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  1. From the album: Fantasy Desperation

    In another planet, in a corporate dystopia, poor work drone Hans couldn't pay for his weekly subscription to unlock his permanent plug. It will be a long week for him, completely unable to get relief
  2. Hi, its been a while but here is the start of my next story. Been working on it for months but haven't found the time or motivation to write it, so im sort of forcing my hand by posting the first part to get the ball rolling whether I feel ready or not haha. Story does / will include scenes of a sexual nature and some bladder filling through catheters later on down the line. Although I dont tend to go into graphic depictions of it. The Company Retreat. Chapter 1: Complications Breathing heavily Demi continued to run, each footfall sending shockwaves through her aching body as she gasped for breath. Starting in her heel they reverberated up her long slender legs, past her toned backside and into her core. It was there that Demi could feel it, the sensation she had been waiting for all week as part of her routine. The throbbing, tingling inside her abdomen from a bladder full to capacity. She didn’t exactly know when she had first noticed the thrill and sense of sexual excitement that it brought, but now in her late twenties she had become an expert in prolonging and maximising it. Although, given living with a flatmate that she also worked with, it had been hard to find time to enjoy it lately. But with her friend gone for the next few days she had the entire weekend to herself and was starting it out as she meant to go on. The drinks she had downed this morning and the contents of the empty water bottle in her left hand now being heavily restricted by the tight gym clothes she was wearing, the lycra navy shorts a size to small technically but doing exactly the job she wanted them to do. The fire between her legs burning much brighter than the ache from her other muscles and overriding all complaints from her bladder. But approaching the housing estate she lived on, she couldn’t help sigh a little in relief. For the last mile she had been worrying she had overdone it in her eagerness. The extra drinks compared to when she usually did this, increasing the desperation she was feeling to a level where if she had started 20 minutes later she would have worried about being caught short. In reality she knew she could last longer, her muscles well trained after years of playing sport and holding at each and every opportunity that came her way. But the possibility of wetting herself was all part of the fantasy swirling around her lustful and horny mind. It had been months since she had been able to enjoy it more openly, having to sneak in a hold here and there but they were never the same. Her morning run one example, but with Jessie her flatmate joining her, she limited herself to stop any outwards displays. Although, she still got the occasional comments from her friend about how much she was drinking. Crossing the street she checked once again to see if her bottle was empty, it was just like it had been 10 minutes, 5, 2 and 30 seconds ago when she had gone to drink from it. Her eagerness not driven by thirst but longing to load up on more liquids. There was no reason to hide it today. She would make it home nice and hydrated, continue to drink and then see if she could make it through lunch. There was a new eat in Sushi restaurant in town with large windows on three sides, it seemed to always be at capacity. Something she also wanted to be when she went there later, Although, given the light pulses coming from her bladder each time her foot met the concrete, she might have to tone down the large litre bottle she had set out for her on return. After all it was the desperation and fullness she was into, she had no real wish to pee herself in public, the humiliation and shame were real and worrying consequences to her. Although, she would have been lying if the all too real consequences didn’t heighten the other more pleasurable feelings. However, as she rounded the corner of her street she saw something strange, her housemates car was parked outside. It had been gone this morning, the company trip setting off at 7am and it was almost 8 now. Unable to sleep in excitement she had even heard Jessie leave before she got up. Arriving at her house and testing the door handle she found it open and stepping inside she could hear rustling coming from her room. “Jessie?” She called out, the door to her room opening and a slightly stressed woman standing there. Deep tan lines coming out of her strapless crop top that covered a rather ample set of breasts, the half Colombians body the envy of many women who wanted the sumptuous and wide hipped shape that she had. Although few knew how hard her friend had to work to maintain it. “I thought you were…” Demi started before being cut off. “Where have you been, you need to grab that bag I packed for you and we need to go. Jonathan had to back out of the trip because his Nan died or cat died or something, so you get to come. “ Jessie said pointing to a bag in the corner. “Is he ok?” Demi asked, pressing her legs together for a moment “Yeah im sure he is fine.” Jessie added dismissively cramming a coat into the already filled bag. “O…ok, well I will just go and change.” Demi started. “There is no time. We are already late, why didn’t you answer your phone!” Jessie continued, waving her hands around dramatically. Opening her small running belt Demi found the dozen hydration tables she had forgotten about and her phone, which switching it on revealed 9 missed calls and several messages from Jessie. Her attention all aimed inwards and causing her to miss the gentle vibrations from her phone. “Sorry” Demi smiled sheepishly. “Yeah well, let go, now!” Jessie replied, grabbing Demi by the hand and pulling her out of the house without another word. Getting in Jessie’s car Demi felt her bladder throb, but pulling the seatbelt across she reminded herself that this is what she wanted. Besides, it was just a 15 minute drive to the airport and for an international flight she would have plenty of time to pee before boarding. Although part of her wondered what take-off would feel like with a bladder full to the brim, the sudden acceleration compressing it down inside her. But as the car turned on she shook that mental image to the back of her mind, she had read one too many stories of people wetting themselves when the seat belt light doesn't turn off to actually want to try it, no matter how hot she found those she had read. Trying to distract herself she started checking through her bag packed by Jessie and was happy to see her friend had managed to get everything she could possibly need. The brunette always being the more organised of the two so it made sense she would know what to bring, even when she was in a slight panic. “I put that bottle of water you left out in too in case you need a drink” Jessie said as the pulled onto the main road. “Thanks” Demi smiled, not wanting to raise any questions she picked up the bottle and took a large swig from it. Carefully screwing the top back she placed it back in the bag. Although, given it was a flight she would have to get rid of it before going through security. The voice in the bag of her head telling her to just chug it now and enjoy it, but thankfully on this case her better judgement won out. Leaning back she crossed her legs tightly, allowing herself to focus on the feeling in her bladder. The urgency she had felt was much lesser now, making her realise it was mostly all in her head anyway. The dull ache of her full bladder still causing her some discomfort, but it was the fact her weeks plan had been completely ruined that was upsetting her most. She knew that Jessie was probably just thinking it would be good for her to be at this retreat, it would let them get to know a few of the others she worked with. Despite having worked at the company for years together she never really had gotten to know any of them other than Jessie. It would also look good for any promotions she would go for in the future. She had been in this position for almost 6 years now, many people had come and gone but she had just been stuck there, some of the others referring to her as a “lifer”. Demi could think of worse things to do than marketing, but at the same time if she ever wanted to own a house she would need a better paying job. “Right come on, they are waiting for us” Jessie said, hurriedly parking the car a few minutes later. Looking out of the window they were not at the airport but at work. What made it worse was the mini-bus parked across from them, their boss standing with her arms folded and a glare on her face that clearly showed she wasn’t happy with them. “I thought you said Demi would be good to go, you have been more than an hour.” Their boss started at Jessie, her cold and unnerving gaze enough to stop a charging bull. “Im sorry, there were some complications.” Jessie said, trying to be diplomatic, heaving a bag into the back of the minibus. “Well, I don’t care. We have a booked room this evening at the lodge that we need to get to on time. I wont have our business wasting money booking things, only for people like you two, to make us miss the appointments. Now lets go!” Loading her bag and getting on the bus Demi grabbed a seat by the window, re-crossing her legs and placing a hand between them. It would be fine, she told herself. She had already been planning on holding it for another couple of hours, aiming to make it through lunch. She had held it plenty of times in past and hadn’t really had an accident in years. Most of her "accidents" usually just her peeing herself in the brief moments of secrecy and timed between Jessie appearing or not. Thinking about it, it wasnt since she was at uni that she had actually wet herself properly, the really memorable time was when she had found herself bursting to after holding it from Friday morning all through her lectures and even a night out with pint after pint of cider. But getting back to halls she had kept holding it on her bed, by 1am her whole body was awake with electric energy as she bounced on her heel with a hand in her pants. Alcohol lowering her inhibitions and making her tipsily push her body further and further. Only for the fire alarm to go off just at the wrong moment, her RA banging on all their doors as someone in the corridor opposite burnt their pizza. She had been forced from her bed, bladder quivering with need to stand in the cold with all her flat mates. After 17 hours it was impossible to hide her bladder bulge or desperate antic’s, many of her housemates watching on or even laughing at the predicament. It was still one of the most embarrassing, painful and erotic moments of her life. Somehow she had survived the 30 minutes wait for the security team to arrive and confirm the building was in fact not burning down. As soon as they had said it was ok to go in she had rushed in, through to her room and slammed the door shut. Her control immediately failing before she could reach her en-suite. She had stood just inside the bathroom wetting herself and furiously masturbating to 1, 2, 3, countless orgasms as pain gave way to sheer pleasure. How many times had she thought about that night over the last few years, she missed the freedom of those more carefree and explorative years. Feeling the engine turn on Demi couldn’t help but let out a little sigh, but embarrassingly it wasn’t in desperation. Despite the fact she was surrounded by her colleagues, it seemed the pleasure she had been building up inside herself was going nowhere, not helped by her reminiscing about that night. The gentle vibrations causing ripples in her bladder and goose bumps to form all over her body. Her subconscious doing its best to humiliate her as she went wide eyed, a familiar tingling starting to develop inside her. She was now stuck on a bus for who knows how long and without access to a bathroom, one of her ultimate fantasies. She would never have designed it this way, but that didn’t stop her head feeling a little lighter headed than normal. Swallowing deeply and feeling her nipples hardening against the tight fabric of her sports bra she tried to focus on something else, anything else! “Alright ladies” Her boss said standing up at the front. Thank goodness…Demi thought. “So we have to be in Bern (Switzerland) by 6pm and thanks to our tardy colleagues here.” She said indicating to them both, “we are running over an hour late. To fix this we are going to have to cut out a number of our stops on the way there. We had scheduled 5, each around 15 minutes.” She continued, pulling out a large itinerary of everything they were supposed to be doing. “But in light of the delay this morning I’m afraid we are only going to be able to make one stop.” “But what abut...comfort breaks?” Sally brought up, the small petite woman known for two things, her love of hamsters and frequent toilet breaks at the office. Even at work functions she would usually be the one asking around to see if anyone else needed to go. A strange need to socialise when peeing, or perhaps to make her fell less like she was the only one who needed too. “We are all grown women, you just have to hold it. Its only a few hours and we will stop in France.” Their boss continued before taking the drivers seat at the front. Starting to pull out of the large car park and heading off for the corporate retreat, Demi couldn't believe what she had just heard. --------------------------------------------------- Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of this new story. Then next couple of chapters are more or less written so should be out relatively soon. If you have any thoughts or comments I would love to hear them!
  3. Kara Danvers had a secret. Well, actually, she had a few. Who didn’t have secrets? Everybody had something they weren’t going to admit to - maybe they’d snuck out of the house when they were a teenager, or impulse-bought something way too expensive, or stolen one of their sister’s good shirts and never given it back. As a few totally hypothetical examples. But none of those were the big secret. Besides, Kara was pretty sure Alex already knew all of those without ever being told. A lot fewer people could say they spent their time as a caped superhero, flying around the city to blow out fires, help cats out of trees, and save civilians from dangerous aliens. In fact, there was only one other person on the planet who fit that description, and he just so happened to be Kara’s cousin. That wasn’t the big secret either. Alex knew, and so did Director Henshaw, and a handful of other agents at the DEO, and obviously Eliza and Kal, and Winn too, for good measure. Heck, her secret identity was actually less secret than a lot of the little stuff. It was related to the big one, though. When Kara had first landed on Earth, she had no idea what the light of its sun would do to her. No idea that as she soaked in the energy over the following days she would become impossibly strong, blindingly fast, able to see through walls and hear for miles and shoot lasers and breathe ice and fly. Not until a stranger wearing the symbol of her house found her and explained it to her in an alien tongue. If she had known, she probably would have guessed without needing to be told that those extraordinary powers would come with their own hardships. Her new senses were far more than her brain was accustomed to, leaving her with crushing migraines, not to mention the awkwardness of seeing people around her suddenly naked and the visceral unpleasantness of layers of flesh peeling away into invisibility. Her strength and speed, suddenly so much greater, needed to be brought under control; it took weeks before she could so much as touch her new family, terrified that a single twitch might break them to pieces. There was, though, one problem with her powers that she wouldn’t have anticipated, one for which Kal did not prepare her. So it came as a complete surprise to her when, in the morning of her fourth day with the Danverses, she suddenly felt something hot and wet spreading out down her legs. Whatever noise she’d made had drawn Alex’s attention, making her look up from her book, and then her scowl wrinkled up in disgust. “Ew, gross,” she’d said. “Did you seriously just piss yourself?” Urge incontinence, she’d learned it was called; she’d known of a similar condition on Krypton, but her pod’s linguistics packets had prioritized getting her conversant in every language over complete fluency in any one. She also learned that it was perfectly natural, and normal, and nothing at all to be ashamed of. To a teenage girl who had never previously considered that a failure of the body could be something to be ashamed of, Eliza’s reassurance merely reinforced Alex’s scorn to tell her that she definitely should be. Kal hadn’t warned her because he’d never had this problem, apparently. Eliza and Jeremiah had a number of theories as to what might have made the difference, from Kal’s more gradual sunlight absorption to Kara simply being a little bit more susceptible to it, unnoticeable under normal circumstances. Either way, it was just another thing she had to deal with that nobody else around her did; another thing marking her as weird, outsider, alien. As soon as she felt even the slightest urge to use the bathroom, the Super-sensitive nerves in her bladder would simply take over and void everything, whether she wanted to or not. Diapers, Kara had learned, were also nothing to be ashamed of. Alex and, when they inevitably found out, the other students at Midvale High School did not share Eliza’s opinion. The unofficial, understood-but-unspoken cover story was that Kara, the new girl who avoided touch and didn’t talk to people, who flinched from sounds nobody else could hear and had bags under her eyes because everything was too loud to sleep, who wore diapers so she wouldn’t wet herself, was traumatized by whatever mysterious fate had left her with neither home nor family. It was probably more than a little true, even. And while some students had the decency to not make fun of her for that, others… did not. None of that was the big secret either. It wouldn’t be much of a secret, considering the better part of the entire student body knew. The big secret was something only Kara knew; not a single other person on Earth, nor any other planet. As far as Alex knew, or Eliza, or Kal, or the Midvale High student body, Kara had gotten over her continence issues, escaping the shame of diaper-wearing by finally gaining control of her bladder. The big secret was that that was only half true. Perched on a roof’s edge on one of National City’s tallest buildings amidst the sound of the city, Kara watched the setting sun. That high up, everything felt like it was held at arm’s length; not so far away that it could reach only her super-senses, nor in the midst of all the hustle and bustle, but a liminal space in between. It was peaceful, being up that high. Relaxing. For the most part. Her hearing spanned the length and width of the city, a cacophony of mingled sounds pouring through the part of her mind that processed the senses coming from beyond her body. Most of it passed beneath her conscious attention, her focus on listening for crimes, accidents, or anything else that would benefit from her involvement. You had to learn to filter it, with senses like hers; otherwise you ended up hearing people’s secrets, embarrassing moments, sinks pouring, intimate… activities, water rushing, interpersonal drama, private conversations- “Hey, hang on, I need to head to the bathroom before we go, I’ve been holding it for like two hours.” “Yeah, no problem. You know what, I’ll go with you, I kind of have to-” The urinals in the men’s room chose that moment to flush, water splashing in the bowls and gurgling through the pipes- Kara grimaced, shaking her head a little to try and drag her focus back; her hand went to her stomach, rubbing gently to ease her discomfort. Two hours, she thought to herself. Rao, I wish. People often wondered how Kara - Kara Danvers, CatCo Employee - could handle her job. Cat Grant was a busy and demanding woman, and her demands kept her assistant just as busy - more so, in some ways, though Kara would never have said Cat had it easier. Of course, it helped to have powers to lighten the load (even if she couldn’t use them openly), but at the end of the day, there was only so much one person could do. More than a few times, she’d been asked - by coworkers, clients, guests, Ms. Grant’s condescending peers, and more - “How do you do it?”, and once or twice she’d even overheard someone wondering, “When does she even have time to go to the bathroom?” The former question, and others like it, she would simply laugh off and give a canned response - It’s not easy, but nothing important is, or something to that effect. The latter, though, she’d never answered; in part because Kara Danvers, CatCo Human wouldn’t have been able to hear it, in part because a lot of the employees were almost as afraid of her as they were of Cat due to simple proximity, but also because the answer, though simple, wasn’t something she was going to admit to: I don’t. Which wasn’t to say that she couldn’t have, of course. Ms. Grant didn’t work her so hard that she couldn’t even take breaks; that would have been illegal, if nothing else. She had time to eat lunch, to get a drink, to take a few minutes to relax. She just didn’t use that time to go to the bathroom. There would hardly have been a point. Not when, without the key-tool she left in the safety of her apartment, the thin metal tube in her urethra would remain closed, blocking so much as a single drop of urine from escaping. And so, from the moment she left her home in the morning to when she returned in the evening, she went without the slightest relief. Just as she had all through college, and for years at Midvale High before that. Normally, she would have at least used her own bathroom between arriving home from work and heading out to patrol as Supergirl. But she had gotten home hungry and prioritized eating over using the bathroom, a decision she made often and one which only occasionally backfired on her when, like today, she overheard some emergency in progress and had to rush out straight away to deal with it. All of which led to her here, on the rooftop watching the sunset, not having relieved herself since sunrise. Her bladder was certainly making itself known, but with the ease of long practice she kept it pushed to the back of her mind and continued to listen. Perhaps if nothing happened by the time the sun finished setting she’d go home and - A scream rang out halfway across the city. Never mind, then, Kara thought to herself, dropping off the building and accelerating instantly into flight, to the displeasure of her bladder. City blocks sped by in seconds and she arrived in a cramped, isolated alleyway with such force that the gunman’s clothes flapped in the wind. Behind her, the screaming continued for a second before abruptly stopping as her arrival registered. “It’s okay,” she said, calmly and clearly, projecting reassurance to the woman who had been held at gunpoint. “You’re safe now. Did he hurt you?” No answer. This wasn’t Kara’s first mugging and that wasn’t unusual; panicked victims weren’t always up to answering questions right away. What was slightly more unusual was the way the gunman barely reacted to her arrival either; she couldn’t see his face, but his body language as she pried the gun from his hand didn’t suggest fear or alarm, and he made no motion to fight or run. Kara was just starting to get the feeling that something was off when something struck her on the side of the head and exploded into a cloud of glittering white-green powder, and suddenly her powers were gone. “My hero,” the woman drawled as Kara dropped several inches to the ground, and then her knees gave out beneath her and she collapsed the rest of the way. What? she tried to ask, but her body was suddenly made of lead and not listening to her brain, so it came out as an inarticulate groan. “Huh,” said the man, nudging her with his foot. “It worked.” “As much as it cost, it damn well better have,” the woman replied. “Come on, pick her up and let’s get out of here.” “Yeah,” he said. He bent to pick up his gun, presumably put it away somewhere she couldn’t move her head to see, and then grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up with a grunt of effort. “Jesus, what’s she made of?” he complained once he had her crudely, painfully slung over a shoulder. “It’s like hoisting a sack of bricks.” The woman said something in reply, but Kara couldn’t make out what it was; the ringing in her ears was getting too loud, and the way the world was spinning and going dark didn’t help either. She managed to hold onto consciousness approximately long enough to see the woman opening the doors of a van at the end of the alley, but before they could throw her inside, she was out. It happened more than a year after Kara moved in with the Danverses. Kal had been making occasional, half-hearted suggestions that she visit his “Fortress of Solitude”, clearly uncomfortable around her but feeling obligated to maintain some presence regardless. She had refused every time, the wound too raw to poke by seeing a single remote operations outpost as the last surviving patch of Krypton in the universe, but finally she gave in - partly just to stop him suggesting it, and partly because she’d had an idea. So they flew to the Arctic, Kara still wobbly and uncertain in the air, and Kara stifled both the pain in her heart and her engineering sensibilities to keep them off her face as she saw the “Fortress”; it had been deployed improperly, crystal growth running wild with no programmed shape to constrain it, and there were no covers or casings anywhere - as if someone had torn out all the walls and plastic and metal in an Earth house, leaving circuits, wires, and pipes to bloat up like tumors. The only parts that looked remotely sensible were the likes of the central console and the Kelex drones, the things that didn’t benefit from adaptability enough to not be automatically deployed with their casing. Rao’s light, Kal just walked on the exposed crystals; only the fact that they were so overgrown saved him from seriously damaging them and probably his own feet too. Or maybe not. He was invulnerable, after all. There at the console, hovering awkwardly an inch off the floor, Kara put her plan into action. She didn’t know specifically how to make what she had in mind, but not for nothing was she a child of the Science Guild; it wasn’t difficult to create a schematic, especially considering it was really only slightly more complicated than a tube and a small standard screwdriver. She sent it to the fabricator, and then modified the system’s files to change the record of what she had made. She had a cover story already thought up, about it being a piece from the last project she and her father had been working on, a memento of her lost family. Kal didn’t ask. She regretted addressing the system in Kryptonian as they left, because that made Kal feel like he had to do the same, and the words - the language she’d spoken over his cradle, not too long ago - came out of his mouth stumbling and heavily accented. The Kelex couldn’t notice, couldn’t care that one of the last of their people could barely form the phonemes, but Kara could. Kara did. Kara fell out of the sky three times on their way back to Midvale, which felt about right for her mood. But, if nothing else, she had what she’d come for. Consciousness hurt. She didn’t so much wake up as realize she was already awake, a number of sensations registering all at once. She was lying on something soft; her body ached, down to the bones; someone was running a jackhammer in her head; and she really needed to pee. She hissed through her teeth and tried to get herself upright, wincing when opening her eyes let the light punch her directly in the brain, but quickly ran into an issue as something on her left wrist arrested the motion with a jerk. She turned to look at it, waiting for the world to resolve into something comprehensible. Was this how humans felt when they got hung over? Why did anyone drink? Her arm wouldn’t move, she realized, because there was a handcuff on it. The other end of the handcuff led to… the head of an old metal bed frame. Atop the bed frame was a mattress, and atop the mattress was Kara, so that explained the softness, at least. She gave the handcuff a harder tug, hoping it would simply break. It didn’t, just made her arm hurt more. “Don’t do that,” said a voice from off to her right. She looked around to see who had spoken, and immediately regretted it as the movement nearly knocked her over with dizziness. There was a man in a chair next to the door, his face covered by a cheap-looking white plastic mask. “Wha- where am I?” Kara asked, stumbling over the words as her lips and tongue refused to cooperate. And then, at an urgent throb from her bladder, “How long was I out?” “A few hours,” he said, ignoring the first question. “Try and get comfortable, you’re going to be here a while.” Kara frowned and shifted in place, getting her hands under her to try and push herself the rest of the way up. “What? No, I’m not going to just-” She stopped, going very still, as he drew a gun from his belt and pointed it in her direction, though not directly at her. “You’re going to stay right there. If you try to escape, I’m going to shoot you. I’ll try not to hit anything vital, but no promises. Got it?” “Got it,” she said, her heart racing. In this state, she was as vulnerable to bullets as anyone else. With forced calm, she asked, “Can I sit up, at least?” “Sure.” He lowered the gun. Kara pushed herself awkwardly and painfully into a sitting position, glancing around the room as she did. It looked like an ordinary, small, somewhat bare bedroom. Her bed sat in one corner, a TV on a chest of drawers directly opposite; beside the drawers was a window, covered by thin curtains. The walls were a noticeably faded blue, with several darker shapes presumably marking where pictures had been recently removed. “Why am I here?” she asked. Given that her captors had gone to the trouble of bringing her to this room and removing anything identifiable and/or throwable, she guessed they probably didn’t intend to kill her, which narrowed the possibilities down somewhat; the fact that she still had her clothes on, she hoped, ruled out some of the remainder. “You’ve