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  1. 3,226 downloads

    You've challenged Miss Mila Rose to a holding contest ? But who will win out? 😉
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  2. I've seen a few holding contest videos that involve challenges meant to make the contestants wet, such as jump roping, forced sneezing, tickling, ect. That being said, I've never actually seen a contestant start to wet from the stress of the activity, normally holding out till afterwards when they are just sorta standing around. Do there exist any contest videos, preferably of a GIGA/Jade type format, where the contestants lose directly because of the activity causing a wetting? It would also be interesting to see the scenario described in an English format, but it would have to be genuine or very well acted to encapsulate the holding contest aspect. Thanks everyone!
  3. Once upon a time in a small village nestled among rolling hills, there lived a young girl named Lily. Lily was a curious and adventurous soul, always seeking new experiences and challenges. One sunny afternoon, while exploring the outskirts of the village, she stumbled upon a peculiar sight. In a clearing by a babbling brook, a group of villagers had gathered for a contest. They were engaging in a rather unique game called "Bladder Battle." The objective was simple but demanding: each participant had to attach clothespins to their clothes in an attempt to hold their full bladders for as long as possible. The last person standing with a dry garment would be declared the victor. Intrigued by the unusual spectacle, Lily approached the group. Her eyes widened as she watched the participants struggle, their faces contorted with discomfort. She felt a mix of curiosity and determination growing within her. With a spark in her eyes, she announced, "I want to play!" The villagers exchanged amused glances at the sight of the young girl eager to join their peculiar contest. The event organizer, an old man named Mr. Jenkins, chuckled softly and nodded. He handed her a handful of clothespins and explained the rules. Lily listened attentively, her excitement building with each passing word. Undeterred by the skeptical gazes surrounding her, Lily took her place among the contestants. With her clothespins securely attached to her dress and a confident smile on her face, she prepared herself mentally and physically for the challenge. As the game commenced, time seemed to slow down. Lily focused all her energy on maintaining control over her bladder. She adopted a variety of strategies, shifting her weight from one foot to the other and distracting herself with thoughts of pleasant meadows and playful kittens. The villagers watched with increasing astonishment as the young girl seemed to hold her own against the more experienced participants. Minutes turned into hours, and the game took its toll on the contestants. Some started fidgeting and squirming, desperate for relief. Others dropped out, unable to bear the strain any longer. Lily, however, persevered. She remained steadfast in her determination, not willing to concede defeat. As dusk settled over the village, Lily's resolve wavered. The clothespins, which had once felt like allies, now seemed like tiny tormentors, tugging at her clothes and reminding her of her mounting discomfort. She bit her lip, fighting back the urge to surrender. Just as the moon began to rise, casting a soft glow over the clearing, Lily's resolve crumbled. The weight of her bladder became unbearable, and with a whimper, she succumbed to the inevitable. The clothespins dropped to the ground, releasing her dress, and a cascade of laughter erupted from the villagers. Lily blushed, her spirit momentarily dampened. However, as she looked around, she realized that despite her failure, she had achieved something incredible. She had pushed herself beyond her limits and earned the respect of the villagers for her courage and determination. They applauded her efforts and praised her for daring to participate in such an unusual game. From that day forward, Lily became known as the brave girl who fearlessly took on the "Bladder Battle." She discovered that failure did not define her, but rather, it fueled her desire to grow and succeed. Lily continued to seek new adventures, always willing to embrace the unknown and inspire others with her unwavering spirit. And so, the tale of Lily, the girl who tried and failed to hold a full bladder using clothespins, became a cherished story in the village—a reminder that bravery and determination are not measured solely by victory, but by the resilience and lessons learned along the way.
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    The best way I can describe this JAV is it is a Talk show pissing contest to see whitch girl can pee the most before the show is over. It focuses on 3 cute girls loading themselves up with drinks and then taking turns pissing into a container to then have it measured in a bottle with there name on it. While they do this they also Talk, Answer Questions, Put on maid outfits, play with a vibrator, ETC. When the show is over They reveal who pissed the most. Enjoy
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  5. Foreword: This is my first English Omorashi story. I’m not a native English speaker. Please be considerate. Enjoy! ___________________________________________________________ It was an ordinary Saturday evening at Nakano Pentagon where the five sisters live together. Tutoring was over and the quintuplets had gathered to watch the premiere of Ichika's commercial, which airs tonight for the first time. With her payment she bought snacks and canned drinks for all to enjoy, while waiting for her ad. A week ago, Ichika was invited to shoot an advertisement for company that sells female hygiene products. “The company you worked for... what exactly do they do?” Nino asked. “A bit of everything. The Company is focused on hygiene products like sanitary napkins, tampons, adult diapers for girls. I just had to jump around a bit and give a smile to the camera. The rest are probably computer animations “ “Wait a second… did you say diapers… for girls?!“ “I mean why not?” Itsuki interrupted “some girls even in our age have problems with holding their bladder “ “You mean girls like Yotsuba?“ Nino teased. “Hello? I’m here too…” Yotsuba said “and I can hold my pee like other girls.“ “You definitely have the weakest bladder of us“ Miku said “That is not fair“ Yotsuba sulks “Let‘s face the facts“ Nino said again “Give me a chance to prove myself “ “I think there is no way for you to prove that“ Yotsuba is kind of sad about that but Itsuki has an idea. “Maybe there is a way… We could agree not to go to the toilet until Ichika’s commercial airs and see who can hold it for the longest time“ “I‘m fine with that“ Yotsuba said. “Wait… Are you serious? It will air at 10:15 pm… so at least 90 minutes until then“ “Why not? Sounds fun“ Ichika said. “Nino is afraid of losing“ Miku said “Of course not but the loser has to take a punishment“ Nino said. So they all agreed to the Rules. 1. No one is allowed to go to the toilet. 2. At the beginning of the game and every twenty minutes, everybody has to drink a glass of water or other drink 3. After the commercial every girl is allowed to go to the toilet again 4. After a participant wets herself, she doesn’t have to drink anymore 5. A rule can be only be overridden if everyone votes for it Start of the competition: First 20 minutes While the game starts everybody has a different urge to pee. Yotsuba doesn't have to pee Nino doesn't have to pee Ichika doesn't have to pee Miku has a little urge to pee Itsuki has a little urge to pee For drinks: Yotsuba drinks Orange Juice Nino drinks Coke Ichika drinks Sparkling wine Miku drinks Matcha Soda Itsuki drinks Iced Tea “We could watch TV an while waiting“ Itsuki reminded. Everybody agrees. The TV program wasn't anything special besides some night time Anime. Yotsuba and Miku were quit Interested in watching but the others were more intrigued in talking. “Do you think it is really okay to drink alcohol? “ Itsuki asked. "Actually, I'm not old enough, but we drink it after every shoot anyway. And I got this bottle as a gift from the company's CEO. It would be a waste not to drink it“ The first twenty minutes passed and the urge to pee of Miku and Ichika, thanks to the alcohol, rised. The second round - everybody choses the same drink as before. “A second glass?” Nino asked “Won’t you get drunk?” “Well of course not!” but Ichika has another Problem by now. She always forgets that alcohol always makes her want to pee but she wanted to impress her sisters a bit. While watching anime, Miku also had a big urge to pee now. And her second matcha soda didn't do her any good. She seriously thought about going to the toilet, but the competition forbids her. “How long until your commercial? “ Miku asked “Why do you ask?“ Ichika responded “I can‘t say it for sure but at least 1 hour I think“ “Do you have to pee?" Itsuki asked. Relieved that she isn't the only one. „No… only a bit“ “Actually I have to go too“ Ichika said. “The alcohol shows its effects“ “Maybe the game was a stupid idea… we should just go to the toilet“ Itsuki said “Hold on!” Nino and Yotsuba interrupt at the same time “We said that we can‘t go to the toilet until the commercial airs“ “But holding it for at least one hour? Miku and Ichika have to pee… and me too“ “Not our problem“, Nino said “this is a battle between us sisters. If you lose it you have to pee your pants“ “Pee my pants?! No way, right?” Itsuki responded Nino and the other girls nodded, realizing that they could regret the contest. “Shouldn’t we than sit on the ground if we have to… pee our pants?” Itsuki asked “This would be better for you I guess” Nino said In the last 5 minutes of the round, they moved the furniture away and sit in a circle on the ground. Third round: 40 out of at least 90 minutes already in the contest. After the third drink Miku really has to pee. It‘s the same feeling she had two years ago. When she was 15 years old, she peed her pants in middle school on the way home after she got detention. She never told anyone. She knows that there is no way that she can hold it for 40 minutes. “What exactly does the loser have to do?“ Miku asked while a spurt escapes into her blue and white panties “Let‘s see. The loser has to do the cleaning“ Yotsuba said. Mikus face got red and she has to put her hands in her crotch. “Is it going to be you?“ Nino teased “Shut up! Look at Ichika. She is struggling too“ That‘s true. After the third glass, her bottle of sparkling wine was nearly empty and Ichika is a bit drunk. She doesn't have good control over her bladder now and really has to pee. “So, the first loser will be Miku or Ichika, right…right?” Yotsuba said. In this moment Itsuki is happy that she isn’t the first one to potentially wet herself but after her third drink her bladder is very full. Itsuki always tries to be a good sister for everyone. When the five girls come back from school she always waits until everyone used the bathroom before she does which led to some close calls in the past but she probably has the most trained bladder of the girls. But if she can still hold it for at least 45 minutes? That's the question. In the meantime Miku can‘t even enjoy the Anime on the TV because she has it the Worst. She is literally on the verge of pissing herself. She knows that she is about to lose. She can only hope that maybe Ichika fails to stand a chance against her bladder. Some spurts already went in her pink panties because she couldn’t stop it. Not noticeable on her skirt though. “I really really need to pee…“ Miku whispered. "Then just pee yourself“ Ichika said "Yeah just pee and lose the game“ Nino agrees. "No way. I’m not going to just pee myself on purpose“ Miku said but as soon as she said that she groans softly leaking visible amount of pee in her skirt. Her sisters all notice this immediately, turning their attention to Miku. “Look look… Miku peed…she really peed herself“ Yotsuba yelled Miku squirms, aware of everyone’s eyes on her as she clenches her fists on her skirt, and rubbing her thighs together, trying to do anything that she can to delay her accident. "I‘m sorry Miku…“ Itsuki said worrying about her own bladder Miku isn‘t able to stop the leaking. A thin stream running down her legs, but she can’t hold back anymore. "Please no…“ Miku whines. The slow gush of pee, streaming down her legs and puddling on the floor while her green skirt turns darker. She hangs her head in shame. "Don't worry about it“ Ichika said „I've already leaked into my underwear myself“ "Well...drunk girls always say the truth, right?" Miku points out and feeling a bit relieved she is not the only one. "I'm sorry. I guess I lost this one. I admit my defeat" Miku sighs "You will not be the last one" Yotsuba said "How do you know it's not going to be you?" Nino replies "You are shaking your legs too" "You noticed that?! But you didn't finish your drink yet. We all finished our third drink expect you" Yotsuba countered. Nino feels like she's being attacked. She took her glass and Drinks the Rest of it in one gulp "See. No problem for me”. "Then you can down your next drink in in one gulp too, right? "Euh... Of course, I can" says the Tsundere "But I'm not going to do it because of you" "Yeah, sure…" the other girls thought The fourth round is about to start: 60 minutes in the contest. "Ichika... You can't drink another glass... You are seriously about to get drunk" Itsuki worries "Yeah, you are right... I can't hold in anymore anyway” In this moment she pulls her hands back from her skirt as she starts to let a little leak out. She is surprised by just how excited she feels, especially knowing that all of her sisters are watching her but there is not stopping this leak anymore until has turned into a full stream. A warm puddle is spreading on the ground where Ichika sits and her green skirt turns darker exactly like Mikus. This warm feeling also makes her kind of horny. She can't explain why. "I guess I came in fourth place" says Ichika when she finally stopped peeing herself. The last 30 Minutes start and Itsuki is the first one drinking her next glass. She feels a spurt escape as she takes a sip, and then another after the next sip. This is definitely not looking good for her, and she can already feel how wet her white panties have become. But she managed to get her bladder under control. The next one is Nino. She wants to show that she is not afraid of losing and drinks her Coke in one gulp. Though the idea of drinking an entire glass on her already full bladder seems a bad idea. She crosses her legs to avoid worse. Yotsuba is the last one. Like Itsuki she drinks her Juice fairly slow. She is really shaking her legs right now. But at least she can’t come in last place anymore. The room is filled with silence, only anime music from the TV plays in the background. Even the grumpy Nino is pretty silent at the moment but Miku breaks the ice. "Is it okay to get a towel.... I'm sitting in my puddle for quite a while now" The girls nodded as response. After Miku got some towels and giving one to Ichika they both wipe the floor but stayed in their wet clothes. They probably didn’t want to strip and show their wet panties to the other sisters. While Miku mops up her puddle, she sees that her sisters are obviously all struggling with their bladders “you still have around 25 minutes to go, are you sure we shouldn’t stop the contest? I would be fine with it” she points out. Surprisingly it is Itsuki who replies “I had the idea for the contest… now I want to bring it to an end without giving up”, “Itsuki is right… We won’t stop” Nino and Yotsuba agree. They obviously didn’t want to give up and the rules say that they need the approval of every participant to discontinue the rules. The last 10 minutes of the fourth round were absolute hell. Each girl is dealing with her own struggle, waiting for the last minutes until Ichikas commercial. There is nothing that they can do to pass the time really. Soon enough, it is no longer possible for to hold their pee it inconspicuous. Nino, Yotsuba und Itsuki doing clearly visible things to hold it better. Although Itsuki has the best bladder of the girls but she is obviously struggling with its maximum capacity. Her bladder is absolutely full so that she must hold her hands into her crotch to not leak. Nino is crossing her legs hoping that no one realizes how much she actually has to pee. Also, Yotsuba is trembling her legs and already leaked a little bit in her childish panties. It also comes close with Nino springing a quick leak but then immediately put a stop, before it can turn into anything else. “The next round is about to start” Miku says. “This is horrible... my bladder is so full...I can’t drink anymore“ Itsuki said Though she has managed to fight much longer than she ordinarily would have been willing to, and though she has pushed her limits far past what she ever thought was possible, her ability to withstand the flood inside of her falters more and more, until her legs shaking beneath her, and a desperate cry escaping her lips as her bladder finally gives in... “I can’t… hold it anymore! Please... oh no...” Itsuki groans, the other girls watching her, not yet realizing that it is already happening. With all of her layers, it takes a bit for it to finally come through, but then, it manages to soak past her white panties and her skirt forming a dark patch on it that becomes visible. She still holds her hands in her crotch also peeing trough her hands. Her puddle is clearly the largest of the girls and almost hitting Nino who sits next to her. "Hey, can you stop now?!" Nino yelled and stood up to evade Itsuki’s pee stream, releasing another spurt of pee in her purple panties. But Itsuki’s bladder is still crying for relief... Her skirt is already so wet. Without trying to hold anymore, Itsuki groans as she led out all of her bladder’s content. "Wow... So much pee...” Miku astonished Itsuki cries when she finally stopped after one Minute of straight peeing "Don't cry Itsuki... It's okay... You did your best…" But she didn’t cry because she wet herself… "It felt so good but it's so embarrassing…" Itsuki definitely has the most wet skirt of them all. Her pee went from top to bottom and front to back. Miku gave Itsuki a towel to mop the entire floor. “That will be a big laundry” Miku thoughts. So it's the final battle Yotsuba and Nino. Start of the last round: 80 minutes in the contest. Yotsuba is the first to drink her juice. Suddenly, she felt a strong wave, and pressure began building up direcly from her bladder. She practically exploded - a hot, wet stream of urine poured down her legs. She drops her hands, managing to keep her skirt out of the way so that it does not get wet, her legs still getting soaked before she straightens her stance, spreading them so that she can piss straight down on the ground. The stream continued to flow onto the floor, spreading out into a large puddle beneath her. “So close…” Yotsuba cries “You did really good in this game, but you can't win against me” Nino splurges But Nino still does have to drink her Coke. Once she finished, she placed the empty glass down and smiled. She was reaching her limits but is only a few minutes away from using the toilet. She did, feel another hot spurt of pee leak out into her panties. She can feel how wet her panties have become but luckily its not visible from the outside. Turning from purple to dark purple. She looks at the TV waiting for Ichika’s commercial to finally air. 15 minutes passed and its now 10:20 pm with Nino giving everything in her might to not pee herself. "When does it finally comes? It’s five minutes late“ Nino asked impatiently having to hold her hands in her crotch. “It must come every second” Ichika answered… In this moment Ichika got a message from her manager. The commercial is delayed and will be postponed to tomorrow afternoon “WHAAAT?!“ Nino reacted upset In this moment she stood up and doubled over, moaning in desperation as she hopped from foot to foot. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, and froze in place. Soon a dark spot spread out across Nino’s skirt and started streaming down her legs. It began to splatter as her stream hitting the floor. When Nino finally finished, she looked down at her puddle while her cheeks became red... “Screw this! I would have made it to the toilet of course if your commercial aired properly“ She closed her eyes and looked away from the girls... “...now get me a towel... and a towel for Yotsuba too. She is still crying and sitting in her own puddle...” ... “...And by the way… I still won!“ THE END Placements: 1. Nino (winner) 2. Yotsuba 3. Itsuki 4. Ichika 5. Miku (loser) ___________________________________________________________________ Afterword: Hello again, I hope you enjoyed this story of the 5 Quintuplets making a pee holding contest. A friendly reminder Please take a look at the rules 1, 3 and 5 again 1. No one is allowed to go to the toilet. 3. After the commercial every girl is allowed to go to the toilet again 5. A rule can be only be overridden if everyone votes for it Do you want a continuation of the contest since Ichika’s commercial is delayed for another day and according to the rule 5 “A rule can be only be overridden if everyone votes for it” the girls technically aren’t allowed to go to the toilet yet.
