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  1. 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.
  2. Reasons she couldn’t go: trapped Brittany loved the coast. The sea always calmed her even on the stormiest of days. The only daughter of an international businessman Brittany had inherited a substantial amount of money when her dad died and invested it in her beloved and treasured 8th floor apartment overlooking the sea. The view was what sold it to her, that and the long open balcony she could sit on and have panoramic views of the sun setting at night. One day she hoped to share it with someone special, but for now she made do with Snowy her Persian cat. Brittany didn’t earn a fraction of what her father had, nor her mother who had remarried and moved abroad after her father’s death, but as a fashion designer she knew many A list celebrities and socialised with a lot of people of money. Brittany knew how to look the part with exclusive well fitted clothing, high sparkling shoes and matching bag. Though her car was leased it was prestige and pristine in every way and Brittany carried herself in every way as a woman of wealth and strength. It had been another long day for Brittany as she worked from her office an hour away in the city. She travelled widely and was familiar with the fashion industry worldwide so it wasn’t unusual for her to have another long Skype meeting with contacts in Japan and Europe. She drank expensive coffee as she finalised details on the latest deal before closing down for the weekend and heading home. The weather was awful and traffic was painfully slow as Brittany listened to the radio and sipped steadily from her iced water. The hour drive turned into an awful two hours in horrendous weather as Brittany finally saw signs to her familiar coastal town. Deciding she was too tired to cook she pulled into the side of the road and ran into the local Chinese take away and waited as thunder and lighting ravaged loudly as her meal was prepared. Sitting waiting and watching the rain Brittany found herself crossing her legs and tapping her foot, thinking that she was feeling quite uncomfortable but assuming it was from the cold and dampness and the awful stormy, cold, and very wet weather. The take away was quiet and before long Brittany was running back out to her car placing the meal carefully at the footwell of the passenger seat as she drove up the hill towards her apartment block, her headlights on full and windscreen wipers on fast. She turned the engine off in her allotted reserved space and grabbed her meal and ran, wishing her designer coat had a hood and mentally reminding herself to design some practical wet weather gear soon. Usually she would be healthy and climb the 8 levels of stairs but not wanting her meal to get cold, and tired from a very long day, work, and long drive, Brittany pressed for the lift as more thunder and lightning struck. She looked forward to eating her meal as she watched the sky light up and she also, quite suddenly, realised she was also very much looking forward to using the bathroom. She swept her long wet hair back off her face as she pressed floor 8 in the lift. The doors closed and the lift moved. Brittany stood crossed legged, her hair dripping and her designer dress damp from the waist down. She crossed her legs, looking forward to a lovely long pee before enjoying her meal. Suddenly the lift shook slightly before going silent and dark as the realisation dawned on Brittany that the lift had broken and she was trapped. The small closed cubicle she stood in now lit solely by an emergency light above her Brittany moved from foot to foot as she dug in her handbag for her mobile phone. Firstly thinking she could call someone then realising she had no idea who to even call. She had no brothers or sister, or real close friends even. Her dad was dead and her mum abroad and she didn’t even know the name of any of her neighbours. As she scrolled through her contacts she suddenly noticed that there was no point calling anyone as trapped in the lift the phone had no signal anyway! Instead Brittany used the torch of the phone to shine around the closed in lift in search of the emergency buzzer or phone. There was just an emergency button so she pressed it and waited. It rang for a while then stopped. Alone, hungry, and now bursting for the toilet Brittany wasn’t sure what to do. She tried the button again and again it buzzed then stopped. The silence and closed in dark room made her feel more trapped than ever. Five minutes past and time seemed to drag in as Brittany stood against the back wall of the lift crossed legged. Her stomach rumbled with hunger and the smell of her dinner was so enticing. Brittany sat on the floor and decided to look at her meal. Incredibly the shop had put disposable cutlery in with her meal and Brittany sat eating on the floor of the lift direct from the cartons her food came in feeling herself to be most undignified and common. She’d never eaten direct from a carton ever and couldn’t recall the last time she’d ever used disposable cutlery. Still it was good to eat and drink, as she guzzled from a bottle of water in her handbag from work. As she ate and drank with her bottom on the floor and her knees raised Brittany rubbed her bladder as it ached again. She so badly needed to pee. Finishing her meal she wiped her mouth with a tissue and carefully packed the leftover containers and food into the carried bag and stood up again, pacing the lift as being upright now intensified her bladder woes. Her expensive tailored designer dress had now dried from the earlier rain as Brittany pressed against it to hold between her legs. Checking her phone she noticed