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  1. This is my first attempt at omorashi writing, something I’ve been working on for a while now. It’s a pretty common/cliché scenario, but it’s one of my favorites, and I really enjoyed writing it. It’s pretty lengthy since I like to get detailed when I write, something I always tend to do lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Kate’s Urgent Job Interview Iced coffee in hand, Kate exited the Starbucks building and entered her car in the parking lot. Given the importance of the day and the considerable summer heat, she figured it was the perfect drink: the ice to cool her down and the caffeine to keep her alert for what lay ahead in the coming hours. Today was the big day Kate had been waiting for for four years now. After she graduated from college at 23, she had begun her career as a financial analyst at her local bank. It was a great job, and she enjoyed it, but she was an ambitious woman, always wanting more. And so, eager to show her bosses that she had what it took to join them in the upper ranks, she had worked long and hard hours every day. It wasn’t long before her higher-ups took note of her natural charisma, talent, and dedication, so when the time came for the current branch manager — Kate’s boss, Melanie — to retire, they had called Kate to offer her an interview for the position, which she had eagerly accepted. It was her first promotion, and a big step-up, a step that she had every intention of taking. However, that all depended on today’s interview, so understandably she was quite nervous. Back in the car, she set the drink in the cupholder, started the car, and glanced at the clock on the display, which read 9:30AM. Perfect, she thought, relieved. She had been worried that the long line at the coffee shop would have made her late, but she still had plenty of time to reach her destination. Backing out of the parking lot, Kate pulled out onto the main road and resumed her journey, causing the GPS to pipe up again. She had the route memorized, having visited the interview location the previous day, but she didn’t want to risk making a wrong turn and being late, so she had let the GPS run. She sipped away at her cold drink as she slowed to a halt at a red light, her mind wandering rapidly. She had spent hours practicing for this meeting and ran through all the possible questions and the answers she had prepared to soothe her nerves. The drink helped to calm her stomach as well; it was the perfect amount of sweetness at just the right temperature, so she gulped away as she drove on. Her worries about traffic problems had fortunately been unwarranted, and within ten minutes, she had arrived at the interview site, fifteen minutes early for her 10 o’clock appointment. Having parked the car, she turned off the engine and steeled herself for what lay ahead; taking a few deep breaths to calm her growing nerves, she muttered a few words of encouragement to herself before grabbing her files, handbag, and her now empty coffee cup and stepping out. “Alright, here we go. You got this, Kate.” Locking the car, she walked towards the building entrance, throwing out her coffee cup in the trashcan nearby. She was able to see her reflection on the glass doors as she walked closer: an attractive 27-year-old woman wearing a short-sleeved white blouse tucked into her tight black bootcut business pants, which hugged her legs all the way down to her tall black high heels. Wow, I look pretty good, Kate thought, and suddenly felt her confidence rising. With a little smile on her face, she tucked her black hair behind her ears and headed inside the building. She was immediately grateful for the A/C in the lobby within; it was a welcome relief from the outside heat, and she wouldn’t have to worry about going to the interview drenched in sweat. The lobby was empty save for the young receptionist sitting behind the counter — it was a Saturday after all. Kate walked towards her, her heels clicking on the white tiles. The receptionist looked up from her computer at the sound and smiled at Kate. “Hello!” she said cheerily. “How can I help you?” “Hi. I’m here for my interview with Mrs. Larson,” replied Kate, coming to a halt in front of the counter. “Oh yes, of course. You must be Kate,” she said, to which Kate nodded affirmative. “Great! I’m Rebecca, by the way. Mrs. Larson will be with you in about fifteen minutes. You can wait out here in the meantime.” Rebecca gestured to the chairs lining the wall to the right. “There’s also water over there if you would like.” She pointed to several water bottles sitting on a table. “Great, thanks Rebecca.” Kate gave her a quick smile and went to sit by the chairs. Grabbing one of the water bottles, she opened it and took some sips — she was thirsty despite the large iced coffee she’d just had. Wanting to keep her mind off her nervousness, she went through all her files to make sure everything was there and in order. Upon checking everything, she closed her eyes and once again rehearsed all the talking points she had practiced beforehand. By this point, she had rehearsed it so many times she could’ve recited it in her sleep, but it still helped to keep her nerves in control. She also found herself continuously sipping the water, mainly because it gave her hands something to do; plus, she figured it would be a good idea to stay hydrated, considering the day’s intense heat. As she waited, she took in the details of the lobby in which she sat. It was a very modern building, with large windows by the entrance letting in the sunlight from outside, making the polished white tiles shine brightly. A set of comfortable-looking couches were placed on her left underneath the windows, facing a small table in the middle. On her right, behind Rebecca’s counter was a large fish tank, with all sorts of colorful fish swimming about within. She admired it for a while, watching the fish navigate through the water, then glanced at Rebecca, who was typing away on her keyboard. She was quite attractive, wearing a tight red business dress, her curly brown hair flowing down a little past her shoulders. Noticing Kate’s gaze, Rebecca flashed her a quick smile. “Sorry for the wait. Mrs. Larson just texted me saying she’ll come down here in a couple minutes.” Kate nodded and glanced at the clock, which read 9:55. Just five more minutes. Kate thought about Mrs. Larson. She had looked her up before coming — at 37 years of age, she was an important and high-ranking figure at this bank, which made Kate even more nervous. It was important she made the best impression possible, and for that this interview needed to be perfect. Kate drank the last few sips from her water bottle and was about to get up to throw it out when she heard footsteps coming from the hallway to the right, and suddenly a blonde woman walked into the lobby. She looked very professional, wearing a black business suit with a tight black skirt and high heels. Even though Kate had never seen her before, she knew instantly that she was Mrs. Larson. Sure enough, the woman immediately saw Kate and walked towards her. “Hi, you must be Kate. I’m Jennifer Larson, I’ll be conducting your interview today, although I’m sure you already knew that.” Mrs. Larson extended her hand. Quickly getting up from her chair, Kate shook her hand and smiled brightly. “Yes, hello, Mrs. Larson, I’ve been looking forward to meeting you!” “The pleasure is mine. I’ve heard great things about you from Melanie; she says you’re one of the best workers she’s ever had!” Kate blushed at the compliment. Mrs. Larson gestured to the hallway. “Shall we? My office is this way.” “Of course.” Kate picked up her belongings and followed Jennifer Larson down the hallway out of the lobby. “You know, Melanie personally recommended you for her position before she retired,” Mrs. Larson continued as they walked. “If what she said about you was right, I think you would make an excellent branch manager.” “Thank you, I sure hope so!” Kate replied, delighted that Mrs. Larson already had a good impression of her. She had to remember to thank her boss Melanie after this was all done. “Well, now is your time to prove that,” Mrs. Larson said. They navigated through a few hallways and turns, until they reached an office at the far end of the building. “After you.” Mrs. Larson held the door open and gestured into the empty office. It was a very nice office, medium-sized, with the same white tiles from the lobby. On the back wall was a large glass window looking out to the back-parking lot, and sitting next to the left wall was Mrs. Larson’s desk, upon which lay several documents, a couple framed pictures, and her computer. “Please, take a seat,” Mrs. Larson said, closing the door behind her. “Let’s get right into it, shall we?” Kate seated herself behind the desk and set her documents on the table, while Mrs. Larson sat opposite her and began typing on her computer. “Alright, let me just get myself ready… ah yes, here we go. Ready to begin?” Mrs. Larson inquired. “Yes ma’am,” was Kate’s reply. “Excellent. Now, as I’m sure you know, we’ve got quite a bit of things to discuss, so this will take about two to three hours.” Kate nodded. “Alright then. Oh, would you like some water before we start?” Mrs. Larson pointed out the water dispenser behind her. “Yes, that’d be great,” Kate answered, nodding. Mrs. Larson filled up two large glasses full of water and handed one to Kate, who took a couple sips before setting it down. She was starting to get nervous again, but the cool water was soothing to drink. Her nerves must’ve showed on her face because Mrs. Larson laced her fingers together and looked at her, giving her a warm smile. “Now, no need to be nervous, this is just a friendly meeting between two people, okay? I just want to get to know you better.” Kate nodded, taking a deep breath. “Alright, let’s begin. Let’s start simple: why do you want this position?” Kate had been prepared for this question, and after all those previous mental rehearsals, the words came to her mouth almost automatically. “Well, I’ve been working at this company for four years, ever since I graduated college, and I’ve been working really hard to stand out and…” The words began spilling out of her mouth, a little slow and choppy at first, but becoming smoother and more natural as she spoke. Although she had spent hours planning her answers beforehand, she did her best to make her response sound genuine and not rehearsed or robotic. As she spoke, Mrs. Larson nodded along and began taking notes on her computer. And so the interview carried on, Mrs. Larson asking her questions, and Kate answering them, followed by Mrs. Larson’s notetaking. Her nerves soon began to settle, and Kate grew more confident in her responses. In between each question, she would take a large sip of her water, almost involuntarily; it helped her keep her throat from drying out, and provided her a pause to gather her thoughts. Before she knew it, she had completely emptied the glass, and it had hardly been fifteen minutes. “Wow, you drank that fast,” Mrs. Larson mentioned, glancing at the empty glass. “Thirsty today, huh?” “Little bit, yeah,” Kate agreed. “I think it’s the heat.” “I know, can you believe this weather? These summers are becoming unbearable. Here, let me refill that for you.” Kate handed her the glass and Mrs. Larson held it under the tap and pressed the nozzle, causing the water to gush out and splash noisily into the glass. It was then that Kate suddenly felt a twinge in her bladder, and she realized that she had completely forgotten to use the bathroom before the interview. In fact, the last time she had gone was back home this morning before she had left her house a couple hours earlier. She suddenly remembered the iced coffee and all the water she had drunk before. It’s fine, she thought. It’s not that bad anyway, I’ll get through fine. The signals from her bladder were weak, and she hardly felt it, so without much more thought on the matter, she put it out of her mind. “Here you go.” Mrs. Larson handed her the refilled glass of water. “Alright, now, let’s see… why do you think you would make a good branch manager?” Kate cleared her throat. “Well, I have many leadership qualities that are necessary for holding a position like this. I also have lots of experience having managed large groups of people and organizing events back when I was in college.” She proceeded to list out the many student organizations that she had been part of, and even a couple she had founded herself. Mrs. Larson nodded with approval, much to Kate’s happiness, and jotted down her notes. Kate was really starting to become engaged in the conversation, and found herself talking with newfound enthusiasm, encouraged by Mrs. Larson’s positive reactions. She took another sip of water, although now she was trying to limit her water intake, so that Mrs. Larson wouldn’t have to fill her glass for a third time. On the other hand, the signals from her bladder were becoming more frequent now, and she didn’t want to put even more liquid in her body, knowing it would be over two hours before she would have access to a restroom. She found herself looking at the framed pictures on the desk. One was a picture of a young girl, probably around eight years old, and the other was the same girl standing with a slightly younger looking Mrs. Larson and another man. “My husband and daughter, Mia,” Mrs. Larson said, noticing Kate looking at the pictures. “She actually just turned nine last week.” “She’s very pretty,” Kate said, smiling at the photo. She could see the resemblance between mother and daughter, both having the same blue eyes and blonde hair. “Yes, and she’s a total handful, too,” Mrs. Larson said, chuckling. “So much energy, always bouncing around. Drives me crazy sometimes.” Kate gave another smile in response. This is good, she thought. Connecting with her personally is definitely a good sign. She was starting to feel pretty good about this meeting. Over the next half hour, the interview continued normally, nothing much out of the ordinary, and it seemed that everything was going great. There was, however, one small problem: her bladder had filled alarmingly fast throughout this time, and suddenly it had become quite distracting. It certainly wasn’t ideal, but Kate was strong-willed, and she prided herself in her ability to focus even through the most annoying distractions. Besides, she had often worked long hours without bathroom breaks before, so she didn’t feel too worried. She shoved the issue out of her mind once more and shifted her focus back to the interview. “Very good, Kate,” Mrs. Larson said some time later after Kate had finished answering another question with flawless diction. “I’m starting to see Melanie’s claims about you are true.” As she finished typing on her computer, she reached for her own glass of water and took some sips. The sight of this caused yet another reaction from Kate’s now rapidly-filling bladder, and this time, Kate found herself having to cross her legs to ease the pressure. This is worse than I thought, Kate thought nervously. She was suddenly starting to regret all those liquids she had drank before. The glass of water in front of her was half empty, but she had left it untouched for the past fifteen minutes. Drinking anymore would definitely not be a good idea. “Now, what are your thoughts on your ability to manage conflicts? Or more specifically, how would you go about resolving disputes among your team members or colleagues?” Mrs. Larson’s questions snapped Kate back to reality, forcing her to put the issue of her filling-bladder to the back of her mind. She was finding it harder to concentrate now and found herself having to pause a moment to recollect her thoughts before answering. Fortunately, those hours of practice once again came in handy, and allowed her to answer confidently. She managed to regain her concentration, but unfortunately found that she could no longer put the distraction of her urinary urge out of her mind, as it was quickly