking right into it. "Oh hush Karl, I am not as eager to piss as your penis is" Kate replied in her prideful tone. "Unlike you and your penis, me and my pussy could still wait and hold it a while longer if we had to". Seeing my chance now, I moved in to try to push Kate to agree to keep waiting even longer. "Well yeah, I'm sure you could wait a couple more hours Kate" I said in my Mr. Reasonable voice. "But there's certainly no way you could keep waiting until tomorrow morning, let alone beyond that, you're much too desperate to pee already Kate". As I hoped for, Kate got a fire burning in her eyes at that statement. "You don't know how tough your wife and her iron bladder is then Karl" Kate said with some anger in her voice now. "I could easily hold it throughout the night, all through work tomorrow, and beyond that point to". My piss finally finished as Kate was talking, but Kate restrained herself and didn't rush to use the toilet the second I finished like she often did. I knew it was now or never to seal the deal as I flushed the urinal. "Well, I guess we'll never know the answer to that Kate" I replied. "Unless you were to agree to continue to hold it, say until I had to take my 4th piss since you last had a pee 72 hours ago". Kate was silent for several seconds now as she glared at me, standing just a few feet away from the inviting white toilet bowl promising her sweet relief now. Kate could have easily resumed unbuttoning her jeans, and sliding them and her panties off so that she could take her urgently needed piss now. But instead Kate stood there, on her painful high heels, with a boiling load of piss still brewing between her legs, and continued to stare into my eyes. I could tell Kate was seriously contemplating what to do in that silence. Finally Kate broke the silence. "You know how a certain lady loves to challenge herself Karl" she said with pride. "My bladder's floodgates will remain sealed, until you have to open your bladder's own floodgates and take a 4th piss since I last had a pee. No matter how long that takes". "Are you sure Kate" I asked playfully now as I put a hand on the raised toilet lid. "Last chance for a certain tough girl to change her mind and pee in a very long time Kate". "My jealous pussy will hate me for it Karl, I have to pee pretty bad already. But yes I'm certain, I'm a tough wife and I can hold it quite a while longer than just 3 days if I have to" Kate replied. I slammed the toilet lid down with finality, to signify Kate's now lost chance to take a much needed pee. "The ladies room is now closed Kate, I sure hope you can wait until it's available next time" I announced with a grin. I pointed at the button on her jeans Kate had undone a moment earlier. "You ought to button that back up Kate, you won't be needing to unbutton it anytime soon now". Kate smiled and nodded her head as she reached down to re-button the top of her jeans. Kate allowed a slight groan to escape her lips as the button re-added a bit of pressure to her bladder. "Oh my" whispered Kate playfully. "I think I made a mistake passing up that toilet Karl. I could really use a piss right about now". Kate 'playfully' gripped her crotch and squirmed for added emphasis. "Is the ladies room still open for a certain desperate lady who hasn't peed in 3 whole days Karl?". "Sorry, but the ladies room is going to be closed for a long while Kate" I replied. "You'll just have to wait until then". "Oh... gosh I sure hope I can wait that long" Kate muttered in pretend nervousness. "You boys sure have it easy being able to unzip and pee almost anywhere... that would really come in handy for me right now". Kate bit her lips as she glanced anxiously at the closed toilet lid, and the urinal she couldn't use. "But I am a lady, so I guess I'll just have to wait. It's a good thing I'm so good at waiting". I grinned at Kate, "I know you've been waiting to pee for 3 days already Kate, you could use a distraction from that desperate need" I said. Kate nodded while shifting her legs around desperately in her high heels. "Well what better distraction than the two of us sharing a pitcher of lemonade together" I asked in a tone that was daring Kate not to say no. Kate knew full well I was challenging her. "I don't think that'll help my poor unlucky bladder Karl" she replied knowingly, "but... you know how much I love lemonade". Lemonade was Kate's favorite drink, which was why I had suggested it over another beverage. Kate was grinning now at the challenge. "I know you don't think I can handle it Karl, but my iron bladder is much tougher than you realize". With that, Kate led the way to the kitchen. Despite the state of her bladder, Kate ended up having 4 of the 6 glasses of lemonade in the 3 liter pitcher. Later as we were getting ready for bed Kate eagerly agreed to some full bladder sex, during which Kate was gripping her pussy and squirming around a lot. My doubt that Kate could last the night, let alone the day tomorrow, must have been written on my face, because as I closed my eyes Kate whispered "I'm stronger than you think Karl, I will hold it for you and your silly bet. Maybe then you'll learn why it's futile to challenge to me and my unbreakable bladder". "Or maybe I'll finally discover that even your bladder has its limits" I whispered back playfully. ===== Groundhog's Day for Kate, Part #2 The next morning me and Kate were awaken at 7 AM by our alarm clock. Kate hadn't peed in 82 hours by now as she got out of bed with her rock hard bladder bulge quite visible in her skimpy lingerie. Kate allowed herself to squirm around a bit and grip her crotch for a moment in desperation as she fought against her urgent need for a morning piss. Kate noticed me standing by the bed staring at her as she stood up and calmly removed her hands from her crotch, stopped squirming, and smiled. "I guess the ladies room is still going to be closed for a while yet isn't it Karl" she asked me playfully. I nodded in agreement. "Certain guys sure can take a while to reopen the ladies room Karl... it's almost... as if they don't want desperate girls like me to pee for a long time". "There's nothing but your own pride preventing you from barging in to use the ladies room anyway Kate" I reminded her. I liked to give Kate an 'out' at times, she never took it, even if she so badly needed it. "No thanks, I'll be good Karl" Kate replied quickly to show that she was still up for the challenge from last night. "I've already waited all day for the last couple of days without giving my poor bladder any relief. I can do it again today if your bladder makes me". Me and Kate soon got dressed for the day. Without any important visitors expected at work today Kate grabbed a fashionable pair of jeans and a business casual shirt. Under normal circumstances with an empty bladder the jeans would fit Kate quite comfortably. But with 82 hours worth of boiling piss contained inside her rock hard bladder bulge I knew the jeans would be a more uncomfortable fit for Kate. But Kate, even with her surely desperate need, was used to wearing clothing too tight around her bladder region. So Kate's body language remained calm, even as she zipped and buttoned her jeans shut. Kate didn't even flinch when she tightened her belt and locked the buckle. And of course Kate finished up the outfit by slipping on a pair of fashionable high heels that she knew full well would torture her aching, bursting bladder all day whenever she stood up or walked anywhere. Without another word between us, me and Kate headed for the kitchen to have some breakfast, as well as share a 3 liter pitcher of spring water. Like we usually did we both had 3 glasses of it over breakfast before it was drained. Before we left for work Kate couldn't help but grab herself a cold bottle of spring water from the fridge, all while I smiled knowingly at her. "Just because I've really gotta pee bad doesn't mean I don't get thirsty Karl" Kate replied with a smile. We arrived at work shortly before 9 AM, by which time Kate had finished draining her bottle of water. Me and Kate kissed each other goodbye and went our separate ways in the office until we got together for lunch at 1 PM. Both of us had our share of drinks in the morning at work. I had 2 large cups of coffee, and 3 bottles of water, which I thought was a lot, until I learned Kate had drank same and an additional bottle of water. By the time we went to lunch I was really needing a piss myself. But of course there was no way I going to, because that would let Kate pee as well, unless I somehow talked her into waiting even longer, which I wasn't going to count on. Kate, despite having gone 88 hours without a piss now, was relatively calm as we went out to lunch together. She even teased me a bit about needing to go 'already' when she caught me squirming in the car. "What's the matter Karl? Don't tell me you need to pee already, it's only been 16 hours for you. I thought you were going to make this a challenge for me". "We'll see about that when I make you piss yourself Kate" I replied good naturedly. "I know you'll be crossing your legs and squirming around underneath the table when you don't think anyone will be looking". "I'd like to see you hold it for three and a half days and only cross your legs under the table a bit" Kate countered. Lunch passed uneventfully. Despite how desperate we both were Kate drank 3 large glasses of soda over lunch, while I had 2. I was still aiming to drink 3 gallons a day, and Kate 4 gallons a day, under our liquid heavy diet, so neither of us had a choice in the matter of not drinking so much. Kate tried to look calm sitting across the table from me, but I could tell from her strained body language that she was having a lot more trouble keeping her full bladder's dam shut then she was letting on. I tried to not let see Kate see just how bad off I was, but I did my share of leg crossing and crotch grabbing under the table. After lunch me and Kate went our separate ways in the office again. I don't know about Kate, since she would never admit it to me, but as the day went on, I knew I was getting more distracted by my giant urge for a piss. It didn't help that I drank another 5 bottles of water in the afternoon at work either. If it wasn't for the knowledge that Kate couldn't pee as long as I held on I would have been sorely tempted to visit the men's room. At the other end of the office, Kate was busy working her way through 6 bottles of water this afternoon. If Kate was alone in her office then I knew she had to be squirming around desperately in her seat from the nearly 4 days she had gone without a pee by now. As 5 PM rolled around I found Kate had helped herself to a can of soda from the vending machine on the way to the car where we both met. "Are you sure that's wise dear, given your predicament" I teased on the way to the car. "It's wiser then however many bottles of water you drank in the afternoon" Kate countered arrogantly. "You'll have to pee soon enough, and then it won't matter how wise or not wise this can of soda is, because I'll be able to pee to". "Well then, maybe you should do the driving if you're so confident I'll pee first" I countered. "After all, if I'll pee first then I must be more distracted by my desperate bladder after nearly 20 hours of waiting then you are from yours after nearly 92 hours of waiting". I could tell by the look in Kate's eyes that she hadn't expected that. Since I almost always drove, Kate was used to being able to sit back and focus her attention on her keeping her boiling piss contained in her bladder whenever we traveled. Kate narrowed her eyes, and took a sip from her can of soda, knowing what I was doing. "That won't be a problem Karl, hand me the keys" Kate replied, pretending to be calm, even though I knew full well she wasn't. I was glad to be able to grip my cock through my pants and pay attention to Kate's body language as she drove us. Kate did surprisingly well at looking calm when we were moving, but I saw her legs shifting around nervously from her desperate urge to pee after almost 4 days without relief. At the first red light when Kate stopped the car I could tell she was about to automatically grab her pussy in desperation. But she remembered who was sitting next to her and stopped before her hands could get there. So Kate grabbed her can of soda instead, and made a show of taking a long sip from it, enough to finish draining it. "What would us ladies ever do about these frequent & long closures of the ladies room if we weren't so good at waiting?" Kate asked me playfully, knowing I was watching her every move for signs of desperation. "Ladies could always use the urinal in the men's room" I suggested. Kate shook her head. "Ladies could also use the bushes alongside their man when we go camping or hiking" I added. "Us ladies don't have the anatomy for either of those things Karl" Kate replied playfully. "That's why our mothers teach us that boys get to pee outdoors, while us ladies have to hold it. And then there's filthy public restrooms, you guys don't mind Karl, you'd go anywhere. But us ladies do mind, so us ladies frequently have to continue to hold it when the ladies room is too filthy, even if we've already been waiting a lot longer then you boys have". "Well, a certain lady could drop the act and admit she has to go when we get home. Surely her own toilet is clean enough for her" I countered playfully. "But us ladies can't even do that either at times" Kate countered. "Sometimes us ladies