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  1. https://www.jade-net-home.com/series/11485 It's a video series about car desperation and peeing inside of the car. I really liked the samples, but couldn't find full version of them. Could you upload them here if you have one?
  2. It’s been a long time since I posted my last story about Kate’s desperate interview. Been pretty inactive since then because I’ve been so busy, but I finally got around to writing another story. It’s a rather long one, so I’m gonna post it in parts, just so it’s easier for me. Here is the first part for now, I’ll be adding the rest below in the coming days/weeks. Ok enough talk, enjoy! Abby: Business Trip Agony Part 1 Early morning company meetings were almost always a dull affair. For 24-year-old Abigail Moore, today was no different as she sat at the large desk with her many colleagues and higher-ups, wondering how much longer she’d have to endure this boredom until she could get out of the stuffy meeting room. It was always the same: the same bosses and executives sprouting the same old information with the same old charts and graphs showing the same old data. Abby practically had the whole thing memorized by now. And yet for some reason, no one thought to put a stop to them, so here they were, sitting through it yet again. Abby was at least glad that she had her cup of coffee on hand. With nothing else to do, she found herself taking sip after sip as she listened to the endless droning of presenters up front. It wasn’t even her first cup of the day; she’d had a cup of hot coffee back at home, then bought a large Starbucks iced coffee on her drive to work, which she had promptly finished by the time she had pulled into the parking lot. Not long after, as soon as the morning meeting was called, the first thing she had done was go to the break room so she could pour herself some more into the largest cup that she could find. To say Abby liked coffee would be quite an understatement; by this point, it was practically her life-blood. Even with all this caffeine pumping through her veins, the endless monologues threatened to put her to sleep. She thought back to when she had first started working at this company two months ago, how she had sat eagerly on the edge of her chair, not wanting to miss a single word of the discussions out of a desire to be the best at her job. Her colleagues had joked around at her attentiveness, betting how long she would go before she lost all interest like the rest of them, even though she had insisted she wouldn’t. So much for that, Abby thought amusedly, her attention all but non-existent as she absentmindedly watched a fly crawling up the wall in front of her. It wasn’t that she didn’t like her job; she’d worked very hard in college and gone through many interviews and internships to land her position as a financial advisor at this firm, and outside the dreadful meetings, it was a job she very much liked. Since she had started two months ago, she’d been assigned to shadow one of the older female employees, Renee Wilkins. At 40 years of age, Renee was a kind but firm woman who has had much success at the job, and was a figure often looked up to at the workplace. In just the two months she had worked with her, Abby had already learned a great deal, eager as she ever was to learn from the best. Meanwhile, Mrs. Wilkins had developed a growing liking for Abby and her enthusiasm, something which Abby was very happy about. This growing relation had led to the two women working very well together, with Mrs. Wilkins leading at the helm and Abby as her protégé following in her footsteps. As eager as she had been to work independently, Abby had found herself enjoying Mrs. Wilkins’ company as they traveled from client to client in their daily endeavors. Lost in her thoughts, she took another sip from her coffee as she wondered what would be in store for the day. Mrs. Wilkins often had her start by making calls to the day’s list of clients, a task which she was now trusted to do unguided. Whenever there were bigger and more important clients, though, they would leave the office together for a face-to-face meeting. Mrs. Wilkins had often taken the lead in these, especially in the beginning when she would do most of the talking, but slowly but surely Abby had been given a bigger role in them as her confidence grew. It wasn’t long before she had been put in the driver’s seat, given the chance to do most of the talking while her mentor simply provided support on the side. Before she could do any of that, though, first she had to get out of this meeting room. Glancing down at her phone, she checked the time to see how much longer this would take, sighing in annoyance when she realized they were only halfway through, with at least another thirty minutes left. This time, though, it wasn’t just the boredom that was bothering her; all her morning coffee was starting to make their way down to her bladder, which was now sending up signals of need. It wasn’t terribly urgent, but still an annoyance, nonetheless. Maybe it’ll help me stay awake, Abby figured; she could use all the help she could get. She glanced towards the front of the table where Mrs. Wilkins was sitting. Even she looked bored, resting her chin on her hand with her elbow propped up on the table. Abby picked up her coffee cup, realized it was empty, and set it back down, wishing she had more. With nothing else to do, she began picking at her clothes, running her fingers down her black blouse and rubbing her palms along her tight white jeans. Looking below the table, she admired her knee-length black velvet boots, a pair she was quite fond of. The attire was more casual than what she usually wore, but she was still able to pull off an elegant and professional look. She crossed her legs as she settled down to wait out the rest of the dull affair. It certainly felt like forever, but at long last, the discussions were wrapped up and the meeting was called to an end, much to everyone’s happiness. Abby uncrossed her legs and stood up eagerly, glad to finally be able to get out of this room and get back to doing some real work. But first, she needed to visit the Ladies room where she could finally go answer the calls from her bladder, which had grown quite insistent in the past half hour. Considering the copious amounts of coffee she had consumed, this wasn’t unexpected, and she hadn’t had a chance to use the toilet since she’d come into the office. Throwing her empty coffee cup into the trash, Abby joined the swarm of people heading out of the room, then turned left into the hallway and headed in the direction of the restrooms. She had hardly gone ten steps, however, when she heard her name ringing out from behind her. “Abby!” Turning around, Abby saw Mrs. Wilkins walking briskly towards her, phone in one hand and purse in the other. Clearly in a hurry, she wasted no time in launching into speech as soon as she got close: “Listen, Abby, I just got a call from Michael Lee. He said they need to have a meeting with us in one hour to discuss something urgent. We have to leave now to make it on time.” She gestured at her watch, then turned and began walking back down the corridor. “Go grab your stuff from the office and meet me outside. Quickly!” With that, before Abby could even get a word out, Mrs. Wilkins raced off towards the exit. For a second Abby stood there, still processing Mrs. Wilkin’s words. Mr. Lee was the manager of a very important client of the firm that was being managed by Mrs. Wilkins. Clearly something had come up that needed to be sorted out immediately, lest they wouldn’t have called a meetup at such short notice. Given what a valuable client they were to the firm, Mrs. Wilkins’ hurry was understandable; showing up late and not resolving the issue quickly would set a terrible impression, and could even prove disastrous if the company decided to switch to another firm instead. Abby was certainly not about to let that happen. Thoughts of using the bathroom all but forgotten, Abby quickly turned on her heels and hurried to her office. She wasted no time picking up her purse and some files containing important documents, before dashing back out and heading towards the front of the building.
  3. Since I've seen similar videos uploaded and these are fairly old now, I thought I'd see if someone had these in their collection. SL-281: https://jade-net-home.com/products/115423? SL-361: https://jade-net-home.com/products/119680?
  4. Just found this tik tok clip on twitter. A woman floods in her jeans while sitting in the passenger seat. Music over the audio unfortunately
  5. This latest kinky compilation video contains 6 different car wettings videos filmed over a week. I wet myself lots of times including in my tight grey yoga pants, my ripped blue jeans, my tight brown jeans, my black thermal tights under my dress, and my tight blue jeggings. Watch me desperately squirm and soak all of them right there in the seat, and a also a little flash of my wet pink panties as I pull my tights down to show you the wet spot. Hope you all enjoy
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  6. Hey everyone! So, I was at my barber for my monthly haircut and beard trim today. For context, they are one of those fancy places with an open bar during your service. Anyway, I accidentally arrived 30 minutes early and decided to have a beer. When my appointment started (30 minutes after I arrived), I finished my first beer and was served another. My haircut normally takes about 30 minutes and my beard trim another 30. In between the two services they brought me a third (and final beer). Towards the end of my beard trim, I could feel my need to pee was pretty strong and decided that I definitely needed to use the bathroom before my drive home. When we finished up, I went to the front to pay and the cashier took the opportunity to try and upsell me on all of the new products they had in stock. It took all of my power to resist holding myself and doing the potty dance right in front of her. When I finally convinced her that I was not interested, I settled out and started walking to the bathroom. That's when she called my name and informed me that the bathroom was being deep cleaned and sanitized and wouldn't be available for about 20 minutes. I thought that maybe I could hold it that long, but my house was also 20 minutes away. I decided to take my chances and go home to pee. Getting into my truck and sitting quickly informed me that I may not make it home in time. The pressure of sitting and then the seat belt was torture on my bladder. I was squirming and holding myself but also trying to concentrate on the road since traffic was just building for the evening commute. About 5 minutes into my drive home, I started to feel the familiar spasms that are usually precursors to leaks. Sure enough, a minute or two later I felt a warm jet escape into my boxer briefs and get absorbed into my jean shorts. The loss of control lasted about 3 seconds and there as a wet spot on the front of my shorts about the size of a tennis ball. The leak didn't help my need at all and I still needed to go badly. About 5 minutes from home, I started to feel dribbles and decided that instead of losing all control, I would try another long leak. As I let go I immediately knew it was a mistake. I was peeing myself with a strong stream for about 5 seconds before I was able to slow it to a light trickle. As I pulled up to my house, I could see my neighbor in her yard raking. I new I was about to lose all control so I opened the garage, waved to her, and parked my truck in the garage. I sat there, dribbling into my pants as I waited for the door to close. as soon as it did, I couldn't hold it any more and started having an accident. As the flood gates opened, I jumped out of the truck and completely peed my shorts and socks in my garage. I barely had time to kick off my shoes as I was wetting myself. The relief felt so amazing that I uncontrollably came into my shorts as well while standing there. I snapped a few quick pictures for you lovely people before throwing my wet clothes into the wash and drying the floor with a towel. Anyway, below are the pictures and I hope you've enjoyed hearing about my accident!
  7. This is from a couple months ago. The first half is just me whimpering and cursing and SUFFERING. I wasn't quite confident I could have my accidents publicly yet so I'm a little unsure of myself here . There was a really cute guy sitting in his car too. That was an extra level of embarrassment that I hadn't mentally prepared for. (Un) fortunately my bladder didn't care who was looking. This accident is when I first really REALLY realized I loved doing this publicly and that I could survive the embarrassment to do it again. I was visiting a friend at her work. I wasn't too far from home so I figured I'd risk it. Are you seeing a pattern yet? Lol. It was the wrong call. I hit a speed bump in the garage and cried out. I hadn't realized how desperate I was until that moment. I knew I wasn't going back and so I hit record to see if I could capture this for my pee pal. One thing was certain: If I could make it up to the strip mall across the street I could run my errands and use a bathroom. Let's just say only the errands happened And yes I wandered the stores after this with that red piss stained skirt clinging to me. Now THAT is the level of humiliation that I have not gotten comfortable with but I try from time to time. oh and ps- I didn't realize during my accident because I was overwhelmed with a million other sensations but I was actually standing around barefoot in a pile of broken glass. I had to bandage my foot for a week after this. No regrets. InShot_20210804_120329064.mp4
  8. This is a description of a scene I witnessed while driving by on a freeway. It happened at a place where two lanes joined after passing a road work site, so there was a traffic jam and we were going really slowly. Moreover, there was no emergency lane, only some turnout bays every couple of hundred meters. When we passed the next turnout bay after the road works I saw a black Audi parked there. The driver - an average looking guy, slim, dark hair, maybe in his thirties - was just climbing over the guard rail with a huge dark wet stain in the crotch of his light khaki pants. It was definitely too wet to be just sweat and it was right in the middle of his crotch so I don't think it was a spilled drink either. I only saw all this for a second and I don't know what really happened, but I guess that guy had been desperate to pee and stuck in traffic for a while without any chance to leave his car for a moment. So he had already lost some major spurts into his pants and used the very first opportunity to release the rest into the bushes before completely loosing control. Anybody else here who has been in this situation?
  9. Okay so I thought I’d write a short and sweet experience I had with my University flatmate, Sunny. This one is honestly one of my favourite So about a year ago Sunny and I, plus about 10 other friends, were pre drinking for a night of clubbing. I was drinking a bottle of wine and Sunny was drinking vodka and beer (a disgusting combo if I may say). (For reference of Sunny check my last post and I’m 5’5, blonde, slim, A cup. Sunny was wearing a black denim skirt and a revealing black lace bodysuit and I was wearing black corduroy skirt and a pink crop top with no bra) In a previous post I mentioned that Sunny has an extremely small bladder but when she was drinking she was practically incontinent so when we were drinking heavily, broke uni students you gotta get as drunk as possible on £4 wine before the overpriced drinks in the club! Soon it was time to go to the club and one of our friends who had class the next day and wasn’t drinking offered to drive some people there. Obviously, lots of us wanted a lift to avoid taxi fares but there were limited seats, first come first serve, so I said me and Sunny will come with him. “I’m just gonna go to the loo first” Sunny said “No you can’t! Jamie will give away our seats!” I replied truthfully “I won’t be able to hold it!” “Then you go to the loo and I’ll go with Jamie” I said, okay I was being kind of mean but I really didn’t have the money to spend on a taxi fare “No it’s fine I’ll hold it” So we get to Jamie’s car and there’s one too many people for seats “Right whoever’s the smallest sit on someone’s lap” Jamie said Sunny was the smallest and she chose to sit on my lap and we set off to the club, Sunny kept wiggling on my lap and I could definitely guess why “You better not piss on my lap” I said quietly to Sunny as we were sat very closely to the other two people sat in the backseat “Well it would be your fault for not letting me wee before we left” “Whatever” “Also I’m like 90% sure I’m gonna piss on you so you better be at peace with the idea soon” She didn’t know that I definitely wouldn’t be complaining too much if she did Now the drive to the club wasn’t very long but Jamie, however, is an awful driver so it was a very bumpy and jarring ride. Lots of fast cutting corners and not slowing down for speed bumps and because of this I had to keep my arms around Sunny’s waist just above her bladder. “You better not squeeze too hard or I’ll definitely piss on you” Sunny hissed at me, she was constantly wiggling around, basically giving me a lap dance at this point. She was clearly extremely desperate and wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer, suddenly she shifted from firmly on my lap to straddling my right thigh moving her arse up and therefore making my skirt ride up, so anyone could see the front my lacy thong. I could feel her thong on my bare thigh stuck firmly against her pussy, damp as she must have leaked a bit “What the hell are you doing?!” I said to Sunny but I obviously knew this was her only hope to not wet herself. “I-“ she was cut off however by Jamie sharply going over a pretty big speed bump, one he did not slow down for. The car practically leapt a metre in the air and I instinctively tightened my arms around Sunny’s waist, firmly on her bladder this time. Well, I think you can guess what happened next I suddenly felt something warm and wet on my bare thigh, coming out strongly and it wasn’t stopping anytime soon. “Sunny oh my god!!” I yelped trying to shift her off my leg “I’m sorry I literally can’t stop it!” She shifted to standing up lifting her skirt up, giving me quite the view of her arse in her white thong. There was a burst of commotion from the other four people in the car, Jamie in particular begging her to stop pissing in his car. Sunny managed to stop the flow a little bit was it kept coming out in long spurts onto the seat and a bit onto my underwear clad crotch. “Sunny use this!” The boy in the front seat said handing back the empty plastic cup that once contained the drink he had. Sunny grabbed it quickly and shoved it under her still pissing pussy, all of this happening while she was about 20cm away from my crotch. She finished pissing into the cup and sat her soaking arse back onto my lap and stayed like that rest of the drive to the club with the cup of her pee still in her hand. We got to the club, Sunny ditched the cup of piss and we had a great night! Let me know what you thought of this! I’m not really into girls but I always thought this night was particularly hot, like a wet dream honestly, so I’d be interested to see what you all think!