  6. A couple of days ago I made a post about my holding challenge... and well.. I finally got to editing the video after trying to salvage what material there was and could be salvaged, so here's the link to that video, I hope you enjoy! 😋 https://fansly.com/post/324048122244243456 (the video is free, but figured it would best to upload it to Fansly right away, since last time I tried to upload a video there were also some issues with playback) Link to the previous post with pictures from the challenge, aftermath and some extra's 😋
  7. “Already? Now that’s embarrassing for you Rory, hardly even held it, what...two hours maximum?” Rory’s legs were shaking, knees pushing together, trembling as she tried with all her might to push them apart and stand normally. This was all caused by that blonde girl, amusement clear in her voice when she spoke. The brunette’s body was begging for a way to hold it that didn’t involve holding herself like an embarrassing fucking toddler! She knew how to use the toilet! She just...wasn’t allowed to right now, said door locked. Both keys around the necks of her tormentors. “You! Bitch...Bitches! If I- Didn’t ne-need to, I wouldn’t be in front of the bathroom!” Rory’s eyes were locked on the key not even caring that she stuttered. Blue eyes wide, wet with emotion, could barely focus on that smirk each girl wore. Rory hated the way these two girls were looking at her, as if drinking in her desperation, entertaining the idea of this girl losing what little control over her body that she had left. “How badly do you need it? Prepared to beg? How...pitiful, needing to go so bad you can’t even speak, why doesn’t the little girl go use the potty~?” The snide giggle came from Madeline, whose back was against the bathroom door. Making sure in desperation the brunette couldn’t try to break the door down. Honestly though, this girl couldn’t even stand up straight, Rory whimpering, as her hands forced themselves between her thighs, her shorts tight against her skin. It felt like the fire in her chest was more and more intense the lower in her torso. Every movement made her body want to release a drop, anything just to get a smidgen of relief from this damn affliction. Rory could feel the two girl’s eyes on her, their gaze like a burning touch across her thighs, that wouldn’t stop trembling. Her knees could barely stand to hold her weight, shoving themselves together as her upper half bent over her lower. The pressure not really helping the situation, but standing up was so much worse. The desperate, defiling need was clawing its way down her body, tensing the muscles in her stomach, begging her to stop tensing her body, just let go of a small rush of the liquid she needed to get out of her body, her system. It was the ultimate temptation, only cut by the laughter of the two girls who were watching, Paris was holding something, and with a quick glance up, Rory whimpered, unable to form the words she needed. “You know, this video will be lovely to watch if you get too uppity with me again Rory, go on, wet yourself, you’re only delaying the inevitable.” Rory could only muster the strength to shake her head, her legs were shaking so much, her shoes kept slipping on the tile floor. Her legs wanted to lower her to the ground. But, any contact with the cold floor scared her, any more sensations down there, and her body would give out. Paris stepped forward with a click of her shoes, a finger jabbing Rory in the lower stomach, dragging a keen from the brunette, eliciting a sneer from the blonde. “Hgn! Ngh...ha-...Fuck! What...the fuck i-is your problem!” The quick panting breaths that came from Rory in that moment were all she could focus on, barely hearing the jeers from her supposed ‘friends’ embarrassment creeping up her spine like a near disease. Their words blurred together, as she felt the first step in her body’s next plan. A droplet had sneaked out, followed by another, and another, soaking into the pale pink fabric of her panties. The liquid was warm, only making it worse on her lower half, her breaths were getting shorter, and her legs stopped shaking, from just how hard she was tensing her poor abused lower half. Rory’s hand slammed into the wall beside her with such force, Paris let out a gasp, but that wasn’t the only reason why. Madeline snickering behind her hand as she hadn’t noticed yet, fingers playing with the chain around her neck, the two girls nearing the end of their prank, planning on letting the girl off the hook. “Oh my fucking god- Mady she’s pissing herself, holy shit!” Paris’ voice was mixed with amusement and disgust, and Rory felt her eyes finally have too many tears to hold, the liquid leaking down her flushed cheeks. Then the warmth wasn’t just a handful of rebellious drops that wanted to release pressure. Liquid was brushing it’s warmth across the fabric of her shorts, soaking through her thin panties in only a matter of seconds. A noise of relief left her as the burst of liquid only let the floodgates break. Instead of her shorts only being blotched with liquid, instead a stream was splashing down between her legs, the sound unmistakable between the girls. “W-Wait no I-” What little she was able to speak quickly melted into a noise that wasn’t one of desperation, wasn’t one of anything but...pleasure, from the relief of the sudden...emptiness in her bladder? The puddle on the floor spread between her shoes, flowing between the tiles underneath her. Rory knew...she should feel shame, embarrassment, but instead thrills of heat struck her. She wanted more, and instead of trying to stop, she only let it go, shivering, with a muted moan, not knowing when she pushed the back of her hand to her mouth, her other still on the wall beside her. Even just the thought of it now made that odd little zing rush straight to Rory’s thighs, spreading it’s tingling claws up her sensitive thighs, ever closer to the area that called for attention...Recalling the memory of the two girls teasing her to the brink...and then some. “Rory?” Lane had come back, with that bottle of wine she had promised. Rory flushed, noticing her hand on her thigh, leg bouncing, the flashback having been brought up due to her sudden need…though it wasn’t as bad as it had been that day, she wished it was. “Oh I uhm...just thinking about what happened...The other day, the way I was forced to uhm….y-you know.” Even just mentioning it made her flush, her mind bringing up fantasies of how else that memory might have ended. Lane even seemed to be embarrassed for her, glancing away, and pouring two glasses of the drink. Rory’s eyes lingering on her friend’s pink cheeks. “I can’t even imagine feeling that way...Embarrassed right?” Lane seemed to glance at Rory from the side of her eye, as if searching her features for something. Rory met the eyes of her friend, and nodded, though...hesitated. She felt guilty for lying but, how did you admit that it...turned you on? “That and...other things...I...well, is it normal to feel, ways from...an incident like that?” Rory swallowed, nervous at the sudden look of surprise on Lane’s face, but only flushed more when her friend nodded in response to her question. “I-It uhm, makes….me feel that way when I do that on...purpose.” Rory’s noise caught poor Lane off guard, making her down the wine in a couple of gulps, pouring herself more, Rory polishing off hers as well, to gather more courage. “N-No! Don’t take me the wrong way! I...It...It turns me on, to piss myself.” To that Lane flushed, shuffling her knees together, her own need delicately making itself known against her lower stomach. She had been holding it, planning on secretly wetting after Rory was gone. “I-I uhm, feel the same...The squirming, it...it makes me... Do you...well, I mean if it’s both of us, we could...enjoy it in company?” Lane’s suggestion snapped Rory’s eyes up to the other girl’s, her cheeks couldn’t be any pinker if they tried. “We could have a contest, the winner...gets to enjoy themselves a little more?” Rory felt breathless, the idea of Lane’s head, bobbing between her thighs? Or...making this kinky girl moan. Her hand balled into her blue shorts, the Nike logo crinkling with the fabric. “S-Sure! But...I hope you’ll enjoy getting me off in soaked pink shorts Lane.” Rory flushed at her own boldness, loving the way Lane crossed her legs, pushing her hands down the legs of those gym shorts, to grip the hem. It was so clear that Lane had put herself at a disadvantage, it turned Rory on so much, feeling herself grow wet at such a simple discovery. Rory loved that cute look on her face, her body tensing, and untensing, trying to save energy. Already her need was pressing against her lower half, sending her knees together, she knew her body was still recovering from giving out only a couple of days prior. Yet the idea of….pissing herself in front of someone, made her take another drink, the buzz of alcohol filling her limbs, her legs, making that soaking heat gathering between her thighs all the more noticeable. “Ngh! R-Rory, your legs are already shaking, should you really drink more? Are you trying to lose?” Lane’s amused voice didn’t match her body, hunched over, hands between her legs, Rory felt her thighs tense, knowing she had almost...barely escaped from wetting herself, losing so quickly. “Maybe I just wanna hear you moan like t-that again~” Rory’s confidence was all too real, but her legs were betraying the fact that her body was giving out. Knees shaking, ankles far apart, she didn’t dare put her hand against herself. She wouldn’t be able to not touch herself, soaking wet as her pussy was. “Hehe...so much c-confidence for a loser.” Rory grinned, assuming it was more sexy trash talk, until she felt her leg jerk from sudden pleasure, and not a single person had touched her. “O-Oh! Fuck I...Ngh~!” Her body, with its recent shutdown, was sensitive, too sensitive for the mix of booze and pressure, she was doomed to lose from the very start, something Lane looked thrilled about. Her shorts, a soft pale blue, with pink trim stood no chance. The burst of urine that came from Rory soaked the inner thighs of her shorts within seconds. The warmth of the liquid pooling between her legs, leaking down the front of the leather couch, staining the shorts as Rory moaned, her eyes fluttering closed, as her head tilted back against the couch. The feeling it sent up her body made her shiver, peaking her eyes open to watch Lane. The sight almost made her cum right then and there, Lane was shaking, pink-faced, hands between her legs, bent over a bit...All while fixated on the pee that was on her couch, across Rory’s body. “I….it was so sudden...h-how much did we drink?” Rory was fearful for a second that Lane was going to betray her, pulling out a camera to expose her to the would-be bullys of before. However she didn’t, instead, crossing her legs the other way, her breathing giving away the way her full bladder was making her feel. Brown eyes taking in the sight, hands shaking with need. “I won Rory...my...r-reward. I need it...” Rory flushed watching her companion as those legs trembled with the effort it took to hold back her need. Slowly inched apart at the knees, showing a pair of shorts that wasn’t good at hiding her shame at all. A neon pink pair, that right in front of Rory’s eyes had a few sporadic droplets soaking into it, the dark color so very obvious. “Can...you handle your reward?” Rory’s voice was a purr of lust, now that her need was gone, her bladder empty in such a hot way, soaked all the way through her shorts, she was ready to make Lane’s body beg for release, in more ways than one. Leaning over, Rory loved how Lane’s breath hitched. Her hand moving across the couch to hold her knee, pushing her legs apart knowing her body wasn’t ready for such a sudden movement. Her body lasted about two seconds before a small stream just barely managed to wet her crotch, those pink shorts clinging to the girl. Lane’s gasp was so pleasure filled Rory couldn’t help but sneak a glance up at the girl in front of her, legs shaking more now from the simple pleasure of releasing some pressure rather than the strain of holding back her needs. Rory pressed her lips to the inner side of Lane’s thigh, letting her breath fog over the sensitive skin as Lane’s fingers dug into the fabric of the couch. The winner’s own breath hitching at the sensations that hadn’t even begun to pleasure her yet. All Rory responded with was the sound of soft laughter, her tongue moving over the upper part of her inner thigh, drawing a smiley with the tip of her tongue through the pink shorts. Lane groaned softly, under her breath, trying to keep the sound in check. “T-Tease...get to it...I won, didn’t I-I? Ngh!” That cute stutter in her voice was cut off when the air was exposed to her soaked panties, pastel green with a blotch of yellow, no puddle yet. Her bladder bumped through her tank top, showing how much she still had left. “And miss these sounds you’re making?” The teasing in Rory’s voice was unmistakable, as she dropped the shorts to the ground, crumpled and wet, Rory hooked her fingers on the sides of her panties, pulling them down, to relish how wet Lane was. Rory was eager, and so was Lane, who’s legs spread, allowing a little bit of urine to drip onto the couch, the girl’s hands, gripping the couch behind her head, as Rory kept her legs apart. Leaning her head down, Rory slowly dragged her tongue over the lips of her flower. Gentle and slow, loving how the steady breathing from before was anything but with just a simple movement. “Ohfuckme...such a tease.” Her voice was breathless after only one little touch of the tip of her tongue, yet Rory wasn’t one to keep her winner waiting. Her tongue gently explored a hair deeper, loving the way Lane’s thighs squeezed either side of her head. Flicking the tip she barely brushed her bud of pleasure, loving the near-shout Lane made at such a simple pleasure. “Oh god! Oh...please...don’t stop! More!” Every couple of seconds begs fell from the smaller woman’s mouth, urging her to continue, eyes closed, and mouth open, her panting was all Rory needed as encouragement. Only a small movement of her tongue was needed to draw her clit into her mouth, sucking on it only sent poor Lane into heaven, and Rory felt it, her body giving out. “Ngh! Fuck! Rory!” Her calls were only getting louder, as Rory’s fingers dug into the flesh of her friend, feeling her muscles tighten more and more, her head moving between the pale legs of the winner, whose body wasn’t giving her much of a choice. Her body loosened just a hair, urine splashing between the two, soaking into the couch and leaking down the front of the couch, getting on Rory’s shirt as she continued her task, smiling against the needy puss, that was trying to ride her mouth in the cutest way. “O-Oh fuck- I can’t keep i-it...it in! I-'' What passed through her lips next was nothing more than moans, her back arching from the couch as her piss soaked into the carpet, though that wasn’t the only liquid coming out of her, drool shining on the edge of her lips, as her eyes closed. Rory loved how loud her little winner was, pulling back with a smirk, licking her lips. “Congratulations~” “Mmm….I” Madeline glanced at Paris as her friend leaned down beside her, though much slower than she usually did. Cutting herself off, Madeline coughed to cover it up, though tensed as she did...What was wrong with her? It was like her body was slowly heating up, as if it couldn’t focus on anything else other than her bladder. Heating up her lower half, making every brush of clothing, every glance her way so much more...intense, shouldn’t she just go...pee? Nono...not in the middle of gym class. The only weird thing was that she had barely drank any of the water Rory had given her. The water Rory had given to both her, and...Paris...that made her have to pee very suddenly. “W- Fuck...What is it?” Paris whispered under her breath, fingers reaching for her ankles and grabbing them, holding the yoga pose the class was all following. Though it felt like her body was screaming for her to just leave, go to the bathroom. She was fine though, it wasn’t that bad, right? She had half a bottle of water, she shouldn’t need to go this badly! Though...she didn’t want to go take care of it, not yet. “Are...you okay? it’s….I feel weird.” Madeline swallowed hard, squeezing her eyes shut, as she assumed the same position, feeling her stomach bend over her bladder just a bit, the pressure was immense. Her face flushed with the feeling of need that buzzed up her spine, mixing with the warmth that was pressing on her lower half, dragging it’s seductive fingers across places she really didn’t need to have to...satisfy, in the middle of the day. “Same, I...doubt she drugged us.” Paris huffed, more annoyed with her bladder than her friend, who seemed to have a similar problem. The two on the same page about what was...wrong. “Y-Yeah, I barely even have to...anyway.” Madeline murmured, avoiding the sharp eye of their instructor, focusing on her gym sneakers, glancing to Paris one last time. If she was faring badly, then poor Paris was doing much worse, even from the two feet away she was, she could see easily that Paris’ hands weren’t steady, as the rest of the class moved to spread their legs apart. Paris’ were shaking like a leaf, the girl panting though this class was low-exertion. Everyone in the class besides the two were chatting, giggling, and Paris’ face flushed, blonde hair held out of her face in a ponytail. Were they talking about her? No...no, Mady was fine and so was she. That fire in Paris’ stomach was only clawing lower, matching with Madeline as she tried to ignore it, sinking to one knee, she whimpered, a sting of pain shooting up her spine. Her hands balled into fists, a small bit of confusion passing her face as she….felt herself grow wet, but...in more ways than one. Peeing, Paris was peeing herself in the middle of gym class. But that was impossible wasn’t it?! It wasn’t like she had to go that badly! Madeline whimpered quietly, as she couldn’t tear her eyes away from her friend, who was frozen in place, shaking as urine splashed down her thigh, soaking into her mat as people in the classroom fell silent. “M-Mady...” Paris’ voice, next to her, shaking, steeped in desperation that only made Mady acutely aware of how far apart her legs were spread, eyes unable to look away. “Yea- Oh god.” Mady had looked up to her friend, expecting her to need help out of her position, not for Paris to be staring at her legs, only to realize what was happening amongst the whispers of their classmates. Madeline’s legs were slowly darkening with rivulets of yellow leaking down the navy blue shorts. Dripping off the edge of the hem, down her pale legs to the yoga mat underneath her, knees were shaking, barely able to support her, and both girls were too terrified to move. The entire class was silent, except for the occasional giggle, and both girls knew who the culprit was. Paris was staring straight at Mady’s accident, and she knew what was happening. Paris could feel the warmth soaking her shorts, her underwear, the warmth of it making her aching needy pussy only that much more desperate. She was losing control, she loved it, she was so fucking horny, and all she had done was...piss herself, in front of everyone, right...next to Madeline. “What happened?! I’ve never...done that before.” Madeline was biting her nails, legs on the bench beside her as Paris paced, the two girls in their undergarments, while their clothes washed in the gym’s attached laundry room. The rest of the class finishing outside. Madeline couldn’t take her eyes from Paris’ panties, stained a little yellow from her accident, she jerked her eyes away whenever Paris’ eyes fell on her own, embarrassed, but...enjoying the way her friend looked. “Didn’t feel nice, did it now, girls?” Rory’s voice, from behind a row of lockers, stepping into view, she was in her own gym clothes, and Paris had to rip her eyes away from Mady’s wet panties, flushing pink. “What on earth are you-” Paris stopped as Rory came closer, eyes raking over their wet, stained clothes, with a sneer. “Didn’t feel the need to change out of those...garments?” Rory knew it, the shifty looks, the way they were covering themselves, as if worried she could see how horny they were. ”You liked it, didn’t you...pissing yourselves?” Rory as she spoke stepped closer to Paris, a forefinger playing across the wet, see-through slit in her garments. Paris’ yelp turned into a moan, before she could stop herself. Hands covering her mouth as she looked away. Madeline’s legs unintentionally pushed apart, wanting it so badly, her body betrayed her lust, hoping to be touched too. Rory moved to give her what she wanted, a thumb pressing through the wet fabric to play against the tip of her clit. Mady’s reaction was immediate, a stifled groan into her palm, eyes shutting from the surge of pleasure. “It’s too easy...stop messing with me...both of you...and we can help each other out...If you’re that needy, that horny, from peeing yourself...” Rory trailed off, Paris looking on with near jealous eyes at the touches she wasn’t getting, moving closer to straddle the bench, her own hand on her own thigh, as if trying to tempt the brunette. “And if I did like it? What are you going to do?” Paris spoke, while Madeline nearly rutted on Rory’s thumb. Paris felt her nipples harden, poking through her shirt, as Rory glanced down, taking in Paris’ obviously wet underclothes. “I’ll let you get off on me....I’ll pleasure both of you...since it was so easy to get you both to piss yourselves, embarrassed that you liked it?” Mady and Paris felt like they’d burn alive if they didn’t take this girl’s offer, frantic nodding meeting the offer made. Rory took her thumb away, Madeline covering her mouth to keep from moaning, eyes half lidded in pure lust, Paris trying to fight hers back and failing, especially with the diuretics still in her system, the bench she sat on was slowly wetting with what little liquid had reentered her bladder. Rory undressed in front of them, dropping her shirt to the floor, her shorts to the ground, as she pushed Paris’ legs apart, straddling the blonde, their wet panties, stained slightly yellow pressed together, Paris whimpering in need as Rory’s lips locked with hers, their hips rutting together, their clits only getting mild friction from the inside of their soaking wet pussies and their silk panties, their shorts hanging off their legs, soaked with urine from both girls. “R-Rory, what about me? I...I want it too, I’ll piss myself again...anything please?” She was desperate, and Rory couldn’t speak with the moaning she was doing into the lips of the prissy blonde she had tamed. Moving to push Paris down onto the bench, she kept riding her, fingers fumbling to push silk out of the way to scissor the girl, the scent of urine turning all the girls on even more. Paris was moaning, her head tilted back as she saw Madeline take the hint, wet panties pushed down, she moved to kneel on the bench, aching puss only an inch away from Paris’ mouth. “So horny just from a little bit of peeing?” Rory teased, unable to help herself, getting even more turned on from how her own body bounced against Paris’, how Paris’ hands went to Madeline’s hips and dragged her pussy onto her lips, eating Mady out as the girls’ legs gave out, sitting fully on Paris' face. Rory didn’t waste time, leaning forward to grab Madeline’s face, she kissed her, their lips locking and unlocking to breathe, moans muffled into each other, as Rory’s own body responded to the lust. Her urine leaked down Paris’ bare stomach, soaking the under edge of her bra, and leaking to the side, down to the floor, into a small puddle.
  8. Hey guys, here is my next / previous story. It started over in the Interactives section, but I decided to turn it into a normal story due to limited interaction (by bad design). I explained a lot of the set up over there, so im going to just link it here if you want to know more about the premise and characters although ive made a few tweaks to those after realising the story needed a little bit of a protagonist: Some things may have changed a little since then because of the shift in formatting and taking the time to make it a properly flowing story (Hopefully). The desperate promotion – Part 1 (of 2) “Have you got it?” Willow asked as the group huddled around their Phones, desperately waiting for the contest to start. “Not yet” Jana responded, her phone in one hand as she nervously bit into the sparkly painted nails on the other. “I told you to reset the internet earlier.” Francesca replied bluntly, inspecting the bottom of her beer bottle before setting it down on the table. “Im on Data and I haven’t got it either.” Victoria replied, cutting short any arguments. “Anyone want another drink?” Willow asked, putting her phone in her pocket and grabbing her almost empty bottle and tipping the last drops into her mouth. Walking over she placed it down next to the rows of empty beer bottles the group had gone through since gathering here at Roxy’s house a couple of hours earlier. They had been waiting for this event for days, the VIP tickets on offer the perfect prize for the group who had failed to get tickets in the two minutes they had been available before selling out. They hadn't been to a live gig in a couple of years and they looked forward to re-living their misguided youth. “Yeah sure” Roxy said, holding up her own empty bottle and swaying it slightly for Willow to grab. “Concentrate guys, its 20:01 are we sure we signed up correctly. What if our form was wrong?” Francesca asked, could this have all been for nothing. “I got the email reply that said we were accepted.” Polly said, gently chewing her lip as she watched her phone and refreshed her inbox constantly. Walking back over with two bottles Willow handed one to Roxy, “That’s the second crate empty” she announced, but it seemed the others were too preoccupied to worry about the number of beers left. “Oh!” Jana exclaimed, a ding from her phone quickly followed by a number of other tones from each of their phones. They had received the first Clue, the start of the strange scavenger hunt that was between them and their tickets. “Ok guys, here we go!” Roxy exclaimed happily, fired up by the contest and swigging from her bottle before looking down at the phone. “A different kind of game?” Victoria said, clearly slightly confused by the cryptic message. “Is that it?” Francesca added, staring at her phone and scrolling through it. “Ok, Jana you get up the list of pubs and we can try and figure this out.” Willow replied, sipping from her own bottle and joining Roxy in looking at Jana’s phone. “Guys the taxi is almost here, its two minutes away.” Polly said, showing her screen of the booked taxi and its location, the small icon of the car shuffling around the map. “I mean it could be something to do with game animals?” Jana suggested as she checked her purse for everything they would need after losing her phone to Roxy and Francesca. Their eagerness not waiting for her to look over the map before peering in and making it simpler just to give them the phone. “Shit, well lets get ready to go. If we need too, we can figure it out in the car.” Victoria added, putting her half empty drink down and grabbing her bag. Looking towards the bathroom Polly wondered if she had time to dash into it, but a beep from outside told her she didn’t. It didn’t really matter, it was just a precautionary pee anyway. “You sure you have everything?” Francesca asked as she slid her coat on, it felt a little bit odd for them to be dressing so casually on a sort of night out. But, they had all agreed to put the competition first and above all other things. They could always go out next weekend, but this was their one chance to get these tickets! “Yeah, now come on the taxi is right outside!” Roxy grunted, using a finger to slip her trainers on without undoing the laces. “One second!” Willow said, upturning her bottle and starting to down the rest of it. “Come on!” Roxy said smiling, linking her arm around Willows and pulling her towards the door still drinking. “Good to go” the black-haired woman responded a few moments later, setting the empty bottle on the table by the door as they stepped out. Stumbling into the large car the group packed themselves in, Francesca jumping in the front with Jana’s phone still in her hand. “Where too?” The driver asked, causing them to look up and pause. They hadn’t really thought about that, they had been too busy grabbing their things. As always, when they had told Polly they were ready for her to order a taxi, it hadn’t quite been the truth. “Girls?” Francesca asked handing Jana her phone. It was now or never. “I don’t know, what about Jacob’s tipple?” Jana replied “It could be the black grouse?” Victoria added “That seems a bit obvious though, what about the shrunken head?” Roxy put in, their minds clearly taking them to different answers for the simple yet deceptive question. “It could be any of them…” Francesca said looking a little disheartened as the group fell silent for a moment. “Jacobs tipple is just round the corner if you want me to take you there first? I guess you are doing the scavenger hunt tonight?” The young taxi driver asked, clearly reading the room. “Yeah we are!” Willow said happily. “And we are going to win!” Victoria added slight tipsily, the alcohol from pre drinks clearly starting to have an impact on her. “How about I take you to Jacobs tipple and then I can take you wherever you need to go after?” he offered “That would be amazing!” “Yeah, thank you so much” Jana added, stuffing her phone back into the small pockets in her jean shorts. They had never been to Jacob’s tipple despite it being as close as the driver had suggested. A couple of minutes later they were outside the corner pub, groups of people enjoying a pint on the picnic tables near the front of the traditional pub. “We will be quick!” Francesca shouted back at the cabbie as they burst out of the car and made their way into the pub, hoping their proximity would surge them into the lead. “So, what do we need to do again?” Victoria checked. “It says we need to go in and get a drink from the bar and there should be a thing to scan that will give us a code. We then record us drinking outside the pub and upload it to our social media with the code. If its right it will send a new clue and we move onto the next one.” “Sounds simple enough.” Roxy said nodding. “Lets get the party started!” she laughed, shaking her torso as if dancing to some exotic music. Her strange sense of humour raising their spirits as they found their way to where they could order. Waiting patiently at the bar, the group were happy to see they looked like they were the first ones here. Although, it shouldn’t have been surprising given they had started just around the corner, if this kept up then they would be certain of victory! “Hi, we are part of the Blue Wombat promotion.” Victoria said as a barman walked towards them polishing a glass. “Promotion?” The barman asked, looking a little bemused before Victoria pointed to the bracelet on her wrist. It had come with the pack and information when they signed up, it was probably to stop other people getting a free drink. “Oh right that thing, yeah sorry.” He continued before pulling out a QR code and 6 large cans of Blue Wombat from the bottom of the fridge. Taking a moment to clearly mark off 6 cans on a wall chart pinned to the frazzles board. “Good luck” he finished off, before moving on to pour a group of regulars several pints of biter. Shrugging to each other, they each grabbed a pint sized can and rushed out of the pub. Happy to see their taxi man still waiting patiently. “Ok, and remember to say we love Blue wombat before we start.” Polly said, fumbling with her phone for a few moments. Setting it up on a small wall near the front, they used an ash tray to prop it up and make sure they were all in frame. Hitting record, the group popped open their cans. “We love Blue Wombat!” they said loudly as they began to chug the drink down. Despite the happy outburst Polly and Jana couldn’t help but blush slightly as the public display of extroverted behaviour caught the attention of several people sat nearby. An elderly couple shaking their heads at the young women who were clearly having too much fun for their liking. At least the drink itself was amazing! It tasted like fruit juice with almost no sense of the alcohol inside it. It even managed to cover up the acidic tang their basic energy drinks had. “All right ladies, lets take the lead!” Roxy said, burping loudly and getting a death stare from the old woman smoking on the other side of them, muttering something under her breath. Stopping the recording Polly quickly scanned the QR code which generated a hashtag that she added to the post before uploading it. “So now what?” Francesca asked as the group gathered around the phone. “Well, they are supposed to be scanning posts they are tagged in for hashtags, like our name and then code we just got so that….. *Bing* “There we go….what…we were wrong!?” Polly said, recoiling from her phone as if it had just somehow insulted her. “Did you do it right?” Francesca added, her tone a little harsher than she probably meant it to be as they grouped around the phone in disbelief. “Yes, look” Polly said handing her phone over. “Come on guys, lets not argue, lets just head to the next place.” Willow added calmly, her face still a picture of optimism and enjoyment despite the setback. “Yeah, that only took us 5 minutes. I am sure people will live outside of town and have to travel in. We are probably still high up if we get to the next place quickly.” Jana added, hoping to dispel any angst the group was feeling towards each other. They were a team, they were sure to make mistakes along the way so it was important to remember that. “To the Black grouse inn!” Victoria shouted as she took charge and pointed towards the taxi still waiting for them. Going across town at this time of night was always difficult, but they seemed to have lucked out with their driver. Every time they came to traffic he would swerve off the main road and down some narrow streets before emerging closer to their destination. He certainly seemed to have a really good grasp of the roads and how to avoid any bottlenecks. A fortunate turn of events as they now