get back home desperate to pee, only to have to wait even longer because our husbands beat us to the toilet first, even though the husband got to pee multiple times when he was out with the lady". "Then it's a good thing that some of you ladies enjoy putting off your pee, and holding it for several days in a row, isn't it Kate?" I replied with a smile. "Well, if the world conspires to keep us ladies from taking a pee, then why shouldn't I try to enjoy having to hold it all the time?" Kate grinned. When we got back home at 6 PM both me and Kate were dying to pee, with 21 and 93 hours of boiling pee in our bladders separating the us from our last trip to the toilet. But neither of us so much as glanced down the hall towards our only bathroom. Instead I took out a 3 liter pitcher of water and poured us both a glass, while Kate started dinner. Kate could have taken her pair of 4 inch high heels off at any time now that we were home, but she didn't. I think Kate decided a few months ago that she enjoyed the extra challenge her painful high heels were on a full bladder. Despite the high heels that were surely bothering her poor tormented bladder's sphincter muscles, Kate didn't hesitate to quickly down her first half a liter glass of water from the pitcher, and pour herself a second glass. Kate tried to avoid squirming around and gripping her crotch in front of me, with only partial success due to the nearly 4 days she had gone without a pee. But to be fair, I was desperately squirming around probably three times as much as Kate. At this point I knew I wasn't going to best Kate's iron bladder today, she was clearly in much better control of her bladder's situation then I was despite the much longer wait she had. I just wanted to extend Kate's desperate plight as long as I could, and figure out how I could get Kate to agree to skip her pee again if at all possible. By 7 PM both me and Kate had finished dinner, and completely drained the 3 liter pitcher. Both me and Kate had 3 large glasses of the pitcher. Though Kate tried to look tough, I could tell she was really beginning to feel the strain of denying herself relief for the last 94 hours while wearing such tight and uncomfortable clothing. Kate grimaced across the table, but she tried to turn it into a grin when she noticed me watching, all while I saw her hands go underneath the table towards her crotch. At first I thought Kate was gripping her crotch, until I heard the sound of a belt buckle unsnapping. "Does my lovely wife finally have to admit that her bladder isn't as strong as she claims it is and hurry to the toilet for a much needed pee now?" I asked smoothly. "Is it a crime for a girl to want to unwind at the end of a long day by taking her tight belt off?" Kate asked. "Don't worry about your silly bet Karl, I'll hold my pee until you have to pee again, which will be pretty soon I imagine". "I think it's a sign that a lady is nearing her limits if the pressure of the belt is too much for her to bear after 94 hours without a pee" I countered. "But... certain things... might persuade me otherwise". "Certain things Karl?" Kate questioned mockingly. "You're real subtle aren't you? Fetch me a can of soda then, I'll drink it while we watch some television". Our evening was relatively subdued after that for a while, as we watched TV for a few hours. Kate drank her can of soda, as well as 2 more glasses of water. I drank another 2 glasses of water myself. By the time 9 PM rolled around I once again couldn't hold it any longer. Kate had been watching me like a tiger for the last hour, just as much as I had been watching her desperately squirm after 4 days without a pee. When I finally couldn't take it anymore and announced I had to run to the bathroom, Kate slyly remarked "well of course you do Karl, the boys always have to pee first... and second, and third, and fourth to it seems". I hurried to the bathroom desperately gripping my desperate cock. Despite her 4 inch high heels Kate managed to stay right behind me without tripping. Upon entering the bathroom I hurried to the urinal, and began to take a loud piss with Kate watching. Kate tried to act calm as I peed away in front of her, but I caught her eyes anxiously darting to the inviting white toilet bowl next to the urinal. Despite her calm demeanor, Kate hadn't been able to pee in 4 days, and was a few hours away from the 100 hour mark. I knew Kate was really bursting to go right now as she began to unbutton her jeans before I was even half done my piss. Kate tried to cover it up by talking. "It's a good thing that the ladies room is now open again, because this lady really needs to take a leak now" Kate said as she lifted the toilet lid. "4 days of holding it like this is more of a challenge for me and my bladder of steel Karl". Kate didn't move to sit on the toilet yet however, for that I knew she'd wait until I was finished peeing first. "So does that mean that 5 days of holding it would be too much of a challenge for you to handle then Kate?" I asked slyly. "Don't be silly Karl, we both know the answer to that" Kate replied arrogantly, even as she squeezed her legs together in a subtle sign of desperation. "Maybe someday you'll learn Karl that me and my bladder of steel have no limits, I can always wait as long as I need to". "I think the way you've already unzipped your jeans says otherwise Kate" I countered as I continued to piss in the urinal. "You're so desperate to pee that you're hurrying to undo your jeans early just so that you won't have to wait an extra few seconds to pee, because you know you can't hold it much longer Kate. I bet you were getting worried about having an accident if I made you wait much longer". "In your dreams Karl. There's nothing unusual with a girl unbuttoning her jeans in anticipation of a much needed pee she's about to take" Kate replied calmly. As she spoke my piss began to die down, Kate couldn't help but grip her crotch and fidget her legs around in anticipation of her pee. "There's nothing wrong with a girl lifting the lid in preparation for her pee either, especially seeing as you're about done Karl" Kate added. Kate was right, my piss finally dribbled down to nothing as Kate watched, eager to let loose her own brewing load of boiling piss. But unfortunately for Kate, I was determined to make sure that her brewing load of boiling piss would have to brew for a while longer in her tiring bladder. I knew that I had to make my move quickly as I tucked my cock back in my pants. Kate smiled as she began to pull her jeans down, only the smile soon vanished when I slammed the lid down on Kate's toilet before she could pull her jeans even halfway down her hips. "Karl what are you doing?" Kate asked confused, her jeans still only partially pulled down, her red panties easily visible. "It's my turn to pee now". "Sorry Kate, it turns out the ladies room is still closed for maintenance" I announced boldly, jumping back into our earlier role-playing. "It was a totally unexpected problem the maintenance crew ran into. You'll just have to continue waiting until they finish Kate. I'm afraid it's going to be a while longer yet". "Well then how's a lady supposed to get the pee that she was promised for out holding you yet again Karl" Kate asked annoyed. She bent her knees and fidgeted her legs together nervously, considering her options I knew. Kate clearly hadn't expected me to issue another challenge to her bladder of steel so soon. "Hey, you were the one who said earlier that the world conspires to keep you ladies away from the toilet" I reminded her with a shrug. "I guess you were right Kate, the world is sure conspiring against you now". Silence stretched between us for a few seconds. Kate's eyes glared at me, before shifting to the white porcelain toilet bowl aside of me, that she had been eagerly looking forward to using 15 seconds ago before I had moved to stop her. I knew the heavy load of boiling piss brewing between her legs for the last 4 days was at the forefront of Kate's mind. Kate really didn't want to have to keep that piss brewing in her bladder for yet another day, especially not with the 4 inch high heels she wore, which only made a full bladder harder to deal with. But Kate was also quite prideful, and could be quite stubborn when she saw her pride as at stake I knew. I smiled as Kate's eyes shifted away from the much needed toilet and back at me, full of stubbornness and determination. "A totally 'unexpected' maintenance problem in the ladies room Karl?" Kate asked me, her voice full of playful skepticism. "Sounds to me like someone just really doesn't want us ladies to pee, especially this lady in particular, who hasn't peed in 4 whole days already", Kate added, pointing at herself as she crossed her legs. "Hey I'm not the maintenance man Kate, I'm just the bearer of bad news" I said, innocently. Kate playfully rolled her eyes at my feigned innocent. "The bottom line Kate is you'll just have to wait some more, unless you care to use the men's room instead" I added, waving at the urinal, "no plumbing issues or lines there". "Certainly not Karl!" Kate scolded me. "A lady doesn't barge in and use the men's room, especially not when she'd mind if a man barged into the ladies room!". "Well then, I guess you're just going to have to wait Kate, since that's your only option left" I told her. Kate frowned, as if remembering her brewing load of boiling piss she had been so eager to rid herself of a moment ago. "I really need to pee bad after holding it for the last 4 days Karl" she admitted as she gripped her crotch and squirmed in front of me. I smiled as I saw my opportunity. "What's the matter Kate, worried that you might pee yourself soon if you have to hold it a while longer?" I taunted. Kate bristled visibly at the insult to her pride, even as her bladder begged for relief. Knowing I was taking a risk now, I opened the toilet lid. "Go ahead and take your pee Kate. I wouldn't want you to end up peeing in your jeans just because you were too stubborn to admit that you couldn't hold it any longer during our role-playing session". My gamble worked better than I thought, Kate didn't even pause to think about her words first. "I'm going to make you eat those words Karl" Kate replied confidently. "I may really have to pee quite badly after holding it for the last 4 days, but that doesn't mean that I'll pee myself soon if I don't plop myself on that white porcelain toilet bowl". Kate glanced at the toilet longingly for a moment as she continued to fidget around. With one hand still openly gripping her throbbing desperate pussy through her red panties, Kate reached out for the toilet lid with her other hand. "It would feel really frigging good to use that toilet, I won't deny it Karl. But I'll hold it for a while longer instead, just to prove to you that I can still wait for a pee. I think another 24 hours should be long enough to prove my point to you". With that, this time it was Kate who slammed the toilet lid shut with finality, to signify her once again lost chance to pee. "Are you really sure about this Kate?" I asked as Kate began to pull her jeans back up. "Another 24 hours without a pee is a long time for anyone to wait, especially for a desperate lady who already hasn't peed in the last 4 days". Kate's face grimaced as she pulled her jean's zipper back up, pressing her tight jeans up against her bulging bladder and the 4 days of boiling piss brewing inside. "No one said us ladies have it easy Karl" Kate replied playfully, even while partially grunting as she buttoned her jeans back up, which put more strain on her 4 day unrelieved bladder. "Your penis is really lucky Karl. My pussy is so jealous that it still hasn't gotten to pee yet, especially with the toilet right there in front of me!". I smiled, Kate looked so darn sexy the way she desperately squirmed around in her tight jeans, while trying hard not to in order to look like the tough woman she stubbornly wanted to be. I couldn't resist pulling her into my arms and kissing her on the lips just then. I felt Kate's enormous bulging bladder brushing up against my leg as I did this. I heard a slight moan escape from Kate's lips at the unneeded extra pressure this put on her tiring bladder. But Kate was too stubborn to complain about the effect our close embrace was having on all that boiling pent up piss brewing in her bladder, so she simply bore it without a word of complaint. "You're really hot when you're so desperate to pee like this Kate" I said as I mercifully let go of her. Kate, still in her 4 inch high heels, which only made things worse on her full bladder, squirmed her legs around nervously, which only made her sexier. "Well Karl, with the ladies room closed for another day, I'm sure you'll enjoy my plight for the next 24 hours then" Kate replied with surprising calm. I couldn't help but smile lustfully like a giddy little schoolboy, which wasn't unnoticed by Kate. "I really shouldn't have turned down that trip to the ladies room yesterday, should I Karl?" Kate asked me playfully as her hands began to undo my jeans to get at my erect cock. "My desperate pussy is throbbing for relief already Karl, but it's a good thing that I can hold it for another day... or maybe longer if I really want to". The two of us quickly began to undress and make our way to the bedroom. By the time I was laying in bed trying to fall asleep later I couldn't wait for tomorrow, to see if Kate could really backup her earlier boasting about her iron bladder.
