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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.

View File Holding Contest We get home and I have to use the restroom super bad! You say that you need to use the restroom as well, and that we should play a game to decide who gets to go. We both have big glasses of water, first person to finish gets to pee! But it's too difficult for me to consume the water, and I end up wetting myself Submitter melikai Submitted 05/01/2022 Category Female  

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 😋

Just a heads up that two of the Giga Holding Contest videos are on Pornhub. I've seen clips of these, but never the full videos. Giga does not appear to be on the "do not post list", but if this is not allowed please remove this post. Enjoy! Swimsuit Holding Contest + sporty outfits: https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5d3dbdd3e3eeb Shorts/Bloomers Holding Contest: https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5d3dba382e2c7 There's also this one featuring skirts: https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5cfa6c9621943 The channel uploading these also has a lot of other nice content: https://www.pornhub.com/users/vonbelamorta/videos/public

Hello all! I'm so glad my first post on here is doing well! Let's just say today has been a very omo-filled day. I did a hold earlier as I wrote my experience on wetting myself, and almost wet myself again! And tonight my boyfriend and I are trying something new, a holding contest! My boyfriend is a member on here as well. His name is AceJohnson! He's keeping a record of his experience of the holding contest as well, so both sides will be accounted for which is new and fun and fresh! As anyone who read my first story here knows, I am about 5'8-9ish and skinny, blonde and nothing much special. My boyfriend on the other hand is taller than me, has brown hair, and GORGEOUS green eyes. Like I'm talking show-stopping. If you're interested in how he looks, you can give his side a read. I know he talked about it. Anywhosie lets jump on into the fun shall we? So we start at about 7:30. We decide to drink 16 ounces every half an hour. Not so bad right? Yeah. I thought so too. To make things a bit spicier I suggest we have punishment for whoever looses. We decide his will be that he has to edge himself at least once per hour. He isn't aloud to get off at all, and I am aloud to tease him in anyway I'd like. Mine is that I have to edge myself all day, and hold myself right over the edge for five minutes per hour. Yikes. Something you all don't know about me, and are about to know is that while my bladder may not be huge, I have the will power of a hundred oxen. So though I may not have the advantage physically, boy can I last while desperate. First half an hour passes and I feel nothing. I don't exactly know what I'm up against here as I've never done a hold with him before. All I know is he is probably better than I am, because hey, it doesn't take much to be better than me, but I'm going to give it a hundred and ten percent. I can't wait to tease him. As we round off to an hour I start feeling the urge and it's big. I scold myself. I've only had thirty two ounces! I get pretty desperate pretty fast. About half an hour later, and poof! Gone! Someone who knows anatomy please tell me what the deal is because that really isn't cool. I felt so desperate and I don't want to be beat by him! My boyfriend could tell straight away that I was pretty desperate and ready to just go. Of course, even then I was NOT going to give up. I was prepared to stand there, or sit, or lay there, until I wet myself. I'm not prepared to throw in the towel anytime soon. It's almost two hour in as I'm writing this and the urge is kinda sorta there. Maybe the position I'm in as I write is good, or writing in taking my mind off of things, either way I bet I'm going to win! Okay I hope so at least Just passed the two hour mark and I kinda have to go a lot more now. I'm here bouncing and can't even sit still. Of course I'm not gonna let Ace know this. He thinks he has this in the bag but I'm willing to be here all night long. As long as it takes. In fact I'm quite looking forward to teasing him tomorrow. Theres just so many options of how to get him turned on. I can hardly sit still but Marlee isn't a quitter! I feel my bladder bulging out right now. He keeps asking me to press down so he can see my face as I do. Although I try to keep myself composed, all I want to do is whine and moan as I press. I'm going to try to just relax myself that way I can last longer than him. We are about two hours and fifteen minutes in and I can not stop myself from feeling aroused. It definitely doesn't help my situation so I'm trying to think of anything else. Of course having to write about how desperate you are while trying to forget about how desperate you are is pretty hard and stupid if you ask me. So yeah um. While I'd like to say I'm thriving I am going TO LITERALLY BURN IN MY OWN PERSONAL HELL OKAY TWO HOURS AND TWENTY TWO MINUTES IN SOMEONE HELP ME I'M TELLING HIM THAT I'M CHILL AND NOT DESPERATE BUT LIKE IT'S SO PAINFULLY FUCKING OBVIOUS OH MY GOD I'M GONNA WET MYSELF RIGHT AT THIS MOMENT. RIGHT NOW. OH LORD. HELP HELP HELP Okay well long story short we're two and a half hours in. As you may be able to tell the last few minutes have been very dramatic for me. Basically I leaked like a lot (this dress that I'm wearing has taken a real beating let me tell you). I have to FUCKING PEE but Ace is so freaking close. The more he moans and groans and gets closer, the more power I get to imagine how absolutely fun it's going to be teasing him. He is so so close and of course he's a good bluff. That's what makes it better. When he gets to the point where he'd beyond being able to bluff then I know I'm in business I literally just drank more because I want to see him crash and burn. I even drank more than I was supposed to but my goodness I am going to stay calm. I figured out a system if I just walk around my living room, although I'm leaking a little bit every single step, I am also constantly holding myself. Like it's bad. I'm trying to bluff and relax him because the more I get him relaxed, the easier it'll be for him to let go. I'm so close to a win! I can taste it! He's moaning and groaning and I know that someone like Ace wouldn't just do this to be dramatic. I keep bending over and I walk in circles around my living room. If he doesn't go in the next ten minutes, I will. Well okay! Long story short, I had him on the phone and he just couldn't hold it. Freaking great timing too. The moment he started going, I felt a warm sensation down my legs, I sprinted (legit sprinting) to the bathroom and slamming the door only to sit and finally feel the sweet relief on the toilet. Thank the lord. I was not about to lose to him but a minutes later and I would've. Needless to say tomorrow will be very fun!