been kidnapped,” the man said, which Kara had already figured out. “You’re going to stay here for a few days, and then we’ll see how much the people of National City will pay to get their Supergirl back.” Kara’s bladder throbbed again, and she pressed her thighs together to try and quell the urge a little. “You’re ransoming me?” The man shrugged. “We’ve all got to get paid somehow.” “You won’t be able to keep the money,” she pointed out. “You’ll just get arrested and they’ll take it back. Even if you don’t get caught right away, someone’s going to track where the money goes and find you that way.” “Thanks for the concern,” he said dryly, “but it’s handled. I know a guy who can arrange the hand-off and the financials. We get our money and disappear without a trace.” “Is he where you got the Kryptonite, too?” He shrugged. “He knows people too. It’s always good to have a network.” “And that doesn’t seem suspicious to you?” Kara asked pointedly. “He just gave it to you, when he could have used it himself and kept the money? Did he even-” She stopped talking, jaw clicking shut, because he’d brought up the gun again. “Time to be quiet now,” he said. “I know what you’re doing. It was a good try, but stop trying.” “I-” she started. “No,” he said, wiggling the gun for emphasis. Kara, for the moment, stopped trying. The next few hours passed mostly in silence, at least between the two of them. Kara made occasional attempts to say or ask something, but every time she did, or moved too quickly, her guard would just make a threatening gesture, keeping the gun close to hand at all times. It wasn’t complete silence, though, because after a while he got bored enough to turn the TV on, switching to some sports game on low volume. From that, Kara learned that it was shortly after four in the morning, meaning the “few hours” she had been unconscious was closer to six. That was, frankly, more worrying than the gun. Kara shifted and shuffled around on the bed, trying to get even slightly comfortable, but between the handcuffs and the general pain and the fact that she had almost a full day’s worth of liquid in her bladder it was a futile endeavor. Days, the man had said. They were going to hold her here for days before trying to make an exchange. Alex and the DEO would be looking for her, of course, but what would happen if they couldn’t find her? Even with her powers she wasn’t completely invincible, and without them she was relying solely on the strength of her own muscles - except, of course, for the critical few her powers ironically weakened. She didn’t know how long she had; she’d never had reason to learn how long humans could survive without peeing, let alone to find out her own limits. Even at her most optimistic, though, she couldn’t reasonably expect to last even another full day before her bladder simply burst. Or perhaps her kidneys would fail instead - a slower death, one that might even take long enough for her powers to return. She could heal that, almost certainly; Kal had survived worse. But it wasn’t a gamble she was eager to make. If it came down to it, she’d have to explain her situation to her kidnappers. Tell them a deeply embarrassing secret she’d never told anybody else in the world, and hope they valued their payout enough to do something about it. Let alone the question of what they would do about it - Kara didn’t exactly think “let her go and hope she comes back once she’s used the bathroom” was on the table. She did not want to do that. And by about eight o’clock she was feeling a little more hopeful that she wouldn’t have to. Whether it was the weak sunlight filtering through the curtains or the Kryptonite she’d been hit with finally starting to wear off, she could feel a tiny fraction of her powers slowly building back up. Given a few more hours, if she could find a moment where she wouldn’t get shot for it, she might have a chance to try to escape. Kara’s bladder ached at the thought of waiting a few more hours; it had already been more than twenty-five and it was more full than it ever had been, sitting heavy as a cannonball in her gut and radiating pain. It was so full, in fact, that her abdomen had been noticeably swollen beneath her suit for several hours. She was used to a slight bulge at the end of a long day, but she had never seen it this big, and the fabric of her suit stretching over it only added further pressure. But unless she could come up with a better plan, she would just have to endure it. Eventually, there came a knock on the door. The guard muted the TV, stood up, and stretched, stiff from sitting there too long. “Stay put,” he told her, and left the room. There was a brief conversation in the hallway, quiet enough that she could only catch a few words, and then the door opened again and a new man entered. He was dressed differently, but had the same mask - or an identical one, Kara was pretty sure they came in packs at arts and crafts stores - and the same gun. Kara didn’t say anything as he sat down. Her plan at the moment mostly involved staying still and quiet until it seemed like a good time; striking up a conversation right away seemed as likely to put him on the defensive as to achieve anything useful, and the first guard might have specifically told him not to talk to her. It would be better to wait for a while until his guard was down, or else until she decided waiting any longer would be too dangerous. He didn’t say anything either, though he did keep glancing at her nervously and quickly looking away. He flipped through channels on the TV, eventually settling on a show about the manufacturing processes of various products that Kara recognized, having seen a few episodes in the past. She didn’t seek it out particularly often, but it was relaxing, and she did like seeing the machines people had built for such specialized tasks. And, for the moment, any distraction was welcome. Watching the creation of Swiss cheese, roller skates, and colored pencils gave her something to focus on other than her desperate need to pee. All too soon, though, the credits rolled, leaving Kara with nothing else to think about but herself. Her arm was cramping - she’d been sitting in one position too long, and there was no comfortable way to hold it given the handcuffs - and her bladder was worse, the pain periodically spiking as her muscles seized, fighting in vain against the catheter immovably sealing off the exit. She had to readjust herself, settling into an awkward semi-reclined pose that took a little pressure off her bladder and crossing one leg over the other, and not a moment too soon; the strongest cramp yet wracked her, forcing a grunt of pain from her as her legs twisted together. The sound drew her new guard’s attention. “Huh?” he asked, looking over at her. “You okay?” “Fine,” she said unconvincingly, instead of I’ve been kidnapped and handcuffed to a bed and my bladder’s going to explode, which would have been more accurate. Somehow, this did not convince him. “Wait, do you need to pee?” “No,” Kara lied reflexively. “Shit, have you not had a chance to go?” He straightened up in his chair. “Hang on, I’ll - fuck, I can’t let you out of the room… I could get a bucket or something and you could go in that?” “No,” she said again, deliberately relaxing her posture despite the protests of her body. “You don’t need to do that, I’m fine.” Internally, she cursed her habit of leaving the catheter key at home. Sure, it meant she couldn’t be tempted into running back and forth to the bathroom all day, but this was not worth that benefit. “Look, I know it’s not great, but it’s better than pissing on the bed, right?” “No, I - It’s an alien thing, okay? I can go longer than humans without eating, sleeping, that kind of thing.” It wasn’t even completely a lie; Kara could indeed operate for an extended period without sleep. Even now, with her powers disabled, she wasn’t any more tired than a human would be by mid-afternoon. “Huh.” The alarm left his posture, reassured that he didn’t have to avert an imminent mess. “I didn’t know that. Never met an alien before. I think there’s one in my kid’s class?” “Not all aliens,” she clarified. “Most species don’t have my powers. A lot of species don’t have any special powers compared to humans.” “Oh. I figured you were all, you know,” he gestured at her, “like that. I mean, you always hear about aliens on the news and they have powers, right?” “That’s because powers make for big stories.” That was the polite way to put it, but this was not the time for an in-depth explanation of systemic xenophobia. “You don’t hear about all the aliens who don’t have powers, because that’s not an exciting headline.” “I never thought about it like that,” he said. “Makes sense, I guess.” “Yeah,” Kara agreed. She didn’t say anything more for a moment, thinking. “...You have a kid?” “How did you-” he started, eyes flicking to her in alarm. “Oh, yeah, I said that. Yeah. Two, actually, a boy and a girl. My daughter’s the older one, the alien’s in her class.” “What are they like?” she asked, and he visibly perked up. As she had hoped, he was quite willing to talk about his family - eager, even. He avoided giving any names or places, but let slip enough specific details that she suspected it would be possible to track them down once she got out, if she wanted to. She kept enough attention on the conversation to seem engaged, but the rest of her brain - at least the part that wasn’t devoted to the overwhelming pressure in her abdomen - she occupied with thinking through the new plan that had opened itself up to her. Kara was not a natural liar; she liked to think of herself as generally honest and outgoing, and when put on the spot to convince somebody, she knew, she was often less than believable. So, if she knew she was going to have to sell a lie, she would try to prepare for it in advance. And right now, she definitely needed to sell it. Once she was as ready as she thought she was going to get, she waited for a lull in the conversation. Once one came, she hesitated, then started, “Do-” before cutting herself off and looking away as though thinking better of it. “What?” he asked. “I-” she looked up at him, schooling her face into a hopeful expression. “I just thought - Do you think I could call my daughter?” “You have a daughter?” “Yeah,” she said. She injected thickness into her voice, as though choking up. “She doesn’t know about any of,” she gestured at herself, “this, she thinks I’m an executive. If I could just talk to her, even for a few minutes…” “Shit,” he said. “Uh… I don’t know, I don’t think I’m supposed to give you a phone.” “Please,” Kara begged him. “She’s on her own, her dad’s-” she swallowed a sob, “gone - she must be worried, I wouldn’t go this long without at least a call. Please, I just want to tell her I’m okay.” He was wavering, she could tell even without being able to see his face. “How do I know you won’t just call the cops?” “I won’t,” she promised. “I - I can show you, before I call, so you can see I’m not calling 911.” “I…” he paused, deliberating. “Yeah. Okay. Show me the number, and put it on speaker so I can hear both sides.” He took out a cheap phone from his pocket and unlocked it before crossing the room to hand it to her. “Thank you,” she said with relief, taking it. It already had the phone app open; she typed in the number for Alex’s cellphone, then covered most of the digits with a finger and held it up to show the guard it clearly had more than three of them. He nodded, and she started the call, tapping the speakerphone icon and holding it out in front of her. After only a few rings, the call connected; as soon as she heard it, Kara spoke. “Hi, sweetheart, you’re on speaker.” She had put on a slight accent, weak enough that the guard would hopefully assume she was masking it as Supergirl but which Alex would recognize as an imitation of Eliza. Her opening line worked; Alex didn’t say anything, but Kara’s weakly-returning super-hearing could just barely make out the sound of her whispering intensely some distance from the phone, followed by the sound of rapid typing. “I’m sorry I didn’t call sooner,” she continued, “things got really busy and then my phone died, I’ve only just now been able to charge it. I probably won’t be home for another few days, some things came up and they need me close to hand. You’ll be okay on your own until then, right honey? There’s money upstairs in the bedroom, and you know you can go to Hank next door if you need anything.” “Yeah,” Alex replied, and Kara’s heart, which had taken up residence somewhere in her throat, relaxed a little at the confirmation that she’d picked up on the implications. Winn had added a filter to the call, crunching Alex’s end heavily as though through terrible reception, which together with Alex putting on a higher voice let her plausibly sound anywhere from fifteen to thirty. “Good,” she said. “I don’t know if I’ll get another chance to call, be safe, I love you.” “Love you,” said Alex. Kara hung up, sniffed emotionally - not terribly difficult, considering she was actually in danger and might never talk to Alex again if things went wrong - and deleted the call from the history before handing it back to the guard. “Thank you,” she said to him. Alex had a lead, now; Winn would be able to track the call. All Kara had to do was wait. Finally, forty minutes later, the sound of several heavy vehicles came in range of Kara’s hearing one after the other, all coming in her direction. Kara breathed a sigh of relief; the guard, who had asked her twice more in the intervening time if she needed the bathroom with increasing and justified skepticism, glanced over at her to make sure she wasn’t trying to escape and/or wetting herself, but didn’t otherwise react. The cars approached, and pulled up nearby. A squad of DEO agents exited, coordinating in low tones; Kara’s heart leapt as she recognized Alex’s voice among them. The agents surrounded the house. As they closed in, the realization struck Kara that she absolutely could not look like this when Alex saw her. Her guard had noticed her desperate state, but didn’t know the full extent of it; her position seated on the bed didn’t give a clear view of her stomach and he didn’t know her well enough to compare. If she stood up and Alex saw she’d suddenly gained several inches at the waist, she would immediately realize something was wrong. And then she’d demand to know what, and Kara would have to explain that she’d been lying about being continent for years and then crawl into a hole and die of humiliation. So she had to make sure there was nothing for Alex to see. Gritting her teeth, balling her hands into fists, Kara summoned up all her willpower and clenched her abs as hard as she possibly could. Her body screamed with pain and urgency, muscles burning as she forced her stomach flat. A constellation of stars burst in her vision; involuntarily, she screwed her eyes shut and groaned aloud. It took long seconds for her to be able to open her eyes again. Her muscles trembled under the strain; her breathing was shallow and rapid, every inhale feeling as though it took up space she needed for her bladder. The guard was looking at her. He opened his mouth to say something. At that moment, the DEO agents made their entry, breaking the door open with a thunderous crash. The guard jumped, his head whipping round toward the noise, and his hand flew to his gun. Kara held very still, both to avoid startling him into shooting her and to use the time to try and bring her body under control. “You don’t have a daughter, do you,” he realized as shouts and heavy footsteps moved through the house. “No,” Kara said. And, because she always felt bad about lying even when there were perfectly good reasons for it, “Sorry.” When Alex and a handful of agents burst into the bedroom, they found Kara at gunpoint, the guard just out of her reach with his weapon trained on her; immediately, they took aim at him in turn. Kara’s heart soared; she’d known she was being rescued, of course, but seeing Alex was when she knew everything was going to be okay. “Drop it!” Alex barked. “Hands in the air!” He did not drop it; the gun trembled in his hand. Kara focused her eyes and looked at him, her x-ray vision slow and cloudy but recharged enough to see through his mask; panic and anger were written across his face. She saw the moment that panic crystallized into a new, much worse plan, and in slow-motion his arm started to move. Operating purely on fight-or-flight reflex, he was going to try and point the gun at the half-dozen armed soldiers who already had him in their sights, and he was going to get shot for it. Kara lunged forward with all the strength she could muster; pain exploded in her wrist and shoulder as her arm was yanked back behind her. She ignored it, straining against the handcuff; the bed shifted several inches before the chain snapped, freeing her to hurl herself forward and grab his arm with her free hand before he could get halfway through the motion, forcing it down towards the floor. “Hold fire!” Alex called before anyone could start shooting. The gun clattered to the ground. “Just a fracture,” Alex concluded. She and Kara were sitting on the bed so that she could examine the formerly-handcuffed wrist; Kara was doing a very good job of hiding her agonizing, unbearable need to pee. At least, Alex didn’t seem to have noticed yet. “We’ll get it splinted for now, and some time under the sun lamps will have you as good as new.” “No!” Kara yelped. “I mean - I don’t want to go all the way out to the base. Not right now.” Alex frowned. “Supergirl, you’re hurt, you’ve been exposed to an unknown form of Kryptonite, and your powers still haven’t fully recovered. You need to recharge, and I need to give you a full checkup to make sure there’s no unexpected side-effects.” That was another reason Kara did not want to go with her. Even if she could keep her desperation under control for the two or three hours all that would take - which was unlikely at best, considering how it was getting harder with every passing second - any kind of detailed examination would reveal it anyway. And she still wouldn’t be any closer to a bathroom she could use. “Alex,” Kara said, letting some of the tiredness she was feeling (mentally, if not physically) into her voice, “I’ve spent the entire day handcuffed to a bed. I haven’t slept since yesterday morning. I’ve been in this suit for almost twelve hours, and I haven’t had anything to eat. I just want to go home, and be comfortable, and relax.” She gestured at the curtains, which were now open to allow sunlight to spill into the room. “My powers are already coming back, and the only thing that felt different about the Kryptonite was that it lasted longer. I’ll be fine. Okay?” Alex looked ready to give a stern response, but wavered as Kara shot her her best puppy-dog look. She visibly deliberated before closing her eyes and sighing in frustration. “Okay. Yes. You can go.” Kara beamed. “But.” Alex raised an emphatic finger. “You’re not flying there. Vasquez will drive you home. You are not going to use your powers until you are completely recovered, and you are going to call me if you feel anything wrong. Understand? If you so much as cough, you tell me immediately.” “Got it,” Kara nodded, still smiling. She leaned forward and wrapped Alex in a tight hug, careful of her injured wrist; Alex hugged back. “You’re the best, Alex.” “I know,” Alex said over her shoulder. The hug continued for a few seconds in silence, and then Alex said, “You really have been wearing that too long. You need a shower, Supergirl.” Kara laughed and shoved her away. She still couldn’t leave immediately. Alex had Agent Vasquez bring up a set of civilian clothes and a splint, and asked Kara to recount the events of her kidnapping while she waited and changed. “...And then you guys came in, and you know the rest,” she said. Her new outfit wasn’t the sort of thing she ordinarily wore - ragged jeans and a band T-shirt about three sizes too big - which was of course the point; she wasn’t supposed to look like Kara Danvers. “Yeah,” Alex said. Her phone was in her hand, recording the conversation to be written down once she got back to the base. “I don’t think these guys have much experience kidnapping people,” Kara said. “The cheap masks, bringing me to their house” - because, as it turned out, that was where she was, the house of one of the gang members, who lived alone - “I saw the woman’s face in the alley, and the people guarding me were watching TV at the same time.” “You think someone put them up to this?” Alex asked, following the same train of logic. “I do,” said Kara. “The contact the first guy mentioned, the one who he said would do the money stuff and sold him the Kryptonite. That’s weirdly helpful for a criminal, right?” “Right,” Alex agreed. “But if the ransom wasn’t the point…” “Experimenting with new types of Kryptonite, maybe, or new methods of delivery. The kidnapping was just - a way to get it to me.” “Yeah,” said Alex, thoughtful. “It checks out.” She grimaced. “So we might have a new group on our hands who can manufacture Kryptonite, or who have a supply of it, and are handing it out to random criminals. I’ll get the word out to our informants to be on the lookout, and have Winn look for leads online, and maybe we can arrange a plea deal in exchange for information on that distributor.” She thought for a moment, then stopped the recording. “Alright, I think that’s everything. Go home, get some rest, and remember, if anything happens-” “Call you, I know,” Kara said. “Good. Agent Vasquez, take Supergirl home.” “Yes sir,” said Vasquez, who had been waiting silently by the door for the informal debriefing to finish. Kara stood up from the bed, and with a Herculean effort suppressed any visible reaction to the pressure the movement put on her bladder. She filed out of the room after Vasquez, and with the Agent walking ahead and Alex for the moment staying in the room, concealed by an overlarge shirt, she allowed her muscles to relax, returning her stomach to a slightly less unnatural shape. The relief of this nearly sent her tumbling to the floor before she caught herself with flight and she had to bite her tongue to avoid moaning aloud; she still had to pee worse than she ever had before, but at least now she wasn’t also compressing her bladder into the space reserved for the rest of her organs. They left the house, stepping out into the sunlight, where Kara had to take a moment to stop and simply feel it soaking into her skin, re-filling a part of her that was only noticeable by its emptiness; it felt like lying down in a hot bath at the end of a long day. Her bitten tongue numbed as her healing began to kick in, as did the various aches and pains from her restraint; her wrist, which would be a matter of hours rather than of minutes, at least hurt a little less. Vasquez waited politely for two minutes before clearing her throat to suggest they get a move on. The DEO had arrived with two cars in addition to the several vans; Kara sat down in the passenger seat of one of them. Kara, knowing the seatbelt would press directly on her bladder, did not want to buckle it, but Vasquez refused to start the car until she did. Kara pointed out that she was invulnerable, an argument Vasquez met with a threat to tell Alex why they weren’t moving. Kara buckled the belt. It pressed directly on her bladder. Her apartment was about thirty minutes’ drive away, which to Kara felt like about thirty hours. Now that she was safe and free, she had nothing to distract her from her desperation, and as her powers recharged the sensation became more and more intense. If her nerves had been screaming at her, now they had megaphones and lung capacities to match her own. The desperation seemed to fill her entire body, even a twitch of hand or foot somehow tugging at her bladder, and the hot ball of pain weighing down her pelvis had started to spread up her back. She had moved beyond waves of urgency and into one continuous tsunami, her tireless muscles fighting without cease, but the Kryptonian metal of the catheter was unmoved. No amount of all-day-every-day practice was enough to let her conceal so dire a need; she started the drive with her legs superhumanly tightly pressed together and in short order they were twisted around one another. Her arms were pinned to her sides, hands in white-knuckled fists, and she leaned back as far as the position of the seat would allow to give her bladder even a millimetre more room. At some point - Kara had no way to keep track of time - they stopped at a red light, and Vasquez glanced over to her. “You okay?” she asked. “Fine,” Kara said, which, as Vasquez was neither blind nor deaf to the strain in her voice, was not convincing. “Just wish I’d used the bathroom before we left.” “Want me to make a stop? I can pull in at a store or something.” “No.” Extra delays were absolutely the last thing Kara wanted. “I’ll wait until I get home.” “You sure?” Vasquez asked. “We’re still twenty minutes out. You gonna be okay that long?” “I’m sure,” Kara said. “I can hold it.” That much she was entirely sure of. “Okay,” said Vasquez dubiously as the light turned green. The car accelerated like a punch to Kara’s gut, forcing a whine from her throat; Vasquez seemed to take her situation as a cue to drive faster, though Kara couldn’t spare enough attention to be sure, considering she pushed the limits of city driving at the best of times. As they were closing in on their destination, Kara made an unwise decision. She looked down at herself, x-ray vision piercing through flesh, and saw the cause of her desperation directly. Beneath the enormous bulge of skin and flesh was a bladder swollen to practically to the size of a volleyball by an obscene quantity of urine. The muscles wrapped around it were taut, stretching almost to their limit, and the mass of liquid quivered and spasmed as they strained to right themselves. And yet, even as she watched, her kidneys continued their work, slowly but inexorably pumping more urine into a space that was already more than full. Seeing it made it so much worse, but she couldn’t look away. She could feel her powers straining to keep her intact and functional, and could only watch, legs bouncing, as her body fought against itself. Eventually, after a subjective eternity that took about fifteen minutes, Vasquez said, “We’re here.” Kara’s head snapped up to see they were pulling up to the street outside her apartment. Before the car could even come to a stop she unbuckled her seatbelt, letting it whip away under its own power, and grabbed at the door handle. “Thank you bye,” she gasped, and opened the door; she hurled herself out of the vehicle, and an audible crack came from the handle as it was forced into a position it was never meant to take. “Sorry,” she said, and dithered for half a second with the urge to try and put it right before her body took over and hurled her into motion. The door slammed hard behind her as she sprinted into the building faster than human steps could take her; she tore down the hallway until she reached the stairwell. She could not afford the time to take the stairs. She looked up, peering through the floors and walls to see if anyone was looking; by a stroke of fortune, nobody was, and she rocketed straight up through the gap in the centre of several stories of staircase and then down the hall to her door. Just barely having the presence of mind not to break it down, she pulled the key from her pocket and fumbled it into the lock, leaving the door open behind her as she ran for her room. There, buried in a drawer, was the key to her salvation, and also to her catheter. She stumbled into the bathroom, locked the door, pulled down her borrowed pants and underwear, and dropped bodily onto the toilet. With trembling hands, she tried to slot the key into the catheter; it took three attempts, by which point she was wondering if she was going to falter at this last hurdle and die on the toilet. Finally, though, she managed it; the key slid into place, and with a single turn Kara finally opened the valve. It poured out with a thunderous hiss, but the relief was not immediate. As much as she would have liked to force out her bladder’s contents as fast as she could, that would have been far too much force; she would have power-washed a hole in her toilet, the floor, and whatever was downstairs from her. So she had to wait, producing a stream that was powerful but not nearly as powerful as it could have been, as the overstretched organ slowly returned to a normal size. One minute passed, then two. It was almost halfway to the third before she finally felt relief, and then suddenly it was overwhelmingly upon her, her heightened senses lighting up her body with an explosion of endorphins. She slumped bonelessly backwards with a moan, all the exertion seeming to catch up to her at once, and stayed that way as she continued peeing for almost two further minutes. Even once her stream finally slowed to a trickle and then petered out entirely, Kara didn’t move for some time, just sitting there panting and luxuriating in the blissful feeling of not needing the bathroom. She had to move at some point, though - she needed to get something to eat and drink, and then take a long nap at minimum - so eventually she lifted herself upright with flight. She reached down and turned the catheter key further, folding up the part that anchored it in her bladder, and pulled it out; a burst of heat vision sterilized it, and she slipped it back into place before twisting the key back the other way to secure it and close the valve once more. Kara stood and walked on shaky legs over to the sink to wash her hands, and considered the future. She was going to have to tell Alex her secret, she knew. If she was going to keep being Supergirl, she wouldn’t be able to avoid some kind of physical exam forever, and that would be a much worse way for it to come out. She should probably also start taking the key out with her; this was unlikely to be the last time she couldn’t get home for an extended period, and she needed the ability to relieve herself, even if it meant she would have to rely on willpower to keep herself out of the bathroom in her civilian life. Perhaps, she thought, she even ought to fly to the Fortress and design a new version, one not opened by a separate piece; that way she could preempt the possibility of the key being lost or taken from her. If there was one thing she knew for certain, though - one thing that had been true since that day in the Fortress - it was that this was far from the last time she’d find herself needing a bladder of steel.