  17. Helen groaned as she reached out to turn the alarm on her phone. As she stopped the loud beeping she smiled as she realised what day it was. She stood up out of bed and walked over to the window. As she pulled the curtains back and the sunlight beamed in her smile got even bigger. She had been looking forward to this for a couple of days and was glad it was a lovely sunny day. Heck she had been looking forward to this for almost two months. For the last two months she had followed the government's advice and stayed home, isolating herself from other people. The only times she had left her flat had been when she had needed to go to the supermarket. Beyond that her life for the last god knows how many weeks had been spent lounging around in her pyjamas or sitting out in the garden having been furloughed from her job. At first it hadn’t been too bad, she had found herself plenty of things to do. She still had plenty to keep her occupied but she was really starting to miss work and her workmates, she was missing her friends and family, she just missed social activity. She had been keeping in touch with people on Facebook and video calls but it just wasn’t the same as seeing the people she cared about. The most face to face interaction she had had since going into lock down had been with the cashier at the supermarket. However today that was going to change. A few days prior the government had laid out their plan going forward in terms of reducing and easing lock down. It was a plan that would gradually unfold over the coming months but one of the new easing of rules was that people were allowed out to public spaces for more than exercise and people were permitted to meet up with one person from other households as long as they maintained social distancing. Not long after the announcement she had gotten a message from her best friend suggesting they meet up at the park where they could have a walk and catch up. She had immediately agreed and they had arranged a day and time to meet up. For the last couple of days Helen had been really looking forward to seeing her friend. She would have happily stayed standing at her window for a while longer enjoying the warmth on her skin but as per usual when she got out of bed in the morning her bladder was rather full and the bathroom needed to be her first priority. She walked through to the bathroom and stipped out of her pyjama shorts and top before sitting on the toilet and emptying her bladder. Once she had finished her morning pee she jumped in the shower to wash her hair. When she came back into the bedroom she saw she had a message on her phone. She looked and saw it was from her friend checking whether they were still on for meeting up. She replied saying she would be there and checked the time. She had an hour and half before she met Jenny, plenty of time to get herself sorted. She dried her hair and then picked out her clothes for the day. As it was a warm sunny day she decided on some denim ¾ jeans and a summery blouse. Once dressed she made her way to the kitchen and made herself some toast and a cup of coffee and flopped on the couch to watch TV whilst she ate. She sat watching TV and relaxing until the time came to set off. She grabbed her things, slipped on her shoes and headed out to her car. As she drove to the park where she was meeting Jenny she was happy to find the roads were still somewhat quiet so her 10 minute drive wouldn’t take too long. When she arrived at the park she found a parking spot and waited for Jenny to show up. Not long after she saw her friends car driving down the road and she waved and indicated there was a space behind her car. Helen got excited as Jenny got out of her car and had she been able to she would have probably run up and give her a hug. Alas she respected social distancing and settled with a happy wave. They made their way into the park and slowly walked around the park catching up and enjoying each other's company. They followed the full route around the park, taking in all the park's areas and features and an hour later they arrived back at the tennis courts and bowling greens. As they walked along past the buildings Helen noticed that the cafe was open and suggested they get a drink. Jenny went off and secured them a bench whilst Helen went and got them two cappuccinos and got two slices of cake as a treat. They sat drinking their coffees and chatting and it felt so good to just sit out in the fresh air, relaxing in the sun with her best friend, almost like everything was normal. As much as she was enjoying it they had been sat there for well over an hour and Helen was aware that she had things she needed to do so said that she needed to think about making a move. Jenny agreed and picked up their empty cups and rubbish and said she would be right back. Helen watched as she walked over to the bin and then walked across to the cafe. She came out again almost immediately and when she got back Helen asked what she was doing. Jenny replied saying she was going to pop in and go for a pee but there was a sign saying due to guidance the toilets were not open which made sense. Helen nodded, agreeing it was sensible not to have them open. Although hearing that had put paid to her plan to nip off for a wee before leaving. As Jenny had gone off to the bin with their rubbish she had become aware of her need to pee and had planned on popping to the loo when Jenny got back. Now she knew they weren’t open meant she couldn’t do that. Not that it was a massive deal, she needed to pee but not too bad just yet. She was just aware of the fact that she had last gone when she got up and that was nearly four hours ago and since then she had had two cups of coffee and a cappuccino in that time. They set off and walked out of the park and back towards where they were parked. When they reached their cars they stood chatting for a while. Eventually they wrapped up their conversation and said their goodbyes. Something Helen was happy to do, she loved being with her best friend and loved nothing more than spending hours talking and putting the world to rights but in the time they had been stood there her need to pee had definitely increased, the cappuccino really starting to take effect. They said their final goodbye and she got into her car and waited for Jenny to drive off before she pulled back and out of her space and set off down the road. Her next destination was the supermarket. She had planned to head there for a few bits of shopping on the way home. It made sense to do it all in one rather than head home and then head out again. She drove down to the main road and then headed down towards the supermarket, now consciously aware of how much her need to pee was growing. She hoped when she got to the supermarket there wouldn’t be much of a queue. Mostly because she didn’t like the thought of standing outside in the sun for too long, but partly because the sooner she got to pee the better. By the time she pulled into the supermarket car park she was starting to wish she had been able to pee at the park. Even though the toilets were closed she would have no issue popping into the bushes to pee but given how busy the park was and the fact she was with Jenny she thought it best not to do that. When she got out of the car and started walking towards the store she was glad to see there was only a small queue at the door. She grabbed a trolley and joined the queue and was happy to see it was moving forward quite quickly. As she moved forward nearer to the front she found herself urging people inside to hurry up and leave so she could get in. The coffees were really taking effect on her bladder and she found herself gently shifting on the spot as the familiar pressure built between her legs. Eventually she reached the front of the queue and she stood slightly jiggling on the spot as she waited for one person to leave so she could enter. “Come on come on come on I’m busting for a pee” she thought to herself as it felt like nobody was ever going to leave. Finally the young girl at the door motioned her forward and Helen quickly walked inside, after quick stop at the handwash station her first port of call were the toilets. She made her way through the clothes section towards where the toilets were and parked her trolley outside. She walked into the corridor where the bathrooms were and headed to the door marked “ladies”. She pushed on the door and found it locked. She pushed a couple more times to no avail and then tried the disabled toilet which was also locked. She spun round and gave a quick try at the gents door which she found locked as well. As she moved back from the toilets she noticed a sign that on her way in she had walked straight past. The sign read pretty much the same as the one Jenny had described from the cafe stating that due to government guidelines the toilets were closed to keep people safe. Again it made perfect sense as to the reasoning behind having them closed, but that didn’t matter to her right now, she was busting for a wee and had once again been unable to find relief. There was nothing she could do, it wasn’t like she could pop off to the service desk and asked for the toilets to be opened. She would just have to hold it until she got home, thankfully she didn’t need many things from the shop. She returned to her trolley and set off around the store. Having come so close to a bathroom but not being able to pee seemed to have made her need even more intense. She just had to focus on the fact that it wouldn’t take her long to do her shopping and get home, she would be fine, she would easily make it home. At least she hoped she would. At least walking around the store and going for the items she needed was somewhat of a distraction for her but every so often the pressure between her legs would spike bringing her focus back to just how full her bladder was getting and how badly she needed a wee. She completed her shopping and made her way to the checkout. She found a quiet till and joined behind a guy who had just started placing his items on the belt. As she stood waiting for him to finish so she could put her items all she could focus on was the fact that she was bursting for a pee and was getting close to the desperation stage. Once she left the store it would be a five minute drive home, not too far, she could hold on till then. The guy finished up and she started placing her items on the belt and then stood back, tapping her feet and squeezing her legs, longing to grab between her legs to try and ease the pressure. Once the guy had paid she moved forward and had to focus on packing her items as they came through and then paying for her shopping. Once she had paid and got her receipt she grabbed her trolley and headed quickly for the exit. The sooner she got out of the store and to her car the sooner she could get home and have a much needed pee. She made her way across the car park and placed her shopping in the boot. Once she got in and sat down she slid a hand between her legs and pressed her fingers into her pussy exclaiming “fuck I need a wee” as she did. It felt good pushing against her pussy, it helped with the intense pressure but she would have to stop doing so to drive home. She moaned as the pressure returned the moment her hand moved away and squeezed her legs as a wave of desperation hit her. She was now there, the desperation stage. The stage where she was really having to hold back, the stage where she was close to leaking, the stage where she was almost wetting herself completely. She needed to get home as quick as she could. She was starting to doubt if she could make it home with completely dry knickers. She composed herself and pulled out of the parking space. She made her way out of the car park and onto the main road. She felt a little better now that she had picked up a bit of speed. She would be home in a matter of minutes, she would be fine. As she came round the roundabout and joined the road down to her town she was starting to feel more confident, just down the main road and onto her street, just a minute or so, no time at all. That confidence faltered as she came over the brow of the hill and saw a queue of traffic up ahead. Why? Why was there traffic? It had been so quiet this morning. Why was everyone out now of all times?. She knew why there was traffic there, through the town centre were countless sets of traffic lights that always caused queues to form. She couldn’t understand why it was so busy though. Where was everyone going on a Saturday lunchtime when nothing was even open. What were they doing. Why did they have to be causing queues when she was dying for a wee and dangerously close to wetting herself. She reached the queue of cars and slowly moved along down the hill, all the while squirming in her seat begging for them to hurry up. After a couple of minutes she was cursing the traffic lights for taking so long between changes. She was cursing herself for not turning off the main road and going down the back streets to her house. Every so often a spike of desperation would hit her causing her to squeeze her legs and hold herself but so far she had been keeping control. Suddenly she gasped aloud as a wave hit her and she felt a few trickles escape into her knickers. “No no no no no no not now not now” she moaned as she pushed her hand hard into her pussy. She was so close to home, she couldn’t start wetting herself now, she could make it, she had to make it. For the next five minutes she moved along the queue edging closer and closer to her turn off. Each wave of desperation that hit her caused more trickles to dampen her knickers. She looked down and was glad to see so far her jeans were still dry but she could feel how wet her knickers were getting and feeling how wet they were was making it so much harder to keep holding on. But she had to, all she could think about was relaxing and releasing that intense pressure but she couldn’t do that, no matter what she had to hold on, she couldn’t wet her car. A few more minutes passed and she finally reached her street. She turned off and drove the short distance to her flat and pulled into her driveway, feeling like she was going out of her mind with desperation. She turned off the engine and composed herself. All she had to do was make it inside to the bathroom. It was times like this she was glad she lived in a downstairs flat, she really didn’t think she could handle stairs in her condition. She got out of her car and headed to her front door, her shopping could wait, her main focus was peeing, all she wanted, all she cared about. As she fished in her bag for her keys she stood dancing on the spot and gasped as she felt herself leak. In the time it took her to find her keys and open the door she had leaked a few times and now she had a noticeable wet spot on the front of her jeans. She went inside and slammed the door behind her. Now she was in the privacy of her own home she grabbed herself hard. She had to make it to the bathroom, she had made it this far, just a few more steps and the relief she so desperately needed. She took a few steps and started leaking again. No matter how hard she tried she couldn’t stop the leaks coming. Her knickers were soaked and her jeans were starting to fair no better. As she reached the bathroom the sight of the toilet was too much for her to handle and a long spurt escaped and ran down her legs. She frantically fumbled with the button on her jeans, moaning as she did. She finally got it open and slid down her jeans and kicked them off. She made small steps towards the toilet, each one causing her to spurt uncontrollably. She was wetting herself and couldn’t stop it. She no longer cared. She reached the toilet and sat down. The moment she made contact with the toilet she exploded and moaned out in relief as she started peeing forcefully. As her bladder emptied into her knickers she just sat there moaning happily as the pressure lifted and she enjoyed the amazing feeling of peeing. When she finally finished she looked down at her soaked knickers and laughed. She had made a split second decision that her knickers were already wet so why waste time taking them off. Now she was done she slipped them off and threw them into the bath along with her jeans to be washed. She remembered her shopping in the car so slipped on her bathrobe to go and retrieve it. Once she had retrieved it and put her shopping away she flopped on the couch to have five minutes to chill before going on with her day. She kept telling herself she needed to go and get some new underwear and something to slip on but she lacked all motivation. Holding for so long had zapped her energy, also her muscles ached. She reached down and rubbed her aching bladder, god that had been a close call. At least she made it home, she couldn’t imagine how embarrassing it would have been if she had wet herself in public. That was something she hadn’t done for years, not since she had been in her 20’s going out partying at the weekend. Now she was almost 50, it would be mortifying if that happened now. She would just have to be more careful next time she went out to meet her friends.