I've started this story before but it's been fairly extensively reworked. And I've got the rest of it drafted now if people are keen. A small crowd of men and women had gathered around the fairy at the cozy dockside bar in Anderthall. She was only a few inches above five feet, pale, and slim near to frailty. Her transparent and shimmering wings were unfurled to catch the eye. In some places this might have been a threatening scene but here, out on one of those rocky islands far from the world, fairies were welcome. Welcome for their news. Welcome for their stories. “All fairies know that a good story starts whenever it needs to,” The fairy recited, “And this story starts in the dust-cracked arena of a nameless town right on the edge of the Limits." "They have a kind of a peshtak in this nameless town, a ritual competition, you don’t have the precise word.” She smiled and continued in an engaging voice that suggested long practice at telling tales, “There is gold involved on the side. And I knew that I could win." The Anders nodded sagely to each other and whispered knowingly about the perils of gambling with fairies as the barmaid placed both a stein of foaming bitter ale and a medicine glass of twice-filtered absinthe in front the fairy reverently. She didn't know what the story-teller would prefer and didn't want to break the spell by asking. Regardless the fairy wouldn't be paying for her own drinks. "But first I need to tell you about magic. About how I got my magic. I grew up down in the Folk Ghetto by the mud-banks of the great city of Mouth, before the exile, of course. There isn't anything there now, or so I've heard, just decaying shacks sliding down into the sea. Apparently the Spiteful Empress tried to get her loyal subjects to repopulate the ghetto. But they feared that we had contaminated the place with our long residence and quietly ignored the call. Those that tried were haunted by long persecuted ghosts and slid into the sea themselves. Or so I've heard. But when I was growing up in the Folk Ghetto it was filled to bursting with other fairies carrying out their lives. And filled with decaying shacks sliding down into the sea of course. Less things in this world change than people think. My mother, my sister, and I shared the uppermost floor of a narrow house near the tannery. It was an attic really. Just extra boards crowded up to make a floor among the beams. It wasn't much, though more than some had. One night I woke up with a familiar pressing need to pass water. I had always dreaded this. Our building had no interior facilities so I would have to fold down the stairs to our apartment, creep through the levels of the house, and dash across the unevenly bricked-in courtyard to the rickety outhouse in the dark. An unpleasant task for everyone. But I was an imaginative child, even for one of the folk, and in my mind all sorts of horrors lurked between my bed and the outhouse; Snatchers to whisk me away, Blighters to rip my soul clean off, common thieves to accost me for gold or virtue. I'm afraid I very seldom had the courage to brave such a gauntlet. Instead I would usually remain curled-up in my bed and attempt to hold my waters until morning. Sometimes I couldn’t. But this particular night was different. I found myself wishing. not for the first time, that instead of having to find the courage to venture to the outhouse I could simply not need to pass water. And all of a sudden I just didn't. I'd removed the liquid from my bladder with my magics. I was overjoyed at finding a most Gordian solution to my nightly dilemma. I knew my sister would be devastated that she wouldn't have my bed-wetting to tease me about any longer: for that was one of her great joys in life. And then I had a mischievous idea. If I could remove the liquid from my own bladder, did that mean I could add liquid to the bladder of another? I looked over at the softly snoring form of my sister, her wings tucked snugly at her sides. We had no windows but the roof had enough holes that in the moonlight I could just barely make her out. I'd never done anything like this before, my magic had only just started to come in, until this night I'd only practiced subtlety affecting the flow of poured water. I'd never even heard of someone changing the contents of a bladder, even yet I haven't. But still I reached out to her with my magic and... well I did the opposite of what I had just done to myself. I filled her. Even in the dark I could see her leap fairly out of her bed. The sudden pressure in her bladder must have woken her. I expected to see her dash across the boards and hear the stairs being opened beneath us. But instead she stood motionless. And then I heard it. A hissing like the end of a hosepipe under pressure but not quite clamped shut and a hard patter like rain on a shingled roof. It took me a moment to realise that my sister was wetting her nightclothes. The revenge felt so sweet. To be able to tease her for having an accident, and she two years older than myself. It felt like a drug. And like a drug it was irresistible. I'm afraid that overfilling my sister's bladder became a habit, a pastime. I got practiced at it. I learned the rate at which to fill her so that she wouldn't wake before she burst. I told her the day of the exile, five years later. Both of us young women by that time. I had my heart set on making a name in the Limits, she was going north. By that time our mother was two summers dead of a wasting sickness. She confessed the petty pranks she had fooled me with, and I confessed mine. She was apoplectic. For years she had tried everything she could think of to bring an end to her bed-wetting; limiting her fluids, foul and sweet herbs from the apothecary, dozens of hanging, whispering, charms from the charlatans on the pier. And all she ever had to do was stop sleeping near me. She spat such curses at me I'd have doubted she knew.  