  4. Hi! I am. 24 year old woman in Chicago. I was wondering if any man 25-30 years of age would be interested in meeting up to use a catheter and let me empty a full bladder into him.
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    Paula is currently bursting, she never had been so desperate to pee before. Her Mistress wanted to discover how much punishment her large bladdered sub can actually take. The Domme overridden Paula's bathroom privileges by inserting a catheter into the poor girl's bladder and plugged the tube's outlet to prevent Paula from getting any relief until She is satisfied. How much longer Paula can endure the massive pressure on her bladder before she starts begging for release? - The pose was loosely based on a female chastity beld art work I saw on Reddit a few days ago. I know the anatomy is kinda off, but that's something I want to improve, so, whatever, I think I'll share this with you guys.
  11. Wendy’s Week in Diapers – Part 6 From: Bytemine Edited by: DaddyRich Actually it took about 90 minutes. She was furious. "You know I can't teach in this condition!" she hissed, trying not to let the whole office know that something was wrong. "So cancel it!" "You know I can't. It's already 4:35!" "Just do your best, Wendy. But do take notes. I want to hear all about it." She hung up on me. She got in the door at seven. She wasn't mad anymore, she was back to begging to be let off. Her face was red and puffy, and I wondered if she had been crying. She headed straight for the bedroom. As she walked down the hall I could see small streaks in her stockings caused by dribbles from her diapers. By the time I got there she had stripped down to her diapers and a bra. "I want you to take this damned tube out of me," she pouted. "This isn't fun anymore. I've been wetting myself like a toddler for hours." I didn't say anything. I just took out the stocks and got them ready for her. She took one look at them and started to turn red. "You don't have to use those," she said while slowly shaking her head from side to side, "I'll be good." "It's a case of first things first." I said softly but firmly. She turned an even deeper shade of red and I thought for a moment that she was about to offer some serious protests, but then she just sighed and stepped into place, holding still while I fastened the neck and wristbands. I left her standing there while I laid out the diapers she would wear until morning. Feeling a little vengeful, I laid out four of the cloth diapers and then added a fifth, folded lengthwise, as a soaker down the middle. Then I had her lie down on this pile of pads while I went to work on the catheter. I had it out in a jiffy. A few seconds more and she was all bundled up for the night, flexing her legs, testing the thickness of her rubber-covered crotch. "It's too thick," she said in wonderment, flexing her legs a little more. I knew that voice alright. It was her horny voice. Time for my treat. She looked at her hands still locked in the cuffs of the stocks and then back at me. She was expecting me to release her. "Oh," she said, "silly me. I forgot about the diaper lock." She wasn't the only one! I had been so intent on getting the details about the health club that I had forgotten the retainer belt. Close call! I tried to conceal my surprise as I helped her to stand. I had it tight and snug in a minute and this time she looked a lot less enthralled with her diapers. "Now you can let me go!" she said playfully. "Nope. Not until I hear what happened at the health club, in glorious detail." The expression on her face collapsed. She stood in the center of the room, dressed only in bulging diapers, squeaky rubber panties and the absurd diaper lock belt, her hands held at the level of her shoulders by the wooden stocks. She pulled at her tethered hands and did a little dance of frustration. "Please. No. Don't make me! Just let me go!" I just smiled and shook my head. "You can tell me, or we can find something to encourage you with." "Like what?" she pouted, but a little suspicious too. "Like a suppository." Her eyes opened wide as she digested what I meant. She looked down at her bound loins and then toward her equally useless hands. We both knew she was helpless to stop me and I knew from things she had said earlier that Wendy had once accidentally soiled a diaper her grandma had made her wear, and it hadn't been a fond memory. "You wouldn't." she said without conviction. "I would." Wendy took a trial step or two. We both listened to her heavy rubber panties swish and rustle. She looked at the door. The stocks were too wide to let her pass through it. She slumped down onto the bed, sitting, with a big sigh. "I knew you weren't going to let me off. Okay. You win. Take the stocks off, and I'll tell you all about it." "First the story. Then the stocks come off, because if I don't like the story, you are going to have messy diapers by morning." "Just let me lie down." "Why?" "It's more comfortable, okay?" I helped her lie down, her head on the pillows. This is what she had to say: Wendy's (POV) I guess you've figured it out by now that I run hot and cold on this diapers thing. Sometimes it’s delicious, a private little bondage session that I take with me wherever I go. Other times it is sheer hell, like when I notice people staring at my seamed stockings and reacting to the rustling sounds from my diapers. I'm always worried that I'm blushing too much. I mean, how are you supposed to wet yourself while standing in an elevator full of people and not show it? Anyway, it's 4:15, and I'm beginning to curse your idea about tying my shoes in place, because my feet are killing me, when this courier turns up in my office. Problem is he just walked through the door without knocking. He caught me squatting down, having a pee. I was in front of my desk and facing the door, so he got a real eye full of my diapered crotch - or at least I'm pretty sure he did because he blushed pretty hard. Maybe he was staring at my garters. Anyway, we both got pretty red. I signed for the parcel and made sure the door got locked as I saw him out. I was pretty shaken. It could have been someone from the office. Like I said, I've been attracting a lot of attention lately. Anyway, as soon as I got the parcel open I saw your note. I got mad. So mad that I flooded my diaper. I was about to go to the washroom to change when I noticed the time. It was too late for anything but leaving for the club. I grabbed my purse and stuffed the tracksuit into my gym bag. I'm sure I was making sloshing sounds as I headed for the elevator. Just as I got out onto the street I began to leak. Just a little trickle running down the inside of my thigh. My stocking top took care of it, but I knew that if I peed much more I would be a sight. I guess it was then that I began to think about what was going to happen at the club, I mean, how I was going to handle things. I was pretty sure the changing room had toilet stalls, so I relaxed a little. Once I got to the club I ran to the locker room. I could feel more pee arriving in my diaper and I knew I was about to leak badly. You picked a great day to do this to me. Did you know that they were painting the toilet stalls and had taken all the doors off? That really floored me. I was so sure that I would be able to find a private place to change that for a minute I just stood there, peeing myself and wondering how to get out of this mess. Finally, I had no choice. It was change or leak. So I took the last stall and hoped no one would happen by. I got everything ready before I exposed anything embarrassing. A fresh diaper, new plastic panties, my tracksuit, the works. I took off my blouse and bra first. Then I cut the fishing line around my shoes and slipped them off. My stockings went next. Finally, I was down to my skirt and everything underneath it. I was about to slip my plastic panties off when I realized a pool of liquid had formed in the crotch. Since I couldn't let it splash on the floor I had to move all my stuff around, so I could sit on the toilet and hold the elastic open, so it could drain. I took off the plastic pants while still sitting down and only a few drops escaped. I got rid of the diaper pretty quick after that. I put it between the toilet and the wall, hoping no one would see it. I got rid of my skirt, took off my garter belt and then grabbed a fresh diaper. Have you ever tried to put one of those things on when you're standing? Just as I got it taped, I looked up to see a 12-year-old girl staring at me from just outside the cubicle. Her mouth was hanging open. "Is that a diaper?" she asked loud enough to wake the dead. I told her to get lost. As soon as she disappeared I regretted being rude. Now she was sure to tell her mother. But, let me tell you, I've never had a diaper that felt so good. It was warm and dry and comfortable -- there's nothing like it. Unless you have to go and stand in front of 20 people while you wear it! I got my plastic pants on and put a pair of loose jogging shorts (that I had in my locker) over them to keep the noise down. Then I put the tracksuit on, put away my stuff. Put my wet diaper in the trash and tried to get my nerve up. Everyone stared at me as soon as I walked into the room. My head told me it was because they've never seen me in a tracksuit. My fear told me it was because they all knew I was wearing a diaper. To be continued…….
  12. Wendy’s Week in Diapers – Part 4 By: Bytemine Edited by: DaddyRich The cloth diapers were a lot more bulky than the disposables, so it was just as well that I had rubber pants that were cut to cover them. Since the hospital had thoughtfully attached the keys for the locking waist and thigh bands I decided to use them instead of the retainer belt. Wendy was grateful. I made her wear her diapers, garter belt, stockings, heels and only a satin teddy for the rest of the night. She made quite a sight, peeling potatoes in that outfit. Every time she caught me looking at her, we both blushed. I made sure Wendy had lots of fluids, so she wouldn't have a choice about using her diapers. She didn't even grumble. From time to time Wendy would stop in mid-sentence or pause in whatever task she was performing. I knew she was wetting herself, and she knew that I knew. By the time we went to bed it was obvious that Wendy needed a change. The diaper hung from their pinning’s at her waist and she sloshed as she waddled around. She didn't resist when I put the stocks across her shoulders and she waited until she was securely fastened before she asked an inevitable question, "What do I do about a BM?" I marched her into the bathroom, stocks and all, and seated her on the toilet. She was flushed with embarrassment as she filled her diapers. I I left her alone for a while. Finally, she called for assistance and I saw to her needs. I allowed her to remove her garter belt, stockings and shoes. I removed her stocks and unlocked her rubber pants. I peeled the messy cloth diapers off of her. I had her step into the shower and cleaned her up with the handheld shower attachment. It was strangely intimate. A few minutes later she was dried off and safely bundled up in three more diapers and the rubber pants had been locked in place. She snuggled up to me eagerly. We didn't talk about the enforced diaper wearing, but I wasn't hearing any complaints either. The next day was Tuesday and the morning routine was the same as the day before but without the protests and pouting. Wendy left for her office wearing a single cloth diaper with some disposable doublers in the crotch. The retention belt was snugly on duty, and she wore black seamed stockings with reinforced heels. She hadn't been very happy about letting me tie her shoes on with fishing line but, as she later confessed, "since you control when I get fresh diapers, I guess I had better not complain too much". When she came home for her noon-hour change she reported that the cloth diapers were much more comfortable, and it was easier for her to predict their capacity. She seemed too much at ease with the idea of being in diapers, so I decided to drop my bombshell while she was still locked in the stocks. "Mike and Judy have asked us over tonight for dinner and cards." "Ok." she said without thinking and then looked at her waist as I began to fit the retainer belt. "Oh." she said suddenly, "You're going to make me wear diapers, aren't you?" I nodded. "I said you would be in diapers for a week and I meant every word." Just then I cinched the crotch strap unusually tight, eliciting a grunt from Wendy, so I don't know if she responded to my last idea or not. Wendy was looking very uneasy about the idea of visiting our friends while in diapers. "What's the difference? You go to work in diapers." "It's different," she pouted while she adjusted her stockings, "I have a private office. I can put a plastic bag on my chair to catch any leaks. I can close my door when I squat to pee. My office dresses have full skirts." "Whoa! Squat to pee?" I didn't understand what she meant. Had she found an escape route? She blushed deeply. "It's a trick I learned from when grandma made me wear diapers. If you squat down, as if you were peeing outside, your water will run into the seat of the diaper and be absorbed there. If you just stand still then the center of the crotch tries to handle it all and pretty soon you'll be leaking like a sieve even though most of the diaper is still perfectly dry. Since grandma wouldn't change me unless the back of the diaper was wet I had to find some way of making it wet. That's how I learned." "Fascinating. But it doesn't change my decision. You are coming with me, and you will be wearing diapers." She looked downcast, and I almost felt sorry for her. But then I remembered my resolve. "And do pick up some more seamed stockings on your way home from work." Wendy hadn't convinced me to cancel my plans for the evening, but she had started me thinking about a few more problems and some interesting solutions. I decided the ultimate humiliation for Wendy was to lose all control of her water. Being a medical student I didn't have to look very far to solve that problem. It meant another trip to the hospital, but I had a growing list of supplies to pick up. I especially wanted to visit the supply cupboards in Geriatrics. By the time I got home and had my treasure safely stowed our bedroom was beginning to look like a hospital treatment room. My visit to the Geriatrics department had yielded not only a better disposable diaper - one that looked like a Pampers and had the same paper lining -but a couple of catheters and a very efficient blindfold. When Wendy got home she was sullen and uncooperative. She didn't want me to put the stocks on her and I had to threaten to take her along in wet diapers to make her see things my way. Once she was secured I put the blindfold on her. She tensed up and started to complain, so I strapped a feeding gag into her mouth. Since I couldn't risk having her react suddenly to my latest bit of therapy I had to secure her feet. Two discarded stockings did the trick nicely. By the time I had finished she was immobilized, very suspicious and quite anxious. The nice thing about a catheter is that it is designed to be tamperproof. Once it is in place the wearer needs a syringe to deflate the balloon in the bladder that will allow extraction. My plan was simple: by putting a catheter in Wendy she would lose all control of her urine and be forced to change herself while at our friends' house. If they got suspicious I planned to hint at a severe bladder infection. Of course Wendy would have to carry quite a few spare diapers and devise some manner of disposing of the used ones. When I had everything ready I told Wendy to relax. There was nothing she could do to stop me from doing what I wanted and being tense would only make things worse for her. I don't think my speech did much good, but it made me feel better. Then I leaned on her pelvis, trying to keep it still, while I fitted the lubricated end of the catheter to her urethra. At the first touch at so sensitive a place she squirmed, bucked and squealed into the special gag but otherwise did nothing to slow me down. It went in easily and a few seconds later I had the internal balloon inflated. Wendy couldn't tamper with it now. I removed her gag and blindfold. She was spitting mad. "What have you done to me! It hurts like hell!" She was staring down at the slim white tube that protruded from the most sensitive part of her anatomy. "It's a catheter, dear. It means you have no control of your pee. You'll go to Judy's in diapers, and you can change yourself whenever you want." "You bugger! Take it out!" she hissed. "I would be more polite, if I were you. Only I know how to take it out. You can't just give it a good tug, you'll damage your insides. It will stay in as long as I deem it prudent." She was glaring at me as I finished putting an Attends on her (I wanted her to be uncomfortable, at least for the first few hours) along with a pair of pink plastic pants. I then began releasing her. "But I should remind you of one little detail. You'll find that an orgasm is just too painful to mention. So you should forget masturbation while in this condition." Wendy leaped off the bed and flew out of the room. I found her in the bathroom, holding open the waist of her diaper and staring down at the appliance nestled inside her. She gave me a foul look, so I left her alone. For the next hour, as we both got ready for the evening, she wouldn't say anything to me. I noticed she was still wearing her seamed stockings under a full, casual skirt. Her shoes were still tied on from that morning and since she didn't ask to have them off I didn't volunteer. While she did her make-up in the bathroom I laid out on the bed what I thought she would need by way of diapers and supplies. To be continued…..
