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  1. Hello there. Just wanted to share two custom videos I ordered. If you have any other custom videos you'd like to share, feel free to post them here, but always give credit ^^ 1) In this one, two ladies are so desperate that they decide to share the toilet and pee at the same time: http://www.mediafire.com/file/fb8jak7q6hpjx6m/Toilet_Was_Taken_For_Two_Desperated_Ladies_HD.wmv/file 2) In this one, a girl's zipper is stuck and she tries to pee through her jean's fly, but it doesn't work out as expected: http://www.mediafire.com/file/xh2ytq5rlyocj7k/Desperate_Paulina_Makes_Liquid_In_Her_Jeans_HD.wmv/file Credits: https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/19458/latin-princesses/Cat0-AllCategories/Page1/ClipDate-desc/Limit100/search/PEE
  2. View File GIRO-060 Desperate Nurse Diuretic Wetting In this JAV 2 patients share a room and a nurse. When the nurse enters the room one of the patients acts like he is in pain or asks her to look at something for him as she turns around and bends over to help him the other patients gets to sneak in some glances of her butt and after a while he will then get her attention so the other patient can look as well (good teamwork on their part). After a while of this one of the patients offers her a drink that he spiked with Diuretics. As time goes by she begins to squirm and hold her crotch trying not to piss herself. The patients seeing she is about to wet herself do everything they can to stop her from leaving like pretending to be in pain falling over or just not allowing her to leave the room. Eventually after being delayed from going to the bathroom for so long she explodes gushing pee out of her panties. Screenshots are in order of the files In the Uncut file they have after she wets herself Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 07/10/2020 Category JAV Collections  
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    In this JAV 2 patients share a room and a nurse. When the nurse enters the room one of the patients acts like he is in pain or asks her to look at something for him as she turns around and bends over to help him the other patients gets to sneak in some glances of her butt and after a while he will then get her attention so the other patient can look as well (good teamwork on their part). After a while of this one of the patients offers her a drink that he spiked with Diuretics. As time goes by she begins to squirm and hold her crotch trying not to piss herself. The patients seeing she is about to wet herself do everything they can to stop her from leaving like pretending to be in pain falling over or just not allowing her to leave the room. Eventually after being delayed from going to the bathroom for so long she explodes gushing pee out of her panties. Screenshots are in order of the files In the Uncut file they have after she wets herself Enjoy

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  4. I am sharing this again as I work on the next book. I plan on getting this made into an ebook so welcome any constructive comments and hope you enjoy reading this again to refresh yourself of the story. I’ll add a chapter a night as I write the next chapters up. Thank goodness for the internet” Will said to himself as he sat alone in his office as always. It seemed more and more of his life, thank goodness, was able to be completed online. He liked it that way. He was much more than an introvert; he was known as the ‘weird’ guy, the ‘odd one out’ but he was unable to be anyone else. There was shy and then there was Will. Even at 28, almost 29, he had yet to meet a girl let alone date one. He liked them, oh he liked them very much, but he just couldn’t get the words out to tell them and while he had friends on social media he even struggled to message them in case he was seen as stalking them. Instead he thought about them in his head, letting his imagination run riot with all he would love to do. But today even the internet could not save him. Months previously, or maybe it was closer to a year, he had emailed his doctor about a minor issue that he could no longer self treat. He hated having to go see a doctor, or anyone really, but his cough just wasn’t shifting. By the time he had mustered the courage to get out his car, register his attendance on the surgery computer and wait to be called he was sweating and breathing way too fast. His cough could easily be treated but his doctor was much more concerned about his anxiety and social difficulties than his upper respiratory infection. She gave him some calming techniques and general advice but had said she would be referring him to a therapist in the hope he could get treatment. Today was the day he had to leave the confines of his office where he spent 8 and a half hours a day alone, otherwise choosing to work from home. Will ate his lunch in the office, having ordered his groceries online, and never once left the room, even to use the bathroom. He had his own coffee machine and would just hold his bladder until he returned to his apartment where he could pee without anyone knowing. Will had to admit to himself: he was afraid of people. Yet here he was bracing himself to have to see a therapist after work. The thought terrified him yet he knew he had to do something. He was lonely. He would never find a woman or get promoted or be able to go out with friends until he had help. He had to do this. He finished his coffee, packing his mug away in his Tupperware box to take home and wash. He went through his daily rituals for leaving work, cleaning his computer with wipes, lining his pens in order in his drawer then putting his coat on, always with the left arm in first. He crossed his legs unconsciously as his bladder reminded him he hadn’t emptied it since 7:15am. He had to admit his anxiety needed addressed as despite working in this company for three years he still had no idea where the gents even was. He just could never ask, though finding them now would really help because for the first time in three years he wasn’t able to rush home to the bathroom as he had a 90 minute appointment with a stranger first. Nerves were not helping him either. Nerves always affected his bladder. In the privacy of his office Will gave his penis a little squeeze, and fidgeted a bit. He was used to holding his urine and despite many close calls he always managed to make it home with no more than a small leak in his underwear. Today would be testing his ability to the extreme. Instead of getting home at 6 he would not get home until nearer 8, two and a half hours from now. If only he could have detoured home first but Will knew he would never manage back out again and he would be too late even if he could. He checked the corridor to make sure everyone else was out of sight, picked up his backpack and headed to his car. Even if he did see the gents (though he never had before) he would be too scared to go incase someone else heard him or saw him. Within a minute he had signed out and used his card to open the doors and he was safely in his car. He let out the breathe he had been holding since leaving his office as he lived in fear of someone even saying ‘bye’ as he had no idea what he should say back. Before turning on his engine and programming his sat-Nov he placed his hands over his penis again as his bladder once again sent a message for release. ‘If only the internet had a way to let me pee’ he whispered to himself. It helped him do everything else in life from having hot food delivered, groceries delivered, enabled him to stay in the ‘loop’ with family and friends via social media and entertained him via Netflix. If only the internet had a way to help him pee in private when he needed it too. Right now he could really do with that.
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    In this JAV a male student enters the boys bathroom and enters a stall to either play on his phone or read a book. Shortly after a female student quietly enters the room desperate to pee not willing to see if she can hold it all the way to the girls restroom. However when she enters the boys restroom she finds out all the toilets are out of order except the one the male student entered a little while ago. She knocks on the door pleading with the boy to let her in but he has no plans of leaving right off. Eventually he opens the door and the girl rushes in only to wet herself infront of him. Screenshots are in order of the files In the Uncut file they have sex in the stall Enjoy

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  6. View File GS-097 Desperate Schoolgirl Wetting In this JAV a male student enters the boys bathroom and enters a stall to either play on his phone or read a book. Shortly after a female student quietly enters the room desperate to pee not willing to see if she can hold it all the way to the girls restroom. However when she enters the boys restroom she finds out all the toilets are out of order except the one the male student entered a little while ago. She knocks on the door pleading with the boy to let her in but he has no plans of leaving right off. Eventually he opens the door and the girl rushes in only to wet herself infront of him. Screenshots are in order of the files In the Uncut file they have sex in the stall Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 07/10/2020 Category JAV Collections  
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    In this JAV a taxi picks up a girl and drives her to her destination. Along the way the driver gives the girl something to eat and drink to enjoy for the ride. As time goes by she grows more and more desperate until she wets herself. Screenshots are in order of the files In the Uncut file the driver tells her if she has sex with him he will forgive the damage she did to his car seat. Also it is a little hard to see the wetting parts due to the camera angle and lack of lighting Enjoy

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  8. View File POCO-001 Desperate Car Wetting In this JAV a taxi picks up a girl and drives her to her destination. Along the way the driver gives the girl something to eat and drink to enjoy for the ride. As time goes by she grows more and more desperate until she wets herself. Screenshots are in order of the files In the Uncut file the driver tells her if she has sex with him he will forgive the damage she did to his car seat. Also it is a little hard to see the wetting parts due to the camera angle and lack of lighting Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 07/10/2020 Category JAV Collections  
  9. So I was pretty happy with my first attempt at a story on the forums, but next I wanted to write something a bit more grounded, with fewer central characters and a little more pace to it. This story will contain sexual content (nothing extreme, violent or overly explicit, though, as per the guidelines), a good deal of messing and a (hopefully) realistic amount of swearing- I know that plenty in the community aren't into one or all of those things, so feel free to skip this story if it's not your cup of tea. As it's about young people in the UK, themes like alcohol will feature and other mature topics like drugs may be explored, but I will leave a warning at the top of each chapter if it contains any content that I believe some people would rather not read about. I've never written anything like this before so I hope you all enjoy. P.S: It's really important to me that all of my stories handle themes like gender identity and sexuality in a mature and respectful way. If you have any issues with the way my writing portrays any of these topics, I'd really appreciate it if you let me know so I can educate myself and get better! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A heavy thud on an alley floor. A high-pitched shriek that cut through the murmur of the crowd. Scarlet and indigo, flashing alternately in dim light. Becca knew it was a strike from the moment the heavy ball left her hand. She'd pulled off one of those rare bowls that didn't swerve, didn't roll, just glided down the smooth alley like a cannonball and sent all ten pins flying with a satisfying rattle. Playing it cool, she turned as soon as the pins toppled and strutted back to her seat. The other player in the game, who also happened to be her closest friend, looked less than impressed. "You're so lucky," Hannah insisted for the fourth time that evening. "All skill, baby," Becca smirked, draining the bottom of her cocktail glass, "there's no such thing as luck in this game". This, of course, was untrue; both of them knew that Becca had hit at least a couple of lucky shots, but she wasn't about to confess. "Oh, and you being three drinks deep probably isn't helping," she added. "That's bollocks!" Hannah protested, "If anything, alcohol makes my aim better". The shorter girl rose from her seat to take her next turn, scouring the rack for one of the lighter balls. "In that case, I'd hate to see you bowl sober". "You have seen me bowl sober," Hannah reminded her, "and I sucked even harder". Becca let that point slide, caught up in other thoughts. Perhaps it was the booze, but she couldn't help taking in the view as her friend selected a ball. Hannah hadn't bowled a single strike yet, and several of her shots had gone straight into the gutter, but she still refused to settle for anything less than the perfect instrument. Still seated, Becca was treated to the perfect eyeline to admire what she saw, and it would have surely been rude to pass up such an opportunity. Hannah had squeezed into her tight black jeans for the occasion, showing off a figure to be proud of for any pair of eyes that might wander down there. Becca had always loved those black jeans, but she doubted very much that Hannah expected Becca's eyes to be among those enjoying them. Much to Becca's growing frustration, her friend was- at least so long as she could tell- totally straight. Hannah finally identified the ball she was after, a small blue globe with tight holes that were a perfect fit for her slender fingers. She turned to Becca and, with the kind of unjustified confidence that only a tipsy person playing a game they were terrible at could exude, told her to "watch and learn". It was blatantly clear that Hannah was as shocked as anyone when, after a half-stumble in the run-up, the ball caught perfectly and took down every pin in a mirror image of Becca's earlier strike. With a disbelieving squeal, she span on one heel towards the seats, both arms raised in triumph. "Holy shit," Becca laughed, getting to her feet in mock applause, "now that was lucky". "Maybe, but I don't care! I actually got a strike!" Hannah pulled her in for a tight hug, overwhelmed by drunken joy. Without really thinking, she kissed Becca hard on the lips- a platonic kiss, fun but not passionate, fuelled by sheer adrenaline. When she broke away, both girls were grinning, riding the high of Hannah's unexpected success. The pair may have only had three drinks each, but they'd been strong enough to propel them into what Hannah called the 'hugging phase"- not to mention quickly fill up both bladders, as was inevitable on any night out. Both ladies had plenty of experience in that department- when Becca had to pee, as she had to pee now, she could go from fine to desperate in a matter of minutes, and Hannah wasn't much better. "Calm down, mate," Becca said with a laugh, "you're still getting thrashed". "A strike is a strike, I can die happy now". "That may be true, but I've got the last go coming up, so even if you were a teeny tiny bit close to my score I'd still be about to kick your arse," Becca pointed out, stepping up to take her final shot as her friend finished her last cocktail. It swerved at the last moment and ended up in the gutter, but Becca couldn't care less. Although she would rather die than show it, the kiss was the only thing on her mind while the final scores were announced. That and going for a wee soon, she thought. Her body had rapidly stepped up efforts to persuade her to empty her bloated bladder. "Where to next?" "It's..." Hannah checked her phone quickly, "just gone eight now. We can head to one of the bars, I can pick up some hot guys..." she said with a wink. Becca rolled her eyes lovingly. "Yeah, you really are a magnet for the, um, hot guys". "Oi, shut up," Hannah giggled, "and don't worry. I'm sure there'll be plenty of hot girls for you too". "Alright, you can pick the club," Becca conceded, "but I'm going to the toilet before we leave, I'm busting for a wee". Hannah burped softly. "Alright, I'll meet you right outside". She also had to use the loo, but didn't fancy the long walk across the building and resolved to hold it until they reached the club. Becca made her way down the rows of alleys towards the bathrooms, which she remembered from nights out of the past. They weren't kept in the best condition, and always smelt strongly of toilet cleaner to her, but they were infinitely more attractive to her than the prospect of waiting another ten minutes. Feeling the alcohol more clearly now she had been walking, the young woman slipped into a stall, unbuttoned her jeans and sat down. A thick stream started up almost instantly, blessing her with relief from the ache of her bladder, but Becca quickly lost focus on the wee. Inspecting the lacy black underwear, her suspicions were confirmed- they were damp, but not with urine. Whether the alcohol was culpable or not, her stolen glances at Hannah's curves and the subsequent kiss had had more of an effect than she'd realised at the time. When Becca went to gently wipe after finishing her wee, an unexpectedly sensitive response to the paper touch made her shiver. She dropped the single sheet into the yellow-tinged water. Before pulling up her panties, though, she slipped a thin wad of toilet roll inside to protect them from any further damage. Hannah was waiting in the cold southern English air outside the bowling alley. "How are you feeling?" she asked as they began to head along the street towards the nightlife side of town. "A bit drunk," said Becca shortly, "but at least I don't need a wee anymore". "That's the best way to be, Bex," Hannah grinned. 'Bex' was her affectionate nickname for Becca, and to this day was a name that absolutely nobody else called her by. "My mum used to say that a night out you remember isn't a night out worth remembering". "Your mum is full of shit," Becca snorted. "I couldn't agree more, babe," Hannah said, "but I love her". "I love her too. Now, let's go and get smashed, yeah?" Hannah put her arm around Becca as they walked. In the stiff October evening air, her warmth was wonderful. After several minutes of walking and chatting tipsily, Becca noticed a troubled look on her friend's face. Hannah had started walking more slowly, and had a hand resting flat on her stomach. It didn't take a detective to work out what the problem was. "You alright, Han?" asked Becca kindly. Alcohol always made it easy for her to slip into protective mode every time another girl needed help. "Yeah, I'm fine. I regret not having a wee at the bowling alley though, those drinks have gone right through me". "Gin always goes right through you, mate. I should have dragged you into that loo with me. Oh well," she said reassuringly, "it's lucky that we're only around the corner now". But when they turned onto the street where the Revolution stood, the friends were met with a dismaying sight. The queue for the club stretched for a dozen metres, which could be at least a ten minute wait. "Can you hold it, babe?" Becca asked sympathetically. Hannah thought about it for a few seconds, then shook her head, slurring her words slightly as she replied. "Doubt it. Might need to visit that alleyway". They crossed the empty road, but rather than turning right towards the club, the pair headed left and ducked into a narrow side-alley. Hannah and Becca were no strangers to this particular pathway- it was a frequent spot for drunk students too desperate to make it to the nearest real bathroom, and both girls had been rescued from many an accident by it on nights out of the past. On this particular occasion, the alley was empty, and Becca stood watch while her friend squatted and pissed a powerful jet onto the concrete. "Look out below!" Hannah giggled as she urinated. In her tipsy state, Becca took a few seconds to decipher the comment- but when she looked down she gasped and leaped out of the way moments before her friend's strong-smelling wee hit her fancy shoes. "I hate you," Becca grumbled as Hannah finished up. Without anything to wipe herself, the girl simply shook her hips until she was relatively dry before covering herself back up. "But you love me, really," Hannah smiled, giving her friend a quick kiss on the cheek as thanks (or perhaps apologies). "Ooh, that feels so much better". "I'm not surprised, you just peed more or less an entire lake", Becca said, grudgingly impressed. "Right, where were we?" her friend said as they slipped out of the newly-watered alley and back onto the main street. "Oh, that's right: fit guys for me, hot chicks for you, a lot of booze for everyone. This is going to get very interesting".