her battery almost dead and still no signal so she once again pressed the emergency buzzer and was relieved to hear someone finally answer. The call handler was reassuring and comforting and aware of the fault which had been caused by a lightening strike causing a power failure. Help was on the way she was assured but unfortunately she needed to be patient despite being trapped. Brittany was far too embarrassed to mention her problem and she only hoped there was no cameras as she paced and danced about. Time passed as Brittany grew more restless, more annoyed and definitely more desperate to pee. Her foot tapped, she paced, held her bladder and grabbed between her legs constantly, all the time moaning and voicing how bursting she was. In the dim light of the confined lift Brittany found herself getting bolder the more she struggled to hold. Pulling her tights down she placed a hand directly inside her pants and massaged her vagina as she moaned in urgency. There was desperate and then there was seriously desperate and Brittany was reaching the latter fast! Tears formed in her eyes as the sudden realisation that she might not make it out dry washed through her mind. Her bladder hurt, her head spun and her pussy tingled beyond anything she had ever experienced before. Thoughts ran through her mind of being caught with a hand inside her knickers, or with a huge puddle between her legs or worse still...with her hugely expensive clothes drenched in urine. Brittany wasn’t sure which would be worse but what she did know was that she had to do something as her hand warmed with dribbles escaping as she bend over double in utter urgency to release. Hoping someone would hear Brittany cried out ‘help! Someone help! I’m peeing myself in here! Someone help! I need the toilet urgently! Someone help me! Anyone!’ Brittany jumped as a male voice called down. ‘Hello! Is there someone down there? Do you want me to call the fire brigade? There’s been a power cut. Are you ok in there?’ Delighted to hear another human Brittany pulled her hand away, pulled up her knickers and tights and called back dancing from foot to foot. ‘Yes! I’m trapped in here. Been here almost an hour. Lift company supposed to be on way but I need out of here urgently! I’m....I’m bursting for the toilet in here!’ ‘Oh dear! That isn’t good. That’s awful actually. Are you alone in there? Do you want me to call anyone?’ ‘I’m alone yes. I’m ok. Except my bladder that is. Could you call the company. Tell them it’s an emergency please.’ ‘Yes of course! Is there a number on the lift anywhere?’ Brittany squirmed violently as she called out the number to the mystery voice above, her heels tapping noisily on the lift floor. She could faintly hear the voice talking as she made out the building name, address and the fact she was trapped. With one hand grasping between her legs she paced the lift in frustration. She absolutely had to pee, and right now! ‘Someone’s on their way mam. They are aware you are there. Please just hold on.’ ‘I bloody wish I could! I don’t think I can though.’ ‘Oh gosh that is terrible. I’m sorry. All I can do is let you know I am here, if that helps at all. I once had an accident myself and it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. It can’t be helped if you really have no other choice.’ Brittany couldn’t believe she was talking to a stranger, a voice really, about her bladder agony, but desperation was overtaking her rational thoughts and she could feel and hear her own heart racing. She’d never wet herself and found it disgraceful but there was something intriguing, comforting even, from the male voice above hearing that someone else had reached the end of their tether and peed themselves. Brittany sobbed softly and moaned as another spasm took hold. ‘It hurts.’ ‘Oh mam that’s not good. Not good at all. I think you had better just do something. I don’t know what’s easier...just let go or maybe go in a corner? Oh I am so sorry mam this must be just terrible being so desperate like you are. You do sound so distressed.’ ‘I....I can’t wet myself! These clothes are....well it’s just not right is it! God I need out of here! I need a bathroom so badly!’ ‘Clothes wash mam. It could be a while before you get out yet. It’s sucks I know and I just want you to know I am here.’ Brittany cried. Strong, respectable, wealthy but none the less in a situation she couldn’t control. Her bodily needs superseding everything else. Maybe the stranger was right. Her clothes could wash. Yes she’d be embarrassed and mortified but what other choice did she have? Brittany leaned against the back of the lift as she cried out and sighed simultaneously... Her hands by her side and her body tense, warm liquid ran down her pants, tights and dress as she stepped out of her shoes as her own pee flooded the inside of her tights. She couldn’t stop though as she bend forwards and pulled her tights down as urine flowed steadily down the inside of her legs and now ran over the outside of her tights and over the top of her hideously expensive shoes. She bent her knees as more and more urine continued to pour out from between her legs until it finally steadied to a trickle before ending. Still sobbing Brittany pulled her tights off completely and rung them out onto the floor, followed by her knickers which were completely drenched. The silence of the lift broken only by the sound of liquid being squeezed out of her garments. ‘You ok down there?’ ‘Just about.’ ‘It shouldn’t be much longer mam.’ ‘It’s ok. I can wait now. I hope they have a mop though.’ ‘If not I’ll get mine. Don’t worry. I mean what else can you do when you need to go and you are trapped?’ Whoever the male voice was he definitely had a point.