increasing in urgency. Still, she tried not to worry too much about it, feeling confident that it would not be a major issue. An hour and a half into the interview, however, Kate was alarmed to find that her need had grown significantly worse, and she found herself constantly bouncing her right leg under the table to manage the distraction of her now uncomfortably full bladder. The pressure was bad and rapidly getting worse, and the stinging sensation between her thighs was far worse than just a distraction by now. The blasting A/C was not helping either. She was used to going long periods of time without a bathroom, and she knew she had a larger bladder than most, but she had not anticipated it to fill at such a rapid rate. It must have been the interview nerves, she deduced. Why did I drink all that water? she thought, annoyed at herself for having overlooked such a silly thing. She realized too late that coffee was a diuretic too, and she had drunk an entire large cup of it. Crossing her legs once again, Kate did her best to listen intently as Mrs. Larson asked another question. This time it was one she hadn’t planned for, and she found herself having to come up with a good response on the spot. Normally it wouldn’t have been a problem — she was skilled at thinking quickly on the spot — but her predicament was preventing her from thinking straight. In the end she managed to formulate an answer, although she knew it wasn’t the best answer she could’ve given. It’s fine, she assured herself, it’s just one question, just forget about it. If there was one thing she couldn’t forget now, though, it was her growing need down below; it was now constantly in the back of her mind, the warning signals from her bladder insistent and urgent, refusing to leave her alone. As Mrs. Larson was typing, Kate stole a quick glance at the clock and realized there was still over an hour left. She had been convinced that she would easily be able to make it through the interview, but now she was genuinely beginning to worry if she could even wait that long. I have to, she thought. There was no way she was going to ask Mrs. Larson for a bathroom break. It was highly unprofessional and child-like, and she couldn’t risk ruining the reputation she was building. After all, this was her entire career on the line. With that, she steeled herself once more, took a deep breath, and soldiered on. Mrs. Larson seemed to have taken a great interest in Kate by now, and really seemed to be enjoying their conversation. She spent a lot of time on each question, asking Kate several side questions each time, and furiously typed away on her computer at Kate’s every response, making comments in between and prolonging the interview more and more. Normally for Kate this would’ve been great — in fact, she had been hoping this would happen. Kate knew that a long interview meant the interviewer liked you and wanted to get to know you better, and it was clear Mrs. Larson was doing exactly that. But as Kate’s urgent predicament grew worse with each passing moment, she was really starting to wish Mrs. Larson would pick up the pace. They had moved onto more advanced topics now, with Mrs. Larson testing her knowledge to ensure she knew all the necessary information needed for the new position, almost like an oral exam in a way. This was no problem for Kate, who already had four years of work experience, and knew more than what she needed from all her preparation. “What kinds of banking software can you use, or are most comfortable with?” Mrs. Larson asked, and Kate launched into yet another response, going into great depth to showcase her knowledge and experience on the matter. All the while, her right leg bobbed up and down rhythmically as she fought to keep her now desperate need from clouding her concentration. She was talking faster now as well — she wanted to end the interview as soon as possible but didn’t want to leave out any details in her responses. The last thing she needed was to seem half-hearted about things she was passionate about. It was about ten minutes later, as Mrs. Larson was in the middle of making a comment, when there was a knock on the door. Cutting off her words, Mrs. Larson looked at the door perplexed, as did Kate, and announced, “Yes? Come in.” The door opened and Rebecca poked her head into the office. “Really sorry to interrupt, Mrs. Larson, but Mr. Jones just called in, he says he needs to talk to you.” “Now?” Mrs. Larson asked, slightly irritated. “I’m in the middle of an interview, tell him I’ll call later.” “I did tell him that, actually, but he’s insisting. He says it’s urgent.” Mrs. Larson sighed, tapping her fingers on the table, still slightly annoyed about the interruption, but in the end, she said, “Alright, fine, tell him I’ll call him back in five minutes.” Rebecca nodded and disappeared behind the door. “Sorry about that, Kate, but it looks like we’re going to have to pause for a bit.” “Of course, that won’t be a problem.” Suddenly Kate was excited. This might just be the perfect opportunity that she had desperately been needing. Surely, she could quickly nip to the Ladies room while Mrs. Larson left to take her call and empty her aching bladder at long last. Just the thought was making her feel relieved. “Well, before I go, let’s just finish up what we were talking about, shall we?” Mrs. Larson glanced at the notes on her computer to jog her memory of their discussion. She had hardly opened her mouth to resume their conversation, however, when the office door reopened, and Rebecca’s head poked in once more. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Larson, Mr. Jones says he needs to talk now.” “Oh, for god’s sake, alright.” Exasperated, Mrs. Larson stood up from her desk. “Sorry again, Kate, I’ll be right back, just sit tight.” She began striding quickly towards the door, and Kate, who had been hoping to ask her if she could go use the bathroom before she left, began stumbling over her words. “Oh, actually, I was wondering, um…” But Mrs. Larson had already walked out the door, and Rebecca closed the door behind her, leaving Kate gaping at the door in silence, her request unheard. Damn it! Kate thought, frustrated. That had been her chance, the perfect opportunity, practically handed to her on a silver platter, and she had let it slip by. It was almost like the universe was taunting her, giving her hope of relief and snatching it away at the last second. Alone in the office, she was at least glad for the privacy. She had been making a conscious effort to keep her desperation from showing outwardly, but at least now she could let her guard down for a bit. Tapping her feet on the floor, she sighed heavily and glanced about, worry now lining her face as she wondered if there was any way out of her predicament. The balloon of pee inside of her was pressing heavily on her sphincter now, demanding to be released, held only at bay by her clenched abdominal muscles. Cold air continued to flow out of the air vent on the wall next to her, only adding to her misery. She thought woefully of how she could’ve been sitting on a toilet at this very moment had she been able to speak up sooner and ask Mrs. Larson for the restroom. Maybe I can still go, she thought, turning in her chair. Surely the phone call would take some time, five minutes at least, during which time she could quickly run to the restroom and back — Mrs. Larson wouldn’t even know Kate had left the room. It was extremely tempting, and she gazed at the hallway outside longingly. Go on, one part of her brain was saying. Just do it, just go. But she couldn’t. It was just too risky — she had no idea how long Mrs. Larson’s phone call would be, and if she came back to the office to find Kate gone, that would be disastrous. I’m just going to have to wait, she thought miserably, slumping back into her chair. And so she did, rubbing her hand up and down her thigh as she squirmed in her chair, hoping Mrs. Larson wouldn’t take too long. After about five minutes, the office door reopened and Mrs. Larson walked back into the room, apologizing to Kate once more for the delay, and, not wanting to waste any more time, immediately resumed the interview from where they had left off. By now it was about two hours into the interview, and her situation was dire. Kate was crossing and re-crossing her legs every couple of minutes, and when they weren’t crossed, she was vigorously bouncing them both non-stop. She kept her heels raised as high as she could to prevent the tip of the heel from tapping on the floor and making noise. She was starting to glance at the clock every few minutes now, and it seemed to her that the minute-hand had stopped moving. At one point, Mrs. Larson paused to refill her glass of water from the dispenser. The sound of the water splashing into the glass seemed deafening, and it was pure torture for Kate as she did her best to not concentrate on the noise, which was impossible. Oh my god… Kate thought despairingly. How much longer do I have to wait? As if she’d heard Kate’s thoughts, Mrs. Larson glanced at the clock and exclaimed, “Wow, we’ve been here for over two hours already! Time sure flies doesn’t it?” Kate nodded with a weak smile, hoping this would mean that Mrs. Larson would finally speed things up. Her hopes were not long-lived, however, because then her interviewer said, “Well, I hope you’re not getting bored because I’ve still got many questions for you. So settle down, we’ll be here for another hour I’d say.” Oblivious to Kate’s plight, she gave her a quick smile, and it was all Kate could do not to groan in despair. As they headed into the final hour of the interview, it seemed to Kate as if time itself had slowed to a crawl. She had hoped earlier that her bladder would stop filling up as fast towards the end, but if anything, the exact opposite was happening. With 45 minutes to go, it seemed as if her kidneys had gone into overdrive, pumping all that liquid from the coffee and water into her bladder as fast as possible. Kate could almost feel the urine coursing through her ureters into her bladder. To her alarm, she found that crossing her legs didn’t seem to help at all anymore, and found herself bouncing her knees with newfound urgency, sitting upright on the edge of her chair now. With each minute, her need seemed to grow exponentially, and her bouncing legs grew more and more frantic. She silently cursed herself for being so stupid. It was such a silly thing — how could she have drunk all that liquid and forgotten to use the bathroom beforehand? Here she was, a grown professional woman at an extremely important interview, one that could kickstart her career, and all she could think about was running out of the room so she could relieve herself. Her concentration had all but abandoned her at this point, and even the hours she had spent practicing seemed to be of no help anymore, as her mind was almost entirely preoccupied by her dilemma. She had to pause between each sentence, fighting to keep her focus on her responses, and whenever Mrs. Larson spoke, Kate could barely make out what she was saying. Her toes curled tightly inside her shoes, she fervently willed the time to go faster, but each minute seemed to last a year. With thirty minutes still left, Kate’s bladder was absolutely bursting at the seams. She could feel the ocean of urine pressing against the walls of her poor, throbbing bladder, beginning to stretch it past its limit. It was all she could do to maintain her composure above the table: she would force a smile whenever necessary, and held a neutral expression otherwise, doing her best to keep the urgency of her situation out of her face and voice. Underneath the table though, it was a completely different story: she couldn’t keep her legs still for even an instant, practically running a marathon in place as she bounced them up and down furiously and swung them side to side. She was grateful for the fact that the desk was opaque, so Mrs. Larson couldn’t see what was happening down below. Even so, the woman was beginning to pick up on Kate’s distress. “Kate, is everything alright?” Mrs. Larson asked, sounding concerned. “You seem very jittery and tense.” For a moment Kate debated if she should just tell Mrs. Larson what was going on. She desperately needed to use the bathroom, and she knew she couldn’t wait much longer. Maybe if I just ask for a quick break, she thought, just two minutes, that’s all, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind. As much as she longed for it though, she couldn’t do it. It was too embarrassing, and Kate knew it would cast a terrible impression on her. And so she swallowed, forced herself to smile, and said, “Y-yes, yes, everything’s fine, thanks.” Mrs. Larson nodded. “Getting restless, aren’t you? I know it’s been a long interview, but I promise, we’re almost done. I just tend to ask many questions when I like the person I’m interviewing.” Clearly this was a compliment, and Kate probably should’ve acknowledged it somehow, but all she could do was nod. Even smiling was becoming difficult now. She glanced at the clock again. Just twenty more minutes, just twenty minutes… She could barely concentrate on what Mrs. Larson was saying anymore, and multiple times she had to ask her to repeat herself. Speaking seemed impossible, and she was stammering in almost every other sentence, her voice quavering. It was all she could do not to moan in desperation as the seconds dragged on. Her bladder was absolutely pounding at her now, waves of intense desperation washing over her body as she sat there in pure agony. Under the table, her legs seemed to have a mind of their own, bouncing up and down uncontrollably with great speed. When they grew tired of bouncing, she would fan them in and out forcefully, so fast they were in danger of smashing onto the side of the wooden desk. She found herself sweating despite the frigid air of the room. It was about five minutes later, as she was stuttering out an answer while Mrs. Larson sat listening intently, when suddenly she felt a spurt of urine shoot out into her white panties. She stopped speaking suddenly, and, almost automatically, her right hand shot down and she grabbed herself between her legs. To her great relief, the spurt stopped almost as suddenly as it came, and she managed to regain control. Stifling a gasp, she resumed speaking, hoping Mrs. Larson hadn’t noticed her moment of panic, her right hand still clenching her crotch. She felt a warm dampness in her underwear, but the spurt had been small, and she knew it couldn’t have done much damage. That was too close, Kate thought, panicking. If this interview doesn’t end soon… no, no, that won’t happen. I’ll make it. As determined as she was though, Kate knew she was quickly reaching her limit. Her bladder was almost overflowing with a lake of urine, and there was a very noticeable bulge on her abdomen as her expanding bladder pressed against the underside of her tight business pants. She just couldn’t hold it in much longer, she needed to get out soon. All she could do was pray that Mrs. Larson would finish up quickly. Another glance at the clock told her it was 12:55PM. She had been told the maximum time for the interview would be three hours, meaning it had to end in five minutes. She could hardly believe she had made it this far, but these last five minutes were the hardest. At this point, Kate hardly heard nor cared about what was coming out of Mrs. Larson’s mouth. Her answers were short, choppy, and forced, every muscle and fiber in Kate’s body working strenuously to hold in the massive dam inside her. Her composure was quickly deteriorating: her face was flushed pink, sweat was beading on her forehead, and her eyebrows were furrowed in concentration and desperation. There were tears in her eyes now, and she tried to blink them away to no avail. Under the table, her legs were bouncing so furiously they were a blur, her knees banging together as she frantically swung her legs side to side. By now she wasn’t even trying to prevent her shoes from hitting