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  11. Using AI Software to Write Omorashi Stories I saw an article about the quality of AI software these days and thought I’d test it out to see how well it might write an omorashi-based story. Here goes! Zyro Content Generator https://zyro.com/ai/content-generator This site is more about generating content for blogs, so the content was short and not very story driven. Also, some of the samples I read suggested to me that there are a ton of blogs out there written this way… so much random shit on the internet… Writing Sample – In Health and Wellness Category – ‘Go Wild’ Option I was desperate to pee. I had been waiting in the doctors office for the ultrasound for over 45 minutes and I had yet to be called. They make you arrive at the appointment with a full bladder and I had followed the instructions to the letter. A visit to the bathroom was now well overdue and I was beginning to get very worried. I crossed my legs as tightly as I could and hoped that I would be called soon. Why had I worn light colored jeans today? Generated Text - 1 I was desperate to pee. I had been waiting in the doctors office for the ultrasound for over 45 minutes and I had yet to be called. They make you arrive at the appointment with a full bladder and I had followed the instructions to the letter. A visit to the bathroom was now well overdue and I was beginning to get very worried. I crossed my legs as tightly as I could and hoped that I would be called soon. Why had I worn light colored jeans today? The doctor looked right into mine and said, "Yes we are going out tonight." At this moment I felt like she wanted me to go outside so bad but instead she asked if he'd bring back his clothes before it started raining. He took her order of what they have on sale; $40 worth (they sell them all day). She threw up when she got home only one hour later than normal because again nothing special happened! Generated Text - 2 I was desperate to pee. I had been waiting in the doctors office for the ultrasound for over 45 minutes and I had yet to be called. They make you arrive at the appointment with a full bladder and I had followed the instructions to the letter. A visit to the bathroom was now well overdue and I was beginning to get very worried. I crossed my legs as tightly as I could and hoped that I would be called soon. Why had I worn light colored jeans today? It seems like an awkward look on someone who should have blue denim pants (maybe if they were thicker, it might help hide some of their girth). As our bell rang out: "You're not going to urinate?" We replied yes but we didn't want to hold up any more deliveries or wait around much longer before receiving them. The doctor said he'd see what needed fixing next day so his daughter took her leave early after she made lunch. By 8am we left again hoping none came back late without us; only one did. Writing Sample 2 – In Travel Category – ‘Go Wild’ Option I needed to pee. I couldn't wait any longer. I had tried crossing my legs, wiggling my foot, and even, much to my embarrassment, holding myself. Nothing seemed to work and I was minutes away from wetting my panties. Generated Text -1 I needed to pee. I couldn't wait any longer. I had tried crossing my legs, wiggling my foot, and even, much to my embarrassment, holding myself. Nothing seemed to work and I was minutes away from wetting my panties. My eyes opened slowly at the same moment that a voice started whispering in our ears. "Ohhh fuck! Generated Text - 2 I needed to pee. I couldn't wait any longer. I had tried crossing my legs, wiggling my foot, and even, much to my embarrassment, holding myself. Nothing seemed to work and I was minutes away from wetting my panties. "So…you're not happy?" Mary asked me as she pulled up her t-shirt slightly revealing the beautiful bulge underneath. "You never want this." (She knew what we were talking about.) What a horrible way for us both _________________________________ Next up I tried to find another program and ran into a bunch of spam, paid products, and programs to help you write (but not to write for you). So much spam, and infinite spam loops. Like looking for porn online in the late 90s. I couldn’t find another and wanted to have more fun writing. So I just messed around with Zyro, here are some more results.
  12. (This is my first time writing a proper story on here, so do let me know if I make any mistakes or forget about certain details! Just make sure to write them out of character: *Like this*) Hello researchers! Today is the big day, administration will finally let you tackle a biologically enhanced subject for your next assignment! I know this may come off as a surprise for you, so I'll give you a briefing: You will be put in charge of Test Chamber 15 in the Golden Hills Research Facility. (Let's refer to these as 'TC-15' and 'GoldenHillsRF' respectively, for easier communication.) TC-15 is a chamber that makes use of metallic panels and robotic arms to shift according to the needs of your research, this feature is present in the ceiling, floor and all but one of it's walls, the last wall is all glass so that your test subject is always in view. You may use these features at your discretion, but administration recommends you try and use them to acommodate your test subject to avoid emotional stress. This means giving them furniture, entertainment, changing the lighting of the room, deploying foods and drinks, and in the event your subject craves human interaction you may need to turn on the lights in your work area so that they may see you behind the glass. Finally, I must know what you're willing to work with, each one of you may give your preferences on what kind of subject you wanna test, this means: - Age (We cannot go below 18) - Appearance (Hair color, body type, etc.) - Needs (This will dictate what kind of enhancements have been done to your subject, their bladder, bowel capacity and sensitivity wether those will even be relevant, wether they are more or less susceptible to a mental break, etc.) - Name (This isn't exactly necessary according to administration, but I reckon it would help make this assignment a lot less disturbing to both you and the subject if we could address them by a nickname rather than a number.) The objectives of your assignment will be different depending on the choices you make. If you're confused about anything regarding this announcement, do feel free to ask right here on the terminal you're viewing this on. ~ Your supervisor, Tenta. *Remember, I'll add tags to this work according to the Needs we decide on!*
  13. Hi! Wanted to write about this for a while and finally got to it! This is my second time posting something here (and English is my second language) son don’t be too harsh on me for errors or boring writing lol Some people describe themselves on their stories for some reason, so I’ll do it to for those interested (if you are not, then skip to next paragraph to get to the story). I’m a 28y/o male, 5’11”height, 165lbs weight (I look kinda slim, I think), bearded and kinda pale skinned lol. The day this happened I had a pair of calvin klein thick cotton boxer briefs (I love how those absorb pee) under some jeans and a black t shirt. Now on to my story! This happened to me about a week or so before COVID lockdown began. I had been visiting my parents for the weekend and it was time to go back home which is about a 2.5 hour drive from their house. I decided that day that I would do a hold all the way to my apartment and wet when I got there, so about two hours before leaving my parent’s place I had a coffee and started drinking water. I had about 7 or 8 glasses of water and thought about taking a 12oz bottle of water with me to keep drinking on the way, but decided not to because when it was time to leave I was already starting to feel the pee accumulating. When I do holds I like to let out little leaks into my underwear (it turns me on a LOT, plus I love feeling the wetness and teasing my bladder by making it think it can finally relax, but not really) so knowing this I decided to put a towel on my seat before getting into my car so I didn’t ruin the seat (thankfully). With everything set and ready I started my 2.5 hour trip home with a filling bladder. At first it didn’t feel like much (2-3/10 maybe) and I was feeling excited and kind of impatient for bladder to start getting really full and make me desperate. About halfway through the trip I started to feel some urge (6/10-ish) and it just started to get worse faster. When I’m at an 8/10 I was about 40 minutes from my apartment, so I decided to start teasing myself and let the first few small leaks. The wetness and warmth felt sooo good that it was really hard for me to not reach down and grab myself and stroke a little like I do when I’m holding at home. At about the third deliberate leak there was a nice small wet spot in my jeans, the site of which, combined with the blissful feeling of closing the gates to my bladder to early, were giving me a hard on. I just wanted to get home and release everything! Luckily there were just about 30 minutes of highway left and after that some 5-10mins to get home. However, life was not gonna give me relief so easily… I got into the worst traffic jam I’ve seen in my life. Literally fully stopped vehicles in the highway, all 3 lanes full of cars, mine being in the middle lane. I suddenly realized how that 8/10 started increasing really fast. I tried to calm down, not think about my desperation too much and just wait for the traffic to stop moving, but it was too much to ignore. The bladder teasing hadn’t helped at all, instead it had made me more desperate and harder for me to hold it in. About 40 minutes into the traffic jam I was already really close to explode at 10/10, so I decided to try and go to the side of the road to pee there, but since traffic was moving so slowly (most of the time not at all) that proved impossible. Next best thing I thought was peeing into a bottle, but sadly I had emptied all the trash in my car during the weekend so I had not bottles at all in my car. Then I remembered that I had thought to bring a bottle with me and deliberately decided not to. I hated myself a little because of that. So nothing was left for me to do besides wait…. And wait… but my bladder was tired of my waiting and my teasing. I had been already there for an hour and my body just couldn’t wait any longer. I suddenly felt what I can only describe as a small sting followed by a sudden warmth between my legs. At first I tried to stop it and managed to do it for a couple of seconds, but the warmth, the wetness, the release it just all felt so f-cking good that my common sense of not peeing my car left and I just wanted to let it flow. And I did. I finally relaxed and let it all come out of me (luckily it was dark outside already so no one could see into my car). However, I don’t know if it’s just me but when I’m wetting I get so turned on that my penis starts to get hard and the flow starts to slow down, making my wetting las even longer (which turns me on even more, I just love it) so I was peeing probably for a full minute/minute and a half. After that I was constantly letting pee out every time I felt just the slightest need to. I was in the traffic jam for another whole hour and spent it wetting every time I got just enough pee to fill a little desperate (did this maybe 3 more times lol). It was REALLY hard not to touch myself all this time, but I finally got home (don’t think anybody saw me in my wet clothes, but who knows) and got to enjoy myself at last…. …. Until I was finished satisfying myself and realized the mess that I had left in my car. It was a pain to clean and get the smell out completely (although it wasn’t too smelly thanks to all that water) but I finally could get it cleaned and I don’t regret the experience at all. Thanks for reading and sorry for the long post! I’m really enjoying sharing my experiences so who knows, maybe I’ll share more and maybe even some pictures/videos someday.
  14. I really enjoy this game and I want to know what character would you like to see desperate to pee. My favorite scenarios would be: Papyrus wanting to catch 'the human', but noticing a pang in his bladder, yet he doesn't want to stop. Or Alphys being too focused on her lab work to take a bathroom break. Undyne being on a date with Alphys, but not wanting to admit she needs to pee since that would make her look weak would be a good idea too. Or maybe Mettaton visiting his cousin, Napstablook. It's the first time he goes to his house in robot form and later on, he realizes that he needs to empty the artificial bladder Alphys gave him. Unfortunately, there is no bathroom at Blooky's house. Mettaton is too embarrassed to tell his cousin about his new function and far too classy to just pee outside. What ideas would you like ? Mention: -the character name -what universe does the story take place in? (it can be in Undertale, Underfell, Underswap, Outertale, etc) -what scenario would it be?
  15. Hi. Recently, I've been interested in a certain type of story, the simple line story: A group of girls, an occupied bathroom, and the surrounding drama that follows. It's not complex, but I've been wanting to write one of these for a while, so here goes nothing. Also.. Homage to Rick Dixon, I guess, as he's been one of my favorite writers on here recently. I think my goal here is to flesh out such a story to the maximum capability, so this will be pretty long (and this will be only the first part). I haven't written long-form in a while, so I hope y'all like it. End of the Line: PART 1: "200 miles away. North or South." Last month, once college had finished and our final test had been inputted, a group of friends and I decided that it would be the perfect time to fulfill a promise that we made to ourselves when we were Freshman-- a glorified, down-to-earth, Americana laced road-trip. As we depressed from the laborious Finals week, our attention turned to packing bags, booking hotels, and generalizing directions for what we called a "trip of a lifetime". In fairness, this statement was hyperbole, it was a standard road-trip, New York-to-California, and then back again with gusto and general tourist spirit. But for the four of us, the trip beyond the cramped settlement that is New York to the open land would be refreshing. It was the second day, and the four of us were situated comfortably into a moderately sized SUV, cozying up with the reclining seats, with all the accompanying entertainment being the empty roads and the cell phones that clinged onto the smallest bits of signals before being shut down to the rest of the world. It was boring, and as the sun began to close down on the warm afternoon, we had decided to grab a quick bite to eat (rather than nourishment from the endless foray of packed snacks, as Goldfish cannot sustain forever). At the smallest bit of civilization, the driver pulled into an old-school diner, with a glowing white-and-silver exterior with shining embezzlement and neon signs, all cascading with the smell of pancakes and coffee to impress the craving passengers. We were immune to the aesthetic, and the smells, and the four of us entered into the near-empty restaurant. "Hi y'all, welcome to End of the Line. It'll be four?" The waitress greeted, she was an older women with caked-on makeup upon a wrinkled face and a pony-tail that oft represented someone below her age, still she bounced around with energy, charisma, and a Midwestern charm. After the long day of travelling, our group could only do with a nod, and immediately she piloted us to a large table, glistening, surrounded by strange music memorabilia. "Now, do y'all need anything?" "We'll have waters." I started, which caused a slight grimace on the face of the waitress, what's up with that? I thought. Either way, she smiled at me and assured the group that she would return with said waters. Across from me, one of the members of the group peered around the room with a slight urgency. To her left, she peered, above my head, she shook her head, and then to her right, she smiled and stood up, causing our heads to turn. "I'll be right back." Hanna, the standing girl, told the group, as she walked off to a slight crevice in the diner, the bathrooms... of course. I thought to myself, as it had been a long day for all of us. Hanna was the owner of the SUV, and with that came the responsibility of driving that lumbering vehicle across the country, of course Mark, Felicity, or myself would all have been willing to drive as well, but Hanna was stubborn, and willingly beared the responsibility. Today, she woke up in a hotel room, and by 9:00 she was behind the wheel, and continued to do so with only minimal stops for 8 hours. She was strong, and stubborn, but as she now stood in the crevice, knees slightly bent, acknowledging the occupied single-toilet room in front of her, I could tell she was nearing her breaking point, and shamefully, I became fascinated. "What about you, Felicity?" Mark asked with a candidness that impressed me. Felicity was to my right, and my eyes turned from Hanna at the door to Felicity as the questioning began. It was fair, as like Hanna, Felicity had gone eight hours without any form of relief. We had made two stops, one at 1:00, where we filled the car with gas and grabbed a bite to eat from a gas station, but when the topic of the bathroom brought up, we were presented with an out of order sign. We continued onward, though, until around 3:00, where Marks bladder had expanded too far, and he requsted a reprieve on the side of the road. There, Mark and I both relieved ourselves as the girls diverted their eyes, we offered to do the same for them, but neither obliged, as it would have been obscene. Now, Hanna was waiting for the toilet to open, obviously in some discomfort, and Felicity simply sat, not wanting to cause a scene. "Oh--- I'm fine.... No need to get up there until Hanna's done." Fair enough, though Felicity acknowledged her need. Underneath the table, I could tell that Felicity had crossed legs, and a protruding bladder that could be seen through the outline of her sundress, sometimes she would bite her lips, but she remained calm. I pretended the read the menus as I watched both girls, Hanna casually gazing at her phone, legs crossed as the door remained locked, and Felicity, who read the menu herself with discomfort-- I was blessed to be friends with such beautiful girls. Felicity was pristine, a sort of controlled beauty with pale skin, golden-blonde hair and a good body, all masking someone who was intelligent and thoughtful, all of which forced me to have romantic feelings that I never could control. Hanna on the other hand, was much more of a friend (as I had known her since we were children), she was skinny, with long legs and curly brown hair, she was more down-to earth, in a blouse, jean skirt, and boots that matched her perfect, still I could tell she was incredibly pretty, and even as friends I enjoyed watching her ponder the still-locked door. Those doors have been locked for a while, I thought as the waitress appeared with our drinks. Casually, she looked over to Hanna with a face that resembled empathy, did she know something I didn't? Hanna looked back at us as well, slightly confused, and certainly annoyed, her legs bent inward to the slightest degree and a right leg that couldn't sit still. Quietly, she squeezed on her thigh, trying to focus on her phone. Five minutes later, and as Hanna began to stare longingly at the closed door, and Felicity began to place her left hand down near crotch, giving occasional squeezes to her cramping urethra, the door opened with the sound of a bell ringing, and a family coming through the doors. There were four of them, and as the ordered off the menu, I took note of the family, a overworked Mother and Father, a young boy, and a women who seem disinterested with her parents conversation. The women was annoyed and flustered, dressed in tight jean-shorts, a blue t-shirt, and with dyed blonde hair with a punk aesthetic. She was probably 17-19, with a surprisingly large chest, and with a personality that drew ire from (what I assumed