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  17. Here's another commission story, this one from Foxlover! This story was a fun one to write, and I enjoyed writing it! It has elements of external bladder filling using catheters, so be warned. Locked in the Ward Emily let out a heavy sigh as she glanced up at the clock. It was another long shift tonight. She really shouldn’t be complaining, all things considered. She was fortunate enough not to be one of the many nurses on the frontlines in the infectious disease ward or the ER, instead spending her long night shifts in the much more quiet and relaxed coma ward. Yet it often meant her shifts went by slowly. It wasn’t like she had nothing to do, the coma ward was very involved. Patients needed to be cleaned, bedsheets needed to be changed, catheters and full bags of urine needed to be replaced with fresh ones. There was a lot of nuance to the ward that most people who didn’t work there wouldn’t think about. However, even with the busy work, her shifts here always seemed to crawl on by. Even now, she was sitting in the break room, bored out of her mind and wondering if there was something she could do. As she counted down the seconds until her break was over and she’d have to return to her dull busywork, she felt a slight nag in her bladder. I guess I should go, huh? Emily moved to get up, but then she paused as she placed a hand on her abdomen, judging her bladder’s fullness. She had to pee a bit, but it wasn’t urgent, and she couldn’t even feel her bladder bulging out. Unlike the busier wards of the hospital, nurses in the coma ward rarely found themselves so busy they had to hold it for extended periods of time. Emily herself remembered her life in the ER before she was transferred here. Long nights holding it to her absolute limit. Her breaks always started with a mad dash to the nearest staff restroom before she wet herself. She could still remember the rush of pleasure and relief upon finally peeing after hours of putting it off. Perhaps, to make the night a bit more interesting, she’d try that again. Maybe not to the bladder-bursting extremes that she had been subjected to, but just enough to make things exciting. The good thing about the coma ward is that, if she decided the discomfort of a full bladder wasn’t worth the thrill and inevitable pleasure of relief, she could go pretty much any time she wanted. As her break ended, Emily left and returned to the coma ward, passing by the staff bathrooms just outside the doors. Her bladder nagged her again and she ignored it, smiling to herself with excitement. “Welcome back, Ems!” a sing-song voice called from the side. A tall, curvy woman with long, strawberry blonde hair sat at a desk in the nurse’s station, typing away as she filed some medical records. “Hey Val!” Emily smiled back. Valerie was a recent transfer to the coma ward, but her and Emily had become fast friends. They were around the same age and had a lot in common, and Emily found her very easy to talk to. It helped that she looked nice as well. Her voluptuous form was a stark contrast to Emily’s more modest frame, and her own brown hair-- while shorter and easier to manage-- had nothing on Valerie’s flowing locks. “Enjoy your break?” Valerie asked, smiling, though an odd expression flashed across her face. “Yes,” Emily nodded, “though I practically fell asleep. You’re on break next, right?” “Yeah, in 15 minutes,” Valerie confirmed, she leaned in, lowering her voice, “It can’t come fast enough. I’m bursting here, but you-know-who will flip if she catches me slipping off this close to my breaktime.” Punctuating her point, Valerie was wriggling restlessly in her seat, and Emily could see the tell-tale signs of a bulge, not helped at all by the fact that Valerie liked to buy scrubs a little too small for her so they hugged her body and accentuated her curves. It was probably against some sort of dress code regulation, but not even their boss was enough of a stick in the mud to raise issues with it. While not wanting to earn their boss’s ire by heading off to the bathroom now made sense, the fact that Valerie had let herself get so desperate was probably due to her own oversights. Valerie had recently transferred in from the infectious disease ward, and she was likely very used to putting her needs off for far longer than what was expected of her here. “Anyway, you better get back to your post before she comes back and finds both of us slacking,” Valerie pointed out. Emily nodded, “Yeah, good luck, and hang on!” She felt a little bad. She had purposely put off going, and there her friend was, bursting for the same chance she just eschewed. Valerie had probably seen her come back from break and figured she was perfectly refreshed, Emily giving no indication that she had opted not to empty her bladder. She returned to her own station, further back in the ward, and began organizing some medical records and files. It was mostly busywork so her boss wouldn’t see her slacking. There were a couple of patients who probably needed to be sponged down, she’d need to check on a few others, and due to the insanity going on in other wards of the hospital, the nurses here were often delegated to clerical tasks on their down time, to free up the other nurses for more urgent matters. Speaking of urgent matters, Emily’s bladder sent her another signal of its fullness, and she rubbed her legs together briefly. She wondered how long she’d keep this up. Maybe she’d wait until she washed some of the patients, letting the sounds of water torture her as her full bladder nagged for release. Or maybe she’d change some catheters and urine bags, even as her own bladder begged for relief. Emily blushed, wondering why the idea was getting her so hot and bothered, but she quickly pushed those ideas down, along with the actual urge to pee, and focused on her work. She typed away at the computer, unconsciously oscillating her spinning chair back and forth as she worked. She blazed through each file, documenting the doctor’s notes and each patient’s readings into their medical database. She managed to get through three of them before she was next interrupted. “Oh, hey Emily, back from your break?” a voice called. Emily looked over and spotted a girl approaching the desk. It was Claire. As usual, she fully looked the part of a punk rocker who’d been costume swapped with a proper nurse. Her short black hair had bright red highlights running through it, her lip and left eyebrow were sporting silver spike barbell piercings, and she was wearing dark red lipstick and black eyeshadow. She was one of the younger nurses here, but while many would judge her based on her age and appearance, she was one of the most competent nurses in the ward. In fact, Emily was pretty sure she was smarter and more knowledgeable than some of the actual doctors here. Emily nodded, “Yeah, I had a nice break. Have you taken your break yet?” Claire shook her head as she sat down at the station across from Emily’s, grabbing her own stack of files, “Nah, I just got in a few hours ago, so mine’s not til much later.” Emily nodded, then let out a sudden yawn before she could respond properly, “Oh sorry, I’m really tired tonight for some reason.” “It’s cool, it is pretty late,” Claire replied matter-of-factly. For some reason, she never seemed tired, which seemed all-too appropriate. The nocturnal life seemed to suit Claire well. Emily decided to stretch before returning to her work. She extended her arms upward and stretched her legs out underneath the desk. Just then, her bladder sent her another nag, and she tensed up as she quickly squeezed her thighs together. She looked over in panic, wondering if Claire had spotted her, but the diligent girl was already buried in her work. Emily wondered if she should just go, but certainly the senior nurse wouldn’t be too happy if she caught her heading to the bathroom so soon after her break. Besides, there was actually a bit of excitement about not only having to pee, but also having to hide it from her coworkers, at least long enough for it not to seem suspicious, since most would assume she went during her break. Suddenly, however, a brief alarm rang off, making Emily jump and tearing Claire from her focused, furious typing. The automatic doors swung shut, and loud clicks could be heard as the doors locked. Three chimes crackled out over the intercoms, meaning this was a hospital-wide announcement. “Amber Alert! I repeat, this is an Amber Alert! An infant has gone missing from the west-wing infant nursery. All doors and emergency exits are to remain locked until the child has been recovered! A thorough search of each ward is to be conducted by hospital staff, following protocol. Outside of medical emergencies, only law enforcement officers are permitted to move between wards. Administration and senior staff are to ensure that everyone is following proper procedures to ensure the hospital continues to function to the best of its ability. We apologize for this inconvenience, and thank you for being patient as we work to resolve this emergency.” “Well, that was unexpected,” Claire pointed out, “What kind of sick fuck-- pardon my French-- would steal a baby?” “There are a number of reasons, but yeah, none of them are particularly good,” Emily replied, “I hope they find the baby soon. Kathrine’s probably on her way down right now to organize the search.” As if on queue, another announcement, heralded by only one chime this time, sounded over the intercom, and the stern, impeccably professional voice of their boss announced, “All staff in the coma ward is to report to the main nurse’s station immediately for an emergency meeting.” “There she is,” Claire replied. The two didn’t need to move, since they were actually already at the main nurse’s station for the ward, so they merely sat on standby and waited as everyone else trickled in. Valerie showed up first, her gait somewhat awkward as she shuffled her way towards the desk. Emily flashed her an apologetic look, knowing of her predicament. Shortly after, two other nurses showed up. The first was Lydia, a girl with long, black hair tied back into a low ponytail. She was pretty quiet and stoic, often not interacting much with the other staff. Emily didn’t think it was because of shyness, but it was hard to tell since she was pretty unreadable. The other was Sarah. She was in her early 40s, though you couldn’t exactly tell at a glance, but unfortunately her beauty was only skin deep. She had a nasty, competitive, confrontational personality, and she acted like she was in charge whenever Katherine wasn’t in the room, despite her not actually having seniority or any actual authority over any of the other nurses. Katherine wasn’t fond of her either, but Sarah seemed to take Katherine’s warnings as personal challenges. She was very off-putting, and no one exactly liked her, Emily included. That was every nurse in the ward, with the exception of Katherine. But before she showed up, one final face arrived at the desk, eyes half-lidded and expression still dazed from having just been woken up. He was one of the resident neurologists, a young doctor who couldn’t be any older than Emily, and looked to be around Claire’s age. The quiet, slow pace of the coma ward suited his laid-back, borderline lazy personality well, and despite the fact that he couldn’t have worked here longer than a year, Emily felt like he was more of a natural part of the coma ward than an actual employee. “Hey Scott,” Claire smiled at him, and Emily allowed herself a small chuckle. It was painfully obvious that Claire had a thing for the resident doctor. The usually diligent and precise girl would get just that much more flustered and uncoordinated around him. Probably not enough that he noticed, but enough for Emily to pick up on it. Sarah crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently, “Where’s Katherine? She called the meeting, and now she’s keeping us all waiting.” No one answered, not wanting to feed Sarah’s vitriol towards their boss. As if on cue, however, the loud clack of heels on the tiled floor echoed down the hall, growing closer as their boss approached. A woman in a blue business suit turned the corner and stepped into view. She was an immaculate example of a professional. Her long, dirty blonde hair was tied up in a bun, her sharp eyes dotted around behind oval glasses, scrutinizing the staff. Her suit was properly fitted and her skirt was neither short enough to be provocative nor long enough to look awkward. She walked up to the nurses station and clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention, an unnecessary action considering everyone had stopped what they were doing and turned to her the second she rounded the corner. “Alright, listen up,” she began, “This is serious, so I want us to do this by the book. I’ll split you into pairs. One team searches this hallway’s patient rooms, another team searches the east hallway’s rooms, and the last team will do the supply room, storage, and the office. Once you’re all done, everyone report to me so I can report to administration. I want a full, thorough search. We don’t know the condition of the child, so they might not be able to make noise or move too much. Check anything small enough to hide an infant in. I know no one expects the child to be here, myself included, but I want to make absolutely sure. I will not have an infant’s death on my hands because we didn’t check a cabinet.” “What about breaks?” Sarah asked, “I was supposed to go on break after Valerie got back, and she was supposed to be on break now.” “Now really isn’t the time to be worrying about that,” Katherine answered back, her stern tone hiding thinly veiled irritation, “All breaks are to be postponed until after the ward has been thoroughly searched. After that, Valerie may take her break, and then you may take yours, like normal. Might I remind you all that this is an emergency situation.” Valerie shuffled uncomfortably as she rubbed her thighs together, and Emily shot her another sympathetic look. “Alright, I want Emily and Valerie together checking the east hallway, Claire and Scott together checking this hallway, and Sarah and Lydia together checking the offices. Any questions?” Everyone shook their head, and satisfied, Katherine nodded. “Alright! Let’s get going.” The groups broke off and Emily headed to where Valerie was. Emily’s own need made itself known again, but that was nothing compared to the urgent situation Valerie was in. “Sorry, hang in there!” Emily smiled apologetically, “Let’s get going! The sooner we can finish this up, the sooner you can go.” Valerie flashed her a surprised, worried look, “Did you forget? The staff bathroom in this ward is out of order, so the only working bathrooms were the ones right outside the ward. But we’re on lockdown, so I can’t leave.” Emily froze over in realization. It was true. The staff bathrooms had completely flooded a few weeks ago and they had to shut off the water. With hospital resources already stretched thin, fixing a single bathroom in one of the quieter wards wasn’t really a priority, so it had been locked up in a state of disrepair for a while. If it had been any other ward, that wouldn’t have been a big deal. Most rooms had bathrooms in them for the patients. However, the coma ward had been constructed with cost savings in mind. Coma patients didn’t typically need bathrooms, and the visitors could use the very accessible public bathrooms right outside the ward, and the one staff bathroom was thought to be enough for the nurses and doctors working there. “Oh shoot, you’re right,” Emily frowned, feeling her own full bladder. Suddenly, her decision to hold it was looking like a very bad idea. “Well, either way, I’m gonna have to hold it one way or another until we’re done with this search,” Valerie noted, “So let’s get going.” Ignoring their bladders, both her and Emily headed to the east hallway. The simplest thing would be to start at the far end and then work their way back, so they headed down to the final room and began the search. It was slow-going at first. Valerie was clearly distracted, and Emily was surprised at how many baby-sized places there were in the room of a coma patient. She was doing a relatively good job ignoring her bladder, especially compared to her obviously desperate friend, but bending over to look under and behind things would put an uncomfortable pressure on it, and she’d tense up her legs each time. Surprisingly, however, they eventually got into a swing, and with each room they searched, they got faster and faster. However, Emily could not ignore Valerie’s clear discomfort. She was restless, even when searching. Hopping from foot to foot, squeezing her legs together and crossing them as she stood, and dancing around trying to hold back the flood. Emily could see her bulging bladder clearly even from across the room, and it was clear she was holding back quite a lot. “Oh shit!” Valerie cursed, doubling over as she jammed her hands between her legs. She shuffled her legs frantically as she squeezed her eye shut, drawing in a sharp breath as she was struck with a wave of desperation. Emily’s own bladder spasmed sympathetically as she watched her friend struggle, but she fought back her own urges as she watched Valerie with concern. After a few moments, she straightened up and turned to Emily, “Sorry, just nearly lost it there. Let’s hurry and hope Katherine has an idea for the whole no bathrooms thing.” “Right!” Emily nodded, herself wanting to at least know what the game plan for that was. She wasn’t yet desperate, but her bladder was full enough that if the lockdown lasted for even just a few hours, she wasn’t going to last, and Valerie had even less time from the looks of it. The two continued to search the east hall, making short work of the rest of the rooms. Valerie still couldn’t keep still for a moment, but she didn’t have any more close calls, and Emily herself was able to push back any urges to pee. Unsurprisingly, the missing infant did not magically show up in any of the coma patient’s rooms, and by the end of their search, they kind of felt like they had just needlessly wasted their time. “Alright that’s the last place we need to check,” Emily replied. “Oh thank god!” Valerie sighed in relief. “Let’s head back to Katherine’s office. Hopefully the others are done now too.” The two made their way to the administrative office, Valerie shuffling along desperately the whole way down. By the time they got there, Claire and Scott were already standing and chatting, with Claire red-faced and grinning like a schoolgirl at whatever Scott was saying. She was shuffling in place slightly too, and ordinarily Emily would’ve written it off as just nerves from talking to someone she clearly liked. However, with her having put off a trip to the bathroom and with Valerie’s desperation on her mind, she wondered if Claire was also feeling the effects of a full bladder. It sounded like Katherine was talking on the phone to someone in her office, so they joined Claire and Scott in waiting, Valerie trying not to make her need super obvious even as she danced in place. Not too long after, Sarah and Lydia also arrived. Lydia looked drained, probably from being bossed around, and Sarah looked irritated, crossing her arms and tapping her foot as they waited for Katherine to be off the phone. Luckily for her, and also Valerie, it didn’t take too long for Katherine to free herself up and emerge from her office. She looked around at the staff that had gathered and nodded. “I presume given the lack of any squirming, crying infants that our ward’s clear?” Everyone nodded in confirmation, and Katherine nodded to herself. “I figured it was unlikely that any would-be kidnapper would hide themselves or the child in the coma ward, given how quiet it is. Still, you can never be too careful. I just got off the phone with the director. We won’t be allowed to open our ward up until all the wards have been searched, in case the kidnapper’s on the move. We don’t want them gaining access to an already searched ward and overlook them. Valerie, you’ll have to take your break here, and you too, Sarah, if the lockdown lasts that long.” “Um,” Valerie spoke up, “I actually had a bit of a question. What are we supposed to do about the bathroom?” Katherine paused, and her eyes lit up as if she just realized there were no bathrooms in the ward proper, with the only one they had access to being out of order. She furrowed her brow, as if trying to think of a solution, but then she shook her head. “I’m terribly sorry, but there’s nothing I can do about that. You’ll all have to wait until lockdown is over.” “What?” Sarah asked, the most irritated out of all of them, “That’s ridiculous.” Katherine shook her head, “Sorry, but we’re on lockdown, so we can’t leave the ward. I wouldn’t even have authorization to unlock the doors even if I wanted to break protocol, which I don’t. The best I can do would be to give you all authorization to use the medical supplies in the storage room.” “But we don’t have any bedpans in there,” Claire pointed out, “And we’re running low on catheter bags, last I checked. Not that I think any of us would want to use a catheter anyway.” Katherine lowered her stern, professional facade for a moment and flashed everyone an apologetic look, “I know, I’m really sorry, but my hands are tied too. I can’t exactly do anything about it. I’ll have to ask everyone to return to work, we’re going to try to maintain operations as much as possible in this state. Obviously that doesn’t include you, Valerie, you can take your break.” Everyone, with the exception of Scott, who was wearing the same dull, laid-back expression he always had, glanced around worriedly as they all parted ways. Emily herself was starting to grow concerned. Certainly she could hold out for a bit, but she was really regretting not going to the bathroom when she had the chance. Valerie, on the other hand, did not look thrilled, as she left the room behind Emily, she immediately doubled over and danced in pace. “Oh fuck oh fuck, Ems, I really… I really can’t hold it anymore, what should I do?” “Maybe you can find something in the storage room, like something to pee into,” Emily suggested, “I can even help you look.” Emily didn’t also want to admit that she wanted to find out if there was something she could pee into. Best case scenario was that they found something, and Valerie could finally pee and Emily could take the opportunity to relieve herself too. Worst case, they didn’t find anything, and Valerie would have an accident. Emily hoped, for Valerie’s sake as well as her own, that that second one didn’t happen. They made their way into the storage room, looking around for anything Valerie to use. At first Emily hoped they’d find a spare bedpan tucked away somewhere, but much like Claire said earlier, there weren’t any. Likewise, there weren’t any catheter bags left in the storage room either. There were plenty of catheters, and even a few bladder pumps, either for when patients needed help emptying their bladders or for when they needed to fill a patient’s bladder, mostly for ultrasound purposes. Yet there wasn’t a single container where Valerie could relieve herself into. “Sorry, Val,” Emily frowned, “It doesn’t look like there’s anything here.” “Shit, Ems,” Valerie was on the verge of tears, holding all her pent-up urine in, “I’m literally about to wet myself here!” Suddenly, an insane idea struck Emily, and she paused, wondering if she was really crazy enough to even suggest it. She glanced back at the catheters and the bladder pumps, and then to her squirming friend who truly looked to be ready to wet herself right there. “Hey, Val, this is gonna sound crazy, but maybe we can use these and I can… help you hold it.” Valerie looked at Emily and at the catheters and pump she had in her hands. Realization dawned on her face and her eyes grew wide. “Wait, you don’t mean you’re literally going to pump all my urine into you?” “Not all,” Emily shook her head, “You’re full to bursting there, and all that would do is make me wet myself instead. But I could probably take some of it and we can both make it out of this dry.” “That’s crazy,” Valerie pointed out. “It is, but I don’t see another option here,” Emily replied. Valerie gave one last look around as though she were searching for something, anything else to use, but she was then struck with another strong wave of desperation and doubled over, jamming both hands between her legs. “F-fine, let’s hurry!” The two dropped their bottoms and Emily got to work preparing the catheters as Valerie danced desperately. With no small amount of discomfort, Emily worked the catheter into her first, and felt her full bladder trying to push her urine out through the still-closed tube. She then helped Valierie with her end, no small feat considering how desperate her friend was, and finally the two hooked up the pump. “R-ready?” Emily asked, the catheter inside of her only heightening her own need. “Y-yeah,” Valerie nodded, her face bright red. Emily switched on the pump and winced as she felt it fight against her bladder, pushing Valerie’s urine into her. Valerie moaned in relief as her pent-up flood flowed out of her bulging bladder and into Emily. Emily’s desperation increased ten-fold as she felt her own bladder grow and distend, not expecting such a sharp influx of new fluid. As the two were sorting themselves out, however, the door to the storeroom opened, and Claire stepped in. She caught the two in their compromising position, and as her eyes darted from Valerie to Emily to the catheters and pumps between them, her face lit up like a christmas tree and she gave a meek “S-sorry!” and rushed back out of the room. Before Emily could fully register her embarrassment, though, her bladder quivered, and she looked over at Valerie. Her bulging bladder had all but vanished, and Emily herself was starting to get quite full. “O-okay, that’s all I can take,” Emily replied, switching off the pump, “Do you think you can hold it now?” “Y-yes,” Valerie nodded, “I’m still pretty full, but I was seriously on the verge of pissing myself earlier. I feel much better now. I can hold this.” “Good,” Emily nodded, “Now to take these out. Get ready. It’d be a shame if, after all the effort we put in, we both wound up wetting ourselves anyway.” Emily slowly removed Valerie’s catheter and she clamped down, letting out the smallest of spurts before she pulled up her pants and rubbed her abdomen. Emily herself did the same, slowly pulling the catheter out of her and clamping her muscles down as soon as it was free before she let out all the urine she had just pumped into herself. She let out a desperate moan as her bladder screamed for release, but the wave passed and soon the two were cleaning up and getting ready to head back to their stations. “I’ve still got about fifteen minutes left on my break, so I’ll keep trying to look for something to properly relieve myself,” Valerie replied, “If I find anything, I’ll let you know immediately.” “Thank you,” Emily nodded. She had been feeling pretty full even before she offered to help Valerie, and now that she had even more pee inside her, she was definitely feeling desperate. Even if she kept holding it, she wanted to at least know she had the option to go. The two made their way out of the room and Emily looked around for Claire, but she was nowhere to be seen. Whatever she had come into the storeroom for, she obviously didn’t need it enough to wait outside for them to be done. Valerie headed off somewhere and Emily returned to the main nurse’s station where she had been doing paperwork. Claire had seemingly already finished her own stack, but Emily’s was only half-finished. Emily sat down and crossed her legs, enjoying the brief relief sitting down and holding it without having to walk earned her. She got back to work, typing away and trying to ignore her full bladder. It was much harder than it had been before, and she sincerely hoped Valerie would come swooping in with something they could use to pee into. Unfortunately, as the time on Valerie’s break ticked away, she was nowhere to be seen. Another spasm struck Emily and she stopped typing briefly, jamming her hands between her legs. The desperation passed quickly, but she was finding it harder and harder to concentrate and push her need to the back of her mind. Damn, I really should’ve gone before the end of my break! I wish I had known we’d get locked in! Still, Emily didn’t want to dwell on that too much. Hindsight was 20/20, and it wasn’t like regretting her decision now was going to help her hold it until the end of lockdown. Instead, she buckled down, squeezed her thighs together, and continued working, hoping the paperwork would get her mind off of her need to pee, at least until she was done. Surprisingly, it worked, for the most part. Aside from the occasional pause where she had to hold herself or readjust her position to try to take pressure off her full bladder, she was able to