had to go all the way across town. Leaving old town behind they crossed into Glendale, something that was puzzling to Roxy as she watched the buildings blur past. The Black grouse was in the Seafront district, why were they going this way? But, her questions were soon answered as they crossed the road she would have taken them along only to see bumper to bumper traffic. He had taken them through the residential area and avoided the influx of students and people heading to the town for a night of drinking. “Should be there in two minutes” Their driver announced pulling off the main road, but even his mighty navigation skills couldn’t get them out of what was now ahead of them. “Oh crap.” Jana said as they came to a standstill, the others smiling slightly at her innocent exclamation from their blonde friend. But they quickly disappeared as they spotted the same thing she had, going up the road for the final half a mile was a line of taxi’s and cars including the other competitors! “At least that means we have to be in the right place?” Roxy pointed out. “Come on Victoria, lets put those muscles to some good use. We can walk from here, but thank you so much!” she added from the middle seat, slapping Victoria on the leg playfully and indicating that she should get out. “No problem” The driver smiled, holding up a contactless card machine, another blessing as Francesca could just swipe her apple pay and it would save her dealing with cash. Every second would count, and that would have been at least a minute or two. Walking quickly past the line of cars, they could see many of the groups holding phones displaying the same app they were using, they were in the right place! But behind them a couple of other teams were now getting out, clearly seeing them walk past and deciding they were onto something. Moving towards the bouncer a few minutes later they held out their bracelets causing him to roll his eyes but waved them in amongst the other patrons. “We love blue wombat!” A group shouted loudly as they approached the front of the pub. The young group of students clearly enjoying themselves and dressed up for a night on the town, a rookie mistake Roxy thought to herself. There was no way they would beat them in their tight dresses and high heels, Roxy and the others were dressed for comfort and it would be easy to last the entire night without so much as breaking a sweat. Inside it was packed, but it seemed that most people were not taking part in the hunt at least. With those that were, quickly grabbing their cans from the bar and running out the front to record themselves drinking them. Stepping aside as another group barged their way out, they joined the back of 3 other groups waiting for their cans. Unlike the last place, it seemed the bar woman was actually scanning all their bracelets. A much better way of showing how many had come and drunk at their pub, but for them it meant more time wasted.” “Hey, do you think we have time for me to run to the ladies?” Polly asked quietly, her bladder not enjoying the jostling it had received in the taxi. It was a little embarrassing to admit her need this early in the night, but since they seemed to have some time to burn she might get away with it. “Can you hold it till the next place? I think we should make the most of this and try and get ahead of a couple of these teams.” Jana whispered back. “Yeah, I think they will need to scan your wrist too.” Victoria added a little louder as one of the groups moved past them giggling slightly and holding their cans. “Yeah sure, no problem.” Polly replied, smiling back at them. She didn’t need to go yet. It could wait, she told herself. But she knew from experience that the building pressure inside her bladder would not be able to be put off for too long and would begin to escalate quickly as they continued to drink. She had always envied the others whose bladders seemed to be able to cope with so much more than hers. Standing there the group waited for the five in front of them to get scanned, Francesca tapping her foot lightly on the floor while Victoria seemed to be fidgeting slightly. Did they need to pee too Polly wondered, at least she wasn’t alone. It would be a bit awkward to ask again, but if someone else asked she could just join in with them. “Next” The bar woman shouted, getting them to hold out their wrists one by one and scanning the little barcode on them. “6 beers” She said coldly before grabbing 6 from the room temperature box on the bar and noisily clunking them on the wood. Not waiting for any more delays the group grabbed them and ran. “Sorry guys, going to have to crab another crate. I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.” The barwoman told the next team, causing Victoria to smile as they broke out of the packed building and out into the clear night. “We love Blue wombat!” Yet another group cheered next to them, it seemed several teams had gotten ahead of them during their detour. “Why don’t we go over there.” Jana said, pointing out a recess a little bit away from the pub, somewhere they would have more privacy. Shuffling over they repeated their trick with their phone, this time with a little rock and soon began drinking their second pint. They were continuing to be pleasantly surprised by just how good it tasted, a relief considering they didn’t know how many of these they would be drinking tonight. “Right then, I mean this should be right.” Polly said, her legs jiggling slightly as she waited for the reply. “Yessss” She exclaimed happily, causing Roxy and Victoria to high five. “Ok to what does it say?” The others asked as they huddled around the phone. “A sharp turn of events” Polly said quizzically. “So what are we thinking this time?” “Well, a sharp turn could be to do with a wagon wheel?” Willow said pointing to the Gypsy Wagon on the map. “But what about The Lemon Bar? A sharp taste?” Francesca suggested. “Ooooh that sounds good! But really it could be either of them” “Should we get a Taxi?” Polly asked, her legs bowing together slightly as the pressure in her bladder increased. The last can of drink had been difficult to down as quickly as the others, her need to pee making it 10 times harder. Now that the drinks had started to make their presence known, she just wanted to get somewhere quickly so she could pee. “I mean, there might be a problem with that plan” Jana said, indicating to the long line of cars and taxi’s struggling to get into the place and then out again. “Why don’t we walk? The Lemon bar is just along the seafront, it would probably be quicker anyway.” Victoria brought up while twisting slightly awkwardly in place. “Walk?” Polly asked nervously. “Yeah, its less than a mile away. We will be there in no time.” She said confidently, although the others didn’t share this optimism. But looking at one another, none of them could think of anything better to do. At least if they walked, they would still be making progress instead of just standing around for a few minutes. Although Polly had kind of hoped that if they had chosen to wait she might have convinced them to let her pee now. Thankfully for Polly, the constant moving was levelling off her desperation at a manageable level as they started towards the seafront. The costal path just a few minutes away and it would take them directly to where they wanted to go. However, a couple of minutes later there was something that she and the increasingly desperate looking Victoria hadn’t thought about. Cresting the hill that led down to the towns beech, the sound of rushing water and crashing waves met their ears. “Oh god” Polly whispered quietly to herself as she felt her bladder tighten reflexively. Shortening her steps Polly slowed slightly, stuck between wanting to get their as quickly as possible but also trying to distress her bladder as little as possible. Thankfully it seemed that she wasn’t the only one being impacted by it, Francesca and even Jana seemed to be walking slower than usual. Although, while Francesca was looking a little tense, Jana seemed fine. Maybe her friend was just better at hiding her need, but knowing she was not alone made Polly feel a little better. Jana always loved the sea, the stroll along the seafront brining a smile to her face as they walked. To her right she watched the sunset over the horizon, a large container ship silhouetted against the red skyline. The calming sound of the waves overcoming the competitiveness of what they were doing and making part of her wish she could just stay on the beach forever. Further forwards Victoria was almost marching off without them, her natural fitness and increasing need to pee causing her to walk faster than normal. Just like Polly, the constant crashing of the waves was causing her some strife internally, her mind never far from her need to pee and unable to distract itself. “Hey guys, can we get a picture?” Jana suggested cheerily. “We are in a race.” Victoria laughed, the group stopping for a moment and causing her to sigh to herself. “Come on, look out there. The sunset looks so nice, just one Photo.” Jana asked, pouting slightly. “Yeah, its super pretty.” Willow joined in. “I mean its been a while since we have had a nice one.” Roxy gave in, apparently casting the winning vote as the others grouped around each other on the seafront. Rolling her eyes a little Victoria walked up behind them, stooping slightly and resting a hand on her thigh. “Smile everyone!” Jana said as she did her sweetest smile, holding her phone up to take a group selfie. *click* “See, was that so bad. Now we have a memory that will last us a lifetime.” She added as she lowered her phone, inspecting the nice group photo. “I don’t think that’s how memories work.” Francesca joked before a strange look overcame her face for a moment. Starting to walk again the group seemed to split in two, with Victoria, Roxy and Willow walking a little quicker than the others. While Polly’s filling bladder, Francesca and Jana fell a little behind as Jana cycled through the possible filters for her photo on Instagram. It only took them about 15 minutes for the front three to reach the bar, the others lagging a minute or so behind. Victoria’s pace even speeding up in the last few hundred meters as she neared the establishment. Her rapidly filling bladder causing her to power walk her way up to it. Going through the large glass doors they found themselves in a relatively busy bar, yellow neon lemon lights signalling the way to the bar. Looking through the crowds Victoria took note of the sign to the ladies up the stairs next to them. When the others caught up she would have to ask one of the others to take her place as she nipped to the loo. It wasn’t too bad yet but she was starting to feel the extra couple of glasses of water she had to combat the alcohol. She was working tomorrow morning and did not want a hangover, especially when she was doing circuit training. Something that brought up a good point… “Do you guys know what percentage these things are? Should we be worried about getting drunk?” she asked as they took their place in line, three other groups standing ahead of them and another joining just behind them. “You should never be worried about getting drunk.” Roxy smiled, nudging her slightly. “But I think they are only 3%, so that shouldn’t be a problem even for Polly.” Exchanging smiles they could both remember the last time their friend had gotten drunk and her rather public singing display that they still teased her about now a couple of years later. Meanwhile, outside Polly couldn’t help but smile for another reason as she spotted the sign for the bar. She was almost there and not a moment too soon. Her muscles had been sending her warning signs for the last couple of minutes as her bladder seemed to be heating up inside her. A strange warm tingling sensation giving her a general sense of unease as in her peripheral she watched the sea churn against the sea wall. “After you” Jana said, holding the door open for the three stragglers. “You guys go ahead, I think im going to nip to the ladies.” Polly said quietly as she ducked inside. “We need you to scan your bracelet, can you go after?” Jana asked as she followed the others in. “I…Im sorry but I really need to go. It will take me 2 minutes.” Polly blushed, she wasn’t usually one to push her own wants above others, but this situation was getting dire. If she knew where the next place was and how long it would be, she might have been convinced. But given the unknown timeframe of everything, she didn’t want to be caught short. “Ok, but be quick.” Francesca added, a twinge from her own bladder making her think about going up after Polly. But shrugging it off, the pair looked around for the others. Rushing up the stairs Polly supported her bladder as it jostled around inside her. Dodging out of the way of a couple holding hands she rounded the corner of the stairs, following the signs to the lady’s room. Opening the first door she was met with a line of other women standing around and chatting. “Oh god.” Polly whispered to herself again as she tensed her muscles and stood up straight. Despite needing to pee she didn’t want to attract any attention from those waiting in line. She would die with embarrassment if they saw her dancing around like a little girl, even if that was what she really wanted to do. Joining the back of the que she pursed her lips and pressed her legs together, hopefully this wont take too long or the others might get annoyed. “Finally…wait where is Polly?” Roxy asked as Francesca and Jana joined them “She’s gone to the ladies, be down in a second.” Jana filled her and the others in. “Really, couldn’t she have waited until after?” Victoria asked, her own legs jiggling slightly. “I mean, she did ask at the last place. At least this way we got ahead of a few groups.” Jana defended their friend. Taking a couple of steps forwards a few minutes later, they were next after the group currently being served. This bar offering a similar bar code scanning as the last one but seemingly having some technical difficulties. “Well, she better hurry up or we are going to have to wait for her to go through the line on her own.” Victoria said, her knees slowly banging into each other as she stood in line. Now without the relief of walking her bladder seemed to be getting heavier as the last couple of drinks made their way through to her “Next!” The barman shouted at them a minute later. Exchanging looks they were unsure what to do, Polly still hadn’t come down and the line was only getting longer as more and more groups caught up with them. “Im sorry one of our group is peeing.” Francesca said rather bluntly to the man. “Well, either hold out your wrists or let another group through.” He responded. “Cant we just…” “Next!” He interrupted, waving another group towards the bar. One of the other group smirking at them as they took their place in line and in the contest. “Fuck” Roxy muttered under her breath, they could quite literally see their lead slipping away. “Guys, im so sorry. There was a big que.” Polly came back, her bladder empty but her cheeks flushed a few moments later. The relief on the toilet had been immense, but she couldn’t enjoy it knowing she was letting her friends down. “Good, you peeing has already cost us a place.” Francesca replied. “Im sorry, I just really needed it.” Polly said, looking down at her feet, her red ears poking through her matching hair as she tried to avoid eye contact with her friends. “Hey, don’t worry about it guys. Im sure we will all need to go at some point, one place isn’t too bad. Plus, its still early on.” Willow said softly, putting her arm on Polly’s shoulder. “Next!” The barman shouted again and without hesitating Victoria threw her arm up so he could scan her code. She didn’t want to lose any more time or places in this pub. “Six cans of Blue wombat.” The barman said unenthusiastically as he pulled them out of the stocked fridge behind the counter. “Thank you!” Jana said politely despite his actions as he handed them a can each. Gripping the cold cans the group squeezed through the growing crowd as more and more people caught up with them. Backtracking their way in Victoria paused as the bottom of the stairs under the sign she had seen earlier. “Hey, I need to pee, I will be right back!” Victoria said as she went to hand Roxy her can. “What, no way. Why didn’t you go with Polly, we have already lost at least one place.” Roxy replied. “Well I didn’t know she was going to pee.” Victoria replied, still holding out her can and waiting for Roxy to take it. “I mean, in Polly’s defence she did warn us at the last place.” Roxy said, seemingly changing sides of the argument. Next to them Francesca wanted to agree with Victoria, her bladder steadily filling and meaning she would usually have leapt at the chance to go with her. But after everything they had just said to Polly it would probably have been a little hypocritical….But then again if Victoria could worm her way out of this one she wouldn’t say no. “Come on I really need to pee.” Victoria said, bobbing on the spot for a moment to emphasise the point. “All of a sudden?” Willow asked with a raised eyebrow. “Well no I needed to go before, but I just…didn’t say anything.” “If Polly can hold it to the next place then you can too!” Roxy said, before turning Victoria away from the stairs and towards the exit. “Besides, she already said there was a que so you would have to wait anyway.” “But….” Victoria tried briefly before giving up and letting Roxy lead her out. It wouldn’t be too long to the next place, would it. Walking out of the bar the cool air hit the group now that the sun had set, for Polly it was the refreshing air she needed but for a couple of the others it seemed to make their desperation worse. “Oh my god you Clutts, that’s my Phone!!” A shout came from ahead of them. The smirking girl from the group that had passed them was now knelt holding a clearly smashed phone. The others stifling their laughs except one who had their hands over their face, the likely phone dropper. “How are we supposed to upload it now! We are going to have to get more cans since we have drunk the others.” The woman continued, brandishing the smashed phone. “Well that’s one less to worry about.” Francesca muttered as they passed. A glare from a couple of them clearly showing they had heard that remark but knowing Francesca that was probably the point. “Over there” Jana pointed to a low wall where they could do their entry. “We Love Blue Wombat!” They shouted in unison as the cracked open their drinks and began to chug. Anyone watching them as they tipped their heads back would have been able to see the visible shudder from Victoria, while both Willow and Francesca seemed to be standing far more rigidly than they had been previously. Although, a smile still beamed across Willow’s face as it always seemed too, despite the beers and now three pints of energy drink flowing through her and all of their systems. Uploading the footage, they all celebrated as the ding sounded once more, they had been right! Now the next clue was displayed across the screen, the small number in the corner showing them they had managed to get all the way up to 9th place. “A bit of a circus position, so its clearly either Piccadilly or the Dandy lion right?” Francesca said as they looked over the map. The group collectively deciding it had to either mean the animal that was sometimes part of a circus, or in reference to Piccadilly Circus in London. The new clue seemingly designed to be as unhelpful as possible, the organisers were starting to turn up the difficulty and spread out the competition. “Yeah, but which one?” Victoria said, a frown on her face as she pressed her legs together as they waited outside. “Taxi’s on its way.” Polly said, a smile on her face as she re-joined the group. “ppfffff” Roxy puffed out her cheeks, slowly crossing one leg over the other “So how do we decide?” “I think we just have to pick one and go with it…coin toss?” Francesca said as a bit of joke, but to her surprise the others seemed to be taking it seriously. “Heads its Piccadilly, tails it’s the Lion one.” Willow said, pulling out a coin from her pockets. Flicking the coin up in the air, the silver piece of metal flipped several times before she caught it again. Slamming it down on the back of her hand she lifted the other away, “Heads!” She announced. “Piccadilly.” Jana shrugged, the others laughing at their decision-making technique. It wasn’t quite the contest winning smarts they were hoping to employ, but it was the best they could come up with. Standing at the roadside the others watched as Victoria squirmed where she stood, it wasn’t a rare occurrence to see. She often drank far more than them on a night out and hated to interrupt her dancing in the clubs, especially for something as mundane as a bathroom break. But somehow she always made it, her bladder clearly strong enough to deal with quite a lot. “How slow is this taxi!” Francesca lamented, “Im really going to need the toilet too at the next place.” She added, bending over and letting out a deep sigh to emphasise her need to the rest of the group. Her behaviour only half play acting, enjoying the moment of attention but meaning every word of it. “Yeah, its starting to catch up with me as well Willow admitted” Even though she had managed to keep that fact hidden from most of them, it wasn’t a surprise to them given she had been drinking literally until she was pushed out the door. “Well maybe we can all go at the next place?” Jana asked hopefully, standing with her legs closer together than normal. “All!, come on that’s so much wasted time.” Roxy argued, a hand resting on her hip. Her large and prestigious bladder clearly putting her at odds with her friends, even as it began to send signals to her it was filling. Although, she had thought Jana would be on her side and even Victoria given their bladders and control of them they had shown in the past. “It’s the same time as if we all go at different times, it’s the same pee.” Victoria countered. “Not really, it means we have to que behind each other. If it was just one of us and one stall became free, then we would pee and be done and able to go on with the contest. If its all of then we would have to wait one after another.” “I hate to admit it, but Roxy does have a point.” Francesca added, tapping her heel on the pavement. “If we want to win we just have to hold it, otherwise we loose to much time.” Roxy announced, but the others were clearly less confident in their bladder capacity as they looked at each other. “Yeah well, you can tell my bladder that. Im going at the next place.” Francesca added resolutely as she scrunched herself up slightly for a second. “Didn’t you pee just before we left?” Victoria asked, raising an eyebrow at the suspiciously fast paced desperation her friend was exhibiting. “So, I guess I broke the seal. You know what its like.” She said pointing to the state Victoria was in. “No, some of haven’t peed since we started drinking like two and a half hours ago.” Victoria shot back, taking the insult at her bladder’s capabilities personally. “More like 4 and a half” Jana whispered under her breath, the others missing her admission and regret of not peeing earlier. She had been out in town for lunch and had gone when she got back. But running a little late to get to Roxy’s, she had forgotten to go. For most nights out that would have been fine, a few hours of drinking and holding was no problem for her. But she also usually drank slower than she was right now, but crossing her legs slightly she put it to the back of her mind. “Taxi’s here” Polly interjected, sensing the rising tensions again but also wanting to get out of this conversation. Despite having emptied it just now, she could already feel an aching dullness inside her, or maybe it was just in her head. Sometimes it was hard to tell. “Finally!” Victoria said as she unwound her legs and the got into the taxi, Polly giving the driver the destination who with a nod started down the road. At just before 9pm the town was packed, people and cars moving slowly through the streets from pub to pub. The contest had clearly drawn in a lot of outsiders, putting even more people in their way. To make things worse, the destination they had chosen was all the way across town and some of them were starting to worry about if they were right or not. Never mind their troubled bladders, this could be the difference between winning and losing. Crossing her legs Jana felt herself being squeezed against Victoria whose own legs were bouncing rhythmically as she gripped her thighs and looked anxiously out of the window. A few suspicious glances from the driver in the rear-view mirror told them that he knew something was up. Although given the tense looks on all of their faces, combined with the constant shuffling it was a sure giveaway. A series of signs that only got worse as they spent 22 long minutes driving through the centre of town. At one point a number of gasps filled the cab as it was forced to break heavily, a strange whimper escaping Victoria while Jana and Francesca grunted deeply. A drunken young man had stumbled into the road after tripping on a bollard, much to the amusement of his friends but not the women's bladders. But finally the group pulled up outside the Piccadilly, the pub outfitted to look like an underground train station. The trendy place clearly popular as a lot of people were sat in the outdoor smoking area, but thankfully for their chances of winning there didn’t seem to be a que. Maybe they had gotten ahead of their competition for the most part. With such a 50/50 clue it would surely give them a massive advantage if they were right. “Come on before I pee myself.” Victoria said sternly as she walked awkwardly towards the front door, her thighs only separating by a fraction as she took small but rapid steps. Behind her many of the others were not doing great either, Willow and Francesca taking their time much to the annoyance of Victoria. It seemed the nights drinks were catching up with them all now. Before they could reach the entrance another group burst through, their faces similarly covered in concern and hands deep between their legs. The blonde at the front red faced and clearly sweating as she dashed forwards towards the taxi Polly had just left after paying. “Oh god, Oh god, Oh god.” She stammered as she wrenched open the car door, the other three in her group steadily chasing her. “Im about to piss myself.” Another said crudely as she paused for a moment, half kneeling before standing up and joining the others. “Lucy, your house is closest!” the first woman shouted as she slammed the door shut, the cab driver shaking his head, his night clearly wasn’t going to get any easier. But at least It seemed it wasn't just their group having some problems with their filling bladders. Entering the bar, loud rock music filled their ears as they looked for where they could be served. The strangely decorated inside having signs pointing in all sorts of different directions, whether they were all just for decoration or actually designed to be helpful wasn’t clear. “Over there” Polly pointed the group towards a corner marked as the junction yard. “I don’t see any signs for the toilets, where are the toilets guys?” Victoria asked clearly concerned. “We can ask at the bar, lets grab the drinks and then you can go while we find a place outside.” “Fine, but if there is a que I’m going looking.” The brown-haired woman replied, getting some nods from the others. Walking up to the counter the bar staff had just finished serving another group who grabbed their drinks and rushed out the door. They were clearly on a mission and doing everything they could to win. “Hi how can I help you?” The barman asked, smiling back at them. “6 Blue wombat please” Roxy said, holding up her wrist. Nodding the guy grabbed a book from under the counter. “Sorry, we are having some technical issues so I’ve got to do this the old-fashioned way.” “Its ok, its no problem.” Roxy replied, letting him write out the number under the barcode down in his book. “Actually, it is a problem, where are your Toilets?” Victoria asked quietly, leaning over as she wiggled her hips in need. “They are back that way and on the right, but they are being cleaned at the moment.” He said, grabbing the number from Willow’s bracelet next. “Oh…how long for?” Willow asked. “It should only be like 10 minutes, maybe 15.” The man replied nonchalantly as if there wasn’t a pee dancing woman currently in front of him . “10 minutes!” Roxy and Francesca said in unison but for different reasons. “Guys we cant just wait 10 minutes” Roxy said to the group as the third of them got their number taken. “Yeah and I don’t know if I can wait 15 minutes.” Francesca added, although her demeanour was still calmer than Victoria who was clicking her heels together as if rehearsing for a role in wizard of oz. “Yeah, I wouldn’t mind going somewhere sooner than that so we can pee” Willow admitted. “So we are agreed, we will grab these and maybe you can go in the next place.” Roxy said, the others agreeing reluctantly as that wasn’t quite what they had meant. But it seemed like the best they were going to get right now. “I don’t like the sound of the maybe” Francesca said, catching on to what Roxy was saying. But a minute later the group was heading back out of the bar, large cans in their hands as they headed to do the video. “We love Blue Wombat” they cheered again, although half of them seemed to be less enthused about chugging their drink. Victoria pausing for a moment as she stared at her can before starting to drink. Her legs clearly pushed together and her spare hand griping into her tight jeans. Roxy and Jana seemed to be the only ones able to down their drinks, the pint disappearing quickly down their throats. Surprisingly, it was Victoria that beat out the others, trying to get it over and done with as soon as possible. Although, once she had finished she couldn’t help but curtsey while Willow, Francesca and even Polly had to take a break halfway through. But holding their bloated stomachs and bladders the three of them managed to finish the rest in one more go. Their faces slightly more tense looking than they had been a couple of minutes before. Grabbing her phone from the small railing she had put it on, Polly quickly uploaded the video and was happy to see they had gotten it right despite their strategy relying on a coin toss. They had achieved the right result and that was surely going to put them in a good position. Although as she looked to the corner it seemed they were still in 9th place, those ahead of them getting it correct as well. “A formal fortress?” Jana said confused, shrugging as she looked up at the group but finding several of them not looking. Victoria and Francesca were too preoccupied with their bladders while Polly was currently cleaning up their cans and putting them carefully in the nearby recycling bin. “Windsor is a formal fortress, right? Doesn’t the queen live there.” “Great let’s go!” Victoria announced as she gripped herself tightly between her legs. “I…you are not going to like this one though” Roxy couldn’t help but smile. “What?” “Its at the seafront, more or less where we were earlier.” “Oh, no…no way am I spending another 20 minutes in a car. I will literally piss my pants.” She said, her feet now stamping where she stood. “Do you have another idea?” Jana asked. “I…I…we just go somewhere nearby, let me pee, and then we can go wherever.” “Do you want to win or not?” Roxy asked sternly. “Yes but…” “Great then we will get a taxi to the next place and you can pee there. There are only 8 groups ahead of us. So there won’t be a cue which you can’t say for anywhere else.” “Taxi’s on the way” Polly said, looking up after she had slightly tuned out the conversation. The gentle twinge of her bladder making her try and make this quick. She could handle it now but pretty soon she would have to pee again. So the more pubs she could put between her and her last trip to the bathroom, the better it would look to the others. “Great…Great!” Victoria said throwing her hands up, before whining softly and putting a hand back between her tensed legs. But looking up Jana could see the slight tenseness of how Roxy was standing. Despite how she was acting Jana knew things were starting to catch up with even her large bladder. Although that may have been half of the problem. Roxy was always one to boast about her ability to hold it, for fair reason. But she also considered it a failure to stop and go and pee, a necessary thing for most people was a massive inconvenience to her. So her anger at the others was probably partly aimed in at herself. Puffing out her cheeks Jana crossed her legs a little tighter, really starting to regret not going to the toilet before coming out. Her only saving grace was the others who had already peed or would go at the next place. She would have to bring it up and go in the one after herself. For the next 5 minutes the group stood around waiting, Victoria tying her legs together and standing rigidly as Francesca danced on the spot next to her. Willow and Jana engaging in a slightly tense looking conversation as they tried to distract themselves from their increasing need to pee. Arriving the taxi pulled up, the woman behind the wheel beeping twice despite the fact they were only 5 feet away. A cheery smile plastered across her face that Victoria could only roll her eyes at. This wasn’t the time for a happy go lucky cabbie, her bladder felt moments from exploding. The speed at which they were drinking them seeming to force it through to her bladder at the same pace. Carefully lowering herself into the cab Victoria took the middle seat, breathing heavily through her nose as she fought for control of her body. Being squeezed in as Jana grabbed the seat on her left and Willow the one on her right. Neither looking particularly happy either, crossing their legs they fixed their eyes on the road ahead of them and after giving the driver directions they were on their way. But as soon as they moved off Victoria let out a quiet whimper, now locked in her bladder was sending urgent signals as if it knew what she had done and was making her pay the price for it. Once again, they found themselves slowly passing through the town, a pace that was only making Victoria more antsy as she fidgeted. Upfront the driver was happily