the ground, so there was a rapid tap tap tap sound as her feet moved. Both of her hands were now jammed in between her legs, but even that was not enough to stop the sudden spurts escaping into her panties each minute. One more look at the clock showed that it was finally one o’clock. C’mon, it’s been three hours, please, just end it, end the interview… Kate looked pleadingly at Mrs. Larson, who was once again typing away on her computer, still completely unaware of the fact that her interviewee was on the verge of wetting herself all over the floor. Then, at long last, Mrs. Larson finally spoke the words that Kate had been longing to hear for the past hour: “Alright, Kate, that’s all the questions I have for you.” Thank god, oh, finally! Kate was already reaching down to grab her handbag when Mrs. Larson said, “Well, I suppose now it’s your turn. Do you have any questions for me?” Shit. In her desperation, Kate had completely forgotten that she had to ask questions too. It was proper interview etiquette and was almost always expected. She had even come prepared with an entire list of them that she had planned on asking. Mrs. Larson sat there, waiting for Kate’s response, who was sitting in her chair in pure agony. Her bladder was on fire, and it felt like there was a lake of lava inside just seconds from erupting out. She wanted to cry. I can’t wait any longer, I can’t. Suddenly another spurt escaped, this one coming out for a full second before she could stop the flow, and she felt the wetness seeping through her panties onto her black pants. At that moment, she knew she had reached her limit, and waiting any longer would only prove disastrous. Not asking any questions may cause her to lose some points, but anything was better than flooding her pants in front of her potential boss. Taking a deep breath, Kate stammered out, “N-no, I-I don’t have any questions.” She did her best to smile, but at this point she would’ve been lucky if it came out as a pained grimace. “Oh, alright then,” Mrs. Larson said, clearly disappointed. “Well, if that’s the case, I suppose this interview is over.” And with that, she stood up. This was the part that Kate had been dreading. What if standing caused her to lose complete control? She’d been grasping her private parts tightly over the past ten minutes to hold back the flood, but she wouldn’t be able to do that once she stood. She brought her hands back up over the table so she could gather her documents, her legs shaking twice as hard to compensate for the lack of her hands. She hastily shoved all her papers into the folder she had brought, then reached down for her handbag. Finally, folder in one hand and handbag over the other shoulder, she pushed her chair back and stood. She felt the weight of her bladder pressing down from gravity, and squeezed her thighs together, fearing the worst. Through her sheer willpower, she was able to keep the waterfall inside at bay, but it took an incredible amount of effort, an effort she could not sustain for much longer. Turning around, she looked at Mrs. Larson, who stood by the door, holding it open for her. She walked forward in short, quick steps, keeping her thighs as close together as possible while still trying to look normal. Outside the office, she wanted nothing more than to make a beeline for the nearest bathroom, but she knew she had to say her farewells to Mrs. Larson, so she turned back, waiting for her to extend her hand and bid her goodbye. Instead, Mrs. Larson closed the door behind her and said, “Let me escort you back to the entrance. I know these hallways can seem like a labyrinth if you aren’t familiar with them.” Kate’s heart sank. She had been hoping she could walk back by herself so no one, especially Mrs. Larson, would witness her predicament. At this point, though, she was too desperate to care: the pressure was absolutely unbearable now, and Kate was jiggling her legs forward and back as discreetly as possible. She needed to find a toilet now, and she knew that she could no longer hide her need. So, as Mrs. Larson made to walk back down the hallway, Kate quickly interrupted her and said in a shaking voice, “Actually, Mrs. Larson, c-can you please show me to the bathroom?” “Oh, um,” Mrs. Larson turned back around, clearly not expecting this request. “Actually, I’m sorry, Kate, but there’s a rule that the restrooms in this building are for employees only,” she said apologetically. “It’s a stupid policy, I know, but apparently it’s some insurance issue.” It felt as though someone had plunged a knife into her heart. “Oh.” Kate couldn’t believe her ears. No, please, what am I going to do now? I can’t hold it any longer! She was completely panicking now. She was beyond her limit; it was a miracle she’d made it this far, but it had all been for nothing. This had been her only hope, the chance to finally use the bathroom at the end of the interview, but even that had now been taken away from her. With no other bathroom nearby, all she could hope for was to get out of the building before she wet herself, so that at least Mrs. Larson wouldn’t witness her humiliation. But even as she stood there, she knew that would be impossible. Once they got to the lobby, Mrs. Larson would surely want to exchange a few last words before she let her go, and given her current state, she knew she could not wait that long. Losing all hope, Kate began bracing herself for the great embarrassment that was to come… Mrs. Larson looked at Kate, who stood rooted to the spot, still apologetic about having to deny her access to the restroom. But when she looked into Kate’s eyes, she was surprised to see a look of agony and sheer urgency in them. Concerned, Mrs. Larson looked at her flushed cheeks, then glanced down at her legs, which were now swinging wildly back and forth, and finally understood what was going on. Quickly clearing her throat, she said, “Although, if it’s an emergency, I’m sure no one would mind if I make an exception.” “Yes! Oh, th-thank you so much.” Kate looked at her gratefully, waiting for her to lead the way. Mrs. Larson, finally realizing the urgency of Kate’s situation, quickly turned, and said, “Of course, follow me!” She began walking briskly in the other direction, and Kate followed as fast as she could, trying to avoid any jolts to her bladder. They rounded a corner up ahead, and at the end of the hallway on the right was the most welcome sight Kate had ever seen: a door with a Ladies Room sign. Just seeing it made her bladder throb even more, and she quickened her pace, overtaking Mrs. Larson as she strode towards the door, her heels clicking loudly on the tiles. “Here you go, Kate,” she heard Mrs. Larson say behind her, but she was already way ahead of her. Upon reaching the door, she turned the doorknob and burst inside; it was a small private room with a single toilet and a sink inside. Slamming the door shut loudly, she fumbled with the knob and locked the door. In the privacy of the bathroom, she threw her folder and handbag to the floor and squeezed her lady parts with her right hand again. The sight of the toilet seemed to triple her need, and she knew she was seconds away from losing control; she could already feel spurts of pee shooting into her underwear. Rushing over to the white bowl, she stood in front of it and her hands began to frantically claw at the button on her pants. Her fingers moved furiously, Kate working them as quickly as she could, while her legs shook violently from sheer desperation. Finally managing to shove the button through the hole, she yanked the zipper down with such force it almost broke. She pulled down her black business pants to reveal her soaked white panties, and, already starting to squat, she grabbed the sides and tore it down. The instant her panties had exposed her shaved pussy to the cool air, and before she had even fully sat down, a jet of pee shot out of her urethra. Her panties finally down and out of the way, Kate’s bottom collapsed onto the toilet with a thud, and finally, at long last, Kate relaxed her muscles and let the floodgates open. A torrent of thick, clear pee erupted out from between her thighs and thundered into the porcelain of the toilet with a deafening noise. Eyes rolling to the back of her head, Kate heaved out a long and massive sigh of relief, but it was drowned out by the sound of all her pent-up urine splattering loudly against the porcelain. The stream was so powerful that tiny drops of pee were bouncing back up and splashing onto the underside of her legs, but she couldn’t have cared less. Kate sat on the toilet in a state of absolute pure bliss; the relief coursing through her veins was orgasmic, simply indescribable. She leaned forward, her arms leaning on her legs, eyes closed. All that coffee, all that water that had been pounding against the walls of her bladder for the past three hours was cascading out of her like water from a firehose, a never-ending waterfall. “Ohhh…” Kate couldn’t stop the sighs from escaping her lips. Her stream seemed to go on and on with no intention of stopping — even after an entire minute, the thick pee stream continued to gush out from between her lips with great force. The sound of pee splashing against the white porcelain echoed loudly in the small bathroom, filling Kate ears; it was the sweetest sound she had ever heard. Finally, after about a minute and a half, the stream slowly began to taper off, until it eventually trickled to a stop. Even after she stopped peeing, she continued to sit there, enjoying the relief still coursing through her body. She felt absolutely exhausted after the ordeal that she had endured. The past three hours had been some of the most excruciating moments of her whole life, an experience she never wanted to go through again. She could hardly believe that she had actually made it without completely humiliating herself — in a way, she was actually proud of herself. It was silly, of course, but she had only managed it because of her sheer strength, will, and determination. And her bladder of steel, of course. Finally, she opened her eyes and looked down at her clothes to inspect the damage. Her panties had completely soaked through, which was unsurprising given all the spurts she’d had back at the office. Her main worry was her pants, but she was relieved to find that there was only a small wet patch on the front. Since the pants were black, it was hardly noticeable anyway. Grabbing some toilet paper, she wiped herself dry, pulled up her panties and pants, tucked in her blouse, and zipped and buttoned herself. Flushing the toilet, she walked to the sink, washed her hands, and took a look at herself in the mirror. Other than her still-flushed cheeks and the sweat on her forehead, she looked normal, and there were no other signs that she had almost just wet herself at a job interview. She turned around and went to pick up her stuff from the floor. In her frantic rush, she had thrown her folder to the ground haphazardly, causing half the documents to fly out all over the place. She was lucky the floor was dry and clean; she quickly picked them up, put them back in her folder and slung her handbag over her shoulder. As she was about to head out, she remembered that Mrs. Larson was waiting outside the door, and with a twinge of embarrassment wondered how much she had heard. Looking down at the bottom of the door, she saw that there was a large gap between the door and the floor, meaning Mrs. Larson had definitely heard everything. Sure enough, when Kate unlocked the door and headed outside, Mrs. Larson looked up at her with raised eyebrows and a look of mild surprise. “My goodness, Kate, it sounded like you really needed that.” Kate blushed despite herself, but then figured that there was no point in hiding the obvious anymore. “Yeah, I had a little too much to drink,” she said sheepishly, smiling awkwardly. The two of them began the walk back to the lobby. “I had no idea it was so urgent,” Mrs. Larson said, shaking her head. “I mean, I didn’t even know… How long had you been waiting?” “Actually, I’d been needing to go since the start of the interview,” Kate admitted. She couldn’t believe she was talking about this with her future-boss-to-be, and yet for some reason she didn’t feel that embarrassed about it anymore. “You sat through that whole interview on a full bladder? Oh, you poor thing.” Mrs. Larson gave her a sympathetic look. “I was wondering why you were so tense and agitated towards the end. I thought you were just tired from sitting for so long. You seemed so restless and flustered; I was starting to get worried something was wrong. You should’ve at least said something, you know.” Kate was surprised. She had never expected this woman, a highly professional and important figure, to be so understanding about something like this. “I know, I just didn’t want to interrupt the interview for something so minor.” “Nonsense. If you need something, never sit there and suffer in silence. Learning to speak up to get what you want is an important skill for a branch manager, you know.” Kate nodded, still feeling slightly embarrassed about the whole situation, but she knew there was truth in her words. “That being said, I have to say I’m quite impressed. You performed very well on the interview, and the fact that you managed to hold your composure even with a bursting bladder for a full three hours is commendable. It really showed me the dedication you have for your job.” Kate couldn’t believe it. Was her bladder actually going to help her get this job? She couldn’t help but be amused at the absurdity of the whole situation, her lips curling up in a small smile. Just ten minutes ago, her bursting bladder had almost cost her chance at promotion and made this the most embarrassing day of her life. But now, Mrs. Larson was saying her agonizing three-hour wait during the interview was commendable! “It’s silly, I know,” Mrs. Larson went on, seeing Kate smiling to herself. “But you know what, I’m still impressed. It’s not easy to do what you did.” Kate felt nothing short of delight at this, and her smile broadened as they walked into the lobby. “Well, Kate, I supposed this is it then,” Mrs. Larson said once they were standing in front of the main entrance. “I enjoyed our conversation very much; it was an absolute pleasure.” She extended her hand. Kate shook it with her own. “Thank you for the interview, Mrs. Larson, I really appreciate it.” “Rebecca will call you in a couple days with the results, and I think you just might like what she’ll say.” Giving Kate one last broad smile, Mrs. Larson bid her farewell and headed back out of the lobby. Kate walked out of the building feeling far lighter than she had when she had gone in this morning. She was thrilled — Mrs. Larson hadn’t explicitly given her the job yet, but her hint at the end told her everything she needed to know. She walked back to her car with a skip in her step and newfound energy, still grinning with joy. It had been a bizarre interview to say the least —she had imagined numerous possible outcomes in her head, but this had certainly not been one of them. In the end, though, all that mattered was her success, and for Kate, that was enough. As strange a day as it had been, it would certainly not be one that she would soon forget. The End
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    Desperate office ladies (OL's) hurry to the bathroom only to find it occupied or otherwise unavailable. Running out of time, they find creative places to relieve the pressure on their bladders. After many attempts and some helpful tips from the user community, I have managed to upload part 1 and 3 of this video. Enjoy part 1, 3, and 4 of SL-261....better late than never. Part 1 features 8 OLs (first 10 screenshots) Part 3 features 9 OLs (screenshot 11-22) - the OL relieving herself in the white laundry basket should be the first screenshot for part 2....just download and enjoy. If anyone is able to acquire Part 2 of this video, I am sure the members would appreciate having the complete set for this video.