get most of her work done while pushing back her desperation to the back of her mind. She was just finishing up when she had to stop again, crossing her legs desperately as she clamped down on her crotch. Before she got back to work, she heard the sounds of her boss’s footsteps. Katherine rounded the corner and, upon seeing Emily, headed straight for the nurse’s station. “Emily, would you mind helping Lydia make her rounds? She and Sarah were supposed to tend to the patients in the east hall, but Sarah was stubborn and wouldn’t wait to go on break even when I asked her to.” “Sure thing, I’ll just finish this up really quick, I’m on the last file, shouldn’t take me more than a couple minutes.” Katherine nodded, “Perfect, thank you. I know we’re on lockdown, but we’re expected to keep things running as much as possible.” She turned around and walked away, and Emily thought she seemed a little off, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. If anything it might just be the stress of the lockdown getting to her. She was probably talking with hospital administration about any number of things. Emily stood up to go find Lydia and immediately regretted it. Her bladder screamed at her and she jammed both of her hands between her legs, squeezing her legs together and dancing desperately in place as she tried not to leak. The wave passed, but she found walking was very uncomfortable, her bladder jostling in her abdomen with each step. She found Lydia starting to tend to one of the patients in the east hall, and entered the room to help her. Patients needed to be washed regularly and their sheets needed to be changed. They also needed to be repositioned so sores wouldn’t develop from lying down for so long, they needed to be monitored for any problems, and care needed to be taken that clots didn’t form in their legs from remaining immobile. Lydia was in the middle of sponging down the patient, and Emily found herself cursing mentally. Just earlier she was fantasizing about the excitement of having to hold it while splashing a bunch of water around, but now the sounds of it coupled with her full bladder felt like torture. For what it was worth, Lydia also looked slightly uncomfortable, shuffling from leg to leg as she bathed the comatose patient. The patient was named Elizabeth, a girl in her mid twenties that had been in a near-fatal car accident and lost a lot of blood. The coma ward was usually a really lonely place. Over time, people would make less and less trips to visit the patients here as they lost hope of them ever waking up. This girl was different, though. Even now there were fresh flowers in the vase on the table next to her bed, placed there by her boyfriend, who’d visit at least twice, maybe three times a week. He’d talk to her like she could hear him, eagerly regaling her with tales of his work day, and talking about all the amazing things they could do when she finally woke up. It didn’t matter at all to him that the chances of her ever waking up were in the single digits, and dropping each day she didn’t. Emily wasn’t sure if that made it worse or better. She joined Lydia in helping her sponge the patient down, ignoring her own desperation and focusing on Lydia’s. Her fellow nurse hadn’t said anything about it, but it was obvious that she had to pee pretty badly. Emily briefly wondered if her own need was so obvious, but she figured at the very least she was keeping herself more composed. Lydia knees buckled every time she had to wring out the sponge, and she bit her bottom lip every time the sound of water splashing off of the patient and into the basin beneath them got to her. Emily was grateful once they were done. She helped Lydia change the sheets and redress Elizabeth, and they lowered her back down onto the bed, hooking her back up to the various monitors. With that, the two moved slowly on. It was torture bathing some of the patients, and Emily was really feeling the effects of all the extra urine inside of her. But as bad of a state as she was in, it didn’t pale in comparison to Lydia. She was dancing around, unable to sit still, and it got to the point where she would visibly wince every time she so much as touched the water. Emily wasn’t sure if Lydia would make it through all the patients dry at this rate. While washing another one of the patients, an older man, Emily noticed a nasty rash near his IV injection site. “Oh, yikes, looks like Stephen has an infection,” she frowned, “We should change his injection site and put him on some antibiotics as soon as lockdown is over.” Lydia nodded, “Y-yeah.” Once they finished bathing him and changing his sheets, Emily took his temperature as Lydia shuffled off to grab supplies. Sure enough, he had a fever. It wasn’t urgent enough that they needed to alert Katherine, but Emily made a mental note to grab some broad-spectrum antibiotics from the hospital’s pharmacy as soon as lockdown was over. Or at the very least after a much-needed trip to the restroom. Lydia returned, shuffling back and handing the supplies to Emily. Emily worked quickly removing the old line and cleaning up the site, but when she moved to his other arm, she had a significant amount of trouble trying to find his vein. “Ah, Lydia, this guy’s veins are invisible I swear,” Emily frowned, “Can you help me with this? You’re always the best at finding veins.” Lydia looked down and frowned, “I’m… I’m sorry, I don’t… I don’t think I can. In truth, I really gotta pee. I’m bursting here. I don’t think I can sit still long enough to help. S-sorry.” Emily struggled a bit trying to find the vein before she bit her lip. She knew Lydia didn’t have much longer to hold it anyway, and she really needed her help. The only solution she could think of came back up, but Emily wasn’t sure how good of an idea that was considering she was also feeling quite desperate. She debated a few moments longer, but as she watched Lydia struggle and squirm, she knew she had to act fast or Lydia wouldn’t even make it to the storeroom. “H-hey, so,” Emily blushed, “I really need your help with this, and I doubt you’ll last much longer, I think I have an idea. I actually already helped Val out with this earlier.” Emily explained her idea and Lydia’s face lit up like a christmas tree. She squirmed around, clearly weighing her options, but in the end her swollen bladder won out over her embarrassment. “F-fine, but just enough so that I’m not on the verge of wetting myself. I doubt you can take all of this anyway.” “Yeah, I’ll stop it before it gets too much,” Emily replied. The two made their way back to the storage room, and on their way in, they saw Claire and Scott heading out of the storeroom together, with Claire blushing madly. At first Emily thought the two had finally hooked up and had sex in the storeroom, but then her eyes landed on Claire’s bulging bladder. Claire clearly was holding onto a lot, and Emily doubted the two had sex if she was that full. The two parted ways and Claire refused to meet Emily’s inquisitive gaze, instead beelining it back towards the nurse’s station. Scott sauntered off somewhere himself, leaving Lydia and Emily alone to use the storeroom. Having done it once with Valerie, Emily made quick work of the setup, trying to make it before Lydia straight-up wet herself on the floor of the storeroom. “Okay, here I go,” Emily replied, turning on the pump. She felt her bladder yell in protest as the foreign urine flooded in, and she bit her lip and gripped her thighs as the pressure built up. Last time it hadn’t been pleasant either, but this time there was so much extra pressure Emily was almost sure that if she didn’t have a catheter in, she’d be pissing herself. Lydia let out a sigh of relief as the contents of her bladder were transferred into Emily’s. She was certainly holding back a lot. With her bottoms down, Emily could see the swollen bump on her abdomen where her bladder sat. Emily wanted to give her as much relief as possible, but her own bladder was filling up fast, and she didn’t want to get to the point where she couldn’t hold it herself anymore. “I’m… I’m gonna need to stop it,” Emily warned Lydia. “No no, please, just a little bit more!” Lydia begged. Against her better judgement, Emily obliged, giving her a few more seconds of relief, but then she switched off the pump. Removing the catheters was much more of an ordeal since both were still much fuller than when she and Valerie had done the same thing, and Lydia even let out a few errant spurts before she was able to get it under control. Emily managed to stay dry somehow, and she quickly cleaned up and took care of the used catheters again. “Okay, I hope you’re feeling better,” Emily replied. “Much, thanks so much. Are you gonna be okay?” Lydia asked, pointing to the obvious bulge Emily was now sporting. “I’ll manage, I have to pee pretty bad, but I’m not on the verge of wetting myself yet,” Emily admitted. The walk back to Stephen’s room was awful. Emily’s bladder hadn’t yet gotten used to the new volume of fluid inside of her, so she struggled to walk straight as she followed Lydia back. Lydia helped with the IV, and the two headed to the next room. Everything was so much worse now that Emily’s bladder was more full. Sponging down the patients was torture, with the sounds and feeling of the water driving her crazy. She could barely focus on anything but her desperation, even as she helped Lydia tend to the patients and change their bedding. Bending over to help with that was agony, and Emily began looking around for anything else they could use to properly relieve themselves. The wash basins were no good. They only had one and they needed to be kept clean for the patients. The handwashing station did have a drain, disposing urine down it was strictly prohibited, and if the two were caught, Katherine would certainly have something to say about it. There weren’t any bedpans around the ward either, most of them having been snatched by nurses from the other wards where they were needed more frequently. The more rooms she scanned as they were tending to the patients, searching for any alternatives, the worse the prospects got, and as much as she hated to admit it, it looked like they would just have to keep holding until the lockdown was over. With immense difficulty, Emily finally finished helping Lydia with the patients, and the two were sent hobbling down the halls back to the nurse’s station. Emily would have to write a report for Stephen’s infection, and Lydia had some medical records to file. On there way there, they passed by Sarah and Valerie, who were helping their own set of patients. Both of them looked worse for wear as well, with Valerie dancing around, nearly back to her heights of desperation from before, and Sarah shuffling uncomfortably. It gave the impression that everyone in the ward had to pee. The two sat down and Emily let out a light sigh, finding it much easier to hold it while sitting down. Still, she was much more restless than earlier before she had helped Lydia, and she honestly wasn’t sure she’d be able to keep holding it if the lockdown was going to last much longer. Still, in spite of her desperation, she had work to do. The turned her attention to the computer and began typing out the report of Stephen’s rash and infection. It was slow-going, though. Every few minutes she was forced to stop and focus on holding it, and she was really getting desperate. As she typed, squirming in her seat and doing her best to ignore the mounting pressure in her abdomen, she heard unsteady footsteps quickly hobbling towards the nurse’s station. She looked up and spotted Claire, a hand jammed between her legs, making her way towards the nurse’s station. “H-hey, Emily, do you mind helping me with something for a second?” Emily really didn’t want to stand up, but she didn’t have a reason to say no, and she felt really bad watching Claire dance around desperately as she waited for her response. “Sure,” Emily nodded. She carefully prepared to stand up, getting up slowly as to not put pressure on her full bladder. A wave of desperation washed over her and she gripped the arm of her chair as she tensed her legs up so she wouldn’t leak. As soon as the wave passed, she followed Claire and the two hobbled their way around the corner, just out of earshot of the nurse’s station. The second they did so, Claire whirled around, jamming both hands between her legs and nearly doubling over. “Emily, I’m about to wet myself,” she cried in a hushed whisper, “Please, I know it’s a lot to ask, but… that thing I saw you doing with Valerie, can you do it for me?” Emily felt her own swollen bladder. She was pretty desperate herself, and she didn’t think she could take much more. “I’m… I’m sorry, I’m also quite full,” Emily answered honestly, placing a hand on her full bladder and showing Claire the bulge. Claire’s knees buckled as she drew in a sharp breath. She was in pretty bad shape. “Please,” she begged, “Just a little. Any amount is fine, I seriously can’t hold it anymore!” “I really can’t-” Claire gripped Emily’s arm, “Please! Listen, I… I know I shouldn’t have, but I helped Scott the same way you helped Valerie. I mean, he seemed like he was really uncomfortable so I offered. I just wanted to make him feel better. I know you know I really like him, so… I wasn’t thinking straight, and took all of it.” “All of it?” Emily exclaimed. Claire nodded, lifting up her scrubs and revealing a seriously swollen bladder. “I’m seriously about to burst here, and if I wet myself after helping Scott like that... “ she paused, lowering her shirt and jamming her hands back between her legs, “Listen, I really can’t hold it! It’s gonna come out!” Emily felt exceedingly bad for Claire, and in truth, she did want Claire and Scott to wind up together. Scott didn’t wear his emotions on his sleeve like Claire, so it was hard to get a read out of him, but from what she had observed, he certainly was closer to Claire than anyone else. Certainly close enough to be comfortable partially undressing in front of her, even if it was for the purpose of getting relief. Emily wasn’t in a position to take any more urine, but in spite of that, she let out a heavy sigh and gave in. “F-fine, but just enough that you won’t immediately wet yourself. You’ll still have to bear with it until lockdown’s over,” Emily replied. Claire nodded and the two rushed as quickly as their unsteady steps could take them to the storage room. Claire was eager to drop her bottoms, flashing Emily with her panties, the crotch already soaked through. Emily herself wanted to hurry and get this over with. The last thing she needed was anyone else catching them. For the third time that night, Emily got them set up, and soon the machine was pumping Claire’s urine into her body. The pressure was once again unbearable, but she put up with it as she watched Claire bask in the relief, throwing her head back. Given her near-orgasmic moan of relief, and her soaked panties, she must’ve been on the verge of wetting herself. It didn’t take long for Emily to get to the point where she was worried she’d go past her limits, and she reached for the off switch. Claire’s relief be damned, she couldn’t take any more. However, just as she went to switch the machine off, the door opened and Katherine rushed into the storeroom. Emily had never seen her boss looking so uncomposed or disheveled. Her collar was crooked and her business skirt was partially unzipped. She had both hands jammed between her legs, and she was dancing in place profusely, clearly desperate. She caught the eyes of the two other occupants, and quickly realized what the two were doing. She quickly looked away, continuing to shuffle desperately as she faced the door, but she did not leave. Emily felt her bladder spasm in protest and she realize she hadn’t switched off the pump yet. She quickly flipped it and Claire let out a brief shudder as she felt the relief end abruptly. Emily herself had taken on quite a bit more than she had anticipated, and she was seriously wondering if she was even going to be able to get the catheter out without wetting herself. “You two,” Katherine spoke in a disapproving tone, trying to sound as professional as possible even as she performed a desperate pee dance before them, “That’s highly inappropriate use of hospital supplies and equipment.” “I thought you said we could use whatever, I was seriously about to wet myself,” Claire pointed out. “Y-yes, I did say that, but still, hospital regulations don’t approve… that kind of use for them. Who’s idea was this?” Claire was about to raise her hand, but Emily spoke first, “It was mine. I was the first person to come up with this.” “Very well. Claire, you’re excused,” Katherine replied, “Emily, you stay here, and don’t remove your catheter just yet.” Emily was more than happy to oblige. The catheter was sealed off and even though she felt pressure mounting in her system, she didn’t think she was going to leak until she tried to remove it. The second Claire left the room, Katherine bolted over to Emily, “Let me use you too. I’m wetting myself here. I really can’t hold it anymore.” “I really can’t… take anymore in me, I’ll seriously wet myself,” Emily replied. “T-that’s not my problem. You came up with this crazy idea, and unless you want an official write-up, you’ll do as I say.” This wasn’t like Katherine at all. She’d never abuse her powers like this. She must really be on the verge of wetting herself. Katherine didn’t wait for a response, instead reaching for one of the unused catheters and preparing it. With a few leaks and a clear expression of discomfort, she coached it up her urethra and hooked it into the end of the pump that Emily still had connected to her own catheter. Katherine switched on the pump herself, and Emily let out a whimper as Katherine’’s urine flooded out of her. With her tighter business suit, Emily could clearly see the bulge jutting out from Katherine’s abdomen. She had a lot, and Emily wasn’t even sure if Katherine would let her stop even if she begged. Feeling the pressure grow more and more, Emily let out moan after moan of desperation as she wriggled in place. She could feel her bladder distending to uncomfortably full levels. With all the pee inside of her, she would be surprised if she could get the catheter out dry, let alone hold it until the lockdown ended. “P-Please, stop, no more, I can’t,” Emily cried. Katherine wasn’t listening anymore, though. She merely continued letting the pump drain her swollen bladder’s contents into Emily, until her bulge had significantly reduced in size. Only then did she finally stop the pump, and with great care she removed her own catheter and clamped her hand down before any leaks could escape. “I’m terribly sorry, I wasn’t actually going to write you up if you had said no, I just really, really had to go.” Emily wasn’t paying attention. She couldn’t. The sudden influx of urine from both Claire and Katherine was too much. Her bladder was screaming at her for relief, and she didn’t think she could move, let alone remove her catheter and continue with her duties here. I… I gotta… I need to pee so bad! “I’ll let you stay in here to sort yourself out. You can take a fifteen,” Katherine replied, “I appreciate you letting me relieve myself a little, so I’ll do at least that much.” Emily nodded, still trying to fight back the wave of pressure and desperation, and heard Katherine leave. Finally, she was able to right herself, and slowly slide the catheter out of her. The second it did, she let out a spurt that spattered onto the floor, and she tensed her whole body, shaking in the effort to stop the flow. By some miracle she managed, clamping down on her crotch and stopping any more leaks. Still, every movement was agony, and as she cleaned up herself and the floor, she could feel every movement send waves of pressure through her bladder. Somehow, she managed to hold it as she finished taking care of the used catheters, but as she fixed her clothes and left the storeroom, she let another leak out, and was forced to jam both hands between her legs. The pressure was too much. She wasn’t sure how she’d make it back even to the nurse’s station, let alone sit there and hold it for who knew how long. Maybe if she found Valerie, she could explain what happened and try to get her to at least alleviate some of her now monstrous desperation, but she doubt between the two of them it would help any. No… I’m at my limit! I can’t… I really can’t hold it! With her thighs clamped together and both hands between her legs, she slowly staggered towards the nurse’s station, each step nearly causing her to lose it. She let out another leak and her panties were now in a similar shape to Claire’s. She wouldn’t be surprised, given how desperate everyone was, if everyone’s panties were in similar states.. Breathing heavily as she trudged along, all she wanted to do was for lockdown to be over so she could pee into a proper toilet. She just barely made it to the nurse’s station as it was, unsteadily making her way back towards her computer. She looked at the screen, but her eyes refused to focus on it. Lydia, who was still squirming desperately in her seat behind her, turned around. “Yikes, Emily, what happened? You look almost pregnant there.” “Pee… so much… Claire just wanted me to take a little, but Katherine caught us, and she needed to… she made me take way more. Can’t… can’t hold it.” “Oh geez,” Lydia frowned, “I’m really sorry. Do you think it’ll help if I take any back? I really don’t want to but you look much worse than me right now.” Emily wanted to say yes, but to be honest, she wasn’t even sure if she’d make it back to the storeroom in this state. It was all she could do to stay seated and keep herself as dry as possible. She didn’t think walking was going to work anymore. Suddenly, the overhead sound system crackled to life, and Emily let out a spurt in surprise. She clamped down, and in the back of her mind, focused on the announcement. Apparently, the child had been found, and the lockdown was over. “That’s a relief, we can finally go!” Lydia leapt up, and Emily could hear the sounds of Sarah and Valerie shuffling out of their rooms and also beelining it to the bathroom. Claire bolted in her mad rush to make it as well. “Come on, Emily! You need relief more than I do right now!” It was true, but there was no way Emily was going to make it, and she knew it. She stood up in spite of this, letting out a long, hot spurt out into her panties. The leak quickly soaked through and showed up as a wet spot on her scrub’s pants, and she tensed her body up trying to hold on. She let out a moan and took a few more unsteady steps in the direction of the bathroom, but it was a fruitless effort. She dribbled a little with each step, and she wasn’t five steps down the hall before she was letting out full on leaks every time her foot hit the ground. She was at her limit, and the insane flood she was keeping pent up inside her would be held back no more. Her legs buckled underneath her as she burst, pee erupting from between her legs and spattering onto the ground. Her panties and not even her scrub’s pants did anything to stop the high pressure stream from spraying out of her and splashing loudly on the ground beneath her. Lydia’s own legs buckled as she heard Emily’s accident, and she rushed off before she joined in on Emily’s unplanned relief. Emily let out a loud, orgasmic moan as the insane pressure in her abdomen relieved herself. She threw her head back and let out hot, ragged breaths as she pissed herself. Pee continued to stream down, soaking her pants fully and pooling in the growing river, and yet even as she kept peeing, if felt like the insane pressure inside of her was only just beginning to lessen. Halfway through, the sheer pleasure and haze of her relief subsided, being replaced with embarrassment, and she made a few half-hearted attempts to stem the flow so she could get at least half of it into the toilet down the hall. However, her taxed bladder was having none of it, and she resigned to simply pee there. Finally, after what felt like ages, her high pressure flow began to taper off, and she was no longer peeing full force. Eventually, it stemmed to a trickle, and then a couple of drops as her bladder finally emptied itself fully. “Oh, oh my,” Katherine spoke from behind her. At some point during her accident, the woman had apparently arrived in the hallway, likely also on her way to the bathroom. Emily turned around, seeing her boss looking at her disapprovingly, and at first she wanted to cry. However, then Katherine’s expression softened to a sympathetic look, “I’m sorry, this is my fault, isn’t it? I shouldn’t have made you take so much from me.” She leaned in, Hugging Emily while taking care not to touch her soaked pants. “Honestly I wasn’t thinking straight. I was really desperate and… honestly, a little aroused after seeing what you and Claire were doing,” Katherine admitted, “But I took advantage of you and used my position of authority over you inappropriately. That was unprofessional of me. For that, I’m deeply sorry.” “I’m… I’m not mad, I knew that wasn’t like you, I just... I just couldn’t hold all of that in anymore,” Emily noted, still sounding on the verge of tears. “It’s okay. The lockdown was stressful on everyone, it’s not your fault this happened. I’ll get a janitor on this. Go get yourself cleaned up down at the showers, then meet me back up in my office. I’ll make all this up to you, okay? I am really sorry, once again,” ” Katherine replied, speaking in a soft, sultry voice towards the end. Emily nodded, and as she started heading down to the showers, she turned her head and watched Katherine. She wasn’t sure what her boss meant by making it up to her, but it was clear Katherine had a hidden side that she often didn’t show others. She wondered if she saw some of that tonight, and if she’d see more of it in the future. Now that she felt better, Emily reflected upon the lockdown, and her decision to hold it at first. She hadn’t ever expected it to turn into a full-blown accident, but in the end she had ultimately accomplished what she initially set out to do. She made the night much more exciting, and she had definitely gotten a taste of that orgasmic relief you could normally only achieve by holding it at the limit for hours on end. Even though at the end it was almost agonizing just holding it, overall she didn’t have a bad time, and the residual, tingling relief she still felt was well worth it. She would definitely have to experiment with this a little more, but maybe she’d wait until they had working bathrooms in the ward next time, in case of another lockdown. - The End -