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    In this JAV a boss slips some diuretics into his employees drink and delays her as long as he can before allowing her to go to the bathroom. Most of the women desperately hold on and make it the bathroom while some mainly the ones who get stuck in long car drives with there boss end up not being able to wait any longer. There is a scat warning on file DLSL-291-01 at 9:54-15:18 (I forgot to put it on here when I first uploaded this sorry about that ) Enjoy
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  11. (Note: This is based on some of the original fiction I write and follows the same sort of writing style. I have changed the character's names to similar ones, as well as some of the details, for anonymity purposes. But I will give you a bit of background on the set up so it makes some degree of sense: Julian is a politician, of sorts, an official in something akin to the United Nations. He is known for being a bit eccentric and full of himself and isn't very highly regarded in the administration. He can be somewhat uptight and very stubborn. Sarah is his trusted assistant, and is one of the few people who actually respects him. She can be somewhat childish at times, but she's compassionate and tries to be helpful in whatever way she can. The two of them are, at this point in the story, secretly involved with one another behind closed doors and have formed something of a close bond. They occasionally travel the world on campaign and meet with other officials in various destinations around the globe. This story takes place during one of those trips abroad, en route to a conference at an official's home. Also, I've written and re-written this multiple times, so I apologize if there's anything that seems off or inconsistent. This is my first time sharing any of my fiction, omo or otherwise, so please bear with me.) ... Before the day's travels would begin, Julian and Sarah thought it would be beneficial to get some supplies to take with them. Nothing too major, just some light food and beverages to help keep their spirits up throughout the drive, for it was said to be quite a long one this time around. It was part of one of many short trips they'd had to make to conduct business with some of their political contemporaries. This one, unlike with the last few destinations, was a bit more off the grid than the others and required them to be escorted to the remote location. As the vehicles involved in the escort needed to be refueled, they were stopped at a convenience store and gas station, the last one before the winding desert highway. So, whilst there, it would only make sense to stock up. Sarah grabbed a couple of snacks and something to drink and brought her items to the counter, where Julian was handing cash to the clerk, paying for his food and drink. "Just these two or something else?" the clerk asked, "Can I interest you in any lottery tickets?" "No thanks, that will be all." said Julian. "Alright, then. Next customer!" the clerk yelled. "Oh, you've got water? Should I put this back?" Sarah asked her partner. "Nope, this one's all for me." he specified, lifting the heavy jug off the counter by its handle. "You really think you need all of that?" she questioned. "We'll be smack in the middle of the desert, for god's sakes. Adequate hydration is a must." he explained, twisting off the cap, "And they say, if you're thirsty, then you're already dehydrated. And I, for one am rather parched!" He punctuated this by taking a large gulp of the ice cold liquid. "But still, isn't a gallon a little much?" She tilted her head and squinted her eyes at the volume. "Nonsense." he corrected, shaking his head, "For a man of my stature, it's perfectly sufficient in these conditions. Every survival manual on the market will tell you as much." "Alright...just be aware it's a six hour drive." she said, half joking. "What's that got to do with anything?" he asked with arrogant nonchalance, before absent mindedly taking another swig. Sarah raised an eyebrow at him, finished paying for her goods. "It all has to go somewhere." she shrugged, "What goes in must come out." He was honestly a little annoyed she would feel the need to point this one out, as if he already didn't know any better. He knew his limits. "So long as I pace myself, I should be fine. Trust me on that one." "If you say so." she said, holding the door open as they left the shop. Julian, all the while, continued to carelessly guzzle his drink, for it was far too refreshing to put down. "Is that a challenge?" he remarked. The driver met them outside, having just finished fueling up the vehicle. "Alright. You folks ready to leave?" he said in a firm tone, his hands on his hips. The driver was a broad-statured man with a stern demeanor and a closely shaved head to match. "I believe so." said Julian, affirmatively, boosting himself up on his toes, "Just about" "Great, now just so you know, our destination is about 400 miles eastbound through nothing but sand dunes. We'll be joining up with the rest of the motorcade in a few minutes, two vehicles in front, two in back. If we should need to stop for any reason, let me know and I will alert the rest of the motorcade via the radio so we can all pull over, any questions?" "Nope. I think that should do it." said Julian. "Great, then let's get going." "So much for pacing yourself." Sarah whispered. "You already finished a quarter of that!" "What can I say? It's hot out here! I'm dying of thirst." he said, bringing it back to his lips. "It is, but you'd really better take it easy, okay? You wouldn't want to over do it." she advised, no longer just teasing, "Especially if we'll be stuck in the car." He simply laughed it off, seeing her advice as unwarranted. "Sarah, I assure you I'll be fine. Perfectly fine. If not, I wouldn't be taking the risk." "Famous last words..." she teased, "Are you sure you don't wanna...you know...take care of that before we leave? Just in case?" "That won't be necessary. I haven't the need to." he stubbornly insisted, "I already addressed that before we left. Which, might I remind you, was no more than half an hour ago, so I'm more than content. Really. I very much doubt it'd make a difference, save for wasting a good minute or so of my time." "Okay...But, later on, you might be sorry..." she said, in a singsong voice, "I really don't wanna have to say I told you so. Last chance. It's gonna be a while. Six hours. And I doubt there's any place to stop out there." "Err...well...Alright, fine, perhaps you do have a point. Suppose it's worth a shot, regardless. Best not chance anything. Back in a minute." he gestured toward a door at side of the gas station, "Here, hold this for me." The driver impatiently honked the horn, "Come on, what are we waiting for? Let's hit the road." Sarah tilted her head and blinked a few times as Julian suddenly reneged on his former statement, face heel turning back toward the vehicle, "Well, you heard the man! There's no time for that now. We're running late as it is. I doubt he'd appreciate me holding things up. Now, let's go!" The first hour went smoothly as they left behind the last of the urban areas and ventured out into the barren desert. Julian continued to quench his thirst, taking frequent sips and paying very little mind to it. Of course, his nonchalance did nothing to keep it from gradually flooding his system. It was only as the second hour turned to the third that a need arose, and he realized he'd made a terrible mistake. He really should've heeded Sarah's warnings. He pressed his legs together and groaned. As foretold, it had all caught up with him. But, hey, at least he wasn't dehydrated. "How are we doing back there? Seems awful quiet." said the driver. "Fine, thank you." he lied through gritted teeth, "Out of curiosity, about how long til we get there? Statistically speaking." he clarified, to prevent any further grilling on his reasons for asking that could potentially lead to an embarrassing admission, "And by any chance, does this road get any smoother?" He grimaced, for the road had been rough, much to his disservice. Being jostled didn't exactly help the situation at hand. "Nope. It's all bumps from here on out, change in terrain." "Ah. I see. Good to know." "And for the ETA, we're looking at about..." He crossed his fingers, hoping it wouldn't be much longer than he could reasonably take with such a pressing need. "...Two hours, according to the GPS." "Really, is that all, then?" Strain and disappointment were evident in his voice. This was clearly not what he was wanting to hear. Sarah raised her brow in his direction, having a fair idea of why he had asked those questions. She'd seen him grow gradually tenser over the course of the ride: impatient, agitated and squirmy. And, given the circumstance, it wouldn't exactly be a stretch to assume what the cause was. If true, it would come as no surprise. "Yup, that's it. Two hours, maybe two and a half. Unless we run into any unforeseen conditions along the way." said the driver. "Splendid." said Julian, inhaling sharply and closing his eyes tight, "Absolutely splendid." "If you need anything, give me a heads up." said the driver, strapping his headset back on. "Not planning on it." he said. In spite of what was practical, he found it preferable not to give voice to such a private personal matter, though his constant movement gave him away. Sarah certainly noticed the signs. He seemed to be bouncing his leg far more frantically than usual and gnawing on his lower lip, in addition to all manner of other un-subtleties he was displaying. She could see straight through him. Not that it was particularly hard to in this instance. Julian happened to catch her staring and met her gaze. "What are you looking at?" he questioned, through an irritable pout. He knew exactly what was coming, and he didn't want to hear it. He was in no mood to be proven wrong. "Nothing..." said Sarah, "I just think this calls for an I told you so. Don't you?" "What do you mean? I'm perfectly fine." he denied, continuing to bounce his leg as he stared evasively out the window. Sarah tilted her eyebrow. "Julian, please. Don't think I didn't notice." she said. "Notice what? What is there to notice?" he said, in defense. "Come on...we both know what's up." she gestured vaguely, "You clearly need to go. I can tell just from looking at you." "How do you know I'm not just restless?" "Because, I can put two and two together." she said, "You drank a bunch of water, it's been a few hours...Obviously you have to pee." "I do not-" he tried to protest, before taking note of his own posture. It did look like it. And, rather than assuming a more neutral position, he figured he'd had no choice other than to admit it. The gig was up. He let out a dejected sigh: "It isn't that obvious, is it?" Still, in spite of all the wiggling and fidgeting, he refused to let it show on his face, trying his hardest to maintain an air of dignity, the last bit of dignity he had. "Uh...Just a little bit." she said, pinching the air. "Alright, okay, so...maybe I do! Alright? And somewhat badly, if I'll be honest. But, I suppose that was to be expected, given that I'm...sufficiently hydrated." He scowled in discomfort and folded his arms over his chest, "But, what of it?! I don't think it's any of your concern. That's for me to contend with. Just have to...try and ignore it, is all. Just have to hold off til we arrive. That's about all I can do. Wait it out..." She tapped his arm and whispered in his ear, "You could just tell him to pull over, you know? He said you could." "And alert the entire motorcade? Absolutely not! Do you realize what that would entail?!? Everyone involved would have to be notified and they'd all make a big deal of it. Now, I don't know about you, but to me, that sounds hugely embarrassing. That being said, there's no chance in hell." he professed, biting a nail as he shook both legs, "I'm not doing it. I'm just not. I'd look pathetic!" "Well, it's better than having to hold it the rest of the ride. It could be hours. Sure you wanna wait?" "Beats having to write my name in the sand, so to speak, all out in the open." "I don't think sand works that way. It's not like snow. I doubt you could write much of anything in it." Sarah said, as an aside, "It'd probably just absorb." "Well, whatever, it's figurative...Same principle! And...take a look out there, Sarah. Take a look!" he gestured, "There's no partitions, no walls, no privacy whatsoever. Best I could get is behind one of the vehicles. And even then, per the protocol, all the officers would be stood there waiting for me to finish, which would be dreadful to say the least. Not to mention utterly humiliating! So, unless there's a sensible alternative-" "You know we just passed someplace, like, a little over an hour ago, right? Why didn't you just go then? There were all kinds of abandoned buildings and stuff you could've gone in." His face went through a variety of expressions as he processed this information. "Well, my reasoning for that is..." he paused, holding his finger to his lip, "Well, it's simple...Quite simple, actually. Very simple. Simple explanation." he elaborated, "Fact of the matter is, I- I simply...didn't need to 'go' then." He evaded her gaze as his eyes shifted, fully recognizing how absurd an excuse that was for someone his of age and competency, "Wasn't really worth mentioning, so it hadn't occurred to me." he said, sheepishly, "But...that's beside the point, that's really not relevant! Never mind any of that. What's done is done. Now, if by some miracle, we should stumble across anything else that bears a vague resemblance to civilization, then I'll happily take the next opportunity. If not, which seems more likely, I suppose I'll just have to hold off. Alright? It's as simple as that. End of subject." he said with finality, as if taking a stoic stance on the matter. "For two more hours? Maybe three?" she questioned, concerned for his well being, "You can't be serious. You're really gonna wait that long?" "Why not? Certainly wouldn't be the first time! I'll have you know, I'm well accustomed." "Wait, come to think of it, I guess you must be..." Sarah said, "You almost never have to go. Or if you do, you don't ever mention it." Now that she thought about it, she'd hardly ever heard him bring it up, which was odd considering the insane amount of coffee the man got through each day. He must have a bladder of steel. Or so she assumed. In reality, he'd just sneak off unannounced to take care of business when the need arose, and return without an explanation as to where he'd been. The most he'd give was a "Be right back." He would never dream of stating it directly. Doing such was crass, improper, and undignified. He'd rather maintain a degree of mystery surrounding his bodily functions. They were nobody's business. A private matter to attend to. Not for public knowledge or awareness. Throughout the time they'd known each other, he'd only mentioned it twice. Now, technically, three times. Once, when they were out drinking, which was a given after he'd had a few. And on one other occasion during their travels that necessitated seeking out an empty alleyway, in which he made her keep watch for any passersby. But, aside from that, he kept the matter solely to himself. "Matter of politeness, Sarah. I'm not exactly keen to draw attention to it." he said. He glanced away for a second, clearly embarrassed, still fanning his legs in and out, "Rather not announce it." Sarah wondered if he saw the irony in his statement, considering his body language had made his need painfully obvious. "You don't have to announce it." she said, dryly. "Good." he said, completely missing the point. He was silent for a moment, save for his wincing breaths which made it an incredibly awkward silence at that. He wondered what must she must be thinking of him right now. Appearing so weak in front of her, at the mercy of something as pathetic as this. It made him want to hold out even longer, just to prove that he could. To stay true to his word. To prove he had the necessary level of resolve and self-mastery to do so. Because, typically he did. He could wait quite a while when he set his mind to it, hours and hours if the situation called. Often it was a necessity in not only his line of work, but throughout his education and training. He was skilled at it typically. He had to be. After all, juggling his coffee intake with uninterrupted meetings, strict schedules and limited breaks was no easy task, but he'd been accustomed and had never been caught short. Not once. Without fail, he'd always managed, save for a handful of extremely close calls, which this was shaping up to be one of. He was confident in his ability, but perhaps too confident, and now he was in over his head, well past the point of comfort. Or, more accurately, up to his eyeballs. But, Julian was anything if not determined. Except for stubborn. And if nothing else could keep him holding on, it would be his stubbornness. He would prove his point, all the while keeping his dignity intact, even if it meant pushing himself beyond his natural limit. "Hey, I've been meaning to ask, how much water is left?" Sarah asked, pointing to the jug at his feet, "Turns out I didn't bring enough. You were right on that one." Julian rolled his eyes. Of all things she could've said, why did she have to ask that? Was she doing this on purpose to rub it in? "See for yourself. You might be disappointed." he said, subtly boasting as if self-congratulating for his endurance. He'd truly got through an impressive amount, after all. And perhaps she'd be more understanding if she saw the sheer volume of what he was contending with. "That's it?" she asked, shocked. "That's it." Julian confirmed, "What you see is what you get." There wasn't much left, for he had really been as parched as he had claimed to be. "That means you must have..." She looked down at the mostly empty jug and back at him, with widened eyes, "You really?