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  3. This one is from an idea I had years ago, and finally got around to writing enough to be worth posting. In particular I wanted to write enough to establish and then fully reveal the central concept. -part 1 The doors closed with a gentle whoosh and the subway train set into motion with a soft whir. Claire settled in with her e-reader, but after a few minutes something caught her attention and she glanced down. Frowning, she watched and waited for a few moments, then pursed her lips and sighed. Leaning over, she murmured gently, "Sweetie, it's not polite to stare." Cassie gave a little start and quickly looked away. "I'm sorry, mommy," she muttered, then leaned close and added in an urgent whisper, "It's just, I think that lady's gotta go potty!" Claire took a quick glance, considerably more discreet than Cassie's staring, and saw immediately that her daughter was absolutely right. Although she certainly wouldn't use the word 'potty', and for that matter she wouldn't exactly use the word 'lady' either, Claire could see perfectly well that the young woman standing there by the doors was clearly becoming quite uncomfortable. "Oh. Um, yes, I suppose," she said, lowering her own voice to a whisper. Even as she watched that young woman leaned forward slightly at the waist and rose slightly onto her toes, her face gently flushed and her lips pressed together in a quite unmistakable expression. After just a moment she regained her composure and stood up straight, but to Claire's eye the meaning of that expression along with her slight lapse was obvious enough that the woman might as well have exclaimed 'I gotta go!'. Even for a little girl Cassie's age it would be very hard to miss. "Ah, but still," Claire went on, looking away, "it's not exactly any of our business, is it?" Cassie nodded. "I know. It's just... I just hope she... um... that she can..." She trailed off, looking down at her shoes. Claire knew just what her daughter meant, and she could certainly understand if Cassie was a little extra sensitive and extra sympathetic to something like that just now, after what happened just last week. Still, she was glad when Cassie stopped staring and returned her attention to her tablet. Claire looked back at her e-reader too, watching Cassie from the corner of her eye but only catching a few reasonably discreet glances toward the doors. After a little while she glanced over herself, and saw at once that the young woman there was only growing steadily more uncomfortable and drawing even more attention. Drawing attention was nothing unusual for that woman, of course. She was a regular commuter on this line every morning, and just about every morning she would arrive just in time to catch the train and immediately attract the attention of her fellow commuters, particularly the male commuters. Most mornings her chest was the center of attention, thanks to her distinct fondness for tight and low-cut blouses that accentuated her generously proportioned bust and prominently displayed her plentiful cleavage. Other mornings the attention was directed a bit lower, thanks to her equally evident fondness for tiny little tight miniskirts that displayed her well-toned legs and her well-rounded bottom. At first Claire had to wonder what on Earth the woman was thinking, going to work dressed like that, but after a few weeks and a few half-overheard cell phone conversations she'd pieced together an answer. It seemed that young woman recently started a new job as a secretary in some office that was just down the hall from some c-suite, and it seemed furthermore that she thought of her new office job first and foremost as the perfect opportunity to go 'fishing' for a cute young executive. Having figured out that much, she could conclude easily enough that the shamelessly ambitious secretary was simply trying to maximize the effectiveness of her 'fishing' efforts by going to work every morning wearing the skimpiest outfits she could get away with. This morning the outfit she'd chosen was every bit as skimpy as anything Claire had seen her wearing yet, with a very low-cut v-neck blouse and a very *very* short skirt that almost seemed too teeny-tiny to even be called 'mini'. Dressed like that, it was no wonder that her boobs and her butt were commanding the attention of just about every guy in sight, most of them trying to be at least a little bit discreet about how they were admiring the view, while a few others weren't even bothering. In particular, a group of teenage boys seated behind her near the far end of the car were snickering and muttering to each other as they stared openly at the woman, and that was before she started squirming. She was trying not to, of course. That young woman was clearly trying her best to keep still and keep her composure and keep her discomfort from showing, but with her discomfort growing steadily worse and worse, it was quickly becoming just about impossible to hide. Every time her concentration lapsed for even a moment she would start to lean forward again, or sometimes bounce up and down or wiggle her hips before catching herself and straightening up and tugging absently at her hemline. And with so many eyes already upon her, even a momentary lapse like that was just about certain to be noticed by somebody, especially when her squirming grew pronounced enough and her discomfort distracting enough to allow her already indecently high hemline to climb a little bit higher before she noticed and tugged it back down. From the way she blushed every time her concentration and her composure would slip, the woman seemed far more embarrassed to be seen squirming like that than she was about her barely-contained boobs or her barely-covered butt. That made it a bit hard to sympathize much with the young woman's embarrassment, but Claire still felt a little pang of sympathy anyway. "Mommy," Cassie squeaked and tugged on her sleeve, her trembling voice filled with concern and sympathy. "Ohh... Mommy, that lady... she's really gotta go potty." She looked up, concern and sympathy all over her little face. "I mean, like... *really* bad." Sure enough, even as Cassie was speaking the young woman suddenly stiffened and gasped softly, then leaned over with her eyes wide and her face scrunched up, her hand pressed into the front of her skirt. "Is she gonna be okay? What if she..." Cassie stammered. "I mean, do you think that... she can, um..." "It's okay, sweetie," Claire cut her off with a soothing tone. "That la- uh, well, she's a grown-up, not a little girl. She's going to be fine." She tried to sound confident and reassuring, even though she couldn't help but notice that just now the woman didn't really look 'fine' at all. In fact, she really was acting a bit more like a little girl, with the way her expression and especially her pose seemed to practically squeal in alarm 'I *really* gotta go'. "And besides," she added with more certainty, "she can take care of it herself." Cassie nodded, slightly reassured but still with an expression that clearly said 'I don't know...'. She looked back at her tablet, only to glance up again after just a few seconds. Before long she was staring, hardly any more discreetly than before, but at this point it didn't seem to make much difference since just about the entire male half of the train was staring even more openly than that. The young woman herself, meanwhile, hardly even seemed to notice all the gazes as she concentrated on getting her squirming under control. Slowly and steadily her distress began to ebb and her composure returned, and although she couldn't quite seem to keep still, her movements at least settled into a sort of steady rhythm. She rocked gently back and forth with her knees and her waist just slightly bent, occasionally bouncing just as gently or shifting her legs from side to side. Her hands were balled into fists and held determinedly away from her skirt, except for when she gave it the occasional tug. All that squirming was causing that hemline to creep slowly but steadily higher, and even from where Claire sat she could tell that it was rising quite uncomfortably high before each tug brought it back down. It seemed that with the woman's steadily worsening discomfort and her efforts to keep her squirming under control, she was getting a bit too preoccupied to keep her hemline under control too. It was enough to elicit another pang of sympathy, but more than that Claire had to wonder just how a grown woman could get herself into such a predicament, when even a little girl Cassie's age ought to know better. Thinking about everything she'd seen of the woman as well as everything she'd overheard from those cell phone conversations, a possible answer began to take shape. Perhaps she got off to a late start this morning, having had not quite enough sleep after a late night out and maybe a bit too much to drink. She would've had to hurry to get ready and get out the door, with just enough time for her usual morning coffee, and maybe even a second cup to help her push through the aftereffects of last night. And then once she got to the subway station and hurried across the platform and onto the train, just in time as usual, it was only when the doors closed behind her and she had a chance to relax that she would have at last noticed the quite distinctive discomfort and realized that she never had a chance to use the bathroom. And thanks to everything she had to drink last night, along with this morning's coffee just starting to hit her on top of that, it was no wonder that young woman would find herself becoming quite uncomfortable indeed just when she was stuck on the train and there was nothing she could do about it. With no way to relieve her steadily worsening discomfort, all she could do was stand there, trying her best not to start squirming and trying not to let her discomfort show, even though with all the usual attention on her and on her skimpy outfit just like always, any little bit of squirming at all would be almost impossible to hide. And now it looked like that second coffee might just be hitting her right along with the first, making her predicament that much more uncomfortable and making it just completely impossible to hide as it became quite impossible to keep herself from squirming. The look on her brightly blushing face as she stood there and struggled seemed to practically moan in distress, 'I gotta go *so* bad.' "Ohhh... that lady's gotta go potty *so* bad," Cassie muttered in distress and sympathy, as if reading just that right there on the distraught woman's flushed face. "I just... I really hope she can hold it..." The distress on Cassie's face was almost as pronounced as that of the squirming woman, and she was staring almost as blatantly as almost everyone else. The most blatant stares by far were those of the teenage boys, and Claire couldn't help but imagine that from where they were sitting directly behind the woman, every time she leaned forward her skimpy little miniskirt had to be riding up high enough to give them a little glimpse of her even skimpier underwear. "D- do you think..." Cassie was stammering, "ohhh... Mommy, do you think that lady... um, c- can she... is she gonna..." "She's going to be just fine, sweetie," Claire replied at once, hastening to reassure her daughter before pausing to consider her words more carefully. "She, um, well, she's a grown-up. Like I said, she can take care of herself." At that moment the woman suddenly shivered and stiffened, her face brightening even more as she began to tremble slightly in a way that really undercut the confidence of Claire's assertion. She went on anyway, "So I, ah, I'm sure there's nothing to worry about." She certainly didn't want Cassie to start getting worried about something like that, especially when she was still getting over what happened last week, even if Claire was starting to get just a bit worried herself. "You're right. That lady's a grown-up," Cassie said with a decisive nod, "and a grown-up lady can hold it as long as she has to." The little quaver of uncertainty in her voice clashed just slightly with those confident words, which seemed meant to convince herself as much as anything else. But still, having placed her innocent faith in the word 'grown-up', at least now Cassie didn't seem quite so worried anymore. "Oh, and she doesn't even have to hold it that long, right?" she went on, her face brightening a little as something encouraging seemed to occur to her. "If she can just hold it a little longer then she can get out and go potty, just like the other day." It took a moment to realize what her daughter meant, until she thought back and remembered it herself. She hardly even noticed at the time, since she was still trying to read and not trying to watch the shameless secretary that was drawing attention as usual with her tiny miniskirt. But there happened to be some teenage girls sitting across from them and when Claire happened to overhear a catty remark about 'that tease that was just over there' she realized that the young woman must have got off the train at the station before her usual one. Quickly putting things together now, it seemed plausible that she just might have been suffering just the same sort of discomfort that morning as she was this morning, and that she must have just decided to take care of it before her discomfort became obvious enough for Claire or anyone else around her to notice anything and maybe start to realize the slightly embarrassing situation she was having. Of course, Cassie had to have noticed something anyway, and she had to be thinking about it now as she watched the woman and the far more obvious, much more embarrassing situation she was having today. "Just a little longer..." she murmured, "she just has to hold it a little bit longer." Even as she said it the nervousness and distress in Cassie's voice seemed to be slowly fading. "And she can definitely hold it a bit longer, since she's a grown-up, after all." Buoyed by that encouraging thought, her earlier concern seemed to shift into something almost approaching confidence. At the same time, the woman she was staring at must have been thinking something along the same lines, and the prospect of getting the relief that she badly needed had to be at least as encouraging for her, because the discomfort and distress on her face and in her posture were fading too, while her composure steadily returned. Her squirming slowed as well, then almost stopped except for some gentle bouncing and a bit of general restlessness. After a moment she reached to tug her hemline back toward the level of minimal decency, and then it might have been almost possible to imagine that she wasn't even particularly uncomfortable anymore, but only impatient and maybe a little nervous about something. Nobody around her just now seemed to be imagining any such thing, however, from the way they were watching her. The teenage boys in particular stared at her hemline as if hoping that she might suffer a renewed attack of carelessness at any moment, and of course Cassie was staring as openly and intently as ever. For a moment Claire thought about mentioning it again, but decided it was just as pointless as before, and anyway it looked like everything would be resolved soon enough. They were arriving at the station now, and in just a few moments the young woman would at last get the chance to take care of her uncomfortable situation. Yet when the train pulled up to the platform and the doors slid open she just stood there and looked out, as nervous as ever and now looking quite anxious as well. For a moment Claire could only stare in confusion, wondering what she was doing. Then she realized, and for another moment she could only stare in disbelief, wondering what that woman was thinking. Because she knew that look, since she'd seen it so many times in so many places. Yet it was not a look she would have expected to see on that woman at that moment, not a look she would ever expect from a grown-up at all. It was a look that Claire would only really expect to see on a little girl, specifically a little girl who was in the middle of something and just starting to feel the need to take a break, but for whatever reason she wasn't quite ready to take a break just yet. Maybe she was simply playing happily outside, and having so much fun she just didn't want to stop. Or maybe she was watching a movie, one she liked so much that she just couldn't bear to miss any of it. Or maybe she was just sitting and chatting happily with all her little friends, and maybe she was a bit on the shy side didn't want to draw attention to herself. Whatever the situation and whatever her reasons, a little girl who happened to find herself in an inconvenient situation like that might start to get a bit nervous, then a little anxious, and then finally admit to herself that she was indeed in need of a 'potty break'. Then she would start to get that look, the one that seemed to say 'I gotta go, but...' Now that she found herself watching a young woman wearing a look just like that, Claire found she could only wonder: 'but...' what? Because it was one thing for a little girl who found herself in an inconvenient situation and who maybe just didn't know any better to consider putting off a potty break until it was more convenient, even if she needed that potty break badly enough that she should really know better anyway. But it was quite another for a grown-up young woman, one who absolutely had to know better than to put off a badly needed bathroom visit without a very good reason. So she stared at that expression and thought back to everything she'd overheard and to everything she knew about that woman there, taking a few moments to try to decide what that reason might be, and when she pieced together an answer that look suddenly came into focus and all at once it was saying to her: 'I gotta go, but... I don't wanna be late again!' Because the other day when the young woman got off the train early for an unscheduled bathroom visit, she must have ended up even more behind schedule and got to her office even later than usual. She had to be thinking about that now, as she gazed out across the platform at a certain clearly marked door, and the thought of what happened the other day along with the thought of whatever kind of trouble it caused for her had to be all that was holding her back from dashing out of the train and right into that door right now. So she stood there, nervousness and indecision flickering across her face as she debated whether to run to the bathroom and risk being late again, or to make sure she wasn't late by putting off her visit to the bathroom a little longer. Watching it, Claire found herself picking out a few of the arguments in that debate, mostly the ones that seemed to be winning out. 