  18. The Customers come first Commission from holdinginpee . Almost running down the street Michelle was cursing her broken Alarm, checking her watch she was only a couple of minutes late this time. Although as she felt her phone buzz in her pocket once again and going off the texts she hadn’t opened from her boss, she probably wasn’t going to be a good mood today. Rounding the corner of the building she slowed to a brisk walk, not wanting it to be too obvious how late she was. Looking around she could only see one other person, a blonde girl who seemed to be nervously waiting at the bust stop. The city centre unusually quiet this morning, but the sounds of not so distant road works still made it feel like normal. “You’re late” A shout rang out as Michelle pushed open the large mirrored doors. “Sorry, there was some construction or something. The bus was stuck in traffic.” She mumbled slightly, knowing it wouldn’t probably help. “No Excuses Michelle, team meeting in the staff room now!” “Can I just….” “No, everyone is waiting” Her boss said sternly. Walking in Michelle could see she was the last one to arrive, the others already disrobed and standing around naked. It was still odd to witness even after 8 months of working at Al Demur’s. She hadn’t even known this place existed until her friend Sophie had told her about it. The adult only establishment that was clearly a Hooters clone, just with less clothing. The exclusively female staff came in all shapes, sizes and skin tones and was known for waiting on the customers in the nude, it could be a little demeaning at times but the pay was just too good to turn down. “Hey Michelle” A voice greeted her. Turning around Michelle could see Ellie struggling to fasten the small apron around her back. The thin and clearly too small to be functional design not hiding anything, but apparently it cleared the food hygiene regulations. In some ways she felt a little Jealous of the three of four girls that got to wear them, although from her understanding the pay wasn’t as good. “What’s up with Sandra?” Michelle asked her friend, walking behind her to help tie the thin strip of fabric behind her back. “Thanks. No idea, just know she called this emergency meeting this morning. Didn’t you get your text’s from her?” The shorter girl asking. “I…uh, may have ignored them. I thought she was just going to be complaining about me being late again.” Michelle responded, finishing tying up the bow for her friend. “Yeah well she probably was. you really should be more careful with that. You know how strict she can be, its just a good job you bring in a lot of tips.” Ellie said as Michelle started to strip out of her clothes for her shift. Her dark skin, long shinning hair and toned athletes’ body being revealed slowly. When she had gotten accepted into university she had never thought she would end up working somewhere like this, but at least her hard work on the track was paying for it in more than one way. “Can I have your attention please girls” their boss Sandra shouted unnecessarily loudly for the small room they were in, the group of a dozen or so women turning to look at her. “So I have some bad news, there is a burst water main on the High-street and while repairs are ongoing, we do not have any water since the whole area has been turned off.” A series of murmurs went through the crowd, how could they open without water to offer customers, or clean anything. “Now, luckily I managed to get a large supply of water from the Wholesaler this morning which has just been delivered. So we have plenty to offer guests should they need it and for you guys as well. Also, as some of you will know the system for our washing stations run off its own water supply, it should contain enough to last the day but please take care not to waste any.” She said, her eyes scanning the group, staring intently at each of them. “Unfortunately, this lack of water does affect our toilets and coffee machine, but I don’t think we should have a problem. We have instant coffee that we can serve by filling the hot water machine manually with bottled water.” “What about the toilets, where do we go?” A voice asked nervously. Michelle recognised that voice as her friend Sophie, she didn’t know she was working this shift. Maybe she had switched with someone, something she might regret doing if the toilets were out. She was well known for being a frequent peer, the short black haired woman seemingly cursed with a small bladder. Normally it wouldn’t be too much of an issue, Michelle had many times covered for her tattooed friend as she dashed to the ladies room. But she had a feeling today wouldn’t be that easy. “I was getting to that” Sandra said, a displeased look on her face from being interrupted. “Now im afraid, there are no facilities available to use here, and all the other businesses around us are also closed for the day. So you are just going to have to hold it.” “For the whole day?” Sophie asked nervously. “Yes. And on that note, the customers. Since we are an establishment that has a liquor licence we must legally offer our patrons the use of facilities or be shut down. As such, I also spent the morning acquiring these to help in that matter” Sandra said, holding up a number of clear plastic tubes. “These are Catheters…” “You can’t be serious” Michelle couldn’t help but blurt out at the absurdity of what her boss was suggesting. “I am very much serious Michelle. You all know how much we have been struggling to draw in customers these days, this is the perfect chance to do just that. With all of the others establishments closed we are sure to pick up any stragglers and im sure once they experience our wonderful hospitality they will be back.” “So, we aren’t able to pee ourselves and you want us to let the customers relieve themselves in us?” Another of the waitresses asked in a similarly shocked tone. “Exactly” Sandra said, clearly not picking up on the disbelief of the previous statement. “You can’t be serious” Sophie said, repeating Michelle’s earlier sentiment. “Look, I know this is a little unusual. But I really think this will be good for us, and to that end and as a show of good faith I am offering triple overtime to you all.” A number of the women exchanged glances with that last comment, that was a lot of money for one days work. Their already generous pay check becoming absurdly large with that bonus, they could be making what someone on a minimum wage made in a month, just by holding their pee for 10 hours. They could do that right, it wouldn’t be too bad? At that moment their worry an inhibitions about such a strange things were almost instantly overcome by thoughts of new cars or holidays. “Well I’m in.” a voice interrupted their day dreams, it was Lola. The petite brunette picking up her notepad and seemingly getting ready for the day, unaffected by the odd bathroom measures. But it was no surprise to any of them that she would be the most comfortable with this, despite her tiny stature she never seemed to need to pee while guzzling down bottle after bottle of water. Michelle had found herself gagging for a bathroom break on only her second day of work, it was Lola that had covered for her at the time. Quickly refusing when she offered to repay the favour, even claiming that she only ever used the toilet at her home. A claim that Michelle had doubted at the time but she hadn’t been proven wrong yet, although she was sure today would test that. “One last thing, if any of you dare to pee yourselves or someone at the table you are working does It’ll be coming out of your wages, and you can kiss the overtime goodbye too.” Sandra finished, obviously pleased as a couple of worried glasses were exchanged between the waitresses. But with the first person agreeing, it seemed the others felt more assured and quickly followed suit. All but Michelle and Sophie had now left to get back to work. “Are you…are you going to do this too?” Sophie asked nervously. “Yeah, I mean with my college fees this could really help.” “Yeah, Im behind on my rent, I just…I don’t know if I will be able to last the full day without peeing.” Sophie said, blushing deeply. It was no secret she peed frequently, but it was still embarrassing to admit as much. “Look, if it gets too much im sure we can find some way of helping. I mean we can all share it out between us right?.” Michelle responded, although she herself wasn’t too keen on the idea of holding her pee all day. She considered herself to have a pretty large bladder but she couldn’t imagine what it was going to be like later. “Ok. Thanks Michelle.” Walking back out into the main room she could see Sandra unlocking the main doors. The young blonde woman she noticed earlier still stood outside, looking towards to road as an older gentleman walking into the place past her. “You alright Rob, you want the regular?” Michelle asked. “Yes please darlin, two…” “Two sugars, dash of milk and a slice of Apple pie with no cream” She finished his order, smiling at the familiarity. Chuckling slightly he grabbed a stool at the counter, “Look, by the time you get to my age you know what you like” “You ok with instant coffee, machine’s out today?” “Oh yeah, its all the same to me. But if you need someone to come have a look at it, I can call my son and ask him to have a look?” “Ah, no it’s the water main in the street. Machine is fine.” Michelle said smiling again, Rob was definitely her favourite customer. Never ogling her or the others or making comments, he just seemed to act as if it was a regular café, not one filled with beautiful naked women. She had asked him about it once, but he just made some joke about giving his heart a work out to make sure it keeps ticking. “Here you go” Michelle said, sitting down the slightly larger than average slice of pie and the steaming cup of coffee. Hearing the bell above the door ding she looked up to see the young blonde girl walking in, choosing a booth near the large windows facing the road. Looking around Michelle could see a number of other waitresses standing around nervously. Clearly the ultimatum of losing the overtime was making them nervous about accepting tables this early in the day. Sighing deeply she could see how today would go, but she grabbed her notebook and made her way over. “Hi, can I get you anything?” “Oh…um no im ok thanks” “Sure thing, Im sorry to ask this but do you have any id? This place is 18+ only” “Oh…uh yeah, here you go” she said, handing over a student id. “Thank you, sorry about that” “Its no prob..” “Why hello there beautiful” Came a snide remark from another patron sliding into the booth opposite the young woman. “I love this place” he added, giving Michelle a once over with his eyes and raising them suggestively. “Excuse me I think this booth is taken” She started, Michelle instantly recognising the customer. He had been in and almost banned a number of times, but he seemed to just think it was part of their game. Just the thought of him trying to schmooze or flirt with the young woman made her skin crawl. If she had any, she was sure the hairs on her arms would have stood up. “No…its ok.” The blonde-haired woman responded to Michelle’s surprise. It seemed that somehow the two of them knew each other. “You heard her, now get us a couple of beers would you love” He said, despite it being 9am. “Sure thing” Creep, she added in her head walking away. Without looking Michelle knew the man would be staring at her ass, what she wouldn’t give to ram something preferably large up his smarmy backside. Over the next couple of hours, it seemed Sandra had been right about the other closures being bad for business. The typical handful of patrons had turned into a couple of dozen, although thankfully very few stayed for long which was making the other waitresses more relaxed about the whole thing. Michelle had been keeping an eye on the table near the window, serving a number of beers to the pair as they sat talking. Whatever was happening the man clearly wasn’t happy about it, the blonde now sitting rigidly with her back up against the booth. Watching she saw him reach out and grab the woman’s hand that was resting on the table, only for her to pull it away and shift in her seat. “Ok that’s it” she said to Lola, currently stood next to her and totalling a bill for one of her own tables. Walking over quickly Michelle was tempted to just throw him out. Although she cursed the fact he hadn’t technically done anything against the rules, she was sure the place could do without his business today. “Is this man bothering you?” She asked, interrupting the pair. “Excuse me!” he shouted loudly, turning to look at Michelle and for the first time her face. “I can make him leave if he is” She added, looking him dead in the eyes and wishing he would give her an excuse. “No….its….he’s my dad” the young woman stammered. Now it was making sense, although why anyone would let this guy near them was another thing she couldn’t help but wonder. “Oh ok…im sorry, its just it looked like he wa….” “What the actual fuck is happening over there?” The man shouted loudly, his gaze going past her. Following his eyes a couple of booths over she was surprised to see Lola hooked up to a rather red faced and squirming woman. She was clearly needing to pee pretty badly, but after a moment the customers face became more relaxed as a clear liquid rushed through the plastic tubing connecting her to Lola. On the other side a slight look of discomfort was clear on Lola, a strange gaze frozen on her face for several seconds. “What kind of freak show are you running here today?” The man at her booth shouted at her. “I….The toilets are out of order for today due to a burst water main. So to comply with state regulations and stay open we still need to offer our patrons somewhere to…relieve themselves.” “So that woman is pissing into your friend?” He said exasperated, his eyes now glued to the nake woman being filled a few booths over. “To put it crudely, yes” Michelle responded, she was going to have to get better at explain this. “Wait…” he said, a wicked smile across his face. “So you are telling me that if I want to relieve myself, I get the privilege of having one of you beauties handling my…” He stopped, nodding downwards to his genitals. “Yes you do, but I feel I should remind you that sexual harassment is not tolerated here” “Hey im happy with any harassment you might want to do…sexually” he interrupted. “and also, you are currently talking to someone who would have the privilege of inserting something inside it” She continued, hoping to put him off. But juging by the look on his face that wasn’t happening. “How do you know im not into that” He smiled. “Pervert” She couldn’t help it, it had just come out that time. “Excuse me im a customer, you cant talk to me like that!” “Sorry, if you would like me to get one I can have a go, but I must say im a bit of a klutz” Michelle said now revelling in the look of realisation crossing the mans face. The clear picture of what she might accidentally do to him coming to mind. “On second thought, I think I don’t need to go after all” He said, adjusting himself in his seat. “Good choice” Michelle added, walking away. It wasn’t totally true, the way the catheters were set up she wouldn’t need to insert anything. But he didn’t need to know that. “Excuse me can I get the bill please” A man asked as she walked back to the desk. “Yes, no problem.” Michelle replied, cleaning her mind of the previous customer and trying not to take it out on the young man asking. Thankfully, this wasn’t her table so that would give her a couple more moments to compose herself. “Hey Lacey, your table wants its bill.” She said to another member of staff, the slightly older but bustier woman nodding and heading in his direction. “Is Ned still being a jackass?” Lola asked next to her, storing the Catheter behind the desk. “Yeah, why do we let him in this place. He is such a creep” Michelle sighed. “Like we get anything else” She joked. “Hey, do you have the catheter thing Lola?” Lacey whispered having returned with the cash from the bill. “My guys have said they both need to go”. “Yeah sure, here you go.” Lola said, grabbing the tubing she had only just put away. “You know how to use it?” “Yeah, I had a girl ask earlier” Lacey replied, a faint wavier in her voice as she spoke before grabbing the tubing and going back to the two waiting men sat cross legged at the table. “Want me to take them?” Lola asked, pointing her head to a couple walking through the door, the small bell dinging. “Yeah sure, if you want too?” “More tables means more tips” Lola winked, picking up a pair of lunch menus and going to greet the new arrivals. “Excuse me” came another voice, looking up from the till it was the blonde haired woman from Neds table. He himself seemed to have disappeared out the door which was at least something to be thankful for. “Hi, how can I help. Was everything ok with your table?” “Yes it was thank you. i…I just wanted to apologise for him.” “Oh no he is in here all the time and trust me, its not you that should be apologising for him.” “Thank you, I still feel bad. I should have known this was a bad idea after he suggested this place” The woman responded. “Suggested this place?” Michelle asked confused, her elbows now resting on the desk. “Oh no sorry I didn’t mean anything by that. Its just you know, we haven’t seen each other in a few years and the first place he suggests to meet up is a place full of Naked women. I should have known he hadn’t changed.” “Don’t worry I get it. We attract a lot of people like him here. Its fine honestly.” She finished, pausing for a moment as the blonde stood there awkwardly. “Is there anything else I can help with?” “I….um, are the bathrooms still closed?” She asked nervously. Michelle noticing her tightly crossed legs for the first time, she was clearly desperate. “Unfortunately, they are.” “Oh ok” she said blushing. “But, im sure you have seen the uh…service we are offering today? And despite what I said to your Fr…Dad, we don’t actually have to insert anything.” “I…..is everywhere closed, maybe I can make it across the street?” “Sorry, it’s the whole town centre by the sounds of things.” “Ok, Im sorry but I think im going to have to go. I don’t really drink alcohol and its really making me need to pee. Plus I got up really early this morning and haven’t peed yet because I didn’t want to miss him.” She stammered out, apparently trying to rationalise or explain herself to Michelle and not make her think she was just taking advantage of her. “Its fine honestly” Michelle said again, her voice soft and calm in an attempt to put the young woman at ease, even though she had now started to bounce on the spot. Apparently admitting her need to someone else was making it much more real and harder to hide. Reaching under the counter Michelle pulled out her connecter. She hadn’t used it yet, but after a few seconds she managed to attach it to herself and connected the longer tube for the patrons. “How do we….?” The young girl asked, her jeans not offering any easy solutions without asking the woman to take them off in the middle of the busy building. “Follow me” Michelle said, beckoning her over to the women’s room. An out of order sign displayed on it, but the door still opened and the pair entered into the secluded spot. “Is this ok?” Michelle asked, turning around to see the girl hurriedly wrestling with her jean’s buttons, her face red and clearly far more desperate than she had let on out there. “I’ll take that as a yes.” “Im sorry, I just really need to go” “Its fine, here you go” she said handing over the other end of the pipe to the young woman. Taking the strange funnel device, she rammed it quickly between her legs and almost instantly liquid began flowing out of her and through the tube. Looking down Michelle watched it race along the clear plastic and disappearing into her. “Oh” Michelle exclaimed as her body suddenly tensed slightly, a strange warm feeling filling her lower body as the urine flowed between the two women. For more than 30 seconds it continued, with Michelle starting to feel her bladder and skin stretch, despite the customers small frame she sure could hold a lot in her bladder. A fact that was clearly written on her face which was far more relaxed. After another 20 seconds and couple of extra spurts the blonde ran dry. “Im really sorry about that, but I just couldn’t hold it” She said, handing the other end back to Michelle. “No…its ok”. The new liquid was sitting heavily in her bladder, the odd process of being filled through the catheter new to her mind and body. Suddenly the door opened, a pair of women bursting through it with a desperate look in their eyes. “Oh…im so sorry” One of them stuttered, turning their head while the other covered their eyes. The relieved blonde’s jeans still around her ankles. “We saw you guys coming in here and thought the bathrooms were fixed.” “Im sorry they are not.” “I cant hold it Beth, the younger of the two said, her hands buried in her crotch as she started to dance on the spot. “I know Lorry. Im sorry to ask this but can we…can we you know.” She said pointing at the tube currently still attached to Michelle. “I mean I think we are only supposed to take the people at our tables. Do you know who your waitress was. I can try and find her.” “She had purple hair and a nose piercing. “That’s Melody, I’ll go and find her.” “Im sorry, I don’t think I can wait that long” Lorry said, looking between her legs as a clear dark patch was spreading out from her crotch. The light brown material becoming much darker as she started to lose control. “Oh god, I stopped it. Please!” she begged. The patch around her crotch stopping about the size of an apple. Michelle knew the poor girl had no time to spare so against her best judgement she handed the other end of the funnel to the leaking woman. The dark patch of wetness slowly absorbing into the material of her trousers. “Oh thank you, thank you thank you OOOHHHH” she groaned loudly, her body convulsing. In a flash her trousers were around her ankles and the device was between her legs. A think stream escaping before it was fully in position and a few drops spilling onto the floor. A rush of her almost perfectly clear pee shot through the tube at some speed and Michelle felt it enter her stretching bladder. The second and more sudden influx causing her muscles to spasm, Michelle’s bladder twitching as it filled far faster than it was use too. Pursing her lips she tried not to show any discomfort to the customers, their needs were her duty to look after. After 30 seconds she was relieved to see the flow starting to slow, finally coming to an end with her bladder feeling much heavier and fuller than before. “Please Lorry, I need it too.” The other woman demanded, outstretching a hand to her friend, gratefully being given the end of the funnel still attached to Michelle. “No i….please” Michelle started but was interrupted as she felt her bladder being forced open once again. “Oooo” the woman squeaked again while ignoring Michelle’s pleading. “I was about to lose it too” She stammered, another heavy stream flowing down into Michelle’s bulging bladder. Closing her eyes Michelle did her best not to groan as the weight inside her seemed to increase instantly. The flow far slower than the last two, but now she was already so full it felt so much worse. A minute later Michelle was gritting her teeth, wondering if it would ever stop. Her bladder now protruding through her skin and easy to see on her toned and athletic body. A small pouch jutting out of her, now containing far more pee than she was use to holding. Eventually the flow stopped and the woman handed back the tube, evidently more relaxed. Pulling up their pants and opening the door the two of them turned to look at Michelle, who was in no place to follow them out at the moment. “Are you ok? They asked “yes, you go ahead.” Michelle responded, ignoring the confused glances as the walked out. As soon as the door closed Michelle had to double over, grunting she held her inflated bladder with both hands. Her bladder now holding hers plus three other bursting women’s contents, its was too much too quickly. Air hissed out from between her teeth as she clenched every muscles in her body not to loose control. Cupping her bladder with her hands she could feel the tendons and muscles shifting inside her. The sudden intake of so much liquid sending shockwaves through her body. Breathing deeply she calmed herself and her muscles managed to adapt to the new conditions. Standing up straight Michelle paused for a moment, before pushing the door open and leaving the out of order toilets. Spotting the curvy Purple haired waitress, a couple of booths over she made a b-line for her. “You owe me one” Michelle said exasperatedly after reaching her. “What?” Melody replied, calmly pouring a large bottle of water into a jug. The sound and visuals making Michelle lose her train of thought for a moment. “You owe me a table, I just took two of your clients for you?” “You took my clients?” Melody asked confused. “Yeah I took” Michelle said, indicating to her enlarged abdomen. “Holy shit, that’s a lot of pee” “Yeah I noticed.” She replied, a bead of sweat running down from her temple. “But you could have come and got me.” “She was literally wetting herself. You would have lost your pay.” “Oh thanks, you’re a life saver. What about next table that comes in I’ll take for you?” “What If they don’t pee?” “Well I cant control that, but fine. I will take the next table, if they don’t pee I’ll take another one.” “Ok thanks, that sounds fair.” Michelle agreed. “Sure no problem. But if its just one person I don’t want any take backs.” Melody stipulated. “I…fine, next customer to walk in is yours for me.” “Shake on it?” Melody asked, offering her hand. The pair shaking hands just as the door opened. A smile appeared on Michelle’s face as in walked a group of six guys all wearing football shirts. “Noooo” Melody said quietly, her hand suddenly limp in Michelle’s. “Hey, maybe they wont pee.” She added, before Melody grabbed a set of Menu’s. “I hate you, you know that” She said sticking her tongue out at Michelle before a smile appeared on Melody’s face as she turned to greet the new arrivals. Soon the customers were coming in thick and fast, a sports game at the local stadium was bringing a lot people to the area. Thankfully the speed of the work and turnover of customers was a needed distraction for the waitresses, many of whom now sported visible bulges in the abdomens. While most of the customers were leaving before making use of the bathroom services they were offering, it still left a couple of dozen to be shared out between the girls. “Mam, can I get the bill and use the tubes again please” A far too posh for this place woman asked. Her middle-aged knees knocking under the grey pencil skirt she was wearing. “Sure thing” Michelle responded, walking to get the catheter device again. “Isn’t that like 3 times she has gone into you?” Lacey asked, preemptively handing over the tube. “Yeah she has had like 8 coffees in the last two hours.” “That can’t be good for her” “Its not good for me, ill tell you that much” Michelle added, putting a hand on her even more bloated bladder. Although, thankfully it seemed the coffee addict ironically had a small bladder that she could easily contain. But given that it was still 6 hours till they closed, Michelle was starting to worry about her chances of making it home dry. Hopefully the place would be a bit quieter after lunch. Going back over the woman barely seemed to think about it before placing the device under herself and letting loose her bladders contents. Casually flicking over the next page of the newspaper she was reading, her legs apart and a stream flowing between her and Michelle who for her part was doing her best not to squirm as her full bladder was filled again. Seeing the tube run dry she made her way back to the desk slightly fuller than before. Passing the front door it swung open, a young couple entering and peering around slightly. Sighing Michelle knew she should probably take them since she was already here. “Hi, table for two?” “Um yes….what is….” The young woman said, pointing at the catheter tubing Michelle had forgotten she was holding. “Oh um…so with the bathrooms out of order we are offering a unique service of letting customers, well, relieve themselves into the wait staff.” The shocked expression now on their faces told her they were not a fan of that idea, the woman almost recoiling at the thought. “I think we will try somewhere else” The man said, putting his arm around the woman and leading her out. “You better not be loosing us customers Michelle.” A condescending tone came from behind her. “No Sandra, just explaining our bathroom situation was enough to do that.” “Well, maybe keep that to only the customers already in the place then.” She replied, a disapproving look on her face. “Sandra, im sorry” came an exacerbated groan from behind them both. Turning they could see Sophie almost doubled over, a slight bulge in her abdomen and crossed legs a sure sign of what she was about to say. “I cant hold it, Please, you have to let me pee.” “Sophie, there is nowhere to pee like I told you 30 minutes ago. You just have to hold it.” “Please” Sophie begged again, a tear rolling down her cheek. “We can only hold so much, we’re desperate here.” She said gesturing around the room. It was true, looking around them all their colleagues were all in various stages of desperation. Some were standing cross legged as they took orders, others boobed on the spot pouring drinks or even had a hand between their legs to keep themselves in control. Only Lola seemed to be comfortable. Despite a having possibly the largest bladder bulge she was acting as if everything was fine, a true workhorse. “Look, there is nowhere to go. I cant just let you all run out of here to find somewhere.” “Please, what about if I take my lunch break now. I can make it home and back, I wont be late I swear.” Sophie pleaded. “Well….” Their boss thought for a second, the sentiment clearly making sense to her. After all, what they did on their break was up to them as long as they were back in time. “Look, I cant let you go right now. We are in the middle of the lunch rush.” A small whimper escaped Sophie as her body shook from desperation. “But, I’ll see what I can do once it gets a bit quieter in here” “But…I don’t know how much longer I can hold this…im about to lose it.” “You better not loose it!” Sandra snapped, “Or you know what else you will be losing!” “I’ll try” Sophie said, walking hunched over back to the main desk. “That goes for you too” Sandra said, turning to point at Michelle before walking back towards the back office. “You know what I said earlier, I mean it now” Melody said from behind her, an arm coming past and grabbing the tubing Michelle was still holding. “Maybe they wont pee” She added mockingly. “What?” Michelle asked, confused. “We swapped tables remember. Four of the guys I took for you say they need to pee.” “Really! Are you going to be ok with that?” Michelle asked, genuinely concerned and feeling a little guilty about the position she had put her friend in. “Yeah, but if you want to take one of them then we can call it even at 3 each?” “Sure, but we are going to need to grab another tube.” “Why don’t you go over with this one, and I’ll