I had won. And I have never seen her again." The fairy laughed easily, defusing the tension she had deliberately built. Letting the men and women who had moved their chairs around the fairy's table to better listen to her story feel that diffusion. The barmaid cleared a succession of empty glasses and replaced them with fresh offerings unobtrusively. The fairy lifted her voice marginally to accommodate the people who couldn't get close enough to hear an ordinary conversation. It took me nearly a year to reach the very edge of the Limits, that wild place where the animals are as cunning as men and the men as bestial as animals. I had many adventures reaching that place, of course, but those stories are not this story. I found myself in an unnamed town perched at the top of a crumbling cliff that towered above a vast and endless desert below. I could see amongst the rubble far below the remnants of structures that demonstrated that the unnamed town had at one time been far larger, before the encroachment of the cliff. Perhaps it had even had a name. I spent the evening in a bar. Somewhat like this one, but without the people. I sat at the bar itself and mostly failed to converse with the barman, and ancient man with the horns and beard of a goat. I drank quite a bit of the rancid swill the barman pretended was beer. A lot really. Sizing up the town. Getting a feel for it. What opportunities it might present. They don't appreciate stories in the Limits. Too savage. Too incurious. "You're gonna end up pissin' on yourself if you don't take it easy on that beer missy," the bartender bleated at me. I was insulted. I had never once "ended up pissing on myself" since my magics came in. I'm sure an ordinary woman would have visited the facilities three times over but I'd been idly using my magics to drain myself. Never do anything that you don't have to. In fairness to the bartender though, he hardly knew that I would have magics. That's the thing about the simple people who live out in the limits; they don't know a thing about fairies. He would have just assumed my wings stemmed from the same profane source as his horns or his neighbors scales. "I can hold my waters better than you think!", I declared boastfully. "I can easily wait right here another hour." The bartender only scoffed. "I'll bet you a piece that I can!" I offered in a tone that I hoped suggested recklessness. His eyes lit up at that, "Ok. A piece that you can't! But if you piss all over my floor you're cleaning it up in the bargain." Of course I could have easily won that piece. I could just magic away my waters for days on end if I wanted to. But that wasn't the point. It was harder out in the Limits though. I don't know why. Less water? Less magic? Less fairies? I asked a reader once, but he didn't know. Maybe no one does. But regardless, it was still manageable. I allowed myself to get truly desperate. It was an unusual feeling for someone not used to it. I only ever did when running this trick. It came on quickly, courtesy of the many beers I had imbibed. Within fifteen minutes I allowed myself to bounce around on my stool as my filling bladder made me uncomfortable. Now, you might be wondering why I didn't just keep myself comfortable and pretend to badly need a washroom. There's a simple answer; a lie is always more convincing when it is only just barely a lie. So I sat on my stool and writhed in discomfort until I felt sure I was about to burst and make a puddle on the bar-room floor. At that point I blushed and ran out the back to a very welcome relief. When I returned the bartender wore an enormous grin, "Lotsa tough talk amountin' to nothin'!", he chortled at me. I mimicked tipsy outrage, "You just caught me on a bad day! I swear I can hold my water longer than anyone! I bet you I can hold my waters longer than you!" "I don't doubt it," He admitted easily, "I'm an old man. Complete with the bladder and prostate of an old man." "Your second then!" I declared wildly, "I can hold my waters better than everyone in this whole damned town!" I was angling for a simple holding contest. I'd won dozens over the years. Cheating makes it easy. Here no one would ever make a bet with a fairy. I live on my stories as a welcome guest. But in the Limits... I said they have no head for tales. They fell for every shakedown and scam I ever pitched. It was all too easy. I had to leave. But that's another story. The barman rolled his eyes, "So compete in the Hutag peshtak then. You've got nothing, but I'm sure you'll put on a show." I'd never heard of a Hutag peshtak. It turns out it's a local ritual. Every town has them. Like a celebration of turnip wine culminating in a wrestling match featuring stockings or a festival of cattle bones glued into monsters to scare away bigger and darker things. This particular town ritual involves the strength of a woman's ability to control her waters. Apparently it reflects the extent of her faith. But that isn't true of course. Rituals are habits. They are just a thing that is done because it has always been done. Usually. I didn't care about the justification for the peshtak. I cared that the bartender was more than happy to bet against me. "Make it 1000. Easiest money I'll ever make." I meant that. Like I said, just barely a lie. The peshtak wasn't to be held for a moon. I spent that month in the bar. Making bets. I was going to own half the town after I won. And I expected to win smoothly and easily. But I wouldn't be telling this story if the contest had gone either smoothly or easily." The fairy spread her wings wide and fluttered them like a matador's cape. The bar was packed to standing room and every ear was waiting for her to continue. But she took her time drinking her latest offering and smiling quickly at the barmaid, who blushed at the attention.