'I gotta go... but I can still hold it.' was one of the clearest, along with 'It's so embarrassing... but everyone's already noticed anyway.' and eventually the somewhat more optimistic 'It doesn't even feel quite so bad anymore... maybe it won't get any worse?' That was such a tempting thought that it was immediately followed by its natural conclusion 'As long as it doesn't get any worse, then I should be just fine.' Even if she couldn't quite bring herself to place total faith in that idea, she just couldn't dismiss it either, and so the debate went on. And the young woman just stood there, trapped by her own indecision, until at last the doors slid shut, the train slid into motion once again, and her chance slipped away. "Huh?" Cassie said in confusion and surprise as the doors closed. "She isn't... s-she didn't... M-Mommy?" she reached out to get Claire's attention without looking up. "That lady... she didn't go potty... and now she can't go potty!" The distress in Cassie's voice seemed far more pronounced than that on the face of the woman in question, which held only an expression of resignation that seemed to be saying 'I guess I just have to hold it.' Catching her daughter's hand, Claire leaned down to say something reassuring. "Don't worry, sweetie, she'll be just fine. Like I said, she can-" "I know, but... but Mommy!" Cassie cut her off, with a tone of even sharper distress tipping over into alarm. "Now she's gotta hold it, and I... I don't know..." she looked up with an expression somehow even more distraught and alarmed than her voice, "I don't know how much longer she can hold it!" And just as Cassie said that, the same expression of alarm appeared upon the woman by the doors. She stiffened, then shivered, her eyes widened and she gave a little gasp, with a look that cried out simply, 'oh no!' It happened so suddenly that Claire could hardly believe what she was seeing, as if all the discomfort and distress that gradually ebbed away earlier had picked that moment to come flowing back all at once. The woman shuddered, leaning forward and starting to tremble, while her face brightened and her expression shifted subtly to one of regret tinged with just a hint of dread, a look that clearly said 'oh no...' That look was another one that Claire knew perfectly well, after how many times and places she'd seen it. That was the exact same look a little girl might get, one who'd perhaps developed a bit of a habit of putting off her potty breaks whenever it wasn't quite convenient, and who'd maybe let herself become a bit too comfortable with it. Because if a girl like that happened to find herself in need of a potty break at a particularly inconvenient time, perhaps while she was preoccupied with something, or distracted by something, she might just decide to put off her potty break even longer than usual, and then a little longer, and a bit longer, and then just a little bit longer. Until sooner or later that little girl would suddenly look up with a start and maybe a little gasp, and with that look. The look that said she just realized she'd made a big mistake, and she deeply regretted it, because she knew she'd just ended up putting off her potty break a little bit too long, and she was having a 'potty emergency'. That young woman had that look right now, and even if she wouldn't use the word 'potty' it was very obvious that she was having an 'emergency', and even more obvious that she deeply regretted her mistake and the indecisiveness that had led to it. But while a little girl that made a mistake like that and ended up having an emergency like that could just come running to admit the mistake she'd made and trust her mommy to do something about it, there was nobody for that woman to run to, and nothing that she or anyone else could do about it. She already had a chance to visit the bathroom, but she missed it. And now that she'd missed her chance she was just going to have to wait, and that meant she really was just going to have to hold it, just like she was thinking just now. And just like Cassie just said, it really was becoming a very good question just how much longer she could really keep holding it. The distress that blossomed on her face was even more intense than before, and when her squirming started up again it was way more obvious than before. She bounced rapidly where she stood and leaned way over, and those boys sitting behind her broke out into wide-eyed grins at the sight that she gave them when she did. After about a minute the distress seemed to subside just a little, like the passing of a wave, and she managed to straighten up slightly. But not quite a minute later another wave seemed to hit her, even stronger, and she started to whimper softly as she leaned over and twisted her legs and squeezed them together, wiggling her hips and bouncing even more vigorously. When that wave passed she sagged slightly, leaning against the doorframe and panting with exertion, but only until the next wave hit and she let out a soft moan before bending over almost double. Her legs were wrapped around each other and her hips were wiggling and bouncing all over again, while the look on her face seemed to scream 'I have to hold it! I just have to hold it!!' in frantic determination. It was an extraordinary sight, and just about everyone on the train seemed to be staring at the young woman that was acting just like a little girl. A little girl right in the middle of having a really major potty emergency, one that was quickly becoming so severe that she was doing a really extraordinary 'potty dance'. "Oh no... oh Mommy... oh no, Mommy!", Cassie stammered, her hand gripping Claire's and her eyes locked on the woman by the doors and her voice every bit as frantic as that woman looked. "That lady, she... I don't know if she... I- I mean, I don't think she can..." she glanced up for just a second, and across the train car the woman gave a little squeal and Claire saw the determination on her face shift into a flash of doubt. Cassie gasped and looked back, tense and silent and staring for a few long moments before she squeaked, "Oh no... Mommy... what if... what if she... can't..." "It's okay, sweetie! She... uh..." Claire started, trailing off as she realized there really wasn't anything encouraging left for her to say. It seemed unbelievable, and she could hardly believe it, but she couldn't deny what was happening right in front of her. Somehow that woman's distress had gone from 'bearable' all the way up to 'terrible' in practically no time, and it was only getting even worse by the second. The waves that washed over her were coming more rapidly, each stronger than the last and hardly letting up at all before the next one rolled in. Claire had never seen anything like it, and she could hardly even have imagined such a thing possible, even for the most supremely careless and unfortunate little girl. Perhaps if such a girl were to thoughtlessly have far too much to drink and proceed to blithely ignore her growing need for a potty break for far too long, and then become completely engrossed in something particularly enjoyable, it was just barely possible that she might just fail to fully recognize the severity of her discomfort until well after it became impossible to ignore. But even then, once that extremely unfortunate little girl at last realized she was having a potty emergency and that it was already well underway, she simply could not imagine the emergency proceeding quite so quickly to quite such a critical point. Already the young woman there seemed even more distressed than any little girl in the midst of any potty emergency that Claire had ever seen, and it hadn't even been fifteen minutes! Which meant the train wasn't even halfway there. As unbelievable as it seemed, the conclusion was both completely obvious and absolutely undeniable, and just what Cassie was clearly afraid of. At this rate, that young woman over there really might not make it. "We have to do something!" Cassie cried out, her voice rising from a whisper almost to a squeal. "There has to be something we can do!!" Claire glanced around nervously and thought about admonishing her daughter 'not so loud', but really Cassie's exclamation was hardly any louder than the murmuring buzz of voices all around, from all the other passengers reacting to the extraordinary display of intense distress they were all witnessing. Most of it was simple surprise, along with a little catty derision from some teenage girls farther away, some scattered hints of sympathy, and of course quite a bit of prurient appreciation. Anyone in front of the woman couldn't help but notice what all that bouncing was doing to her well-endowed chest, after all, and those teenage boys behind her had an even more spectacular view, to judge by the way they were staring. Claire did not even want to imagine how much of the woman's underwear they could see as she rose up onto her toes and bent over even more, squealing when a wave hit and whimpering when it passed, now far beyond the point of caring or even thinking about the embarrassment of the scene that she was making. "Maybe... if she... Oh!" Cassie burst out, a little smile and a spark of hope returning to her face. She reached down for her backpack, never taking her eyes from the squirming, moaning woman. After a moment of fumbling she pulled it upright, opened it, and reached inside. She felt around inside for a few more moments, becoming irritated and increasingly impatient, then glanced down for just a moment to find what she wanted. She took out her empty water bottle, the one from earlier or maybe the one from yesterday afternoon, and started to open it. But just as she twisted the cap off she froze, gave a big gasp and looked up, the hope all washed away by an expression of sheer horror. At the same moment, the young woman making the scene by the doors stopped her squirming and froze, and gasped, with the same horrified expression. It was an unmistakable expression, one that seemed to shout out in panic and horror along with agonized despair, as loud and as clear as anything ever could, "I can't hold it!" "She can't hold it!" Cassie burst out in total horror and total despair, dropping the bottle and putting her hands over her mouth and looking up at the woman along with everyone else. They were all watching at that moment, the moment the prediction of that outburst and that expression came true, the moment it started to happen. There was a little hissing sound, sharp enough to cut through the murmurs and soft enough to make them fall silent. Then there was a different sound, one that made everyone look down and see the droplets that appeared on the floor, first one at a time, then faster and faster. In just seconds they were falling like raindrops, falling from under the woman's skirt to sprinkle the floor between her feet. In the next moments the drops gathered into a trickle, flowing with a louder but somehow gentler splashing sort of sound, forming a little puddle and spattering little droplets on her pretty shoes. "She's really... she really couldn't..." Cassie stammered, her anguish fading to shocked disbelief as she said it, "she's really... going wee-wee..." The trickle was gathering force, turning into a stream, and the woman's legs trembled and her knees buckled and sank toward the floor. "She's going wee-wee... in her panties!" Those panties were peeking into view now, as her tiny skirt rose the last little bit and exposed the white lacy triangle to everyone in front of her. It wasn't quite white anymore, of course, but already soaked all the way through with pale yellow. The stream was growing even stronger now, turning into a mighty gushing torrent as the woman gave into despair and gave up her hopeless effort and let the flood come pouring out. The puddle beneath her grew and grew, the nearest passengers edging backward to avoid it and the murmuring of voices starting up again, now with a more unpleasant edge to it. "Ohhh... I can't believe..." Cassie moaned, her voice almost lost under the rising buzz around them. "I thought... since she's a grown-up..." Claire nodded and started to say something, but thought better of it and just reached to pick up the empty bottle. "I never thought she... ohhh, if only..." Cassie gazed at the bottle with regret. Claire thought about pointing out the logistical difficulties with that sort of thing, but decided explaining that could wait. Sighing, she realized she was going to have to do quite a bit of explaining after this. "But... she couldn't." The woman over there was sobbing softly, and a couple other women that seemed to be feeling less catty were going over to help her. Cassie wasn't even watching anymore. "She just couldn't hold it... and she... she had... a huge accident!" -part 2 "Oh no! Really?" She replied with a suitable gasp and a shocked expression. From the corner of her eye she saw Claire grimace slightly, while her daughter went on. "Uh-huh. I saw the whole thing. I mean, everybody saw. The whole train! It was so awful." Cassie sat down on the edge of the couch as she got going. "See, the lady already had to go potty really bad as soon as she got on the train. And it kept getting worse and worse, but she just kept holding it and holding it until she just couldn't hold it anymore, and she ended up having a huge accident! She went wee-wee in her panties, right there, all over the floor, right in front of everybody!" Cassie seemed to deflate as she reached the most awful part of the story. "I just couldn't believe it, I felt so bad for her." "Oh, I know. I can hardly even imagine it." Dana said with suitably doleful sympathy. She thought it sounded convincing enough, even though Claire was still making a face. Dana already knew what happened on the train, since Claire had told her all about it during their weekly phone call, but they'd both had a feeling Cassie would want to tell it all herself, so now they had to pretend she was hearing it for the first time. "The poor woman... she must have been so humiliated." Cassie nodded with emphatic agreement. "Afterward she was crying and everything." Looking down, she went on more quietly, "I never would have thought a grown-up lady would end up having an accident like that, no matter how bad she had to go potty. And, um, I never would have thought a grown-up lady would end up having to go potty quite as bad as that lady did." Pausing briefly, she seemed to be remembering the whole experience in more detail. "I think... that lady had to go potty worse than anyone I've ever seen." Sighing, she went on, "I guess, since she's a grown-up I just thought she could hold it. And I was really hoping she could hold it, the whole time I was watching." She caught herself. "I mean, um, I wasn't really staring or anything. Well, not too much. It's just, um, everybody else was staring too, especially near the end, so..." "It's fine, sweetie," Claire cut in. "Like I said, that doesn't matter now. And anyway, it's about time for us to get ready." Cassie brightened and nodded, and eagerly went upstairs to get changed. Dana chuckled at her adorable little niece's enthusiasm. Cassie had been looking forward to today's trip ever since her Aunt Dana offered to join them for another trip to the amusement park, and she certainly wasn't going to let anything that happened on the train a few days ago dampen her high spirits. Dana went into the kitchen, finishing off the last few sips of her water bottle, and tossed it in the recycling. It had been a very warm morning already when she left for her morning run and it got even warmer by the time she got back, so she ended up just about finishing off the whole bottle. And it was only going to get even hotter by the time they got to the amusement park, so she was definitely going to want another one for the trip. She opened the fridge, but paused as something occurred to her. "Hmm... 