  18. **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
  19. Tearful Theresa Theresa sat watching the Prime Minister expectantly. Seven long weeks without kissing her grandchildren, seven weeks without playing with them, pushing them on the garden swing, making them lunch and reading them stories was taking a huge emotional toll. Prior to the national lockdown she saw them daily, four days of which she had them both from 8am until 6pm to let their mum and dad work. Even on the days when either their dad or mum were off she still regularly took them to nursery, collected them or had them over for tea. They filled a hole in her heart that had been there since her own children flew the nest and gave her a reason to live. Bella and Bailey were everything to Theresa and at 18 months and 4 years old their toys, high chair, car seats, clothes, books and nappies were in every drawer, cupboard and room in the house, exactly as Theresa loved it. Theresa hung on Boris’s every word praying for hope, praying for a way to touch and hug those babies again. Every day without seeing them or being with them was breaking her and Theresa didn’t know how much longer she could go on. Yes she phoned them daily, video called them before bed and arranged small gifts to be delivered but it wasn’t the same as hugging them and the fact they only lived 2 miles away seemed to make the whole thing 100 times worse. At just 55 Theresa was so glad to have no major health issues nor be old enough to be forced to self isolate to avoid Coronavirus but, she as a law abiding citizen, regardless how much she loved her family, she knew that lockdown was needed. Still she cried herself to sleep every night missing her family like never before. Derek understood though he was still working driving lorries delivering essential food and taking every precaution possible to avoid bringing the virus to himself or his wife, even to the point of stripping off as he came in the door, much the amusement of his wife of 33 years. “From this coming Wednesday a few of the tight restrictions we have all been living with will now be eased. If you can not work from home you may return to work. You can now exercise outside an unlimited amount of times. You no longer need to exercise close to home and you may now drive to exercise...” Boris spoke on the TV. “Right ok. But can I see my babies Boris? Come on...” “We must all keep social distance at all times...” “Oh....I guess that’s it then. Here I was thinking he’d soften being a new father again Derek. I’m heartbroken...” “Let him finish woman! He might say more. Listen...” “You can now play sport outside..though only with your own family...those you live with. You may meet one member of another household outside...observing social distance at all times...you must not go into their house. You must remain outside, two metres apart at all times, in a park or outside space...and if the infection rate increases these changes will have to be looked at again. Stay alert, beat the virus, protect the NHS’ “What? Did I just hear him right? Did you hear that Derek? Did he say I can see Bella and Bailey?” Before Derek even had a chance to reply the phone was ringing. Theresa answered it with tears in her eyes knowing already who it would be. “Mum! You can see them! You can see me! Just two more days mum! Oh wait until I tell Bella tomorrow! Oh mum she’ll cry! I just know she will. Right...where and what time? Wait a second and I’ll check the weather..brilliant mum it’s to be sunny! Oh mum are you ok?” Theresa could barely speak. The very thought of just seeing her daughter, her son in law and her grandchildren in person again after almost two months of isolation from them was overwhelming. “I’m here darling. Oh Tammy! Oh Tammy! Wednesday can’t come quickly enough.” “Right mum. What about 11am before Bailey takes his nap? The children’s park is still locked and I don’t want the kids to see it but what about the river walkway down by Hyde street? You know the bench there? I’ll meet you at 11 and we can social distance and you can see the kids. It won’t be easy mum. Bailey will just want to toddle right to you as he always does and Bella will run and jump on your knee. I’ll put the reigns on Bella. She’ll hate it but it’s the only way and I’ll put Bailey in the buggy. Oh mum we can do this can’t we? We can meet and not hug? We’ll be ok won’t we? “We’ll be great sweetheart. I promise. You’re dad’s just made me a coffee! I think he reckons I need something to calm me down. I’ll video call in the morning ok. Give Jason my love and kiss those babies for me even If they are sleeping please!” “I will mum. Love you. Goodnight.” “Night sweetheart. I love you!” Theresa sipped at her coffee, exactly as she liked it and smiled at Derek. He winked back and said reassuringly, “See I told you you’d see them soon didn’t I?” “You did love. You certainly did.” ——— Wednesday morning Theresa woke alone as Derek had left early for work. She had some toast and a mug of tea and had a shower then chose her clothes carefully. Bailey loved snuggling into her fluffy fleece cardigan, it even smelt like him still but Bella loved her ‘grandma blouse’ which had a top pocket just like grandpas! Theresa smiled to herself as she put the blouse on with her loose skirt and tights and favourite flat shoes. It was a good half hour walk to Hyde Street but the fresh air would be good for her. Theresa found her favourite hand bag and filled it with treats for the children, a teddy for Bella and a ball for Bailey. Just time for a coffee and then she would leave. Theresa grabbed the cardigan that Bailey loved before heading out the door. It was sunny but a light breeze meant the cardigan would come in handy. Theresa looked out for her daughter and grandchildren as she approached their town but unable to see them she made her way to the bench and sat at one end. She so wanted to walk the ten minutes to Tammy’s but it would only take a neighbour to see and report her and Theresa shuddered at the very thought. Sitting alone by the river Theresa watched a lone duck in the water as a breeze blow her hair over her eyes. She clipped it back and pulled her cardigan closed. Maybe it was the cool air or sitting opposite the river or maybe it was the walk...but Theresa suddenly needed the toilet so she crossed her legs in the hope it would go away. As she waited for Tammy and the kids she thought about where might be open nearby that she could call in at on the walk home, assuming she might need to. Ideally she’d hold off until back home as she usually did when needing when out. Before she’d even thought where might be open Theresa heard that beautiful and special voice of Bella calling... “Grandma! Grandma...” Instinctively Theresa held her hands out to her firstborn grandchild then tears came quickly as she realised the reality of social distancing still. Before Bella could reach her she lifted out her favourite teddy from Grandma’s house and laid it on the other arm of the beach. It was hard not touching the children but after time the children and adults adapted and Theresa loved watching them and photographing them as they both investigated the river and played with the ball.Theresa needed the toilet but there was no way she was leaving her precious family having waited for this time for so long. As she watched the children she crossed and uncrossed her legs and shifted now and again on the bench. Tammy noticed and asked if she was cold but there was no way Theresa would admit her predicament to anyone, let alone her daughter. It wasn’t until Bailey became fussy that Tammy checked her watch and said she had better get the kids back home for lunch and Bailey’s nap. Torn between her now strong need for a toilet and not wanting to part from her family, Theresa could just nod as Tammy strapped the toddler in the buggy and called her daughter over. “We’ll video later mum. It won’t be much longer until it’ll be over. We’ll all be ok. I promise.” Theresa felt comforted by her daughters words but quite uncomfortable by the fact her bladder was feeling very full. She toyed with suggesting she come back with Tammy, knowing her house was less than ten minutes away but knew Tammy couldn’t agree even if she wanted. She waved tearfully as her family walked away, bouncing a knee now they were out of sight. ‘Oh I need a toilet’ she muttered quietly as she put her handbag over her head and shoulders and stood up. The very motion of standing having sat down for almost an hour send a wave of pressure through Theresa’s body. Half an hours walk home seemed out of reach all of a sudden as Theresa thought quickly about what her options were. She started walking as she decided she’d do her best to get home and go there. She’d just need to walk quickly! A few minutes later and Theresa had to pause to cross a road. The pressure between her legs was strong and she struggled to remain still. ‘Hurry up green man. Come on’ she voiced to herself, eager to keep moving as she felt in more and more need. She walked briskly, avoiding others as best as she could, her mind racing in her growing need to get home very quickly. Each subsequent road became a more difficult experience as by now Theresa could think of nothing more than getting home and peeing. Then she heard her name and looked across at someone waving to her. ‘Hi Theresa! You out for your exercise? Lovely day for it isn’t it.’ Theresa hated being anti social but she HAD to get home. She was bursting for the toilet now and every minute counted. She smiled and waved hoping this would be enough. ‘How’s Derek doing? We’re clapping for the likes of him every Thursday night you know!’ ‘Doing great! Sorry I can’t stop. Maybe see you soon! Stay safe!’ Theresa bit her lip as she briskly walked on. Her bladder ached. She pressed her thighs tightly together as she walked, hearing the nylon rubbing together and hoping she wasn’t making a huge hole in the tights. She wasn’t sure she would make it on time as her heart thumped with the stress of holding on. Just ten more minutes... At the end of the last street before her own Theresa paused for a second. There was a lane to Tesco and she hesitated as she wondered wether to keep trying for home or risk the toilets at Tesco. She needed oh so badly that she could hardly think now. What if there was a queue at Tesco? But what if she couldn’t make it home? Struggling to remain composed and aching to hold herself between her legs she edged down the path, lined on both sides by hedges of gardens. Quickly checking no-one could see she pressed a hand at the top of her thigh and bent forward in so much need. Embarrassed and emotional she stopped quickly and composed herself again as she walked sharply down the lane a little more and looked longingly at the store entrance. Was that a line of people waiting? She wasn’t sure. She pushed a leg up behind her as a strong urge rushed through her body. ‘Oh yikes. I need to go!’ she murmured sweating. Having another quick squeeze she took a few more steps before realising it was definitely a queue and she would in fact be quicker going home. Yet somehow frozen to the spot she concentrated so hard to squeeze her muscles closed and stay dry until she got home. She was frantic for the bathroom by now having been bursting for almost an hour and a half. Her bladder so full and aching and her thighs tightly squeezing with every move. In her younger days she might have risked letting a little go in the lane but she knew in her slightly older years that this would be fatal and she wouldn’t be able to stop. Determined to try and get home dry she walked quicker than before as she power walked back down the lane and onto the Main Street that ied to her own street. Seeing a couple walking a dog she put her head down and avoided eye contact as she marched quickly last them. Almost home she could feel dribbles escaping and a warmth tickling her between her underwear that teased and mocked her as she held on hard. ‘Almost there’ she cheered herself on as she finally turned into her home street. Opening her gate the thought of getting release from the pressure was almost too much for Theresa. She pushed her hand on the gate and marched on the spot revealing her severe predicament to anyone who could see. Every step down her path tortured her mind and bladder further as those few steps felt like miles upon miles. Standing at her own front door, her little porch with handing baskets and a gnome saying ‘welcome’ making her feel relaxed and relieved she dug in her handbag furiously for her key. Unable to control herself her found her other hand instinctively grabbing between her legs in a last ditch effort to hold on. ‘Come on Theresa. You’ve got this far...’ Finding the key finally Theresa pushed it into the lock and turned it as her handbag began vibrating as her mobile rang. ‘Not now...please not now...’ Theresa pushed the door open and stepped in, pulling the key out one handed and wishing her phone out with the other. She looked at the screen and saw Tammy’s name. Despite an agonising urgent need to pee Theresa couldn’t nit answer from her only daughter. What if something had happened to those babies of hers? ‘Hi’ ‘Hi mum! You sound out of breath. Are you ok?’ ‘Yes love. Just stepping inside the front door. You all ok?...actually Tammy can I call you back in a few minutes love...’ ‘I was just worried mum. You looked so stressed today. I’m worried about you.’ ‘I’m fine love. Honestly. Can I call you back love? I just need to...’ With the front door still wide open Theresa could feel tears welling up again. She was dripping again. She could feel it. Her pants were warm and damp and she was so incredibly desperate for the toilet. But something stopped her from telling her own daughter just how urgent, how desperate, how imperative it was that she got to the bathroom urgently. ‘Mum are you crying?’ ‘I’m fine love...’ But Theresa wasn’t fine. Standing just inside her own front door, with the door wide open for anyone to see who happened to pass, she could feel urine running down the inside of her tights. She wanted to scream, to cry, to run away. How could a mum, a grandma even, find herself in such a situation like this unable to hold her own bladder? ‘Mum? You’ve gone quiet. Are you there mum?’ Theresa stood in silence for a moment as her legs warmed more, her underwear filled fast and her cheeks reddened. The relief wasn’t instant, her body was trying so hard still to hold back, but she couldn’t do it any longer. She couldn’t hold it. She couldn’t refrain. She couldn’t control her own body. She took a deep breathe, sighed audible, and relaxed as the current flowed quicker and quicker between her legs, now rushing violently down both legs and polling under the feet of her tights. She stepped out of her flat shoes and broadened her legs slightly feeling the squelching and warm as she did so. ‘Mum? Mum?’ ‘Sorry sweetheart. I was....just shutting the door and picking up the mail.’ ‘Mum you sound tearful...’ ‘It’s fine love. It’s just...you know how it is when you’ve waited for something so so long and then it finally happens... but it’s not quite how you hoped it would be?’ ‘It’s ok mum. I’m sure next time will be better. As long as you are ok. I’ll video call later ok. Love you!’ ‘Yes honey. Next time will be better won’t it! Love you too!’ Theresa presses the phone off, pushed the door closed and stripped off her clothes until she was naked, just like her husband had been doing when he got home for 7 and a half weeks now. He always said it was to stop the so read of the virus but now Theresa couldn’t help but wonder if maybe, even if just once, he too had had a similar accident and didn’t want her to know? That thought made her smile as she placed her wet skirt, tights and underwear into the washing machine and headed upstairs for another shower.