was) her family. Picking up the families conversation, I listened closely. "Come on, Darlene, you're being ridiculous." The Mother lambasted, Darlene must've been the women's name. "Just shut up! I'm fine!" "Darlene's gonna pee her pants." The boy said with a sing-song mocking tone, immediately my ears perked up. "Darlene's gonna pee--" "No I'm not! Shut up!" Darlene nearly screamed, she was slouched into her chair, exposing enough of her middrift to see a slight rise near her lower belly. She probably was caught in the same predicament, a long drive without a toilet and too much decency to pee into the side of the road. As I listened, I caught Felicity averting her ears, she seemed in pain, as if the conversation reminded her about her own needs. Hanna continued to play on her phone, but the expression on her face was worsening. "I don't use public bathrooms, they're gross!" Darlene continued. "Well, we are not stopping until the hotel, so it's either now or midnight." The father continued, all with forceful certainty. Darlene rolled her eyes at him, adjusting her Daisy-Duke which showed a little more of her inner thighs than I could handle, I tried to stay calm, as these situations were beginning to stack upon each other. "Whatever...... Besides, there's a line for the bathroom already." Darlene nodded off to Hanna, who was by herself, contemplating the door that remained locked. Another five minutes had past when we started to realize that something was off. Hanna was bouncing up and down at this point, rolling her Converses on the tiled floor and constantly biting her lips, she hadn't used the toilet in nearly nine hours at this point and the drinking of sodas and water inside the car was regular. Now, she felt weighted down, sometimes crossed over, even at some points she pondered to the Men's bathroom, but as she pulled ever so slightly she found that the Men's reprieve was locked as well. She remained stuck, and Felicity watched with baited breath, even Darlene made a few glances, she shook ever so slightly (even if she wouldn't be caught dead in a public toilet, a point she iterated many times to her poor parents). "Do you think there are staff bathrooms?" Felicity asked me with shyness, she didn't like being in such a predicament as she twisted the edges of her sundress, her legs deviating from positions, trying to find comfort, but the pain was within. "You could ask." I reminded Felicity, who seemed dissatisfied with her answer, especially since Hanna had already asked. A few minutes ago, when the waitress brought over our meals of pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, and the likes, Hanna had asked her why exactly the bathrooms were closed. "Oh, they're just occupied." The waitress responded with a uneasy smile, sometimes she would bounce on her black high-heels, she was desperate too, so if there was a staff bathroom, it wasn't being used either. Across the restaurant, Darlene clamped down on her short shorts, giving a slight moan, from my vantage point I could see the slightest trickle of darkness on the indigo, her legs crossed with intensity, just preventing a flood from appearing. "Oh Darlene, you're hurting yourself!" The Mother warned her daughter, whose eyes rang with worry instead of rebel spirit. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhh---- Fine!" Darlene stood up and awkwardly jigged to the crevice where the bathroom would be, I wondered how much of the "Uh"'s were a stand in for her pride, as she obviously was losing control. In the crevice, the punk-rock girl stood next to Hanna, comparatively, Darlene was in rougher shape, bent over with one hand permanently pressed down on her failing privates. Hanna was desperate too, but under control, Darlene looked as if she could burst at any moment-- but she did have pride, one that prevented her from losing control. "What's up with the bathrooms?" Darlene spoke to Hanna, who was fine with conversation, anything to get her mind off her swollen bladder. "I don't know, whomever's in there is not coming out." "Have you tried knocking on the door?!" Darlene dramatically asked, shifting hands around her waist-- God, she could explode at any second. Hanna had no response, not sure what the punk-rock girl was alluding too. "Y'know, to see if anyone's in there!" "Oh--- Okay." Hanna nodded and quickly knocked on the door, and almost immediately, a knock back. In some ways, this was the worst case scenario, and both girls knew what this socially meant. If the doors were locked and no one was inside, then there was no reason to wait, the girls could both run to the back and relieve their swollen, oversized bladders, but now that an open toilet was accessible, they had to stay, and just wait. I watched intently, though I saw Felicity look at me, maybe she was wondering why I was so interested. "Um.... Hi?" Hanna spoke to the person on the other side. "You've been in there a while, and there are people here who really need the.... Y'know. Do you think you can come out soon." From the other side, a women's voice, "Just a second". Darlene moaned, shaking her hips around in obvious cramping pain. "I don't have a second! I need to pee now!" Darlene complained, drawing attention to the entire kitchen and her family. I looked over to them, her brother was loving it with a giddy smile, but her parents were worried. Hanna was also worried, but also annoyed, as she swayed around, sometimes kicking up her legs, almost nearing a pace. "I get that you need to go-- So do I-- But you don't have to yell so loud." Hanna talked down to Darlene, who responded to it in spade, bending down and nodding (and surprisingly, not yelling). I get the yelling, I've been in positions where I've almost lost control, but I couldn't imagine Hanna or Felicity liked such a display. Suddenly, I was reminded of Felicity, who rubbed her thighs constantly. "Sorry--- It's just that I haven't gone all day, and I just really need to go." Darlene said in a lower tone. "Literally all day, you see, I have a fear of public bathrooms, so when I woke up at the hotel this morning I just couldn't muster the will to go. I thought that there would be a time that I could piss in the woods, or piss in a bottle, but my parents didn't let me-- and now--- Well, I think if I don't use the toilet soon, I'm going to explode." Hanna (and I) listened to the story. I imagined, the long afternoon drive with confidence, just waiting for an oppurtunity to release your pent up bladder and to be denied relief over and over again. God, I was becoming fascinated, my thoughts became rock hard as I put off the pancakes to appreciate the three girls that were putting on a show. Felicity burrowed herself down, pushing on her nether regions with strength, her pale face beginning to appear beet red. Darlene hadn't relieved her swollen bladder for a long time, and it showed from her pained face, crossed legs, and dancing hips. And then there was Hanna, who stood with her head against the wall, feeling the pain of standing in the same spot for nearly 15 minutes without the door opening. Part of me wished I could escort all three girls out of the diner and to the side of the room, and from there I would watch as they undress, Felicity would pull up her sundress and move her white panties to the side as she would unleash a torrent, Darlene would slide down her short shorts and panties, all trickling down with precious (and loud) relief, and Hanna would cautiously roll down her panties as the stream would appear from underneath her now Commando skirt. But that would be weird, much better for just a fantasy. Instead the girls remained in pain, the door remained locked. But then, the next best thing occurred-- because the entrance opened again, and immediately I was sparked again. "Hi y'all, is it two today?" The waitress asked, she legitimately seemed to be in pain at this point. "Oh no... We were just wondering if we could use your facilities?.. Please." "Oh... Well, they're to your right." On instinct, my head swiveled again to spot two women, both which immediately recognized the uncomfortable line in place, and from their uncomfortable stances, would only be contributing. "Ah, shit... There's a line, Jasmine." The one on the left claimed, she was gaudy and alternative, large-chested with dark-brown skin and long braided hair, dressed in flowing blouse and oddly colored pink skirt which loosely covered her upper thigh. Still, she was bursting, obviously, from head-to-toe, with her legs scrunched up, hand pushing down on her urethra, and a pained expression that could already be seen from the other girls. Next to her, a smaller women with lighter-brown skin, petite frame and short brown hair, she was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, tom-boyish in nature, and her straight posture carried more of the same. I could have mistaken her for a man if it wasn't for the perky breasts that poked through her yellow v-neck shirt, and the she was pushing on her vagina as well. "There's nowhere else we can go." Immediately, Jasmine and the other women hurried to the line, only increasing the worry of the desperate Felicity, who didn't want to expose her desperation, and remained sitting. I looked to her with a startling worry, and she turned back to me with pain drenching her face, and nearly a tear in her eye. Putting her mind off of it, she finished up her pancakes. It was crazy that the food was done, and for all 20 minutes, Hanna had been standing up there, now it was dificult to spot her in the crevice, with Darlene leaning on the wall, and the two women taking spots as well. Sometimes I would see the head of Hanna, she looked bewildered, completely enamored with her desperation, near the point of crying out. "Erica..." Jasmine spoke, unbuttoning her jeans to relieve the pressure on her expanding bladder, "this is really bad, I'm about to explode." "Me too, honey... Me too." Erica said with sympathy. "We all are." Darlene introduced herself to the two women. "But I've been here for ten minutes, and this girl--" Darlene pointed to Hanna, who tried the men's bathroom for the 20th time and found no success, "she's been here for twenty." "Twenty!" Erica reacted with shock. "Is there a dead body in the toilets or something!?" "We've talked to her, she just won't open the door." Hanna said with complete frustration. "Why don't we barge in, we haven't peed for a day!" Jasmine contextualized the two's shaking and complete desperation, a day? God, these girls were stronger than I could imagine. "We were supposed to go to an Air B&B, but it got cancelled, so we had to stay in our car for the night and even thought we've been dying for a piss for forever, we just couldn't find a place that had a toilet. Until now." "You haven't gone for 24 hours!?" Darlene was amazed, as she was at wits end with only a measly 20 hours to her name. "Something like that-- and--- Oh!!!" Erica moaned, causing a chain response for all the girls to moan. All four girls were dying, and their desperation just couldn't end. Hanna now knelt down next to the bathroom, a few spurts stained the bottom of her light-blue jean skirt, but it was nothing to Darlene, who remained in complete tension and still had a dark spot on her short shorts. Jasmine continued to push down, tears forming in her-- "Bes." And then there was Erica, who pulled on her miniskirt and-- "Bes!" My attention was halted, as suddenly someone was calling for me. It was Felicity, who in the madness I forgot was waging her own war. I looked at her with worry. "Yeah?" "Could you uh---" Awkwardly, she chose words. "Could you help me outside?" "H...Help?" She looked to me with complete agony on her face, and I knew what she meant. I stood up from my meal, and as Mark watched, I helped up Felicity as well. She was really hurting, her face still red, with her hand carefully placed over her crotch, everything swelled and full, but despite it not a single drop on her chair-- she forced herself to hold it, and when she couldn't, she came to me. Holding her hand, I helped the bursting girl out of the diner, not even gaining attention from the other girls, they were already occupied with their own problems. "What do you want to do?" "I don't know-- Just---- Just take me---" Felicity couldn't complete a sentence as I pulled her out. I pushed on the door and allowed her to leave the sight lines. Throughout all of this she hopped along, bursting at every corner, with every step being a careful balance not to lose control of the overflowed load inside of her. I was not aroused, though, I was worried, and with worry I made sure that she reached the side of the building, just as a large humming sound came from the highway. Felicity still looked around, she was bursting, but she could tell that given the correct angle, a passerby could see her, carefully she moved on, pushing down on the abused cloth that made her sundress. "I promise I won't look." I told her as I let go of her hand, she was at the side of the building, nearing the back as I let her by herself. Alone, Felicity danced, a full-on potty dance as if she was a child, looking around to see if it was finally appropriate for her to pull down her panties and unleash the built up storm. I want nothing more to watch, but I promised that I wouldn't, so with pain I turned away. Still I could hear Felicity pull down her panties and moan, and--- It was silent, without any sounds of spashes or moans of relief. After 15 seconds of silence, I was confused. "Is everything alright?" "I.... I can't." She can't?? I thought, thinking of turning around. "What do you mean, you can't." "I.... It's locked, I can't...." Awkardness filled the space between us, as I stood away from her. "Can I turn around?" I asked, wondering what was wrong. "Yeah." I did, and to my surprise there was nothing, no liquid, no piss, but Felicity remained dancing, dying to pee. "I'm just really shy, that's all." She said, blushing. I managed out a smile, could you imagine-- pee shyness for someone so desperate, I couldn't imagine how it felt for Felicity, who was dying, and just couldn't. "I've never been able to pee outside, I just thought since it's so bad that..." She bent over, "I need to wait for a toilet." "Well, that's okay, you'll just wait on line." I said with ignorance, and she smiled at it as if it was a joke. "Yeah, that'll work out good." Felicity pranced back to the diner, still pulling on her sundress, and as the sun began to fade I wished for nothing more to have been able to see the pleasures of Felicity's relief-- but it'll have to wait. Maybe the bathroom was open, whoever was inside is finally out, maybe Hanna can get relief! Either way, I felt the sting of my own bladder, and the peace of the wall. I let go slowly, urinating against the wall, realizing that the strain I felt was nothing compared to those five girls. I smiled at the thought, of how many beautiful bursting bladders had been placed before me as I finished, buttoning my jeans and-- "Shit! Shit! Shit!!!" A loud voice came near at a record pace, and I stopped, as because from the corner the figure of Darlene appeared, blue t-shirt and blue shorts that were so short that they drew my into a frenzy, all along with it a stained bottom where spurts of piss had been coming out of the desperate girls troubled urethra. She bounced her legs up and down with fury as she stopped, and looked at me. And I looked at her. And she looked at me. And I looked at her. And she pissed her pants. Her muscles stopped, and she bent forward, with the strained indigo becoming the only color as the liquid surrounded her lower body. She nearly squealed as I watched her lose complete control, eventually as the urine poured out of her body she attempted to pull down her moist shorts, but the stickiness prevented it, and suddenly she was fully drenched. I could only watch in amazement, and she reacted with horror, all turning into a shocked, saddened face-- she had so much pride, and now it was as if she was a little girl. "I----" She struggled to make a word, still pushing down as the stream stopped. I said nothing, in shock as well. "I--- I really needed to pee." It was known. From behind her, her family appeared as she walked off, embarrassed, without saying a word. Her Mother and Father reprimanded her, "Why didn't you go like we told you to!" Her Father yelled, and Darlene's brother teased her relentlessly. Darlene was going to remember this day for the rest of her life, and so would Erica, Jasmine, Felicity, Hanna, all because someone refused to leave the bathroom. The problem was that there were no public bathrooms from here, for 200 miles, either way. You either peed now, or you would wait, and those who came had no choice. It was the End of the Line. If you didn't pee here, you wouldn't pee anywhere. Carefully, I walked out of the side of the building, through a window I saw Mark and Felicity, both waiting for this nightmare to end. Felicity's hands were tied, and her head was on the table. I also saw the line, now three girls, waiting with urine coming through their eyes. But it was then that I saw something else, something that made it only crazier. In the front of the diner, a school bus-- a school trip-- and unless my eyes deceived me, many girls that weren't peeing anywhere else. END OF PART 1
  16. I'll share another story of my wife that happened a couple of years ago. Her and I were in the basement of our home changing over a couple loads of laundry, where said before going down there that she needed to pee soon, as well as being naked from the waste down having just put her pants and underwear in the washer. With the fact that sometimes when she hears the noise of running water, it triggers an immediate need to pee, this became a double whammy the instant the washer started filling. All of a sudden, she said "Omg, I need to go now" as she crossed her legs followed by starting a quick dash back towards the stairs as our bathroom was on the main floor. With this, she quickly darted up the first flight of stairs but once on the middle stair landing as I was still at the bottom of the stairs about to follow her, she froze, crossed her legs tightly, and stood there for a few seconds before turning to me stating "I don't know if I can make it". Then almost immediately after, she crouched down with her legs a foot or so spread apart (since she turned back to say that to me, I was looking straight at her crotch level being I was about 6 steps down from the landing she was on). Within just a few seconds upon crouching down, she said in a distressed voice "Its coming out" when I immediately saw a slow trickle start coming from her pussy between her legs that were still spread a foot apart. It lasted a few seconds then stopped, but a few seconds later another few second trickle leakes straight down to the stair landing, followed by her saying embarrassingly "I can't hold it" as all of a sudden a more forceful jet shot out. This happened a couple more times, where she spurted, stopped, spurted, stopped, all of this within a 15-20 second interval. Saying again "I just can't hold it anymore" and it all flooded out all over the stair landing, over the edge of it and on to the floor 6 feet below. She peed forcefully for about 20 seconds, then it was over. But from the angle I was at, I was able to see every bit of it as it was coming out from her pussy and as she was starting and stopping trying to hold it. After it was done, it required a few towels and an extra load of laundry.
  17. So I'm doing a set of omo-themed anthro adoptables. They'll come with desperate alt-art, bladder capacity stats and other goodies~ This first set theme is fluffy bugs and will feature a bee, a moth and a velvet ant. WIP of the bee is attached! If these are popular enough I will do more sets once this one is done, and I'm looking for opinions on what species themes to do - please comment with your vote if you're interested! • Canines • Felines • Mustelids • Reptiles • Other (I'll add any suggestions I like to this list~) I'm also open to suggestions on anything else (info, art etc) to include with the adopt sheets, and pricing/sale method advice (eg. should I sell them for a flat price, auction them?)