'worse than anyone I've ever seen', huh..." she murmured, recalling what Cassie said earlier, and the particular way she'd said it. "I wonder..." still thinking about it, Dana cracked open the bottle and took a few sips of water while she went upstairs to change. In the guest room she pulled off her tank top and her running shoes and peeled off her leggings and got out a pair of denim shorts and a loose, breezy blouse. She definitely wanted something like that to wear on a hot day like today was going to be. She might even have preferred a skirt, but all the ones she'd brought were a little on the short side, and Claire would definitely say that wasn't such a good idea for an amusement park with little kids running around everywhere. At least these shorts were nice and comfortable. Finally she picked out a cute little thong, careful to make sure it wasn't one that might climb too high and peek out and give her a 'whale tail'. When she was all dressed she got her strappy sandals and headed back to the stairs, taking a few more sips from her water bottle. "Oh, Aunt Dana, here take a look," Cassie called to her on the way there. She was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, already wearing her little sundress, while Claire put her hair up with a clip and arranged it in a sort of fan shape. "What do you think?" the girl asked, then went on without pausing, "It looks really nice like this, but I think it could still be a little longer." Dana nodded at that and tried not to smirk. About a year ago Cassie had wanted to have really long hair all the way down to her legs like a couple of her favorite cartoon characters. Claire had tried to convince her that it only really looks like that in cartoons, and in real life having hair that long is just way more work. Eventually she suggested that Cassie could have hair just like another of her favorite characters, in that fan shape and only a little past her shoulders, and she could even use a hair clip with that cartoon's logo on it. She seemed to be okay with it for now, but soon enough she might be right back to pushing for even longer hair. Cassie went right on chattering like that while Claire finished doing up her hair, and when it was done she turned to look in the mirror and then turned around again for Dana to look. Then she was hurrying downstairs to show 'Aunt Dana' her new sandals with the cartoon logos that matched her hair clip. She got them on while Dana and Claire got their purses and made sure they had everything. Then they were all ready and Cassie was already heading for the door when Claire gently reminded her, "Oh, uh, sweetie, are you sure you didn't forget anything?" Cassie just stopped for a second and looked back, so Claire gave her another hint, "We should have enough time for you to run back upstairs if you need to." With a little start Cassie suddenly understood, and she turned and trotted back up the stairs. Dana and Claire waited by the door until they heard the soft hissing noise, only slightly muffled by the bathroom door. It made perfect sense that Cassie would want to take care of that before they left, even if she got excited enough that she had to be reminded. While they waited for her to finish up, Claire went to pull the minivan out into the driveway, leaving Dana by the door to lock up behind them. Standing and listening while that hissing gradually faded and trailed off, she found her thoughts going back to the topic from earlier. *Hmm... well, I can at least give it a try today.* With that she trotted back into the kitchen and got another water bottle, tucking it into the corner of her purse just as the flushing noises came from upstairs. Dana was back at the door getting her own sandals on when Cassie came bounding down the stairs. "Oh, your toenails are so cute Aunt Dana. Did you do them yourself?" She piped up, looking down at Dana's deep red toenails where they peeked out between the straps of Dana's sandals, and went on without waiting for a response. "Mommy said I can start doing my nails when school starts. I'm not sure what color to go with, so I'll probably try out a different one on each finger, like Shelly does. She has her big sister help her with it, though. Maybe now we can help each other with it." She went on chattering happily like that while they went out to the van and got in the back seat together. Claire always had a pile of papers and other junk on the front seat, and anyway Dana knew that Cassie would want someone to talk to or at least chatter at during the drive. "Shelly says she's really looking forward to seeing everyone again now that she's back from camp, and she was thinking we could all together again before summer's over, maybe when Rita gets back from her trip next week." She was already chattering away, leaving Dana without much to do but sit and listen, occasionally nodding with interest and making encouraging noises, and of course sipping steadily from her water bottle. "Rita went to a resort by the beach with her cousin's family. She said there was a beach with seals on it and another one with sea otters. I got to see the sea otters when our class went to the aquarium last year. I wanted to pet them but they wouldn't let us get that close. There was a petting pool there too but it only had rays and I think some starfish and stuff. Oh yeah! We went to an actual petting zoo a few months later and they had these really big bunny rabbits..." The trip to the amusement park took about a half hour, and Cassie kept right on chattering until they turned the last corner and it came into view. Then she finally fell silent and pressed her grinning face to the window while they pulled into the parking lot and looked for a space. Dana's water bottle was almost empty by then. As soon as the van stopped Cassie threw open the door and hopped out, and Dana had to call out, "Wait! Cassandra! Uh, we have to wait for your mommy," since Claire was still getting her purse and everything together. Cassie reluctantly came back, pacing back and forth restlessly until Dana got out and took her by the hand. The day was really heating up, just like she'd expected, and she finished off the last of her water with a few quick gulps and got out the second bottle, now very glad that she'd thought to bring the second one and also glad to find that it was still pleasantly cool even after the drive. When Claire was ready she took Cassie's other hand and they all started toward the ticket counter together. Dana noticed a recycling bin on the way and tossed her empty bottle in, then cracked open the fresh one and took a few gulps. Once inside the park Cassie was even more excited, looking around at all the rides and everything and trying to decide what to do first before settling on the closest one, the spinning teacups. Dana sat down with Claire at a table with an umbrella right by the fence to keep an eye on her while chatting and working on her water. Next Cassie wanted to go on the bumper cars, and this time Dana went with her, leaving her purse and her water with Claire. Then she picked the swinging ship ride with the usual cartoony pirate sort of theme, and she wanted to go on it twice, first with Dana and then again with Claire. When they came back and Dana got up her water bottle wasn't quite half empty. There was a big roller coaster right nearby and Cassie looked at it longingly, but she still wasn't quite tall enough for that one. She kept gazing up at the drop tower over on the other side of the park with that same look, but she definitely wasn't tall enough to go on that yet. Really, she could only go on a couple of the actual roller coasters, and she seemed to want to save that for later, or maybe she was just getting distracted by the other smaller rides as they made their way over there. Either way, hopefully she wouldn't tire herself out before they got that far. For now she was still bursting with energy and showed no sign of slowing down. The next ride she picked was one with swinging chairs suspended from what looked like a carousel, and just like before she wanted to ride on it twice, first with Dana and then with Claire. Dana was looking thoughtfully at her mostly-empty water bottle when they came back to the bench where she was sitting and waiting, and before Cassie could run off toward another ride Claire suggested they could maybe take a quick break. It wasn't quite time for lunch yet and anyway Cassie definitely wanted to go on at least one big roller coaster first, but they'd been walking around for a while and there was an arcade nearby with a snack counter where they could sit for a minute and get a little something to eat. Inside, Cassie went right over to the ski-ball game along with Claire while Dana went to get the snacks. Once again she finished off the last of her water bottle and tossed it in the bin, and when she ordered she made sure to get a nice big soda for herself. "There, this should be plenty..." she muttered as she found a nice table by the window and beckoned the others over. Cassie finished up her game and went to exchange her tickets for a cute little plushie, while Dana opened her bag of chips and got started. The chips were tasty and just as salty as she expected, and she washed them down with plenty of soda while she sat and listened to Cassie chattering away as happily as ever. She chattered about her new plushie and squeezed it and held it up to her cheek, and she chattered about the rides she'd been on and how fun they were, and she chattered about the rides she wanted to go on next, especially the roller coaster. There were two roller coasters that she was tall enough to go on this year, and she'd been really looking forward to riding both of them. Last week she got a chance to ride one of them, and she was determined to get her chance at the other one this week. Dana was almost finished with her chips and Claire was about halfway finished with her sandwich, but as the more she talked about it the more excited Cassie got, until she seemed all ready to run off to that roller coaster right now. Claire gently reminded her she had to finish her animal crackers first, and she mostly stopped chattering long enough to focus on eating. It only took her a couple more minutes, and when she was done she jumped up all ready to go, still chewing. She had to sit back down anyway while she waited for Claire to finish her sandwich, and afterward Dana kept hold of her while Claire gathered up her purse and the new plushie and everything else. Then they were outside and Cassie was making a beeline straight for that roller coaster before she got distracted again. She ended up getting distracted anyway, and couldn't resist stopping for just one more ride when she saw the tilt-a-whirl. Claire went on it with her while Dana stayed with all their stuff. When they came back she was finishing up the last of her soda, and now with no more distractions in her way Cassie went straight to the roller coaster and got in line. Dana dropped her empty cup in a recycling bin before joining her, and Claire found a nice bench right near the front of the line to wait for them. Now that the roller coaster was right there in front of her, Cassie's excitement seemed to shift slightly, taking on a slight tinge of nervousness as she waited in line and looked up at it. When the car came around the last bend and went down the last slope she held her breath and watched the riders in it, some throwing their hands in the air and squealing, others tense and silent. Most of them were kids about Cassie's age riding with their parents, Dana saw as the car came to a stop and they all climbed out, and most of the others were only a little older. This was one of the park's smaller rides, which is why the line by the entrance under the sign reading 'you must be this tall to ride' was just low enough that Cassie was just tall enough to reach it. The passengers getting off walked past, mostly smiling with excitement or maybe just relief, and Cassie was smiling too as the next group of passengers got on the car and the line moved forward a little. It was a pretty long line when they arrived, since it was right around lunchtime on a weekend and that was pretty much the peak of the park's popularity, especially for families with kids. But the roller coaster itself was small enough that each group didn't take that long, so at least the line was making good progress. And as they moved slowly forward and drew steadily closer to the front of the line Cassie's excitement gradually continued shifting, becoming a bit less eager and quite a bit more nervous. It was perfectly understandable that seeing the roller coaster up close like this might make her just a little nervous after how long she'd been looking forward to riding it, but Dana couldn't help wondering if there was a little more to it than that. For one thing Cassie was sort of glancing around from side to side, like she was looking for something and not finding it. Soon Dana noticed Cassie glancing over her shoulder too, with a strangely tense expression like she was getting worried about something and didn't know what to do about it. Dana might have asked if there was something wrong, but instead she leaned down and said, "Are you excited?" Cassie hesitated just a moment before she smiled eagerly and answered, "Uh-huh! I can hardly wait." She looked like she might have said something else, but instead of waiting Dana looked back up. "Well, it looks like it'll be our turn soon." There were enough people in line ahead of them for maybe two more trips on the roller coaster. "So just hang on a little longer." Cassie nodded, still smiling, although her enthusiasm didn't seem to return. She only seemed to grow more nervous as the next group boarded and the line moved ahead, glancing toward Dana again and again. By now they were close enough to where Claire was sitting for her to see them and wave. "Have fun!" she called out. "We sure will!" Dana called back with a wave and a giggle, then rose up to her tiptoes to look over the people still in front of them. "Looks like it might just be our turn next." Just then she noticed Cassie's eyes go wide with alarm and heard her give a soft gasp, but she didn't react. "And we'll tell you all about it afterward," she went to the railing and carefully leaned against it, placing her weight just right until she heard Cassie behind her give another, sharper gasp. This time Claire noticed too. "Hmm? Is something wrong, sweetie?" worried, she got up and started to come over. "Oh, Cassie?" Dana turned back and looked down. "What's the matter?" she said with a suitable tone of innocent concern, carefully lowering herself to a crouch. Cassie gasped once again, her wide-eyed gaze now pointed down at Dana's shorts. "Oh no! Aunt Dana!" Cassie's voice was a frantic squeak. "That's... you're..." she looked back up, her lips trembling and her face filled with barely contained panic. "You... You've gotta go potty!" she burst out, her voice as distraught as Dana had ever heard it. At once there was a burst of silence as all around them conversations cut off and heads turned their way. Dana felt her skin getting warm at the feeling of so many eyes suddenly upon her. "You just gotta!" Cassie went on without noticing, "Or... or else... you might..." "Cassandra!" Claire scolded as she came up to them. "That's, uh... that's not..." she tried to protest, but couldn't seem to think of anything that would help. "Oh dear," Dana said instead, as earnestly as she could, and at the same time placed her hand between her thighs and pressed them together. "I think you're right!" She rose with a quick sort of curtsy motion, trying her best to ignore the attention from all around, then turned to Claire and added sheepishly "Sorry! I'll just be right back," leaving the line and trotting back the way they came. She could feel the eyes following her until she got around the corner. Once safely out of sight of the line she pulled her hand away from her shorts, smiling. Other than that momentary embarrassment everything was going pretty much according to plan. Cassie had even noticed right before they got on the roller coaster, just like she planned. Dana herself had noticed earlier, of course, right around when they got in line for the roller coaster. At the time it was just a slight feeling of discomfort, gentle enough that she might not have noticed at all if she hadn't been paying careful attention. Really, that was just about all the proof she could have asked for right there, although she was glad that Cassie had confirmed it for her too. After all, she already drank three whole bottles of water, plus her usual morning coffee, and an entire soda on top of that, all without a single bathroom break. Even a little girl Cassie's age should have known to expect that Dana would be in pretty big trouble by now. Yet the discomfort she felt was hardly enough to even be called a distraction, certainly not enough to be worth getting out of line like that and only a little worse than it was earlier. Although it was getting quite a bit worse now as she walked away, and quite quickly at that. She paused and made another quick curtsy motion as the feeling rose sharply and suddenly and sort of took her by surprise, drawing a few curious glances. She hadn't exactly planned on being seen acting like this, although she maybe should have known to expect that too. After a few moments the feeling subsided like a wave passing and she trotted onward, trying to hurry and trying not to wince at the uncomfortable bouncing sensation that accompanied every step. There was a big group coming from the little theater by the arcade where a show seemed to have just gotten out, and she would really rather not get caught up in a crowd like that at a time like this. But after just a few more steps she felt it rising again, even stronger than before although not as sudden, like a fresh wave welling up deep inside her. She slowed down, then stopped and crossed her legs, trying to make it look as casual as she could but highly aware that she was pretty much right in front of the crowd. And even though she was ready for it, when the wave hit it was so powerful that it took her by surprise anyway, so that her fists clenched and her toes curled and she let out a sharp little squeak. That drew quite a bit of attention from those at the front of the crowd, including a couple little girls that looked like they had to be sisters. When the wave subsided enough after a long moment she started to move away, but not before she heard one of those girls say to the other in a whisper that wasn't quite soft enough to be private, "I think that lady's gotta go potty!" Dana was still blushing when she got to the door of the arcade and pushed through. Just as she stepped inside it hit her again, this time with almost no warning, and she let out a much bigger squeak. It rose into not quite a squeal and then dropped toward more of a moan before she regained control of her voice, and by then she was just about sure