talking Polly’s ear off, asking questions about the competition and where they were all from. Her slightly distracted nature making the three desperate women in the back worry about what would happen if she didn’t notice anything and had to slam on the breaks. The tight seatbelts already cutting across their bladders and any sharp stops could end up in a wet disaster for them. “Oh god…..” Victoria whimpered again as she felt pulse race through her bladder, the nights drinks pushing into her distended bladder and causing it to swell with each minute. Looking through the windscreen she sobbed slightly as she noticed the cab driver letting out a line of traffic at an intersection. Her friendly wave to them adding more time between her and a toilet. She felt like for every two steps forwards she was taking one back. But there was little do but try and hold on, her palms becoming increasingly sweaty as she chewed her bottom lip. “Can you go a bit faster?” Francesca asked, partly for her own sake but also because she had been noticing the blood fall out of Victorias now pale face over the last 10 minutes. She was beginning to worry there was a real chance her friend would end up peeing herself and that would surely end their chances of winning. Not to mention a real chance of her getting wet with someone else’s pee, a disgusting thought for her. “Hey, just doing my good deed for the day. Karma is a cycle, you do something nice now and you will get it back another time.” The driver replied, clearly taking no notice of the fact they were in a race. Letting out another quiet whimper Victoria’s legs began to vibrate, the heat she was feeling from her straining leg muscles compared to that of her struggling bladder. Eventually the taxi made it back to almost the exact same place as they had been an hour earlier and when Victoria had originally been about to go to the toilet. If she would have known the discomfort she would be in right now, she would definitely have insisted she go then. Her control felt like it was being held together by the smallest shreds of self-control. “Alright we are here, first stop is a toilet” Francesca replied as they took a look at the double Windsor bar, a rather classy place with large, polished glass walls and windows. Ornate but clearly electrical chandeliers hung from the second floor above the diner’s eating their food. A sculpture of a grand piano slowly rotated on a plinth in the entrance way. While these features would have been breath taking for most, none of the group seemed to be taking in any of the sights as they rushed towards the building desperately clutching themselves. Holding the door open Jana let the others rush by but looking back she could still see Victoria sat in the back of the taxi as Polly paid. Her legs tightly knitted together and unmoving as she sat there. But she knew she had to get out sometime and with a bit of help from Polly she gingerly stepped out. “I don’t know if I can do this” She whispered to Polly who looked back at her with an awkward look on her face as she tried to come up with something to say. She wasn’t used to it being this way around, it was usually Victoria and Roxy making comments about her. “I..uh, is it really that bad?” Polly asked “I thought I was going to pee myself in the taxi, but now its so much worse.” Victoria tried to laugh, bending over gingerly and placing both hands between her legs. For the first time Polly could remember, she was seeing Victoria blush with embarrassment. “Do you need a hand?” Polly offered, but looking at her Victoria shook her head. “I can make it, its all in my head.” She said, lying to herself. Taking a deep breath Victoria advanced slowly towards the bar, her thighs tensing rhythmically as Polly walked slowly beside her. Reaching the front, they walked through into the front of the bar. Their friends waving at them from across the room, but it wasn’t them she was looking for. Frantically scanning the room she spotted the ladies room sign ahead of her and started towards it. Her lips pursed and awkwardly walking upright, Victoria did her best to look normal. But the look of concentration and sweat on her brow was a sure sign that she was anything but fine. Approaching the hallway as Polly left to talk to the others, she spotted Francesca coming the opposite way. “Hey, should we head to the bar?” Francesca added, bright eyed and clearly feeling better after visiting the ladies room. But heading to the bar was the last thing in Victoria’s mind. “Not on your life.” Victoria replied, shuffling past Francesca who simply shrugged. Letting out a soft whimper a fork of pain shot through her navel and feeling her internal muscles starting to strain and ache terribly Victoria sped up her pace. Breathing deeply as she saw the small ladies room, a single stall sitting there with the door invitingly open. Hearing a group of laughing women approaching her she would not be able to handle it if they beat her to the only available stall. Standing upright and holding onto her bladder she walked as quick as her muscles would let her. Crashing through the open door and fighting with her jeans she wiggled on the spot. Bending her knees and bouncing on the spot as the button she had undone a thousand times toyed with her and seemed to become impossible to undo. “Oh god, oh god!” She whispered angrily at her button. “I just want to pee!” she hissed at them, feeling a worrying looseness in her muscles and a telltale relaxing sensation. But finally, she felt her jeans loosen and in a flash they were around her knees. Even before making contact with the toilet she felt her pee burst out in a powerful jet, just about making it into the bowl as she collapsed on it. Her bladder clearly taking the sign of not being in her jeans as a sign to instantly empty, despite getting no command from her to do so. Letting out a sign of relief Victoria sagged back on the seat, her shoulders dropping and relaxing as the last few hours of drinks flowed out of her. She didn’t know how, but she had made it without having an accident. The last hour had been the most desperate she could ever remember being, but wiping the sweat from her forehead she let herself laugh at the absurdity of what they were doing and listening to her stream that seemed to go on forever. Back at the bar the others were waiting slightly off to the side, Roxy scanning the room for other competitors. But it seemed they were alone, could that mean they were wrong or even that they were in first place! “Where is she?” Francesca asked, having passed her friend almost 3 minutes earlier and knowing there was no que. “Yeah guys I am really sorry but I think im going to go to the bathroom too. I’ve been trying to hold it but just waiting like this is making me really need to go.” Willow admitted. The others surprisingly shrugging and indicating she may as well if there was no que and Victoria was doing something else clearly. But as Willow admitted her need, a very relieved looking Victoria sauntered towards them. “Man, that felt so good” She said wistfully, her eyes crossing slightly and getting a quiet groan from Willow and making Jana and Polly cross their legs a little tighter Even Roxy seemed to be thinking about something, even her prestigious bladder would need to be released at some point. “Ok that’s it, im going to pee!” Willow said as she started towards the bathrooms. “Wait we are all here, can we at least get the drinks first?” Roxy asked, snapping back to the room. Relenting Willow groaned quietly as she turned back to the bar and moved up to be served. The barwoman happy to hand out 6 Blue Wombats and scan their bracelets. “Can we get 6 Pints of water too.” Victoria asked, getting confused looks from the others. “Come on, we don’t want to get drunk on this stuff and we need to stay hydrated.” “That’s not a problem.” Willow joked before reluctantly accepting a large glass of water. “You cant take the glasses outside though sorry.” The barwoman added. Walking over to the side slightly Victoria immediately started to down her pint of water, the others gently sipping their own as willow wriggled on the spot. Her lip never leaving the glass but her body twisting underneath her. Next to her Jana seemed to be employing the opposite tactic and was apparently acting like a statue. Her legs locked together and unmoving as she steadily drank from her glass, a red hue covering her face as she forced herself to try and act as normal as possible despite the ocean of liquid inside her. Finishing her glass and still feeling a slight buzz Victoria returned to the bar, getting a refill for herself and downing a second glass before the others had even finished their first. A familiar fullness settling in her stomach as she patted it lightly, there was no way she was getting drunk tonight. “The best Irish liquor?” Polly read aloud 5 minutes later and after uploading yet another video of them drinking. They had been right again and now the group were smiling as that could only mean one place. “That’s got to be O’Malleys, right?” Victoria asked, her interest renewed after being able to relieve herself. “It’s the only one that makes sense to me.” Roxy added. Next to them Willow and Jana were all but silent, the former having somehow forgotten to bring it up again. Her mind addled by the new liquid and serious waves of desperation flowing through her distended bladder. She had only been asked to wait until they had gotten their drinks, but for some reason her mind had substituted that with until the next place. Something that Roxy and Victoria were not going to remind her of, and the others were all too worried about having to pee themselves than remind her. “Its just down the road, that’s lucky.” “I…I need to pee.” Jana whispered quietly, her cheeks burning bright red at the omission. “Sorry?” Francesca asked her to repeat herself. Part of Jana wanted to say it was nothing, pretend she hadn’t said anything. But inside she knew that if she wanted to be given a chance at peeing she would have to say something. “I…I need the bathroom.” She repeated, only marginally louder than before. “Ok, go at the next place with Willow” Francesca responded nonchalantly. Jana simply nodded, feeling a little silly about being so shy about it. All of the others, including Polly had admitted it with no problem. Even now when she had done so, nothing bad had happened. Yet, she couldn’t help but feel completely embarrassed by admitting it to anyone. Walking down the street the followed the pedestrianised road, passing scores of young students and people having a good time. Faint trails of liquid coming out from alleyways between establishments in a way that was all to familiar to the locals. Reaching the bar a few minutes later the group let out a chorus of groans. The outside was packed with a long line of people trying to get in. Almost two dozen people lined up between a zigzag of ropes. “Oh” Willow said, the look on her face one of a woman unconfident in her abilities to wait that long. “Guys I don’t know….” “It might be quick?” Victoria countered, knowing what Willow was about to say. Taking their place in line it soon became apparent that it wasn’t going to be. Only a handful of people entering as they waited 5 long minutes. Jana's double crossed legs beginning to shake as she nervously bit her lip while Willow paced around them. Pained grunts escaping her every so often as her maxed out bladder continued to send signal after signal to her brain telling her to let it free of its burden. A hiss of air slipped out from between Jana's pursed lips as she looked at the floor, her cheeks burning and toes tapping on the ground. Her mind filled with all of the toilets she had passed in the last six hours, the ones at the shops, her own toilet at home, Roxy’s toilet, even the toilets in all the pubs. A blurry mirage flowing through her mind and making her kick herself each and every time she thought of another one as they stood their for another 15 minutes. The weight in her bladder steadily increasing as the pints of energy drink flowed into her distended bladder. The button on her tight jean shorts digging into her stomach painfully. “Guys, I cant hold it. I need to pee.” Willow said, stopping next to them and screwing her legs around each other, bobbing on the spot. “It cant be that much longer, maybe like 10 minutes!” Victoria said, trying to motivate her friend. “I cant wait 10 minutes, I think im going to go back to the last place. It was only 5 minutes away.” “What if there is a que there though?” Roxy countered, eliciting a whimper from Willow as the prospect dawned on her that she didn’t know where she could pee the sooner. She was at her wits end and there were no good options. She wasn’t use to holding this much inside her, she had tried to go toe to toe with Jana and Roxy before but had bailed at the last moment. She had never told them what she had been trying, playing it off as simply not wanting to break the seal. But there was something interesting about the two of them. But now she had passed the point of that night, her cramping and spasming bladder fuller and angrier than she could remember. Pulses of pain were bouncing around inside her like a pinball machine. Looking to her left she let out a groan as she saw and heard Victoria chugging from a bottle of water she had pulled from her bag. A droplet forming between the sporty women’s luscious lips and the large bottle before falling to the ground. Tiny droplets bounced off the ground and onto her ankle, the contact causing her to shudder involuntarily. “Guys, im serious I cant hold it” the desperate woman reiterated. “I need, something, somewhere!” she begged for them to come up with a solution to her painful problem. “I mean there is always” Francesca said, indicating to the back alley to their right. Several large bins and boxes would make it easy to hide in one of the alcoves. Panting slightly Willow looked at the slow-moving line and then back to the ally. Her muscles trembling more with each second that was passing and she was starting to realise there was the real possibility of her wetting herself if the line didn’t move quickly enough. If she could hold it a few more minutes that would make them almost too close to give up, and what if there was a que on the inside. “Come on, watching you has made me need to go again.” Francesca added, grabbing the desperate Willow and pulling her towards the alley. “You coming?” she asked Jana. “I…..” Janna paused, desperately wanting to follow them but she had never peed outside before. She rarely used anything other than her own toilet, so to expose herself like that was almost unthinkable. But feeling a painful twitch from her bloated bladder she almost gave in. She didn’t want to admit it, but she was desperate and more desperate than she had been in years. But…there was no way she could stoop to that level. “No…im just going to wait until we are inside.” She replied sheepishly, Willow giving her a knowing look but letting herself get pulled away by Francesca with a hand buried in her crotch. Watching them disappear into the ally Jana couldn’t help but groan quietly, doubling over for a moment as her bladder tried to make her give up, to make her follow them and pee. A burning sensation erupting between her legs as her tired muscles began to tremble. Cursing herself for wearing tight jean shorts she wished she could at least have had a pocket or something that she could use to hold herself without it being too obvious. “Come on Vic, lets go see what’s up. Maybe we can get through this.” Roxy said, the pair of them matching off towards the bouncers next to the door. Getting calls and being stopped by a number of people who thought they were cutting. Even their progress was slow, but Jana hoped it would help her. But now left to her own thoughts, with Polly being strangely quiet Jana had nothing to focus on but the deep pulses penetrating her bladder. She could almost see them, her vision pulsing in time with them as she screwed up all her body to contain half a days’ worth of pee, well far more than that she realised as she started totting up the pints compared to what she usually drank. Another brick added to the weight of her bloated organ with each pub. Whimpering she paced around in a small circle, biting her nails and trying desperately to hold on with all her being. Rushing into the alley and despite it being for Willows sake, it was Francesca that ducked into a small alcove behind a series of bins first. A small puddle already there and showing they were probably not the first people to do this tonight. “Keep an eye out” Francesca said, grabbing the waistband of her trousers and slowly shuffling them down out of sight. Getting into a crouch she sighed quietly as a stream of pee began to slowly fall out of her. “Oooooooh” Willow moaned as the trickling noise of her friends pee almost caused her to lose control. But adding a second hand between her clenched thighs she bobbed on the spot, her face red with exertion. Looking back towards the pub she made sure that no one would be interrupting Francesca and hoped that she wouldn’t be long. A small rivulet of pee snaking out from under the bin and past her. 30 seconds later she heard Francesca begin to rustle her clothes back on, stepping out a few moments later looking happy with herself. “Oh thank god, I was about to wet myself.” Willow smiled, knowing that she was about to get the relief she so badly needed. Trading places she rushed behind the bin, yanking her clothes down and falling into a squat as a heavily pressurised stream burst out of her and noisily splattered against the concrete. Moaning loudly she lifted her head back as the tenseness and aches in her body stopped and were replaced with pure bliss. Her bloated bladder continuing to empty at some speed and the large puddle she was creating quickly overshadowing Francescas and rushing under the bin in more of a wave than a trickle. “How are you still going!?” Francesca asked the other side of the bin 45 seconds later. “Oh I don’t care.” Willow said, her voice a little hoarse as she continued to enjoy the simple feeling of peeing. After another 10 seconds she finally finished, sighing again she asked Francesca for a tissue and feeling much better they both emerged from the ally to see Jana and Polly desperately waiting in line. “I…I need to go again guys.” Polly said, her face blushing red once more. She had been feeling the need to go since even just 5 minutes after she went last time. Part of her wondered if she had been to worried about taking a long time and had failed to relax and empty herself fully. With the added pint after pint of this stupid drink filling her small bladder rapidly. She had been hoping to make it to the next pub before breaking but this line was taking too long. Plus, she had been worried about what they would all think, but given Francesca had just peed for the second time no one really seemed to care. Why was she doing this to herself then, not that she wanted to pee outside. But if the que was too much longer that would happen either way. Ordinarily she wouldn’t have even considered this, but maybe the alcohol was having some sort of effect on her, even if the others were not being impacted. In a weird way some of them had even seemed to sober up slightly since pre-drinks at Roxy’s. “We will be in soon” Jana said to her, her voice more hopeful sounding that anything else. “I…im sorry I just cant hold it. Would you be able to show me where you went?” She turned to Willow who just looked back surprised. “Oooh, didn’t expect it from you.” She grinned back. “But yeah sure, you want to come too Jana?” This was the second time in 5 minutes she had been asked and despite her most hopeful thoughts, they were all coming back to her peeing herself right here. But, if Polly was willing to give it ago, why couldn’t she. “I….Yes!” She said eagerly as her mind caught up to the demands of her bladder. “Its just there” Willow pointed to the spot her and Francesca had used, a lake of pee still spreading out from that area. “Please can I go first, im about to...” Polly blushed, begging Jana but unable to finish the sentence. Despite her own need she knew she had a large bladder and could wait the 30 seconds it would take Polly to pee. Nodding to Polly she watched as the shorter woman all but sprinted behind the container and another burst of pee hit the ground behind it. Squatting awkwardly Polly was doing her best to shield herself, even though she was in cover she couldn’t help but feel exposed, vulnerable to preying eyes. Wait, what about cameras she blushed. Her stream cutting off instantly as she looked up and around the walls, but thankfully there didn’t seem to be any. Her stream resuming as she felt her body relax again. The splatter was pure torture for Jana, the noise bouncing around the inside of her head and causing her bladder to go wild. Gritting her teeth she writhed on the spot, her hands buried deep in her crotch. But thankfully, Pollys small bladder had emptied out in just 45 seconds even with a strange pause in the middle. A taunting gap where she had let her guard down only for the stream to suddenly and without warning restart and cause her to shudder violently. “Ok my turn” Jana said, seeing a blushing Polly emerge. But as she went to go behind the dumpster a whistle caught their attention. Looking back down the ally they saw Roxy waving at them. “Oohhhh” Jana moaned, her bladder throbbing as her hands rested on the buttons for her tight jean shorts. “Maybe they got us a way in, you can use the actual toilets.” Polly said mildly embarrassed that she had just peed outside instead of waiting 30 more seconds. Clutching herself Jana took a deep breath and began the walk back to the line. “Hey, so the guy said if we were just here for the promotion he would let us in. They have a bar to the side that is serving the Blue Wombat.” Roxy whispered to them, hoping to keep any competitors in line in the dark. Whimpering to herself Jana walked slowly behind them, her face flushed and now shinning with sweat as she battle to keep her bladder in check. True to their word the bouncer waved them in, giving Jana a weird look but not stopping her. To their right they spotted the bar, a large blue wombat sign hanging from it. “Six please” Victoria asked happily, part of her wondering why hadn’t they thought to ask earlier. “Bathroom” Jana muttered, smiling at the barwoman. “Sorry, toilets are for paying customers only” She replied. “I don’t care, ill buy whatever” Jana said, her voice becoming pained as desperate as she tried to barter for her relief. “Im sorry, you would have to re-join the que” The bar woman said, shaking her head slowly and pointing to the line they had just skipped. A line that was even longer than it was when they had gotten there. “You don’t understand, I really need it.” Jana said, pushing the problem in a way that wasn’t normal for her. But she wasn’t lying. “Sorry, its policy” “Its ok” Roxy said, putting an arm on Jana. “You can go in the alley; we have still saved time.” “But…I...Ok” she said weakly, walking towards the exit. But emerging on the street, despite only having been gone for 2 – 3 minutes the scenes has changed a little. Now the pedestrianised area was home to two police cars, leading a couple of women to the back of their car. Wetness currently spreading down the bare legs of one of them, her short black dress not hiding anything. While her friend hung her head, skin-tight jeans clearly showing evidence of someone who had been disturbed while relieving themselves. Strange splatter marks against her legs with trails down each leg indicating she had tried to pull up her trousers but hadn’t had enough control to stop her stream while doing it. Now the disgraced pair were being led away while their apparent boyfriends tried to talk them out of trouble with the police. “No, no, no, no!” Jana panicked, her final solution taking off the cards. There was no way she could pee outside now and there was absolutely nowhere else to go. “Where should we do this then?” Victoria asked, ignoring the twitching eyed Jana clutching at herself. “Guys I cant” Jana said, admitting her need loudly for the first time. “Come on, two minutes and then we will just wait until they have gone and you can go.” “I cant go now, the police have already been there!” Jana said, her legs twisting inwards on themselves. “Ok, then you can go at the next place.” Roxy said calmly, although with a hint of annoyance at another disruption or possibly reminder of her own filling bladder. “I cant wait that long” Jana strained out through gritted teeth. “Well then, what do you want to do?” Roxy asked, putting a hand on her hip. “I don’t know, Please!” Jana begged, her bladder feeling moments from exploding and ruining her night and clothes. “Look, the quicker we do this the quicker you can pee. Either after the police go or at the next place. If its all the way across town we can call a cab from the bar down there and you can go in while we wait.” Victoria summed up. Grounding loudly Jana knew she was out of options. There was no way she was going make it through the line, the police had cut off her escape and that left one option, hold it! “We love blue wombat” Jana mumbled as the others did their best to retain the energy they had started with. The pint of liquid flowing down her throat like a thick milkshake, her body trying to make it as unpleasant as possible to convince her to stop. But fixing her eyes on a star in the nights sky she let everything leave her mind as she just swallowed mouthful after painful mouthful of liquid. Somehow she had drunk it, but it felt as if it has instantly reached her bladder. A strange tight bubbling sensation filling her bloated and stretched abdomen as she doubled over. A fork of pain splashing around inside of her as she tested her bodies limits. “I’ve called a cab” Polly added, something Jana wasn’t sure if she was happy about or not. On one hand it meant she was already almost on their way to the next place. On the other it meant she would soon be stuck in another car for who knew how long. Just the thought made her whimper again, her hand pressing deeply against her crotch in a balled-up fist. “Yess, another one right, were 8th guys!” Francesca announced happily, ignoring Janas plight. “Look out for Pea’s?” she continued confused, but thankfully the fully renewed Willow was on hand to figure it out. “It’s a princes thing, like in the stories when they put a pea under the mattress, and she could tell.” “Well, im glad that…” Their conversation was interrupted by Jana as she moaned loudly, following it up with a squeak as she felt her bladder tremble, a spike of pure pain shooting outwards from her centre. “Jesus Jana” Roxy laughed, unable to believe her friend has just made. But Jana didn’t care, her body was constantly shaking and despite the cool air outside she could feel the sweat gathering across her flushed skin. “Guys I cant hold it.” She stammered. “Well, you will just have too. We already talked about it.” Roxy continued, unconsciously crossing her legs. “Im serious Im about too” Jana stopped, shuddering where she stood as the others raised their eyebrows, was she about too… “Taxi’s here” Francesca said, elbowing Roxy. “I…” Polly wanted to object, she could feel her control slipping. Her bladder was too full, she couldn’t hold it. Yet she let herself get almost escorted to the taxi, her eyes wide and hands balled into tight fists as she sat down. “Ooooh” She groaned loudly, the button on her shorts digging into her bladder even more in this position. Hearing the door slam shut as Francesca dived in the front her heart went into overdrive as panic filled her body as quickly as the drinks were filling her bladder. Breathing heavily she watched the town go by slowly, the traffic much lighter by this time in the evening. “We will be there shortly.” Polly said, gently pressing into Jana and trying to reassure her. But all Jana could think about was what if there was a que, what if there were even more people outside the next place. If there were no ally’s or worse the police were there. How many people would see her wet her clothes, she could feel it even now! Her bladder trembling, spasming, expanding against her muscles and causing her entire body to feel like it was being pressurised from the outside. “Uhh” Jana grunted, feeling another spasm. But unlike the last few times this one wasn’t stopping. The electric twanging of her muscles was continuing incessantly, heating her up from the inside. Looking out the window she knew they were still at least 10 minutes from the bar they were heading too. There was no way she would make it, there was just no way. “You have to pull over” Jana said, the others turning to look at her while the driver gave her a suspicious look in the mirror. “She's fine, she can hold it” Roxy replied, waving for the driver to carry on. “Roxy, I cant…I am about to lose it.” Jana sobbed. “Come on, you have held it longer than this. Just like 10 minutes, where are you going to go out here anyway.” Victoria asked. “Iv’e never needed to go this badly.” Jana pleased, a tear rolling down the side of her face, but doing little to convince her friends. “Guys, maybe we should, we have all been except her.” Willow pointed out, well aware of what it felt like having been desperate just minutes before. “I haven’t” Roxy said, raising her head proudly at that accomplishment even though she had been starting to show signs that even her massive bladder was starting to struggle. “Please…” Jana sobbed next to her. “There is the public toilet, pull over up there.” Polly said, making the decision for them all and directing the driver without even asking the others. She couldn’t help but feel bad for Jana, it was her fault she still needed to go. If she had let her go first in the alley the others would probably have been more forgiving of her. They knew she had a small bladder, which apparently now came with some advantages. Not that they out weighed the daily disadvantages. As the car pulled up on the side of the road Jana almost cried in relief, opening the door before it had even come to a stop and rushing for the toilet. The pain of running quickly only slightly more than what she had already been feeling. At least now she was up her bladder was lest compressed although that was quickly counteracted by the sudden movements. Bolting for the large silver structure she slammed the open button only for the LED button to display that it was currently occupied. “No, no, no” Jana stammered as she bobbed around in a small circle. Her bladder shaking inside her, the rolling tide of energy drink thrashing around agonisingly. “Nooo” she whispered again as she stopped, her aching muscles had finally failed in that last spin. A tiny spurt of wetness breaking through her defences, the miniscule amount sneaking out between her iron grip and wetting her panties. Breathing heavily for a few seconds she could feel the process beginning, the start of the end, her control had maybe seconds before she would lose it. Shuffling over a few steps Jana almost threw herself into the bushes to her left, yanking down her jean shorts that were thankfully still dry. A second later her bladder exploded, a noisy thick stream of pee shooting out of her and hitting the soil beneath her. Still panting, her face bright red and covered in sweat she finally relaxed as her giant bladder got what it wanted. Her stream continuing for some time, the puddle she was making washing away the top layer of soil and creating a waterfall from the brick work at the slightly elevated side of the bushes. The decorative plats placed in the centre of town almost drowning in the torrent she was creating. After almost two minutes her stream abruptly ended, the light soil dried from the last heatwave entirely darkened for two meters around her. Still shaking Jana quickly covered herself up, now becoming aware that she had just pissed in the middle of the town square, dozens of people walking by her. Most thankfully to drunk to notice the desperate blonde peeing openly next to them. Blushing deeply she felt humiliated, but at least her clothes were still for the most part dry. Walking back towards the car she had almost forgotten about the contest, but seeing Roxy standing their tapping her foot she couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed by her friend who had refused all of them the simple comfort of a bathroom at least once. They might be in a contest but Roxy was definitely taking it too seriously. “I hope there were no cameras” Victoria laughed, “Put on quite the show there.” “How are you doing?” Polly asked, sticking her head out of the cab, getting a nod from Jana who was still putting herself back together. “Can we get going, we have already lost so much time with people peeing. Its kind of embarrassing, especially you Jana. I thought I could have relied on you!” Roxy said coldly, Victoria nodding despite being one of the first to pee. “No one asked you.” Jana snapped uncharacteristically, getting a few glances from the others. “Hey, peoples small bladders are not my fault.” Roxy replied, trying to defend herself but just insulting her more. “Yeah, well if you think we have wasted so much time peeing I am sure you and Victoria will be happy to hold it until we are back home.” Jana shot back. “Absolutely, we weren’t even thinking about it.” Roxy finished, crossing her arms under her chest. “Great well I guess that is settled then.” Jana said, sitting back down in the cab. The awkward tension palpable but now as she finally let her muscles relax fully she couldn’t help but feel better. The stress of the last hour or so ebbing away as the cab pulled away and the headed off to the next bar. Their bladders all relieved, except Roxy who was already regretting her choice slightly, but she would show Jana. Her bladder was capable of anything and its strength would be the thing that allowed them to win this contest. They would all be thanking it, or her once the night was over. -------------------------------------------------------------------- I hope you all enjoyed reading this first part of the story. The other part probably wont be finished for a few weeks, so I hope this was enjoyable on its own. Its taken a while to get this part done so sorry to anyone that was waiting, real life has been a bit manic (Thankfully in a good way).