-" she stammered, shocked, "All of that? Seriously?!? More than half?" "Just about!" he said, "I'd rather you not remind me." he scoffed, shifting his weight at the mere acknowledgement. He could feel every last ounce pounding against the walls of his bladder. "Well, can I have what's left? I'm still kinda thirsty." "Go ahead, I've certainly already met my quota...Exceeded it by a long shot, as a matter of fact." he said through clenched teeth, "By a long shot." He let out another pained sigh, filled with regret, among other things, "Safe to say, I've definitely had my fill." Sarah couldn't stand to see him like this, in such discomfort. So, naturally, she urged him to help himself, as a faithful assistant should. She decided to do so with a lighthearted approach: "Julian, come on, just tell the guy. I'm sure he'll understand. Just say you have a 10-100." Julian looked unamused at her attempt at humor, finding it slightly insulting for her to make light of it. "If only it were that simple." he remarked, evasively, licking his lips as his right leg resumed its restless routine. "It would be if you could just get over yourself." said Sarah, "I mean, nothing's stopping you. If you need to go that bad-" He held out his palm to shush her, "Sarah, look, for the last time, I'm totally fine. Bit uncomfortable, won't deny that, but as far as I'm concerned, this is little more than a 'mind over matter' scenario. And I can't exactly employ that strategy if we carry on discussing it, now can I? So I kindly suggest you drop it. Sound fair?" "Fine, then, what should we talk about?" "Anything. Anything to pass the time." he demanded, "Just think of something...whatever springs to mind." He cringed at his own phrasing, the word 'springs' conjuring up several unwanted images such as that of a natural springs or that of springing a leak. "Err...whatever comes to mind." he corrected. "Anything? Are you sure?" she questioned, raising her brow contrarily, a cheeky grin appearing on her face, gears clearly turning in the wrong direction. "No, no, not just anything." he stammered, "Something unrelated...Wholly unrelated." "Like what?" "I don't know, just use your common sense! I shouldn't need to spell out which topics are best left avoided. I'm sure you can infer." "So...Let me guess...running water is off the table?" she teased, coyly. He furrowed his brow disapprovingly and clenched his teeth, "As cliche as it is, yes!" he affirmed, "That sort of imagery will do me no favours. Believe me." "Alright, fair enough." she smiled, warmly, "I won't torture you." As much as she liked to jokingly push his buttons from time to time, she knew to avoid crossing his boundaries. There was a certain point where enough was enough, and she could usually sense where it was. Julian appreciated that about her, for so many others simply had no concept of such a thing, and would persist beyond that point, purely to get a rise out of someone. Sarah never did that, never took things too far. Because of that, he granted her more leeway to make the odd comment or two. So long as it was within those bounds, it was harmless fun, totally excusable in his book. "And, for the record, that extends to anything remotely liquid, you got it? I don't want to hear it. That means no dripping faucets, no rushing rapids, and no babbling brooks. Have I made myself clear?" "Yep, very clear...Very, very clear." she said, "That reminds me...You know what else is clear?" "Sarah, please, have some maturity! Enough is enough. I think we can both acknowledge that that one was a bit of a stretch, anyways, so if you really must carry on with this, at least try something more original. I know you can do better...Though I would thoroughly encourage you not to. Now...give me something to discuss, I could really use a distraction right about now." "Did I ever tell you about that time I went to Niagara Falls?" she teased. Julian sighed and rolled his eyes. "Seriously, Sarah, what did I just say? What part of this don't you get? That is the absolute antithesis of a distraction. Think of something better. Give me something to talk about. Ask me a question for heaven's sake! Do what I asked!" "Fine, then...why don't you tell me more about the academy." she asked him, leaning in with intrigue, "What was it like?" "Y-you really want to know?" "Yeah, tell me all about it. I never went to boarding school. Was it like what they show in the movies?" He began describing scenes from his youth: "Bit of an odd time to ask me, but, allow me to start from the beginning...my first year there, where it all began...I remember it like it was yesterday...it was a cloudy day in mid September. I was sat in the back seat of my father's sedan. All of my luggage was stashed in the boot, nearly everything I owned. I remember it had to be at least a 2 hour drive. Non-stop, not unlike this one. He didn't want me pulling an escape act, you see. Right when I was starting to get impatient and more than a little carsick, we pulled up to the boarding school. Huge property, spanning many acres, historical brick buildings as far as the eye could see. Well, that was if you could see beyond the gates. I nearly thought I was headed to prison or some sort of labor camp. Of course, I can laugh about it now. That fence was probably only about...15 feet high. Not at all un-scalable. Not that I ever dared to try." The idle conversation had kept him occupied for a good 45 minutes or so. Sarah kept asking questions to keep him engaged, and it seemed to work wonders. It gave him something else to focus on for a bit. He told her of his time back at school, having no shortage of anecdotes to recite. Ever the narcissist, Julian loved having any excuse to talk about himself. And Sarah took it in with no false interest, to the point where she'd almost forgotten how the subject came up in the first place. Only, as he told her his stories, he did so in a tone which was hurried and laboured, punctuated by winces and shallow breaths, his legs continually shifting positions. "One time, they brought us into this...this hall, you see, for an assembly. I'd no idea what I was in for. Come to find out, the Headmaster had arranged for a speaker to come and give us a talking to about the dangers of-" However, his attention was quickly drawn back to the present as the driver made an announcement. "Fair warning, we're gonna hit a rough patch in a few minutes, we're going off road." "Oh, now that's just marvelous." Julian said with mock enthusiasm, "Just excellent. Did you hear that? A long, jarring ride over the dunes." he remarked bitterly, "Talk about adding fuel to the fire." He anxiously chewed on his fingernail, horrified at the prospect, "Just what I want is to be jostled about." "Then, I really think you'd better say something before it's too late." Sarah advised, lightly stroking his arm, "Don't you think you'd be better off?" "No. You know my reasons." he stubbornly declined, on account of maintaining his pride. "Well...You know it's only gonna get worse if you wait." she said, appealing to his logic. "I know that." he said through clenched teeth, "Don't jynx it." "Well, when's enough gonna be enough?" she questioned, eyes wide with concern and sympathy, "Eventually, you're gonna have to call it quits. Unless you really want to embarrass yourself. I mean, look at you, Julian, you have to go so bad you can barely sit still! You're literally gonna explode. This is ridiculous and you're probably gonna end up hurting yourself. I don't think it's worth it. Just think...wouldn't it feel so much better to get it over with?" "Don't go there, Sarah, don't go there. I'm warning you...do not." "Cause I bet it would! Haven't you had enough? Don't you just wanna let it all go already?" "Stop it, don't do this to me." His lip quivered upon hearing that last sentence, his eyes nearly crossing as he tightened his clasped legs, a gut reaction that seemed to answer her question in a way that words could not. His expression appeared as if he'd been sucking on a slice of lemon. Or maybe even several, all at once. Immaturely, he put his fingers in his ears and pretended to block her out. Though, it was no help. He still heard her describe things in all-too-vivid detail, making an unhelpful mockery of the situation, trying to coax him into giving in by leaving him with no choice. She didn't want him to hurt himself, much less embarrass himself at the meeting. All she meant to do was provide some encouragement and talk some sense into him, she hadn't quite anticipated just how torturous a few simple phrases would be...or that he would remain firm in his stance in spite of it all. "Just imagine it...wouldn't that feel sooooo good?" she continued. "Sarah! That's enough, that's enough. Seriously, that's enough. Cut it out! I demand you to stop, right this instant." he commanded, "Please! If you keep this up, you're gonna make me find out firsthand whether I want to or not! Please! You're making this worse! I-I don't need any guided imagery. I can visualize it quite well enough on my own. I don't need this right now." "Sorry, it's just...Do you see how this makes no sense? You don't have to do this to yourself. Really, nobody's gonna make a big deal of it, it's just...a normal thing that everyone does. They can't hold that against you. Just tell the driver. I'm sure he'll let you go." She hoped this would be the permission he needed to set aside his pride and speak up. Julian knew he was being incredibly unreasonable, but yet...it seemed just as absurd to turn such an embarrassing personal matter into a fully-blown production. A coordinated maneuver would have to take place, which meant that everyone involved would have to be informed of it, as per the protocol, and everything would have to be put on pause. All for something as trivial as urinating: which, at the moment, did not seem very trivial at all. Really, it was the opposite of trivial. It dominated his thoughts, seeming to take precedence over the upcoming summit with his colleague. It was his top priority to get it sorted, shortly upon arriving, through any means possible, even if it meant sacrificing a bit of his professionalism. But Sarah wasn't going to let him have it his way: "Here, let me show you how simple it is. I'll ask the guy, I'll act like it's for me and you can just...step aside somewhere and do your thing. No one will even notice." Julian considered it for a second. It certainly wasn't the worst idea. And it would put an end to his agony, so...it had that going for it. "Fine, ask him, just not on my behalf. Don't throw me under the bus." "I won't, I promise." "Now, hurry up and say something, will you?" "I will, hold on." Sarah raised her hand to grab the drivers attention, "Excuse me?" "Yeah?" he said, taking off his headset, "What's up?" "Hey...could we maybe...make a pit stop?" she asked, proving just how simple it could really be. "Sorry, but, no can do. The conditions won't allow for it. We've got to keep it movin'. On the bright side, it ain't much farther. Only about a half hour or so, we made good time. Hopefully that won't be an issue." The driver raised a knowing brow at the distressed passenger, in the rearview mirror. He wasn't stupid, nor was he blind. "Oh...that's okay, I guess. Thanks anyway." said Sarah. "10-4." The driver put his headset back over his ears. Julian's face fell, the colour draining from it. "So much for that." he said, "That solved a grand total of nothing." "Hey, you can't say I didn't try." She put her hand on his knee, "Sorry it didn't help." "Don't be sorry. Not your fault." he said, through clenched teeth. Somehow, knowing he had no chance at getting relief made his need seem much more urgent. Not only that, but traversing the rough terrain with all its bumps and divots definitely did not help to keep it at bay. "These bumps are going to be the death of me." Julian remarked, acknowledging the harsh irony that was conspiring to make him miserable as he braced himself for another jolt. "I know, not much longer." The least she could do was try to comfort him. She truly felt sorry for him now. This wasn't his choice anymore. "Pretty soon, pretty soon." she said. He pouted pessimistically: "Not soon enough, believe me. I'll be cutting it very close. By the skin of my teeth." "Just try not to think about it for now. We're almost there." she said. Willpower wearing thin, he decided another distraction could be of some aid, and turned to face the window, despite there being nothing of interest for miles on end. The dry landscape outside seemed to provide a refreshing contrast from his waterlogged state. His attention was quickly turned back, however, by the sound of Sarah taking a drink. His eyes turned sharp, giving her a silent warning all their own. "I thought I told you already not to shake that up! You know that won't do me any good!" "It might if you hear me out. I thought of something. As soon as I'm all done with this, you're welcome to use it if you want." she suggested, as a last ditch effort to accommodate him. "What do you mean, use it?" he said, skeptically, narrowing his eyes. Sarah sighed, "You know what I mean! What else would you do with it?" Julian scowled in disgust at the idea, appalled she would even bring it up in the first place, not that it hadn't crossed his mind already to some extent. "If you're suggesting what I think you're suggesting-" "I'm assuming that's a no?" "A hard no." he emphasized, "I won't do it. Why on Earth would I even consider such a thing?" "Well, if you gotta go, you gotta go." she justified, "And...obviously you do, so...I'm just saying it wouldn't bother me." Sure enough, he even had a answer to that: "Sarah, in spite of what you may believe, I have standards. Standards of what is and isn't acceptable. And needless to say, a plastic bottle will not suffice." "Even this one?" she raised an eyebrow as she held it up to showcase its volume, "It's a good size." "Yes, even this one." he scoffed with a sigh of frustration. "If that won't work for you, then I don't know what will!" she said, her eyes widening with shock. "I didn't mean it literally!" he clarified, "Of course it would...physically suffice. Should, anyhow..." Mentally, he measured it up, "Oh, what am I saying, why am I humouring you with this? It's still a hard pass! No matter how...tempting it sounds, alright? I'm not going to stoop that low. I didn't come all this way to utterly humiliate myself. If I can't do it in a proper location, I'm not doing it at all." "Well, it's there just in case. I promise I won't judge you for it. I'll close my eyes, turn my head, cover my ears, whatever. You gotta do what you gotta do." she said. "Regardless of the...level of necessity, I'm against it." he added, "Purely on principle. I-I couldn't. And don't even get me started on the logistics!" "What logistics?" "The technical aspect. Moving vehicle...narrow target...I'll leave it to your imagination. Not the best idea." "Yeah, you're right. Didn't think of that." Sarah sunk into her seat, so much for trying to help. Only, suddenly, Julian changed his mind, "On second thought...give me the bottle." he spat out, urgently, holding out his hand. "Seriously?" "Yes, now give it here!" he demanded. "Hold on, let me screw the cap off." "I'll do it, just give it to me, will you?!?" He snatched it roughly out of her hand, "Yeesh." "Geez, I hope this makes you less cranky." "Is it any wonder I'm irritated? Just let me get this over with." And just as he began to situate the jug where it needed to be, the driver raised his brow at him in the mirror. Julian gave a sheepish grin, nearly caught in the act. Luckily, he hadn't yet exposed himself, but it was still clear how he was intending to utilize the bottle. More than a little embarrassed, he backed out on the prospect, "Ah, you know what? Forget it. I-I can't do this in the car. This is inexcusable. Take it back." "Just five more minutes." the driver pointed out, as a sort of condolence, "It's right up the road here." "5 more minutes." Julian repeated, rubbing both hands together in anticipation, "Brilliant." "Okay folks, we're pulling up to the property." the driver said, over the chatter from the radio. "Oh, thank god!" Julian sighed, reaching for the door handle as the words slowly registered and the building came into view, seeming much like an oasis in the middle of the desert. It was a large terra cotta structure set in the middle of the dunes, with palm trees and a fence surrounding it, and by some miracle of landscaping: tall trimmed hedges, which he had to admit seemed rather inviting at the moment for all the wrong purposes, and bright green grass, its color achieved through irrigation and the ample usage of sprinklers which just so happened to be on full blast, much to his current distaste, rivaled only by the decorative fountain which sat squarely in front of the entryway. Conveniently, or not so conveniently, the driver pulled over beside it. "Y'all are free to go." he stepped out of the vehicle and went to convene with the rest of his posse, gawking for a moment at the distressed passenger. "Come on, let's get you inside before you burst." Sarah whispered, placing an encouraging hand on his shoulder, as she slid toward the door. "Then, we had better make haste, then, hadn't we?" he panted, through clenched teeth, bracing himself as his feet hit the pavement. "Hold on, I just gotta thank these guys first. It'll only take two seconds. You can stay here, I'll say something on your behalf." "Well, be sure to make it quick! I certainly haven't got all day." Standing up hadn't done him many favors, in fact it was quite a disservice. He immediately doubled over and locked his knees. But that didn't seem to do the trick to stave off the effects of the shift in weight. He took a moment to collect himself while he assumed nobody was looking, engaging in a less than dignified display of unbridled urgency, as Sarah waved goodbye to the officers. It was a sequence he hadn't done since a young age, bobbing up and down with his hands clasped over his front. If anyone had seen it, he would have looked more than a little foolish. As such, he cut it out at once, as soon as he got enough of a grip. He gave a stiff wave himself, off into the distance, so as to appease the group, along with a blatantly forced smile. As Sarah tried to speed along the idle chitchat, Julian contemplated excusing himself to the other side of the vehicle, whilst no-one was paying much attention, and giving one of the back tires a good washing, but he didn't think he could go through with it without being caught. It wouldn't have exactly been subtle, by any means. So he gave up on that, and tried to put the idea out of his mind. After all, why should he take an opportunity he'd already had available to him the entire time? It would've made his postponing all the more counter intuitive and would make it all in vain. Soon, they started making their