Hi everybody! And welcome to our SIXTH KOZMO LOTTO!!!! Its been awhile since we've had one of these, but with number five being fresh out of production, and being something I'm incredibly happy with, and the forum being LOADED with such good content lately, I figure its time to roll out the red carpet for the next lotto. As you all know I leave it open for a bit, and then sit on whatever wins for a bit longer before I actually do it, so this still gives plenty of time in advance. For those of you new to KozmoLotto! Kozmo-Lotto gives users a chance to have an omorashi fantasy of theirs put through the mettle by a real person. If you ever wanted to put a gal through whatever omo scenario goes through your head, now's your chance. This can be a scenario involving a place, holding until accident or whatever the end result may be, some sort of challenge, whatever fills your boots and by extension mine. You want me to see if I can make it to the bathroom after a long movie? Say no more. You want to see if I can fill up with 2L and try to clear every machine at an arcade? You got it. You getting the idea yet? You get general choice of type of outfit and all that kind of stuff within reason. So how do you enter? Pretty easy! First go to this: https://www.wizards.com/dnd/dice/dice.htm It is a dice roller. Roll one single roll on the d100, then paste a screenshot of it into your post. It should look something like this: Note: THIS IS NOT THE NUMBER THAT I WILL BE USING FOR THE ACTUAL LOTTO. MERELY AN EXAMPLE. In the same post as said screenshot, include the scenario you're entering. I used to be quite lenient with letting people come up with scenarios later on, but there's been at least a case where I had to wait over a month for a winner to decide, so now its mandatory for your post to include the scenario you want to be done in order for the roll to be counted. At the end of some period of time, usually when I've decided a nice substantial amount of entrants have entered, I will roll a d100 myself. Whomever has the closest number to mine is the winner! I will then at some point in the hopefully near future, put myself through this scenario, and then write about it in high detail right here in the experiences forum. THE RULES: 1. Do not request pictures or video. There is a very select few very close friends on this site that have seen me, and its going to stay that way. However though, one of these select people is an artist who has done art for the previous Kozmo-Lotto, and done it very well indeed. Will it happen again? Maybe. Other than that possibility, the aspect will be strictly written about. Luckily, my writing on these are usually very well received so if that has you nervous about quality of content, don't be. 2. Don't use your request to try and weasel me into a holding contest or something. If I had a dollar for every single person on this site thats asked that of me I'd be one rich bitch, eh?  4. I'm not giving away my exact location. Or even semi-general location. Don't ask what the name of the mall nearest me is for your request, I'm not stupid. 5. I don't do diapers. 6. Messing is semi restricted. Its a difficult thing, difficult to plan, difficult to clean up and deal with, you get the idea. So if that's what you want in your scenario, find a way to make it work well in a way I can actually do it without it being a near impossible pain. If you can manage that, I'll count the roll. Hell, if it won, that'd be a lotto first. Dunno how big the audience for that sort of thing is though. 7. Most importantly, I'm open to most scenarios within reason. Use common sense here. I'm not going to do anything that would expressly horribly humiliate me or destroy my reputation. I'm not going to piss my pants at the dinner table of a family reunion, or in my grandmothers car. I'm not going to stand in a line for the express purpose of exploding in the middle of all those people halfway through. I have plenty of exhibitionistic tendencies, but I have limits to what I'll do just like any other person. Again, use common sense with what you're asking for. And with that, let the sixth Kozmo-Lotto, BEGIN!!!