  3. Being watched Cerys Alexander sat at the news desk smiling as the floor producer counted down. Her golden hair tied back and sitting perfectly, her make up glamorous but not over done and her plain pink blouse looking smart but comfortable on camera. Cerys had worked hard to get where she was today and was well admired and popular. For many she was the familiar face every night at 6pm on BBC1 though her background had been in many local channels before that. Natural, professional and calm under pressure she read the news and anchored the programme flawlessly. The schedule was all set, research completed and pre-recorded pieces all ready. Today there were no studio guests lined up, no video interviews with politicians or highly qualified advisors and just one live outside with the political correspondent outside the prime minister’s house. Cerys was due live for just 30 minutes which was perfect after having had a few mugs of coffee earlier and what with make up and set up she hadn’t even thought to go to the bathroom. Half an hour was nothing though. Anyone could hold that long without people realising. But as the producer counted down...5....4....3...2....a frantic buzz began which Cerys ignored as best as possible so she could appear on screen cool, calm and professional. As she began ‘Good evening and welcome to the news at 6 on Monday 19th July with me, Cerys Alexander. Coming up we look at the latest cabinet reshuffle with our live political correspondent Martin Forest who is outside 10 Downing Street, we report on the announcement this morning by the Bank of England that interest rates have fallen to their lowest level in 20 years and our sports correspondent gives an update on the start of the first season after Conoravirus. Stay with us as we go live right now to Martin in London for the latest...good evening Martin...there definitely appears to be a lot going on where you are...’ Whilst live footage moved temporarily over to Martin Cerys was immediately briefed on the breaking news as she spun between Martin talking live and the hive of activity in the studio. Immediately Cerys sensed something huge was happening as editors grappled with an ever changing programme schedule as suddenly the world changed before her eyes. Cerys thrived on the adrenaline, immediately forgetting her bladder and concentrating immediately on the breaking story of the sudden resignation of the prime minister. She watched Martin, listening intently as he spoke live from the Prime Minster’s residence as cameras flashed and the front door opened. This was the sort of thing she was trained for and could be the making of her own career, ironically as the head of the country ended his. Ten minutes later and still she was live to Martin as they beamed the live speech of the Prime Minister across the nation and world. Rating were soaring and the schedule was ditched as Cerys heard the producer say through her ear piece that Cerys was to keep anchoring live for as long as necessary. Off camera a floor runner placed a large glass of water on her table and Cerys sipped at it while Martin spoke. If she was going to be live on air for quite some time she couldn’t have a dry mouth! Half an hour passed and Cerys continued to hold the fort as the impact of the announcement filtered through to every reporter imaginable and every country. It was the dream of newsreaders around the world to be the one in her position and she intended to showcase her skills and professionalism as much as possible whilst not in any way detracting from the story at hand. She should have been off camera ten minutes ago but right now there was no end to how long she would be here without a break. Immediately more correspondents in the studio had make up rushed on and Cerys was told Fergus would join her at the table. Fergus, an older, traditional gent who had never worked for any other channel but the BBC, loved his own opinion and Cerys had constant voices in her ear telling her to stop him talking, switch back to Martin and read out from the teleprompter which was being professionally updated from the control room. ‘For anyone just joining us here on BBC1 this is a live extended news bulletin and I am Cerys Alexander with breaking news that the Prime Minister, Boris Johnston has tonight resigned with immediate effect on the day his cabinet was reshuffled. In his live statement he said earlier that his position was no longer tenable after three cabinet ministers resigned within half an hour over negotiations around Brexit. He stated he will leave number 11 Downing Street where he resides with his partner and young son this evening and Dominic Raab will be the new Prime Minister until a full leadership contest is complete. Here is Robert Fleming with more details...’ Cerys took a deep breath as her teleprompter undated continually. She sipped some more water and shuffled on her seat quite aware she would really benefit from a break to visit the bathroom but absolutely aware this couldn’t happen. She crossed her ankles under the table and continued on as a live TV screen showing what viewers at home saw had a continuous chyron across the bottom of the screen updating viewers with the breaking news story and alerting them to the changed schedule. Cerys clenched her muscles tight wishing she’d thought to use the toilet hours ago when she first felt a tingle. Now she couldn’t go as she was being watched live by millions worldwide yet her bladder hadn’t got the memo and was pressing for relief. Shifting on her seat again she slipped a hand under the table as Fergus checked his laptop, presumably to get some more facts to talk about as soon as he was allowed. Checking no-one was watching Cerys pressed between the legs of her smart grey trousers as the urge to get off set and use the toilet became stronger and stronger. Suddenly the cameras were back on her as a live interview was set up via video with a well known political journalist. On the surface Cerys was cool, smart, calm and asking all the right questions, meanwhile beneath the table her thighs rubbed together and her legs tensed as Cerys fought strongly against her own bladder which was full to bursting. She’d been live for 50 minutes and it was taking its toll on her body. A voice through her earpiece said there were 10 minutes remaining and Cerys willed her muscles to hold on til then. As the journalist answered another leading question Cerys pressed her bottom tight against the back of the firm seat and leaned a little forwards, her body almost cramping in its need for release. She tapped her foot and squeezed every muscle available as Fergus rudely interrupted the journalist and tried to correct him. The camera turned to Fergus and Cerys slipped a hand between her legs quickly as she felt a dribble in her underwear. It was an honour and privilege to be the live anchor on the biggest UK TV channel during a breaking news story but Cerys was getting worried as her bladder pulled steadily and her urethra drummed harshly between her legs. The constant tingling was distracting but leaving the seat could cost her her career. She shuffled yet again, getting less and less confident of her ability to hold on. Cerys was getting a barrage of noise in her ear as the producer prompted her to take charge but as she did so she mispronounced a key name as her body sweat in the effort not to pee. Turning red she quickly corrected herself and apologised live as the camera focussed on her face whilst beneath the table, between her legs, her crotch continued to dampen. Cerys knew she was in danger as a time check in her ear told her she had five more minutes live. If she could just hold her bladder that bit longer. Reminding the viewers once again of the breaking news story Cerys tried to stay composed and relaxed despite the war between her legs. Time was getting nearer as she drew the extended news bulletin to a slow close reminding the public who was now in charge of the country and listing all the key government members who had resigned too. Meanwhile Cerys resigned herself to the fact she wasn’t going to make it as a long steady flow of urine ran down the inside of her smart grey trousers. Continuing to close off her bladder gave up completely as Cerys smiled and read her teleprompter as if nothing was happening. The theme tune of the news rang out as Fergus launched into a monologue of how he’d seen this coming but no one had listened and how he hadn’t been given long enough to talk. The producer thankfully intervened, coming over towards Cerys and congratulating her on a great live performance. ‘You held it together so professionally Cerys. That was tense, tiring, thrilling and I bet you need a coffee now...I know I do! The 24 news crew will be all over this one tonight. Well done girl! You did us proud!’ Cerys blushed. She waited until he left and, with Fergus still at the desk on his laptop and the camera crew talking among themselves, she stood up feeling her trousers clinging to her legs and knowing immediately that her wetting would be obvious she pretended nothing was amiss as she confidently walked off set and to the ladies where she somehow managed to pee more again before using the hand dryer to dry her trousers and finishing her shift. A night which defined her career would be remembered by many for the political embarrassments but for Cerys it would always be her own embarrassment that would define the moment. Unfortunately there’s not much even a professional young career woman can do when she can’t pee due to being watched. There really is only so long a bladder can wait, even live on TV.