  20. Squirming Stefan Stefan had never really minded his job, though currently it was far more stressful than he had ever experienced. It was made even worse by having to work from ‘home’, which really was just a bedroom in a shared apartment because house prices were too high to be able to buy his own place yet. Just the thought of moving back to his dad’s didn’t appeal one bit. His mum had left and moved abroad and dad had a string of woman he ‘dated’ despite being in his late fifties. Stefan couldn’t even imagine his dad ever ‘social distancing’ or not meeting up with woman regardless of any virus or new laws and he wanted absolutely nothing to do with that. So that left him with no choice but to buy an office desk and chair, set up his laptop and get a separate land line installed (all at work expense thankfully) in order to avoid the dreaded furlough. With nowhere to go and only an hour exercise permitted daily furlough was Stefan’s idea of hell. He needed work for his mental well-being, though right now he questioned if it really was helping as the phone rang off the hook. The holiday company had just updated their social media and webpage with another extension of closure dates and yet again a huge deluge of irate and disappointed customers were now calling for refunds and vouchers. While it could be done online Stefan knew most just needed that human reassurance and someone to vent at, even though he wasn’t personally to blame. He knew that, they knew that, but lockdown anger affected rational thought and Stefan tried to keep that in mind as he read the customer service script and did his best to reassure and sort customers out. It was only mid morning and he’d had two mugs of tea already, one just as he started and another brought in, very kindly, but his house mate, who herself was on furlough and finding herself at a loose end. As 11:30 approached Stefan rebooked yet another caravan at the coast for yet another family and shifted in his seat. At work, in the call centre, he could have left the calls to someone else for a moment and taken a quick piss break, but at ‘home’ with calls on divert that wasn’t possible. At least the company had a system in place to divert to someone else during staggered lunch breaks so he could at least get 45 minutes without being on the phone. Thankfully he wasn’t desperate and lunch was due in an hour so he just pushed on through. As soon as Stefan hung up the next call rang through immediately, a sign the company was taking way more calls than usual and that others were beginning to take their lunch breaks too. Stefan had signed in at 8:30 so wasn’t due his break until 12:30, almost an hour away yet. As he held the cordless receiver to his ear he processed yet another refund to a tearful mum as he heard several children playing and crying in the background. He signed off and quickly poured himself some water from a jug as the next call started ringing right away. The constant talking was making his mouth so dry and Stefan sipped at the glass through the next few calls. Stefan unconsciously shifted in his seat as he glanced at the alarm clock on his desk. Still 45 minutes before he could log off and he could really do with going to the toilet. With no luxury of colleagues to cover, or even an en-suite bathroom, Stefan swung his legs under his office chair and carried on professionally. Time passed and Stefan caught himself looking at the clock far more often.Sitting on a three wheeled fabric computer chair crossing his legs just felt uncomfortable and made reaching the laptop very difficult. Instead he wheeled the chair nearer the desk and crossed his ankles in front of him, stretching his legs out and touching the skirting board in front of him with his toes. That helped for about a minute before he felt a strong need to shuffle in his seat, raising his bottom off the seat then back down again. All the time he continued on his calls, apologising to customer for their wait and refunding or issuing vouchers in whatever way he could. Most were reasonable, though some were more challenging. The only thing keeping Stefan going was the thought that in 35 minutes he could log off and get a long and satisfying pee in the only bathroom in the apartment. Another call came through and momentarily Stefan felt he needed to stand up. He leaned forward leaning his elbows on the desk as he danced a little in the privacy of his own room, willing 12:30 to come so he could run to the loo. He checked his room door was closed as he danced from foot to foot trying to keep his bladder at bay. With 25 minutes to go he knew he would be gasping for a piss by the time his break arrived. He was already noticeably bursting! Stefan took the next call and ran though his usual script of apologising and then gathering information, then sorting the customer query. This time either he was getting consumed with his need to pee too much or the person was difficult to understand, but this customer was causing great issues. As the customer chatted on about her dog, her many years of going to the same caravan park and the woes of the current situation, Stefan found himself sitting back down but pressing his bum right against the back of the seat as he crossed his leg and circled his top ankle. Finally he managed to get some sense out of the customer and he breathed a sigh of relief when she said goodby, having rescheduled her holiday for September. Stefan glanced at the clock, frustration mounting, as he realised he still had 20 minutes to go. Time was dragging by as the phone still rang non stop. Unable to sit in the same position for any length of time Stefan squirmed and wriggled in his seat as he updated records of customers and cancelled/rescheduled and issued vouchers over and over again. He looked at the two empty mugs and the empty water glass on his desk, even contemplating pissing in one of them such was his need to go. However, too afraid the customer might overhear, Stefan rubbed himself and squirmed, more determined to hang in the final ten minutes until his calls would end. The last ten minutes were sheer torture for Stefan as he rocked, pinched himself and squirmed like a little school boy possessed, wholly consumed by one thing: an urgent need to piss. 9 minutes to go as he pinched himself. 8 minutes to go as he bounced on his seat on his bottom, 7 minutes to go as he squirmed, six minutes to go as he danced, 5 minutes to go as he gripped himself tightly, 4 minutes to go as he bent forward, 3 minutes to go as he tried desperately to keep the current customer talking in order to avoid having to take another call and delay pissing, which could easily see him lose control. Two minutes to go as sweat gathered on his forehead. One final minute as he headed for the door of his room ready to click the phone off and run for his lifetime the toilet. ‘Goodbye’ Stefan clicked the red button, threw the handset onto his bed and with one hand grabbing himself he rushed out the bedroom and along the shirt corridor to the bathroom. Oh he so needed to go, so so badly. He could feel the urine rising along his urethra and filling his pounding penis. He leaned on the bathroom door, gasping for breath pressing the foreskin if of his penis tightly between his thumb and forefinger as he throbbed for release... The door remained tightly closed. Stefan danced and moaned as he tried the door again. Nothing. He knocked on the door, assuming his flat mate was in but hoping she was about to leave. ‘Sally you in there?’ ‘Yes. Just in the bath. Be out soon.’ Stefan wanted to cry. His finger hunt squeezing himself and his bladder aches for relief. Warm dribbles formed on the left of his full penis and Stefan knew he was moments away from an accident. He was so bursting, so desperate, so full, in absolute urgent need to urinate. Holding onto his penis he paced up and down the corridor, the small laminate hall of the apartment seeming suddenly so frustrating and stressful as he tried not to piss all over the floor. It was tempting, oh so tempting as he swore to himself in sheer annoyance to be denied entry to the place he needed so very badly. He leaned back against the wall pressing his back tight against the form wall as he pressed both hands into his crotch. For a second he froze and closed his eyes willing his body to wait just a few minutes more. Finally he was able to move as he headed to his bedroom and put the handset on change as he danced around moaning under his breath at how badly, how urgently, he had to pee. His light grey jogging trousers showed clearly where his half erect aching dick lay in his underpants and Stefan wrapped his hands around it and massaged it in a vain attempt to prevent it leaking. Then it happened...the first proper leak....Stefan bent forward and yelled as quietly as possible as he inspected the bottle lid size stain at his crotch. Stefan pulled the waistband of his joggers down giving him closer access to his manhood as he inspected the damp patch on his cream coloured boxers. He shook as his penis throbbed again, rising in his damp boxers ready to spurt against his will. Stefan hobbled over to the desk and grabbed the glass he had used for water, pulling his penis out the leg of his boxers and into the tall thin glass. Immediately a warm spurt shot out and Stefan had to hold the glass tightly to prevent it falling out his hands. He steadied himself as another longer spurt came out as the glass filled quickly. With all his might Stefan cut off the flow. He was still achingly desperate to go as he tucked his dribbling penis back into his damp boxers and pulled his trousers back up. He raced back to the hall and banged the bathroom door. ‘Sally are you nearly finished?’ ‘Won’t be long Stefan. Promise.’ Stefan rested his head on the bathroom door and sighed. He hated to admit how desperate he was, it was too embarrassing and child like but so was wetting himself. He took a breath in and knocked again. ‘I really need in Sal. Any chance you could come out?’ ‘Yeah ok. Just give me a minute to get dried.’ Stefan laced up and down the hall, this time almost marching trying with every step to hold back the torrent of urine needing out. He walked to the kitchen and turned. Walked to the main lounge and turned again. Back to the kitchen. Back to the lounge. It was no good. He was going to piss his pants if he didn’t access them bathroom NOW. Once again he knocked the door. ‘Sorry Sal. I really can’t wait. It’s an absolute emergency situation!’ Stefan twisted his legs and pressed the top of his penis tightly closed. Despite having filled a glass already he had to go excruciatingly bad. Every second counted. He contemplated rushing to his room and letting go into the two mugs but the very thought of taking one step seemed too much to bare. He pulled his waistband of his joggers to below his crotch and slid his penis out of the leg of his underwear, gripping it tight with both hands as crippled ran down his fingers and over his wrists. It was like trying to hold back a volcano erupting, as he pointed it upwards to try and prevent his clothes getting wet. Just then he heard the bathroom door move and the door edged open as if in slow motion. Stefan stood there, bend forward, squirming like mad and holding his throbbing dick between his tightly closed fist. The door opened fully and Stefan stumbled in heading to the toilet right ahead as a spurt shot out into the air... ‘Bu...burs.....bursting to go...gotta piss so bad...’ Piss shooting everywhere in the bathroom uncontrollably Stefan fought to aim as quickly as he could as a fast cascade of urine whooshed from his member splashing over the toilet seat, the floor and eventually where it should be...in the toilet. Stefan sighed loudly and smiled as finally he could relax and allow his body to so what it had yearned to do for over an hour. The loud noise of splashing reminding him just how desperate he had been as pee continued to soar out of him furiously. After a minute, as the flow settled to a steady stream, Stefan realised he hadn’t seen Sally actually leave the bathroom. He opened his eyes and looked around to see his beautiful red haired flat mate standing at the side of the bath still dripping wet, covered only with a towel around her, steam still rising from her freshly washed hair, as she started opened mouthed at Stefan. ‘Jeez thats what I call a huge piss Stefan! Sorry hope you don’t object that I watched. You didn’t give me chance to get out you see.’ Embarrassed, but relieved, Stefan was lost for words as for the first time he saw a sparkle in Sal’s eyes that he’d never witnessed before. He cleaned himself up, grabbing a spare towel to mop up the mess on the toilet seat and floor before sorting himself out and quietly leaving the bathroom. ‘Sorry Sal. I’ll let you get dressed now. I didn’t mean to barge in like that. It was just that...’ ‘It’s fine Stefan. I’ve been bursting loads when you’ve been in. I know what it’s like. I keep a basin under my bed now because I peed myself one morning when you were shaving. Maybe we should just not lock the door? What do you think?’ Stefan’s thoughts raced to the basin still as his face turned red with embarrassment at the very thought he’d made a girl wee herself because he’d taken so long in the bathroom. ‘Maybe we should.’ And at that he walked out, quickly checking under his flat mates bed before pouring out the glass of urine and placing the glass in the dishwasher. His mind still visualising his flat mate peeing in a basin in her room...
  21. Restless Ruth People say that the anointing is attractive and in Ruth’s case it very much was. The daughter of a famous preacher, and granddaughter of an even more famous evangelist, preaching, singing and bringing words of prophecy were all standard to Ruth, whose calendar was full years in advance for all sorts of Christian events. This morning she was in her home church were she lead worship and sang solos regularly and where her father often called on her during meetings to pray for those in the congregation. Sunday’s were always long, but glorious, and Ruth lived for them. She loved being in the presence of God and around people and she wasn’t put off one bit by the fact the church had thousands in attendance and the whole thing was televised live for the Christian channel. The day had started early and Ruth had woken at 5:30 to pray and read her Bible. Her time with God always took priority and she sang worship songs as she showered and washed her long golden hair. She stepped into a long flowing sparkling navy dress that showed her vivacious body and large breasts off and flowed generously over her large curves throughout her body. There was a lot of Ruth, but she looked utterly radiant as she dried her long hair and hung it neatly and glamorously displaying her natural curls perfectly. Whilst so many criticised her publicly and privately, Ruth walked in the favour of her God and confidently smiled at her image in the mirror as she read the scripture above it about being ‘fearfully and beautifully made’. She made herself some fresh coffee before filling her two travel cups with more from the coffee maker and having some cereal and fresh fruit. She then went back and lightly put on some make up, just enough to give her a sparkle and colour against the intensity of the TV cameras later. Then it was off to the hour and a half prayer meeting prior to the church service. It wasn’t appropriate to slip out the prayer meeting. It would appear rude to whoever was praying at that point in time and break the flow of the anointing, so despite feeling the effects of her earlier coffee and the half travel mug she had been sipping throughout the prayer meeting, Ruth carried on as if nothing was different. She would just visit the ladies before heading into the sanctuary and going on stage for worship. On leaving the prayer meeting however Ruth because caught up in conversation with a close friend who wanted to pray with her urgently as she felt a strong burden about this morning, telling Ruth, with some concern, that ‘The Devil has a plan to distract you from your calling today. He wants to drag you away from God, entice you away from where you should be. He will pull you so much, so strongly, so powerfully but God is saying to you that you are stronger than you realise and to always put him first. Resist temptation my friend. Whatever happens this morning don’t walk away, don’t give up, don’t bow to the pressure.’ Grace hugged Ruth as she finished and Ruth promised her she would remember her words and stay strong throughout the service. Ruth pondered the words as she stepped on stage and had a quick run through of some of the songs for the service. Caught up in the moment she completely forgot about her bodily needs but by the time she was finished she was hot, thirsty and ready for a break. As she headed for the staff refreshment desk and grabbed a bottle of water and some biscuits she allowed herself to relax a little. It was then she remembered she still hadn’t been to the ladies. She definitely should do that before the televised service began. Ruth gulped down the bottle of water as she headed through the now crowded atrium of the large building to the nearest toilets. Entire families seemed to crowd her way as many wanted to say hi, shake hands and give her a hug. Ruth wasn’t going to offend anyone so she graciously shook hands, accepted and gave hugs and smiled as she finally reached the ladies. It seemed that everyone else had had the same idea and the queue spiralled around outside and along the corridor. Ruth didn’t have time to wait as she turned and looked at the countdown on the large computer screen in the centre of the atrium. Seven minutes until the service started. She glanced at the queue and knew immediately she would never reach the front, use the toilet and get back on stage before the service began. Thinking quickly she wondered if the other toilets at the rear of the building might be quicker. She walked as fast as she could on her shiny high heels down the first aisle, behind the stage and along a corridor to the rear entrance and was almost at the toilets there when her dad saw her and called her name. Ruth couldn’t ignore her dad, not even when she needed the bathroom, so she paused and headed to him instead. He only wanted to let Ruth know that she was a crucial part of the ministry team and he sensed God wanted to use her mightily and powerfully this morning and to listen to God’d voice and be bold to respond. He then placed his arm around his daughter’s shoulder and led her through the door she had just come out of and on into the sanctuary and onto the stage. Ruth couldn’t protest as she now no longer had time to use the toilet anyway and she would just need to go later. She followed her dad on stage and took her place behind the keyboard ready for the service to begin. Standing behind the keyboard she tensed her muscles whenever the need pushed through her mind and subtly moved from foot to foot in time to the music. Concentrating on the words and playing, her growing need seemed to go to the back of her mind as she moved in worship and sang her heart out in praise. As she sat down finally, filling the seat on stage completely with her body as her thighs touched either side of the chair pushing her legs together. Standard chairs and fuller figures were not the best of combinations but Ruth was none the less comfortable, if warm, as she picked up her Bible and travel mug as her dad took the microphone. Listening to her dad praying publicly for those caught in floods in Africa suddenly reminded Ruth’s bladder that it was wanting to flood too. Ruth shuffled restlessly in her seat, grateful the vast majority of people had their eyes closed in prayer. She couldn’t recall feeling this full ever in a service, especially at the beginning, as she looked down at the thousands of people in the congregation and the cameras all around. If she’d been in the congregation she could have easily slipped out to the toilet but on stage that was unthinkable. She’s just need to wait. Ruth tried her best to give her dad and what he was preaching her full attention. She crossed her ankles, bit her lip, wriggled as much as the small tight seating would allow and crossed her legs restlessly as her dad went on and on and on. By midday she had finished her second travel mug as she rubbed her lower tummy and realised just how much liquid she was holding. She mentally thought about different ways she could slip off stage and run to the toilets as between her legs moistened with sweat and pressure. She looked at where the cameras were pointing thinking if the shots were all facing her dad she could step quickly down the stairs and out the side door, but alas one key camera was scanning across the stage regularly, frequently stepping at her. Then she thought about running quickly off when her dad said ‘amen’ but since he always ended the service with a song, which she was due to lead, she couldn’t be missing and embarrass her dad like that, especially not live on TV. She had no choice really but to wait until the whole service was over. She wriggled and squeezed more, unable to really focus on what her dad was preaching, until someone caught her attention. Grace smiled right at her and Ruth immediately recalled what her friend had said before the service started: ‘The Devil has a way to distract you, drag you away, entice you...you will be pulled so much...so strongly...so powerfully...’ but this wasn’t the Devil, it was her bladder, her desperate need to pee that was doing it. Could the Devil use your own body to get you away from God? All Ruth knew was she didn’t ever want to disobey God but she also really needed to use a toilet so very badly right now. So badly she rested her hand between her legs and used her Bible to hide what she was doing as she tried to focus on her father’s preaching. It was only then she realised he was talking about self control. He was talking about a bible verse Ruth couldn’t recall ever reading, despite the fact she’d read her Bible cover to cover several times. Proverbs 25 verse 28 ‘Like a city whose walls are broken through, is a person who lacks self control.’ Ruth clenched tightly as her dad spoke louder and more enthusiastically about the importance of not allowing the walls of your life to break, keeping the barrier closed, keeping the city protected. He animatedly shared about not allowing the enemy to break your mind or your body, holding steadfast to self control because broken walls let out a huge flood that you will always regret. It just all served to shadow the silent inner battle Ruth felt as she restlessly and quietly sat behind her dad holding a torrent of pee pent up inside her as she fought to keep her own private city wall, her urethra, from not breaking. The pressure was unlike anything she had witnessed or experienced, the urge to just give up on sitting still, to disgrace herself by holding herself, to embarrass herself and her father by rushing off stage. Yet as she restlessly sat there struggling to prevent a major accident, that only her own self control was preventing, she wondered if she really cared about God, her ministry and her dad at all. Of course she did! It was just the relentless pushing and screaming from her bladder, the sweat on her palms and the thumping of her own heart that was making it so hard to hear anything but her own voice yelling for release. As her dad concluded his sermon encouraging the waited congregation and the hundreds watching live worldwide to surrender to God and let Him help them to be self controlled, to develop the highest of integrity, to not allow their walls to be broken, Ruth knew it was time to raise from her seat and gently play her keyboard once again, as the rest of the music group made their way on stage too. As Ruth stood she pressed her thighs together as tightly as she could as her wall threatened to crack. She was thoroughly and immeasurably full, so desperate to urinate, so incredibly needy. Tears formed in her eyes, not from the movement of the Holy Spirit, but more from a terrifying fear that self control was no longer in her power. Her own heart beat so fast and hard she could barely hear her fathers voice. Could she do it? She honestly didn’t know. Could she hold on just a little longer? No longer just a battle between her mind and bladder but now between good and evil, obeying or disobeying, self control or defiance, remaining dry or wetting... Ruth flicked her long curly hair in embarrassment as she felt a dribble escape as she turned on her keyboard and started playing. She thought about her long sparkly dress and the curves under it, the generous body, beautiful breasts and excruciatingly full bladder as she gave her whole self into the song and the words of the chorus... Her voice quivering, her pelvis aching, her bladder pulsating...dribbles running down warmly from her knickers through her tights..she sang her heart out... “I surrender all.I surrender all. All to Jesus, I surrender..,I surrender all...” Tearful crowds gathered at the front as Ruth restlessly played on, her own battle crushing beneath her, her city walls cracking slowly and splendidly as her shoes squelched with the outward sign that she was nothing more than a city with broken walls. Ruth slid her shoes off and continued on as Grace’s eyes met hers and tears poured down her face. Her father noticed and motioned for her to come towards him, Ruth, more aware than ever of the warm urine congregated in her black nylon tights gathered all around her feet, and the smell and glistening of her her bodily fluid she had tried so hard to hold back. In humiliation and devastation she cried like a baby as Grace held her and prayed with her. Hearing her dad take the microphone loud and clear Ruth was comforted by his wise words: ‘Walls can be rebuilt. Cities can be protected again. No-one is perfect and God knows we are human. Don’t let one failure stop the anointing. Forgive yourself, as God has forgiven you.’ Suddenly Ruth inexplicably needed the bathroom suddenly again, this time making it just in time as her body released another huge torrent as she pulled off her underwear and tights and placed the soaking items in the sanitary bin and dabbed herself down with toilet paper. After washing her face she walked back in to the still crowded room bare foot but so much lighter and happier than before. Even the most self controlled person had their limits, as restless Ruth learnt that Sunday.
  22. Quivering Quinton Quinton’s phone beeped with yet another text message. With his laptop open at his small office desk he smiled as he saw a photo sent from his eldest daughter. Her shoes had finally arrived, thank goodness, and just in time too. Tonight she was heading out with her friends and sister to a local club as part of a long weekend celebrating her 21st. Boy that made Quinton feel suddenly old as he looked at the excitement on his daughters face and reminisced back to when she was a toddler being that excited when he came home from work. His first daughter, his treasure, his little darling. He finished his coffee and texted her back saying he was delighted and couldn’t wait to see them on and he’d see her around 6 as usual. He then typed in another postcode searching all the local house prices and bringing up details of said properties and as much other facts as he could. Jotting it all down in his notebook he did the same for another two postcodes before grabbing his suit jacket, anorak and work bag and heading to his car. It was good to be busy again and at the rate his daughter’s were asking for things these days he needed every penny he could earn. The first property was straightforward: a well maintained, tastefully decorated and outwardly strong house in a stable neighbourhood with sought after schools. The owners were pleased to see him and gave proof of recent new windows having been fitted and a new bathroom suit. Quinton took a photo of the paperwork on his tablet and typed in the details too. Other than a few loose tiles on the roof and some loft insulation which could be better it was an average visit, made slightly longer by chatty older owners but worth it for the lovely mug of tea he had gladly received. The second property also had an owner present but this time a younger, more pushy man, a very typical buy to let purchaser anxious that Quinton assessed the property at as high a value as possible. Three times Quinton stressed that he wasn’t an estate agent but an independent surveyor and that his valuation would be based on much more than the colour of the bathroom tiles! It was a stressful hour as the owner hovered over Quinton’s every move asking questions about why he was taking photos of things like the electric cupboard and outside pipes. Whilst Quinton knew exactly where in every property to look for all the minute details he needed it was clear this property was one of thousands he had seen before by developers keen to make a house look good on first appearance but with expensive and more important things like pipe work and electrics often ignored. Quinton was glad to get back into the safety of his car as he placed his bag on the passenger seat and started the engine. He was taken a back slightly to see the clock on the dashboard read 4:45 and he checked his watch to confirm. It was also then that he realised for the first time that he could do with a visit to the gents sometimes soon. He toyed with the idea of popping into the local supermarket on his way to his final property but decided he would head to the last one and go back at home as usual. He never used the toilet in any of the houses he visited, it wasn’t at all professional, and instead he would go in the office or back home at the end of his working day. Of course he had needed to go many times, almost daily in fact, but it had never really been a great issue, with a few notable exclusions, and his bladder had grown strong over the years. His wife and daughters were very used to his rushing in and right up the stairs on arrival and with just one bathroom in their small terraced house they pretty much always made sure it was feee for him, thankfully. Quinton typed his final postcode into his sat nav. He didn’t drive to this area as often and his research had already told him it wasn’t the best of areas. He also wasn’t expecting anyone to be at this property, especially in its current condition. It was owned by the bank and he had been warned that he may want to have a torch with him, something which Quinton always kept in his car anyway. By the time Quinton arrived in the street he was regretting his earlier tea with the older couple. He walked down the path to the run down house noting immediately the overgrown unkept garden and broken glass on the front door. Turning the key the dust and smell was almost overpowering by Quinton pushed through regardless. As predicted the lights were off and despite it being daylight still the house was damp, dark and almost derelict. Quinton took plenty photos as he walked through the front room into the narrow gallery kitchen. He used his torch to check every cupboard as he rhythmically moved from foot to foot. Routinely he turned the kitchen tap to record if the property had running water, not for a moment expecting the water to still be connected. As he did so the tap rumbled at first with trapped air before a sudden burst of water shot fast from the tap into the dirty sink causing Quinton to suddenly pinch his little man as the water reminded his body instantly of his full bladder. Quinton groaned before turning the tap off, the still dripping tap making him cross his legs. ‘Thank the Lord there’s no-one here! Sheesh I need the loo after that!’ Trying to complete the survey as quickly, but thoroughly, as possible Quinton left the kitchen, opening an under stair cupboard and checking electric wires, gas fittings and photographing everything before heading upstairs cautiously. The doors upstairs were all closed and Quinton tentatively pushed the first one open which was, as expected, the bathroom. ‘Wow! You’d need to be mega desperate to use that place!’ he exclaimed as he took more photos. Not prepared to be caught out with the water a second time he didn’t bother turning the taps but as he turned to walk out the room he was taken aback at a strong urge to urinate despite the condition of the room. ‘Why does seeing a toilet always make you need it 100 times more? Oh boy I can’t wait to get home. The sooner the better. Jeez I need a slash!’ The two bedrooms were as expected and Quinton headed back downstairs to assess the outside. Whilst the house hadn’t been warm in any way the sudden change in temperature as Quinton locked the front door send another wave of need from his bladder to his penis. He squeezed his thighs and headed to the back garden as quick as he could. The back garden was like a jungle and for a second Quinton actually contemplated opening his fly and peeing in the long grass. He never would of course, being the upright citizen that he was, but just the thought seemed to send more urine into his already full bladder. The walls had bricks out of alignment, the chimney was dangerous, another window was cracked and the roof had tiles hanging loose. Quinton noted everything on his tablet then headed straight to his car. Sitting in the drivers seat he gave his member another squeeze. The sat nav suggested twenty three minutes to home and Quinton dearly hoped it would be quicker. ‘This is a lesson on not accepting tea when you already had coffee at lunch Quinton’ he muttered to himself as he started the engine and set off. Every red light made Quinton squirm and moan as he rubbed and squeezed to help himself hold on. ‘You can do this!’ He encouraged himself time and time again. Finally he was in his home town, which somehow only served to make him want to pee even more so! ‘Gotta wait til home. You can do this. Just keep holding!’ Quinton reversed parked across from his home in the only space available before grabbing his bag and laptop and walking very quickly up his gate and into the house. He threw his stuff at the bottom of the stairs, holding his crotch tightly and took the stairs two at a time as he raced to the bathroom. He grabbed the handle with his free hand and pulled it down, but it didn’t open. He danced and knocked. ‘Who’s in? Are you almost finished?’ No answer. Still holding himself Quinton went next door to his bedroom where he bent forward, undid his trouser hook and held his penis so tight he thought he would break it. ‘Heavens above I NEED to pee!’ Meanwhile his wife, Sally had heard the door and, noticing Quinton’s bags, realised he was home. She shouted up to check anyway. ‘You home darling? Everything ok?’ Quinton squirmed as he still had one hand tight over his crotch as he walked to the landing and called down. ‘Yeah just me honey! Is Becky in the loo or is it Casandra? I’m bursting to get in. She knows I always need it at this time.’ ‘Yeah Becky...she’s just having a quick shower to get ready for tonight. I’m sure she’ll be quick. I take it you don’t want a coffee just yet?’ ‘Oh Lord not right now honey. I gotta use the loo first, honestly.. I’ll just wait up here and then I’ll come down for one if that’s ok. Oh she better be quick I’m so desperate here’ Quinton didn’t care that his wife was looking up watching as he danced with his trousers open and his hand grasping his penis over his boxers. He just had to get into the toilet so urgently. He knocked the door again... ‘Becky you nearly finished darling?’ ‘I’ll not be long dad. Nearly finished!’ Quinton walked to his room, pulled his trousers to his knees and sat on his bed clutching himself and rocking. Beneath his boxers he could feel his penis doing something, and terrified he was leaking, he stood quickly and pulled down his boxers to his knees so he could access his penis and testicles more in the privacy of his bedroom before immediately sitting and rocking and squeezing again. Oh how he ached right now for release. He shook, rocked and kneaded himself as he moaned. ‘Oh Becky hurry up. Hurry up. I need the bathroom so badly. I really do. Your daddy has to go sweetie. Hurry up baby. Daddy is so bursting. Daddy is so desperate. Oh Becky daddy is nearly having a huge accident here. Oh Becky hurry up. Daddy needs a slash my darling. Oh do hurry sweet pea. Daddy needs in so so urgently you know. Oh please don’t keep your daddy waiting. Oh my beautiful daddy just needs into that toilet so so badly. Don’t let daddy embarrass himself. Of course Becky heard none of it but Quinton’s wife did as she crept up the stairs, entranced by her husband’s desperation. She watched from a distance as Quinton’s reflection could be seen clearly in the full length mirrored wardrobe as her nipples hardened and her vagina swelled and moistened. Then something happened that neither Quinton nor his wife expected. Quinton felt something unusual. Similar to going hard but quite different too. He took his hands away from his crotch as his penis grew a little and quivered jerking up and down of its own accord. Quinton watched on shaking, his hands leaning on the bed behind him as his body fought to the end. Four quivers, five quivers, then on the sixth quiver as his half erect penis surged forwards up a huge squirt shot out hitting the wardrobe. Quinton’s wife raced in having grabbed a towel from the linen cupboard as she surrounded Quinton’s crotch as his quivering penis rose and moved as urine shot out again and again in larger and larger spurts, finally relaxing and pouring out fast and furious as his wife struggled to catch it in the bath towel. Quinton breathed, relaxed and rested his head back as his arms and hands held him up behind him leaning on the bed. ‘Oh honey, that’s Becky just coming out now. What a shame you couldn’t wait just a few seconds longer eh’ ‘I’ll....I’ll get changed and bring the laundry down. I’ll put it all on don’t worry. Oh and I could really go that coffee now if you are still offering?’ ‘Absolutely. Oh and Becky wants to show you those new shoes of hers too.’ ‘Yes! Of course. Just give me five minutes and I’ll be done ok. Oh and thanks for that! I owe you beautiful. Lord was I so desperate for that!’ ‘That was a huge amount of piss Quinton. I’ve never seen your body like that before. It was very sexy actually.’ ‘Really?’