  9. Hey guys, so I thought I would try my hand at doing an interactive story. Im not sure how it will turn out but I’m hoping to have some fun. Ive not done one before so it might take a little bit of getting use to but I will do my best. I might be a little slow with chapters but I hope to make it worth the wait, if you are interested in this feel free to follow it because of my strange writing schedule. The pretence This story focuses on a group of Late 20’s, early 30’s Women who have entered a competition to win VIP tickets to their favourite music group. The competition is a sort of scavenger hunt pub crawl that has been set up by an Energy drink company Blue Wombat, for the launch of their new Alcoholic drink. In their town a number of establishments have signed up and today is the grand unveiling, at 8PM a clue is sent to each competitor’s phone. The clue will be linked to the name of one of the establishments and the groups (you) just have to figure out each one. When they get to the pub / bar they have to take a video of them drinking one of the pint-sized energy drinks outside the pub and upload it to social media with a custom hashtag generated from a QR code the staff at the pub will give them. If they / you are in the right place then they will get the next clue and the scavenger hunt can continue. But if you get it wrong, you have to try again and that will take you time. Your aim is to win by solving all the clues and submitting all the codes first. The Group Roxy: A boisterous confident woman, currently working as an editor for a local newspaper. On nights out her big green eyes large chest and flowing black hair gets all the attention, but she still prefers to act as wing-woman rather than get all the boys to herself. She is known for having a large bladder and rarely pees despite drinking a lot. There have even been some days where she manages to go an entire day at work without peeing, although she Is usually glad she lives just a 5 minute walk away by the time she reaches her own bathroom. Jana: Almost the complete opposite of Roxy, Jana is a much shyer and more reserved woman. She currently works at a cat shelter, but dreams of working with endangered animals somewhere exotic. Despite a much smaller frame and less feminine appearance, she is strikingly beautiful and is often told she could be a model by her friends. Her Swedish heritage has given her long Blonde hair, striking blue eyes and an alabaster complexion that many are jealous of. The one similarity to Roxy is that despite her shy nature or possibly because of it, Jana has a large bladder but doesn’t tend to drink as much as many of the others. Victoria: Somewhere between the previous two Victoria is a sporty brunette, her build muscular and usually covered in form fitting clothes that show it off well. As a manager at the local leisure centre she enjoys the chance to teach sports but on the other hand hates working with the general public. The frustration and despair she builds up listening to complaints during the week usually causes her to drink a lot on nights out to forget about it. She has an average bladder size but needs to pee often because of drinking a lot during the day at her job too. Willow: An easy-going waitress she can always find someone to talk to, there doesn’t seem to be anyone out there with anything bad to say about her. Her black hair and long fringe often cover her eyes but its easy to tell how she is feeling by the large and perfect smile that is almost constantly covering her face. Like Victoria she has a perfectly Average bladder. Polly: A petite red head who is currently back at University. She had left school at 18 after having enough of education. But after being stuck in an office for 6 years she decided to head back to university to try and do something more. Her dimples and freckles got her teased when she was younger, but now she was happy to have gone through somewhat of a glow up. The only thing that hadn’t increased was the size of her bladder, her tiny frame meaning she was usually the first to need to pee out of the group and she often found herself cursing her Small bladder. Francesca: The joker of the group who rarely takes things to seriously. When they had first met, most of them had thought she was a little callous. But after getting to know her it was obvious that for the most part, she was just a little socially unaware of other people and their feelings. It was never meant in a malicious way, but the tall leggy blonde did have a habit of embarrassing people or getting the group into trouble. But at least they usually made great stories a week later. A frequent peer she hates being uncomfortable and never waits to use the toilet if its available. A trend that has given her somewhat of a low tolerance for having a full bladder. The establishments There should be an attached image that includes all the names of the establishments taking part, but its important to know that not all of them will be used in the pub crawl. So, there may be some red herrings in the list. The scale bar is a little off but I will be taking into account travel time and distance when determining how it impacts your position in the competition. The town The town of Crownshaw is located in Southern England, the seaside attraction full of students during term time and holiday makers in the summer. Due to this, the town finds itself full of businesses that see a boom in the summer but the off seasons usually bring little in the way of money in. Even with the students in the town, many leave and go to the nearby city for its night life. Unfortunately, the sleepy town rarely makes the news for good reasons. The last time it did was for a spate of public urinations by drunken partygoers throughout the town. Since then, the council had installed a small public stall in the centre of town that many residents see as a half measure and have been demanding more. The game / rules Each chapter you will have to vote on which location you think the clue is sending you too. The one with the most votes will win, but you will have to wait until the next chapter to know if you were right or not. You will be competing against 39 other teams, delays, incorrect answers or spending too long in one place may put you behind the others. With only one winner it is important to consider this when making any choices, although there may also be “random” events that are thrown in by myself. These have already been selected and will occur in pre-determined chapters, but even I don’t know how this will impact the story since you are choosing the events of it. Each establishment you visit will have a number of facilities that the group may be able to use. So each week it is important to choose which character or characters you think should be allowed to pee at the next place (Choose 2 max). You can chose a character because they are your favourite, you think they are the most desperate or because you think another character will be able to hold longer. But either way, they will be given priority from the number of votes each character gets and number of toilets. Alternatively you can also choose not to visit the toilets and save a bit of time and increase your chances of winning. If things get dire there is also a public toilet in the centre of town near point A. This is a single stall that can be used to help out a character, but will take you time to do. Moral is an important aspect of this story as none of these women want to wet themselves. If that happens, they may give up or go home depending on what else is happening and the character. To help you, you will also get to choose a bonus for a character or the whole group to help in one aspect, although the exact impact will be up to me. Again, the one with the most votes will get it, this can be a reprieve from drinking, a stall becoming empty at the next location or maybe they get a taxi driver who knows a shortcut. The final option is to choose to sabotage another team. But be warned each time you do this, something bad could happen to you too. Recap 1. Solve the clue and say where you think the group should go. 2. Vote for which of the women should be allowed to pee at the next place (Up to two women each). 3. Chose to give a character / the group a bonus, or sabotage another team. Chapter 1: On your marks “Have you got it?” Willow asked as the group huddled around their Phones. “Not yet” Jana responded, her phone in one hand and nervously biting the nails on the other. “I told you to reset the internet earlier.” Francesca replied bluntly. “Im on Data and I haven’t got it either.” Victoria replied, cutting short any arguments. “Anyone want another drink?” Willow asked, putting her phone in her pocket and grabbing her almost empty bottle and tipping the last drops into her mouth. Walking over she placed it down next to the rows of empty beer bottles the group had gone through since gathering here at Roxy’s house a couple of hours earlier. They had been waiting for this event for days, the VIP tickets on offer the perfect prize for the group who had failed to get tickets which had sold out in just a few minutes. They hadn't been to a live gig in a couple of years and they looked forward to reliving their misguided youth at it. “Yeah sure” Roxy said, holding up her own empty bottle. “Concentrate guys, its 20:01 are we sure we signed up correctly. What if our form was wrong?” “I got the email reply that said we were accepted.” Polly said, gently chewing her lip as she watched her phone. Walking back over with two bottles Willow handed one to Roxy. “Oh!” Jana exclaimed, a ding from her phone quickly followed by a number of other tones from each of their phones. They had received the first Clue. “Ok guys, here we go!” Roxy exclaimed happily, fired up by the contest. “A different kind of game?” Victoria said, clearly slightly confused. “Is that it?” Francesca added, staring at her phone and scrolling through it. “Ok, Jana you get up the list of pubs and we can try and figure this out.” Willow replied, sipping from her bottle. “Guys the taxi is almost here, its two minutes away.” Polly said, showing her screen of the booked taxi and its location, the small icon of the car shuffling around the map. “Shit, well lets get ready to go. If we need too, we can figure it out in the car.” Victoria added, putting her drink down and grabbing her bag. --------------------------------------- That’s the setting and the start, I hope people are interested in this kind of story. I welcome any and all feedback and feel free to vote on anything you want to! Any questions drop them below and I will do my best to answer them. To start with there are a couple of minutes before they need to be out of the door. The house has two toilets which means two people can go but that’s it. None of them are exhibiting any desperation yet, but it could help in the long run if they do? Or maybe its best to get going as soon as possible and not risk having the taxi wait around for them if they are not ready. Every minute counts! Current standing: Joint first. Decisions to make 1. Solve the clue and say where you think the group should go. 2. Vote for which of the women you want to be allowed to pee (Max 2 votes). 3. Chose to give a character / the group a bonus, or sabotage another team. I aim to have a chapter done every 2 weeks but will take the general consensus of votes at the end of the first week! I hope that all made sense.
  10. https://jade-net-home.com/products/124925?m= Please, can someone upload this one. It is a rare competition video where they compete to fill up the bottle the fastest. Imagine how desperate they are. This certainly looks like the best material as of late.
  11. I just wanted to give a little introduction to this latest story of mine. It was not written how all my others have been, sitting at my computer and typing away. Rather, this one was written on my phone during bus rides to work over a span of many months. I looked it over and believe there are no plot holes or egregious repeats of words, but if there are, that's the reason for it. After finishing it on my phone, I went onto my computer and typed it all out, which took nearly a week's worth of free time to finish. So I hope everyone enjoys it, because I put in a lot of work to make it happen. Also, if anyone has future story ideas they'd like to see, as long as they involve a bladder of steel or two, be sure to message them to me. I love hearing new ideas. And without further ado, here's Indra vs Kira. Day 1 Growing up as a girl in India, my parents tended to be strict with me on certain issues. My bedtime, meal portions, and most central to this particular story, my bathroom habits. You see, in the area we lived in, sanitary bathrooms were not exactly easy to come by. This problem was doubled by the fact that I was a girl, because while men had no hesitation in whipping it out and taking a leak on a side road, it was considered extremely indecent for me to pop a squat in any but the most enclosed of spaces. Unfortunately, luck was not on my side in this matter, because growing up I had always had a bladder that was, shall we say, below average. That’s probably putting it kindly, as my parents would complain to no end about my lack of control. But whether they tried forbidding bathroom breaks, mandating regular sphincter training, or even messing with liquid intake, it didn’t make a difference. I was just as liable to pee myself no matter what, a fact that brought my parents great shame. I couldn’t deal with the constant embarrassment, and when an opportunity arose for me to escape the situation, I took it. A special exchange program had been set up with some high schools in my district of India and some in the southern United States of America. I graded highly enough in my studies to qualify for the opportunity, and I jumped at the chance. My parents didn’t really question my decision, and I think they realized it would be best for everyone involved. Two weeks later I was a freshman at Houston Area High School in beautiful Texas. All exchange students were set up in college style apartments, and though we were admittedly young to basically be living on our own, we all quickly got the hang of it. An interesting thing happened when I was finally free from the burden of my parents; constant pressure – my bladder control began to improve. At first I thought I was just imagining things, but as my pees became more and more volumous, I had to admit that my bladder actually seemed to be getting bigger. Before long I wasn’t peeing at all during the school day, and after such a long time of hating my weak bladder, I quickly began gaining pride in my new and improved holding tank. Even my classmates began to take notice of how long I was waiting before relieving myself. By my senior year I was a bona fide All Day Girl. My bladder of steel always seemed to have extra room, no matter how much I drank or how long I went without a bathroom break. As my senior year drew to a close, my parents made arrangements to come and visit for the graduation, followed by a trip around the US, as they had never been there before and intended to take it all in. As we chatted on the phone a week prior to the visit, making final preparations, I casually mentioned that I was much better at waiting for bathroom breaks now. Instead of the flood of well wishes I expected to receive for this comment, my mother gave a short laugh, one quickly echoed by my father, and sarcastically told me that that was good. She then changed the subject entirely. It was clear to me that she didn’t believe me in the slightest. When the conversation ended I found myself nearly heartbroken by this… But then my demeanor changed. If they weren’t going to believe me, then the only way to prove it to them would be to show them in person. My graduation took place on a cool Saturday evening at a converted church, of all places. My parents were both in attendance, along with my older sister Kira. Oh Kira, as happy as I was to see my older sister, just now finishing her studies in engineering at a respected Indian university, I couldn’t help but be reminded of how she was the favorite sibling of Mom and Dad. Not only was she admittedly more studious than I and regarded as a much better and more proper Indian woman, but Kira also kept my parents’ favor by way of her iron bladder control. While I was complaining of holding it after mere hours, Kira would be showing no greater sign of needing a toilet than pressing her thighs together, often waiting the better part of a day before seeking relief. I was sure she had kept up with her bladder training while at university, but secretly I hoped my capacity had overtaken hers. I was backstage, waiting for the graduation ceremony to begin, when I peered to the seating area and saw my family choosing a good vantage point from which to spot me. I watched as Kira held the seats while my parents visited the lavatories. While they still prided their daughters on their ability to last without a restroom, age had finally caught up to them in this regard. Kira seemed to be keeping her legs close together, but otherwise looked as calm and frankly as beautiful and perfect as she had years ago when I had seen her last. I had no shame admitting that she was the taller, prettier sister, but hopefully I could now make the case for being the better-bladdered sister. In accordance with my plan to achieve this end, I took another long swig from the water bottle I was carrying with me. Two others sat empty in a waste bin, consumed in the hour since I’d arrived at the church. I’d relieved myself at noon and that was it. Now it was closing in on 7 pm, so I was definitely feeling something building up inside me, but thanks to my newfound status as an All Day Girl, there was no urgency. Finally, at 7, the ceremony began. Truthfully it was overly long and induced severe boredom, both among the graduates and the audience, but it was still a rush to hear the name “Indra Patil” boom over the pa system as I made my way across the stage. I beamed as my family shouted and cheered for me, and that high was enough to sustain me until we were all made free to go at 9 pm. “Indra, darling! That was wonderful!” My mother yelled with delight as she hugged me tight in the lobby. My father was next, more compoased but as happy as I’d ever seen him nonetheless. Big sis gave me a good hug as well, and I was on cloud 9 when my mother suddenly asked, “Do you need to use the bathroom before we leave for the hotel?” I furrowed my brow and replied incredulously, “Isn’t it only a 15 minute ride from here?” “Well yes,” my mom replied, “But I just wanted to make sure you’d be alright. That was a long ceremony, after all, and I know you’re not like Kira. You haven’t gone since the airport back in Mumbai, have you?” Kira shook her head, demurely so as not to embarrass me further, but clearly still proud of her bladder’s lasting ability. I still noticed my sister’s closely held legs and took note that the long hold was taking its toll. While my own bladder was also nagging me due to the three waters I’d chugged down, I made a point to stand with my legs apart as I responded, “It’s ok. I’m not a little girl anymore. I can hold it if I need to. I was actually hoping we could go out to dinner before we hit the hotel.” My father merely shrugged as if to say “your funeral” while my mother regarded me with a look that mixed slight shock with begrudging respect. She then turned to my sister, no doubt aware that Kira had probably been expecting to get free from her long held waters within the hour. “Is that ok with you?” My mother asked her. No mention was made of Kira’s bladder state, but the implication was clear. My mother knew my iron bladdered sister had been holding on for most of the day, and she didn’t want to push the golden goose too far. Tension hung in the air, however, because it was not often that Kira even needed to be consulted about such a matter. But my sister, my perfect, irrepressible sister, just smiled and nodded, “Of course, dinner would be lovely!” Only my well-trained eye saw that her smile was fake. And so we went to a nearby steakhouse for some much needed sustenance. My family was unaccustomed to the Texas cuisine but quickly grew to enjoy it, despite “its lack of anything resembling spice” as my father put it. by the time we’d reached the restaurant those water bottles were definitely wanting to come out of me, but I just handled the increasing pressure and sipped at my medium Coke. I was used to enduring classes with more of an urge than this, so I knew I’d be ok. Kira was also drinking sporadically from her glass of water, but I caught a glimpse of her legs under the table, and they were crossed at the ankles. She was keeping her composure quite well, however, and I wondered briefly if I’d underestimated her bladder capacity. As dinner progressed and Kira’s need didn’t seem to increase, my skepticism in my own bladder returned. Here I was, a confident girl with a bladder that had grown enough to take on all comers in the last couple of years, but as soon as I found myself in the same situation I’d faced so many times as a kid, it was like I reverted back to the state of mind I had all those years ago. Suddenly my brain was telling me that my bladder wasn’t big enough or strong enough to last, especially compared to my ever so perfect big sis. Dinner was finished by 10 and with nothing left to distract me, my bladder felt like a lead weight in my abdomen. At this point I couldn’t tell how much of my urgency was psychological and how much was the 2 plus liters of liquid I’d consumed wanting to escape. As we readied to rise from the table, I was presented with a defining choice. I could admit my need to my parents, follow them dutifully but shamefully to the restrooms and pee to my heart’s content while Kira and her superbladder waited outside. This was the safe option. I’d already lasted longer than any of my family expected, after all. The point had been made to an adequate degree, and maybe, just maybe, I’d held long enough to earn my parents’ respect. Or…I could follow through with my original plan. I could wait longer, and trust that my bladder had enough space and strength in it to last until we reached the hotel. I could prove that my bladder was now a match for Kira. I was on shaky legs as I got up from the table, more from the gravity of the choice in front of me than from my desperation. I glanced over at Kira as she stood. When she thought no one was looking, my sister pressed her legs together hard. It only lasted a second before she went back to standing normally, but I had seen it, and that bit of desperation inspired me. Kira’s bladder was strong, but it wasn’t superhuman. She needed relief at some point too. Perhaps I could last as long. Gritting my teeth to keep from opening my mouth and backing out of my risky decision to continue holding, I followed my family towards the bathrooms. My father entered the men’s room with a grunt, and my mom walked towards the ladies’. When she got to the door she realized that I was not behind her, and turned to ask me, “Aren’t you using the bathroom now dear? You haven’t gone since just before the ceremony.” I nearly just shook my head as a response, but when my mother added that second sentence so naturally, as if it was obvious that I’d peed my tiny bladder empty right before walking on stage because that was surely the only way I’d lasted this long, I couldn’t help but issue a confident retort. “Don’t worry mother. I can wait until I am at a more proper place.” My mother again gave me that look I’d seen so rarely out of her, a mixture of respect and bewilderment, before entering the bathroom to relieve herself. My sister and I stood and made chitchat, both clearly very much in need of the toilets that were now mere feet away, but both continuing to resist them out of pride and good manners. If Kira was impressed with my holding ability thus far she certainly wasn’t showing it. I consoled my ego by telling it that she was clearly just much too desperate to pay me the proper attention. But soon enough our parents returned. Thankful to be spared of more awkwardness, I began to walk out of the restaurant. “Indra, are you sure you don’t also need to go?” My mom asked from behind me. This time I just smiled and shook my head. We arrived at the hotel at 11 at night. 11 hours since I’d seen the inside of a restroom, and probably a few more than that for poor Kira. Despite my sister’s reputation, she was obviously eager to get to our room and free herself from her load of pee. Our room was on the 3rd floor, and when we reached it Kira was the first to enter. She put down her purse on one of the beds while the rest of us entered and quickly made her way into the bathroom situated near the front door. To say she ran in or desperately entered is to do a disservice to Kira’s composure. Her huge bladder is known in my family for a reason, after all. But at the same time, the large amount of urine she was containing clearly needed exit soon, one way or another. My own bladder was beginning to brim with fullness, and I feared that my composure probably didn’t far exceed my sister’s at this moment. I clenched my sphincter hard in anticipation of having to hear Kira’s stream pounding the toilet bowl, and my intuition was correct. There were a few seconds of rustling sounds, followed by a loud hiss as Kira’s piss finally escaped her. My own bladder began to spasm at the sound. It was all I could do to bunch my hands up in my graduation robe and not hold myself openly. I knew that if I did I’d lose all the respect I’d built up with my parents over the course of the night. After perhaps two minutes Kira’s stream dwindled and stopped. It was a piss to remember, and normally I’d be marveling at my sister’s unbelievable bladder capacity. But after my time in America, I was no longer as impressed. In fact, I thought I could take her. Another minute and Kira exited the bathroom, looking truly comfortable for the first time in hours. My father was busy unpacking, but my mother leaned over and told Kira, “It was good of you to wait.” That was about as close as my parents would ever get to addressing someone else’s bladder need, even in private. Kira nodded to her, equal parts confident and delighted to have made her mother happy. Then my sister turned to me, and I saw her smile waver just a bit as she looked me in the eye. In the good old days such a urinary feat would have been met with reverence, respect, and perhaps a tinge of jealousy from me. But as I looked back at her, I knew she saw none of those elements in my visage now. It was time to put the final stage of my plan into action. Casually I walked to the bathroom. My bladder began spasming again with its relief now so near at hand, but I forced myself to continue walking normally. I entered, took off my grad robe, pulled down the skirt I had underneath, then my sliiightly skimpy panties, and released. The whole day of tanking up on drinks had led to this moment, and I hoped it would be worth it. My urine began to hit the water below it, first as a pitter patter, but steadily increasing in volume and strength. 