  18. Battle of the Bladders “Last order ladies”, the bar tender announced to the two groups of women eyeing each other as they neared the end of their contest. “How are you doing over there kid” One of them asked across the bar, aimed a red head in the group opposite. “Im fine Angela, thanks for asking” she answered back. Despite the kid comment the woman had to be in her late twenties, although she was the youngest of them by about a decade. Both tables were covered in empty glasses, the contents consumed by the number of experienced middle-aged women who sat around them. “Looks like another victory for St. Mary’s” The same woman gloated. “What are you on about Angela, no one has peed yet. The contest isn’t over.” Another retorted. “Come on Joe, its clear Valerie is the most desperate” Angela said, indicating the younger woman sipping on another pint. “That’s not the point. You know its first to pee that loses and that could be anyone. Remember that time Charlotte lost despite acting confident.” “Yeah, but no one pee’s anymore. Our bladders have gotten too strong for these little contests.” Joe said, a hint of sadness detectable in the statement, clearly missing the good old days of their contests. But she was right, after more than a decade of these challenges at the bar, she couldn’t remember the last time one of them had lost it. “So what are you saying, you guys not want to compete anymore?” Joe seemed to think for a moment, a hand scratching her chin before a smile spread across her cheeks. “Or we do it properly, a final hold to determine if St Cuthbert’s or St. Mary’s nurses are the better holders once and for all.” Now it was Angela’s turn to smile. “So one last contest, winner takes all. I like it, but how were you thinking of doing it?” “Well, considering how much I know we all work, im sure we all have some holiday saved up right? so why done we all take a week off and…” “Pfff, a week, im not sure that’s long enough to break me” Angela said confidently, patting her iron bladder. “Fine two weeks!” Joe said loudly, clearly goaded in by the mere suggestion that Angela had the strongest bladder. “My family has a holiday home we can use” Another of Joes group brought up. “We can go there, it will be free and has plenty of room for us”. “Perfect.” The two women said in unison, wide smiles across their faces once again. Soon they would know which of their groups was the better at holding. Over the next week the groups got together and planned out the contest, every little detail being ironed out and agreed upon so no one could have any excuses. It was decided that each group would have a single champion, a bladder gladiator that would fight for their team and hospital. That way it was a straight fight, if they all competed there might be different conditions that could make each team feel like they had won. This was a fight for total supremacy, there was no room for grey areas. They needed a black and white winner and loser, and both groups were certain they would be the winner. Aside from the basic rules of the 1 on 1, other agreements had been made during a meeting the day before the contest was to begin. It was determined a 5 second pee break would be allowed twice a day. The two contestants would have to pee at mid-day and midnight, a short rest bite to allow their bodies to stop the build-up of toxins in their systems. While it had been the scene of a fierce debate among the ladies, this was the preferred method for the safety of the two women. It was noted that this process may make it harder for the women to hold, but it was quickly agreed that this would just be an extra challenge for the iron bladdered gladiators. A test of true control not just capacity. Arriving at the cabin the large group of women couldn’t help but be in a good mood, soon they would know which of them could truly consider themselves the bladder queens. “Alright ladies, unload the truck!” Joe shouted, a number of the women starting to unload the large cases of beer they had brought with them. A low percentage ale had been selected as the best option for a drink that they could safely consume large amounts of, while also increasing their need to pee. From the outside it may have seemed like overkill for regular bladdered folk, these were not regular bladders that would be competing. Standing in the main room a few minutes later the two groups gathered opposite each other, the tension and rivalry easy to feel as it combined with the excitement and pride they were all sure would be theirs when their hospital won. Alright then, should we officially get this underway? I think its safe to say we know who will be competing against each other” Angela said confidently. Her and Joe had been rivals since medical school, both becoming successful nurses and choosing rival hospitals. The pair would often square off against each other in all manner of contests, both in private and when representing their hospital in an official capacity. Even since the first bladder contest almost 11 years ago, the then young nurses had destroyed the opposition and come out on top. In the end Angela had won that challenge by a matter of minutes, with Joe wetting herself surrounded by their colleagues. However, since then Joe had won as many times as Angela herself had. Now with such large bladders neither was ever in real danger of losing it in their weekly contests at the bar, but it had just become somewhat of a tradition. “I wouldn’t be so sure” Joe said, another wicked smile on her and her groups face. “I do hope its not Valerie you are putting forward, I was rather hoping for an actual contest.” Angela said, the arrogance and mild disdain for the suggestion easy to hear in her voice. “No, but I think our champion has just arrived.” Walking through the door came a woman Angela hadn’t seen in many years. Ever since she became head of Urology at St Cuthberts, she had basically disappeared. The athletic looking woman pushed through the door, her long blonde hair pulled tightly into a short ponytail that barely seemed to budge as she walked confidently towards them. Her bright and blemish free skin giving the woman a youthful appearance, although the signs of an aging face were still there. “I think you know Sam” Joe said, the smile unable to get any bigger as she enjoyed the moment of hesitation on Angela’s face. “Its not matter, I can wipe the floor with anyone and everyone here, especially a has been holder like Sam” she spat out. “Nice to see you too Angie” Sam said, remembering the deep rivalry between them as if it had been yesterday. Before Angela and Joe had formed their rivalry, Angela had been singled out by Sam early on in her training. The pair had duelled at almost every opportunity, sparring in anything and everything with the two fierce women giving no quarter and taking no prisoners in their games. However, after Sam’s promotion the two of them had barely seen each other. Sam had even stopped coming to the bar to take part in the weekly bladder matches, but apparently Joe had brought her back for this final test. Still glaring at each other the two groups with their champions selected were finally ready to start. On one side the St Cuthbert nurses stood, Sam and Joe taking their places Infront of the others. Two other nurses Sandra and the junior Valerie behind them. St Mary’s on the opposite side was to be represented by Angela herself, supported by her friends and fellow nurses Vicky, Hannah, Tilly and Julie. “Ok, so we know the rules right?” Joe asked, walking into the centre of the room and between the groups. “Both contestants must drink the same amount, so anytime one of you grabs a drink, the other must have one too. Partial pees must take place at 12am and 12pm on the dot, once you starting peeing you have 5 seconds to release as much as you can. However, you must regain control of yourself quickly, any drops or extended peeing time will result in a penalty drink.” Joe said out loud, making sure neither of the women or groups had an excuse, they wouldn’t be able to pretend they didn’t know of a rules on her watch. She knew she was going to win and didn’t want anything spoiling it, especially some sort of technicality. “Yeah If you release more that you are allowed you have to drink more.” Vicky, another of Angela’s group interjected, clearly excited at the prospect of the contest. “Yes exactly. Now, the first pee will be a complete one. So you will both empty yourself at midnight tonight after drinking as much as you can. This should break the seal and make sure that even your iron bladders are tested. We only have two weeks to determine a winner, so the extra precaution is necessary.” Despite the audaciousness of that comment in other circumstances, the two groups nodded in agreement as they were all aware of the holding powers of the women here. For many of them, it would be the first time they got to witness their champions exhibiting any kind of desperation. Both Sam and Angela would often drink ungodly amounts at work, while seemingly unphased or simply not feeling a need to pee. The only real reason they and the others didn’t continue to hold after their contests at the bar was the possible consequences or slips of concentration at work. Despite the fierce competitiveness of the groups, all the women were professionals to the utmost level. “So its almost noon, do you two want to pee now so we can get this contest started?” Joe asked, keen to get things rolling. “Yeah sure” Angela said, her face lit up like a kid at Christmas. This was her time to shine, her time to show Joe, Sam and all the nurses from St. Cuthbert’s what she and her nurses were capable of. “Im ok, I don’t need to pee” Sam said calmly, cutting through the excitement. The other nurses starting to wonder if she was trying to undermine Angela already? “Well I suppose, there isn’t really any need too at this point since you will be peeing later?” Joe conceded, looking to the others to see what they thought. “Yeah I don’t need to either, I just thought it was a rule” Angela hastily added. “Well in that case, I guess we can call to order this contest if everyone is ready?” With a cheer the two champions were handed their first large beer and as the clock struck mid-day, they pulled off the tops and began to chug them back. Despite it being a test of longevity, it seemed both were in a competitive mood and were determined to show their abilities. In less than 10 seconds both women had finished the 500ml (17.oz) bottle. “Another” Angela shouted, the two contestants’ hands quickly filled by another cool bottle. Like some sort of western movie, the two women locked eyes to see who would move first. Quickly the lids were discarded, the neck of the second bottle put to their waiting lips and chugged back again. This time it was even quicker, 8 seconds! “Another!” Sam said, their rivalry clearly now at full force. Once again their hands were filled by a bottle handed to them by a member of their own team and again the bottles were quickly drained of their contents. “Again!” Angela retorted, neither woman wanting to be the first to give in, despite the contest being on for less than a minute so far. “Alright ladies, maybe we should pace ourselves a little. The real contest hasn’t even started yet” Joe tried to reason, not wanting to go through the beer supply too soon. “You’ve got this Angela, she’s only just getting started!” Valerie shouted. “Show them what St. Mary’s nurses are made from.” She continued, handing out another beer. Both groups of women immensely confident in their chances to win. There was just no way they could lose. This time it took a little longer for the women with locked eyes to finish the beers, but soon both bottles along with 2 more each soon sat in the empty box they had come out of. But finally with the crate completely empty, it seemed as if they had reached a point where both women felt they had proven themselves. Placing a hand on her distended stomach Angela could feel the weight of the beer mixed with the day and half of pee she already had inside her. She hadn’t meant to go so long without peeing, but she simply hadn’t felt the need yesterday. Two days without peeing was a rare occurrence for her, but she knew that her bladder could easily wait. Long double shifts at the hospital would sometimes wear her out to the point of falling asleep as soon as she got home. Waking up and heading into work the following day without relieving herself, comfortably drinking through the day and returning home before peeing. Sam on the other hand had made sure to pee the night before, working in a urology lab she knew the risks of holding onto her pee for too long or too often. Although, In her younger days she had trained herself to hold long and hard, going days at a time if not full work weeks without peeing. It had made her somewhat of a legend and was part of the reason the bladder challenges had started, with others trying to prove they were just as strong as she was. Either because they wanted the same attention she got, or wanted to take her down a peg. In her experience it was the attention seekers that had given her a run for her money more often than not. There was a very short list of people who had been able to do just that, with today’s opponent right at the top of it. In fact, many of those in the room had been her best competitors is those days, but being promoted gave her little in the way of time to partake in such events. Plus, she couldn’t be shown up by a lower level nurse, it would be bad for her image. The hours passed quickly with the women reading, watching tv or chatting in the main room. There was even some fraternising between the groups, although everyone still maintained that their hospital was superior. For the two champions the beer had gone through their systems quickly and they both felt their bladder starting to fill, a dull weight inside their abdomen. But even with a couple more bottles during the evening, neither felt a strong or even moderate need to pee. Soon 11pm rolled around and the anticipation grew, breaking the seal would surely speed up the process and they all knew it would mean the other challenger would start showing signs of desperation quickly. But beyond simply winning, the other women were also excited to see these two bladder behemoths go head to head, with stories of past contests going down as legend in their hospitals. Seeing the two fierce competitors forced to the edges of even their control was an enticing prospect, with everyone in the room wanting to see how far they could push them both. As midnight finally rolled around both Angela and Sam were sat in the main room. A fire burning brightly next to them, its flickering flames dancing along the large stone walls. “So, how do we do this?” Sam asked the room. “Do what?” “Pee, there is only one toilet right. So who goes first?” “Why, already desperate enough to need to go first?” Angela asked with a searing tone of mockery. “hahaha” Sam laughed deeply, her head falling back. “If you think I need to pee this soon and after drinking so little, im not sure you are ready for this contest. To even think this small, it shows how limited your bladder must be.” She shot back. Getting a glower of distain from Angela. “You can just pee on the floor in here if you want?” Valerie responded. “Its an old building and my parents never really come here anymore.” “Well that makes it easier, we can both go at the same time.” Sam said, happy that when she won there would be no excuses of Angela having to pee seconds later or earlier than her. The large clock on the wall began to chime, its ornate hands pointing upwards together. It was time for Sam’s and Angela’s first and final full pee. This would be the last time either of them voluntarily emptied themselves completely for the foreseeable future. “Well ladies, time to pee” Sandra said as all of the others gathering around to watch Sam and Angela pee. Slowey they unbuttoned and pulled their jeans down, revealing bare skin covered in goose-pimples from the cold room. Dropping into a squat as the clock chimed for the 12th time a pair of thick and heavy streams burst out from both women. A loud splattering noise filling the room as their piss hit the hardwood flooring, large frothing puddles starting to form and spread out from the two women. For almost 40 seconds the two women maintained their position as their thigh muscles started to burn from their squatting stance. Now as they both ran dry they stared at the single large puddle now covering much of the floor, draining between gaps in the wood. “Alright then, looks like the contest is on” Joe said smiling about more than just the start of the contest. She had seen Angela sigh while releasing! That could only mean her opponent was clearly enjoying the relief, while her champion Sam barely even seemed to register what she was doing. It had been somewhat embarrassing for Joe to admit someone could out hold her, but she was already glad she had taken the hard to swallow pill and gotten Sam to take part in her place. Walking over to the pile of beer crates Angela pulled a pair of bottles out. “Well I guess since we are empty now, may as well start filling ourselves back up. Wouldn’t be much of a contest if we didn’t drink right?” she said opening both bottles and holding out one. “I couldn’t agree more” Sam nodded, walking over to the crates of drink. But instead of taking a bottle from Angela, she instead picked up a full crate. “What do you think, 6 bottles a good starting point?” “I……” Angela stammered for a second. “Whats that sorry? I think your tiny bladder might have been about to say no?” Megan chimed in from the side. She had always been a massive fan of Sam, her holding stories use to sound so amazing to her. Now, being able to see one first hand she couldn’t wait for her friend to put these smug St. Mary’s girls in their place. “Shut it Megan! I can hold plenty, I was more worried about Sam.” She said, cursing the slight pause in her answer. She couldn’t believe she had already shown weakness, but that wasn’t going to happen again. “But if the has-been is that confident, then I guess there is no reason to go easy on her. How about 12? A full crate each should make sure we feel something in a couple of days right?” Angela said, studying her opponent for any sign of weakness, any flinch, but she saw none. “Alright then, 12 each. Sounds like a good plan. Wouldn’t want to run out of time here without being able to be crowned the winner when you inevitably wet yourself.” “You talk big for someone who gave up holding a long time ago, I’ve been training this whole time and I will easily beat you.” Angela shouted back. “Well, may the best bladder win then” “Thank you, I plan on!” Angela said coldly, enjoying the look of disdain from the other nurses. Locking eyes once more the two women opened their first bottles and began to drink, the frothing amber liquid flowing down their throats and into their waiting bodies. Bodies and bladders that would for the most part remain closed for the foreseeable future. Now onto their second bottle the fires of competition only seemed to get brighter, with each sequential bottle they again looked for a moment of hesitation from the other. But even as they sucked down the 12th bottle of bubbling beer, neither had shown any. Their stalwart appearance surviving even as they felt their stomach’s bloating massively. The next morning the women woke in the unfamiliar surroundings of the cabin, taking a moment for their brains to remember where they were. During breakfast both challengers continued to mirror the drinks of each other, several glasses of orange juice and water being downed in the early hours of the day. By now their bladders were protruding slightly from their skin, bulges that would make most people desperate but seemed to have no impact on either of them. Their once flat stomachs starting to disappear beneath the layer of liquid pushing out of them. “I think im going to have another glass of water” Angela said confidently, placing the tall glass under the tap and filling it. Waiting as Sam walked up behind her, drinking the half a glass she still had and followed suit with another full glass. “If you think you can win this by making me drink lots you are wrong. My bladder is bigger and stronger than yours” She whispered into the close ear of Angela. “I don’t know what you are talking about Sam. This is just how much I normally drink, and I can assure you that I will win this. Especially if you think this is a lot to drink” she mimicked the earlier sentiment. Sam’s eyes narrowed with anger; Angela was no match for her. Yet she pretended to be the bladder queen, well no longer would she let that happen, she had let the other nurses confidence build for too long. “Normal amount you drink you say, then I guess its not much of a contest yet. Maybe we should drink more than that, since we are finding out who has the strongest bladder after all.” Angela had paused last night, it had been a sign of weakness, a sign she would not repeat. “I