  23. Hello to everyone reading this! I will have a 2 hour online class in about 10 minutes and I have to pee really bad. 7/10! I would love for someone to DM me and give me some challenges/encouragement to hold it!
  24. Panicking Pam Pam opened her fridge and knew right away that the boys had had breakfast already. She picked up the almost empty milk, thankful there was enough for a mug of tea at least. Sitting at the breakfast bar she could see Frank in the makeshift study (previously the laundry room before Covid 19), and in the distance she could see Martin on the laptop lounging in the front room. She could only assume Max was on his xbox in his bedroom as per usual. She had a quick skim through Facebook on her phone and then checked the news while she finished her tea then put on her anorak to take Patch for his walk. Pam was so thankful to live near a park where Parch could wander at his own pace, sniffing and meandering freely as she walked the standard two mile walk he was so accustomed to. He was getting on in years now and this twice a day walk was more than sufficient but now more than ever Pam was glad she didn’t need to go far. Times were very different to normal and while she used to love seeing familiar people on her twice daily walk now she was glad the park was empty as everyone was living in fear of a deadly virus. Back home Pam ran the kitchen tap until it ran cold then filled a glass with water and gulped it down. It was surprisingly warm for early April and the anorak had made her sweat. A brief check of the freezer and cupboards before opening the kitchen drawer and grabbing some bags, she popped her head into where Frank was to let him know she was off to brave the supermarket for their once a week shop. Frank kissed her on the cheek and she shouted up to Max and waved to Martin, showing him the bags as he had earphones in, before she headed out the door. Pam didn’t drive, neither did her partner and neither of her boys were quite old enough for lessons, though both were desperate to learn when they could. Being reliant on buses during a pandemic wasn’t ideal but Pam knew they were still running even if the timetable was reduced. The streets were quiet and otherwise busy roads saw very little traffic and Pam let her mind wander as she waited the 25 minutes for the bus. No-one had joined her at the bus stop and she was just one of three passengers now on the bus. Sitting on the warm bus taking the familiar twenty minute ride to the supermarket Pam felt a twinge between her legs, thought she simply ignored it as she gathered her bags and purse ready to disembark from the bus. Pam hadn’t anticipated the scene that awaited her as she walked up the ramp into the supermarket car park. She hadn’t seen this many cars in the car park since the week before Christmas! She headed down the short path towards the main doors her eyes blinking in the sun as it suddenly sank in that the people she could see where actually queuing just to get in! The closer she got the longer the queue seemed as she followed the line of socially distanced strangers silently waiting to enter the store as the line stretched along the side of the store, down the side of the car park, turned round on its self and snaked back again! There must easily be over 100 people in front of her she realised. Noting they all had trolleys already she looked around for the nearest trolley bay and headed to get one. By the time she had a trolley and headed to the queue it had stretched even longer! She joined the end and waited patiently. Ten minutes later she had barely moved as a store colleague headed along the line offering free bottles of water and an open tub of chocolates for those waiting. Pam was warm so readily took the water and decided a chocolate might help keep her energy up too. By the time she finally reached the edge of the store building she’d drank three quarters of her bottle and felt more frequent familiar urges the same as she had on the bus earlier. Pam checked her watch and realised she had been out the house almost an hour an a half already and still she wasn’t even inside the supermarket yet! Feeling another twinge she moved from one foot to the other as the queue edged slightly forward. Now able to see inside the store through the long glass windows Pam could see people in masks and gloves working at the checkouts and she hoped it wouldn’t be much longer before they were serving her. She wouldn’t usually ever use the bathrooms in the supermarket, preferring to wait until she was back home, but given the long wait to get in and a potential long wait for a bus back home, combined with the fact she already needed to go, she reasoned she would visit the ladies quickly before doing her shopping. That thought didn’t help her need to go and she found herself more and more distracted by her bladder as the queue seemed to slow down the closer she got to the entrance. There was now no doubt in her mind that she would definitely find the toilets as soon as she was in as her private areas tingled between her legs and she tapped her foot on the ground anxiously. In front of her a couple stood chatting to each other so much they hadn’t noticed the line move forward. Pam, normally shy and reserved but now very much in need of a toilet, found herself getting annoyed and when they still hadn’t moved 30 seconds later she couldn’t help but say something. ‘Excuse me. Could you move up please!’ It came across more bossy than she meant it but Pam was flustered and stressed, hot and in need of release. The couple looked back briefly before tutting and moving forward. Pam could count how many were in front of her now but standing right in line of the sun was making her hot and bothered. Despite already really needing to use the ladies she finished the bottle of water she had been given and placed it in the bin as she moved forward a little more. Just five people in front of her now, thank goodness. Another one in. Then another. Pam was getting anxious. She didn’t want to make it obvious to anyone that she was bursting but standing still wasn’t easy at all. She tapped her foot, curled her toes in her trainers and bit her lip. She couldn’t even remember when she joined the queue because all she could think about now was getting to the loo as soon as she could. Just three in front now. Finally. As another few left the store the young man in front of the couple was nodded to go in but then Pam watched in horror as a member of staff came closer to the couple and whilst still remaining socially distanced to them the staff member was clearly telling them something they weren’t happy with. Pam silenced her thoughts to overhear. ‘Sorry. It’s one person one trolley. There’s signs all along where you were waiting. I can’t let you both in together I’m afraid.’ ‘But we live together for goodness sake! We are married! We always shop together and we have waited almost an hour to get in! Surely you can make an exception? That’s a ridiculous rule! You just let a woman in a minute ago with a baby! You didn’t say the baby needed it’s own trolley did you! You can’t make one of us go to the back of the queue? The frozen food would be defrosted before they even go in the store! Come on!’ Pam moaned under her breath. She didn’t need this and she was sure the store assistant didn’t need it either! Whilst another two customers left out the other door Pam crossed her legs impatiently. Why did she need to be behind an argumentative couple now of all times when she just wanted into the store toilet before shopping! Pam could feel her heart beating faster now as she hated confrontation but mostly because her need to pee was getting stronger by the second. She pulled one leg behind her and bent a little forwards leaning into the trolley. A married woman in her forties should not be pee dancing outside a supermarket and Pam did all she could to disguise her need. Finally Pam watched as the gentleman in front reluctantly walked away and Pam tried not to look too flustered and panicky as she waited to be told she could enter the store finally. She watched anxiously as another customer left, begging inwardly for the staff member to let her in so she could walk quickly to the ladies. But she didn’t. Pam looked at her annoyed and when yet another customer left she found herself getting more and more stressed. Her body was screaming for release and yet here she was at the mercy of a store colleague releasing her to be allowed in. Despite all her efforts to hide her need when another urge came strongly Pam couldn’t stop herself bouncing on her heels and crossing her legs. She had to say something. She had been waiting long enough now. ‘Excuse me. Am I allowed in yet! Sorry to ask it’s just...it’s just I have been waiting a long time and I emm...I have a bus to catch home. Thanks’ ‘I’m really sorry. I am just waiting on the gentleman in front of you returning. Apparently he hadn’t realised the rules of one person one trolley so he’s just away to get a trolley then I will let him in and then you. Sorry for your wait madam.’ Pam desperately wanted to argue but the poor store colleague looked tired and stressed. So she tried to hold on just a little bit longer. However, when yet another customer wheeled their full trolley out and she could barely stand still for her need to pee she mustered up the courage to ask again. ‘Sorry to ask again, it’s just that I can’t see him coming back and...actually I really need to use the ladies. Would it be ok if I just headed in and he can come in after me?’ The colleague looked sympathetically at Pam, noticing the strain on her face and how her legs continually tapped. She nodded for her to head in and Pam pushed the trolley fast inside the double doors frantically looking for the toilets. She’d never used them so wasn’t familiar with where they were. It took a few fast paced minutes with her head racing and panic setting in more and more before she finally found them. Pushing the trolley through the first door Pam began dancing more as the thought of imminent release intensified her need to pee. She saw a sign on the gents and baby change but didn’t stop to read them but as she went to push open the ladies door and found it locked she quickly read the sign posted to that door too. ‘Due to the outbreak of Covid 19 and to protect our customers unfortunately these toilets are currently unavailable. We apologise for any inconvenience caused.’ Pam grabbed herself between the legs and moaned. She was absolutely bursting for the loo but with no other shops nearby open and no other toilets therefore available she stood there dancing on the spot with her hand between her legs in an absolute panic of what to do. Getting the bus home wasn’t an option as she needed food for her family and there was no way she would be able to wait for a bus anyway without peeing herself. She had no other option but to try and shop with an over full and desperate bladder. Pam wanted to cry. She pushed the trolley back out and into the fruit section quickly putting in bananas, apples, grapes, oranges and pears all whilst trying to stay decent. She walked to the vegetables and put in potatoes, carrots, onions, cauliflower, broccoli and leeks, all the while tapping her foot and biting her lip. She moved to the salad and bent over to put in a bag of mixed leaves, a cucumber, some tomatoes and celery when she felt warm dribbles leak into her knickers. Standing upright Pam panicked. She urgently HAD to get to a toilet. NOW. She looked around for a staff member seeing a pizza counter and raced over. Struggling to breathe she jiggled on the spot frantically as she tried to explain quietly that she urgently needed to find a bathroom. The staff member shrugged and apologised saying unfortunately the bathrooms were locked ‘due to Covid’. Pam panicked as another dribble oozed out of her despite clamping her muscles shut as tightly as she could. Looking around for the quietest aisle she could she raced towards the make up, assuming it was quiet as no-one had anywhere to go currently. Checking no-one else was around she picked up a lipstick and pretended to look at it whilst bending forwards and grabbing herself. Silently, embarrassingly, Pam stood there helpless with the lipstick tightly in her hand still as another long spurt shot out, running down the inside of her leg and pulling into her sock. This time another spurt followed and Pam couldn’t stop as pee continued to flow freely down her leg squelching in her socks and trainers as her bladder relaxed and pushed the content squashed inside it out finally. Unable to do much else Pam casually placed the lipstick back on the shelf, pulled her trainer off and poured out the liquid amassed in it under the counter before putting it back on and pushing the trolley to the next aisle where she placed in some sanitary towels, shampoo and shower gel before continuing on with her full weeks grocery shop hoping that with everything else going on in the world right now that no-one would see that she had wet herself in desperation due to the restrictions of a worldwide epidemic. Everyone would remember the pandemic, thought Pam, but for her it would forever remind her of the panic on finding the ladies locked and what happened as a result.