get another one.” Melody suggested, handing back the tube. Walking up to the table she could already tell that one of them was far more desperate than the others. A hand currently deep in his pocket and probably holding it all in. “Hi, you guys need the bathroom?” “Yeah” The clearly desperate guy added, his other hand gripping the table as he rocked slightly in his seat. “Sorry, I didn’t realise everything was out around here” He added, unzipping his fly and taking the end of Michelle’s tube from her. The others looking on slightly enviously. Unlike the other times, no liquid flowed down the tubing. Looking up his face was bright red, he was clearly embarrassed or suffering from stage fright. His full bladder locked up despite his need and now permission to pee. “Im sorry, just give me a moment” he stammered, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. “Sorry about that, you guys need to go too?” Melody asked, returning with a new catheter and a number of attachments for the single tube. Handing them out the each began to undo their trousers and place the devices between their legs like their friend. However, unlike their red faced friend streams quickly flowed along the tube and towards melody. The three streams converging in the slightly wider central tube and flowing into her friend. “Oh god” Melody whimpered slightly, the force and volume of the three-person pee taking her by surprise. After a few seconds she was clearly beginning to worry, a hand going down and resting on her bladder as she began to breath slightly more heavily. Looking at her Michelle could see the impact of taking 3 at a time taking its toll on the purple haired woman, her abdomen expanding before her eyes as her bladder and skin was forced to stretch out quickly. Apparently after seeing his friends pee, the embarrassed customer still connected to her got himself under control and relaxed enough to start his pee. The sudden warmth and tightness in her abdomen surprising Michelle for a moment and distracting her from Melody’s struggles. Despite the mans desperate appearance his stream soon died down after just 15 seconds, his pee still felling heavy in her abdomen but was nothing compared to how much she had already in there. Looking over at Melody again, her colleagues face was distorted by her rising discomfort. A slight sheen of sweat gathering on her face as her abdomen continued to bloat out massively, the other three guys still peeing into the growing woman. Melody now had a look of pure concentration on her face, biting her lips to keep the cries of discomfort in and not worry the customers. “OOooh” She gasped, her stretching bladder causing ripples of pain to shoot through her body. The bulge in her abdomen increasing for another 10 seconds until finally the three guys stopped peeing into her. A few drips of sweat rolling down her naked body as she stood rigidly trying not to empty herself out on the ground. “Christ” she whimpered, her whole body shaking for a moment. “Ohh my god!” A loud voice shouted, followed by an equally loud splattering noise that could be heard over the quiet conversations of the customers. The loud exclamation drawing the attention of the staff and customers alike. But it wasn’t the purple haired waitress emptying herself, it was the new girl Chloe. A few tables over the towering six-foot red head was clutching a catheter in one hand while her clearly distended bladder emptied itself onto the hard flooring. Her other hand pressed deeply between her legs as her pee raced between her fingers, flowing down her long slender legs and falling noisily onto the floor. The four women at her table recoiling back from the large puddle that was making its way towards them, droplets splashing up and against the red leather booth they were sat in. Even from where Michelle was she could see Chloe’s large bladder deflating as the puddle under her grew, the girl rooted to the spot with her eyes closed and cheeks burning. “What is going on here?” Came a loud shout, Sandra storming out of her office and into the main room. Swiftly walking up to Chloe as she pee’d and snatching the catheter from her while looking disapprovingly at the puddle spreading across her floor. “Well, looks like someone wont be getting paid today” she said, brandishing the catheter at the young woman. “You can stop at any time by the way” she added, scowling as Chloe continued to lose the battle with her bladder. “Im sorry….I cant” Chloe sobbed, tears streaming down her face. “You know what, your no good for me today. Just clean your mess up and go home.” Sandra said, walking back to her office and leaving the red headed woman sobbing as pee still streamed down her legs. “You have to help me” came a quiet whimper from beside Michelle, startling her slightly having been entirely wrapped up in Chloe’s accident. To her left was a clearly desperate Sophie, both hands jammed between her restless legs that moved constantly while she stood there. “Are you ok?” Michelle asked. “No….im, im about to piss myself like Chloe. I just cant hold it anymore!” She cried quietly, twisting her legs to press them tighter together. “I… I mean what do you want me to do?” Michelle responded, with the toilets out she didn’t have any ideas. “I don’t know” Sophie sobbed. “I was about to ask to go on lunch break again but I don’t think Sandra is in the best moods right now after well….” Sophie said, gesturing to Chloe who had just about stopped peeing at this point. A pair of small trails still making their way down her glistening legs. “Look maybe I can take some of your customers but….” How would she phrase this. “Im not sure that will help, can you make it another hour?” “An hour!” Sophie added, grimacing slightly as her body pulsed in desperation. “No….” she added meekly. “Wait, maybe Lola could help?” Sophie said, a little bit of life returning to her face. “What do you mean?” Michelle asked, confused by how anyone could help her hold it. “C’mon she is never desperate. Im sure she could handle a little bit of mine too” “I don’t know, she has had just as many customers if not more than us today.” “Im about to wet myself, please can you just go and ask. If she says no then I’ll try and hold but Im really struggling here.” “You want me to ask!?” “I, yeah. Look the less moving I do the better, unless you want another puddle?” “I’ll go find her.” Michelle rushed, realising just how close her friend was to loosing it all. Luckily she wasn’t hard to find, the tiny woman currently standing behind the desk. Approaching Michelle already knew what answer she was going to get, the giant bulge in her friends’ abdomen a clear sign she must be desperate. She felt sorry for Sophie, maybe Lola would have another idea to help. “Hey Lola.” “Need a catheter?” Lola asked back, holding up another tube and handing it to her as if it had become the most normal thing for them to do. “Maybe, Sophie is really struggling and I hate to ask but she was wondering if you would be able to help her? But don’t feel like you have too, I know that we all are….” “Yeah sure, no problem” Lola replied casually. “If you are sure?” “Yeah im doing fine, although we cant leave the desk unattended so she will have to come over here if she wants to do it. Everyone else is busy with a table.” The building was still full, with many of the lunch crowd having stayed longer than those in the morning. Around them the other waitresses were either taking orders or many of them were currently connected to relieved looking patrons. The bulges of their bladders becoming more prominent as they day wore on and more customers required their help. “Ok great.” Michelle finished, waving over a slow-moving Sophie. “Thank you so much Lola” Sophie stammered out as she got behind the desk, the two of them connecting their catheters to each other. “I just need to take the edge of, then I can wait till our break” Sophie said as her pee began to flow into the tube. The tenseness in her face disappearing as her body relaxed. “You may as well empty yourself out. Gives you more room for customers instead of having to do this again.” “Are you sure?” “Yeah, Im fine.” Lola said confidently, a smile on her face as if she wasn’t feeling anything at all despite the large bulge. “How are you fine” Sophie replied, far more relaxed as the pee left her straining bladder. “Ive had practice” Lola replied, seemingly unaffected by the new intake. “You have had practice of people peeing into you?” Michelle asked, raising an eyebrow. “Well no” Lola laughed. “But my parents were both big germaphobes, so I was only ever allowed to pee in our house. I kind of got use to it, plus its kind of a weird sense of achievement when you managed to hold longer than before.” “So you were brought up by Germaphobes and now you work at a restaurant, Naked?” Michelle joked. “Yeah, never really thought about it before. Do you think there is a connection?” “Well, given your parents attitudes towards piercings and tattoos I would say there is a strong chance its related” Sophie joked, indicating to the number of large tattoos covering her friends body. ”Like you can say anything” Lola shot back at Sophie. The blonde herself covered in large tattoos that she had thought would have stopped her getting this job to begin with. But it seemed that a lot of the customers were into the Punk look, the giant wonder woman logo tattooed on her chest getting a lot of attention from them. “You may have something there” Sophie smiled, her pee finally stopping as she ran dry. Despite the amount of it inside her, she had been surprised by how quick that had gone through her. Although given the pressure she was feeling in her bladder beforehand, it must have come out at some speed. Not that Lola seemed to notice. “What do you three think you are doing?” Came an annoyed voice. “I was just about to come and tell you Sophie that I was going to let you go on break but I guess you have already seen to that.” “Im sorry, I couldn’t hold it and didn’t want to make a mess.” “Well, your bladders were supposed to be for the customers, the customers come first after all. Lola and Sophie you should have been able to control yourself.” She said, crossing her arms. “So I guess that means the three of you don’t need a break then, I may as well let some of the others go on break.” “But I didn’t….” Michelle started. “You were already late today, so don’t bother.” Sandra interrupted. Michelle wanted to respond, but decided to bite her tongue or risk making things much worse for herself. She could already feel her muscles starting to ache inside her, the volume of liquid inside her bladder starting to test her limits. With half a day to go she didn’t need or want to take any risks. “Now go get the other girls.” With the waitresses quickly gathered at the front desk, many boobing slightly on the spot, their legs closed tightly. “Ok, so ill make this quick so you can get back to work. I understand some of you are feeling a little uncomfortable, so im going to let some of you have your lunch break so you can relieve yourselves if you want too. But im going to have to make sure we have enough to cover any customers. Since you are clearly comfortable enough to break the rules Sophie, Lola, Michelle you will be staying here as well as Lacey and Melody.” “Wait, but I really need to go” Lacey protested, a hand between her legs. “I’m sorry we need 5 of you here. So unless anyone wants to cover for you?” Sandra asked, but the others simply looked away or at the floor. Their own needs taking precedence over being a good friend. “But when they get back I will let you all do the same. Now just finish up your current tables and you can go.” A number of smiles and relieved faces filled the crowd, with the exception of the 5 being forced to stay behind. But it was just another hour, she could manage that Michelle told herself. “Hey lacy and Melody, I think your tables need you.” A call came over their shoulders as Ellie now dressed made her way hastily out of the building. Her jeans clearly undone due to her bladder being simply too large and sensitive for her to close them. A quiet whimper escaped Lacey as her body seemed to pulse from the bad news. “I’ll take them” Sophie said, making Lacey look up hopefully. But unfortunately for her, she wasn’t talking about her table but instead the group of three women that had just walked in. However, what was behind them was a little more troubling. A large group of 10 people, 8 men and two women were approaching the door, walking down the side of the building. “Don’t come in, don’t come in, don’t come in” Michelle whispered to herself, looking around and seeing Lola with another customer she knew this would be her table. Disappearing behind the large doors there was a moment where she thought that maybe they would just walk past, but then the doors open and their loud voices filled the building. “Shit” she said slightly louder than she had meant too. But there was nothing she could do, maybe if she didn’t mention it they wouldn’t try to use her as a toilet. Walking over she could see them laughing and joking by the wait here sign, their movements slightly off and seemingly looking around the room for something. “Hi guys, table for 10?” She asked. “Yeah that would be great Love.” The first man replied, constantly glancing at her naked breasts as he spoke. “Sure right this way” Michelle replied, rolling her eyes as she faced away from them. “Can we get 10 of your largest beers darlin’” Another of them asked as they seemed to gingerly slide into the booth. “Oh god, I don’t know if I can handle another one.” A black-haired woman remarked, chewing on her lip piercing slightly. Clearly nervous about something. “Sure, I’ll be right back with them.” Michelle added, starting to worry where this was going. If she was forced to take in these 10 people, she would be tempted to quit on the spot. Walking back up to the bar she noticed Lacey handing off a tube to Sophie instead of returning it. The small woman heading off to the table she had just brought in, the three women craning their necks and knees Knocking under the table as they waited. The lack of restrooms nearby was clearly affecting a lot of people today. “Hey, Lola can you help be take these to booth 14?” Michelle asked, placing the last pint on the two trays. As the pair of them made their way over they could see several of the group glancing at them and whispering to each other. What the hell are they up too Michelle worriedly pondered to herself. Placing the trays on the table she and Lola began handing them out, their eyes meeting for a moment and conveying their confusion about the behaviour of this group. “So um…” here it comes, Michelle knew something stupid was about to happen, probably a pick up line or something. “Which of you has the smallest bladder?” “Excuse me?” Michelle asked, confused and slightly offended by the intimate question out of nowhere. “You know, out of you girls. Which one pees the most?” He asked more excitedly this time, leaning closer to her. “I don’t think we have to tell you that” Lola said, crossing her arms against her chest. “I mean you guys are still offering the toilet services right” He added, raising his eyebrows suggestively. How the hell did he know about that? “Yes we are” Michelle replied. “Ok, well I would like to know who has the smallest bladder?”. “And like my colleague said, I don’t think we have to tell you that.” it was Michelle’s turn to cross her arms “Well, I think you do and I guess I would like to speak to your manager then. Unless, you would like me to make a mess on your floor.” “C’mon Kurt just leave it. I really need to go” The woman responded, her legs jiggling under the table. “No, no, I’d like to see a manager.” He said, louder and more forcefully this time. “I’ll go get her” Lola gave in, not wanting to get involved in a shouting match and stopping before Michelle did. A few moments later she returned with an annoyed looking Sandra behind her. “What seems to be the problem here?” She asked, looking accusingly at Michelle and not the customer. “Your staff member is refusing to answer my question, I simply asked which of your servers has the smallest bladder and they got all defensive on me.” Kurt said, leaning back in his chair. “So…why didn’t you tell the customer what he wanted to know?” “Because its private information and seemed a little sexual in nature, which we don’t tolerate.” “Hey you don’t have to tell me the rules, I made them.” Sandra responded. “It would be private but today its part of the service we are offering. I told you this morning to walk away if you wanted too, its too late now.” “Sorry about this.” She said, turning and smiling at Kurt. “I think it would probably be Sophie, she is one of only two to have relieved themselves today.” Sandra added condescendingly. “Why are you telling them that?” Michelle said, shocked by the revealing of such personal information from her boss. “They are the customer” Sandra responded matter of factually. “Yeah but…” “Look, I have a lot of work to do so if you can just not have any more arguments with the customers and get back to work please.” Their boss finished, turning and walking back to her office, stopping to point Sophie in the tables direction. A worried look on her face and a clear bulge back in her abdomen despite having released herself fully into Lola just a little while earlier. “Hey, Sandra said one of you wants to pee?” She asked. “No love, we all do” He responded, the group grinning and enjoying the look of horror on the small woman’s face. “But….I….There is no way I can hold 10, I’ve already got 3 in me.” Sophie whimpered. “Look, im sorry I think its dangerous if you all go into her.” Michelle said, trying to protect her friend from either hurting herself or disgracing herself. “That’s not what your boss says” Kurt said still grinning. “I think they might be right, just look at her. She cant hold all these, wouldn’t it be better to spread them out anyway.” The black-haired woman asked, her legs still jiggling under the table. “No, I want one. Now give me the tube I need to relieve myself.” He said holding his hand out. Reluctantly Michelle had no other choice but to hand it over, Sophie had emptied herself into Lola not long ago, she could hold this hopefully. Maybe they wouldn’t all need to go, or at least have small bladders. But going off the shuffling that was going on around the table, that first point was clearly not true. Sophie was looking even more nervous now, her legs already pressed tightly together before she accepted any more pee. She shuddered as Lola connected four pipes to hers and handed them to the customers, the clearly desperate woman for some reason refusing it. Maybe at least one of their group had some sort of empathy. Holding the devices inside their pants the four men smiled, locking eyes with Sophie as she nervously bit her thumb nail, waiting for the inevitable discomfort that would be coming her way. “Ned sends his regards” Kurt sneered, a wicked smile on his face as the four of them began to pee at some speed. The light-yellow liquid gurgling and rushing its way through the four connectors until meeting in the central pipe and forming a single torrent of fluid that rushed towards Sophie's already full bladder. “Oooooh!” Sophie groaned loudly, the rush of pee battering against her bladder and started filling it past its capacity. Her hands fell to her thighs as she doubled over, the pressure inside her unimaginable. Looking down her bladder was ballooning out faster than she thought was even possible, her stomach expanding as the four bursting bladders gleefully filled poor Sophie. Baring down on their muscles they were forcing their pee into her at a tremendous pace, watching intently as she started to squirm in front of them. Her skin stretching tighter as they inflated her with the contents of their purposefully brimming bladders. They had spent the afternoon drinking as much as possible for this moment, the 10 of them receiving texts about this place from a pissed off Ned a few hours earlier. Since then they had met up in the car park downing bottle after bottle of water or beer for this exact reason, to pump these ungrateful women as full as possible. “God” Sophie breathed heavily, groaning as the four bladders connected to hers continued to push their contents into her, the bulge in her abdomen becoming large and larger by the second. Finally and almost instantly the first stream died off, then the second until had stopped. Only 20 seconds had passed, the customers red faced with the effort of squeezing out their bladders contents as swiftly as possible. The wicked grins still written across their face as Sophie staggered to the side, her hands clutching her heavily distended abdomen. Breathing heavily through her nose the effort of containing such a load was taking its toll. “Alright, next guys are up” Kurt said, extracting the tube from his pants and holding it up for whomever wanted it next. “I think she is about to blow” One of the cheered as Sophie let out a guttural moan. Her head stooped and looking at the floor. Her chest heaving as she battled painful spasms and screaming muscles that had been stretched further than she could ever remember. She had never had this much pee in her before, the mass of hot liquid pressing out of her taught skin. The pressure was immense, almost too much for her brain to handle as black spots started to appear in her eyes. Stumbling again she reached a hand out for the edge of a nearby booth, only for Michelle to grab it and help guide her to where she could lean against it. “Come on, some of us still have to go!” One of the people around the table shouted. “She has had enough” Lola said, grabbing the connector from the tube dangling between Sophie's trembling legs and attaching it to herself. “But I’ll be more than happy to handle it.” “Handle it, you wish” One of them retorted “I’ve been holding this all day and I’m sure it’s too much for someone as small as you.” He said grabbing a connector along with 5 of the others, the black haired woman the only one to refuse again. This time it was Lola’s turn to grunt as the five streams started, her already substantially bloated bladder expanding even more. The giant bulge pushing further and further out of her, a hiss of air escaping between her pursed lips as spasm after spasm rocked her body. After 10 seconds her quivering bladder seemed to take on a life of its own, the volume entering It causing even the top of her abdomen to grow. The tightening skin pulling up her bulge as it continued to grow to truly monstrous proportions. The five tormentors looking on with glee as the petite girl expanded with their pee. Next to her Michelle was still trying to help Sophie in her own battle, pulses still racing through her body after being filled more than she had ever been in her entire life. Groaning and clutching herself it was clear she couldn’t last long like this. “Hey guys I need” Lacey started, rushing up behind them. “Sorry, we are in the middle of something” Michelle replied, too busy watching Sophie. She had to do something, or her friend would definitely not make it another minute let alone until the other waitresses got back. Sweat was rolling down her quaking body, Sophie's eyes still closed as she did her best to control herself. “Sophie, use me. I can take a bit.” Michelle said calmly, she wasn’t sure how true that was but she had to do something.” “But I…” Lacey started behind them. “What?” Michelle asked slightly annoyed, couldn’t she see they were in trouble already. But as she turned around she could see Lacey herself was in trouble, a substantial bulge forcing its way out her body. Her curly dark blonde hair sticking to her clammy skin, then with a final shudder she groaned as a highly pressurised stream started to fall between her shaking legs. The clear liquid wrapping around her legs and spilling onto the floor as Lacey’s hands shot up to her face to hide her shame. “Fuckkkk” she groaned, despite the embarrassment the release was pure pleasure, customer after customer filling until she just couldn’t hold it one second more. She had been about to ask Lola to help her, just as she had done Sophie but now it was too late. “Drink and a show!” A couple of the customers now watching Lacey piss herself cheered, clinking their glasses together. “Another Round, we can do this all day!” Kurt shouted, making Michelle shudder. She was sure the lot of them would like nothing more than to spend all day here filling them all up as much and as frequently as possible until none of them remained dry. “Dirty bitch cant control herself” He chastised Lacey, pulling a phone out and seemingly going to take a photo or video of her accident. Finally! Michelle thought to herself, something she could kick these guys out for. Forcibly grabbing the phone from his hand she stopped and deleted the recording, with half a mind to throw it at him. “Hey, that’s my phone” He shouted. “Yeah and we have a strict no phone policy. If we see one we usually ask people to put them away but given that you were actually recording her which is an offense, im going to have to ask you all to leave.” “What a joke” He said, standing angrily. “Let go guys we can find somewhere else. Enjoy our deposit” he said loudly, leaning over to say it in Sophies ear as he passed her. Swinging the door open the group started to file out, giving the girls glares of distain despite what they were clearly trying to do to them. Soon only the desperate woman was left sitting at their booth. “Im sorry, if I move I think I might loose it” she said, a slight grimace on her face which was reddening by the second. “Its ok, you weren’t part of the problem. If you can hang on for a moment longer I can see if we can do something to help.” Getting a nod from her, Michele’s attention returned to Sophie, a few drops of pee rolling down her bare thighs. She was losing it, wait! Turning she looked at Lacey who had just finished emptying herself on the floor. The large puddle expanding still as it worked its way across the even floor. “Lacey, I need your help.” “Oh god that feels so much better, I don’t even care. What do you need?” “I need you to take in some of what Sophie has in her.” “Wait what! I’ve only just emptied myself im not sure I can handle doing it again. My muscles are too tired.” “Look, you don’t have to take all of it, just enough so Sophie isn’t like this. Plus, Sandra hasn’t seen this yet so if you do this for me Ill go grab something to clean up this mess before you lose your overtime.” Lacey looked around for a few moments, the relatively empty restaurant was quiet now the loud group had left. Just 4 other tables, she could do this. Nodding Lacey grabbed the tubing and Michelle went to grab a bucket and mop. Somehow the ruse worked and a couple of minutes later she was emptying the slightly acrid smelling water down the drain in the ladies room. Sandra hadn’t seen, so she didn’t need to know. Returning to the table she could see Sophie and Lacey once again struggling with the bladders, Lola having returned to the desk. “How are you feeling”. “A bit better, thanks Lacey. Although….I really don’t think I can hold even this much.” “Do you think you can take more?” Michelle asked Lacey who was rubbing her own bladder with one hand. A small bulge present again in her stomach. “Maybe later, but I don’t think I can at the moment. My muscles are still on fire down there, im sorry.” “No its ok, thank you!” Michelle replied earnestly, she had been a little harsh on her earlier but hopefully Lacey knew it was just from the panic of the situation. “Oh god” Sophie whimpered as she squirmed again, her bladder still easy to see in its bloated form despite what ever she had put into Lacey. “Do…Do you think Lola could help again?” she whispered to Michelle. “I maybe, I didn’t really see her after being filled up by those guys but I imagine she must be pretty full. But we can go ask her and maybe we can share it out between a few of us.” “Yeah…that would be good” Sophie concluded, doubled over she carefully walked to the desk where Lola was stood, her hands cupping her bladder. “Um…Excuse me?” The black-haired woman at the table asked, her hands now firmly between her legs. “Sorry, can you wait like 2 more minutes and someone will be right with you” Michelle asked, aware how she must be feeling. “Um…I’ll try.” Passing the slow moving Sophie, Michelle went ahead to ask Lola about being used again, but as she rounded the corner of the desk something caught her eye. “Holy fuck” She almost shouted. Lola’s short stature had hidden the true extent of her bladder behind the tall desk, but now coming around it was impossible not to see it. The tiny woman looked more than 9 months pregnant, her bladder pushing inches out of her and more than doubling her waistline. It was a good job they were naked, otherwise there was no way her clothes would have fit around her monstrously bloated bladder. “Yeah it’s a lot, its definitely more than I’ve ever held before” Lola said, a look of pain overcoming her for a moment as something indie her spasmed. “How are you not exploding right now” “Well, I cant lie its getting hard now. But its always good to test your limits” She said, a forced and pained smile on her face. “Holy fuck” Came a cry from Sophie who had just caught up with them and was now seeing the same rotund mass perilously pushing out of Lola. “How is it even possible for one person to hold that much?” “I guess, bladders can stretch a lot. People just don’t push themselves as much as I have to know where the limits are.” Lola said calmly. “Well its bloody impressive…Do…Do you think I could do that one day?” Sophie asked, getting a strange look from Michelle and Lola. “What do you mean?” Lola asked, confused. “Like, get better at holding. Im sick of being the one to always having to rush off to pee. It would be nice ” “Sure I guess…just don’t hurt yourself.” Lola said, the others aware of the irony given just how much Lola was currently holding. There was no way that was normal. The other part of it was something Sophie didn’t want to admit. On the walk over she had felt something inside her, the weight of her bladder pressing on something, a part of her that was causing pleasure to radiate around her body with every step. She had never felt anything like it before, It was strangely addictive in a way. Shuffling again she felt her bladder pulse with pain and then with pleasure, causing her purse her lips. “Are you ok Sophie” Michelle asked “I…oh yeah im good, I want to try and hold it.” Sophie stammered, blushing madly and feeling embarrassed about almost being caught enjoying this. Noticing a hand waving from across the room Michelle swore in her head, she had forgotten about that woman again. Could she handle another bladder, if she did she was sure that never mind Sophie but she herself would be near breaking point. Her bloated bladder was already causing the occasional spasm and peak of discomfort, but looking around she couldn’t help but realise she was probably in the best position of any of them. Grabbing the tube she walked over, the womans face becoming more relaxed after spotting the equipment in her hand. “Sorry about that, your friends did a number on a couple of my friends.” Michelle admitted. “Yeah I can see that, im really sorry” she replied, jiggling furiously on the spot. “Not your fault, but I can let you pee if you want too?” “Into you?” She asked, clearly concerned about something. “If that’s ok?” Michelle added, wondering what the look was for. “Its just, you look pretty full and I mean, ive got a pretty big bladder” “But you seem to…” Yeah I know I look desperate, those guys I was with also know I have a big bladder. They kept forcing me to drink more and more, I think I must have had more than a gallon of water by the time we arrived, plus a few beers. So Im really dying, but I don’t want to cause any more issues for you guys.” “No its ok, its our job and I appreciate you trying.” “If you are sure, is there no one more empty than you?” The woman asked, the complete opposite of the purpose her group had come here with. “I don’t know…” But Michelle was interrupted by the front door opening again. “Oh thank god” she said, recognising Trudy returning from her lunch break. “Trudy!” she shouted, waving her over. “I need you to take this customer” “Bit I’ve only just got back Michelle.” She pleaded. “I’ll take that sift you wanted to swap next week” “Ok fine” Trudy said, taking off her clothes in the middle of the room and making a bit of a scene. Thankfully there were just 2 other tables, Melody having finished up with another of hers. Helping connect the tubes and handing one to the squirming woman Michelle watched a powerful burst flow into the tube. She hadn’t been lying about needing to go. A look of relief washing over her face. “Oooohh, I forgot how this felt.” Trudy complained. The flow continuing 30 seconds later as Michelle witnessed her friend’s bladder starting to really bloat out of her. “Holy fuck how much have you got in you” Trudy grunted, only getting a slight whimper from the woman in response. 