15 seconds into my pee and it sounded nearly like a jet was taking off in the bathroom. Being in such an enclosed space, it was tough to gage how loud my pee was compared to my sister’s, but either way I knew without a doubt that everyone in the bedroom could hear what I was pouring into the toilet. I tried to stop it, but as the waterfall continued to emanate from my vagina, a moan of pleasure escaped my lips. I loved being able to contain so much pee for so long, but when it finally had to come out, the relief was sure worth it. Another minute passed and I felt myself starting to grow empty. Wanting to make this as good a show as possible to my sure to be listening family, I squeezed off my flow until it was a mere trickle. I let that thin stream go on for a good 20 seconds, no problem for my sphincter muscles, even after such a taxing hold, just to let them all think I was about ready to finish up. Then I bore down with everything I had, instantly flushing the rest of my piss out of my stretched bladder and into the bowl. The hiss this produced was extraordinary, as what had to be a half liter of pee was expelled from me in a matter of seconds. Empty at last, I breathed deeply, trying to compose myself. Inside, my mind was a whirlwind, wondering how my family would react to such a display, especially from the supposed runt of the litter, bladder-wise. I quickly pulled my garments back up, heart beating like crazy, washed my hands, and reentered the bedroom. My parents were making a show of busying themselves with unpacking, but I could tell it was a put on. The tension in the room was palpably thick. My newfound bladder capacity was the elephant in the room. As I prepped for bed I saw Kira staring at me. Her face showed concentration, but also something else. Then she nodded slightly and went to change. I pondered that look for an hour as I tried to fall asleep on the hard hotel bed, and finally I figured it out, just before I drifted off to sleep. While I’d intended for my huge piss to be the end of my plan, in reality I’d just thrown the gauntlet down. Kira’s nod was her way of saying, “Ok Indra, my little sister, you want to act like you have the iron bladder in this family. You’ll have to prove it. Consider the challenge accepted.” “Challenge accepted indeed,” I breathed as sleep took its hold on me. Day 2 I awoke the next morning to the sounds of my parents bustling around getting ready for the day. Yawning, I slipped out of bed to begin the arduous process of waking up. Kira had already changed into her clothes for the day and I quickly did the same. Obviously my parents did not have any clothes of mine that still fit, so Kira had generously lent me half of her wardrobe for the vacation. She was skinnier than I, so the jeans shorts I’d chosen were a very tight fit, but it wasn’t like I had much of a choice anyway. By 9 am we were nearly ready to leave, so my parents availed themselves to the facilities one last time. I wondered if my sister and her iron bladder would decide to wait, but she went in right after them to take a hefty morning pee. It was down to me. As Kira’s pee droned on, I contemplated whether I should partake of a morning pee as well. I didn’t really need it, though my bladder certainly had something decent already inside with how much I had drank the previous day. In the end, I decided that if Kira could have a pee then so could I. Better to have it now than to need to stop mere hours into our day. As she came out of the bathroom I slipped in. A quick stare passed between us before I shut the door. My muscles loosened right away when I sat on the toilet, and the feeling of my bladder deflating as my morning pee left it was perhaps even better than it was last night. Clearly my bladder, trained though it was, was happy for the extra relief. We left our hotel and headed out for a day of sightseeing in Houston. As the person who had lived there for the last four years, my parents occasionally asked me for directions or recommendations about where to go next, but for the most part Kira and I were relegated to the role of followers. My parents had been planning this trip meticulously for quite some time, so they had done plenty of research on the places they wanted to visit. With the Texas sun beating down on us, we were all equipped with large water bottles of 1.5 liters each, and they were emptying at an alarming rate. Kira and I wanted to stop to get some real lunch after hours of walking, but my parents allowed us nothing more than a quick stop to refill our water and for them to pee out what they had drank. I was feeling no urge, so waiting was an easy choice. Kira paid the bathroom no mind, window shopping until our parents returned. After more walking, more pictures, and more sights successfully seen, we finally stopped for an extremely late lunch at 3 pm. Kira and I shared a look of exasperated glee at getting the chance to fill our stomachs and rest our feet. I was happy for that look, because it was the first time since last night when both Kira and I were on the same page, as opposed to being bladder rivals. She may have wanted to make my bladder pop to prove a point, and that went both ways, but we were still sisters. We ordered our food, mine coming with a tall lemonade and Kira’s with a large soda, and ate and drank our fill. Both Kira and I made sure to drain our glasses and the refills we were given. It was 4 by the time we finished, which meant neither Kira nor I had visited a bathroom for 7 hours. For an everday girl that would be impressive, but Kira and I possessed bladders that were far from ordinary. Still, I could feel some pee sloshing around in me when I stood up to leave. If Kira felt the same way she showed no sign, standing calmly while our parents peed for the second time on our outing. I caught Kira sizing me up out of the corner of my eye, as if trying to get a gage on my bladder’s condition, so I made sure to stand with my legs farther apart than normal. Upon returning from the restaurant’s washrooms, my mother told us, “You girls have been really good thus far. If either of you get tired, especially you Indra, just let your father and I know and we’ll head back to the hotel.” I read between the lines of my mother’s message to uncover what she was really saying, which was “You two are doing a good job of waiting until we are in a proper place to relieve yourselves. If either of you get desperate, let us know so we can spare you that indecency.” Once again, my mother had recognized that both Kira and I were going all day without a toilet and was giving us an out should we need it. But the fact that she singled me out “especially you Indra”, implying that I would need a bathroom well before Kira, made my blood boil. There was no way I was going to let myself pee if my iron bladdered sister was still holding on. The afternoon passed much as the morning had. Kira and I quickly needed to stop at a water fountain, as our big water bottles were empty for a second time. Kira immediately took a long swig from her bottle, so I followed in kind, after which we filled them right back to the brim. Kira gave me a glance as we rejoined our parents before taking another long drink. Again I followed suit, and that’s when I realized what she was doing. Kira knew I was determined to prove myself and would match her drinking, so she was trying to drink me under the table, so to speak. The confident half of my brain told me that Kira was trying to force an early end to our contest because she was nervous about her continued ability to hold for hours longer; the more reserved half of me was afraid it would work. I forced myself to remain calm. I reminded myself of my bladder’s prowess, thought of all the training that had led to this weekend, and determined once again to hold firm. As the four of us began walking again, I caught Kira’s eye and took a five second chug from my water bottle. Kira’s eyes squinted in annoyance as she drank more as well. With this brand of drinking bravado, Kira and I managed to drain our water bottles dry in only 20 minutes. The effect wasn’t instantaneous, but it was close. By 8 pm it was becoming increasingly difficult to hide my need to pee. My bladder had expanded greatly, going from being tight against those wretched too-small jeans shorts to being nearly suffocated against them. I looked down briefly and realized I could see the roundedness of my bladder bulge begin above the shorts, get right up to the edge of the waistband, and then get pressed inward as the constricting shorts refused to budge. I made an attempt to be discreet and put my hand below the snap of the jeans shorts. Sure enough, my bladder was also protruding out down there, meaning those dreadful shorts were literally pushing my bladder back into itself at the exact apex of its size. My capacity was being restricted at the very time I needed it most. Cautiously, I glanced over at my sister. She was more used to the tighter clothes than I, and in fact was in something similar herself. How was she managing to cope with it while I felt my bladder being squeezed and tormented? Then I saw her trick. Kira had casually unbuttoned the snap of her jeans, letting her gigantic bladder bulge expand as much as it needed to minimize the pressure on it. Though by how large it looked, it must have been a lot of pressure anyway! As I continued to watch my well-practiced sister, I noticed her either turning away slightly or doing something distracting with her hands every time my mother or father would go to speak to her. In this way she was managing to hide her improper attire decision from them. I was clearly watching a master at work. Slowly, while everyone had their back to me, I reached down towards my own button. I almost undid the snap. My bladder was screaming for me to. But I stopped myself. For one thing, while Kira had years of experience doing this, keeping her clothing modifications a secret from our parents, it would be my first time at it, and I didn’t think I could pull it off. If my mother saw me walking around in public with unbuttoned pants even for a second it would undo all the goodwill and respect I had gained in the last 24 hours. I simply couldn’t let that happen. But secondly, that deeper part of my psyche that I had started listening to more and more wanted to keep that snap shut and keep the pressure on. It proved I could hold on despite the circumstances, that my bladder was strong enough to cope with it, and it showed that I was doing something that the proclaimed iron bladder of the family wasn’t daring to do. I felt superior to Kira, and that feeling was far too addictive. I couldn’t undo that button, no matter what my bladder said in protest. And so I suffered silently, putting off my bladder’s needs for pride. My bulbous bladder continued to try and break through that deadly button, but to no avail. It simply grew around it, to the point that the pain was starting to make me a bit queasy. But I had come this far, and even though it hurt I knew my limits were still ahead of me. 9 pm came and finally it was full dark. Reluctantly, my mother made the call to return to the hotel. Inside I was joyous, knowing the torment I was going through would soon be over. But on the outside, I did my best to look calm. I think I succeeded. In past years, my parents would notice my relief at getting to the end of a long journey, and they’d guess correctly that the reason for my emotion was my full and quivering bladder, desperate to be emptied. Inevitably they would shoot me a disapproving glare or make a comment about needing to be stronger. Tonight they paid me no heed. I saw Kira breathe outwardly, probably in relief at not having to contain her load much longer, but I wasn’t sure. I could have been grasping for a sign that she had to go worse than me, because I desperately wanted that to be true. But nothing other than her close steps and the ominous bulge of her abdomen over her tight shorts belied the urgency Kira had to be feeling. I had to admit that my sister was succeeding in living up to her reputation. By the time we reached our hotel at 10 pm, Kira’s steps may have been shorter than when we started to return, but otherwise she was doing a remarkable job of keeping her 13 hour bladder in check. I, on the other hand, was feeling the fullness get to me. I struggled, but I couldn’t help coming off as tense when my father turned to ask me something 10 minutes from the hotel. As he turned back around, Kira gave me a look that said “I know you’re just about done in. I’m winning.” I feared she might very well be right and redoubled my efforts to clamp down on my sphincter. When we got inside, my mother immediately entered the bathroom. My father was waiting at the door for his turn. Kira and I gingerly made our way to our bed to sit and ready ourselves for bed, though she was still managing to come off as pristine as ever, while I seemed to be on the verge of losing what slight control I had. It was only once we began sitting that I reminded myself for the first time in an hour that Kira’s button was undone, while my bladder remained squashed. This information was of little use to me, as I still refused point blank to undo the button, but it gave me the little ray of hope I needed to muster the strength to last until bedtime. That came at 11 pm at the urging of my parents, who reminded both of us that we had a long day ahead of us tomorrow. Indeed we did, a winding, all day bus trip that would land us in Oklahoma City. Kira had no shame in going to use the loo first. I almost, almost cracked and asked to go first, but somehow I resisted. After doing so well, I couldn’t bear to show weakness, even when it was past when my parents would be able to accuse me of being weak. After all, I’d just been 14 hours without a pee, but in my holding delirium, I wanted more. I wanted to stay strong for so much longer, and leave my parents, and especially my steel bladdered sister in awe. For a brief second I considered going to bed unrelieved, but then Kira’s torrent started to hiss from the bathroom, and my bladder spasmed hard enough to make me realize that that was simply not going to be a possibility on this night. And so I clenched my thighs together, willing myself not to start holding my crotch in my presence of my parents, and waited for the interminable splatter to end so that mine could take its place. It was perhaps 3 minutes later when Kira’s massive organ ran dry, and another before she calmly exited the bathroom. While the previous night I had felt confidence mixed with the beginnings of desperation as I went in to follow my sister’s pee, tonight I wanted to let loose so badly I could think of nothing else. I walked in quickly, nearly bumping Kira in the process, which earned a smirk from her, but then I was in the bathroom and the door was shut. Frantically I undid the button of those terrible jeans shorts and threw up the toilet lid. I was milliseconds from bending my knees to sit atop that gorgeous porcelain throne when I stopped. My bladder, which seconds before had been cramping with urge after urge to let go, was suddenly calmer. Not calm, because there was still a heck of a lot of liquids stored up in it, but I no longer felt as though I was on the verge of wetting myself. Even though I could let go in the toilet bowl at any moment I chose, I stood and thought. What changed to make the urge die down so completely when I was SO SURE that I was done in? it wasn’t easy to wrack my brain with liters of hot pee wracking my stretched bladder, but I forced myself to continue waiting. With the inviting toilet bowl staring me in the face, I finally realized what had been so obvious. The shorts! No wonder my bladder was throwing so many spasms against my sphincter as the night wore on. That cursed button had been digging into the very core of my bladder at a time when it needed all the capacity it could muster. Kira had been smart enough to loosen her shorts, but my sick pride prevented me from doing the same to ease my strain. That pride had almost cost me everything…but it hadn’t. I had lasted. As I thought about that more a chill of pleasure ran up my spine. It nearly loosened my sphincter enough to allow a gush on the bathroom floor, but I denied myself even that. I began to ponder my options as I stood there. That little demented part of my mind, the one that seemed to be growing the longer my sisterly contest went, wanted me to walk out of the bathroom unrelieved. I considered it as my bulbous bladder throbbed, but eventually brushed the idea aside. I had to think long term, for there was still plenty of trip left. Another plan soon formed in my mind, and I smiled as I fantasized about its implications. But that was for tomorrow, and tonight, my bladder needed to be emptied of over 14 hours of piss. Dong my best to keep from being eager, I finally lowered onto the toilet seat. One, two, three seconds I waited, still resisting, just to remind my aching bladder of who was in control. Then I relaxed my sphincter and let my body have the pee it had been craving for hours. I was like a tap turned on full, which impressed me greatly. I hoped my family would have similar thoughts, though I knew that at the very least Kira would refrain from showing me. One minute turned to two and my stream continued unabated. My bulge was decreasing but wasn’t flat yet. Instead of being content with my current flow, I bore down with my abdominal muscles, urging my bladder to release even faster. For a moment there was no change, but then my stream seemed to nearly double in width. I could actually feel my piss pushing my peehole wider and wider, which was a crazy rush. After 30 seconds of roaring pee splashing into the toilet, I finally ran dry. Sighing with relief and pleasure, I rubbed my now-flat abdomen and stood up. I pulled the jeans shorts back up, noticing as I snapped the button back into place that they felt looser than they had in hours. Then I washed my hands and went back into our hotel bedroom. Once again I felt the tension in the air upon my return from the bathroom. It was not as bad as the previous day, but it was certainly still present. I had just proved that my pee prowess was no fluke. No one spoke as I flopped down on the bed next to Kira, but it seemed as though everyone wanted to. I busied myself with preparing my belongings for tomorrow, when we would be leaving the hotel to take our bus trip to Oklahoma City. My mom suddenly cleared her throat, “You know, Indra, I must say-“ “Mother, what should I wear tomorrow, do you think?” Kira cut in suddenly, and at once our mother changed her tune to speak on the virtues of the long sleeved shirt. It took me a few moments to realize what had just happened, but it dawned on me that Kira had just stolen my moment. My mom was fully prepared to acknowledge my prodigious bladder capacity in front of the entire family and Kira had instantly stopped her and changed the subject! It wasn’t often the “b” word entered my mind regarding my sister, but in light of her blatant sabotage of my compliment, I felt the word boiling to my lips and had to bite my tongue to keep it back. Any remaining qualms I had about beating Kira’s bladder into submission vanished, and as sleep overtook me that night, all I could think was “This. Means. War.” Day 3 I awoke the following morning with sleepy eyes, an ache in my back, and a very slight protrusion in my abdomen. I wouldn’t call it a bulge, not yet, but it was clear my kidneys had been doing some work during the night. it was probably a bit less than what I’d been holding the previous morning, but was certainly an amount that any sane individual would want to rid themselves of before starting their day. Slowly I pulled myself off the bed and got to work finishing my packing. A quick check of my phone revealed that it was 8 am, so 9 hours had passed since I felt desperate relief the last evening. I carefully selected sweatpants with a stretchy elastic waistband, not wanting to repeat the horrors of the day before, and when I was sure my parents weren’t looking, I deftly slipped off my panties and put them in my bag. The less I had constricting my bladder the better, though this also meant greater risk, because if I let loose a spurt there would be nothing to prevent it from instantly becoming visible on my pants. Kira woke up just as I had finished my wardrobe change, and I noted that she also opted for sweatpants, though she justified it to our parents by talking about wanting to be more comfortable on the bus. By 8:30 we were ready to leave, with both of our parents having just entered the loo to ensure they’d be ok for the start of the ride. On the previous days Kira had shown no shame in peeing first after our holds, but on this day she seemed to be making the distinct point of waiting until I’d gone, standing as far away from the bathroom door as possible as we prepared to leave. I sniggered to myself at this. She would be in for quite a shock. My father had used the toilet first, and when my mother exited after him she kind of gestured with her body language that my sister and I could go in now. Kira continued to stubbornly wait for me, barely even acknowledging that the bathroom was open, and I was about to make her pay for it. “No thanks, Mom, I’m fine thank you. Kira might need it, however. It’ll be a long ride.” I batted my eyes in my sister’s direction as I said the last sentence. I could scarcely believe I’d laid out such a brazen, public challenge to her, especially about such a taboo topic, and I could feel my adrenaline pumping as we stared each other down. Kira paused for a few seconds, wide eyed from my display, but when she replied it was in an even, confident tone, “Oh, of course I’ll be fine. Let’s go!” My father let out a sigh of slight exasperation, perhaps thinking our egos were getting the better of us. But mother beamed with pride, maybe mixed with a bit of fear, but pride nonetheless, at the thought of her two girls being so strong. It looked like she was finally getting used to having two iron bladdered daughters instead of one. And so the four of us paraded out the door, left the hotel, hailed a cab, and reached the bus station by 9, Kira and I both with 10 hours of pee being stoically held by our strong sphincter muscles. After another half hour of wait, during which the four of us casually sipped from our water bottles, the bus arrived, so we piled on. We were in the back half of the bus, with maybe four rows of seats behind us. I sat at the window next to my mother, and on the other side of the aisle Kira sat with our father. The seating was random, but also, perhaps subconsciously, fitting. After all, by taking the window seats, Kira and I were restricting ourselves from having ease of access to the bus lavatory, since we would need to both ask permission and crawl over our parents to reach the loo. It was just subtle psychological warfare between the two of us. Even if this impromptu holding contest wasn’t taking place, both of us would still easily be able to wait for a rest stop. The bus left at 10 am sharp. It was nearly full. Unless people hadn’t filled out the back, only two seats were free from what I could see. And since I had no intention of going back to use the onboard facilities, I obviously had no reason to look to the rear of the bus. The first two hours of the trip passed uneventfully. Kira and I continued to take large gulps from our oversized water bottles while our parents nursed theirs at a much slower pace. By constantly peering over at each other to keep track of the other sister’s progress, we were able to polish off our waters almost simultaneously at 12 pm. Our first rest stop was in half an hour, and I was content to wait until then to refill my water. After all, already there was 1.5 liters of water sloshing through my stomach and making its way to my bladder on top of my morning pee. Such was the same for Kira, but as I snuck a glance at her I saw her make quick eye contact with me. Then she turned to our father and asked for his half full water bottle, claiming to be thirsty. Father gave her a look that seemed to say “Don’t be stupid”, but Kira returned fire with a condescending yet steely glare that meant “Do you realize who you’re talking to?” Father sighed and handed over the bottle. Kira was nice enough not to drain it, but by the time she’d finished sucking water from it, there had to be an 500 ml making its way towards her expanding bladder. Then she handed back the bottle and looked at me mockingly, daring me to do the same. Like I needed the invitation. “Mother, can I please have some of your water? I’m quite thirsty, and as you can see, mine is empty.” I pouted and shook my empty water bottle for effect. My mother’s face began to show fear. Try as she might, it seemed she was still having a hard time adjusting to my new status as “big bladdered daughter number two”. “Are you sure you want it?” she asked me in a low voice. We both knew I wasn’t thirsty and just wanted to prove a point, though I’m sure she didn’t realize the extent of Kira and my holding contest. “Yes,” I replied confidently, “I’m thirsty.” My mother stared at me for a few seconds, waiting for me to crack and take back my request. When I didn’t she sighed, tried to smile to herself a little, and handed over her water bottle. I did my best to drink a comparable amount to Kira, handed it back, and rested my head on the window, waiting for the rest stop. We ended up being late to the rest stop, arriving at 1 pm. I’d noticed my mother sitting rigidly as the clock passed 12:30, but she managed to call upon her reserves of bladder strength and wait. But she was up right away when we stopped, and I knew her bladder was bursting. I, on the other hand, felt comfortable despite 14 hours of pee sitting in my bloating bladder. Kira too gave no sign of needing relief at the stop, and so we both patiently waited our turn and exited the bus. I noticed, as we made our way inside the stop, which was basically a large food court, that Kira and I were the only two women to not immediately head to the restrooms. What I was sure of was that we were the only two that hadn’t gone that morning, as well as the only two with two liters of water coursing through their systems. I decided to take action. “Here, let me fill that back up for you, sis,” I said, grabbing her empty bottle and walking to the water fountain. She made no effort to stop me. Instead, I noticed an odd, thoughtful look on her visage, but dismissed it and began letting the water pour into the bottles, secretly imagining all of it pouring straight into my enormous bladder. I saw my lower stomach growing and growing in my head, and nearly lost myself in the fantasy. When I recovered, both water bottles were brimming with bladder torturing liquid. I took them and turned to find Kira, but my sister was right behind me already. She was holding up two half liter bottles of cranberry juice. “I’m tired of just water. I think we should mix things up,” she said with a mischievous grin, trading me one water bottle for one cranberry juice bottle, giving us both an additional two liters of fluid to suck down and hold on to. It was certainly a lot of liquid, but I didn’t flinch, accepting the bottle and following her back to the bus, having found no relief at the so-called rest stop. We sat back down in our respective seats and Kira instantly began sipping at her refilled water. Refusing to be outdone, I did the same, and by the time the bus was ready to leave, we had both drained another half liter each. Our parents were beside us again, so talk was kept to a minimum, but from the glances my mother was giving to both of us, it was clear she was having trouble reconciling her joy in our bathroom etiquette with her fear of us losing it on the bus. I just smiled wanly. By 2:30 I decided to crack open my cranberry juice. Personally I wasn’t a big fan of the stuff, finding it rather bitter. Before touching it to my lips, I thought back and remembered that Kira wasn’t much of a cranberry juice drinker either. So why now? On a whim I began to read the label, my eyes scrolling down through the listing of ingredients and nutrients. I was about to shrug and take a swig when I saw it. ‘Can act as a mild diuretic.’ Now I was intrigued. Why would Kira pick this drink in particular? Was it chance, or did she know of cranberry juice’s diuretic properties? And if she did, why would she get it, knowing full well that she would also have to endure the extra pee flooding into her well trained bladder? I sat and contemplated this, then came up with the answer. Kira was trying the same strategy she’d used the previous day. She was trying to push the liquids to a great degree, betting that her ability to wait at full capacity would outlast my own. Surely the way yesterday ended had given her hope for this strategy, as it was I who was the more obviously desperate of the two when we finally reached the hotel in the evening. I’m sure she figured if she kicked the fluids up one more notch with the diuretic-laden drink, I would have no choice but to fold. However, she had overlooked one very important point. I hadn’t nearly lost my load yesterday because of the large quantities of water I consumed in the afternoon, but rather due to the unbearable tightness of her tiny jeans shorts pressed right on my full bladder. With both of us clad in comfy sweatpants on the air conditioned bus, this would be a nonissue for me. I was determined to hold out, no matter the stakes. With a grin to myself, I threw back my head and consumed the entire bottle of cranberry juice at once, sighing loudly enough upon completion to alert Kira to what I had just done. Her eyes went wide for a moment when she saw the empty bottle in front of me, but then she began to snicker. She did not, as I had expected, instantly chug her bottle in return, instead merely popping off the cap and taking a single sip. I steeled myself. So that was her game. She was playing dirty now. If she kept up her current pace, her cranberry juice would take over an hour to be finished, while I was now fully laden with the diuretic laced juice. My bladder would end up being pumped with a larger quantity of pee than hers. I was slowly realizing that perhaps she wanted more than just to win a fair contest with me. Perhaps she wanted me to embarrass myself in front of my family, to piss myself in shame on the bus ride for even having the gall to challenge her in this endeavor. Well, if that was her game, I was more than willing to play it. Ii knew my abilities, and I reckoned I could still handle myself and my sure to be bulging bladder. It was 4 pm by the time Kira finished the last of her cranberry juice. With 17 hours separating her from her last trip to the toilet, she looked the picture of casual calm. Hands pressed into her lap, true, but I didn’t doubt that my iron bladdered sister still had plenty of room and will to hold on. On the outside I also appeared ok. Maybe I was a bit tenser than she, but only slightly. Well, there was one outward sign of my need to pee, if we’re being honest. My bladder had started ballooning around 3:30 and only recently stopped growing at such a quick rate. I was thankful that the cranberry juice wasn’t as bad as a full blown diuretic pill, otherwise I’d probably be nearing my limit. But as I gently palmed the lump that was even slightly visible under my sweatshirt, I knew the juice had still affected me. We had another rest stop at 4:30, this one lasting until 6 so that we could all eat a real dinner. Considering all my family had had by this point in the day was some random snacks on the bus, we were quite happy for the stop. Though part of me was disappointed that my increasing hunger would no longer be there in the pit of my stomach to distract me from the throb of my bladder. I stood carefully to follow my mother off the bus. I peeked to my right and saw Kira stand, wince, and put her legs closer together before gingerly exiting after me. The diuretic had finally started to hit her as well. She probably hadn’t realized how full she’d gotten until she stood up, whereas I was used to the increased pressure thanks to finishing my cranberry juice well before her. Of course, I knew my sister’s bladder was still plenty strong and figured she’d be able to rebound from this setback soon enough. I, on the other hand, would in all likelihood be faced with having to control a weakening sphincter muscle before she would, since I was facing the pressure for a longer period of time. That thought sent a chill up my spine, but my heart began to beat faster as I noted that it was a chill of pleasure, not fear. This rest stop, near the Texas-Oklahoma border, featured a sit down restaurant proclaiming itself to be “The last true Italian food before Oklahoma”. I tried to stifle a laugh at how absurd that sounded and entered the restaurant. Thankfully we were allowed to seat ourselves, meaning our parents could immediately scurry off to relieve themselves once more. That left Kira and I at the table. I could tell she was smoldering at my insistence to continue holding as long as she did. I had just turned my glance away from her when she piped up, “You’ll never manage to outhold me, you know.” My jaw dropped at my sister’s blatant acknowledgement of our contest. Even though it was clearly happening, it still took getting used to to be talking about it. Not waiting any longer for my reply, Kira continued, “You couldn’t beat me growing up and you certainly can’t now. I don’t know who you’re trying to impress. Mom KNOWS that I’m the bladder