she had the attention of everyone outside behind her and just about everyone inside in front of her too. Gingerly pulling her hand out from between her legs, she couldn't help but think that she'd just proven that little girl absolutely right, that just about everybody who'd looked her way just now definitely would have said that she absolutely had to go, and she could only hope that most of them wouldn't use the word 'potty' if they did. She moved on, her eyes fixed straight ahead. She knew right where she was going, since she'd been sure to make a note of the bathroom by the snack counter was when they were here earlier, she just didn't want to have to meet anyone's eyes just now. The arcade area was way more crowded than before, with lines for almost every game and especially near the middle where some big fancy racing game had a line that snaked back and forth and stretched almost to the opposite wall. She couldn't just push through a crowd like that without getting jostled, and that would just be asking for a disaster. She'd have to go around the other side, and she couldn't really hurry either because even a tiny little bounce would just be an invitation to disaster. So she picked her way slowly and carefully between the arcade machines, all the while distinctly aware of all the attention her obviously desperate situation was getting and acutely aware that the situation was only getting worse and worse with every step. She got to the other side of the arcade area, where a little set of a few stairs separated it from the snack counter area. The bathroom was right up there and around the corner, and Dana started up the steps eagerly only to stop with a little gasp at the pang of protest it brought on. Normally she could take steps like these two at a time without even slowing down, but in her current state simply lifting her leg to the first one a little too quickly could risk bringing on the disaster. And worse than that, she could feel another wave coming on, the biggest one yet. With one hand on the railing and the other planted firmly between her legs she started up the steps, wincing with every one and really hoping she could at least get around that corner before things got even more embarrassing. Yet as soon as she got to the top of the steps she stopped in her tracks as all at once the wave crashed over her. She squealed, bending over and thrusting both hands into her crotch, shivering slightly as she clenched and squeezed with all her might. Her squeal faded gradually to a whimper as she recovered from the surprise and started to get the urge under control. But just when it seemed like it had peaked and was about to recede it surged instead and started to rise again. Dana rose up on her tiptoes as it did, her shiver turning into a shudder and then a steady trembling as she struggled to squeeze just a little harder and keep holding it a little longer. She stood there and struggled like that, and as the seconds stretched on she couldn't help but think about the crowd behind her and how everyone had to be looking at her right now, right when she had to look just like a little girl who had to go potty so bad she was just about to totally wet her little panties. After a few more seconds the wave at last started to recede a little and she staggered forward, hoping to at least get around the corner and mostly out of sight so she could salvage at least a little bit of dignity. But after just a few unsteady steps another one suddenly struck. It was even bigger than the last, and all she could do was stop right where she was, trembling and squeezing and too surprised to even make a sound. It wasn't letting up at all anymore, she realized. The waves were hitting her so fast now there wasn't even time to move between the end of one and the start of the next. This wave hadn't even peaked yet and she could already feel another coming on, by far the biggest one yet. It was building up, gathering strength, getting ready to strike, and if she didn't get to the bathroom before it did she just might... *spurt* She stiffened, her face getting warm, and her panties getting warm too. The meaning of that feeling of sudden warmth and spreading wetness was undeniable. It was just a tiny little bit, no more than a few droplets, but there was no denying that her panties really were wet... that she really was... wetting her panties! And that tiny little squirt was just the beginning. The wave was still coming, still building higher and higher, threatening to come crashing down at any moment. And when it did, it was all over. She absolutely had to get to the bathroom *right* now, or else her panties were about to get a whole lot more than just a little wet. She started running. Another little spurt slipped out as soon as she moved her legs, and then another, a few more droplets leaking out into her panties with every step she took. The warmth and wetness were growing steadily, but she couldn't even think about that right now, or about her dignity, or anything else besides trying frantically to make it to the bathroom before it was too late. It was already too late to keep her panties dry, of course, but she could still save them from getting totally soaked. She was around the corner now, the bathroom door just a few steps away, just the single unisex stall, and all she could think as she locked her eyes on it was that if there was anybody in there right now then it was all over for her. She reached out toward that door, hoping as hard as she could that it wasn't locked and squeezing just as hard to stop the little squirt that briefly turned into more of a momentary trickle as she removed her hand from her crotch. The handle turned and she burst in to the little stall, a surge of relief washing over her at the sight of the toilet right there, right in front of her and thankfully unoccupied, and just in time. She stepped forward and started to unbutton her shorts, but after just a single step she stopped again with a little high squeak of surprise that rose even higher into a squeal as the enormous wave came crashing over her. It was way more than she could take, and the squirt that came out was strong enough it felt less like a trickle and more like a stream. She squeezed as hard as she could but the leak just wouldn't stop, only slow back to a trickle. She couldn't help it, she couldn't stop it, she couldn't hold it! In a panic she yanked down on her shorts, but they were still buttoned and just a little too tight to quite come off her hips like that. And the wave was still rising, somehow growing even stronger. The trickle was growing, edging back toward a stream and threatening to become an absolute flood. She was trembling all over with the effort and her whole body clenched as she tried desperately to hold it back just a bit longer, and just as she felt the wave start to overwhelm her and all her frantic determination collapse into despair, the button beneath her clenching fingers popped open. Without hesitating for an instant she yanked again, pulling her shorts down to her knees and her thong down to around her thighs. In the very next instant the flood burst forth and poured out with a mighty gush. She moaned in relief, sinking as her knees buckled until she was leaning against porcelain. It felt incredible, and it sounded incredible too, the splashing and spraying almost like a miniature waterfall. After a few moments the noise cut through her blissful haze and she hurriedly turned to plop herself down on the toilet. Waves of relief were still washing through her and she panted and moaned again, while beneath her the splashing went on, somewhat muffled but somehow louder as well from the echoing. With a last shudder and a couple more gasps she shook her head and looked down at the floor, grimacing slightly at the sight, then grimacing even more at what her thong looked like. She hadn't quite expected that part, although maybe she should have. Really, everything happened just like she expected, only maybe a little too much so. The stream went on and on, and on and on and on, until finally it tapered off to a trickle, then a dribble, and finally stopped. She quickly got herself cleaned up and then tried to clean up the floor a little. She looked down as she left and crossed back through the arcade to avoid making eye contact with anyone that might have seen her earlier, and outside she headed back to the roller coaster. When the ride stopped and Cassie and Claire got out of the car, Dana was sitting there on the bench and waiting for them. "That was super fun!" Cassie squealed breathlessly, grinning and giggling as she emerged from the crowd. "I wanna go again," she was saying eagerly to her mommy, "except this time I wanna be in the very front." Claire smiled pleasantly and started to reply, but Cassie went on, "Oh, except first I wanna to go on the other roller coaster again. Oh! and we still need to have lunch, too." They were close enough now, and Dana got up and waved. Claire waved back, and Cassie turned and saw and waved too. "Aunt Dana!" She trotted over, still grinning. "It was super fun! We're gonna go again, and we're gonna be in the car in the very front, and this time you can come too and-" she stopped, her expression shifting as she seemed to remember. "Oh... Aunt Dana, I- I'm really sorry!" Dana gave a kind smile and a small chuckle, and started to reply, "That's alright, sweetie. You don't need-" before Cassie cut her off. "I should have noticed! I mean, I guess I did notice, but I should have said something earlier. It's just, I wasn't really thinking about it, so I just never even really thought about how you might have to go p-" "Sweetie!" Claire burst out before her daughter could finish saying something embarrassing. "It's okay sweetie!" Dana burst out at the same time, only slightly less alarmed. "After all, it, uh, worked out fine." She tried not to sound as uncertain as she felt. Cassie nodded and looked down, apparently not noticing that but still looking pretty uncertain herself. "Uh-huh, I know. It's just, we were supposed to go on the roller coaster together. And now..." she trailed off, then looked back up with eager determination. "But- but we can still go on the other roller coaster together! Right? We could even go right now." "But Cassie, we have to have lunch first. And, uh, there's something I need to talk to you about, too." Dana glanced at the crowd. "Something private." They all headed over to the restaurant, then. It was getting pretty busy as the lunch crowd started to arrive, but Claire didn't like eating at a fast food place and she definitely didn't want to just get lunch from a snack counter, and just now Dana was just fine with letting Claire wait in line while she took Cassie over to a quiet corner. "Okay Cassie, sweetie," Dana started once they were alone and sitting down. "Now, uh, about what happened just now-" "I'm so sorry Aunt Dana!" Cassie burst out, "I know you wanted to go on the roller coaster. Just like I did last week. But... it was just like last week... when I... I-" "No, Cassie! It's okay," she managed, and reached out to gently take Cassie's hands. She knew just what happened last week, since Claire already told her all about it, and she definitely didn't need to make Cassie relive the experience now. "That's not it at all. It's... Cassandra, you have a gift." Cassie looked up expectantly while Dana searched for the right words. "You know earlier, when we got in line? You could already tell that I had to... um, 'go'. Couldn't you?" Cassie just looked confused at that. "Hmm? What do you mean?" For a second Dana was almost nervous that she might have somehow misunderstood everything. "You had to go potty as soon as we got out of the car." That caught Dana by surprise, and Cassie went on. "I guess I could have said something right away, but it wasn't that bad so I thought it wasn't a big deal, since you're a grown-up. I guess maybe you didn't notice right away, until we got in line at the ticket counter?" That surprised Dana even more, and now Cassie was really getting going. "Then when it started getting kinda bad while we were on the bumper cars, I thought you didn't want to take a break since we were having so much fun." "That's- I didn't-" Dana started, but Cassie didn't even slow down. "And later when we stopped for a snack and it was getting pretty bad, I thought for sure you were going to take a potty break. So when you didn't I guess I started to get a little nervous, since it was just like what happened last week. But I just thought, since you're a grown-up..." she started to trail off. "That's not- uh, sweetie, that isn't what I-" was as far as Dana got before Cassie interrupted her again. "Except it kept getting worse! When we were waiting in line and it started getting really bad I kept telling myself 'she's a grown-up... she can hold it...' And then- then when it got really *really* bad, I just kept telling myself, 'she's a grown-up... I'm sure she can hold it...', but then... it just... "Sweetie, please! You don't need to-" Cassie didn't even seem to notice what Dana was saying, and kept right going. "It got even worse! You had to go potty so bad, and we were just about to get on the roller coaster, and it was exactly like last week! I just knew that if you got on the roller coaster like that when you had to go potty really really bad like that, you were gonna have... a potty accident!... just like I did last week..." "That's..." Dana could only mutter. Just like she was afraid of, Cassie ended up reliving what happened to her on the roller coaster last week after all. "I mean, uh, that's the thing," she pressed on, realizing her chance, "you know, what happened today? That's your gift, Cassandra." Cassie looked up, confused and sniffling a little. "You could tell I had to, uh, 'go'. And you could tell before we got in line for the roller coaster, couldn't you?" Cassie nodded, frowning and still confused, and Dana smiled. It was the proof of what she'd suspected, and what she'd gone through all of this to prove. "Because the thing is, I couldn't. Not until we got in line for the roller coaster. You could tell, because you could feel what was happening to me. And I couldn't tell, because you took the feeling away from me." She smiled a little more and gave Cassie's hand an encouraging squeeze. "It's the same gift that I have, Cassie. And your grandmother had it, and her mother did too." They used to be healers, she'd been told, back in the old country. Women would come to them, injured or just in some kind of pain or other, and they'd use their gift to take away the pain. Everyone's gift was a little different, they'd said, and not every woman in the family had the gift. Claire never seemed to have it, or if she did it was different enough that she couldn't use it like they did. Dana used to wonder if that meant the gift was dying out somehow, but now Cassie had it too. Her gift was different from anyone else's that she'd ever heard of, but it was certainly powerful, especially for her age. She was explaining all about that and everything else when Claire came back with lunch. Dana filled her in on the parts she didn't know about, especially about everything that happened today and how she'd turned her suspicions into certainty. Then together they explained everything else to Cassie, who listened quietly and nodded along solemnly and grew more and more serious. By the time they'd explained just about everything Cassie's seriousness was turning into distress, and afterward she was silent for a few long moments before she said in a tiny voice, "Then that means... that lady on the train..." Her lips trembled, then her whole face. "The reason she didn't go potty when she had a chance... and the reason she kept holding it and holding it... until she couldn't hold it anymore..." Cassie looked up, as miserable as Dana had ever seen her, "It's fall my fault!" "Oh, no! Oh sweetie, no. It's not..." Claire started, only to trail off as she searched for another explanation. But there really wasn't one. Even if Cassie was being a little hard on herself, it was just like Dana realized as soon as she heard about what happened on the train. Cassie must have felt that woman's discomfort without understanding how, and without even knowing what she was doing she must have ended up taking away that discomfort, just as Dana or the healers in their family would in order to soothe someone's pain. Except without that feeling to warn her, the woman didn't realize just how dangerous her situation really was, so she let the situation escalate until Cassie's gift was the only thing standing between her and disaster. And then, as soon as Cassie got just a little bit distracted, there was nothing left to avert the disaster, and the woman paid the price. Really, it was exactly like what happened to Dana today, when she subjected herself to the same thing to confirm her suspicions about Cassie and her gift. Dana was just glad she'd managed to escape the worst of the disaster, so that it was only her thong that ended up paying the price and had to spend the rest of the day in her bag. "You just didn't know any better, Cassie," Dana cut through Claire's sputtering with a careful mix of sorrow and sympathy. "I know you didn't mean to." "I really didn't!" Cassie burst out, "I never meant to! I never wanted her to... I never ever wanted anyone to... to..." "In that case," Dana interrupted before she could get even more distraught, "You just have to learn how." Cassie looked up again and Dana showed her an encouraging smile. "So I'll teach you about it, okay? Everything you need to know." Cassie's face lit back up at that ray of hope. "And once you know how to control your gift, it won't cause any problems again." "That's right," Cassie said with a decisive nod and a look of fresh determination. "I don't want anyone to have an accident. And I won't make anyone have an accident, ever again!"