way up the driveway. Sarah held his hand in support as they crossed the lawn. "How are you feeling?" "How's it look like?" he sneered, "How do you think I'm feeling?" "I take it not well?" "Not well? I'm in agony! I'm more water-loaded than the runner up in the Kentucky Derby. I'm essentially more liquid than man at this point! It's basically up to my eyeballs!" he elaborated, unnecessarily, "So, in short, I'm not exactly in an ideal state." "Whose fault is that?" she thought. He put himself in this situation. "Geez, sorry I asked." she said. "You should be." he groaned, inhaling sharply, body held rigid and stiffly controlled, his walk resembling more of a shuffle, "And these fountains aren't exactly doing me any favours." he scoffed, suppressing the chill the sound was sending up his spine as he passed by them, their steady streams arcing out of the base in a rather reminiscent manner, bubbling as it hit the pool of water below. He really wished he hadn't looked at it. "Oh, for the love of-" At least she didn't have one of those cherub statues. That would have really rubbed it in. "They're rather provoking, to say the least." "Definitely." she agreed, sympathetically, "It's even getting to me a little, so I can just imagine what it's doing to you. Just...try to ignore it. You're almost there. Soon as we get inside, you'll be all set. Just hang in there. Think about something else." However, Julian was still fixated on the fountains: "She just has to show off, doesn't she? Make a huge, gaudy display. Tasteless, is what it is. Especially tasteless. Damn near impossible to ignore." "Look at all those plants." Sarah pointed out, partly as a pleasant distraction, knowing his interest in horticulture. "Hm?" "Look how green they are." "It really is a waste." he said, "Though, from where I'm standing, it looks like she may have missed a spot." "Where?" asked Sarah, naively missing his point, "I don't see anything." "Those 6 foot hedges, parallel to the fence. See? Right in the back." he pointed, his frantic gaze shifted side to side, "Rather dry looking, I'd say. In need of a good watering, if you catch my drift." Conveniently situated in a secluded corner of the lawn, they were more than suitable for what he had in mind. Typically, he'd never consider such a thing, but desperate times called for desperate solutions. His eyes narrowed with single-minded decisiveness, "Think I'll...go and do them the honours. Keep cover for me whilst I inundate them, will you? Be back in a jif." "Too late, she's already at the door." "Tell her I'm doing her a favour! I'll take full responsibility. Somebody has to rise to the occasion! It's basic supply and demand!" "Well, I doubt she'll appreciate it. Don't do it, Julian, it's a bad idea. You're already in hot water with her. I-I really don't think that's gonna help much." "At this point, I could give a damn!" "You won't have time. Now she's on the front steps. Look! She's looking right at us. You can't." "Aghhh damn it! Damn it all!" he cursed, seeing her standing there, "I was this close. This close to pulling it off. I-I don't even know if I can do this. This is beyond manageable. This is on a whole new level. It's absurd, comically absurd! Everything's conspiring against me to make matters even worse than they already were. If all of this keeps up the way it's going...If I hit yet another obstacle...I can almost guarantee it won't end well." Hands clasped in front of him, he nervously bounced in place a bit more. Standing still was not an option. Unless he kept moving, he would surely do something unfathomable, "I've never had that happen, Sarah. Never not made it. Especially not in front of a colleague. This is a disaster!" "Look, don't panic, we're gonna get this over with and you'll be fine, I promise. You're gonna make it." Sarah assured him, placing a hand on his shoulder, "I promise. It can't be more than ten minutes. All you gotta do is say hello. I bet it'll be super quick. Look, If I have to, I'll make an excuse for you so you can go." she offered. "You'll really do all of that?" "Why wouldn't I? That's what an assistant's for, right? Of course I'm gonna help." "Oh, you're a godsend! Really. You have no idea how badly I need this." "Honestly I couldn't tell...You've been so subtle about it." she teased. Julian rolled his eyes, not seeing this as anywhere near being considered a laughing matter. He was in dire straits, and it really wasn't appropriate to make light of his misery. "Bet you wish you did something about it sooner, while you still had the chance..." she mentioned, "You really should've listened to me." "What's done is done. It is what it is. I've learnt my lesson." he said, "Now, I have no choice other than to put on a brave face and hope for the best." Julian steeled himself over, straightening out as much as he could manage and forcing a neutral expression which looked far from natural. He couldn't conceal his urgency, it was remarkably evident to even the least observant. Though, Sarah didn't have the heart to tell him that. She could tell he was trying his best, given the circumstance. Muriel met them at the door. "Welcome, glad you made it." she said, greeting them, "How was the ride out? Was it smooth?" "No, not entirely. Matter of fact, it was a grueling affair. No fault of the drivers. Err...thanks for having that arranged." "No problem." said Muriel, "Uh...Mr. Chancellor, I can't help but notice...Are you alright?" she asked, looking him over with widened eyes, distress written plainly on his face. "You look antsy." Muriel commented in suspicion. "Sorry?" "Don't want to assume, but you seem a little anxious. That true?" "Yes, err...quite actually. Anxious to be your guest, that is. Mind giving us the grand tour?" he asked, quickly spitting the words out, truly only interested in one destination, "I'd quite like to see the inside, if it in any way compares with the garden. What is this, a 3 bed, 3 bath?" "3 bed, 4 bath." she corrected, "Had one added on a while back." "Ah, yes, quite. Mind showing me the new edition? Dying to see it." He had to give himself credit for how smoothly he slipped that into conversation. Perhaps she'd lead him there, right off the bat, without issue. "In a minute, in a minute." she interrupted, "Let's get all the pleasantries out of the way first. Then we'll get to the tour. Sound good?" "Fine by me." The pleasantries weren't going to take very long. Best get them out of the way without making a fuss. "Oh, where are my manners? I forgot to welcome you both. Let me shake you guys' hands. It's not a summit without a handshake." She reached out and shook their hands. Julian struggled to keep still throughout it, continuously shifting his weight, and pulling faces. He had to think of an explanation for why he was wincing. "You've...got quite the strong handshake for...um..." "Someone of my size?" she asked, in her nasal, high pitched voice. "You said it, not me." "Thanks, I'll take that as a compliment." she smirked, leading them inside. Muriel was just shy of 5 feet tall on a good day, but her strong personality more than made up for what she was lacking in stature. Some might even call it a complex. The interior of her home was decked out in gold and gemstones, complimenting the curved lines of the architecture. Her obnoxious voice echoed throughout the large front room, along with the rapid clicking of her high heeled shoes as she made her way towards her workstation. "Well, now that you're finally here, we can get right down to the logistics, the real nitty gritty. We're gonna cover all of the bases, right here, right now." she asserted. "Right now? Oh, you've got to be kidding me!" Julian thought, "Who does she think she is? Can't she see I'm in no mood!" Muriel put her glasses up on the bridge of her nose, the gold lanyard hanging behind her ears, "See, I have some figures here..." She started skimming through a 3 ring binder that was seemingly half her size, packed full of laminated papers, "This is the GDP from the last quarter. The figures are through the roof. Now, as for the budget..." Julian raised his finger in an attempt to interject before she got too far into her spiel, "Uh...Muriel, hold that thought. We only just got here. Why don't we save that for some other time? Right now's really not the most convenient." He bounced twice on the spot to try and convey his meaning with as much subtlety as he could manage, "It's been an awfully long drive." "Well, it's a good time for me, so that's what we're going with." said Muriel, insensitively, "I wanna get this meeting over and done with. I'm fully booked the rest of the day and this is my only window." Sarah interjected on his behalf, clearly she wasn't paying his words any mind. "Muriel...I hate to be a bother, but right now really isn't a good time. At all. Can we please do this later?" she pleaded, courteously, "Julian has something he needs to 'attend to'." His glare softened, this phrasing didn't embarrass him half as much as how he assumed she would put it. "Yes, quite. What she said. And rather urgently at that." he specified, subtly shifting his weight as he stood, breathing heavily, "Sarah can vouch for that. Right, Sarah?" Muriel looked toward her, glasses tilted down. "It's true." she shrugged, "It's...uh...getting pretty close to the deadline." "Indeed. Matter of fact, it's almost overdue. So, ideally, I'd like to go and address it immediately." he added, fidgeting a bit as he stood on his tiptoes, "If you wouldn't mind me excusing myself." Muriel didn't quite seem to get the idea, outright missing the obvious signs right in front of her face, too self absorbed to care. She had to know if it was worth postponing her negotiations. "Surely it can wait til after our discussion." "I very much doubt that." "Come on, I can condense it down to just a few points. It'll be over in a flash. What do you say?" "No can do. I'm under a lot of pressure right now, so to speak." "What's so pressing that it can't wait 5 minutes" Julian racked his brain for a way to word it subtly, in a way she would sympathize. He wasn't too keen to give mention to such a private matter. At least not bluntly. So, he thought of a metaphor. "Err...Let me put it this way...Perhaps this will clue you in to what's the matter. Okay? You listening?" "I'm listening. Go ahead. I'm sure it's a poor excuse. But go ahead." "You see, I'm dealing with what you might consider to be a surplus of 'liquid assets', if you will, of which are in dire need of 'cashing in'." he raised his eyebrow as he slowly explained, "Catch my drift??? I'd quite like to...erm...resolve that. Preferably, straightaway." "Oh. Oh, that! I see...I see...I get it now." she said, somewhat condescendingly, folding her hands, unimpressed by the pretense of his wording. "Why didn't you just say you needed to freshen up?" She would've preferred a more direct approach over the gratuitous monologue he had provided. Sarah thought it was pretty clever, but her patience was higher and her bar was set a lot lower. "Well, is that a yes? Am I excused?" he urgently continued, biting his lip as he raised his index finger, "Cause I could really use the facilities right about now!" "Fine. Go ahead, go ahead. Just make it quick, I'm on a tight schedule. I don't have all day to be waiting." "Completely understandable. Me neither." he said, through shallow breaths, "Waited long enough. Now...enough talking. Where is it?" "Hold on, hold on a minute." Muriel interrupted, reaching for the phone, "Let me page my assistant. She'll show you where to go, one second..." Julian furrowed his brow in frustration, clenching his legs together as he was forced to wait, "I'd like to show her where to go!" he thought, "Straight to hell." He was starting to think that Muriel saw his suffering as a form of entertainment. It was either that or she was simply underestimating the issue at hand, which was probably a bit more likely. Julian thought it leaned more toward the former. Why else would she have made it such a huge production, if not as a personal affront. "Look, that's really not necessary. Seriously, I can manage well enough on my own. You needn't send anyone!" he begged, "Can't I just- I'll be two seconds. Two seconds." "Shh...I'm on the phone!" "Oh, lord have mercy." he remarked, tightly clenching both fists as he exhaled, face scrunched up in laboured concentration, "Please, for love of god, make this quick." Sarah looked on with pity and concern, feeling his pain. It wasn't fair to keep him waiting like this. If he was kept much longer, she was certain he wouldn't make it in time. She could tell by the look on his face. It was taking all of his focus and energy to keep holding it all in. But, somehow he was doing it. Which said a lot about his resolve. "Uh...Camilla, can you come to the front room?" Muriel asked, over the phone, "...Oh, you're busy? Doing what?...Cleaning? Which one, off the front hall?...Well, can you drop that for a minute or two?...Just put a sign out front! I need you to...Yes, I know, I know! D'ya think you could show one of our guests to the restroom?...I dunno! Just take him to a different one...You decide, just get down here, or you'll have wind up having more cleaning to do! Alright? Bye! Sorry about that, you know how it is with the staff. You can never just ask them once." she chuckled. Sarah gave her a dirty look, making it clear how she felt about that snide comment. "Look, this is absurd." Julian reasoned, bouncing on his tiptoes impatiently, sucking air in through clenched teeth, "Incredibly, incredibly absurd! Beyond absurd! You can plainly see I'm in no state for such nonsense. Just point me to the facilities and we'll be done with it!" "Not on your own, you'll just get lost. Just wait two seconds til my assistant gets here. I don't think that's too much to ask." Julian glanced down at his watch, "Then, I hope you have an extra wet floor sign available. We'll be needing it in a minute." "Oh, quit your whining. She's on her way. Hold your horses." Truthfully, Muriel just didn't trust him to roam around her property unattended. Who knows what he could get into unsupervised? "Better start getting that sign ready." he threatened, only half bluffing, "Any second now. Any second. Last chance to accommodate me. Hope this floor is laminate." "Here she is right now...Camilla!" "Yes, Muriel?" An attractive young woman with a bronze complexion and silky black hair poked her head through the archway. "Help him, will you?" she scoffed as if it were an inconvenience, "Unless you want to dig out the mop." "Of course, Muriel." she said, gently, folding her hands, "Come on. Right this way." Sarah gave him a sympathetic look as the employee escorted him down the hall, wishing him the best of luck as he sped off. "It's good to meet you." she said, earnestly, shaking his hand with great enthusiasm, "Well, formally, anyways..." "Inopportune moment, but my pleasure. You've caught me at a bad time. I'm a bit out of sorts at the moment." By the strain in his voice, it was evident. "I hate to ask this, but...are you quite alright? You seem awfully ill at ease." "That's putting it lightly. All too lightly!" he said, annoyed, quickening his clumsy footsteps, having not an ounce of his usual grace. "What's wrong, might I ask?" "I think it's rather obvious, no? As the saying goes, my back teeth are almost entirely submerged at the moment. So, frankly, I'd appreciate if we could pick up the pace!" His face was bright red, ashamed to admit to it so bluntly to this poor, innocent girl, "Really...could you hurry it up? Took us a 6 hour drive to get down here, nonstop, coupled with ample fluids. So, I'm in great need of some relief, as you can probably imagine." That, too, was putting it lightly. Words couldn't even describe how desperate he truly felt. There likely hadn't been a word invented for it, as no one in their right mind would ever willingly get to this stage. Well, not unless they were part of a niche interest group. "Oh, goodness me! I'm sorry to hear that. That really is a while." said Camilla, "If I were you, I'd be dying to go! That being said, I really ought to get you there faster, shouldn't I? Let's go this way instead. I'm...really not supposed to allow this, but Muriel doesn't need to know. It's rather a bit closer than where she wanted me to send you. Matter of fact, it's the second door down. You can move the sign out of the way, it's not really closed. She wanted me to send you all the way down the furthest end of the house. I think that would've been rather cruel, given your state. Wouldn't make much sense, either. Anyways...go on ahead, I won't hold you up any further." She kindly directed him down the hall and clasped her hands once they reached their destination. "Here it is." she said with a compassionate smile. "Ah, at last!!!" he announced, "Salvation! Excuse me a moment, will you?" He refused to hesitate, hastily pushing past her and kicking down the "Out of Order." floor sign in the process. Typically, he obeyed signs, but as far as he was concerned, this one no longer applied, not if it stood in his way after such a long and arduous wait. As far as he was concerned, it didn't matter in the slightest. Out of Order or not, he was using it anyways. He had nothing to apologize for. Julian clicked the door shut behind him with his hip and shakily pressed the lock. Now that he was finally alone, he no longer had to maintain a veneer of composure. In that split second of engaging the lock, he set aside all sense of dignity, in favour of helplessly stepping in place with his both of his hands squeezing firmly between his legs. He leaned against the door for a second, taking a few wincing breaths as he collected himself enough to brave those last few agonizing steps. Relief was so remarkably close, right within his periphery. He could see it. The glistening white porcelain was no more than 3 feet away from him, beckoning like the beacon of hope it was, the much-anticipated solution to his urgent predicament. It was just a matter of getting to it, which sounded a lot easier in theory than it did in practice. His bladder wasn't having any of it. Hastily, it wanted to release right then and there, right where he stood, having taken the sight of the toilet as a welcome invitation. It gave a hard spasm, sending a shiver straight through the rest of his body, signalling he had to act fast. With sheer willpower and determination, he shut the urge down, clenching every muscle in his body