queen of this family, and that’s not changing no matter how much you try. I know you can’t hold as much as me, and I know you can’t hold as long as I can. Indra, you should just give up now and spare yourself the embarrassment of having to use the bus toilet.” It took me a moment to recover from her outburst, but I shot back, “Oh yeah? Well ever since I moved to Texas my bladder has been getting bigger and bigger. Throw all the tricks at me you want, I can hold it.” “Please,” Kira responded with a smirk, “You nearly lost it last night. Another hour of walking and you would have peed yourself. I would have been fine. In fact, I’m still fine, while you’re probably sitting over there with a bursting fanny.” The venom in her words jolted me. It made me realize just how much Kira valued having the biggest, strongest, longest lasting bladder in the family. But this knowledge didn’t make me take pity on her for even attempting to unseat her. It just made me want to push her, and me, further. I was busy thinking these thoughts and Kira became impatient. “Well, what do you have to say for yourself??” I gave her a blank stare as I asked her, “How far are you willing to go?” Before she could answer, I flagged down a passing waiter. “Two iced teas please.” The dinner was fantastic. I promised never to doubt the true Italian tastes of North Texas ever again as the final bite of pasta entered my mouth. Kira and I had both finished our iced teas within minutes of our parents returning from the restrooms, so of course that meant we needed refills. I figured that would be all the drinking we’d need for now, but Kira was intent on following through with her plan to drink me under the table. As our waiter collected our dirty plates, Kira motioned to him. “Sir? I’m ever so sorry to bother you, but would you mind topping off my water bottle?” Not waiting for a reply, Kira took out her water, still one liter full, and chugged down half of it. I could hear my mother audibly gulping as the waiter then filled it with a liter of water to make it full once more. All eyes turned to me, everyone knowing what was coming. Kira was mouthing “Give up Indra” over and over, but she wouldn’t be winning this contest this easily. I took out my own 1.5 liter bottle, pressed it to my lips and didn’t lower it until the water level was at the same spot it was in Kira’s bottle. “Mine as well please.” I gave the waiter my sweetest smile to make up for the fact that he had to go and get another pitcher before he could fulfill my request. After all, it isn’t often girls ask for an extra two liters of water after a meal with multiple iced teas each. Our parents rose from the table. It was nearly 6, so we needed to get back on the bus. My mother was sweating, caught between wanting to say something about the condition of her daughters’ bladders and being restricted by her culture and upbringing. Finally she squeaked out, “Are you girls ready to leave?” Kira and I briefly stared each other down. She was doing a pristine job of maintaining her composure and hiding her need, built up by 4.5 liters of drinks and nearly 19 hours since her last pee. Her hands were in her lap and her legs were crossed and jiggling slightly, but her face remained calm as she replied, “Oh mother, I’m as comfortable as ever. Let’s get back on that bus.” My mother turned her gaze to me. “Indra?” Despite the telltale ache my bladder was now experiencing, and I lieu of the fact that it was packed solid with piss, round and hard in my abdomen, I took no more than a second before answering, “Why, I’ve never felt better. To the bus!” I caught Kira’s face nearly snarling in my direction as we made our way back to finish our trip. The bus pulled back onto the road. We were right on schedule and were due to arrive in Oklahoma City at 9 pm sharp. By 7 pm I was regretting the fact that we didn’t take a higher quality bus, as my bladder was expanding to even greater proportions and I desperately wanted to be able to lie back and give it room, rather than having to stay crunched up in the tiny seat. And I could tell that Kira, for all her bluster and outward confidence, was also feeling the strain. She was sitting straight up, sometimes moving her legs up and down, sometimes banging her hand on her thighs to keep herself distracted, but never looking fully calm. Both of us, however, remained in control, leak free and in firm command of our sphincters. The bus drove on. As 7 pm turned to 8, my bladder swelled to the size of a small cantaloupe. Kira was shifting her legs uncomfortably in her seat, the pee pressure clearly getting to her. But my father made no move to let her up to get to the toilet, and in any case Kira wouldn’t have bothered. She was holding with determination, as she better have been after her harsh words at dinner. But I didn’t feel much better. I was reaching what I felt to be my maximum capacity, my bladder hurting more with every additional millimeter of bulging. Still, the two of us continued to assault our poor, aching sphincters by drinking from our water bottles. There was no more chugging, we were both too full for that, but every five minutes or so we would alternate moderate sips. There was no stopping our insane holding game. Our bladders would just have to enlarge further, hurt more, and stretch to contain what we demanded of them. It seemed defeat was not an option for either of us. My legs had begun to softly scissor inward and out. The desire to release was becoming too strong to ignore without movement, and even then it was eating away at my will. I saw Kira begin to bob her knees up and down and redoubled my holding efforts, knowing we were both feeling the same strain, determined not to crack first. Somehow, both of us played Russian roulette with our bladders and came away unscathed, as the bus rolled into its station in Oklahoma City at 8:45 and neither Kira nor I had suffered even the most remote of leakage. It was clear to anyone who looked upon us that we were two young adult girls in dire need of a bathroom break, wee bursting to escape, but still we suppressed our bodily urges. On shaky legs I rose to exit the bus, and Kira followed after cupping her expansive bladder with her hands. Once we were out it was merely a 10 minute walk to our hotel and the freedom our pent up pee was so desperately desiring. “Are you two ok?” our mother asked us as we began the short walk. I whispered out “Of course mother,” while Kira could only nod and grimace. A particularly hard bladder spasm was wracking her beautiful slim figure, and it was taking what appeared to be a great deal of concentration and muscle control to fight it off. The walk was slow going but Kira and I pushed ourselves to our limits in an effort to appear unaffected by the quantities of piss pushing us to release our bladders all over the sidewalk. Our hands curled into fists, we both forced our backs straight, wincing mightily as the urge to let loose our torrents doubled in intensity. We both sported large pudges growing over the waistbands of our sweatpants. Had we been wearing Kira’s tiny shorts from the previous day, we might have been done in, even with our massive resolve and bladders. But thankfully our bladders were able to stretch as much as necessary to contain our immense floods, if only just. Finally the hotel was in sight. Kira gasped as she held it in in the face of yet another bladder spasm. I was taking ever smaller steps as we entered the hotel lobby, shaking legs pressed together as discreetly as possible. We all approached the counter and my mother began the process of checking in for the night. I looked to my right and saw Kira fighting with everything she had to remain still in front of the hotel employee at the desk, and with a groan I followed her example. But the check in began to drag on, and after two minutes I heard Kira take a sharp intake of breath and begin to fidget, clearly willing herself not to grasp her crotch for everything she was worth. For a moment I felt superior. Then I noticed that I had been unconsciously wiggling my legs for the past minute. Both of us were gagging for a toilet, two desperate young women holding back 22 hours of pee in our overstretched piss containers. It had to come out soon, one way or another. We were both pee dancing on the spot. For the first time I noticed Kira give me a worried look. The iron bladder of the family herself was close to breaking. Then the clerk handed my mother two hotel room keys and we were off, all thoughts of wetting on the floor of the lobby forgotten for the both of us as we walked quickly to the elevator. The movement gave me back some semblance of control, however slight, and I felt that Kira got the same effect from it. In any case her constant hitching of breath as she fought through spasm after spasm had stopped. The elevator took us to the top floor, and we walked desperately down the entire hall before reaching our room door at the very end of it. Mother inserted her key card while I kept myself from spurting at the thought of being so near a bathroom at last. But as she turned the handle, a new thought struck me with horror. Who would go first? Surely it would have to be Kira, as in my intensely prideful state I felt I would rather wet than pee before her. But that meant I would have to hold on for at least 5 long, painful bladder busting minutes before getting the opportunity to gain my relief. I didn’t know if I could make it that long, not with the toilet so close, not while listening to Kira piss out Niagara Falls. With bated breath I entered. The room was huge. For a split second all thoughts of pee pain left my head as I marveled at the size of our hotel room. “Sorry it took so long,” my mother was saying beside me, though it was difficult to concentrate on her voice, “I had us upgraded to the suite.” Momentarily I wondered why my frugal, penny pinching mother would voluntarily pay more money for an albeit bigger room, but then all that went to the wayside as I saw another perk of the room size – it had two bathrooms. Instantly Kira hobbled into the bathroom nearest the hotel door, while I raced to the one on the far side of the room. I heard her door shut with a thud and mine followed seconds later. My sweatpants were somehow tight to my body, such was the distension of my bulging bladder. I yanked them down frantically, crossed my legs for one second to regain full control and admire the cannonball in my abdomen, and then rushed to the toilet. My gusher began as soon as I was seated. 22 hours of piss streamed out of me with crazy force. That damn cranberry juice had nearly done me in, heck it had nearly done in Kira, the mastermind herself, yet we both survived. I could hear Kira’s massive gush faintly through the door, but by bearing down even harder on my own stream I managed to drown it out. I had always been good at peeing with force once I’d become a competent holder, but my current flood outstripped even the ones I had made in the past few days. I was well and truly bursting. I wiped matted hair out of my face as my pee continued into its second minute unabated. My mind fought through wave after wave of pee pleasure to think about Kira and the ridiculous levels this challenge had now reached. 22 hours without a single pee break was crazy, even for a well-trained Indian girl such as her. Or such as me. I wasn’t sure if we could push the limits any further to really find a winner in this contest of bladder capacity. Even with a milk diuretic we both lasted a full day. With despair I noted that this trip would be over soon. We had another bus ride to Albaquerque tomorrow, and the next morning we’d be heading to the Albaquerque airport, where my mother, father, and Kira would fly back to India and I would fly back to Houston. I didn’t think there was enough time left to resolve things, one way or another. Even as my pee began to slow down in its fourth minute, I sat and pondered the fact that Kira and I were seemingly too good at holding it to decide upon a winner. My trickle finally ground to a halt seconds before the fifth minute began, and when it did I suddenly got one last, risky plan. It was ridiculous, so much in fact that I didn’t know if I’d be able to do it, let alone Kira. But dammit, at the risk of total embarrassment, of biting off way more than I could chew, and of pushing my bladder into very uncharted waters, I promised myself I would see it through to the end, for better or worse. And besides, my plan was crazy enough that it just might work, and that was enough for me. With a jolt I heard my father banging on the bathroom door, and I surmised that I’d been inside for an additional five minutes, going through my desperate plan over and over. Haphazardly, I apologized, rinsed my hands, and exited. My father gruffly entered, and I found myself alone in what appeared to be a combination bedroom and living room with one gigantic bed. I saw the other bathroom door was still shut, and I guessed that my mom was inside it, but then where was Kira? I turned all the way around and noted a door I hadn’t seen before in my rush for a toilet, hidden away just to the right of the bathroom that I had used. I turned the handle, opened it, went inside, and came face to face with two more beds, these ones smaller but still impressive. Kira was busy making hers, her back to me. Sensing my presence, she said to me, without looking over her shoulder, “You know this is hopeless, right? Try it again tomorrow for all I care. I’m used to this. I’ll last longer on my shortest hold than you ever could on your longest. Face it sis, I’ve got the iron bladder, and you…well you just don’t, ok? It doesn’t make you less of a woman, well, TOO much less of a woman, it just makes you like everyone else.” My eyes blazed like fire for a moment at her words, but then I lay into the bed opposite Kira’s and became unspeakably tired. All the holding of the past day had worn me out. All I mustered in reply was, “You’ll have to try harder than this,” before my heavy eye lids shut themselves. And as I began drifting off to sleep, I made one final revelation. Our mother said she had purposely upgraded us to the suite. Now I knew why. She knew how close Kira and I’s bladders were to their breaking points when we reached the hotel, and she didn’t want one of us to have to disgrace ourselves waiting for the toilet in the room. So she’d gotten us the largest room, the only one in the hotel with multiple bathrooms, to save us from ourselves. The last words on my lips before the sandman took his nightly hold of me were “I don’t want to be saved.” Day 4 I awoke to the sound of Kira getting dressed. In preparation for the bus ride to come, she had once again opted for sweatpants and a large t-shirt. Instinctively my hands reached for my bladder, and I was pleased to discover a small hardness, but nothing more. I was relieved that the cranberry juice from the day before hadn’t continued to work on my kidneys through the night. I’d need every bit of bladder capacity I could muster for what lay ahead. I clenched my sphincter a few times, testing it, and was delighted by the results. I was able to clamp down as hard as ever, my bladder showing basically no ill effects from the previous day’s bursting hold. This was good. This gave me a chance. Kira noticed that I was awake, and instantly her trash talk from the last night continued. “Aww, finally awake there Indra? Did that long hold tire you out? I still haven’t taken a pee this morning, and isn’t that your big bad plan? Get Kira to skip her morning pee, because obviously that worked out so well for you yesterday.” All I had time for was, “Don’t’ go before we leave,” before she cut me off and continued, “Of course I won’t go before we leave. If you wanna lose the hard way, so be it. But do you actually think skipping my morning pee is anything new or difficult for me? Back when I was a senior in high school, I didn’t take a morning pee for 8 months, from day one until graduation. I got my diploma with a darn fuller bladder than you had at yours. I’ve done this more than you know, and when I go back to India I guarantee you, Indra, that I’ll still be the owner of the biggest, strongest, and best bladder in this family.” I began getting dressed as she finished her rant. My normally composed sister was anything but. I knew I was in for a serious fight now that I was encroaching on her territory, staking my name to her big bladdered crown, but I had never been more prepared, both mentally and physically, for anything in my entire life. That much I knew. “We’ll find out if you’re right,” was all I said as I readied myself to leave the room. Kira could only huff and follow. The clock on the far wall of the main room read 7:30. I was surprised it was so early, but then again I had crashed to sleep as soon as we had gotten in and my pressing pee had gotten out, so I was certainly well rested. Our parents were already getting their things in order, and by 7:45 we were ready to leave the hotel. Our bus didn’t depart until noon, so we had some time to relax and see the sights of Oklahoma City. Both of them popped into the separate bathroom stalls for one final pee, and when they exited my mother wore that look of agitation mixed with pride that I was getting to know so well. She gave a half gesture to Kira and I in the direction of the open bathroom doors, and without even a glance at each other we both shook our heads. The battle was well and truly on. Mother almost gave a grimace, sighed to herself after a brief pause, then spoke, “Forgive me, girls. I should remember how grown up you both are.” She emphasized the word ‘both’, which brought a wry smile to my lips. ‘If you only knew how grown up we were going to prove ourselves to be before this trip ends,’ I thought to myself. Then we were out the door, checked out of the hotel, and on our way to the center of the city, and already nearly 11 hours separated Kira and I from our last lavatory visits. We found out one thing in the four hours we had to kill – Oklahoma City is a boring place. Maybe it was just that my focus was on other, more exciting things, but the time seemed to drag. Kira and I each emptied our water bottles and refilled them, along with consuming a cup of coffee and a glass of juice each at breakfast. The additional liquids bothered us not. By this point in the journey, we both knew the other possessed some serious holding power. Finally the time came to board the bus. We had reached the station a bit early to give our parents a chance to pee one last time before the ride. Kira and I simply waited outside the restrooms for them. The station was packed and the flow of women in and out of the ladies’ room was constant. As the two of us stood outside it, regarding ourselves as above needing the relief it offered, we overheard one skinny blonde, probably in her mid 30s, say to a man I presumed was her husband, “Look at those girls. Over there. Girls these days think they all have bladders of steel. I guarantee you they’ll regret just standing there in two hours time.” The man just nodded. Kira gave her sassy smirk, while I chuckled to myself. We might end up regretting it, but it would definitely take longer than two hours. This became funnier to me when I considered that it had already been nearly 15 hours since we’d last gotten relief. Despite the crush of people, the four of us found ourselves among the first ones on our bus. Kira gave me a look, then announced to my parents, “Indra and I are gonna take the seats in the back.” They nodded dumbly, as did I, surprised my sister wanted to sit with me but not really feeling unhappy about it. When we reached the seats I quickly realized the psychological ploy Kira was going for. These seats were positioned right next to the bus’s onboard lavatory, meaning that not only would we both constantly be afforded a reminder of our plight as well as an easy way to end our bladder pain, but we’d have to listen to the continuous trickle of passengers emptying their bladders while ours stayed full. Without missing a beat, Kira took the window seat, mentioning with an airy casualness, “I’ll sit here, so you don’t have to climb over me to pee. I, of course, will not be needing to do that on this bus. I can hold it. In fact, I can hold it even though it’s been over half a day since I wasn’t holding it. Grown women can do that, you know.” “I know how long it’s been, sister. And it’ll be much longer before I’ll have to do such an unwomanly thing as relieve myself, so I hope you’re in it for the long haul.” I sat down next to her after finishing my retort, legs intentionally open to show the ease of my current sublime bladder control. Inwardly I was proud of my response. I’d always wanted to be able to say things like that, just as Kira did, to offhandedly brag about my holding capacity, but until recently my bladder had never been big enough to actually allow me to do so. While I clearly needed practice, I thought I was getting better. The bus left at 12:10, maneuvering through the city streets and quickly joining up with the highway. The late start was attributed to the fact that this bus was jam packed with people, and many of them had decided to be stragglers. They clearly hadn’t expected such a crowded bus station to walk through, or perhaps they didn’t think the lines for the restrooms would be quiiite as long as they were. I smiled to myself at the knowledge that that was never a problem for me anymore. Within the first half hour of the ride a woman of perhaps 45 cursed, “Oh, blast it!” and rose from her seat. She hobbled down the aisle, keeping one hand on her thigh, mere inches from her crotch. With some manner of franticness she opened the bus bathroom stall and entered. Kira and I, being situated so close to the bathroom, could easily hear the woman’s stream, which started out impressively before dying down into a normal 30 second pee. “Not even enough to put a dent into my bladder.” I heard myself say as she returned to her seat. I was a bit surprised to be talking about someone else’s bladder in public like that, especially so brazenly, but I found that I quite liked hearing the words come off my tongue. Kira gave a short laugh and responded, “She could pee ten times before I’d have to go once.” By 1 pm I noticed that neither Kira nor I had consumed more than some token sips from our 1.5 liter water bottles. Feeling that my bladder was still quite in control, I decided to make up a game to increase our intake and, over the long term, decrease that very control we both coveted so highly. “Hey sis, how about a drinking game,” I suggested. Kira snapped to a half-hearted attention, moving her eyes from the window to me. “What do you have in mind?” she asked lazily. She asked it in the way one does when regarding a child’s poorly thought out request and not having the patience to give it some fake enthusiasm. Undeterred, I continued, “I’ll bet you that my side of the bus (I gestured to all the seats on the right half of the aisle) has better bladder control than your side (I motioned to everyone left of the aisle). We’ll keep track. Every time someone from my half goes to the bathroom, I’ll take a big drink of water, and every time someone from your half goes, you drink.” Kira’s eyes lit up at the idea, though she did her best to put on a bored face as she replied, “Well, ok, it’ll get me through this bus ride at least. But when you forfeit and pee, you still count for your side, so I expect you to drink when you come back.” I just smiled, “Deal.” By 3 pm it was clear that, despite her best efforts, my sister couldn’t keep from showing her excitement at my game. Her competitive nature had taken over, combined with her obsession to have a larger bladder than all those around her. Another person, this time a teenage girl who couldn’t possibly have been older than me, left her seat and went towards the lavatory. Kira fist pumped. I sighed. The girl was on my side. I would have to drink. I swigged from my water bottle, noting how much lighter it was now than when we’d begun this game. I reckoned I had already consumed a liter of it, while Kira had probably had no more than a third of that. Setting down my bottle, I turned to her as she began her trash talk, “Damn, Indra, this this was a better idea than I gave you credit for. You’re gonna lose both your pee and the game before the first rest stop, and I didn’t even have to do a thing to goad you on!” We both knew she was exaggerating. After the last few days together Kira had to know I wouldn’t break so easily. Still, there was no doubt as I felt the fullness of my abdomen that I was in worse shape than her. She was still as jovial as ever, even with 18 hours of pee sitting in her gigantic bladder. My spur of the moment idea was backfiring in my face. Suddenly, in the next ten minutes my luck changed. A parade of people began to filter in and out of the onboard toilet, and all of them were from Kira’s side! My sister began grumbling about how stupid of a game this really was as she was forced to chug her drink until it was level with mine. Still, she did no more than cross her legs until we pulled into our rest stop at 4 pm. With 19 hours of pee in our bladders, Kira and I ignored the women’s toilets and headed straight for the water fountains. As soon as we had refilled our giant water bottles, Kira noticed something. Nearly everyone on our bus had entered the restrooms. “How do you wanna factor that into our game?” I asked. Kira shrugged and turned her newly full bottle to her lips, her throat working overtime to swallow as much as possible. I followed her lead, the two of us chugging and keeping eye contact, determined not to quit before the other. 45 seconds later, we both succeeded. Our stomachs were heavy and waterlogged, but the 1.5 liter bottles were empty again. We couldn’t have that, obviously, so we filled them up one more time, grabbed some food to eat on the bus, and returned to our seats, both knowing our bladders would soon be feeling the effects of that rash decision. Time seemed to pass more slowly after the rest stop. Kira was still giving me the occasional comment about her bladder’s infinite strength relative to mine, but for the most part we sat in near silence, both waiting for our bladders to reach their bursting points. The two of us sat next to the bathroom, both needing it badly but neither giving in. Our abdomens were bulged out far past anything that could be considered normal, yet there we sat, pretending we hadn’t a care in the world. And besides our crossed legs and sometimes strained facial expressions, one could have still looked at us and not known we were bursting of the pot. Thankfully our game had slowed down as well, with so many people having relieved themselves at the stop. Over the final couple of hours of the ride, Kira and I did our best to remain unmoving, unchanging against the ever increasing tides lapping against our bladder walls. Our piss tanks continued to swell, to the point that we now both looked positively massive in that region. Kira squirmed in her seat every now and then, while I was busy doing Kegals to remain in firm control of the river I was containing. We’d both ended up consuming an additional liter of water each in the course of playing our bus bathroom game, and I could tell from the look in Kira’s eyes on her last few drinks that she didn’t know where she was going to be able to put this excess liquid. With no diuretic hampering me this time, I knew I’d be good to last to our hotel, even if it was a struggle. And at 9 pm, exactly 24 long, arduous hours since either of us had felt any relief, the bus pulled into the Albaquerque bus station. Kira and I took one last, longing look at the bus toilet before exiting gingerly to the sidewalk. We met up with our parents and decided to hail a cab to our hotel. I could see mother giving note to our heavily swollen abdomens and our feeble attempts to stand straight while walking, but she said nothing as we entered the cab. 15 minutes later we were in the hotel. Thankfully, despite our bursting conditions, Kira and I both showed much more self-control in the lobby this time around. We looked around with nonchalance, only giving away the severity of our bladder agony by placing our hands protectively under our giant, fragile bulges and perhaps clicking our heels and moving our feet a bit much for girls who only had to wait at check-in for a minute or two. Realizing we had much better control of ourselves on this night, our mother opted for the usual small, one bathroom hotel room. On legs that were just beginning to get shaky, Kira and I walked into our room. Both of us sat defiantly on our bed, neither making a move for the toilet. Our parents both paused briefly to give us a chance to change our minds, but when we continued to sit, my mother darted in to relieve herself. Father followed, but Kira and I did not. After unpacking a little, our father ordered the family some food to be delivered, then sat and turned on the TV to watch with mother. Kira and I made as if we were also paying attention to the screen, but nothing could have been further from the truth. Our bladders were like bowling balls in our stomachs, and keeping them full and intact was all either of us cared about at the moment. The food arrived and we all ate, then my parents retired to bed, done in from the constant traveling, after one final look from my mother to her badly bursting, nearly exploding daughters. I saw the clock once the snores began to rise from my parent’s bed, and it said 10 pm. 25 hours had now passed since Kira or I had even seen the inside of a bathroom, let alone use a toilet. It was like we were trying to live without admitting that a need to pee is a need that everyone, even well-trained girls with enormous bladders, must give in to eventually. Kira also noticed that our parents were asleep, so she was able to speak about our conditions freely, “Ok, admit it, Indra, you’ve failed. Once again, you only ended up holding as long as I have. You can’t last any longer, I mean really, look at that melon you’ve got in your gut! I know you have to let it out. It’s been over a day now. Why don’t you just admit you can’t defeat me, take a piss, let me take my piss, and we can go to sleep? I can go on being the iron bladder of this family, and you can go on being second best.” At this I smiled. “What’s so funny?!” Kira