  4. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    I'm not dead yet! Just busy as ever! And that means more images for you guys! 😁 This time, we get to see a tense (probably one-sided) corporate rivalry between executives. Wayu just has to prove she's better than poor Otomi in every way! And that doesn't stop with functions of her profession --- apparently even Otomi's bladder-capacity warrants being one-upped! I wonder if she's now regretting her charade... After all, Wayu was near the bathrooms for a reason of her own! 😋 The commissioner for this one wished to remain anonymous.
  5. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Solitary decided we should pop back in and check on our poor advertising account executive for June's image! As it turns out, she couldn't even make it through her entire pitch! The first half had been a precarious pee-dance that eventually caught the attention of one of the executives... After all, with her legs twisted together and a hand buried in her skirt, it was clear that this woman was only one sneeze away from pissing herself. "Looks like you could use one of our products, eh?" he said with a chuckle. "Don't worry, we'll try not to take up too much of your time." Oh... It didn't even occur to them that maybe they should let her go now, based on her dance routine. Or worse... they were so cold as to expect a fully-grown woman to just ignore her dire emergency until the allotted meeting had concluded. And apparently the proceeding discussion where they swapped stories of when they needed the bathroom at inopportune times was a necessary point of discussion for the proceeding fifteen minutes! Despite this, she might have had a chance of at least making it out the door with her panties intact... had it not been for one critical blunder: "O-okay--- Any questions?" Oh fuck. They definitely had questions after her ineffective explanation of the advertising campaign! She answered two before she sprinted over to the ficus in the corner, tugged her skirt aside, and unleashed the most ferocious torrent of urine she'd ever seen --- through her panties. They were probably saying something. Or maybe nothing. But her mind had shut down with the sheer bliss of finally doing what needed to happen. In fact, the only errant thought that came to her mind was a question of whether-or-not the foam under the fake moss would actually be able to absorb her pee. Hmmm... Clever, eh?
  6. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Who do you think got it worse? 🤣 This month's Solitary-tier patron request was for a conclusion to Request 17. Our pink-lemonade-drinking champion simply had too much to drink... She was on the wrong side of the "equation," as it were: a half-gallon of deliciously tart fluid had gone in, but there was no place for her to let it all out. And even her last-minute plan to blast the forest floor ended in misery --- with someone catching her just in time to see her take that direly needed pee... in her pants. Our businesswoman fared no better. Three hours back to corporate? On a bumpy bus? With nothing to do but meditate on the sweet Nirvana of release? Her heart had flushed ice water down her temples when she took her seat. Road trips while badly needing to pee where nothing new. Starting road trips while badly needing to pee, on the other hand... That was frighteningly novel. And she counted every passing second knowing that time could move no slower. "We just got off the interstate --- just ten more minutes! We're almost th-" the woman from the seat across the aisle tried to reassure her. But the message was cut off by the loud hissing of molten piss that jetted against fabric and clenched thighs.
  7. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Here's this month's Solitary Confinement Poll image! And, oh puppy, this one was a ton of fun to work on! ~~~ Story time! ~~~ Bayside Fixtures needed some help getting people on-board with installing female urinals in their establishments. Despite several months on the market, sales have been dismal. The project took a good bit of R&D funding too, so the company needs to make some return on its investment. Enter our girl's advertising agency. It's not exactly the most well-known agency around, but a contract from one of the nation's biggest manufacturers of plumbing fixtures might be just the thing they need to secure some big-fish clients. And it'd make a decent profit on top of some much needed exposure --- nevermind the comparatively *ahem* taboo subject-matter. They applied, received the brief, and set to work making the "best damn advertising strategy the plumbing industry has ever seen." And finally, after much research, spit-balling, and staying out way too late to get some last-minute mock-ups done, they had it. (Or at least, that's what their focus groups seemed to believe.) All that remained was to make the pitch. Sell the strategy to Bayside, and they'll have a huge client to work with for the next year. Fail to sell it, and all their work is for naught as some other agency wins the client. It's showtime for our account executive! One would think the executives of a company that sells toilets would be a little more laid-back. For Bayside Fixtures, it seemed the exact opposite was true; perhaps it was the "embarrassing" products they sold that inevitably drove them to act as sterile as business-suits come. The lobby was quiet, clad in cold white marble, and mauve walls. If the flowers weren't plastic, they would have died in the miasma of HR-jargon unleashed by the secretary into a beige handset. Even the conference room in which she'd make her pitch was tomb-like in that it was somewhere inside the building. No windows, just walls. Her partner on this one --- the creative director --- had come down with some brutal food poisoning, so she'd be going alone on this one. So she waited. Alone in that silent room with only a few of her posters to keep her company. Those and a nearly-empty 1-liter of spring water that she chugged before stowing in her purse. The atmosphere of this place told her that disposable water-bottles might be seen as entirely unprofessional. She knew she'd downed a lot of water. She already needed to pee a bit, though she could manage. At least, that was what she thought. It was hard to keep track of time in here, considering it oddly did not have a wall clock. Instead, the account executive continually peeked at her phone within her purse since she didn't dare pull it out for fear of being caught with it. Gotta be professional, eh? Though, these executives were taking their sweet-ass time getting there. With nothing to do but meditate on the steady --- and insidiously rapid --- filling of her bladder, she started to panic a little. It got bad enough that she thought about popping out for a quick second to find the room to which this company was dedicated (though, internally, she hoped she wouldn't be subjected to her first experience on one of their female urinals right now). Two things made that idea little more than a daydream. First: the execs could show up at literally any time --- even during the two-to-three minutes she figured it'd take to relieve herself. Second: the keypad on the doorknob told her that this room would undoubtedly lock behind her. It had to have been another half-hour of waiting, based on her internal water-clock. Still no sign of the people she was supposed to be meeting with. Very unprofessional, she thought. Or, she would have thought if her mind wasn't absolutely consumed with the frantic need to urinate. She'd been stupid. That water was a really stupid move. This was one of those stories told as a response to the question "when is the worst time you've ever had to pee?" Now. For fuck's sake, it was now. Like the other accounts of long sports games, or the SATs, now was the time that tears were welling up in her eyes, no-doubt the result of liquid trying to find anywhere else to go but her monstrously full bladder. A cold sweat rolled down her temples as she repeatedly observed how bad of a situation she was in. Then, there was a click at the door. Four older men and two older women stepped in and took their seats at the table. Each stopped to shake hands with our waterlogged account executive. She smiled, clenching every muscle in her body. Standing up was an indescribable torture. Her belt was too tight. Her pitch had begun, and there were only two things on her mind. The first, of course, was her intense desire to pee a firehose gush into the nearest acceptable "fixture" --- female urinal, or potted plant. Second was what the ill creative director had said. "Don't blow it!"
  8. From the album: Here4theFun's Digital Art

    Some one has been tied up and holding his pee all day just so they could give his Master a present. How cute!
  9. 1,050 downloads

    7 girls/scenes, about 2 hours 20 minutes, brief nudity in several. Like before: each girl dressed in a business suit, holds on, eventually with hands tied. (tied hands are quite lame) Finally, skirt removed, pees her panties. Average length: 20 minutes per scene. Sorry, I should have posted these weeks ago. This is 2/2.
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  10. 877 downloads

    7 girls/scenes, about 2 hours 20 minutes, brief nudity in several. Like before: each girl dressed in a business suit, holds on, eventually with hands tied. (tied hands are quite lame) Finally, skirt removed, pees her panties. Average length: 20 minutes per scene. Sorry, I should have posted this plus one more weeks ago. The 2nd will follow this one.
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  11. Version 1.0.0

    1,087 downloads

    9 girls/scenes, about 3 hours, brief nudity in several. Each girl dressed in a business suit, holds on, eventually with hands tied. (tied hands are quite lame) Finally, skirt removed, pees her panties. Average length: 20 minutes per scene. 2 more in series will be posted soon.
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  12. 1,555 downloads

    A rather old video, but I don't think it's been uploaded before (hopefully). Summary: Several women are being interviewed for a job. As the interview progresses, they quickly become desperate to pee, but have no choice but to hold it in and try to wait until the end. Eventually the pressure becomes unbearable and they wet themselves; embarrassed, they rush to the bathroom afterwards so they can clean themselves up.
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  13. 1,976 downloads

    Businesswomen are at the office doing their work when they become desperate for the toilet. Stuck in a situation where they cannot reach the bathroom in time, they eventually wet themselves. Some of them try to hide it or cover it up to avoid embarrassment.
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  14. 2,081 downloads

    Several businesswomen are being trained for a new job by their boss, and set off on a business trip in his car. The strict boss doesn't allow them an opportunity to use the bathroom, so the women have no choice but to endure a bursting bladder in the back of the car, squirming in desperation. Eventually they are unable to wait any longer, and wet themselves inside the car, much to their embarrassment.
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    NHDTA-926: OL in short skirt has a vibrator inserted and squirts on the bus. Screenshots are in the order of the videos. Scene 1: OL with short gray skirt, light blue shirt w/collar, white panties, and black heeled shoes. She squirms and struggles to resist the vibrator for quite a while before squirting on the bus. Scene 2: OL with black skirt suit, pant, white panties, and black shoes. The vibrator inserted into her has bells attached to it, making it especially difficult to not draw attention to her predicament from other riders. There is no obvious squirting here, but our lovely OL is certainly worn out from resisting the vibe by the end of the video. Scene 3: A younger-looking OL with a short navy blue skirt, white top, vest, and pink panties make for the most dramatic scene in the video. Her legs and hips are overwhelmed with the stimulation of the vibrator. It is not long before she has visible wetness on her cute pink panties caused by the powerful vibrator. This is easily the best squirting of the video. Enjoy!
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  16. In Over the hedge the animals raid trash cans outside Gladys Sharp's house and Verne finds a used diaper inside. She is a single businesswoman with no children so why is there a diaper in her trash can? Either she is incontinent or is ABDL, but the only evidence of her being ABDL is her cute bunny slippers even though she hates wild animals. Nobody online seems to talk about this has anyone else given this much thought?
  17. Jailor Eckman

    female Request 017

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Uh oh. It turns out that fresh seafood doesn't really exist in the mountains! Of course, because the rustic resort went all-out on maintaining its traditional, American mountain-living image (or because they just wanted to save a few bucks), they installed only one, single outhouse to service all of its guests. That's really bad news for these two women. Having come up into the range from a state over to attend a meeting about the retreat's quarterly performance, this business woman made the mistake of assuming her company actually cares about its guests bodily needs. A large ice tea for the ride up, several bottles of water during the property tour, and not even a single bathroom-break later, she finally had the opportunity to sneak off to that lonely outhouse... and found it occupied. The bus is leaving soon. Looks like its going to be a fun, bumpy ride back to HQ... Maybe the winner of the lemonade-drinking contest held earlier will have more luck? The person in the outhouse can't be sick forever, right? But, with a half-gallon of pink lemonade running straight through her system, this has become a true battle of attrition... Her kidneys are on overdrive, and her bladder is full. Really full. And each passing second is just another temptation for her to just let go, and experience the unbelievably sweet relief of peeing her pants. But she's 22 years old, and every fiber of her will forbids such embarrassment. She can hold it. This is the request I did for @randomrobot007!
  18. Jailor Eckman

    female Request 015

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    How about a bit of revenge for that teacher who always told you that you should've used the bathroom before class? She's gotta stay dignified even in the face of an insurmountable challenge: not peeing for an entire work day! This is the request I did for @Pee-Pants1995 featuring her OC Isabelle Gladstone!
  19. View File JAV DLSL-261 Desperate office ladies (OL's) hurry to the bathroom only to find it occupied or otherwise unavailable. Running out of time, they find creative places to relieve the pressure on their bladders. After many attempts and some helpful tips from the user community, I have managed to upload part 1 and 3 of this video. Enjoy part 1, 3, and 4 of SL-261....better late than never. Part 1 features 8 OLs (first 10 screenshots) Part 3 features 9 OLs (screenshot 11-22) - the OL relieving herself in the white laundry basket should be the first screenshot for part 2....just download and enjoy. If anyone is able to acquire Part 2 of this video, I am sure the members would appreciate having the complete set for this video. Submitter femdesp Submitted 03/03/2019 Category Peeing
  20. View File DLEE-301 — Female workers wetting at office Businesswomen are at the office doing their work when they become desperate for the toilet. Stuck in a situation where they cannot reach the bathroom in time, they eventually wet themselves. Some of them try to hide it or cover it up to avoid embarrassment. Submitter IcyMint Submitted 09/19/2020 Category JAV Collections  
  21. View File DLSL-234 Several businesswomen are being trained for a new job by their boss, and set off on a business trip in his car. The strict boss doesn't allow them an opportunity to use the bathroom, so the women have no choice but to endure a bursting bladder in the back of the car, squirming in desperation. Eventually they are unable to wait any longer, and wet themselves inside the car, much to their embarrassment. Submitter IcyMint Submitted 09/19/2020 Category JAV Collections  
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