think that’s a great idea, wouldn’t want to keep it too easy.” She said, walking over to the tap and refilling her now empty glass. “That wasn’t quite what I had in mind, an extra glass is hardly much more than im sure we can handle.” Sam said, pausing to down her glass and following it up with another full one from the tap to keep up with Angela. “I made sure Joe got me some supplies, I think they should be under here” Sam said, reaching into the back of the extra-large fridge. A few moments later she handed Angela a massive 3 litre (106oz) box of cranberry juice, pulling a second out for herself. “I think this might meet our needs of a bit extra” Sam said smugly. “It’s a start” Angela said, happy at seeing the look on Sams face wiped away. Walking over to the kitchen table, the two women uncorked the boxes and began to drink them swiftly. By 11.55 both of the large boxes were empty, the 6 litres of heavily diuretic liquid now sitting inside the two women. At this point the waist bands of their jeans had started to press heavily into their distended stomachs as they tried not to show any signs of discomfort. “So you guys ready for your first pee?” Vicky asked, holding a freshly cooked bacon sandwich in one hand. “I don’t need it” Angela said hastily, “But I guess If it’s the rules then im ok with it.” “Same, but I’ll be surprised if you even have the strength to stop once you start” Sam said. “I’ll show you strength. Even after you go, im sure I can last days longer than you.” “Well, we will see about that” Vicky said, clearly enjoying the intensity of the two women’s rivalry. A few minutes later the two of them were surrounded once again, the other nurses assembling to watch on the off chance this was where it would end. But just looking at both the competitors, it was clear neither was desperate yet and they were all sure they could survive this first round. “Ok, so I guess someone needs to count out loud, we will say 3…2…1….go and on go you pee.” “Seems simple enough” Sam said. “Then you will have 5 seconds to pee as much as you can, but make sure to regain control when we count down the seconds. Peeing for longer will result in a penalty drink remember.” Joe said calmly. “Ok guys, when the clock strikes 12, I will count you down if you want to get yourselves ready” Vicky stated, grabbing her phone to use as a stop watch. Angela quickly unbuttoned her jeans, dropping into a stooping squat. “In a rush are we?” came a snide remark from Valerie. But instead of retorting, Angela ignored it and centred herself for the pee that was about to happen. This was new to her, she had never had to cut off a pee mid-stream before. Her holding prowess meant she could hold on for as long as needed, she had never leaked in any of the contests since graduating. Her iron grip of her bladder was one of her proudest features, yet she now had to voluntarily loosen her muscles and let just a tiny amount of her pee out. A rustling of clothes to her left and seeing a pair of flesh coloured knees next to her made her aware Sam had now joined her. “Ok guys, get ready. Start peeing on 1, and stop on 5.” “10 seconds……..3…2…1…pee” On command a thick stream of pee shot out from Sam, thundering into the ground In front of her. However, to her left little more than a dribble left Angela as she failed to unlock her muscles for a second. Her face burning with embarrassment she did her best to calm her mind and finally the dribble turned into a solid stream. The pair of clear streams falling through the air in tandem for mere seconds. “3…4…5, Stop!” Clenching both women easily stopped the flow, their lack of desperation helping them with their control. However, even in this state they could both feel their muscles aching, a slight burning sensation in their groins as their bladder were cruelly forced shut before they emptied fully. “Have a bit of trouble there” Sam joked, pulling her jeans back up. “Not use to peeing when I don’t have too” Angela said, her face still slightly red. She had always considered her control immaculate, but she hadn’t considered this being part of what control meant. Surely shutting off the flow was an even greater measure of it, demonstrating that they had complete dominion over the bladders. She would have to do better and learn this skill in the future she told herself. “Angela, heads up” came a call from Sam who tossed her a bottle of beer. “We should probably replace what we just lost right?” she said far to cheerily for Angela’s liking. Smiling she grabbed the bottle, unscrewing the lid and downing it in one go. Smacking her lips she noisily sighed in satisfaction. “Thanks I needed that” Angela said, watching as Sam drank hers slightly slower. “So how is your bladder feeling?” she asked loudly “I don’t feel anything yet, bit weird forcing yourself to pee when you feel empty though.” Sam said confidently. Angela knew that was a lie, she must have been feeling something by now. Her own bladder was far from full, but she still felt the heaviness of all the drinks that were sitting inside it. “Yeah same, I think that’s why I couldn’t get started. My body didn’t need to pee so it didn’t want too.” “Yeah that must be it…” Sam said dismissively, the sentiment angering Angela who crossed her arms and walked back to her chair. She would show Sam, only one of them would be walking away a winner and that would be her. …. Despite the initial difficulty getting started, any idea that the women were already struggling was quickly put to bed as the same scene played itself out twice a day for six whole days. Each day consisting of a lot of drinking with and between each meal. More than half of the beer crates were now empty and the recycling was filled with a dozen cartons of fruit juice. Their bladders had ballooned out massively because of it, yet both Sam and Angela remained calm and composed. The bulges in their abdomen the only truly obvious sign of the battle going on in their bodies, bodies which only felt the faintest of releases each day. “You guys ready for your next pee?” Valerie asked. Playing it cool both ladies dismissively shrugged, although neither could deny their need to pee now. With almost a full week separating them from their last full pee, the weight of liquid inside their bladders was truly monstrous. Sam now sat with her legs crossed in as relaxed a manor as possible, while Angela had hers pressed together and almost sitting side saddle on her chair. But now it was time for the next pee, meaning both of them had to stop what they were doing and walk back into the centre of the room. Falling into a squat Sam almost gasped, the separation of her muscles combined with the heaviness of her bladder making her muscles throb for a second. But thankfully no one seemed to have noticed. However, looking up she could see Angela walking carefully towards her. There was a faint look of unease on her opponent’s face, a look that meant Sam knew she was going to win this. “Having trouble there?” She chastised her opponent, widening her legs to show she was still in complete control. “No, I am fine thanks” Angela lied. Her bladder had started to throb inside her after their last pee at midnight yesterday. It was only light, but the constant pulses were something she hadn’t felt in many months. Despite their contests she couldn’t remember the last time she had pushed her body this far in terms of the amount she had drunk. Entering a squat she felt her muscles tremble for a moment before they regained their strength. “Ready, pee in 3…2…1.” Two heavy streams began splattering onto the now slightly warped wood. However, after only a moment one stream seemed to taper off, it was Sam. The blonde nurse began breathing heavily as she tried to relax her muscles, but they had locked up. Her typically strong jet of piss a weak spray before tapering off completely at just 4 seconds. Beside her Angela’s stream continued, before being cut off almost instantly as Julie counted to 5 seconds. A look of glee on her face, having witnessed Sam failing to control herself. “You’ve got this Angela. She couldn’t even pee” one of her friends shouted as the two of them “Having a bit of trouble there Sam?” “No, im fine thanks. Didn’t need to pee anyway.” She lied, feeling her face flush involuntarily and giving the game away. “Sure, I bet that’s why you have been sitting with your legs crossed isn’t it.” Angela has sensed weakness and she wasn’t about to give that up. “What no!” Sam shouted back, her face unable to get redder. “Well in that case, you should have no problem if we have another one of your juice cartons?” Angela was making a gamble, well actually it wasn’t a gamble for her. She was sure she was winning and by making her opponent drink a lot more, she was sure it would tip Sam over the edge. Angela would be crowned winner before she even started to struggle, this is what Joe got for bringing in an outsider. Walking over to the fridge she pulled out another of the large boxes. Sam’s face was almost burning, being called out like that was humiliating. But she would show that arrogant bitch who was the true bladder queen. Her muscles might have locked up but that was because they didn’t want to pee, every fibre of her body was designed and trained not to pee. The only reason she was having any trouble was because she was so good at not peeing. While little nursey over there gloated, Sam was going to make her pay for this humiliation. Her bladder was so much stronger than even Angela could comprehend, she would make her opponent suffer. The gloves were off and the drinking was about to go up a notch. But, thinking for a moment she remembered the saying, the bigger they are the harder they fall. That would be how she would get her, she would build up Angela so much and then crush her like a grape under a boot. Walking over to where the gloating Angela was stood waiting, she accepted the cranberry juice and grabbed another glass. Moving over to the table they began to down glass after glass of the drink. But about half way through Sam stopped, putting the glass down on the table for the first time and noticing the glint her opponent’s eyes. “Oooh, too much for your poor widdle bladder” Angela mocked. “What no, Im just bored of Cranberry juice. Fancy a coffee?” She said confidently, standing even as she felt a light spasm in her bladder. Its fullness making any movement hazardous, upsetting its status quo. “Oh wait, you don’t have a choice do you” she laughed, in spite of the moment of unease. “She can handle it!” Vicky shouted, having been intently watching the drink off. Walking over to the cupboards Sam rummaged through them until she found what she was looking for. A pair of large metallic cafetiere’s that she pulled out from the back of the shelf. Checking inside she was pleased to see they looked almost brand new, their metal shining brightly and the filter looking pristine. “These should do” she said happily. Turning on the tap she began the process of filling the large kettle with water, standing with her legs apart as the tap water noisily splashed around inside the container. Soon the water had boiled and the coffee had been made, the large 12 cup devices usually shared amongst a large group. But this time they each had their own, both sitting confidently as they waited for the coffee to reach a drinkable temperature. All the while staring at each other, still finishing off their cranberry juice. “This is just a show, I know you will break soon” Angela said as Sam took her first sip of coffee. “We will see…drink up” Sam said condescendingly. As they downed cup after cup of coffee they could both feel the warm mass of liquid now sitting inside their body. But what had started as a nice warming sensation had quickly turned uncomfortable, their bodies starting to cramp more aggressively due to the strongly caffeinated drink. Their hearts also starting to flutter and muscles spasms increased in frequency as they continued to drink. However, Sam had taken that into account and only put in a little regular but mostly decaffeinated to not cause them any health issues. Yet still, her body was reacting to the hot drinks. By midnight that day the warmth had long died off, but the urgency in their desperation had increased significantly. Their now heavily distended bladders filled with litres upon litres of pee that was begging to be released. The once occasional spasms now far more frequent as both ladies fought their bodies for control. Angela had been looking at the clock for the last 30 minutes, she needed this pee. She hated to admit it, but she was starting to get close to her comfortable capacity and soon she was going to have to start taking measures to ensure she could keep holding. It would be humiliating to do it, a sure sign of weakness. But if she could just bare down on her muscles hard enough this time, then she might be able to take the edge off and make it another day without having to take such humiliating measures. The longer she put between her and Sam’s inevitable loss, the stronger she would look and everyone would see how good her control was. Looking over she could see Sam sat down, her legs now crossed at the knees as her giant bladder made her unable to cross them at her thighs. She was breaking, Angela knew it! Finally the clock showed it was just 1 minute to go till their next pee, standing slowly Angela walked to the centre of the room. Breathing deeply she cleared her mind, trying to focus on what she was attempting to achieve. “You look like you are starting to struggle” Sam said, watching her opponent trying to calm herself in the centre of the room. “The only thing that is starting to struggle is the button on your jeans” she replied, keeping her composure and trying to almost meditate to get her muscles to obey her soon to be orders. “Yeah, well they might have a limit but I don’t.” Sam answered back, frustrated her comment hadn’t riled Angela up. Joining her in a squat at the centre of the room once again. “5...4…3…2…1…pee” came the command. It was almost second nature now, but again as Sam felt her stream start strongly it seemed to taper off as something inside her caused her to muscles to contract. Despite the overwhelming need to pee she was currently experiencing as the weak stream left her, she just couldn’t get her muscles to relax enough to let a hard stream out. They were just too well trained to hold. “Ughhh” she grunted as she accidentally exerted herself too much, bearing down on her muscles. A few laughs happening at her expense from the other nurses. Next to her the opposite was happening as Angela held her breath, pushing down on her bladder for all it was worth. What had started as a strong stream only increased in speed and volume as she contracted her abdominal muscles to squeeze her bladder. The solid jet of pee now shooting almost a foot, her muscles obeying the orders to push out as much as possible. “3…2…1…stop” Valerie announced, worried slightly by Sams poor show again. A moderate puddle still sat under the blonde-haired woman, but it was nothing compared to Angela’s who seemed to have peed almost as much as a normal person would when emptying out completely. A pleased look on her face as she felt her bladder get slightly lighter. Although, as she stood the relief was far less than she had hoped she would achieve, but even a little bit was good enough. Noticing the small puddle under Sam, she was more sure than ever she would win. Waking up the next day Angela had to put a hand between her legs, the urge for a morning pee far stronger than it had been the day before. The last week of drinking was clearly taking its toll and taxing her muscles. Her constantly full and ever filling bladder no longer giving her any time to rest. The break in her desperation she had hoped the pee last night would have given her had already disappeared. The morning was filled with a hearty breakfast for all the nurses, large plates of eggs, sausages and bacon were washed down with lots of fruit juice for all of them. As the sun shone through the woodland next to the cabin, it was decided that they should go for a walk once they had eaten their fill. For the two full bladdered women this task was a little more difficult than they had imagined, now forced to move more than a few steps it constantly jostled the contents of their bodies. The vast quantity of liquid stored in them shifting with each uneasy step and their bulging abdomens forcing them to walk with an unnatural gate. However, neither woman complained and both kept up appearances of being in complete control. However for Angela this movement was really not helping her, she had been reasonably comfortable sitting in the house. Her bladder reaching an equilibrium as her muscles remained firmly in place and her bladder continued to stretch freely. But now as she was forced to tense her moving muscles, she could feel the beginnings of fatigue setting in. Sam on the other hand was feeling far more relaxed, the calming walk through nature helping her get out of her own head for a moment. The last two partial pees had gone badly for her, with many of the other nurses making jokes at her expense. It had been starting to get to her, but now outside she could let herself relax a little. The sounds of the birds and creaking trees calming her. “Guys its almost 12, should we head back?” Vicky asked, not wanting to disrupt the contest. “Yeah sure, we probably should” Angela replied, stopping and turning around. “Or…we could do it out here?” Valerie suggested. “What, out side, what if someone sees us” Sam asked nervously. “I mean the woods seems pretty quiet. Plus it would mean less clean up” Joe joined in. “Sure why not” Angela said, happy to see that Sam had been hesitant. Would that mean another weak pee from her? She must really be struggling by now. A few minutes later the group found a shaded area and both women pulled their Jeans down preparing to pee. The countdown started and on cue both ladies began to pee, the strong streams a sign that Sam had overcome whatever had been holding her back. Yesterday had been difficult for her, but she smiled as she felt a heavy stream spraying out of her and splattering into the mud. However, after a few seconds something started to worry both of them. Despite feeling themselves peeing and seeing it rush out of them, neither could feel any benefit. Their bladders now so bloated and full that even as they peed, it did nothing for their increasing desperation. “and…stop” Valerie counted down. “Oh god” Angela said quietly, trying to closer her muscles., A grunt escaping from Sam at the same moment as both women were forced to fight for control for the first time. It was close, they had probably both gone slightly over the time, but they had still stopped the flow. But the burning feeling between their legs had gotten so much worse as their tired muscles really starting to strain after a week of not being able to relax fully. Despite this and their ever-filling bladders, both women held and held. Time passing increasingly slowly for the two women as they felt their already bloated bodies expand even more. The partial pees had lost their impact, with neither woman feeling any relief from the 5 second pees any more. 48 Hours after their pee in the woods and now in their nineth day without being empty, they could feel their muscles weakening. The nerve endings in their taught skin and distended bladders now constantly demanding attention. The throbbing from inside their bodies becoming annoyingly consistent for the two women as they battled the increasing pressure that was building inside them. Stood in the kitchen Sam poured herself A large cup of coffee, hoping it would keep her alert. Plus, over the last couple of nights sleep had not come easily, finding herself tossing and turning quietly in her bed. The giant orb of liquid sticking out of her was making finding a comfortable position almost impossible. Filling another glass for Angela she carried it over to the other nurse, currently sitting in a chair reading. Her lips tightly pursed as she sat rigidly with her legs pressed tightly together. Sam was sure it was a sign of how desperate her opponent had come, but she knew she would deny it if she asked. “Here, I wanted a coffee so I brought you one as well. Unless that’s an issue?” “Why would there be an issue?” Angela said, slightly surprised by Sam’s sudden appearance “You’re looking a bit full.” Sam said, pointing at Angela’s bladder. Now stood next to each other it was possible for the others in the room to see the true extent of their bladders. While both women had drunk the same amount, it seemed their differences in stature had created vastly different bladder shapes. As the taller of the two, Angela’s bladder looked more like a large beer belly. The rotund shape bulging out of her lower stomach several inches, pressing over the hem of her underwear, their Jeans discarded some time ago as they failed to fit around their large bladders. Angela’s watermelon sized growth defying gravity as it hung there, her skin