as he took a deep breath in and willed himself forward those final steps, shuffling quickly across the tile. Now his feet were planted firmly in position, his eyes set straight on the target, but one more thing still stood in his way from winning the battle: He still had to undo his zip. With both hands practically glued to that area, that would not prove to be the simplest of tasks. He'd have to strategize this one. Could he afford to loosen his grip for a second? Would he be able to pull off such a risky maneuver? He supposed he really didn't have any other choice. He removed his hands and practically yanked the thing down, frantically stepping from foot to foot as he pulled himself out, fingers shaking throughout the process, steadying his aim just in the nick of time before a powerful torrent emerged. He gasped in astonishment at the sheer intensity of it, for nothing could have prepared him for such a relentless flow to spring forth so suddenly, let alone at such extreme force. It was unbelievable, seeming to defy the very laws of nature, but it validated his plight nonetheless and made it all worthwhile. He closed his eyes as the relief took hold, 6 hours worth of tension gradually draining away, replaced by a sense of pleasure and satisfaction. It was so pleasurable, in fact, he couldn't refrain from making a sound. "Ahhhhh yes..." He gave a very blatant and victorious sigh of relief, not taking into account he was within earshot of his colleague's assistant. If taken out of context, it would've almost sounded explicit. "Ohhh that's good..." he said to himself. And indeed it was. His eyes were practically rolling back in his head, that's just how good it was. He'd been awaiting it so long. He deserved this. It was a reward for his persistence and steadfastness. He'd made it, he'd actually made it, in spite of all odds. He'd made it by the narrowest of narrow margins. He'd succeeded, once again, when the world was actively working against his favour. The same as he'd done when climbing the career ladder. He'd suffered tremendously along the way, but was ultimately awarded precisely what was owed to him. And it was nothing less than a triumph. The ultimate triumph: over himself, the one obstacle that usually stood in the way of his success. In some small way, he'd proven his competence, even when he thought he was doomed to fail. He enjoyed every second of his reward, savouring in the sweet, sweet relief, down to the last drop. It felt incredible. Absolutely incredible! Magnificent, even. Glorious! Unabashedly exquisite, in every sense of the word, and embodying every single synonym in his sizeable lexicon, of which there were many. He let out one final sigh, staring in a daze up at the ceiling, as his forceful stream finally dwindled. Mentally, he mused about how long it had gone on for. Surely, he'd had to have broken some sort of record. Well, at least a personal record, anyway. How on Earth had he managed to hold this much? It was a commendable feat if ever there was one, even for someone with a bladder his size. He couldn't help but congratulate himself as he tucked himself away and did up his zipper. Julian strode over to the sink to wash his hands, humming an idle tune to himself. Glancing in the mirror, he paused for a moment in self-reverie and reflection, feeling a deep sense of pride and satisfaction course through his veins. He felt like a new man, blessed with a brand new zeal. It was the closest he had ever come to feeling completely content and at ease. His body just felt so indescribly light, still buzzing both with remnants of relief and the intoxication of sweet success. Only, much like any other moment of contentment, it was fleeting. A sobering thought crept its way into his mind and left him with a slightly more sour taste: the thought of just how horribly embarassing this whole ordeal had been. Actually, it hadn't crept in at all, it practically hit him in the face. Julian pinched his brow and cringed, replaying the day's events. True, it could've gone worse...A hell of a lot worse, as a matter of fact, and it very nearly did. But he still couldn't shake that feeling of shame from having been seen in such a compromised state. How did he let it get to that? What was he thinking? In hindsight, he could've easily prevented it if he hadn't been so stubborn and full of hubris. Sarah had been right from the start, and if he had just listened to her to begin with, he would've been spared the embarassment. He couldn't blame her for saying "I told you so." But, seeming as though he'd narrowly avoided what would've been an absolute disaster, he now had the right to say the same. If this didn't prove the extent of his self discipline, then nothing would. Surely, she'd have to respect that. Nevertheless, he fully expected her to tease him mercilessly over this and reference it continuously. All in the name of good fun, of course, she'd never mean to do it maliciously, but...Julian still found it distasteful and insulting. If she truly knew better, she wouldn't mention it at all and simply pretend it never happened. She'd forget all about the moment of weakness she'd witnessed and go right back to respecting him in all of his greatness. Or...so he hoped. Sarah wasn't going to let this one go, not without getting her fair share of entertainment from it. Later that night, after conducting all of the negotiations that the summit involved, he and his assistant were shown to their guest quarters for the night. Somehow, as they sat talking, the topic turned back to the day's events. "Ah, I'm exhausted." Julian complained, leaning back into the couch with his hands behind his head, "What a day." He hoped that being vague would serve to avoid the discussion entirely, if he gave it just a passing mention, a brief acknowledgement, perhaps that would be the end of the matter. "I'll tell you, the drive over really took it out of me. God, that was unbearable. Really not looking forward to making the trip back. Who'd've thought it'd take so long, eh?" "Yeah, I see what you mean. I'm pretty wiped out myself." said Sarah, with a yawn, "That was kinda boring, wasn't it? Nothing to look at for miles on end..." "Hm." Julian affirmed, "It was agonizing." "I bet." she said, with a knowing smirk. "Felt like ages." he added, "To say the least." Sarah laughed a little. "I'm sure it did. I bet it was ten times worse for you than it was for me, though." Julian saw right through her attempts to direct the conversation where she wanted it to go. He wasn't going to indulge her in that. Instead, he'd play dumb and deflect it until she got the idea that he wasn't keen to mention it. "How do you mean?" he said. "You know what I mean..." she teased, "I warned you that would happen but you just didn't listen. Was I right or was I wrong?" "Fine. I'll admit it, you were right on that. Perhaps I'd've been better off had I heeded some of your wisdom. That really was foolish of me, wasn't it? Yet again I got in over my head. Typical, really. Sorry you had to witness that. That was...truly embarrassing." "It's okay, don't even worry about it. It's all over now. On top of that, everything turned out fine." she consoled him, "And there's no reason to be embarrassed. It happens to everyone." "Well, either way, just promise me we will never speak of it again. Capiche?" "Sure..." she nodded, "Starting tomorrow. Then it's a deal." "No deal. Uh-uh. Not happening. I won't have it, and that's final." "Why not? It's not a big deal! What's the issue?" "Quite frankly, I don't want you teasing me about it all night." he scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "I just want you to lighten up, is all, learn to laugh at yourself a little." she folded her hands in front of her and swayed to the side, "I think it would do you some good." Her eyes were warm and sympathetic, full of good intention. "Some other time." he dismissed, "How's that?" "I guess that's fine." She leaned in and affectionately kissed him on the cheek, "Just so you know, I thought the whole thing was kind of cute." "Err...I'm not sure how to respond to that..." he said, awkwardly, "But, to each their own, I suppose. Whatever sets your boat afloat." "I didn't mean that in a weird way." she clarified, "I just can't get over that little dance you did when we got out of the car." His face turned bright red, "What dance?!?" "Oh you know, a full blown Irish jig." she teased, doing her best imitation. "I-I don't recall having done that. Never in my life." he stammered in embarrassment. Nobody was supposed to have seen that! "For the record, it was really well choreographed." she said, "I gotta compliment you on it. How did you do that thing with your legs?" Suddenly there was a knock at the door, probably a staff person with their luggage. Julian sighed as he got up to answer it. "Perfect timing." he thought, "Get me out of this conversation." ... So, yeah, I hope you guys liked my first attempt at posting fiction. If you want to see more of this, feel free to let me know. It took a lot for me to post this, as I have never shared any of my work before. And while I admit it may not be everyone's cup of tea, I found it very entertaining to work on this and hope it was just as entertaining to read. There's a lack of character focused, dialogue-centric stories on this site, and I'm hoping to help fill in that gap, a little at a time. Please feel free to give me any feedback or suggestions if you have any.
  12. For example, if you were with your partner where you were desperate, about to lose control, and in a situation where it was appropriate to not be seen (such as riding in a car), would you rather try to hold it in yourself or have your partner help by using their hands to relieve pressure or try to stop it from coming out? Either theoretical situations or actual situations as examples.
  13. View File SL-491 While driving a desperate woman to her destination a taxi driver decides to take the long way/ make a bunch of unnecessary stops along the way to make her hold it for as long as possible before finally dropping her off so she can run over to the bathroom and just barley make it. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 11/13/2021 Category JAV Collections  
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    While driving a desperate woman to her destination a taxi driver decides to take the long way/ make a bunch of unnecessary stops along the way to make her hold it for as long as possible before finally dropping her off so she can run over to the bathroom and just barley make it. Enjoy
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  15. Hello everyone. This is my first attempt at writing fiction on this site. This is a tale of extreme desperation involving a girl in cosplay. It is inspired by @Jailor Eckman's piece on his Hoard Images pack called “On the Way” and I give credit to him for the character. Seeing how frantic she looked in that terrible situation she was in and how much she drank actually inspired me to request an additional photo of her in a far worse situation where it looked like she was in serious pain. You can see the image that Jailor made in Request #010. From there it gave me some ideas as to how the rest of her story went and it is all culminated in this fiction that I’ve written here. I’ve taken into mind of the health consequences of what this girl in this piece can face and I have included descriptions of such consequences to try to keep it realistic, though I guess it won’t be entirely. I ran into some writers block towards the end of the piece which admittedly did delay the release of this fiction for a couple more months, but I eventually got over them. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the fiction. Peace out and let me know what you think of it. NOTE: There is a mention of Bailey as a teenager in junior high school suffering desperation and some vivid descriptions of sexual encounters that Bailey would imagine in this story and there is nudity involved in this piece as well as some strong language. View this at your own discretion. It was a bright morning in Springfield Oregon and Bailey Porter was excited about the anime convention in Seattle that her anime club successfully raised funds for. She had dyed her hair red the night before and prepared her red seifuku outfit. It was to be a six hour drive to Seattle so she had no intention to waste any time sleeping in as the convention was to open at 3:30PM and her best friend, Selina wanted her to be there for 3:00PM. With the alarm clock going off, she gets out of her bed in her naked form quickly discovering that she has a strong urge to pee, likely a result of needing to go since 9:30PM last night and going to bed without relieving her bladder. Her toilet had been broken for two days and her landlord said that he would show up in four days as his office is currently busy. It was not a big deal to her, she was going to go to a rest stop on the way and have her morning pee and during those two days, she would stop at either a friend’s place or go to a coffee shop to use the bathroom. She put on her seifuku outfit which perfectly fit her small petite figure, put on her glasses which suited her cute face and ate her breakfast which consisted of bacon and eggs and orange juice. A thought crossed her mind “Why am I drinking when I already have a full bladder?” she pondered this question for some time, but decided to drink the rest. “Whatever.” she thought, she knew that she was going to stop at a gas station or rest stop on the way to the convention. Her cell phone started ringing, she grabbed it off her coffee table to see who it was. Sure enough, it was her friend Selina calling her. She swiped to answer. “Hey Selina.” her friend’s voice answers: “Hey Bailey, how are you this morning?” Bailey felt a slight twinge from her bladder and crossed her legs. “Other than the fact that I still have to pee, I’m alright. I’m just waking up from my bed rest and having some breakfast.” Selina was heard laughing on the other end. “Oh T.M.I Bailey. Nah, just joking, its okay. I’ve had a pretty strong urge to take a tinkle myself when I woke up. How bad is it?” Bailey crossed and uncrossed her legs, trying not to think about it. “It’s really bad but I can still wait. I’ve had to piss since last night and my landlord still hasn’t fixed the damned toilet yet. I slept with a bladder full of piss and it kind of screwed with my sleep.” Selina’s tone on the other end got serious very quickly. “Now Bailey you better listen to me, as soon as you get on the freeway, look for a service station and relieve yourself. Do not hold it, you don’t want a UTI and a bladder infection like I did and I know you have a habit of doing that. Plus, you’ve had one already.” It was true, even though Bailey does have a weak bladder and very often she has had very urgent urges, she does have a habit of trying to hold it in even when she was bursting and that has led to some very close calls and she has peed herself in ninth grade when she was fourteen because of this. She definitely hasn’t forgotten about the god-awful urinary tract infection that she had and that certainly made her constantly worry about being near a toilet so she didn’t suffer from UTIs and bladder infections. Bailey replies “Selina, I totally get you. I am going to stop at one and take a piss. I’ve been holding it for almost ten hours, there’s no way I’m going to hold it for an additional six. I planned out my route on Google Maps, so I should be there for that exact time.” Selina seemed assured at the other end. “Thank you, Bailey. You know it would hurt me to see you like that again returning to our school from our museum trip back in junior high, you know back in ninth grade.” Bailey definitely did remember that being the worst she had to pee, and she did not want that to happen again. “It won’t happen again.” Bailey said “I’ll see you at 3:30.” She hung up the phone, put her dirty dishes in her dishwasher and then she got out the door. The air outside was cold as was expected when the weather began to cool down during this time of year. It irritated her bladder and she winced and shivered. She quickly got into her sedan and started her drive. The air was almost just as cold inside her vehicle as the temperature outside, but she figured she could get used to it. Bailey eventually merged onto Interstate Five. The time was 8:30am, she had been holding it for eleven hours. This thought made her shiver in her car seat. She noticed that it was starting to get a little cloudy. The traffic on the highway was moving fast and steady. While she was driving, she was thinking about her friend’s costume. Selina wanted to keep it a surprise, but she couldn’t help but picture her in different outfits, even having some naughty thoughts about her wearing something scantily clad. Just then, she felt a twinge in her bladder reminding her to empty her morning pee and the urine from last night and the orange juice was starting to stream into it. It was becoming more annoying to deal with. Just up ahead was a service station. She merged into the lane that would take her there and she arrived there at 8:45am. She went inside and walked up to the clerk. “Excuse me miss, do you know where I can find the bathrooms?” Bailey asked, subtly squeezing her thighs. The clerk looked at her with a look of remorse for her situation. “I’m very sorry, there is a problem with the plumbing in the building and the washrooms are closed.” Bailey couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Is she going to have to hold it for the entire trip? She seemed to be at disbelief but didn’t think it was a big deal. She has held her urine for very long periods of time before and she was young healthy eighteen year old girl who turned eighteen about a month ago. It’s not like she has had her pelvic muscles torn away by pregnancy. Though she did have a weak bladder and whenever she has to go, it always made her feel so uncomfortable and it always became urgent very quickly. She can always lie to Selina and tell her that she relieved herself, even though that wouldn’t be true. Bailey felt dehydrated and felt tempted to get a large drink. “Okay, do you mind if I get the extra-large sixty eight ounce peach tea?” The clerk took her money and handed it her, although she was puzzled considering Bailey asked for a bathroom. The clerk took Bailey’s money and then gave her the drink. “Here you go, don’t drink it all at once