Three girls sat watching TV one night; Dana, Madison, and Sasha. Madison found herself absentmindedly squirming in her seat. “Damn, I gotta pee,” she muttered, but didn’t get up. “You hold your pee way too much,” Sasha told her, “you’re gonna get a UTI. The bathroom’s right there.” “Maybe if I hold it for a really long time, my bladder will stretch and I’ll won’t have to pee as much,” she joked. Her bladder was annoyingly small. “That logic is stupid and you should go to the bathroom.” “I mean,” Dana said, “it kind of makes sense.” “No it doesn’t,” Sasha said, “I don’t eat more now so I can eat more later.” “You can if you wanted to,” Dana replied. “You really think it makes sense?” Madison asked, fanning her legs. Dana shrugged. “A little bit.” “I’m gonna try it then.” Sasha sighed. “I swear, if you pee on my couch.” “I’m not gonna pee on your couch,” she said. She thought about it for a second, then got up and got a towel out of the bathroom and put it down to sit on. About a half an hour later, she was squeezing herself intermittently and constantly fidgeting. “How’s it coming along?” Dana asked. “I really gotta go,” she giggled a bit. “Maybe you should put on your bathing suit so you don’t ruin your pants.” She had white shorts on. “Yeah, I’ll be right back.” She ran upstairs, liquid sloshing around inside her with every step, and got her rainbow one-piece. Madison danced around and held herself as she stripped naked. She went into the bathroom when she was completely nude and looked for a bladder bulge, but there wasn’t one yet. She glanced longingly at the toilet before going back to the room and pulling on her suit, which was a bit too small for her. Then she went downstairs and sat back down on the towel, still badly needing to urinate. Another half hour later, she couldn’t sit still to save her life. Madison was constantly scooting back and forth, squeezing herself tightly and writhing around, desperately trying to keep herself contained. “How’re you doing?” Dana asked. “I have to pee so bad!” she gripped herself and doubled over. “I’m really bursting...” “You gotta hold it in, though.” Madison took a deep breath before sitting up. “I’m gonna go check if I have a bulge.” She got up and made her way to the stairs. “A what?” “A bladder bulge,” she stood there squirming and stepping around, “like, when you have to pee so much it sticks out of your belly.” Dana didn’t know what she was talking about, so she came with her. In the bathroom, Madison pulled her suit off so it hung from her upper thighs. “A little bit,” she muttered, trying to keep her squirming to a minimum. There was a small bump protruding out of her belly. “I’ve never seen that before,” Dana said, “even when I have to pee really really badly I don’t think it gets like that.” “I get it all the time,” Madison said, stepping around as she pulled her suit back on. They went back downstairs and continued watching TV. A half an hour after that, Madison was absolutely dying. Her fidgeting had turned into constant, uncontrollable writhing, and felt like she was going to explode. “Oh my god, I can’t think about anything else!” she said, grinding her crotch into the couch. At least one hand was always gripping hard in between her legs. “You think this is actually giving you a bigger bladder?” Sasha asked. Madison didn’t answer. She was desperately trying to keep all of her pee safely inside her body. She was starting to lose control, though, and spurted hard into her bathing suit. “Ohhh... I went a little,” she groaned, doubling over and wiggling her butt. She was so full of liquid that she could barely even keep her hands still. “Maybe we should do something to distract you,” Dana said. “Do you want to go for a walk?” “It’s dark out,” Sasha replied. She shrugged. “We could go to the pool maybe, so she can just pee in the water.” “I’m down to go to the pool,” Sasha said. They went upstairs to change and left Madison trying to fight back the urgent need she was neglecting. She could see her tummy poking out a little bit where her pee baby was forming. She spurted again and had to wipe rivulets of urine from her thighs. Once the other two were ready to go, Madison braced herself and stood up. She hobbled instead of walked with both hands tightly on her girlhood as they left. She left the towel she was sitting on behind in the house. About five minutes passed before Madison had to stop walking and kneel down to make sure her screaming bladder didn’t burst before they got to the pool. When she stood back up, she had to jump around and lurch forward a bit before being able to walk again. It hurt so bad that she didn’t know how much longer she could stand it. “Fuck!” she groaned, her stride faltering. Her pulsing bladder was stretched taut with the enormous amount of piss she was holding. “Guys, I might not make it there.” “Just hold as much as you can,” Dana told her encouragingly. Her bladder begged to be emptied so harshly that she felt like crying. Another five minutes passed. They were almost there, but Madison was almost certain she wasn’t gonna make it there without any major leakage. She suddenly lurched forward, her mouth ajar in a silent groan. Urine was intermittently spurting out of her, despite how hard she was digging her fingers into herself. It ran down her shaking legs and dribbled to the pavement. “You good?” Sasha asked, awkwardly laughing. “Y-yeah...” she managed to choke out as her stream weakened to to a stop. “Jesus Christ, this is difficult!” “Mind over matter,” Dana told her. “Let’s see you try