  25. Obedient Omar Omar was nervous and excited as he logged into the familiar site online. Alone in his flat, as always, on his seventh week in lockdown due to a worldwide pandemic, life should have been boring by now. Perhaps it would have been had he not started week 1 by signing up to a worldwide dating site as he downed a few more beers than normal. ‘Best decision I have ever made’ he thought as adrenaline gave him the biggest smile and even made his penis twitch with anticipation. Casey was online just as they had planned. ‘Hey handsome! Fancy meeting you here! You still ok for tonight?’ ‘Absolutely!’ There was something different about online communication that put Omar at ease so much quicker. Maybe it was the comfort of being in his own home, or the ability to switch off anytime he felt uncomfortable or maybe it was the fact that it was just so much more private and intimate. Whatever it was it was sure making his connection with Casey much hotter and far more enjoyable than he ever thought possible. Last night things had developed rather quickly and what had started as friendly chat had turned into Omar becoming highly aroused to the point of no return. Casey had not only been happy about it she was even actively supporting, touching herself exactly as Omar himself wanted to do to her, slowly stripping herself in ways he described on messages and via video, and saying words that caused his body to react very strongly indeed.The two hour video interaction had been so sexually tantalising that Omar had cum on camera whilst Casey watched on not just once but twice! Just seeing her again in a beautiful revealing top and an inviting smile made his brain replay everything in all its glory causing his penis to rise already. But tonight was HER turn. Omar was determined about that. Casey had taken him to a place of absolute ecstasy and whilst he’d love nothing more than to return there tonight again he had enough self control and respect for Casey to want to repay the favour. He knew she was attracted to him, she’s already said and done enough to prove that, but she’d never actually orgasmed yet on camera and Omar longed to see her do so. So in the aftermath of an intensive and highly erotic evening he had agreed to be her slave tonight and do anything she wished that might give her pleasure. He’d even dug through cupboards and drawers and made a trip out for ‘essentials’ to complete the items on her list. He smiled as he now showed her the handcuffs, whip, the cans of bear and bottle of wine, the towel and the clean underwear. He was game for most things and if Casey wanted to reenact her favourite scenes from Fifty Shades then that’s what he would do. That’s certainly what the items seem to be leading to in his mind anyway. As they made light conversation Casey requested he drink the beer ‘to loosen up’ and Omar was happy to oblige. A while later, when that can was empty she loosely suggested he have another ‘after all you might be getting hot and sweaty later’. Omar liked the sound of that and happily drank more. When that finished Casey laughed and joked that what she had planned would work even better if Omar was ‘relaxed as much as possible’ so actively encouraged another beer. Omar couldn’t refuse since he’d agreed to be obedient and let her be the master. Besides, he was definitely having fun and it was easy to drink when someone else was turning you on, teasing you and getting excited in return. When Casey began touching her breasts and smiling Omar wondered what might be coming next. So far things were fun, but tame, as Casey finally seemed to remember the handcuffs. Omar waved them on camera but as he stood up to do so he found himself moving from foot to foot a little more than normal. He was feeling flushed so took off his shirt and showed off his hairy, toned and muscular chest. Casey ran her fingers over her breasts and ran her tongue simultaneously around her lips in delight. The glimmer in her eyes showing she liked what she saw. ‘Are you wanting me to handcuff myself? Would you like that?’ ‘Maybe soon’ Omar returned to the seat at his computer crossing his legs beneath him as he realised the beers were definitely affecting him. If Casey wanted him handcuffed he might take a quick break first. ‘If it’s going to be later could I maybe take a minute first?’ ‘Why? You ok?’ ‘Yeah, just nipping to the bathroom. I won’t be a minute babe.’ ‘But wait a minute! Wasn’t I meant to be the master tonight?’ ‘Yeah of course! Please master may I take a minute to pee?’ ‘Master says no’ Omar laughed. He wasn’t expecting that but hey he had said Casey was in change and she did seem very excited, which was exactly what he wanted. It wasn’t too bad anyway. So he laughed and replied. ‘Ok. Master rules. So what’s next? Handcuffs? ‘Not yet. What about some wine?’ ‘Really? Ok boss!’ Omar popped the wine and poured himself a glass while Casey watched on screen. At least she had some too so that wasn’t as bad. The only problem was pouring the wine was highlighting the fact he really did need a piss. It would go away or die down soon enough, he hoped, as he dutifully starting drinking the wine. It tasted sweeter than the beer but none the less pleasant. Casey was great company and chatting and playing was a great distraction to his bladder, though he was aware that he was moving around a lot more on his chair and tapping his leg now and again. He thought he would chance asking again. ‘Emmm master, would it be ok if I had a quick piss? I’ll be right back?’ ‘Master says no’ Casey might have been saying no but her smile, cheeky look and actions showed she wasn’t trying to hurt him and clearly just messing around and having fun. Had he not been drinking so much Omar may have realised sooner what was happening but being a little ‘tipsy’ and determined to bring Casey to climax tonight he was too distracted and inebriated to realise that it was actually his desperation to piss that was interesting Casey and turning her on. Still not realising the connection Omar happily obliged when Casey insisted he had another glass of wine even if he did say twice during it that he ‘really needed a pee’. All Omar could see was that Casey was thoroughly enjoying herself and evidently getting turned on and that the only person responsible was him, which pleased him greatly. So when Casey requested he take off his jeans and sit with just his light blue boxers on Omar was only too happy to oblige. ‘Then can I take a quick piss?’ ‘No sexy! Then you can pick up the whip!’ Casey was laughing but she herself had now stripped down to her underwear, sporting a very flattering red lace bra and matching knickers that accentuated every curve and asset of her beautiful figure. Despite very much needing to empty his bladder Omar couldn’t help but feel turned on by seeing her and his hand drifted naturally to his half erect penis. Casey clearly noticed, remarking quickly: ‘Is it that bad you have to hold yourself like a kid?’ ‘What? Oh sorry! It’s just...it’s just that...wow you are are very beautiful woman Casey and you make me want to touch myself ok! Fuck baby you are very hot. So what have I to do with this whip? Where have I to whip myself master?’ ‘Whip yourself?’ Casey laughed, ‘Nowhere! I want you to sit up on the chair slave, bring your knees up so your feet are on the chair too and then using that whip I want you to tickle you feet with it!’ ‘Ah! Fuck! I’ve got it! That secret fetish of yours...you have a foot fetish! I told you I would work it out!’ Casey laughed, a sexy, erotic laugh that Omar loved so much as he dutifully and obediently used the whip as best he could to tickle his feet. He hadn’t expected it to be ticklish but goodness it really was. So ticklish in fact that he suddenly had to grab his dick tight as an urgent and strong need to empty his bladder overtook his body so suddenly he though he would explode. ‘Oh God! Please master can I go piss? I’m bursting here!’ ‘Master says no. Sorry! Now have you got the handcuffs?’ ‘Yes. They are...here they are! Oh come on...can’t I just have a quick slash? I seriously am desperate baby’ Omar hadn’t quite managed to let go of his penis as waves of desperation continued to hit him hard. Now very much squirming and clearly uncomfortable Casey seemed to be getting more and more aroused by the minute. Distracted by his urgent need and unable to stop fidgeting Omar still hadn’t made the connection between his desperate state and the exponential increase in Casey’s libido. ‘So slave, how bad is this need to go pee pee? You aren’t going to leave me just as I am about to climax are you? Now did I do such a thing to you yesterday? No I didn’t. You are a grown man and it’s not much to expect you to wait until I get my promised satisfaction now is it? It’s not like you are going to piss yourself is it?’ Omar, squirming madly on his chair, his bottom pushed right back against the chair and his back leaning forward with one hand tightly between his crotch and the other gripping the arm of the chair as his legs swung, bounced and scissored in and out, so wanted to please Casey, be obedient to her commands and bring her delight, but yet he had to admit, even if reluctantly, that that final question may yet become a very embarrassing reality very soon. ‘I will obey. But oh my God I actually can’t remember EVER having to piss this fucking badly!’ ‘Does this help?’ Casey undid her bra letting it drop suddenly to the floor as she stood close to the camera giving Omar a full on view of her firm, plump and sexy breasts as she licked her fingers sexually and twiddled her own nipples one by one. As bursting as he was to piss Omar had to admit this girl was as hot as they came! He stroked his aching penis with arousal, fully aware that had his bladder not been about to explode any second he would be edging himself extremely close to climax by now, especially now Casey had removed her knickers revealing a closely shaven and very wet vagina with a very hard clitoris. ‘Oh God you are beautiful Casey!’ ‘And you are a good slave turning me on. So handcuffs...Omar handcuff yourself to your seat. Talk to me about how badly you want release. You are so fucking sexy when you are desperate to piss like this. In fact, do you want another beer? You look like you are sweating there and I don’t want you being thirsty. In fact I demand you have another beer then handcuff yourself to the back of the chair you are sitting on. You can put the towel under you first if you want. I am very close to orgasm here you know. Very close indeed.’ ‘And I am fucking going to piss myself! Is that what you want to see? A grown man piss his underwear because you handcuffed him to a chair and made his desperate bladder burst? Oft you drive a hard bargain but God you are the sexiest thing ever! Is that buzzing I hear?’ Casey had straddled her chair naked, her nipples hard and erect, her face flushed and her buzzing vibrator rubbing against her dripping vagina as she ran her other hand through her hair and moaned. Oman, ever obedient, stood from his chair, dancing around and marching on the spot, opened the final beer and drank as much as he could whilst twisting his body to prevent himself from having an accident. He swirled the can at the camera so Casey could hear how much he had drank. Finally the penny dropped and Omar looked directly into the camera head on whispering erotically: ‘I think I’m gonna piss myself. I really can’t hold this much longer! I’m just so bursting, so desperate, I need to fucking piss so bad. Oh please master may I piss before i soak my underpants?’ Casey’s response was as Omar predicted as he watched her pant, insert the dildo inside herself as her eyes lit up with passion and desire. ‘Your fetish! It’s...it’s people pissing themselves isn’t it?’ ‘Just do as you are told slave! Get those handcuffs on!’ Casey continued to play with herself openly and pleasurably while Omar fidgeted, held himself, pee danced like a little child, and moaned as he sat naked, other than his boxers, onto the metal computer chair with the towel on top as he tried to handcuff himself to the back of the chair whilst trying to not piss himself. He had to go oh so badly that it hurt. He couldn’t stand or sit still now and couldn’t dare allow his hand to stop gripping his aching penis. He could feel the weight of the liquid in his bladder and even see how distended it was. It was going to come out wether he wanted it to or not. Omar scissored his legs in and out, crossed his legs and squirmed as Casey pleasured herself more, sliding the buzzing toy in and out as she moved closer to the camera allowing Omar to see and hear everything. The dripping wet vulva, the throbbing lips, the squelching of her juices all making Omar’s heart skip a beat. Against anything he had ever experienced before he couldn’t help but be amazed that despite the fact he was seconds away from exploding with litres of warm piss his aching penis was now hardening and longing with passion too. Casey moaned with passion as Omar moaned in desperation, making Casey moan more in passion and desire even more. As Casey slid the vibratory in harder, faster and deeper Omar squirmed more, moaned more and begged more to be released to piss. ‘Oh God it’s going to come out any second. I can feel it! I can’t hold back!’ Casey increased her pleasuring and edged closer to climax on camera as Omar let out a whimper as a sudden strong wave of urgency hit and, unable to grab himself to prevent it, a shot of warm urine spurt from his erect penis soaking the crotch of his light blue boxers and causing his thighs to glisten with warm liquid and his boxers to cling to his erect penis. ‘Shit! I just leaked. I’m going to explode any second Casey! Please please let me piss! I’m begging you master! It’s so absolutely urgent that I go now! I can’t wait another second longer! This is so embarrassing and humiliating but I honestly am about to burst! Oh master take pity on me! I beseech you to just release me to piss please. I’ve been holding so so long. I’ve been such a good boy! But...oh God...I can’t wait....too many beers, too long a wait...I can’t do this much longer...’ Omar could see the effect he was having, albeit that he was genuinely desperate and not just trying to bring Casey to orgasm. He couldn’t help but notice how she moaned, responded and reacted as her eyes lit up watching his every move and listening to his every word. Just like he had been putty in her hands the previous night she was putty in his hands tonight, seconds away from exploding in her own way as he was seconds from exploding with urine. Time seemed to stand still as both edged ever closer to climax, Omar begging and squirming, his penis twitching and throbbing as Casey rode her vibrator edging closer to climax, moaning and gasping in urgency. Omar bit his lip, bouncing both legs furiously as he closed his eyes and let his head rest back. He clenched as hard as his muscles could as his hard penis shook and twitched in agony for release. ‘Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck! It’s not gonna stop!’ Casey moaned loudly as she reached her point of no return simultaneously as he head tipped back, her heart raced and her body swelled the dildo fir all she was worth as droplets of warm fluid squirted out of her pussy in time with warm liquid oozing from Omar’s erect penis. Omar swore as urine soared through his urethra causing his penis to pound against his soaked boxers as urine soared in the air and poured back down over his belly button, along his stomach and around his thighs, the warm liquid sending shivers right through his body as his moons of relief blending into one with Casey’s. Omar couldn’t stop. He briefly paused only to immediately restart with a surge so strong he thought he might rocket off the chair! He was drenched, totally and thoroughly right from his chest to his toes. But by God did he feel relief like he never had before. Casey climaxed twice as she watched and listened to everything Omar did, shaking with ecstasy and a sense of fulfilment. After a minute Casey broke the silence first: ‘God you really had to go didn’t you Omar? Fair play that was bloody amazing mate. I really need a shower after that!’ ‘Me too! Master, is it ok if I can be released for that?’ ‘Master says yes. Master would also love to do that again sometime. Same time tomorrow?’ ‘Yes! Oh and make sure YOU have plenty of wine this time. See you tomorrow!’
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