5 more seconds, then 10, 15 seconds passed as the flow continued. “How can one woman hold so much!” Trudy all but shouted as her bladder continued to swell inside her. Another 10 seconds and she couldn’t handle the insurmountable pressure building inside her. Pain and muscles spams rocketing through her, being filled so quickly was destroying her ability to control it. “Oh god im going to burst, you have to stop.” Trudy cried “Im sorry im trying!” The customer said, grunting. “Try harder!” “I’ve been holding it in all day and I’ve had so much to drink” The woman pleaded. But finally, after another few seconds the stream stopped. “Holy fuck, Holy fuck, Holy fuck” Trudy stammered, her eyes wide and both hands between her legs. “what the fuck was that, im worse off than when I went on break!” She winced, a powerful wave squeezing her bladder. “Im sorry” The woman said, her hands still between her crotch and gurning slightly. “I’ve got to go”, she said, standing up out the door. Running along the windows she suddenly stopped just a few feet from the building. Her legs crossing and bending over, she was clearly still battling her own bladder. Then after a few moments they watched as her black jeans started darkening even more, light reflecting from streams of pee that were soaking through the heavy fabric. A puddle rapidly spreading from her on the pavement as she continued to piss herself. The quantity of drinks she was forced to drink, combined with only a partial pee, weakening her control too much. “I cant hold this” Trudy whimpered, dancing on the spot. “I’ve got to go again.” She continued, grabbing her dress and throwing it back on before rushing out of the door and past the still peeing customer. Michelle didn’t know what her plan was, where could she possibly be going. But picking up her friend’s things including Trudy’s underwear, she bundled them up and went to hide them behind the desk. Sandra hadn’t seen her yet so she might get away with her thinking it was still her lunch break. She definitely owed her that much, there was no way she could have taken that woman’s bladder. Especially if only a partial pee had that much impact on a completely empty one. “I swear if those guys don’t get back soon im going to piss myself like Lacey” Melody said, the group now together behind the main desk. For the first time that day the whole place was empty, the last table thankfully for Sophie not asking to use the facilities before leaving. Looking over at the slightly wider set woman, Michelle could see the large bulge pressing out of Melody. Her bladder like Michelle’s own filled by multiple customers and denied any relief. Now only them and the ever-expanding Lola were left having had no relief all day. Their friends losing control or in Sophies case using Lola. “You can use me if you want too?” Lola offered to Melody, despite the fact she was now clearly sweating and breathing heavily. The weight of her bladder wreaking havoc with her body, yet still she offered to hold more for these guys. “What no! The amount I have in me would be too much for even you at this point. I can hold it.” The purple haired waitress said confidently. Although she wasn’t too sure, her body similarly reacting to the intense need to pee she felt. The effort causing sweat to build on her brow, the purple dye in her hair coming off and turning the roots of her hair a light shade of pink. Thankfully they didn’t have to wait long as just after half past 3 the other waitresses started to walk back in. Their lunch time over and looking far more relieved, they strolled back in to see the remaining 5 bobbing and dancing in desperation. All marvelling at the size of Lola as she still somehow contained the vast ocean of pee from more than a dozen people. “Thank god they are back, I was like 5 minutes from weeing myself” Melody said again, the relief easy to hear in her voice. “Should we go ask Sandra?” Sophie said, her own need quite substantial at this point. “Ask Sandra what?” Came the voice of their boss, despite wearing shoes they swore she somehow moved around silently. “The place is empty and I…We, would really use a break.” Said Michelle, the others nodding in agreement. “Well I suppose since the place is empty I cant see any reason why no…” The sentence was interrupted as the front door swung open, loudly hitting the door stop. “I need a bathroom” A woman yelled, a hand in her crotch. But that wasn’t what got the attention of the waitresses. Outside a storm of red and white striped shirts was swirling around the building, the game in the stadium ending and sending hundreds of fans their way. “No, No, No, No!” Melody shouted, seeing where this was going. As they watched a line formed, quickly stretching out of the door and around the side of the building. Pee dances filled the streets as people waited, not to use the restaurant for what it was designed for but just to pee into them. Apparently there had been no restrooms at the match, now two hours later the supporters were bursting and looking for a way to release themselves of the burden of their bladders. “We cant take this many, its insane!” Melody stated, turning to look at Sandra. “If you want your pay you better take them, as long as they buy something.” Their boss said, walking towards the line. “You cant be serious, there must be like 100 of them.” Michelle said following her closely. “Better get started then. Look, the sooner you deal with them the sooner you can go on break” “Only paying customers” Sandra said loudly to those waiting. “Oh god, ill buy whatever you want. Please just help me” The brunette at the front pleaded with Michelle. “Im holding 6 already, plus my own. I cant take this!” Melody said loudly as Sandra walked away. “I…Ok come with me” Michelle gave in, the pleading and desperate eyes of the woman winning her over. “You….oh my god.” Melody whimpered, giving in to the fact that this was happening, despite her already bulging bladder she would just have to suck it up and take more. “OK, you” she said pointing at a random guy second in the line. “You buying something?” Getting a nod she sighed heavily. “Fine, come this way.” Sitting her customer in the booth Michelle prepared herself, the wild fidgeting of the customer doing nothing for her need. “What can I get you?” she asked. “I, I just need to pee” The woman stammered back. “Im afraid we are only offering it to paying customers, once you order something, I can help you.” Michelle replied calmly, she hated the fact that it had crossed her mind but the longer she took with each customer the less she would have to deal with. But given there were now 8 empty bladders to use, she figured it was only fair. “I’ll have a coffee then” “Ok great. Now take this” she said handing the woman the end of the catheter. “Put that under yourself and then feel free to let go.” Hastily the woman quickly undid her jeans, her light blue panties already displaying a small wet spot from where she had started to leak. Moving her panties to the side rather than pulling them down a river or pee raced out of her, the customer moaning in relief. Michelle’s face straining as she felt another bladders contents being forced into her own. The skin around her mid-section feeling tighter and ripples of what felt like static shocks starting to race across her taught skin. “Ooooh” she breathed out heavily. “Im sorry, I thought there would be toilets at the stadium but they were closed. I’ve been waiting hours, I would have tried to get back home but its like an hour on the bus and I just know I wouldn’t have made it.” “Its alright” Michelle said, forcing a smile on her face. Soon the building was filled with the moans and groans of the waitresses, many of them hooked up to multiple desperate customers from a line that seemed endless. The sports fans spilling into their establishment and pushing their bladders contents into the tortured women working here. One customer soon became two and then three for Michelle as she felt her body trembling under her demands. The size of her bladder increasing dramatically with each customer that continued to flood into the place. A guttural scream filled the room, “I cant take it” Melody shouted, her whole body shuddering as it seemed to be coming apart at the seams. Her giant bladder currently being filled ruthlessly by 5 men at the same time. Their strong streams flowing down the tubs at some pace into the writhing and grunting purple haired woman. Her face covered in a pained expression as her hands held onto her expanding bladder, trying to hold it together. But it was no use, with a final pained scream it was just too much for her. “I Caaaan’t Hold it” she yelled, a hand reaching down and pulling out the Catheter just as the five guys finished filling her. Almost instantly she exploded, her pent-up piss flying in all directions as her massive bladder emptied itself. The strongest stream of pee any of them had ever seen erupting out of her tortured body, a dozen bladders worth of contents streaming out of her. The relief making her go light headed as she sank onto the cold floor, her legs wide open and the stream arching out of her and racing its way across the floor. A giant puddle starting to form around the sitting woman, apparently to far gone to care about what was happening. She had been pushed far beyond her limit and had reached a physical barrier that she just couldn’t overcome. The litres and hours’ worth of pee spilling out of her at speed. Even after 30 seconds the bulge in her abdomen refused to disappear, however the sight was too much for a number of those in the line. Three women and a man losing control of their bladders. Dark streaks forming on their trousers as they desperately lost the fight for their dignity. Their puddles of pee rapidly spilling out of their trouser legs and flowing over their shoes and onto the floor to join Melody’s. The two men next in line for Melody openly holding themselves, before spotting and joining the Que that had formed next to Lola. Lola was now hooked up by the entrance, sitting with her legs wide open to accommodate the truly gargantuan bladder bulge that was pressing her hips apart. Customers lined up one after another as they peed into the inflated woman, taking their relief and then handing the tube to the next waiting person. Lola’s face and chest were as red as possible, her whole body covered in a layer of sweat as beads of it collected and rolled down her now giant frame. One by one the customers came, ruthlessly pushing more and more piss into her tortured body as she writhed and groaned. She could stop it at any moment, but instead she let them continue to pump her bigger and bigger. Her bladder surpassing that of a 9 month pregnancy for someone her size, her small frame further exaggerating the truly monstrous size of it. Groaning and whimpering her hands held onto the massive organ that was almost hanging off her, Lola s face constantly grimacing as the pain overwhelmed her. Yet still more desperate customers came, grabbing a tube and peeing into her. But the sight of her distended body too much for many of the customers, not wanting to harm her and instead going to another of them or even starting to pee outside. A number of women near the rear of the line losing control and squatting in the street, a river of pee making its way into the nearby drain. Lola’s grunts and moans could be heard through out the building as yet more people filled her up, it was relentless. But there was nothing Michelle or the others could do, their time taken up by their own bladders being filled by lines of customers. Even Melody and Lacey who had wet themselves once already were being hooked up again, the formers large puddle still sitting on the floor. Many of the waitresses looked on the verge of control, multiple customers being hooked up to each and every one of the staff. Grunts and cries of desperation or pain still echoing around the room from the still desperate customers and waitresses alike. After 10 minutes of this torturous cycle even those that had emptied themselves out at lunch were struggling. Their bladders being maxed out again almost instantly after arriving back at work. But they all knew they would surely have burst if they had not had at least some release. The fact that Lola and Michelle were still holding was a wonder to them. Michelle for her part was nearing the edge of her control, her own bladder now much larger than she could ever remember it being in her life. Those static like shocks she had felt earlier now turning into pulses and forks of brilliant white pain. Shooting around her body from her bladder that was stretched so tight she was starting to think If she touched anything sharp she was going to pop like a water balloon. Looking down she tried to rest a hand on it as the fifth customer finished up using her, but even the slight contact made it contract and pulse wildly. Biting her lip hard she managed to keep her groan quiet instead of yelling out like she really wanted too. This was madness she reminded herself, all this for just some more money. Was it really worth it? But looking over at the giant and panting Lola, it wasn’t just for money any more, it was to help her and the rest of the staff. But thankfully and mercifully as she looked up it seemed that as quickly as the line had formed, it was almost gone. The last few customers hooked up to the waitresses, two more peeing into the groaning Lola while she could see others still peeing against the outside of the building. Then the stillness that was present earlier returned, the whirlwind of fans destroying the place and the waitresses. “How the fuck are you not exploding right now?” Michelle asked the panting Lola, her face contorted with pain and twitching madly. “I….if I move im going to lose it” she whimpered. “I can hold a lot…but this is too, its too much.” She said, panic starting to creep in. “Hold on Lola, Ill go see if any one can take some. You’ve taken in so much for us it’s the least we can do. Just hold on!” Michelle said, leaving the sweating, writhing and whimpering mess of her friend still reclined and stuck in her booth. She knew that if Lola was admitting it, it had to be true. “Girls, I think Lola is really suffering. Do any of you think you can take a bit, just to take the edge off?” “Im pretty full, but maybe a little?” Lacey said. “I don’t think I can, im just too full already. That was like 7 guys each” Another said, the others nodding in agreement. Bulges coming out of each and every one of them as the desperately danced or stood with their legs firmly crossed. “I’ll take some, it’s the least I can do” Came a surprising candidate. Sophie who was still sporting her own bladder bulge stood up, looking far more confident in her abilities. “Fuck it, ill take a little too. She did take a lot for us.” Melody said, walking over and putting an arm around Sophie. With that a couple of others were in, if Sophie could handle it then they could too! Walking over to Lola who now had her hands pressing deeply in her crotch, her legs unable to close due to the sheer size of her distended bladder which was taking up the space between the tops of her thighs. “Hold on Lola, a few of us are going to help.” Michelle said as they one by one hooked themselves up to a new tube. The eight desperate women knew this was the right thing to do, but it was going to make it so much harder for them to hold for themselves. “Ok, you can let go now” Sophie said, the last to be hooked up. “But only a bit, I cant take much more” Lacey and Melody said in agreement. “I can hol…hol…hold it” Lola stammered, her body being shaken to its core by the powerful pulses from her over taxed bladder. “Don’t hurt yourself, you told me the same earlier and Its because of me you are in this position, let us help”. Sophie said, noticing a tear falling from Lola’s eye as the pain became too much. A moment later a dribble of pee entered the tube, not enough to even make it to the others. But gradually as if she was prying the door to her bladders open it picked up speed and after a few seconds a solid stream started to flow into the tube. The eight women attached to her groaning as their already full bladders took the brunt of Lola’s erupting tank. “Ok, ok, ok” Please. That’s all I can take” Lacey begged just a few seconds later, her hands gripping onto the side of the nearby table. “Im stopping, im stopping” Lola said, but the river continued. “Im too full” Melody groaned, her own tired muscles complaining loudly having lost control minutes before. But after just 15 seconds the stream in the tube stopped, Lola somehow regaining control over her titanic bladder. From the outside it seemed that the pee had barely made a dent, her bulge barely reducing if at all. Despite that it seemed to have really helped Lola. She was still breathing heavily, her face and chest red with exertion, but her posture and expression looked far more relaxed now. The opposite of Sophie, whose eyes were wide a she stood unmoving. Breathing heavily through her nose Michelle was worried she was about to loose it too. But somehow, she held on. “What is going on here?” Sandra asked, appearing out of nowhere once again. “We need to go on break, now” Michelle replied, all to aware that the minor relief Lola was feeling would be gone in minutes. The forks of pain in her own bladder transforming into a solid stabbing sensation, causing her to wince. “Well, its only an hour till we close. Seems a bit pointless to let you go now” Her boss said callously. Her apparent disregard for Lola and her’s feelings boiling her blood. Half Michelle’s mind wanted to pin Sandra down and connect her up and let the entire staff empty themselves into their boss who clearly didn’t care about them. She would enjoy watching as the 11 of them filled her up with the dozens of customers worth of piss still coursing through their bladders. “We are going. We are legally owed a lunch break, which we will be taking now.” Michelle said, not taking a no for an answer. Aware of the fact the deep pulses from her bladder getting worse by the moment. She couldn’t imagine what Lola was going through or for that matter what Sophie was going through, the ordinarily pee prone blonde holding far more than she would have thought she would have been able too. “Well, I guess you have been here all day.” Sandra conceded. “Oh thank god” Melody breathed out, her own bladder just as full as it was before the rush of fans despite losing control. “Can you grab these guys things?” Michelle asked Melody, aware that the less the three of them had to move the better. Herself, Sophie and Lola teetering on the edges of control, their bodys trembling and fighting them to ,make them release their bladders. “Yeah sure” Melody said, racing off to the staff room as fast as her full bladder would let her. Returning a few moments later she had a slightly worried look on her face. “I think we might have a problem” ,she said holding up the skin tight leggings Lola had worn to work that day, there was no way they would fit her massively bloated body now. “I picked the wrong day to wear those” Lola half joked. “What are we going to do?” Melody asked, bobbing on the spot as Lola’s leggings flapped in her hand. A dinging noise alerted the group, the front door opening once again as a pair of gruff men walked in. “Hi, sorry to bother you, could we use a bathroom please. You’re the only place still open.” One of them said. Lola’s eyes went wide, she had just filled everyone to capacity, her friends had put their bodies on the line for her. Now there were two more customers, two more bladders to empty. Her breathing became shallow, she was the only one who could do this, the others didn’t have the strength. “Yeah sure” She said standing on shaky legs, getting a worried expression from the two men as they watched the bloated woman stumble towards them. “Are you ok?” he asked “I yeah im fine” Lola said, handing him a catheter. “Uhhhh…” He said looking confused at it. “The water main is out, if you want to…relieve…. yourselves, you can go into me.” Lola shuddered, the momentary rest bite from the others taking her load already gone. “What!” he said dropping the tube. “Sorry, no I mean, the main is fixed. We have been out there all day but the water should have come back on like an hour ago?” He asked as much as said. Now Lola’s eyes were wide for a different reason, relief was at hand if these men were to believed. “Wait, we can pee!” Melody shouted, the other waitresses looking excitedly at each other. “I…uh yeah, so can I use your toilet or…?” He asked, still looking bemused at the room full of naked, bursting women who had seemingly spent the day letting their customers pee into them. “Yeah sure its over there” Lola said pointing towards the men's room. The two engineers walking towards and pushing the door open. As soon as it swung closed a mad dash started, the quiet clunk of the wood like a starting pistol as the dozen women darted for the ladies room. They knew it only had two stalls, it would be a race to see who got their first, unfortunately for Michelle Lola and Sophie, they had found themselves the wrong side of the group. They had been about to go out the door, not to the toilets they had thought were still out of order. “Wait!” A loud voice shouted as the first hands reached the door. Walking out of her office came Sandra. “Lola, Michelle, you should go. You are both the only ones who have managed to last all day without disgracing themselves or using someone else. I think its only fair you both go first and then I guess Sophie and Lacey had better be next.” Looking at each other in disbelief, Lola and Michelle couldn’t believe it. Their boss had actually just done something nice for them. Without wanting to wait for her to change her mind the pair rushed as fast as their bulging bladders would allow them. Sophie helping Lola along the way as the other waitresses stood to the side, letting them past while they danced in line. Opening the door the pair all but fell into the stalls, the doors closing with Sophie waiting outside having helped Lola in. As soon as they sat their aching and abused bodies took over. Powerful streams erupting out of both of them, their speed and ferocity enough to make Michelle worried she was about to break through the ceramic bowl. But after a few seconds all worry’s ebbed away, her distended and giant bladder relaxing as spasms still raced through her tortured body. The pair of them groaning loudly in the absolute pleasure of finally peeing after so long and so much holding. Their groans and moans of pleasure reverberating through their stall and loud enough to enter the main room where the waiting women’s desperate dances only increased in ferocity as a response. Their twin streams continued for some time, but after more than two minutes of pure bliss Michelle was empty. Her aching muscles trembling and burning with a tired energy as if she had been working out. Pins and needs seemingly flowing across her now empty bladder in a sensation she had never felt before. Looking under the cubicle door she could see Sophie's bare feet dancing up and down as she paced around outside the cubicles. Michelle tried to stand but found no strength in her legs, taking a deep breath she pulled herself off the seat. Opening the door she let Sophie push through, sitting on the toilet and letting her own stream out as a new set of moans filled the room. Sophie hated to admit it, but it felt so good to pee! She had never really wanted to push herself to hold more, but after watching everyone hold today and realising that she could hold much more than she thought possible, she was resolute that she would hold more in the future. After just over a minute she too ran dry, all the while Lola had continued to empty out, her heavy and ragged breathing filling the room as she panted. “Oh fuck” Lola said out loud as the sound of splashing water filled the room. “Did you break the toilet?” Sophie asked, flushing her toilet and standing up. “No….I think I filled it.” The end. ---------------------------- I hope you guys enjoyed this story and I did the premise Justice. All feedback is always welcome!
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    Here are two medical play videos. One features a woman in a diaper and casts completely immobilized and being masturbated with a Hitachi, she squeals a lot, so be warned. The other is a lengthy catheter insertion. Enjoy, Rachel. p.s. I'm intrigued by this genre and would love to see more... please share!
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  23. View File Pee with catheter into a leg bag. I'm wearing a catheter for a few days, and showed how I pee when its clamped for short periods. Its a 800ml leg bag, so I dont pee so much. Later I try to hold more in my cathed bladder, I promise. Submitter MrFoley Submitted 07/14/2020 Category Male
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