this!” Madison said, starting to walk again with her hands between her legs. “Uh, I’m an athlete. Mind over matter is kind of my thing.” “I still think this is harder than you think.” “Wanna bet?” “You’re gonna do it with me?” She wished the conversation would end so she could focus more on holding. Dana shrugged. “I already kind of need to go right now. I won’t pee from now until after you completely empty your bladder.” “So it’s a contest.” She winced as her bladder contracted. “A really unfair one. I already have to piss really badly.” “You just keep holding through your leaks and whatever, and I’ll drink a shit ton of water. First to go completely loses. Fair?” Madison nodded, cradling her bulge, which had grown considerably since the last time they checked. They got to the pool. Sasha opened her towel, which was folded to hold her things, and immediately sighed. “Fuck,” she swore, looking at the other two. “You didn’t forget the key card, did you?” Dana asked. Sasha didn’t answer. She just tossed her stuff over the flat-top aluminum fence and climbed over it. Dana did the same. They left to get a table without paying her much mind, but Madison was so full of liquid that she could barely walk, let alone climb a fence. She was stepping around and squeezing herself trying to figure out the quickest way to do it. She jumped up and threw her leg over, but pee began forcefully gushing out almost immediately. She sat on the fence for a moment, grinding into the rail until her stream came to an end. She’d drained herself considerably and there was a rather large puddle underneath her, but she still direly needed a toilet. She managed to throw her other leg over without further damage and made her way to the table with her hands between her legs. “Wow, there’s really nobody here at night,” Dana said. “There never is. It’s not even really that crowded during the day,” Sasha responded. “Sweet. Let’s go.” “Wait!” Madison said, squirming and writhing in place, “didn’t you say you were going to drink a shit ton of water? The water fountain’s over there.” Dana paused. “You’re right. The contest should be fair.” She went over to the water fountain and drank for a long time while Sasha went into the pool by herself. Madison sat on her heel in a beach chair, doing everything you could think of to keep all of her pee in. She heard a loud, revolting burp erupt from Dana. “Fuck, I drank way too much,” she said, holding her belly. She gagged a couple times, then took a deep breath and said “I’m okay.” She took a seat next to Madison. “You getting in?” Sasha asked. “I need a minute. My stomach really hurts now. Like, really bad.” Dana burped again. “A little bit came up,” she muttered into her hand. “How long until it reaches your bladder, you think?” Madison asked, sitting on the side of the chair and tapping her feet madly. “I already gotta pee, I said,” Dana replied, standing up. “You basically have an advantage. You didn’t go out of your way to drink more. My belly feels like it’s gonna pop.” She ran and dove into the pool, leaving her desperate friend alone to keep holding. About a half an hour later, Madison was extremely overfull. She’d kept her leaks to a minimum because she was sitting down, but they still happened. She laid on her back with her knees up and both of her hands gripping her girlhood. “How are you holding up, Madison?” Dana called from in the pool. “Uh, i-it’s hard to tell,” she said. “I can barely think, but I’m pretty sure I can hold a while longer.” “I really gotta go,” Dana laughed. Madison sat up, wincing and scooting back and forth. “How bad?” “Pretty bad. It hit me a lot quicker than I thought. You’re still gonna lose, though.” Madison was almost certain she was right. Dana was seriously competitive. She’d been running track and playing soccer since elementary school. Plus, she was a hell of a lot stronger than Madison was, and she figured that probably contributed to her bladder muscles. Madison felt herself leak a bit and tightened her grip on her pussy. A little while later, the two girls got out of the pool to spend time with Madison so she wouldn’t get bored, but her concentration was focused elsewhere. “It’s getting so bad,” she giggled, writhing desperately. “I can’t sit still at all.” “It was a good idea to come to the pool, right?” said Dana. “You don’t have to rush to the bathroom. Just let it go.” “How badly do you need to go?” “Pretty bad, I guess,” she replied. “Actually, maybe not. It feels urgent but I know I can hold it.” “Maybe you should drink more water,” Madison said, wiggling her butt. “I mean, it’s only fair. I’m really desperate right now.” Dana sighed, smirking a little. She made her way back to the water fountain and drank again. “This doesn’t seem just a little bit stupid to you guys?” Sasha asked Madison, who had just tensed up completely to keep from dribbling. “Aren’t most of the things we do stupid?” Sasha laughed. “I guess. You should come swim with us, though. It isn’t as much fun without you.” Their conversation was interrupted by another burp from Dana. “I didn’t urp drink as much this time,” she said. “You want to go back in?” “Yeah, sure,” Sasha muttered, getting up. “You coming, Madison?” “I don’t think so,” she said, squirming. It was getting about as bad as it was just before she jumped the fence. Sasha shrugged. “Maybe we should just stay here, too.” “That’s boring! Let’s go to the pool!” “Yeah, I don’t want to make you guys stay here if you don’t want to,” Madison doubled over and winced as another leak forced its way out of her