now.” The clerk said with concern, Bailey didn’t seem to be listening to her, in fact she thought that the clerk shouldn’t be stepping out of her place and concern herself in someone else’s affairs. Bailey left and got back into her vehicle. Bailey looked at her drink with such intoxication in her eyes. She couldn’t believe the size of it. This was slightly bigger than one of those big gulps at 7-Eleven. The tea inside it looked so delicious. She wondered how nice it tasted. Without thinking about the consequences, she began to quickly gulp down that ridiculous sized drink. She was just sucking in the peach tea like a vacuum until it becomes empty. She did not have time to find a garbage to toss it out so she placed it in one of her cup holders. She could feel her bladder reacting to the liquid coming down her body and she briefly stuck her hand in her crotch. The morning pee urge was getting really bad, though she didn’t think it is going to get any worse. She couldn’t afford to stop at so many service stations to look for a toilet. Even though she had been holding it since feeling the urge last night, she just had to suck it up and hold it for the whole six hour drive regardless of what Selina says if they are to make it to the convention in time. Bailey has a weak bladder and she is sick of having it, if she held it in while she was sleeping then she can make do with liquid still inside her for another six hours. That will really strengthen her bladder control and keep her pelvic floor strong. She started her car and drove off. It was 9:30am and Bailey was making significant progress towards her destination. Though she could see that the clouds in the sky looked really nasty. It looked like it was going to rain and sure enough it started to. The water temptations outside of her car and the cold air inside it didn’t help matters as her bladder continued to spasm and ache. She did remember seeing a guy pee next to a tree when she was camping with her friends last summer, she was always envious of guys because it was definitely a lot easier to urinate when you have a penis. She wondered how she could pee standing next to a tree even though she has a vagina. She imagined taking off her jeans and pulling the crotch of her panties to the side, exposing her vagina lifting her leg and peeing full force on the tree and moaning in relief. She would have done that had she been on the verge of going in her pants on the campground but she didn’t want to embarrass herself at the same time. Immediately after that thought she felt a bladder spasm that felt stronger than before. Why is her need becoming so much worse? She squeezed her thighs together and shook them as the rain turned into a downpour. The pressure in her bladder was growing and she began to realize that that massive peach tea that she drank was going to end up in her bladder along with her morning pee that she should have pissed out when she woke up, not to mention her piss from last night was still sitting in her bladder as well as her orange juice. Her mind flew into worry but she relaxed herself. She should find a service station soon with a functioning bathroom and she could still hold it until then. She glanced at her clock on the dashboard and saw that it was 10:45am, thirteen hours and fifteen minutes without peeing. The traffic was still moving fast, she wasn’t worried too much. Fifteen minutes later and the traffic started to slow down into traffic delays. What is going on? She is not seeing any construction signs up ahead and she was confused. She turned on her radio and discovered that there was a horrific car accident up ahead that closed major sections of the highway and was causing delays. The movement of the cars was incredibly slow. It isn’t just needing to pee that’s worrying her, she was worried she would be late to the anime convention. That six hours might turn into eight hours at this rate. Bailey’s need to pee was increasing freakingly fast and she began to look worried, she didn’t think she could hold it for six hours let alone eight but she had no choice in the matter and Selina was just going to have to accept it plus she didn’t want to have to stop at a bathroom so often because of a weak bladder. She simply had no time to look for one, no matter how painful it would become, the liquid was going to have to stay inside her. At 12:00PM, Bailey became completely desperate. She would feel a spasm almost every thirty seconds and it would remind her that she needs to go to the bathroom soon. She cannot simply forget about the pressure anymore and shrug it off as an annoyance. It was constantly prodding her at this point. This was the kind of bladder pressure that when she is working or studying, she would stop whatever she is doing and find a toilet right away only she is stuck in a vehicle on a six to eight hour drive to Seattle and she had to use the short time she had to get there, so she had to simply hold it. She tried to take her mind off her bladder and focus on the road ahead, but the traffic was barely moving and her kidneys aren’t even nearly done processing the loads of caffeine that she drank. She can feel the peach tea, her morning pee, her orange juice and the urine from last night swishing and sloshing around inside her which was making her wince and all she can do is cross her legs and squeeze her thighs together as she had to have both hands on the wheel. At 12:30PM she was absolutely bursting! It was becoming impossible for Bailey to think of anything else and the freezing downpour outside was making things so much worse. Her bladder felt rock hard and it was starting to feel tight around the waistband of her skirt. She needed to go so bad, her body was literally sweating to keep it in. It was becoming intolerable and now she was starting to worry about the growing pressure inside her more than being late to the anime convention. The empty sixty eight ounce cup looked tempting to her, but she was a proper lady and not five years old and she had more dignity than that. As she reasoned to herself before, however painful this may become, she was going to have to hold it. Instinctually she took her right hand and shoved it against the crotch of her skirt, her eyes began to water and she clenches her teeth looking worryingly at the traffic delays ahead. She has been holding her urine for fifteen hours now and she was worried if things were going to get much worse. At the rate the pressure is going up, she was going to have a total toilet related emergency on her hands and she was starting to regret drinking that massive peach tea. An hour and a half later at 2:00PM, Bailey was starting to panic and she was in heavy pain. She was about to explode and get her convention outfit and car upholstery all drenched. The waistband of her skirt was pressing into her bladder and she was constantly opening and closing her legs. Her body was sweating profusely and she could feel the urine about to burst out. Her bladder even began to expand and push back against her waistband which is causing the bladder pressure to reach unbearable levels. She noticed that she started feeling horny as well and was having sexual thoughts about the guy she wanted to date and she started feeling wet, even briefly thinking about how good his penis would feel inside her vagina. She wondered what sex would be like while she is bursting for a pee, how it would intensify her pleasure of having his cock thrust in and out of her. It was obvious that her bladder was pushing against her g-spot. She felt a strong spasm and that brought her back to her reality, she was about to burst! She was about to burst in her cold car and it is pouring outside. She placed both of her hands on the crotch of her skirt, looking worryingly at the traffic delay and the rain on the highway. This was so similar to her situation back when she was fourteen years old, coming back from her trip to the museum and peeing herself as soon as she got to her home’s doors. A downpour and thunder storm outside and her face was all red and sweating and so embarrassed in front of her peers. No matter how much she begged teachers to pull over to a gas station, no matter how many tears she cried, she had to hold it for the entire two hour trip back, slowing leaking during the trip. The school was closed and she had to take the city bus home, waddling home afterwards and she peed herself outside of her parents’ home. She remembered that being the worst she ever had to pee in her life and now she was on that level again where she was worried about peeing all over her seifuku outfit and all over her car seat. “Oh my god. I’m going to explode.” Bailey moaned “Why can’t this traffic go any fucking faster?” The accident must be cleared up, isn’t it? How bad is this accident? It turns out that there was a severe car pileup which resulted in fiery crashes and multiple fatalities. She was lucky that this did not happen to her, but her situation isn’t so grand being stuck in a car for eight hours with a bladder that was about to burst. She would not allow this to happen to her. She will pee in a proper toilet like a decent and polite lady and not her empty sixty eight ounce cup. Bailey’s anxiety was spiking up and she started taking deep breaths, deeply breathing in and out and sighing in desperation on top of it while her legs and her bum began to gyrate. Her entire lower body eventually began to gyrate on top of that as she struggles with the pressure in her lower abdomen and her sighs turned into moans and groans. If she was wearing jeans, she could undo her button to relieve the pressure a bit but she didn’t even have that. That was not an option for her skirt, it is just going to continue to push into her lower abdomen and worsen her urge and she was so afraid of being impolite that she would not take off her skirt to relieve the pressure. She’ll just need to suffer for a while longer. The downpour continued and the traffic hasn’t gone any faster. In fact, it has gone slower for poor Bailey and her bladder pressure only continued to increase and increase and increase. Bailey was in even more psychological distress and her moans and groans have gotten louder in volume. It is an absolute emergency now and it is starting to hurt; her urethra felt like it was stinging and she could also feel the pressure in her vagina. She was constantly trying not to think of toilets and water temptations. Her eyes spelled horror and pain and it began to blush red. It was no longer just prodding her; the searing bladder pressure was always there inside her body sitting and expanding and it was never ending torture for Bailey. Her bladder no longer felt rock hard, it felt like a boulder is sitting inside her with steamy boiling water inside it. “Why is this happening to me?! Why did I drink that horrible peach tea? Oh god.” She thought. The traffic was slowed to the point where the traffic stopped moving. “Oh god, help me please.” She moved her other hand off the steering wheel and started to move it toward her crotch when she felt that something was off. She felt a large mass on her lower abdomen and she looked down and realized in horror what that large mass was. This was her painfully overfilling bladder. She looked five to six months pregnant. Her bladder was so distended and overstretched it looked like it was popping out of her lower belly as if she was actually carrying a child inside her. This really caused her to start losing her mind. She looked over at the clock and realized that it was 2:45PM, over seventeen hours without a pee and having to pee so much her bladder was stretched to the point where the skin on her lower belly was popping out. This was horrid, absolutely horrid! This urge is a lot worse than needing to piss on the bus from her trip to the Museum when she was in junior high. This was unlike any other urge she has ever felt before. She has never had to pee this bad in her entire life, she never thought it was possible to have her bladder this full. She needs to get to a service station right now before she pisses all over her car interior. The rain kept on coming down which tortured her and the traffic has barely moved an inch. She turns on the radio and hears a broadcast saying that all drivers need to remain in their cars as there is flooding on the highway. Afraid to look, but curious anyway, she looked out of her window and noticed that the highway was flooded with rainwater all the way up to the wheels of her car. She was practically driving in a river with rain that continued to come down like a bathtub faucet. Suddenly, she gasps as she feels a giant wave of urgency and she immediately holds up her skirt and places it against her bulge with one hand and shoves the other in her panties with her fingers going inside her vaginal canal. “Okay! Okay!” Bailey said out loud in a panic. “You are about to explode. Don’t think of water. Don’t think of water. Don’t think of water.” Bailey repeatedly said to herself until she is tempted by the water surrounding her car outside, visualizing herself as if she is driving a boat in a storm. Then imagining herself hitting a tidal wave which sets her boat upside down with her falling into the sea. “Don’t think of water… water... I’m thinking of water! I’m thinking of water!! I’m thinking of water!!!” As she said that a third time, tears begin falling from her eyes and she starts to sob. She kept thinking of a different image but still saw herself sinking into the sea with no hope of ascending, about to drown. “Oh god, is this really all my pee!?” She panicked and sobbed as she saw the ocean water turn yellow, turning into urine. She could no longer see the surface nor the ocean floor or any of her surroundings, instead she could only see walls closing in on her, further compressing her air until she wakes from her trance, feels a giant urgency wave worse than before and she felt a gush of pee spray onto her fingers and onto her panties. She just leaked her pee! She immediately starts screaming in a pained and panicked fury and places her fingers deeper into her vaginal canal. The front of her panties became saturated and her car upholstery and the back of her skirt was wet with her urine. It took all of her effort to stop it but felt even more pain as her panties and car seat were wet. The only audible sound that filled the car at this point was her screaming and crying in such distress. She couldn’t even do a thing to calm herself down. All she could think about was her horrid need to piss. She looked at her empty sixty eight ounce cup and cursed that sweet tea. That horrible, horrible sweet tea did this to her, making her feel like a boulder full of boiling urine is inside her abdomen and about to piss herself in her car just as she did when she was in junior high coming back home from the museum trip. She considered using the cup as relief but decided against it out of pride, wanting to piss like a proper lady should on a toilet, refusing to give in to the agonizing pressure inside her. Just then she notices a call from Selina. She continued to scream and cry in her car until she takes more deep breaths. If she asks, should she tell her the pain she is going through or lie? Hopefully she does not ask that. She swipes to answer, trying to hide the pain in her voice and trying not to cry as she struggles with the searing pressure and bladder contractions. “Sup Selina?” Selina immediately answers “Hey Bailey, are you still heading over to the convention?” “Yes I am.” Bailey felt another painful wave and covered her mouth for a second, then continued “Sorry, the traffic is kind of slow. The highway is flooded and there is some kind of accident again, am I late?” Selina notices something was off and was worried “You sound kind of nervous and fidgety, are you alright?” Bailey was worried that Selina found out what she was battling but quickly came up with a lie to deflect the concern “I’m alright, it’s just nerves that’s it. Sitting in a car for a long time can make me anxious.” Selina seemed to believe the lie. “That’s fine. They’ll go away.” The lie clearly worked. “Listen, I know this is going to sound disappointing and it will be a bitch to do this, but the event is being rescheduled because of the bad weather. Springfield and Seattle are declaring states of emergency because of flooding and property damage, this is the worst rainfall we got in a long time. We both need to return home now.” Even though Bailey was disappointed, she knew Selina was right. Still trying hard to hide the agony in her voice she says “That sucks but you’re right, the highway is completely flooded and I don’t want to be caught in the flooding.” Bailey shuddered when she said flooding, she continued “I guess we just spent an entire day on the freeway. Anyway, do you want to come over tomorrow morning?” Selina was delighted with this invitation “Oh, absolutely. We can spend the weekend watching movies and playing video games, considering the state of emergency is going to last until Sunday evening.” Bailey was horrified when she heard this, was she going to have to hold it for two whole days? That was impossible, what was she going to do? This was far too painful, she needed a toilet before she pisses herself or suffer damage to her body; she didn’t know which was worse in her panicked state. She held back a moan by covering her mouth with her left hand that was drenched in piss, she could smell the urine as the scent went up her nostrils, and the smell wasn’t strong considering that the drink hydrated her so much. “Bailey, are you there?” She quickly uncovered her mouth and replied “Yeah, sure. It’s just disappointing that we can’t go out and do things because of this. Will the lack of a functioning toilet be a deal breaker to you?” It certainly caused Bailey some frustration of not having a working toilet. “I can just pee in my own plastic cup or outside on the grass, it’s alright.” Selina giggled. “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow then.” Bailey replied then hung up. Then she began to realize what she just did. “Is Selina going to see me like this?” she pondered “No I won’t let that be possible, I’ll find a place with a working toilet.” She saw an exit from the freeway up ahead, she went up the ramp onto the main street and then took the freeway back to Springfield Oregon. For most of her trip home, Bailey constantly wiggled and sobbed in her car constantly thinking about how she has to pee so unbelievably bad