asked, louder than she intended due to her state of bladder distress. “This waiting game isn’t over yet,” I said to her, my eyes twinkling. “What are you talking about?” Kira questioned, “It’s been (she swiveled to look at the clock)….25 hours since we’ve peed! What do you mean it’s not over? We’re here, we’re in our hotel room. Of course it’s over. It’s just a question of who goes first. And that’s you. A tie always goes to the champion, and I most certainly am the bladder champion around here.” My grin grew wider, “Well, Kira, I’m not going. I don’t care how big the lump in my abdomen gets, I’m not gonna pee tonight.” Now Kira’s eyes got wide as she understood what I was saying. “You mean…” she started, before I cut her off, “That’s right. If you want to give in and pee now, surrendering your title, that’s fine. Be my guest. But not a drop is coming out of me until tomorrow.” Kira’s voice cracked as she responded, “You’ll never make it! You’ll wet yourself in your sleep and disgrace the entire family! What will mom and dad say after that??” “I can do it,” I told her, “and I’m going to. I’ve slept full before and I can do it again. So go, pee if you must, but that makes me the winner.” Kira was silent for a few seconds, clearly raging on the inside. She was now fighting both her incessant urge to pee and the idea of coping with a new challenge. My sister’s sights had been set on relief once we entered the hotel room, but from last night onward I knew the only way to win this would be to forgo my evening pee on this night, even if I was already 25 hours full. Finally Kira broke her silence. “Alright,” she almost spat the words at me, “I can go to bed without a pee too. It’s no problem for me, really. You’ll see. You’ll end up with a nice big wet patch under you while my side of this bed will be bone dry!” I smiled and nodded with fake good-naturedness, then got under the covers and prepared myself for sleep, bursting bladder and all. Kira grumbled, grumbled some more, hemmed, hawed, and finally got into bed with me. Her legs were moving restlessly as she fought with her sphincter to remain in control of the mass of water she was holding. My own need was something more than a pleasurable ache, but I hadn’t been lying when I said I’d managed to sleep full before. I had done that many times in Houston. I just hadn’t been this full. Or full for this long. But I was prepared to risk it all, and this was certainly a heck of a risk to take. Slowly, it took perhaps a half an hour, my mind drifted off to sleep, even as my pee raged inside my bladder. My last conscious thought was that I could still hear rustling in the sheets beside me. Kira was still having problems. Day 5 I awoke with a jolt at 7 am the next morning. Immediately I had to reach down and clutch my crotch for all I was worth. My bladder was like a boulder in my abdomen, round, hard, and aching. I knew at once that I wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep. I also knew that making it through the night dry had been a close thing. My piss holder was nearly ripping apart at the seams, and it was taking me some time to get used to this massive increase in pressure. It was easily the worst I’d had to go on this entire trip, which made sense, as I hadn’t been to a toilet for 34 hours now. I turned over, hands still on my vagina, and saw that Kira was awake as well. And just like the previous night, her legs were still restless, moving up and down, back and forth, with pretty good speed. It was clear she was desperate to relieve herself, just like I was. “Congrats,” I croaked in a whisper. Our parents were also waking, and I didn’t want them to catch wind of our conversation. Kira rolled over, face grimacing in exhaustion and agony, and replied sleepily, “For what, you sadist?” I managed a small grin. “I didn’t think you’d last the night, Kira.” For a moment all signs of sleepiness left her visage, replaced by pure rage. “Oh, you! I’ll never be outheld by you! Now go and take a piss! I’m positively bursting! I barely got any sleep thanks to this awful balloon in my gut. Do you know you long it’s been since either of us peed?? Give this up!” I shushed her, trying to make sure our parents didn’t hear anything, before telling her, “I’m not giving up yet.” With that, I sat up (slowly, mind you. My bladder was nearly the size of a watermelon!) and began getting my stuff together for the trip to the airport. Kira could only glare from the bed. The four of us prepared our things to leave. Kira and I could hardly keep still as we packed, pee dancing with increasing franticness as the urge to pee threatened to overwhelm us. Our bladders were rock-solid, adding untold inches to our waistlines. Once, around 7:45, Kira had whispered desperately to me, “No bladder, however big, is meant to contain this much piss! Go and let it out!” At the thought of release, my bladder cramped urgently, and I had to stop and nearly drop to my knees to fight the spasm down, but still I refused to quit. Kira moaned at me and shoved a hand in her crotch briefly. Our parents had noticed our desperation, but it wasn’t until 8 am, when we were ready to leave, that my mother truly realized how badly we had to go. Both mother and father had just returned from the bathroom, and as our mother looked us up and down she realized that, not only were we pee dancing on the spot, but our tight t-shirts and sweatpants were doing nothing to hide the insane bulges we were sporting. Our 35 hours worth of pee had swelled our abdomens out to ridiculous degrees. “Girls! What are you doing?? You’re both clearly masters of controlling yourselves, but for goodness sake you can’t expect to go out like that! Not all the way to the airport!” She turned to me, “Indra, dear Indra, please, I have kept my mouth shut for all this time, but please, go and make yourself comfortable again.” She pointed towards the open bathroom door, but I held my ground and my urine. After ten seconds our mother went to Kira, “Kira! How about you? You’ve always been strong, but show some sense!” But my sister’s face was a mask of determination, even moreso than mine. “If Indra doesn’t need it, then I am certainly comfortable enough to get to the airport.” She replied icily. My mother looked to our father in a last ditch effort, but he could only shrug and say, “If they say they’re fine, then let’s go. What are we waiting for?” And so, with half our number in an extreme state of desperation, we all made our way out of the hotel and hailed a cab. It was only I that noticed Kira’s last, longing glance at our hotel room’s toilet before the door swung shut. The ride to the airport was quiet. Kira and I were much too focused on keeping our pee from busting out of ourselves to make small talk, and I think my mother way in a state of shock over the whole thing. By 8:30 we were at the airport. Thank goodness there was no line to check in for our flight, because if Kira and I had had to stand still for a prolonged period of time, that might have been the end of things. As it was, we were able to move around the desk area, squirming, fidgeting, and trying our hardest to pass off our intense desperation as excitement for our flights to the airport employees surrounding us. After checking our luggage and beginning the walk to our gate, I saw Kira’s eyes looking everywhere for a restroom sign. She even had to hold herself while walking now. I knew she was close. Heck, I was close myself, as a quick series of bladder spasms reminded me. I stopped for a moment, legs turned inward, hands on my thighs, squeezing with everything I had. I had shut my eyes to concentrate better, and when I opened them, I saw both my parents were staring at me. Kira was not. She was too close to having her own urinary disaster, and was concentrating on nothing but remaining dry a little longer. I waved my hands to my parents as if to say, “Ah well, it happens,” and we continued on. Going through airport security may have been the hardest thing we’d had to do yet, but with unmatched resolve and willpower, Kira and I both managed to put our hands to our sides and walk normally past the airport security guards. Our desperation was reaching new and unforeseen levels, levels I didn’t even know could be reached by a girl’s bladder. When we got to my family’s gate, my bladder was in a constant state of spasm. I clenched with everything I had, using nearly all the sphincter strength I had left, and managed somehow to calm my pee urgency down to the point where I could function, if not well. Kira, on the other hand, was at the end of her rope. Pacing, nearly marching on the spot, she enthusiastically waved her arms in the direction of a women’s restroom sign. “Indra! Look! A bathroom! Go there! Please, please, go there!” My sister’s control was mighty, prodigious even, but it seemed her ponderous load of pee was finally getting to her. I gave my phone a quick check and saw that it was now nearly 10 am. It had been nearly 37 hours since either of us had let a single drop out of our stretched, tortured bladders. Smiling wide, I shook my head at my poor, desperate sister, relishing the fact that I was still in control while she was finally losing hers. It was the first time I had ever had the upper hand in this matter, and I was savoring it. “Kira, you should go,” I told her with an air of superiority, “Your belly looks ridiculous. You’re gonna pee yourself.” Kira’s eyes were fearful and she nearly shouted back at me, in total denial, “No, no, no, I’m the bladder queen of the family! I never have to go before you! I can wait as long as you can! If you haven’t gone yet, I won’t!” She said these words even as her bladder bulged ominously, as her sphincter tired itself out, as she slowly but surely came to grips with the fact that her enormous bladder was in a fight it couldn’t win. “Now boarding, Gate 72A!” The announcement came over the loudspeaker of the gate, our gate. As the clock struck 10 am, it was time for my mother, father, and Kira to go back to India. My flight left at 10:30 am, giving me just enough time to see them off and rush to my own gate. My parents were shooting looks of horror back and forth as they regarded their pee dancing daughters. The time when we were in firm control of ourselves seemed a distant memory. Now we could be mistaken for school girls with teacup-sized bladders…unless someone actually looked at our amazing bladder protrusions. Neither of us would have fit in anything but the stretchy sweatpants we were wearing. I hugged my mother goodbye gingerly, then the same with my father, being careful not to bump my round bulge against them. One wrong move and it could be all over. Kira was last, and I could tell it was taking every last ounce of energy and willpower she had to stay in place and hug me. I pulled her close, then whispered in her ear, “I’m not going to pee. I’m going to board my plane to Houston without going. The only way to outlast me is to get onto that plane, sit in the seat, strap that seatbelt over your bladder, and keep holding all the way back to India.” With a desperate shout, Kira pushed me away. One hand was clutching her crotch in a death grip, the other was holding her face. I saw that she was near tears, hair flying all over her face, panic in her eyes. Her legs were scissoring back and forth at a rapid rate even as she stood, but it was no good. Her final sphincter clenches were not enough. After all this, I had come to learn what it took to defeat Kira’s monstrous bladder: 38 hours, half a lake of drinks, and the prospect of holding on for hours and hours to come. It was too much for her, and Kira’s iron bladder began to rebel before my very eyes. Her strong, perfectly-trained dam of a sphincter started cracking, as I saw first one rivulet of wetness snake down her sweatpants, then another, then another, before she cut it off, breathing deeply. “I can hold it….I won’t lose…I can hold it…I…I…It’s coming out!” Kira’s bladder suddenly exploded, gushing piss everywhere. The floor was drenched and her sweatpants were waterlogged in seconds. With a shout of despair, Kira began half-running half-hobbling to the women’s restroom she had so astutely pointed out to me minutes before. The battle was over. I had won. I grinned, reveling in my victory, my bladder pain momentarily forgotten. My mother looked me in the face, saying, “Ok, Indra. You did it. You can go now.” But I looked back with a sparkle in my eyes and replied, “Oh mother, I don’t have to go. I’m a grown woman after all. I can hold it.” With that, I turned on my heel and headed for my gate. As I walked away, I knew that, despite everything she had said, my mother had never been prouder of me. Epilogue I strode onto my plane and took my seat next to an attractive guy who seemed about my age. For the first half hour of the two hour flight we made very little conversation. The adrenaline had worn off from my victory over my former bladder queen of a sister, and the intensity of my urge to pee seemed to be tripling. I was hell bent on lasting the flight, however, and ended up squirming in my seat to stay in command of my load of piss. The boy, Ryan was his name, glanced over at me as I wriggled. “Do you have to go too? I can get up if you’d like,” he offered. I smiled wanly, “No thank you. I’m actually quite capable of waiting, thank you very mu….did you say you had to go too? Why not go? You have the outside seat. The lavatory is open. I can see the sign.” He gave me a slight laugh and his cheeks reddened, but after a half minute of silence he lifted his shirt, showing me what was obviously a stretched and aching bladder, and replied, “What the hell, I’m never gonna see you again after this, so if you must know I’m testing myself. I haven’t gone in a very long time. It’s actually been 24 hours. I don’t want to go until I can’t wait anymore.” My jaw nearly dropped off of my face, and I had to jam both fists into my crotch to stave off my hardest bladder spasm yet. Finally I managed to tell him, “I haven’t gone in almost 40.” It was his turn to stare at me in amazement, and his gaze instantly turned downwards to my incredible bulging bladder. “That’s amazing…” he breathed. We spent the remainder of the flight aiding each other in coping with our piss struggles. I had originally planned on peeing at the airport bathroom in Houston, but found resolve I didn’t know was possible to have now that I had a partner in pee holding. As we got our luggage I could tell Ryan was on the verge of losing control, even moreso than I was. But I wanted to prevent him from darting off to the airport bathrooms, as I saw his eyes flick that way more than once. So I invited him to my place. He was unsure, clearly going out of his mind with desperation, but then I took his hand, placed it ever so gently on my rock-hard bladder, and told him, “You can watch me pee.” Without another word we collected our bags, hailed a taxi, and desperately shuffled into my apartment at 1 pm. I was sure we were going to explode the minute we were in the door, but instead I found myself overcome with horniness at the thought of our predicament and instantly wrapped him up in my arms and started forcefully making out with him, even as our aching bladders tried to forcefully spew out our loads of pent up pee. We resisted the call of nature for another hour, hands roaming each others’ bodies but staying mostly on the other’s massive bladder. We moaned, crossed our legs, danced while holding each other, squatted down low, and did everything we could think of to last. I even tortured myself further by downing a glass of water while he looked on in amazement. But finally we were well and truly at our limits. The pee had to come out, and after 41 hours of pristine control my sphincter finally couldn’t clench hard enough to keep the oncoming spurts back. In total desperation I rushed to the bathroom and grabbed the measuring jug I used for just such occasions, convinced that this had to be some sort of holding record for myself. When I returned to the living room, Ryan had his hand clenched over his bare penis. “If I let go it’ll all come out!” he cried desperately, so I did what any good, true lady would in this situation. I let him go first. With the last of my power I clutched myself and held on as he pissed long and loud into the giant jug. After 3 minutes his pee ended with 2200 ml in the jug. I was very impressed, because that was not a total I was used to beating often. But today I felt as if an entire lake was residing in my enormous, hurting bladder, and after dumping his load out in the toilet, I squatted over the bowl, ripped down my sweatpants, and finally let loose. The pleasure of this piss was out of this world, and I nearly lost myself in it as the pee poured out of me. I was like a tap turned on full, and it felt as though I would never stop. Ryan’s eyes were bugging out of his head as he gaped at my naked pussy unleashing a river into the filling jug. This pee took over 5 minutes of forceful peeing to finish, but when it did I proudly lifted the jug and showed him that 2700 ml was residing in it. It was a total I was sure my sister Kira, even with her amazing bladder capacity, had never bested, and I knew that I was now the true Bladder Queen in the family. And from the look I detected in Ryan’s eyes as I breathed in relief, this Bladder Queen wasn’t going to get much sleep tonight.
  12. View File Huge Jade sample pack 15 samples of Japanese wetting videos from Jade-net-home, downloaded using the useragent exploit. Submitter KubaAseph Submitted 06/26/2017 Category Desperation Clothing
  13. So I came up with a simple holding challange where you have to drink half a liter of water (32 oz.) every hour and then hold for as long as possible and until you end up wetting yourself... Like i said simple!.. I not very good a hold as my bladder is kinda small but I tried it anyway... The first hour vent on with out much to speak of how ever from the point where I crossed the 1 hour mark and stated drink my 3td bottle of water the urges stated to build up really fast... Within 30 minutes I had to consentrate really hard on holding it back!.. This was the time I decided to relocate to the bathroom which was a pretty good ide as only a couple of minutes later I lost control a small squirt of urine entered by underwear and from that moment on, the small squirts began escaping more and more often despite my best efford of holding it back after one hour and 33 minutes my crotched was quite wet and it had started to become visable... The moist feeling inside my pants did everything but help and before I knew it, I could feel a small but steady stream of warm urine leak out of my penis... Eventhough I tried to hold it as hard as i could the pee kept slowing drooling out and I decided to just give up and let it go... My final time was just 1:37 and 3 bottels of water... I really loved this challange... I the first full one I ever done where I've actually tried to hold it back and it was really fun and I really wanna try some more of these challanges... I probably gonna try this only again to try and improve my score... However 1:37 have been marked so if you're up for this challange then post your time and story in the comments!
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    Gentlemen, We have finally reached milestone in this series. Enjoy some of Adult baby wetting her panty/shot. See you later after next hunting. maemoo20180
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    It took me awhile to finally get this... And was it ever worth the wait!!!! In my IMHO ... I want to say this is the best & sexiest holding contest hands down from giga & I now own all of them... Sorry about my absents from the forum everyone.. I just been very busy & working a lot.. I'm sure all of you can relate... I hope this video plays for all of you & you all enjoy it. If you have any problems let me know. I had to use a special program to get around the dreaded DRM issue smdh... I have more vids to upload.. So be on the look out for them. So without further adieu .... Giga Holding Contest SRA-04 ... Enjoy :)
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    Actress credits: Moe Kimura Kei Sawaguchi Keiko Murayama Eriko Akiyoshi 木村 もえ 沢口 ケイ 村山 恵子 秋吉 恵里子 By request: This is the second part of GIGA's "Second Desperation Contest" begun in SRZ03 (well, duh). It is NOT a high-res DVD rip like SRZ03; it's one of the older 320x240 streams just like the GMR vids I've already uplaoded, but it is complete. Each desperation contest was two separate releases, a part one and a part two. Each contestant drinks drinks drinks and completes silly game-show type challenges. In each round the last dry woman wins, with reduced points going to second and third places. At the end, she with the most points wins the prize. In Part 2, our contestants appear first in modest Office Lady attire with blouses, vests, skirts and nylons, and then in the second half (of this second half) in white cotton T-shirts with white pants (...and heels. For some reason.) These specific GIGA contest vids are possibly the best known omorashi films ever, even if you didn't know the vids by name. The situation is staged, but the wetting is real. It's genuine desperation with high production values and no escape over hours and hours. These vids contain passing nudity (mosaic censored), but very little. Each clothed wetting is filmed from several angles. Oh, BTW: I'm a bit boggled at all the ups, not just mine, packed with reviews that say 'Great vid!', 'Awesome' etc... and then there's only one or two votes with one star. Duuuude. That one star... like... tells us nothing. Are you a Mac person so you drop one star on anything that's WMV? You hate any wetting in nylons, so every vid marked "WETTING IN NYLONS" gets one star for being exactly what it says on the tin? Or maybe you had some real reason to be disappointed, but you couldn't be arsed to tell anyone what it was? So, like, we'll never know. It makes the rating system random and useless. Don't Be the Mad-One-Star-Bomber-What-Bombs-One-Star [and then disappears silently into the night like a fart in the breeze]. Leave constructive feedback! I mean just posting "YOU SUCK" is an improvement! At least then we know your capslock works too! (And to all who do take the time to leave a review, thanks :-)
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    Taking a break from uploading middling-quality streams from ten years ago, here's one of the legendary GIGA 'Desperation Contest' series originally released on VHS tape as GRZ03 and later on DVD as SRZ03. This is a full-resolution DVD cap, lovingly de-interlaced to a full 60fps, and encoded to 4:3 480p60 clip for your late-80's-esque video enjoyment. Let me know if you'd like it in an even higher bitrate... Each desperation contest was two separate releases, a part one and a part two; this is part one of the second contest, featuring our contestants in girls' high-school gym-type uniforms (SRZ04 is part two of this contest with office lady dress). In this two hour program, each contestant drinks drinks drinks and completes silly game-show type challenges. In each round, the last dry woman wins, with reduced points going to second and third places. At the end, she with the most points wins the prize. There's a reason these specific GIGA vids are possibly the best known omorashi films ever, even if you didn't know the vids by name. The situation is staged, but the wetting is real. It's genuine desperation with high production values and no escape over hours and hours. Oh, the antici.... ...pation. These vids contain passing nudity (mosaic censored), but very little. Each clothed wetting is filmed from several angles.
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    おもらしダービー "Omorashi Derby part 3" 0:58:51 : 640x480 WebM Welcome to the third and final hour of the Omorashi Derby special. Let's do the math: Five 100 pound Japanese women have six plus beers in them and... oh, wait, this isn't math. In the first thirty seconds, one plops herself in an announcer's lap to distract him, then steals his fire cracker and his beer. The she genuinely wets herself a few minutes later. Wait, was this a race? Whoo hoo, we have totally lost focus! This vid is a cross between softcore fetish porn, a gameshow, and a reality TV physical challenge contest. It is breathless and hyper complete with running color commentary by the pair of hosts (one is a regular MC for Paradise TV and you'll see more of him in other vids. The other bloke I guess is supposed to be a celebrity guest but I don't recognize him). Then there are wacky comic relief sidekick helpers. The contest rules are visible in the screens for folks who read Japanese. The super simplified idea: Five women compete in a slow motion 'race'. They're only allowed to move while wetting and they're only allowed to pee when its their turn. In the meantime there's a lot of drinking beer and squirming while waiting around. Throw in side contests a whole bunch of cosplay and general nudity and girls getting really sloshed and you have yourself this unholy work of art. The girls in this vid look like twenty-something office ladies (I think we can tell several are PTV regular actresses but they ARE genuinely hammered), and range from cute to damned fine, and slender to scrawny. If you liked Giga YH-01 especially because of the actress, you'll probably like this vid too. PTV shows usually arranged things so the girls are always wearing at least plain white panties so they didn't have to bother censoring the vids. All the wetting in this vid is through panties, even though they lose the rest of their clothes pretty quickly. Any quick flashes when changing outfits would be blurred out in other PTV vids but I don't recall for sure that happening in this particular vid at any point.
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    おもらしダービー "Omorashi Derby part 2" 0:46:10 : 640x480 WebM Part 1 here: https://omorashi.org/files/file/2026-paradise-tv-omorashi-derby-part-1-%E3%81%8A%E3%82%82%E3%82%89%E3%81%97%E3%83%80%E3%83%BC%E3%83%93%E3%83%BC/ The derby continues, now with moar buzz. This vid is a cross between softcore fetish porn, a gameshow, and a reality TV physical challenge contest. It is breathless and hyper complete with running color commentary by the pair of hosts (one is a regular MC for Paradise TV and you'll see more of him in other vids. The other bloke I guess is supposed to be a celebrity guest but I don't recognize him). Then there are wacky comic relief sidekick helpers. The contest rules are visible in the screens for folks who read Japanese. The super simplified idea: Five women compete in a slow motion 'race'. They're only allowed to move while wetting and they're only allowed to pee when its their turn. In the meantime there's a lot of drinking beer and squirming while waiting around. Throw in side contests a whole bunch of cosplay and general nudity and girls getting really sloshed and you have yourself this unholy work of art. And this being part 2, everyone but the camera crew has at least a few drinks in them. The gigglefits are hard to resist, everyone looks like they're having fun! The girls in this vid look like young office ladies (twenties, very petite) and range from cute to damned fine, and slender to scrawny. If you liked Giga YH-01 especially because of the actress, you'll probably like this vid too. PTV shows usually arranged things so the girls are always wearing at least plain white panties so they didn't have to bother censoring the vids. All the wetting in this vid is through panties, even though they lose the rest of their clothes pretty quickly. Any quick flashes when changing outfits would be blurred out in other PTV vids but I don't recall for sure that happening in this particular vid at any point.
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    おもらしダービー "Omorashi Derby part 1" 0:55:01 : 640x480 WebM This vid is a cross between softcore fetish porn a gameshow and a reality TV physical challenge contest. It is breathless and hyper complete with running color commentary by the pair of hosts (one is a regular MC for Paradise TV and you'll see more of him in other vids. The other bloke I guess is supposed to be a celebrity guest but I don't recognize him). Then there are wacky comic relief sidekick helpers. The contest rules are visible in the screens for folks who read Japanese. The super simplified idea: Five women compete in a slow motion 'race'. They're only allowed to move while wetting and they're only allowed to pee when its their turn. In the meantime there's a lot of drinking beer and squirming while waiting around. Throw in side contests a whole bunch of cosplay and general nudity and girls getting really sloshed and you have yourself this unholy work of art. The girls in this vid look like young office ladies (early twenties, very petite) and range from cute to damned fine, and slender to scrawny. If you like Giga YH-01 especially because of the actress, you'll probably like this vid too. PTV shows usually arranged things so the girls are always wearing at least plain white panties so they didn't have to bother censoring the vids. All the wetting in this vid is through panties, even though they lose the rest of their clothes pretty quickly. Any quick flashes when changing outfits would be blurred out in other PTV vids but I don't recall for sure that happening in this particular vid at any point.
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    Asian girls drink a diuretic then play twister....this one is awesome!
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    GIGA SRZ-09 Japanese Holding Contest Episode 9 - Clip 06 10:57mins WMV9 Format 640x480 - 30FPS 157MB
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    15 samples of Japanese wetting videos from Jade-net-home, downloaded using the useragent exploit.
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    This file was provided in a thread and requested for anyone to download, piece together and upload to the forums download section as a single video. Mission Accomplished.
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    Omorashi desperation tournament. I don't know which number this is in the series, but it's the one where they are wearing bunny suits. Thank FOYO for the links, I am hoping for more.
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