almost white as it was stretched as far as it could. Meanwhile Sam’s shorter physique seemed to have created more of an all over wide bulge, a horizontal tyre like mass pushing its way out of her stomach. Unlike Angela, it looked as if her entire torso was trying to push itself out of her skin. The massive bulge starting just below her large breasts and pushing out of her centre, before curving down and almost looking normal by the time it reached her crotch. But unlike Angela it had the added effect of stretching Sam sideways, her straight sides now also bulging outwards as the pressure inside her seemed to push in all directions at once. “You can talk, don’t pretend like you haven’t been tossing and turning all night. I’ve heard your bed.” Angela shot back. “So you have been up all night too then” Sam retorted, trying not to act surprised by Angela’s comment and deflecting it back at her. “Yeah well…the beds are not comfortable are they” “No, they’re a bit harder than im use too.” Sam conceded. ”Sure its not your bladder” Angela said, clearly accusing her of lying. “My bladder is fine, you’re the one im having to make drinks for.” “Im just taking it easy on you, I didn’t want to break you by making you drink too much. Although im sure you will disgrace yourself and your hospital soon.” “You think you’re so strong, but you don’t even know the meaning of an iron bladder!” Sam spat back, not being able to remember the last time someone had talked to her this way. Let alone someone with such a small bladder! “Oh yeah, I bet you I win this contest easily” “In your dreams, im going to win this without any sweat” “You sure about that, I can see the clamminess of your skin already.” It was true, Sam’s skin had gotten a little shiny, the exertion making her sweat just slightly. “Its from the heat of the kettle!” Sam angrily retorted. “You know what, you talk a big game but lets see how you feel after another crate of beers. In fact, why don’t we put a bet on it. Whoever loses pays the winning groups bar tab for the next month” “Deal, and you’re on. My bladder can deal with anything I need it to in order to show you up. Which wont be much” she added. While it may only have been 10am both women grabbed another crate of beers, walking back to the kitchen table they picked up the bottle opener and began to drink. The others gathering around to watch another intense drink off by their team mates, who already looked fit to burst out of their skin. Despite the bravado of their confrontation, the beers were drunk nowhere near as quickly as they had been at the start of the contest. Each one making the two fierce competitors feel even more bloated as the large volume of gaseous alcohol they were drinking began to affect them. Stifling burps the pair felt their skin creak under the weight of their bladders, with each extra bottle the need to pee seemed to increase exponentially. But still, they uncapped the next one and kept drinking. By 12 o’clock 8 bottles had been consumed each, the liquid racing its way through their systems to join the ocean of pee waiting in their bladder, which somehow looked even larger now. “Ok guys next pee time” Joe said excitedly. Everyone in the room could sense the shift in the mood, they were getting close to crowning a winner. Despite the best efforts of the contenders it was clear to everyone that both women were desperate to pee, even if they refused to admit it. The groups watched as their two confident champions stood slightly gingerly from the kitchen table and walked towards the centre of the room, their bladders now so large it was impossible for either woman to stand up straight. The weight of the liquid straining their backs and forcing them to bend into a more comfortable position. Dropping into a squat Sam let out a hiss of air, the movement once again separating her clenched muscles. Contractions in her muscles ripped through her lower body, but she managed not to groan out loud at least. “Having some trouble there Sam? Why not give in and just pee like we all know you are going too” chided Tilly. The usually quiet woman sticking a knife directly into Sam’s back or more accurately her bladder. “Yeah well, I’d like to see Angela squat. She hasn’t even tried to, she is clearly scared she wont be able too.” Megan said, defending Sam who was fighting yet another pulse from her bladder. “Ughhh” Angela exhaled loudly as she joined Sam squatting on the floor of the cabin. Her bladder similarly resting uneasily in her new position. “See, Angela is going to lose it first” Valerie commented on the show of desperation. “No she is not, she is going to win this thing!” Vicky shouted back, clearly angered by the suggestion her champion was weakening. “St. Mary’s are the true bladder queens, there is just no way you can win this” “St. Cuthberts don’t even know how to feel desperate, out bladders are bottomless!” The heated debate was interrupted by the large clock beginning to chime, it was mid-day and time for the next pee. “Alright, on 3….Pee in 1…2…3” “Ohhh” Sam groaned in relief, a fierce jet of piss bursting from her. Next to her Angela let out another deep exhale as she let her bladder relax for a moment. Yet as the two streams started and the sound of piss hitting the floor beneath them filled their ears, they could both tell something was different this time. Their bladders were now so full It didn’t even feel like they were peeing. Despite the evidence of their powerful sprays that were making their skin ripple between their legs, it meant nothing to their need to pee. It almost felt as if it was going in reverse, their bladders now screaming for release, pulsing inside them as the vast amount of pee in their bladders demanded to be let out and not stopped this time. “3…2…1…Stop!” “Oh fuck” Angela winced, her hand going between her legs to help her stop the flow. “Arrrrrh” Sam groaned, her legs pushing together as a final spurt dribbled out between her tensing thighs. It had been close but both women had just about stopped their bladders from emptying although at some cost. Their faces both screwed up in agony, red and starting to sweat as the burning in their crotches intensified. After more than a week of this, their muscles were clearly starting to tire, combined with the amount they had drunk it was only going to end one way. Yet, both of these iron bladdered queens had indeed stopped the flow. “See, I told you Angela was going to win” Julie said confidently. “Sam clearly has more control; she can last for days long if she needs too.” Valerie said as the two women tried to untangle themselves form their bladders. The last sentence hung in the air, the suggestion of prolonging this contest for yet more and more days seeming less enticing for both women as they struggled to control themselves. The urge to pee going through the roof as their maxed out bladders were forced shut for what to be the 19th time. A deep pulsing now happening inside the bloated bladders of both women. “Are we here to talk, or here to drink” Sam asked, a little pause as she tried to control her speech and stop her voice cracking under the pressure she was feeling in her abdomen. Walking over to the 4 bottles remaining in her crate she opened another beer and eyed Angela. “Oh, Im here to drink and to win this thing.” Angela said confidently, cracking open another of her beers. Looking up a the clock a little later Angela could see it was only 4pm, concern momentarily visible on her face as she battled the realisation her next relief was still 8 hours away. After finishing their last 4 beers, time had seemed to slow to a crawl. Sitting in her chair with her legs tightly crossed her was tensing the back of her thighs. “Boy, that must be an interesting page.” She mocked from across the room. “Im sorry, what?” Angela asked, confused. “That page, I think you have been on that for about the last 20 minutes.” Angela hadn’t realised it but at some point, apparently 20 minutes ago, she had stopped reading the book she was holding in front of her face. Her attention and thoughts moving to the task of helping her bladder, causing attention to wander. “Nah, just day dreaming. Its not very interesting” she lied. “If you say so” Sam added, turning her head away. “Well what about you, I see your hand between your legs.” “It was just resting there!” Sam answered back, having somehow not noticed her own hand moving unconsciously between her legs. The strain of her bladder making her mind take over and help her tiring muscles by using a hand to hold. “If you say so” Angela mocked. A fierce glare exchanged by both nurses as they fought the ever-increasing urge to pee. By 6 pm both of them were now sat with their legs tightly crossed, just about resisting the urge to fidget in their seats. Their bladders now filled with yet another days’ worth of drinking. The two of them were just about keeping up appearances, sitting rigidly while eating a takeaway, half empty 2 litre bottles sat on the ground next to each woman. However, the faintest doubt was starting to creep in for them, considering how much worse it had gotten over the last 6 hours. They were not the only ones either, It seemed many in the room were starting to doubt if they would even make it to the next partial pee. Although given the lack of benefit they now posed, it was surely pointless to try. “Oooh” Sam groaned lightly, puffing out her cheeks as a particularly strong pulse made her bladder quiver inside her for a moment. “I think we are about to have our winner” Tilly announced to the group. “What no, its just a bit of discomfort.” Sam said, trying to play it down. “So you are uncomfortable, I knew it!” Angela jumped on the slip up, causing Sam to blush slightly having revealed her need. “Anyone would be uncomfortable with that much pee inside them” Joe retorted. “This is what you get for being out of the game for so long.” Angela said, not even bothering to look over at them, simply turning the page on her book. “Oh yeah, well even if I had been out of the game for years I could still hold rings around you lot at St. Mary’s.” “Were not the ones groaning like a little girl about to wet themselves” Angela responded, her attention finally taken from her book as she angrily looked over at her opponent who was currently making fun of her whole hospital. “As I said Its just discomfort, Im not going to burst. If fact we might have to re do this with more time. We only have four days left and I don’t plan on needing to go in that time.” “Really, you seem confident for someone so clearly desperate.” “Says the one secretly tensing her thighs” Sam shot back. “I……Im not!” how did she know? Now it was Angela’s time to go red faced. “I can hold on longer than you, we at St. Marys can outhold even the strongest of bladders from your second-rate hospital.” She continued. “Well then, if you are both so confident why don’t we take this up a level.” Joe said, seizing on the opportunity to really put Angela and St. Marys in their place. “Angela can handle anything!” Vicky interjected, the other nurses wanting to back their champion all the way. Things were definitely heating up now, the tension rapidly rising as the insults started to fly between the two groups of nurses. It was more than personal pride on the line now, it was the pride of their whole hospital. It was almost certain that everyone they worked with would hear about this, they needed to make sure it was their team that won. “Fine, how about we change the pee time limit?” “In what way?” Angela asked nervously, suddenly aware how much she was counting down until the next one. If they got rid of them, she might start having trouble. “Well, its not really a test at the moment is it, you know when and how much you can pee. I think we should make it more random, make it harder to prepare for.” Joe suggested. “So how would we do that?” Sam asked, genuinely interested in the rules change. The pulsing in her bladder had gotten so much worse by now and anything that might help take the edge of was welcome for her. “Well, why don’t we just take it in turns to say how long and when you can pee.” Joe said, looking around for an indication of what others thought about it. “That sounds like a good contest. At least this way we have a chance of getting a winner by the time we go back, and by that I mean when you fail I can rightfully say I have the strongest bladder.” Angela said, locking eyes with her nemesis once more. “You’re on, and you’re going down. My control is immaculate” Sam replied, the fire between the two women now raging strongly and fuelled by the large bulges coming out of both women. “So, when do we start?” “How about now? “Are you kidding, she’s not even desperate yet, I’m sure she can last for another day without this silly little game.” Came an annoyed comment from Valerie, apparently not a fan of the proposed rules changes. They were here to show who had the strongest bladder and she wanted to see these two legends pushed to the absolute limit of their capacity. “Yeah, isn’t it a little early given there are still more than 3 days left?” Vicky joined in, the issue clearly crossing over to both groups. “We should at least wait until tomorrow, if not two more days.” Both Angela and Sam looked at each other, beads of sweat starting to gather on their foreheads. It was clear they were actually desperate to pee, their giant bloated bodies crying out for relief. But they couldn’t admit it, they couldn’t show weakness no matter what their bodies actually needed. “Well then, I tell you what, why don’t we wait until noon tomorrow and then we can start this new game. Im sure by then you will both be at least a little desperate.” Joe conceded, the rule change apparently appeasing Valerie and the others that wanted to see the two of them pushed to their absolute limits. “You’ve got this Sam, just look how full Angela looks. Any more and im sure she will burst!” “You’re kidding, I think Angela seems a little thirsty. Isn’t that right?” “I…uh yeah.” Angela said unconvincingly. “Well maybe they should have something to drink if you are so sure she can handle it” Valerie said, happy that her chances of seeing this head to head hadn’t been stopped. Picking up a crate of beers in each of her strong arms she unceremoniously dropped them between Angela and Sam, their eyes meeting above the boxes. The next challenge had been set, there was no backing out now. With less than 24 hours before the rules changed, they wanted to prove themselves and make their opponent that much more likely to lose. Ignoring the fact that it would make themselves more desperate, they opened the box and the first bottle was drunk. The new liquid rushing down to join all of the others inside the giant bladders of the nurses, they were as desperate to win as they were to pee. The midnight pee went as well as could be expected, but did little to nothing for either woman. Squatting into position was getting harder as their bladders bloated even more, their abdomens looking heavily pregnant after 10 days of drinking. Thick and heavy streams had sprayed out of them, only to be cruelly cut off once again after just 5 seconds. Both of them groaning quietly as they stemmed the flow and took their places back in the kitchen. Their steps uneven and a sheen of sweat covering their faces. Both challengers knew sleep wasn’t an option for them, their massively bloated bodies giving them no chance of finding a position comfortable enough. So instead, the pair stayed up through the night, sat opposite each other and still drinking. Another large pot of coffee was consumed by them both as they used the caffeine to fight off the tiredness. However, since last night their desperation had turned up to 11 and it was now impossible to put to the back of their minds. Their bloodshot eyes wide as they now openly held themselves, Sam’s legs jiggling under the table while Angela groaned and held herself with both hands. The pot of coffee and cases of beers in the last day would have been more than enough to make them need to pee without the other 8 days. Exacerbated gasps filled the cabin as the others slept soundly, certain they wouldn’t miss anything and that both women would still be holding when they woke. By mid-day everyone was awake and gathered around the openly desperate women. They were all happy to see the vast quantity of liquid they had consumed was finally having an impact, they would have their winner soon! “Ok then, so from here on out the 5 second pee’s are to be replaced by what we decide. Should we start easy with a 4 second pee?” Joe suggested, wanting to trial the new format without upsetting any of the women. She was aware that she wasn’t exactly impartial and didn’t want to spoil Sam’s assured victory by looking like she was taking control of things in her favour. Angela’s whole body was throbbing as she stood uneasily, the weight of all the nights drinks pressing heavily on her muscles. Waddling into the centre of the room even her legs seemed to be straining under the weight of her bladder. Kneeling down rather than squatting she tried to prepare herself for what was to come. It had only been 10 hours since her last pee break, but it felt like days since she had felt any sort of actual relief. Looking down she couldn’t believe how much her stomach had bloated, her once flat torso now arching and bulging out inches In front of her. She was sure if she walked into the maternity ward at her hospital, no one would think she wasn’t pregnant. But instead, it was simply how large and round her bladder was making her look. Sam soon joined her, one hand pressing deeply between her legs as she fought the spasms that had been rolling through her body since the large pot of coffee they had drunk during the night. The heavily diuretic liquid mixing with the alcohol to form a potent and heavily bloating cocktail of desperation. “Ok guys, pee in 3…2…” “Wait, wait, wait” Sam stammered, her legs pressing heavily against each other for a moment. “See Angela, she cant even keep her legs open you’re a sure to win.” Tilly said gleefully. “It was just a….im fine” Sam said, her face bright red. Getting back into position the count down was restarted and on cue two thick streams fizzed through the air. A soft whimper escaping one of the women as they relieved themselves, but it was hard to tell which one. Then after just 4 seconds they were both forced to clamp the flow off. “Jesus” Angela moaned, her entire body shaking as it reeled in pain. Fireworks of contracting muscles and searing nerve endings suddenly exploding in her bladder. “hummmmg” Sam whimpered, a similar process and spikes of pain shooting through her body. Her eyes closed and jaw clenched as she tried not to shout out in desperation. Unlike the other pees both women stayed in their stooped position for several minutes, their faces red and shining with sweat. Eventually it seemed the worst of the pulses stopped and they regained some control, moving back to the kitchen slowly where a chorus of cheers convinced them both to down another bottle of beer. An hour later the second pee was announced, the groups deciding a 3 second break would be all they were willing to give. The other nurses in the room sensing the discomfort and wanting to strike while the iron was hot. Again, the count down was started as both women gurned in discomfort, their squatting position making it almost impossible not to lose control. The positions lack of support for key muscles causing them to constantly shift where they crouched before finally being able to pee. Despite all the odds they both shut the flow off again. The once slight burning a now constant and agonising sensation that felt as if they were tearing themselves apart. Their muscles shuddering and twitching as they were forced to yet again close prematurely, despite the pressure coming from inside their massively bloated bladders. “Come on Angela, you’ve got this” came a supportive cry from Tilly. “No way, Sam is going to win. St. Cuthbert’s will be the champion, no question.” “Yeah, Sam might be empty soon at this rate.” Sam herself really doubted that comment, the quantity of liquid they had both drunk had filled them with gallons of liquid that would surely take more than a few seconds of peeing to be let out. Plus with their continued drinking it was likely she was drinking just as much if not more than she was peeing. It was turning into a perpetual filling and emptying that was tormenting her every thought. “Well in that case, should we might have to make it a little harder, shall we say a 1 second pee this time?” Vickey suggested, a wicked smile on her face. “Is that even worth it?” Sam questioned, worrying for the first time she might not be able to stop after such a short time. Her breathing now heavy and laboured as the coffee and beer from last night made its way through her system. “Well if Sam doesn’t think it’s a good idea, im all for it Angela” said loudly, just about picking out the conversation through the haze as her face flushed and chest heaved, breathing heavily through