but has to hold it in for the rest of the day, horrified with the prospect that no establishment was open so she could release her scalding waters into a toilet bowl for the next two days. Her bladder pulsed painfully inside her, she cursed this day for causing her so much pain and suffering, and she cursed the sweet tea for putting her in this terrible state. That clerk warned her to not drink that sweet tea all in one go, she should have listened. Bailey instead ignored the clerk and now she has put herself in an absolutely horrible state such as this. She kept leaking on the way which made things worse. Even when she leaked, it gave her absolutely no relief from her torment, in fact the leaks worsened it. She was drenched in sweat, her grey panties were completely drenched in urine, her thighs glistened with her own pee and her bum and her vagina were completely coated and submerged in the urine puddle on her car seat. The only scent she could smell was the incredibly pungent smell of her own urine, it continued to go up her nostrils which not only grossed her out but reminded her that she needs to get to a toilet ASAP! She continued to sob and moan and she would continue to scream in panic and searing pain while being tortured by her own hellish environment, the flooded roads, the rain, the thoughts of water and toilets that she can’t stop thinking about and the slow traffic, the puddle of piss she was sitting in which submerged her ass and her pussy and the strong smell of her little accident in her car, all of it made it feel like the boulder in her lower abdomen is only getting bigger and the contents inside it getting more and more scalding. She even tried to give up and pee herself, but nothing would come out, she would just leak and leak and leak, never giving her any relief from the terrible pressure. It took her eight more hours to return to Springfield. The time was now 10:30PM. Bailey desperately looked for any gas stations or establishments that were open so she can relieve her horribly distended bladder, but they were all closed due to the state of emergency on her city. She has held her pee for twenty five hours, an entire day of pain, and an entire day of sitting in her car with a bladder that was horribly beyond exploding and she never got to go to the anime convention because of the weather. She pulled into her parking lot and she got at least some relief. She can finally move around. Her bum that is soaked with her piss is very sore from sitting all day, her abdomen is absolutely distended with her bladder sticking out and she has not had a piss in an entire day and her toilet is still broken and she cannot find any establishment that was open and had a working toilet. She took her empty sixty eight ounce cup, walked out of her car, locked it and waddled to her apartment while putting a hand on her bladder still suffering tremendous pain. Trying not to scream, she walked in and with all her strength, she immediately sprinted to the bathroom. Her toilet had still not been fixed. “This day is just awful, AWFUL! And now I need to sleep with a full bladder again, with all this piss inside me?!” She sobbed again, but eventually she did compose herself. She took off her shoes and socks, her skirt and her top and her bra and she looked at her panties. She had been leaking the whole trip home and they were completely soaked and smelled very strongly of urine. Disgusted, she took off her panties and threw them into the washing machine. Bailey then looked at her naked self in the mirror. She looked sexy, but the only thing that isn’t making her look sexy is this god awful ball of piss sticking out of her abdomen. She again put her hand on her massively distended bladder and felt that it was as hard as a bowling ball. Her skin did not give way no matter how hard she pushed it. Anybody can mistake her for being pregnant. This was terrible, this needed to come out of her body, but she can’t do that in her empty cup or go squat in the bathtub or on the grass, she had more dignity than that so she decided she was going to have to suffer more. Thinking of all she has gone through, Bailey looked at her vagina and her ass in the mirror. They were the parts of her body that were drenched the most in her urine. She spent hours sitting in it as it glistened her thighs and submerged both her butt and her pussy. She remembered that she needed to clean her car. Bailey quickly put her bra, her top, and her tie socks shoes and although the back of her skirt was wet from her accident, she put that on too. She didn’t bother putting panties on as she didn’t want to wet another pair and she was grossed out with the idea of wearing her already drenched ones. She got baking soda and made a soap solution and obtained a rag and went out the door. The heavy rain coming down on her was even worse than sitting in her car with the rain tormenting her. It felt so cold, the contents in her bladder no longer felt scalding. Instead, it was starting to feel like a ball of freezer burnt ice that was painfully sticking out of her. Then a thought crossed her mind, she was in the street and it was dark out and nobody could see her, she can discreetly pee in the street if she wanted to. Even when she is suffering this amount of pain, she kept holding it in as she believed a decent lady doesn’t urinate in the street. She opened her car door and bent downwards, holding back a moan as bending downwards squashed her bladder. She took her cleaning solution and put it on the rag, then she tried her hardest to scrub off the large urine stain that was apparent on her car upholstery. The rain was so cold on her body that she shivered and her bladder hurt even more, feeling like a frozen lake inside her lower stomach and the skin around her distended stomach feeling numb from the cold rain. Bailey groaned and moaned trying not to freak out. It absolutely hurts. To add to her torment, the cold water on the ground went right up to her calves as the parking lot became flooded. Again the thought crossed her mind that she should just piss in the rainwater, but again wanted to maintain decency but she was curious whether she could relieve herself here and now. With her pussy exposed, her ass hanging out and her legs spread, she relaxed and tried to let out a stream. Ten seconds pass and nothing came out. Was her bladder locked up from holding so long or was she just nervous to piss outside? She didn’t want anybody to see her in that position and she was going to behave like a polite young pregnant woman, only she wasn’t pregnant, her bladder was so overstretched that it felt like it was occupying much of her stomach which made her look that way. Her lower stomach began to feel like a giant freezer burnt ice cube, the cold was getting too much for her condition. She starting to rush the cleaning job. Eventually she finished cleaning the stain off her car seat, shut her door and then waddled painfully back to her apartment. Immediately after coming back inside, she was consumed with thirst. She knew it was not a good idea to drink anything else for the sake of her bladder or her kidneys but she hasn’t drunk anything else ever since that sweet tea and she needed to hydrate herself. Screw it she thought. She took her empty sixty eight ounce cup, went to her osmosis tap in the kitchen and sensibly filled it halfway with water so she doesn’t put too much additional strain on her organ. Bailey was a bit of a masochist for doing this to herself, but she had to take care of her other needs and her bladder was going to have to hold more. She would hold it no matter how painful it got until she can pee like a proper lady as she reasoned many times to herself on this particular predicament she was in. She drank out of her cup to her hearts content then felt her bladder painfully protest as her body began to process the loads of water she is putting into her body. She rubbed her swollen bladder in an attempt to calm it while she looks very uncomfortable. She rubbed her bulge as if she was actually carrying a child hoping to lessen pregnancy contractions. Due to her pride and caring about being a proper young lady, Bailey decided that she was going to have to sleep with all this piss inside her small petite and naked body. She took off her wet clothes and left them on the floor, not caring to put them away. To calm her nerves, she took a sleeping pill, turned off the lights in her apartment and went to bed at 11:00PM. Before she passed out in sleep, she had been feeling horny all day. She stuck her fingers inside her vagina again and massaged her clitoris. The masturbation felt more intense, she knew that she gets horny with a full bladder and the worse the pressure got the hornier she became. She wondered what sex was like with a bladder this full, maybe it would be very painful with his cock accidentally pressing on her absolutely exploding and distended bladder when he thrusts it in and out of her vaginal canal, but a girl can imagine. She eventually got tired, stopped massaging herself and went to sleep. Though it was hard to as she always felt the searing, once icy now scalding pressure inside her lower abdomen. She was surprised how much was actually inside her bladder, all sixty eight ounces of fluid in there and there was more to process into her overloaded organ in her tiny body. She tossed and turned all night, trying to ignore what’s inside her body, though she can still feel the horrid pressure inside her abdomen and she would quietly sigh and moan in her half-asleep state. The loads of water she drank was definitely having an effect on her and it will be even more so in the morning. She had drunk thirty four ounces of water which she was unaware that the water was also going to stream into her bladder on top of the over sixty eight ounces of urine already inside her. She was having very horrific aquatic dreams, showing her fall into the sea from a ship hit by the tidal wave and her falling into an icy lake. Then the dreams switched over to something else. She saw herself as a teenager again, rushing home face all red slowly pissing herself, but then she got to the door and let it all out. While she was unaware, urine started to dribble out of her bare vagina and onto the bed. Then the dribble turned into a stream and the stream into a gush. She unconsciously squeezed her thighs together and the gush stopped. Her vagina, her ass, her thighs, her legs and her bed was now completely drenched in piss. Her dreams also took a sexual turn, she dreamt that a man was having intense vaginal sex with her while she was beyond exploding to pee with her bladder sticking out. The vaginal lubrication leaked on the bed forming a small patch mixed with pussy juice and piss. As the hours passed, although half-asleep, Bailey was not conscious of the fact that her abdomen is noticeably getting much bigger as more and more water is pumped into her already terribly distended bladder. It was 6:30am in the morning, the weekend has just begun and Bailey has been thirty three hours without a pee. Her eyes opened and it seemed like the pain was gone, though she and her bed did feel drenched. She noticed that her naked body was covered in sweat and urine. This was her own. Why was this? Bailey looked under her covers and saw that she not only wet the bed in her sleep, but her abdomen looked bigger as if she was eight to nine months pregnant and the bulge protruded up to her ribcage. Bailey gasped, feeling anxious and horrified and immediately she felt her lower body feel like its ripping itself apart and she covered her mouth, went underneath her pillow and screamed in such agonizing pain. It felt that if she got up, her bladder would literally rupture and burst inside her. She could have made due with the pain from yesterday, but this was truly beyond unbearable. Seriously she could not stand it! Her bladder felt like an anvil that was falling towards the ground at high speed. She could feel massive pressure in her pisshole which caused her to gasp again and all the now scalding volcanic hot piss was moving towards her urethra. It felt like a volcano that was ready to erupt. She could feel her bladder press painfully against her pubic bone and her g-spot and even breathing would add to the already agonizing and horrible pressure inside her. She could also feel massive pain in her kidneys and her back and her sides, they were starting to have trouble processing liquids. She couldn’t even scream or cry anymore or even breathe, she couldn’t even moan, she could only gasp and wheeze because if she did anything else, she would feel a stabbing pain in her lower abdomen. The pain from her pelvic floor and her bladder was excruciating and the pain from her pubic bone hurts much worse when she touches it. Her spine ached and hurt so much and even her vagina ached excruciatingly from the pressure. Breathing also added much pressure to her bladder so she had trouble doing so, she felt so faint that it felt like she was going to pass out from both the lack of oxygen and the tremendous pain inside her tiny eighteen year old body. Bailey weakly grabbed her glasses from the table next to the bed putting them on and looking at what’s happening to her body. She was shocked at what she did to herself. “My god, I can’t take this. I can’t stand it!” Bailey faintly wheezed “How did I do this to myself?” Then she remembered, the piss from two nights ago is still inside her, the piss from yesterday morning is still inside her, the orange juice is still inside her, the sweet tea and now the water all inside her massively overstretched bladder. It seems that she never learned from her mistake. Her eyes were watering and tears started falling down. The pain is so beyond excruciating that many thoughts crossed her mind “Am I going to get a bladder infection? Is my pee going to start backing into my kidneys and making me sick?” On top of that, Bailey couldn’t stop thinking about water or toilets. “God I need to take a fucking piss and get all this piss out of me before I put myself in the hospital.” She whispered out loud but felt a huge stabbing pain in her bladder and lower abdomen, she gasped in pain but that made the pain intensify. Speaking or even whispering added to the pressure in her overfilled organ. Her body was being ravaged by a series of spasms and bladder contractions and urine continued to dribble out of her pisshole and making her inner and outer labia more drenched in her own pee, it was doing everything it can to force it out of her body but she has held it in for so long that only little leaks would come out. This torture she is doing to herself is Hell. This was making her feel sick, she began to get worried about doing some serious damage to her kidneys, but still held on to the belief that she needed to use a toilet like a proper lady and still refuses to urinate in her empty 68oz cup. She had to call Selina for help, but Selina wouldn’t be awake at this time in the morning plus she sleeps in. It was still dark out and the downpour and the thunder continued to torture her mind from her empty window as she continues to think about water and peeing into a toilet. She could not think of anything else, she constantly thought of water temptations and she cradled her distended bladder while she was attempting to clench her teeth, they only chattered. She laid on her bed for hours, moving her legs inward and outward and moving them up and down squirming in her bed and sweating like a faucet while she cradled her lower abdomen. Then it reached 9:30am, thirty six hours holding her urine. The pain reached a point where she could not take it anymore, she thought she was damaging her body doing this, she needed to get her piss out, now! Bailey got out of her bed in her naked and wet state but felt a really sharp pain in her abdomen which made her feel nauseous, her face looked so pale and she looked like she was in a state of absolute distress. She covered her mouth with her hands to stop the loud wheezing so her neighbors wouldn’t hear. She waddled to her broken toilet. Despite the fact that the flushing mechanism was still broken, she sat on it rubbed her bladder bulge and tried to relax. Nothing would come out. Was she suffering from retention? “My goodness, I have to go to urgent care! I need a catheter!” Bailey started crying heavily in the bathroom sitting on the toilet while all of the sudden, she heard her cell phone ringing. She got off the toilet and walked over to her cell phone on the coffee table. There was no hiding anything from Selina anymore, she was going to know from the stress in her voice and her crying, and she just couldn’t stop it. Bailey swiped to answer and immediately answered “Selina is that you?” Selina laughed out loud “Of course it’s me silly, didn’t you add me to your contacts list?” Just then Selina noticed Bailey’s gasps, wheezing and tears on the other end “Hey, what’s the matter? You don’t sound too good.” Bailey decided that she was going to tell Selina the truth, she couldn’t hide anything anymore. “Selina. I need help. I have to pee so badly! I can’t hold it!” Bailey started crying heavily on the phone to Selina in which Selina responds with disbelief “Well what are you doing talking to me about it?! You’re not a kid, you’re an adult. Just piss in your broken toilet or get a cup and don’t freak out like this.” Bailey felt a strong stabbing pain in her abdomen again and gasped “I can’t get it out! I’ve been holding it for a day and a half! Thirty six hours! You get me? I’ve been holding my piss for thirty six hours! I wasn’t able to find a place with a working toilet and the traffic was absolutely congested and now my bladder is sticking out! I’m in so much pain!” Bailey wheezed louder this time as her speaking added more pressure in her lower belly. Selina was horrified and angered at hearing this “Oh my god Bailey! Why didn’t you just piss in a cup or on the road?!” Bailey felt embarrassed by her friend’s angry tone but at least she was telling her friend the truth. “I don’t do that! I’m a lady and I need a toilet!” Selina got fed up with what she was hearing “That’s it! I said I’ll be coming over there to hang out with you, but I am going to come over there, hold my badly needed piss for a minute and force yours to come out.” She hung up the phone. For the next fifteen minutes, Bailey sat on a bar stool her legs an inch from her bladder her feet also on top of the stool. She was trying her best to relax