body. “Plus, I really need to concentrate if I don’t want to wet myself.” “Looks like it’s just us,” Dana said, scooping Sasha up in her arms and carrying her to the pool. “Put me down!” she laughed, “Goddamnit, Dana!” Madison paid little attention, but as Sasha managed to escape, she heard Dana grunt and exclaim “Ohh, that was my bladder!” She glanced up and saw her do a quick but noticeable pee dance before jumping back into the pool. “Dana must be feeling that water by now,” she muttered to herself, feeling a bit of hope for the contest. About thirty minutes later, though, she was absolutely dying. It was even worse than just before she jumped the fence. The poor girl felt like she was about to explode. She was in a constant state of desperate agony, never still for even a second. Both hands were madly grabbing at her crotch as she jumped up from her chair and marched around, occasionally jumping and squeezing herself even harder. Her bladder was ready to burst and she felt like she could cry. She fought hard to keep every drop of pee in, though, because she wanted her bladder to expand as much as possible. Every position she found herself in was astoundingly uncomfortable, causing her to keep standing up and sitting back down, trying to find some way to alleviate her desperation. “You good Madison?” Dana asked. She was sitting in a donut shaped floaty. “No!” she whimpered, sitting back down and scooting back and forth. Dana laughed. “Me neither,” she said, putting a hand over her belly. “It really hurts. I’m just trying to move as little as possible.” While she was talking, Dana hadn’t noticed Sasha deviously sneaking under the floaty. She suddenly leaped up and flipped the tube, sending Dana back into the water. It was torture for her overfilled bladder. She immediately got up and started wading to the edge of the pool. “I need to get out of the water,” she moaned among Sasha’s laughter. She climbed out and laid on her back with her knees brought up. “It’s really cold and I have to pee extremely badly,” she giggled to Sasha. “Maybe not as bad as Madison, though.” Madison paid no attention to what they were talking about. She was too focused on containing herself. Her whole body was trembling from head to toe as she struggled to keep the pee inside her body. Sasha had come to the edge of the pool next to Dana. “I really wish Madison would use the bathroom already,” Dana whispered, laughing a bit. “It hurts so bad.” “What if you just let some out in the pool? There’s no way she’d know.” Dana gave her a weird look. “That’d be cheating.” Sasha shrugged. Dana sat up, wincing and putting a hand between her legs. She didn’t feel like she was in danger of wetting herself, though. She just really needed to go. She got up and waddled to a chair. Another half an hour later, the girls were still managing to keep the contest alive. Madison was on the verge of tears. The pain she felt was incredible. She couldn’t keep hot little spurts from dampening her crotch every few seconds. The poor girl was at her absolute limit. She was constantly writhing madly, desperately grabbing at herself and rubbing between her legs. Every nerve down there was on fire. She could feel the shape of her bloated organ pulsing in her body, which made her feel a bit squeamish. Dana wasn’t doing too much better. She sat in her chair bent forward a bit, biting into her knuckle from the pain. When her immense discomfort made her shift positions, she tried to move as little as possible as to not jar her bladder, which bulged out of her like a small melon. This method of holding was not practiced by Madison at all. She continued to squirm, writhe, bounce, and jiggle as much as possible. “God, I can’t take it!” Madison moaned, leaking more hot urine into her bathing suit. In an odd way, though, the unbearably overfull sensation of her screaming bladder felt really good between her legs. All the rubbing and squeezing was almost like she was masturbating, but it wasn’t just that. Her need to urinate alone was turning her on. “You almost done?” Dana asked with fake confidence, her enormous bulge throbbing in pain. Madison shook her head, grinding into the chair. “I can hold it for a while longer,” Dana lied, “you look like you’re at the end of your rope. I think your bladder is pretty stretched out by now, right?” Madison filled her cheeks with air and lurched forward, wiggling her butt and squeezing herself hard. A particularly powerful spurt had come out as a result of her relaxing her muscles for just a moment. Her muscles were so tired, and her urethra was stinging badly. Pee was dripping to the pavement from underneath the chair. Over the next twenty minutes, her leaks were getting bigger and bigger. There was so much liquid inside the poor girl that her body was beginning to take over. It hurt so badly that she couldn’t stand it, and the intensity of her writhing and squeezing was borderline humiliating. If she had anyone other than her closest friends around, she’d be mortified. It genuinely felt like her bladder was going to burst. Dana was also in immense pain. She was worried that she was doing actual damage to her body by holding so much. When she wasn’t encouraging Madison to forfeit, she was taking deep breaths to take her mind off her agonizing need. “I gotta fart,” she muttered, making Sasha giggle. She lifted her ass a bit, but her urgent need protested in the form of searing pain. The desperate girl really needed to pass gas, though. She pushed a bit, letting out a rather long fart, which was unfortunately cut short by a small leak. Dana’s eyes went wide, and she wondered how much longer she could last. “Madison, you really can’t win this,” Dana told her, watching her friend struggle to contain her fluids. “Face it, you’re filled to capacity.” Madison wasn’t going to budge, though, even though she knew it was true. She was leaking heavily every few seconds, as if she was emptying just as fast as she was filling. Dana winced as she went to change positions, but changed her mind as her enormous, liquid-filled belly sent urgent signals to stop moving. ‘God, I need to piss,’ she thought miserably, gently holding herself with one hand. ‘Even though I leaked before, it still doesn’t feel like I’m gonna pee my pants. It just hurts. Jesus Christ, it hurts...’ She absentmindedly watched her friend’s pee dance, silently urging her to relieve herself as if she had some kind of telepathic ability. Madison was scooting back and forth with her legs spread and both her hands rubbing between her legs. She looked ready to cry. Dana saw her spurt again. It was so powerful that it formed a stream for a moment before she locked her legs back together and dramatically fell on her side, digging her nails into her girlhood. “It hurts so badly,” Madison whined, urine streaming down her legs and dripping to the pavement. “So go!” Dana said, but her friend stayed where she was. “Madison, your body has a limit. You’ve got to pay attention to your bodily functions.” Dana’s bladder was so tight and full that it felt like it was going to rip. A warm soreness was spreading into her kidneys. “A-Are you really not gonna go?” She asked. Madison shook her head. Dana touched her fingers to her belly and felt her screaming organ stretched taut up against her skin. “I-I-“ Dana stuttered. She’d never lost a contest before. She’s lost soccer games, but every little contest her and her friends like to make she’s dominated. Her bladder was in searing agony and her lower back was throbbing badly. “O-Okay, Madison, you win. You win, dude.” Dana struggled to get out of her chair, careful not to make any sudden movements. “Really?” Sasha asked, “damn. You never lose, Dana.” The words hurt her confidence, but her belly hurt worse. When she tried to put weight on her feet, she felt herself leak again. She winced and flumped back down, groaning. “I can’t stand up,” she said. Sasha laughed, but Dana didn’t think anything was funny. Madison was paying very little attention, focusing on containing herself as much as possible. Sasha reached over and tapped Dana hard in the stomach. She yelped and pleaded for her not to do it again, but her friend only laughed. “Just pee your pants already,” Sasha told her. “You’re in a bathing suit. Jump in the pool and go.” Dana hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and relaxed. It took a minute for her stream to start, but when it did, it shot out of her and loudly splattered to the ground. She let out a shuddery sigh of relieve as her screaming, overbloated bladder finally drained. Her kidneys ached, but she felt such intense bliss as she let go. Madison turned away from the display, accidentally letting out a rather large spurt. An enormous puddle spread from under the chair and travelled to the poolside, dripping off the edge. After what seemed like an eternity of pissing, she jumped into the pool and floated on her back. “That’s nasty,” Sasha said, and jumped back into the pool with Dana, once again leaving Madison alone with her unbearably swollen bladder. She wondered if she would ever actually wet herself completely, or if she would just keep involuntarily leaking. It seemed like when she’d peed herself as a little kid, she gave up after the first big leak because the damage to her clothes was already done. She wondered how long it would take for her muscles to actually completely give out. She also wondered if when she reached her maximum bladder capacity, if the leaks would keep happening and her need never got worse. This odd curiosity was one of the few remaining reasons that made her keep holding her pee in for another ten minutes after that, when she was absolutely dying. Urine was always trickling out of her, dripping down her legs and soaking everything around her with pee. Her pathetic, constant stream fluctuated in strength, but never stopped or grew to a normal pee stream. Tears were welling up in her eyes as she dug her crotch hard into her heel, yellow liquid traveling down her feet. If she had pants on, her clothes would be so drenched in urine that she could have completely emptied herself into them and it wouldn’t have made her situation worse, but she wasn’t holding to keep dry. That ship had sailed a long time ago. She wasn’t completely sure why she was still holding; to expand her bladder, to win a contest, to find her limit... It was also making her crazy horny, but there’s nothing she could do about that with her friends right there in the pool. Truthfully, she enjoyed the fullness in a really odd way. It’s why she held it so often, but she’d never had to go this badly. Her eyes watered, her pussy was tingling, and she felt like she was about to pop. She’d been enduring her unbearably overfilled bladder for hours and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could take the constantly growing pain. She slipped her fingers inside her bathing suit, rubbing vigorously and clutching at herself. She was still constantly leaking and dribbling. Urine suddenly squirted out as her bursting bladder contracted, quickly reverting back to leaking in a matter of seconds.