her nose. Having already chosen the length of the next pee the groups still made the two desperate nurses hold on another 30 minutes. Their desperation still somehow increasing, with neither of them able to concentrate on anything else but the overwhelming need to pee. Their muscles trembling as they were just about able to stand and sit on chairs hastily pushed towards them by their supportive colleagues. “Ohh god” Sam muttered, her jaw clenched and eyes shut once again as she got into position for the shortest pee yet. She could feel her muscles crying in anticipation of what was to come, but she wasn’t going to give up now. Next to her Angela wasn’t doing much better; she could feel the sweat dripping off her face as she too struggled with her bodily demands. The throbbing had stopped, but it had turned into an almost constant wave of unease and mounting pressure. It peaked and rolled through her crotch and enormously distended bladder, but never disappeared completely. Her body was truly being pushed to its absolute limits by this contest, but she was so close to winning. There was no way Sam could put up with this for much longer. “Alright ladies, just a 1 second pee this time. So there wont be a count to stop, ill just carry on from the count down.” Tilly announced, making both women realise just how little they would be peeing this time. “Alright then, so 3…2…1…Pee…Stop!” It was barely enough time for their streams to start, the exhale of relief from Angela turning into a strange squeaking noise as she forced the muscles between her legs to stop the flow almost instantly. It had felt more like a leak than an attempt at peeing. “Fuck ittttttt!” Sam yelled next to Angela as her legs bowed inwards and both hands applied a vice like grip to her bare crotch. Never before had she felt this kind of burn, the indescribable tingling and cramping sensations radiating out of her crotch and enormous bladder. Even her arms as they pressed lightly against her skin were causing lines of pain and heat to throb through her bladder, radiating from where they brushed the bloated organ. The slightest of pressure enough to now cause immense discomfort and make her tremble. Both women quickly rose and sat on the seats next to them, their legs twisting and faces contorted by pain. It was clear both were reaching new and unfathomable levels of desperation, something that was pleasing all the other nurses in the room. As they had hoped, this was a bladder match for the century and it was a privilege for them to witness it. However, as much as they were enjoying the show they all still wanted to win. Just 15 minutes later it was decided that both women would get the chance to pee again. It was clear that the repeating partial pees in their current state were having an impact and lowering their control. As such, the groups of nurses were happy to torment them both, giving neither of them enough time to get their bodies fully under control. “I think we should do 5 seconds this time” That came as welcome news to both women, especially Sam who wasn’t sure if it was her imagination but she was sure she could feel some of her pee trapped between her clenched muscles after that last round. Her bladder now so full her body was storing it anywhere it could, only her hands had stopped it shooting out of her last time. Hopefully with 5 seconds it would take the edge off and let her constantly contracting muscles a moment of relaxation. Lowering themselves back into position their muscles quivered almost constantly by this point, the twitching visible to those watching as the taught skin seemed to writhe on its own. Contractions or little spasms easy to see on their bare bloated abdomens which had been pulled so tight the skin was almost white. The deep blue of their veins easy to see in contrast to the taught skin which bulged out of their bodies and made them look at least 8 months pregnant. “3…2…1…Pee” Came the command through the desperate white noise which now filled the two nurses ears. Both women sighed in relief, their pee streams thundering out of them once again. The heavy jets spraying noisily on the hardwood flooring as the puddles began to spread out from under them. “2…1…Stop” “Oh fuck!” they both shouted in unison, momentarily lost in the relief. The contrasting pee lengths had played havoc on their bodies which were getting tormented by short pees, only to now be able to let out a reasonably long 5 second burst. Their tired muscles seizing on the opportunity and mistakenly thinking this was it, they were free. Groaning in effort they stemmed the flow and held the tide back once again. But this time it was worse than all of the others put together. Waves of fire pulsed out of their bladders, sweat dripping off them as they gurned and gritted their teeth. Unable to move they writhed in absolute desperation, the taste of freely peeing reminding them of what it felt like and their bodies wanted more. “Sam’s about to pop, just look at her!” Came a comment from Julie, watching the squirming women. “I can fucking hold it she shouted back”, The tendons in her neck bulging as she fought her body. “Im winning this, there is no other outcome possible” Angela panted next to Sam, her own body contorted by the waves of pressure racing through her body. Her heavy but erratic breathing leaving the woman light headed. “You have no chance, I can hold this forever” Sam shouted defiantly, her face red and wet with perspiration as she puffed out her cheeks with each breath. Strands of her blonde hair which had escaped the tight ponytail now sticking to her face, yet still she held resolutely onto the idea she was in control and going to win this. “Im still in control, you cant win this” Angela retorted, her jaw clenched rigidly. “Show them St Cuthbert nurses don’t even know the meaning of a full bladder” Valerie shouted over the huffing and puffing of the bulging women. Five minutes later Angela couldn’t help but let out a guttural moan as her tortured body started to spasm wildly, her muscles cramping deeply inside her. “You almost got her Sam, just listen to that groan” Valerie said confidently. “One more and I think she will break” “No way, Sam will break first, we all saw how she couldn’t deal with the 1 second pee” “Bullshit, she’s in control” “Well then, we shall see. I think we do a 1 second pee again now.” Neither group seemed to even notice the discomfort of their own champion, all their eyes glued to the opposition and how close they looked to winning. “1 second now” An excited and hungry cheer went around the groups. “I….” Sam started, but her sentence tapered off before it began. Surrounded by the other nurses she felt as if she was a simple play thing for them, so full of piss and being forced to release on their command. “Show them what we are made of, 1 more second. You can do it” Tilly added. Clutching themselves both women got into position, their throbbing bodies now exposed once again. “3…2…1..Pee…Stop!” “Arrrrhhhh” Angela screamed as she cut the heavy flow off. Beside her Sam was silent, her bright red face contorted into an expression of pure pain, tears rolling down her face but she hadn’t given up. Angela let out another guttural groan as her bladder violently shook inside her, the tortured muscles screaming out as she forced them to clamp off the flow early. Another short dribble seemed to escape Sam as she pushed her hands back between her legs. Her head angled sideways and grimacing deeply. “I can hold it” Sam said breathlessly, her eyes now open wide but unfocused. “You leaked!” Vicky said accusingly, pointing to the small number of drops falling off Sam’s hands. “It was just drops from the stream, im in control” Sam panted, sweat streaming off her face. “Fuck me!” Angela shouted as her body shuddered violently again, a searing pain ripping through her body. Valerie looked on, an insatiable lust in her eyes. She was desperate to watch Angela eat her words from the other month. She wasn’t the bladder champion around her, despite how she might act. “Well if you are still in control, I think you should do another 1 second pee” Valerie said, an evil grin plastered across her face. They hadn’t done two pees so soon after one another before. Both women looked on the edges of control, this would surely be enough to destroy Angela! “I can do it!” Sam spluttered out, her breathing even more ragged “Me too. I can do anything; my bladder is unmoving!” “Ok then, Vicky ready with the clock.” “3….2….1….Go” Another jet of piss burst out of their quaking bodies. Shooting out and once again splattering onto the still wet floor, the puddle of previous releases still sitting there on the surface. The writhing and sweating women’s reflections just as desperate looking as the real pair. Ripples ran through them as the forceful jets continued to spray into the puddle in almost slow motion for the two desperate nurses. But almost as soon as it started, Vicky told them to stop. “Ok that’s it, clench ladies you have to stop” On command both women screamed loudly, guttural and pained shouts filled the room as they clenched their tired and burning muscles. Red faced and panting they pushed their legs together, hands returning to crotches but there was no stopping it. Despite the order to stop the streams continued as their giant bladders could hold back no more, the repeated short pees had finally broken them. The pained noises of Sam and Angela echoing off the walls of the cabin as the other nurses watched the match come to its end. Piss thundered out of them, drumming noisily off the floorboards and speeding its way across the floor. The puddles joining into a single massive mess that grew by the second as the two women lost control. Unable to move from pure relief Sam’s pee hissed through the hand she had tried to use to help her maintain control but now pressed weakly against her bare crotch. Next to her Angela’s legs were now spread wide, her hips almost bucking as her tortured body released more that a weeks worth of piss. Angela still couldn’t feel any benefit yet, even after 10 seconds. The weight and pressure inside her bloated bladder still as strong as it had been before. The only thankful exception was the burning sensation in her crotch that had finally dissipated with the release. The grunts from both women continued for half a minute before finally their overtaxed bodies began to relax fully. Their bloated bladders starting to reduce in size as the enormous puddle underneath them grew. By the second minute and as pee continued to splatter into the puddle the other nurses were forced to back up, some picking up or pushing furniture of the way of the ocean spreading across the floor. The two panting women in the centre of the room containing far more than any of them had ever seen before. Five minutes after the initial pee both women ran dry at almost the exact same moment. The room completely flooded with their urine. Sam unable to take it sagged onto the floor, lying back in the puddle of her own making completely exhausted. Angela simply sat in the centre of it, a vacant look on her face as she felt her muscles still occasionally twitch. A silence filled the room “Sam started first” A voice shouted. “No way, it was Angela”…. The heated argument continued for minutes, the two contenders too tired and exhausted to take part. Muscles spasms still fired through their tortured bodies which had well and truly been pushed to their absolute limits. “Well, I guess we will just had to re do it next month then.” A voice broke through the euphoric bliss both contenders were under. “I’ll win next time” Sam and Angela said simultaneously, the faintest of fires burning again in their tired eyes. ----------------------------- I hope you guys enjoyed this story. 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  19. It was going to be a close run thing, and she knew it. Abby had double booked herself. It was her best friend Mike's 18th birthday, and they had been planning a night out for so long. It had been the topic of conversation since they were about 14, their first, legal night out. Problem was, she had also agreed to go on a team building session with work, and it had happened to fall on the same day. The session was a boozy lunch, followed by the normal team building activities. The problem was it was in Warrington, which was a 90 minute coach journey away. The return coach was scheduled to leave at 5:30, arriving back at 7, and she'd arranged to meet in a local Wetherspoons at 7:30. The team building had actually been a really good day. She worked as an accountants PA, so itt was a very male orientated job. Infact there were only 3 women on the trip. Sue, who was the boss, and a very formidable woman. You would certainly not cross her, and Katerina, a Hungarian graduate, who's English was tenuous at best. As an 18 year old trainee Abby had felt quite vulnerable on a coach with 19 men, but it had been fine, she'd received a lot of attention and been made to feel very welcome. She'd had 2 glasses of wine at lunch, and she really wasn't used to drinking. She felt OK though, as she'd drank about 2 pints of water in the afternoon whilst outside doing the physical tasks; she did, however, groaned a little at the suggestion to go to a local pub before the bus came. She really wasn't used to drinking and with a night out tonight planned more alcohol was not what she needed. Nevertheless, Andy was buying a round so she joined in. As soon as they got into the pub Abby made her excuses and dashed to the little girls room, It was only when she sat and released her pent up urine she realised how badly she'd had to go, it felt glorious, and she peed and peed and peed for ages. As she re-entered the bar she was greeted by Andy, who proudly handed her a pint of lager. "A pint" she gasped, "Of course" replied Andy, "You're one of the boys now". Abby groaned inwardly at this, a pint of lager was the last thing she would have chosen, but, she was happy to be included so she accepted and gulped it down. Just as she was finishing this one, the regional manager Steve approached with another. "I'm really pleased you've settled in so well Abby" he said, "Its a pleasure to have some women on these trips, they're always so testosterone fueled. She settled back and had a bit of a chat, getting on the good side of the management was going to be a great move. With about half a pint left, the coach pulled up outside. Sue made a beeline for the ladies, and Abby made to follow her, but John grabbed her arm. "Come on Abs, coach is here" he said, "lets get to the back like the cool kids". Abby thought about protesting, but she didn't really need to go, she'd only just been, it was only precautionary, and a 90 minute journey was absolutely nothing. She'd be fine she told herself, chugging down the end of her beer, and following on. Half an hour later, and Abby was starting to worry that she'd made a mistake. Her bladder was making itself known BIG TIME. Had she still been in the pub she'd be heading for the ladies, but she wasn't, and while she wasn't bursting yet, she was really concerned with how quickly her need had developed over the past 30 minutes. None of the guys seemed to notice though, and she was still involved in the conversation, so it wasn't an issue, she tried to tell herself. Another half an hour passed, but, as she feared, her need was building with each passing minute, and she was now bursting to go. Really bursting. She'd gone really quiet, and was pressing her legs together tightly. Her mind was racing. She needed to go so badly, but there was nowhere she could go. A glance at her watch told her there was still half an hour to go, and that was going to be torture. She'd be fine if her need didn't increase, but she knew it was going to. It was the lager, she thought, why had she downed 2 full pints, why didn't she have her precautionary wee before she left. Oh god, this couldn't be happening. She was snapped out of her silent turmoil by John, "Are you OK Abby?" he asked "You've gone very quiet all of a sudden". "Ooh, ah, erm, yeah" stammered Abby, "I'm just, erm, tired, that's all" she added. "It has been a long day" said John, "Drink in the afternoon always does that to me, could be worse though, I'm busting for a piss" he added smiling, trying to make her feel better. It didn't though, if anything she felt worse, she couldn't admit her need to a group of male work colleagues, she just couldn't, but now he was going to be open about his. Ten minutes later, and her need had risen to almost new heights, she was at the stage now where she'd be dropping whatever she was doing and running to the ladies room wherever she was, she was absolutely bursting, verging on desperate, and for the first time was seriously beginning to doubt whether she would be able to wait. as she tried to think this through, she noticed to her horror, the coach was slowing to a stop. The tannoy system crackled into life. "OK gents" started the driver, we've hit a bit of a delay, there's been an accident, shouldn't take too long to get through though, bear with me and I'll have you home as quick as I can. An audible groan went up, as the coach ground to a halt. The news was a disaster for Abby, who had been conting down the seconds towards their 7 o'clock arrival, that seemed nigh on impossible, but to add a delay to that was terrifying. They sat still for 5 minutes, before Andy stood up, "its no good" he declared, I absolutely have to piss, I literally can't hold it, and he dashed off the the front. "Me too" chimed Colin, "oh fuck, I'm glad you said that" added Steve, "my eyes are floating", in total 6 guys dashed to the front and started arguing with the driver. Abby's mind was whirring, would he stop for them, there must be a services close by, oh god, a toilet would be luxury, thank god for John she thought, The driver will have to stop for us now. As she convinced herself that a toilet was imminent, she was absolutely horrified to see the doors open, and the 6 lads jump off. She watched in horror as they dashed to the hard shoulder. John was unzipping his fly as he ran, and one by one they pulled out their willies and let rip, 6 furious desperate gushers. Abby almost started to cry. How she longed to join them, but there was nowhere for a desperate girl to squat. Without thinking she pressed a hand between her legs, something she'd only ever done when absolutley frantic. She was approaching crisis point, if all the boys were weeing here did that mean they wouldn't stop at a toilet? The thought was almost too much to bear, Oh God she needed to go, she found herself actually contemplating popping a squat. There was no shame, all the boys had been, and she'd drunk just as much as them, could she ask them to stand guard. God the thought was horrifying, no, she couldn't do it, she had to wait, she hoped the other girls would need to go too, Suddenly, out of nowhere, Katerina stood up. "OH NO" she shouted "Me go too, me pee pee now, oh no, oh no" Abby watched aghast, surely not, she couln't be, girls didn't wee in public. Katerina dashed down the aisle though frantically unbuckling her belt. "I sorry, I sorry" she gasped. Sue stood up too. Katerina, get back in here at once" she commanded, but poor Katerina looked like she'd gone beyond the point of no return, she pulled down her jeans as she clambered off the bus, and immediately dropped to her haunches, letting out the most unbelievable blast of pee. Her legs were shaking as her eyes rolled back into her head. Abby looked out of the window, she could see everything. Katerina had literally no privacy, her most intimate parts on display to a busy motorway full of people. Horns started to blast, and abby could clearly see the middle aged man in the old VW beetle next to her filming on his phone, the lads from the bus all headed back, and also started to jeer her, but her stream blasted on and on. The poor girl must've been beside herself. Abby had never peed in public before. Girls just didn't do that, whatever happened she had to hold on until she was in a proper toilet. She was very very desperate now though, so there could be no pretense, she had to make the bus stop at the next available ladies room! All the boys made their way back to their seats as Katrina sheepishly boarded the coach, there was a quite obvious wet patch between her legs where she had obviously started to wet herself. She was greeted at the door by Sue, with a face like thunder. "What the fuck was that" she boomed "You can't just drop your knickers and piss in the street, you're representing the company, its an absolute disgrace. "I sorry" gasped Katarina, tears flowing down her face "I needed peepee, I no wait" "You're a 32 year old women" scalded Sue, "not a 12 year old boy, women don't just piss in public, they hold it until they reach a proper facility." "I know" said Katarina, "but I needed so bad, I no wait any more". "Its just not good enough Katarina, you will get an official warning for this" . "But, boys they pee pee" said Katarina, trying to argue; Sue