and stop crying. It hurt so bad, the pain was becoming too much for her to bear and she wasn’t sure if her kidneys were in a healthy state anymore. She moved her fingers through her urine drenched labia back into her vagina. She couldn’t bear being in this state, but minus the pain in her back and her kidneys, she imagined being penetrated by a guy’s monster cock while she is in this horrible condition. She tried to imagine the effect on her massively distended bladder while having his penis deep inside her love canal and thrusting hard. No she thought, her bladder would probably rupture and her pubic bone would hurt even more. Oh how she needed help, she never thought it was possible to have to piss this bad that your stomach is protruding out of your body and your kidneys are hurting and you feel anxious and sick and about to pass out. This was a hell of a lot worse than coming back from that trip to the museum when she was in junior high. She could not find comfort on this stool, she carefully got up from the stool and walked over to the sofa so she could put on some TV. It pulled up The Shallows, a scene played where Blake Lively was swimming and wading through Jellyfish underwater and being chased by a shark. The setting reminded Bailey of the ocean that was sitting in her lower abdomen and she felt a sharp radiating pain move all over her stomach and she leaked and spurted on her sofa from her bare pussy. Great, she didn’t just pee on her bed but now she pissed on her sofa. She thought about calling 911 until she heard a knock at her door. Bailey carefully got up from her sofa. Making sure not to squish her own bladder, she opened her door and saw Selina. Selina had a ponytail with black hair and in her own seifuku outfit except it was blue. She has a very slim figure with B cup breasts and she stared at a naked Bailey horrified by what she was seeing in her lower stomach on her petite naked body as Bailey did a slow pee dance, looking horrified and sweating like a fire hose and gasping. “Good lord Bailey, what did you do to yourself?!” Selina yelled in anger while pointing at her bulge while briefly putting a hand over her crotch. “I’m busting for a piss myself but you? Goodness gracious, how can you put yourself through so much pain?! Why do you have to piss so much?” Bailey couldn’t even speak a long sentence “It… hu-hurts!” Selina went to the kitchen to grab a pint glass and placed it underneath Bailey’s vulva which was sopping with pee. “Seriously Bailey. Don’t worry about being a proper lady. Just pee. Get it out now!” Bailey pushed the cup away “I-I… I can’t. I’m going to ho-hold it. I need-“Just before Bailey could finish her sentence, Selina pulled Bailey angrily to her face grabbing her by her shirt. “I’m not asking you, I’m telling you! Take a piss right now and get that out of your body before you damage your kidneys!” Just then, Selina noticed the empty sixty eight ounce cup on her dresser, she noticed that there was remnants of water in it. “Holy shit, Bailey. Did you drink a soft drink out of this and then refilled it with water and drank it all out too? And you didn’t even tinkle?” Bailey nodded her head once. “I-I f-f-filled it with… water halfway. I h-h-had… sweet tea bef-before that.” This sentence caused Selina to completely lose it on Bailey, she was absolutely furious now. “You added caffeine in the mix too? What the hell is the matter with you?! Seriously, are you trying to torture yourself? For what?! Are you actually trying to get a kidney infection?! Bailey Porter, we are absolutely going in the shower enclosure right now!” Selina snapped, she felt a spurt in her g-string but she didn’t care. All she cared about was the state of her friend’s urinary health confused and infuriated that her friend has held it for a day and a half. On that note, Selina angrily dragged Bailey into her bathroom in her shower enclosure. She motioned for Bailey to stay on the shower enclosure drain and then she rushed into the kitchen to find a measuring cup. She wanted to know how much urine was inside her friend’s bladder and she was going to use the mega cup to relieve her own. She placed the gallon sized measuring cup underneath Bailey’s pussy and looked at her sternly. “Bailey, we need to get it out. Take as much time as you need, but you need to take a piss very soon.” Bailey squatted over the measuring cup and tried to relax and pee. Two minutes later and nothing came out, she only felt a sharp pain in her stomach which caused her to gasp. “It’s not working. I think I need to go to A&E.” Selina held Bailey by the shoulders “I just think you are not relaxed. You keep thinking about the pain in your body and it is only going to get worse and you’ll get tenser.” Selina put her hand on Bailey’s distended lower abdomen and rubbed it which caused Bailey to gasp in pain. Selina immediately took her hand away. “I’ll try and help you relax, if nothing happens then I’ll call an ambulance. Come sit with me on the sofa.” With that plan in motion, Bailey got up and painfully waddled with Selina to her sofa. The two girls sat on the couch watching The Shallows as well as 47 Meters Down. Selina is still holding her full bladder not wanting to torture Bailey with the sound of her relieving herself. Bailey’s bladder on the other hand was still horrifyingly overstretched and pressing against her pubic bone and she was in an absolutely horrible state physically and mentally and the watery images on her TV were making her mental state worse as well as her pain. Selina was rubbing Bailey’s back and her bladder that was sticking painfully out of her abdomen. It was filled with so much liquid Bailey thought her bladder was going to tear. “My god, this is going right up to your ribs. It looks like a giant bowling ball is inside you.” Selina said in shock and concern for her friend. Bailey was crying and she looked at her friend with her teeth chattering “It-it fe-feels li-li-like- one is inside me. I’m in so mu-mu-mu-uch p-p-p-pain. My back and my kidn-n-neys are hur-r-rting. I-I-I’m about to burst and-and damage my body! It s-s-s-so so bad that-at-at my bl-bl-bladder feeeels like it-its going t-t-t-to rupture a-a-nd it won’t come out!” Bailey continued to wheeze and writhe on her sofa. Selina can only look at Bailey in horror, it really hurt her to see her friend struggling like this, a lot more than that museum trip back in junior high. “It feels like its going to rupture?” Selina asked in surprise, and her friend nodded her head up and down. She looked at the clock and noted the time. It was 1:30am, forty hours her friend has held it in. Selina had tried to relax Bailey to no avail. “Selina, my back!” Just then Bailey noticed a very sharp and consistent pain in her back and her sides and her kidneys and winced in agony and making squealing sounds as if she is being tortured by a demon. Her lower abdomen felt like it was going to tear and her pubic bone felt like it was going to crack and her bladder literally felt like it was going to burst inside her. The pain was becoming too much for her to the point where she uttered a mix of pained moans and squeals and she felt like she was going to pass out. “It’s okay Bailey, take some deep breathes, I’ll get you to A&E.” Just as all hope is lost, a stream of urine squirted out of Bailey’s sopping pussy onto her sofa. “I think it’s starting to come out.” Bailey said in shock. Selina then grabbed Bailey and took her into the shower enclosure along with the measuring cup and the sixty eight ounce cup. Bailey squatted over the measuring cup and Selina held onto Bailey. “Now Bailey, do what you did before.” Her friend started tearing up “I can’t believe I’m doing this, this hurts so much but I need a proper-“ Selina became furious again with where Bailey’s words are going. “NO MORE EXCUSES!” Just then Selina wrapped her arms around Bailey’s severely distended bladder and squished it. The pain was blinding and absolutely horrible, Bailey gasped very loudly. Finally, all the liquid that Bailey’s bladder contained for forty hours straight comes out in a giant gush. It wasn’t just a gush, it was a literal spray as if it’s a shower head spraying urine coming right from her vagina and the pee looked as clear as water. This was not yet relief, this was still blinding and torturous for her to feel. The spray felt so painful, perhaps even more so than keeping the loads of piss inside her. Selina herself began relieving her bladder by pissing into the empty sixty eight ounce mega cup. Bailey’s face turned red from the pain and she was screaming and crying in her shower enclosure. “Selina, please stop!” Her friend however isn’t having any of it “Are you kidding? Look at that measuring cup!” They both saw that the searing liquid has filled the cup past one quart and Bailey wasn’t even done pissing out what she has battled with since that trip to the anime convention. “How could you have done this to yourself?” Selina growled in anger as she finishes her pee. Bailey on the other hand was still pissing hard into the measuring cup. Her bladder isn’t as distended as it was before, it was decreasing in mass as more and more piss came out. Selina was horrified by what she was seeing. The liquid was filling the measuring cup past two quarts now with no sign of stopping. It took a total of three minutes for Bailey’s bladder to completely empty. Her stomach bulge was gone and she sighed, finally relieved of the pain inside her tiny petite body. Her pelvic floor however was seriously strained and hurting and her kidneys still burned, but not as bad as before. “Oh my god Bailey, look at that.” Both she and Selina looked at the measuring cup. It went past three point two quarts. “The bladder usually can hold under five hundred milliliters before it gets really urgent above that. You pissed out a little over three litres, you were just one away from a gallon. Your bladder could have ruptured and you could also have suffered serious kidney damage. How could you have put yourself through this torture? Are you out of your mind?” Bailey did not know how to respond. “I just wanted a proper toilet.” Selina growled again at her friend “Well consider what could have happened to you! You weren’t helping your situation by holding in that what must have felt like a giant stone inside your body. If everything in your body hurts like that, you need to let it out. I don’t care if you would do it in your panties or one of your sexy g-strings or whatever, I don’t EVER want to see you go through that again!” Bailey then kneeled on the ground looking right at the measuring cup she pissed in and saw how full the gallon measuring cup is. Embarrassed, Bailey started crying, the smell of her own piss filling her nostrils. Selina then realized how harsh she was with her words, she kneeled down to Bailey and moved the measuring cup. “Come on, you don’t need to be smelling your own piss.” Bailey took the measuring cup back and kept it close to her. “I’m already covered in my own sweat and pee, the smell of my own pee reminds me of what I went through. Oh god, my pubic bone is hurting still.” She held on to her left side of her pubic bone and had one hand underneath her vagina wincing in pain. “It’s okay Bailey. We’ll get you to a doctor to check you out. I also think we should check out your bladder and your kidneys too just to make absolute sure they are okay. You’re not going to go through this by yourself.” Bailey looks up to Selina and smiles. “Thank you Selina.” The two girls hug and then Bailey went to sit down on her sofa that was soaked with her urine and Selina went over to get her cell phone. Bailey went through some serious pain, and Selina believed that it was in her best interest to go see a doctor to get herself back to normal after such a painfully long holding of her urine inside her massive and painful bladder. Her pelvic floor was going to take time to recover from this horrific ordeal. She did not know how she got to this point, but what is done is done and she believes that this is the worst pain she has ever experienced in her life and vows never to put herself in this position or to experience this kind of bladder pressure ever again, or so she believed. This was truly a petite girl's wet plight.
  16. A commission inspired from a scene in one of my older Wanko to Kurasou themed fanfiction writings! Thanks to @Biku again for taking on the commission, they did a wonderful job with it!
  17. So, today after work, me and my bf decided to go out for a quick bite in McDonald's after getting our weekly food shop. I had several tea's before coming out and the que for McDonald's was long. I was really desperate and the pressure in my bladder was starting to hurt but I was still stuck in the car in a long que at the drive thru. About 10 minutes later just before we could pay, I leaked a little bit and made a small wet spot in my tight ripped jeans. Just as we got to the car in front of us paying at the window, I totally lost it and couldn't hold it back any further and started losing in the seat! I panicked a little as there was no way I could stop it, so I just gave in and let it all out right there in the seat and emptied my bladder! I thought theres no point in stopping so I might as well just finish letting out the rest of my pee lol. I'm not sure if the girl serving us noticed as it was a little dark, but it was very noticeable and there was a big puddle in my seat! I guess I better clean the car tomorrow This is the first genuine accident I've had for a few months now and omg it was such a thrill! I sat there and ate my food in the car in my totally soaked jeans, then we drive home and I had to walk about 10 minutes down the road to my house un noticeably wet jeans. It was a little chilly in wet jeans outdoors today too I was planning to make a video later and I just couldn't hold it! Sometimes an unplanned accident can be sooo much fun though! Kinda made me feel like a naughty girl sitting there in wet pants eating my fries though...
  18. Link: https://jade-net-home.com/products/126034?m= This is the second episode of DLSL-342 In-car panic collective defecation mixed with diuretics! It would be great if anyone has it and can uploaded to share this great video to the community. Thanksssss
  19. So today’s been a fairly busy and hot day outside. I’ve been drinking quite a bit of water to stay hydrated along with my usual iced tea. Normal amount of bathroom trips and such. But I guess I drank too much too quickly. My usual outfit is a business casual skirt or dress and a fancy blouse with flats or heels. Really just anything professional looking. When I went to lunch, I noticed I had to pee. Not too bad but definitely needed to go. This happens to me quite often and I can usually just wait until I get back. Well, as I pulled into the McDonald’s drive thru, my bladder was more directly reminding me how full it was. The line moved quickly and I pulled to my usual spot to eat lunch. About halfway thru, I was starting to fidget my legs and constantly readjusting my seating for comfort. I finished eating and still had about 20 minutes left of my hour lunch. My bladder was screaming for relief but I really didn’t want to go back yet so I decided to wait. Well after about 5 minutes I realized I couldn’t. I had to go NOW or risk an accident. I made a split second decision to pull down to the overflow lot where we park all the trades. I’ve never peed in public like this but I figured today was my day whether I liked it or not. I pulled up to the end of the line, undid my seatbelt, hopped out of the car and hiked my dress up and my panties down. I wasn’t even squatted down all the way when it started to gush out. I must’ve peed for a good minute before my flow stopped. I gathered myself back up and slowly looked around for witnesses. There were none. I can’t believe I did that still! I’ve never felt so relieved and so naughty at the same time. p.s. I couldn’t find anything to wipe myself with so I’m sure a few dribbles went into my panties.
  20. Today I was drving a long way back from being with my family. It was quite a stressful day for me - I had managed to get lost while driving to a coffee shop where I was meeting them earlier, and after two coffees I was ready to drive home. It was only an hour and a half drive but it was raining heavily and I had to wait for 20 mins before starting to charge my phone battery. I was conscious of my need to pee whille driving, and because I was going back home a different way and there was lots of stop start traffic, I had to concentrate really hard. It was raining heavily, with constant water noises that didn't help, but I knew I only had to hold it long enough to get home and my sat nav counted down the miles so I mentally prepared for it. I was expecting on arriving home to grab my key from my pocket, dash in and take a pee. But when I got home the key wasn't in my pocket. I tried not to panic, but while clutching my crotch I went to the back of my car and searched the boot for the key. I opened my suitcase and methodically went through everything in my suitcase, every single pocket of my trousers, shorts, jackets and coats. No sign of the key. I panicked and felt a squirt of pee in my pants. It was also raining (lightly) and I was starting to get wet in more ways than one. I searched the glove box and main compartments of my car, but decided I couldn't hold any longer. I couldn't bend to thoroughly search under the seats and I could barely focus as I was about to wet myself. I was wearing white trousers also and knew I couldn't wet in these, especially as I would need to get my spare key off the neighbour! Fortunately my front garden is not very well kept and there is a large section of bushes out front, and my drive bends round so it is possible to hide behind the bushes and be invisible from the road (unless anyone walks up the drive). Frantically I hid in that corner and peed into a pile of leaves, in the corner of the driveway, and the rain was coming down fast enough now to wash it away. I was able to concentrate enough after that to get my door key back from my neighbour (which was another long story as she was away and had to ring another neighbour who had her spare key). So the second neighbour retrieved my spare key from the first neighbours house and I was able to get inside!
  21. Thinking of doing a car wetting later. Anyone interested in video and/or pics?
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