shot her down "Don't you dare take that tone with me, we all know its diffierent men, women must hold. I didn't need to drop my knickers on a crowded motorway, young Abby there has managed to sit quietly without flashing herself to the world, neither of us have started to piss in their knickers, just sit down and have a long hard think about what you've just done". As Katarina sat down, Abby felt she was reaching the end of her tether. She was absolutely desperate to make the coach stop, and almost didnt care where, she was at the point where a ladies room would be a luxury, anywhere but in her pants would do. She longed to run down the coach tell Sue of her need, but she had been horrified by the way she'd reacted to poor Katerina. She had been screeched at and was facing a disciplinary, but oh god, what Abby would do to swap places with her now and have an empty bladder. Instead it felt like there was an entire reservoir between her hips, and it was all pressing against her tiny little wee hole, screaming to get out. It was only 5 minutes until the bus was on its way again, but it could have been 5 hours. Her whole world was centered between her legs, and the incredible fight her tortured young vagina was fighting. The tannoy system crackled into life again. "Traffic has cleared folks, we'll be back home in about 15 minutes" said the driver cheerily. "Christ Abs" said John, breaking her out of her internal termoil for a second, "I'll tell you what I was desperate back there, I don't know what I'd have done if the driver didn't let us off, theres no way I'd have been able to hold on another 15 minutes, I'd have had to have let go on the coach. I swear to god, I'd have pissed my pants for sure. Do you not need to go too? you drank the same as us, you were guzzling down that water earlier." Abby's mind was racing. He'd caught her on the hop, she couldn't just come out with it and tell him, however much her body was screaming at her to admit her need, to tell everyone she was more desperate than she'd been in her entire life, to make the bus stop, and to wee and wee and wee, but she had to stay professional. "erm, well, yes actually" she replied, blushing beet red, "I'm afraid I'll have to make a dash for the little girls room when we get back, I'll be OK though" her body was sending out urgent distress signals like it couldn't believe what she had said. She wouldn't be alright, hell she wasn't alright now, she was absolutely desperate. Easily as desperate as she'd ever been in her entire life, with no way of finding relief for 15 minutes, and putting on a pretense that she didn't need to go badly at all. John, now freshly relieved, wouldn't leave her alone though, "wow, you're a better person than me then, they say you girls are made of strong stuff, honestly, I thought I was going to wet myself. Oh the relief when I could let it out, God it felt amazing." Abby's bottom lip started to tremble as she fought back tears, how she longed for that feeling. "I tell you what though, what about Katerina, can you believe that, I've never seen anything like it, just knickers down, arse out, pissing away in public, the dirty bitch." "Nice bush though" chirped Colin, who'd also found relief, "I got a sneaky pic, I'll be sticking that online later on, If she's gonna get her gash out in public, shes gonna get it shown off." "she must've have been bursting" added Steve, did you see the size of the wet patch, she'd actually started to piss herself." "She probably got off on it, the dirty cow, "I've heard those foreigners are into that sort of thing", added another man. Abby could barely believe what she was hearing. What she thought were a lovely group of lads were disgusting, middle aged perverts. If they talked like that about a middle aged woman with a hairy bush, how would they react to her tender, perfectly shaved slit. There was absolutely no way she could allow them that satisfaction, she had to hold on, she just HAD to. Another 5 minutes passed by agonisingly slowly, and poor Abby was frantic now, absolutely beside herself, she was now not only as desperate as she had ever been, but also, more desperate than she had ever imagined possible, She'd been trying to press between her legs for the past few minutes, but John kept looking over. Each wave seemed to be more intense than the last and her vision was starting to blur. She had to do something to help her tiring muscles, so she tried to bring up her foot onto the chair, as she lifted her bum off the seat all of the urine seemed to pour to her entrance, a strong burning sensation spread through her abdomen, and hssssssssss, she couldn't stop it, just for a split second, a tiny spurt had escaped, she was powerless to resist, she'd actually started to wet herself. "MMMMMPPPPPPPPHHHHHH" she grunted, "OH NO", as she slammed her foot beneath her, and dropped her tender, fleshy labia down hard onto the heel. "AAAAHHHHHHH" she gasped, as her tortured private parts finally had some help, and it brought her back from the brink. Only at that point did she notice John staring. "Are you OK Abby?" he asked, "what's up?", "Oh, err, well, nothing really" she stammered as another urged pulsed over her, and she ground her frantic pussy into her heel, "Its OK" said John, perfectly aware what the issue was, "you'll make it, just hang on." At that point, her phone started to ring, she looked down to see 'Mike Calling'. It was 7:20, she was supposed to be meeting them in ten minutes, she'd completely forgotten. She was barely capable of logical thought any more. All she could think about was keeping her knickers dry. She answered the phone. "ABBY BABES, HIYA" beamed Mike, obviously delighted to talk to his friend, "WHERE ARE YOU?" "Erm, still on the bus" stammered Abby, trying to sound normal. "Still?" enquired Mike, well I hope you'e coming straight here, it ain't my birthday without you here." YES, that was it, thought Abby, Wetherspoons was this side of town, she was only 2 minutes away, if she could get dropped off there she'd be in the toilet within 3 minutes, Oh my god, she was going to make it. "yes Mike" she shouted a little too loudly, "I'll get dropped there" "OH YAY" shouted Mike, as he started to ramble, "Mike" gasped Abby, "Mike please" trying to calm him down, "there isn't a queue is there?" "What?" replied Mike, "A queue to get in" she replied, she knew it got busy on a Friday night, "Mike, theres no way I can stand in a queue" The thought of it sent a shiver through her, she'd pee her pants for sure. "Mike please, its really important, did you queue to get in." "No babe, No queue, why?" doesn't matter" she replied "see you soon". She hung up the phone with a new optimism, and scanned out of the window, they were nearly there, but she was at the back of the bus, she had to make the driver stop, it'd all happened so soon. she whipped her foot from underneath her and stood up. Her bladder protested as it was shaken and pressed, another desperate, burning urge overtook her, and she pressed her hand hard into her crotch, she started down the aisle, but after about 5 steps, she had to stop and break into a full pee dance."OH NO, OH No" she moaned as she pressed both hands into her crotch and bent double "oh god oh god oh god," she staggered down the coach, ignoring the jeers of the other passengers. "WHAT ON EARTH" shouted Sue, but as she approached the driver, literally she didn't have a second to spare. "Please stop the bus" she gasped. "Not yet love" replied the driver, "it'll only be 5 minutes." "PLEASE" she shouted, "I need to get off here" Her body was shaking as the thought of denial tormented her, "I'm meeting friends in Wetherspoons", "I can't I'm af....." the driver started to talk, as Abby's bladder pulsed again, another split second burst blasted into her knickers. "PLEASE" she sobbed, talking over him, barely stopping for air, "PLEASE STOP, I mean pleasee, erm, please" It was no good she was going to have to beg. A single tear rolled down her cheek, "Please, if you don't stop now I am going to wee myself, its coming out, please, please have mercy, i have about 30 seconds and its over, I need a wee, I need a wee, oh god please, please, just let me go to the toilet, please just stop the bus, don't make me wet myself, Arrgh, it hurts, I'm absolutely desperate, you don't understand, you have to stop the bus now" "OK, OK, for fuck's sake, girls on these trips are a fucking nightmare, just hold it for 30 seconds while I park up. "Ohmygodyes" she blurted out, "Thankyou thankyou thankyou." she was almost climbing the walls clawing at the door when he finally pulled over, with her right hand actually inside her knickers pressing as hard as she could directly onto her bursting peehole. She staggered off the coach barely aware if she was weeing or not. She was in a blind panic, her bladder screamed at her, it NEEDED to be emptied, her pussy burned and throbbed and pulsed, her legs were shaking as she tried frantically to keep control. Desperately she turned and headed towards Wetherspoons. She could barely walk, it was more of a desperate waddle, keeping her thighs pressed firmly together. She wanted so badly just to drop everything and run, but there was no way her bladder could take it. "Come on, come on," she whimpered to herself, willing herself on, she had to hold on, she had to, girls always found that bit of extra strength. "just a few more seconds, hold it, you can do it." she was willing herself on, silently praying to God, Allah, Buddah, anyone or anything, just to keep her peehole squeezed shut for just a few more seconds. She staggered round the corner and there it was, Wetherspoons, and Mike was right, there was no queue. "Oh thank fuck" she gasped, "Come on Abby" Her bladder thrashed and screamed, almost as if it knew relief was close, "please, please, please", she took her hand away from her vagina as she approached the pub, in an attempt to look normal. The loos were just inside the door, she was going to be OK she thought as she waddled through the doors, when a bouncer stepped infront of her, blocking her path. "ID please love". "WHAT! NO!" She gasped, this couldn't be happening, she was literally seconds away from pissing herself, "Oh god, no" she gasped again. "Excuse me?" asked the bouncer. "Oh shit, please" there was no pretense any more, "Please, please, please, just let me in, I have ID but I'm literally desperate for the toilet, I've been on a coach for so long and it was stuck in traffic and loads of people got to wee, but I didn't, and I'm bursting, Plleeeeeease" "That's very interesting, Love." he said very condescendingly, "But I have to insist on your ID, just doing my job, its illegal to let you in if you look under 25 and I haven't checked" Her mind raced, and her bladder screamed. "Please" she said as she pressed her hand back into her crotch, "Please" she couldn't even think straight, her legs were shaking, her need seemed to be rising as her bladder fought to void itself, her tight little vagina was clenched, but it was hurting so badly. "Look, you're not getting in without ID, so if you have ID you need to get it now, and if you don't then you need to move on. I've seen it a thousand times before love, I'm not falling for your pathetic fake pee dance" The telling off was like a punch in the gut. there was no way she could take her hands away now, her legs were shaking, her whole body was convulsing, her pussy throbbed and burned. She opened her mouth to try and talk, but instead just burst into tears. She was hysterical."pleaseI'mnotlyingpleasehelpweeIneedohgodpleasenopee" her words garbled into one, tears rolled down her cheeks, her body became more and more frantic, then, without warning, pssssssssssss, she lost it, her little peehole gave up, just for a few seconds as her pee blasted into her knickers, her eyes shot wide open as she froze in place "no no no no no no no NO!" "Oh fuck no, oh god, its coming out!", Her eyes bulged wide, staring at the man, silently begging him for mercy, tears flowed down her cheeks, she was shaking as she pressed her hand harder into her pussy. her jeans felt really wet, and her whole abdomen now ached, she couldn't take it, pssssssss, another furious blast escaped her, this time worse than before, it was a full 7 seconds of hissing, thrashing red hot girl pee flooding her knickers. the wet spot spread now, and started to run down her legs. "I can't help it she cried, please, oh fuck no, please I'm peeing myself" "Christ Dan, she's pissing her pants" said the other bouncer, he looked down and saw the wet patch spreading and spreading, "Shit, you really do need to go don't you?" asked the bouncer, "Go on love, you better run in before you make a mess" "I-I can't" she stammered, It was too late, she was frozen to the spot, the pain too intense to move, it was over, the worst pang of pain she'd ever felt shot through her most intimate parts and then she closed her eyes, it wasn't worth fighting it any more, a warmth spread accross her abdomen as piss furiously gushed into her knickers, it was forcing its way out, thrashing down her legs pouring into her shoes, she was completley out of control. The pain slowly started to subside, as what felt like litre after litre of furious, gushing, hissing, red hot pee thrashed into her knickers. She felt herself going weak at the knees as her head spun, she was mortified, absolutely devastated, she couldn't believe what had happened, but at the same time, it felt so, so good for the pain to be over, her whole body awash with sensations of pleasure, as the seering hot liquid massaged her now super horny, and very releived girlhood. On and on the flood went as she stopped fighting and just let it happen. After about a minute her stream dwindled, and she clenched herself shut again, becoming painfully aware of her surroundings. Her cheeks blushed cherry red, in a mixture of embarrassment, humiliation and arousal. "Oh my god, that dirty bitch just, like, totally pissed herself" said a voice behind her, "Can you believe it, she must've been bursting" added another, "Bursting?" questioned a third voice, "a grown woman just pissed herself, you can't be that bursting, you can always hold on if you try, she must've got off on it, what a vile creature" Tears flowed down her face, as she ran back home, humiliated beyond belief. When she got home she thought about what had happened, and although she was devastated, she was pleased she'd avoided wetting herself on the bus, as she got in the shower, she fingered herself to one of the biggest orgasms of her life.. She felt so dirty, and it felt wrong, but at the same time the relief and the warmth had felt so so good. As she calmed down, she saw a text from Mike. "Where are you babe? Are you coming?" she giggled to herself, "like you wouldn't believe, Mike, but I'll never be going to Wetherspoons again!"
  20. So this is my final video from Tenerife :) In this one I'm acting a bit. I was pretty desperate at that point though, and since our flat had two doors, I locked one of them and went out the other ;) This was the one where I had to abandon camera, shorts and pee puddle and flee inside when my elderly neighbours suddenly came out. Pretty sure they saw quite a bit, couldn't really miss it, but luckily I didn't have to talk to them ;b I hope you enjoy! tene pucblic.wmv
  21. Version 0.6

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    Disclaimer: I am not the developer of this game, only uploading it here on his behalf. You can get in contact him through the Twitter links posted in this description. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- More information and updates on the game can be found on the developer's Twitter: https://twitter.com/nomakogame or their (now defunct) tumblr: https://nomakodev.tumblr.com/ (Paraphrased) From the developer "NoMaKo is an omorashi RPG. If the term “omorashi” is alien to you, then this probably isn’t your type of game! It’s usual turn based RPG action with adventures to be had, dungeons to be travelled through, and many puzzles to solve. All while drinking to recover HP and MP and having to deal with the bladder need of the characters who are animated with progressively more desperate squirming. If this need isn’t handled, well… laundry can be done at any inn! Design is intended to not be frustrating: running is always successful, no missing, KO’d party members still receive EXP, etc! A unique feature compared to other RPGs of this type is the ability for characters to learn to push themselves further with holding. After an accident or using the toilet when beyond their limit, the character’s holding ability will permanently grow slightly! This can be seen on their status page. This demo’s playtime is estimated to be around 4-6 hours. It’s not encrypted, so if you have RPG Maker VX Ace, you may totally open the project and snoop about. I want to see more omo games, so I hope to show off how I did things so others may follow! Look through the common events and look in the scripts file and see the modification I did to the Actor script to add the omo system. Please enjoy and leave feedback if you wish! I hope you enjoy your adventure with Noelle, Maple, and Kora! Known Issues Windows 10 users, there is an issue with crashing. Among testers, consistently it was found that anyone who had the game crash occasionally at battle start up was running Windows 10. Don’t know why! So right click the game, set properties to Windows 7 compatibility and save often! Might help. FIXED IN 0.3.2. Also, sometimes desperation/wetting notices may be triggered just as you change screens, with the changing of screen interrupting it. A minor annoyance, but not really a big problem!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So in essence, NoMaKo is a newcomer to the Omorpg scene. I have played through it and, in my opinion, it is a fun, light-hearted adventure that is reminiscent of older JRPGs. Some of it's features include: -Unique battle sprites and animations for all three of the playable characters (including different desperation stages and wettings). -The ability to increase the size of each character's bladder by having them hold to their limits. -An interesting take on RPG gameplay as well as a plethora of puzzles. The RPG Maker VX Ace RTP is required to play the game. If you enjoyed it please give the creator a note, I'm sure they will appreciate it!

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  22. Hello, friends! I’m in dire need of your assistance! So, I saw this video a while back of a Latina woman in some article of red(?) clothing dancing in front of a door saying she needed to pee and asking whomever was inside to open the door. As the video went on, more women joined her at the door, one of them pregnant, all equally desperate and all echoing her pleas to be let inside to pee. Their accents were rather thick, I think Colombian, but I’m not sure. These videos below seemed to have been filmed in the same place as the one I’m after, hopefully that helps. Thanks in advance! https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5b90c08ae1f01#1 https://www.redtube.com/29273591 WARNING: Partial Nudity, this last girl is naked from the waist up! https://www.tube8.com/amateur/desperate-milf-with-eraser-tip-nipples-wets-yoga-pants-pee-desperation/58624691/
  23. Hey, nice you checked this out! Basically I am planning to do a fantasy rpg here. 2 major notes before I start: 1. The protagonist will be female. 2. I wont write about messing / needing to poop. With that being said, lets get into it.... . . Name: Pick a name. Class: Warrior ~ No access to any magical abilities but they are very strong fighters. Who needs magic when you got a sword? Special Ability: Full bladder penalty starts later than for others. Druid ~ Very nature-connected. Can transform into various animals. They know some basic healing magic. Special Ability: Shapeshifting. Mage ~ Makes use of a wide variety of spells. Bare in mind they can't do everything. Druids and Warlocks are still unique. Special Ability: Magic in general. Warlock ~ Makes use of demonic energies to cast their spells. They can summon demons and bind them to their will. Who knows what this could be used for... Special Ability: Summoning. The Stats: Every stat starts at 0. Combat Expertise: The higher, the more likely you are to win a fight. Intuition: The higher, the more likely you will find the correct answer to some situation. Bladder Capacity: The higher, the more you can hold. Skill: The higher, the better your abilities become. Which stats do you want to improve? 2 points remaining. Can also be 2 times the same stat. Throughout this game you will learn new spells, level up and increase your skills further. Depending on your class choice you might experience different races. It will most likely be an elven girl though... As a final note: This rpg takes place in the universe of Warcraft but no knowledge about the game is required. I'll keep it simple. Feel free to ask any questions.
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