  4. It had been a long day at University for Katie Miles, the young and she 19 with elegant dyed blue hair and grey blue eyes, she'd been wearing her favourite t shirt which had a dragon roaring by her stomach with a brand new pair of skinny jeans which was a gift from her girlfriend/roommate there was a red rose by the right pocket, along with that she wore a strapless bra cotton briefs with trainers. Katie had been sat in class with a rather full bladder praying for the bell to ring so she could go home and pee into a clean toilet while holding her bladder in a way that wouldn't draw attention to herself, with her legs squeezing themselves together she almost jumped for joy when she heard the bell. "Alright Class that is it for the day remember your assignments are due in next week so please make sure....." Katie started to drown her professor out she had to pee badly and no one was going to stop her from getting to a clean bathroom as she grabs her things and rushes towards her car that was parked in the designated student's car park. She grabs her keys from her bag and gets into her car before heading off home with a hand on her crotch, however with only 10 minutes left on the trip the car in front of her slowed down to a grinding halt. Katie was stuck in her car with no way to relieve herself, she sticks both her hands down her jeans to prevent any pee from escaping and kept her legs as together as she could, yet the traffic wasn't moving what could be the cause? After 5 minutes the traffic began to move at a snails pace Katie had to remove her hands to her bladder's dismay and crawl along behind the car in front, then after a few yards the car in front stopped again this time in front of road work traffic lights. *Oh come on...I gotta pee....* she thinks to herself as she sticks her hands back down her jeans unfortunately she could feel control slipping away as she tries with all her might to not let go of her bladder, she squeezes her eyes shut as the last of her control slips. Katie's eyes widen as she suddenly feels her warm pee escape her womanhood and the sudden feeling of relief as hour of desperation and pressure in her abdomen suddenly and quickly faded away being replaced with the warm feeling running down her thighs and up her ass only for the seat she was sitting on to do it's best to soak up her pee, she was lost in her own world for a moment before the light turned green and she began to drive while peeing. It was the weirdest yet most relieving feeling ever. "No wonder Ellie loves this." she sighs to herself as her stream began to weaken leaving the cooling feeling of her wet jeans and soaked car seat. Soon Katie pulled up to her house and let herself in seeing Ellie on the sofa her hands on her crotch, she see's Katie and the wet patch on her jeans. "My what happened to you?" she asks with interest. "I just discovered how amazing it feels to piss yourself Ellie." Katie replies as she gets escorted upstairs for some fun time with her girlfriend.
  5. Holding her own (Rising of the shield hero) This story is set in the Rising of the shield hero anime, somewhere between wave 1 and 2. Im not that familiar with the show so I apologise if any of the details are wrong. Commission for: daveshuyi Raphtalia stirred in her sleeping bag, a gentle tapping noise drifting through the haze of her mind. Yawning she outstretched her arms, the mornings light just starting to pass the horizon and into their camp. Rubbing her eyes the demi-Human sat up, noticing a dim light still burning in Naofumi’s tent. Standing quietly she slowly walked towards it, avoiding the snoring Filolial who was still sat in her bird form next to the wagon she had been pulling. “Naofumi?” She asked, moving aside one of the flaps of the tent. “Sorry. Did I wake you Raphtalaia” He asked, not turning around. “No” She lied, not wanting him to feel sorry for her. “What are you doing?” She asked, walking up behind him and peering over his shoulder. “Im making the scraps of metals and raw gems they had left over into something we can sell.” He said, hammering the green gem in between two pieces of metal. “So you like our gift then?” She said, a wide smile on her face. She was happy the small hammer she had gotten him a few weeks earlier was of some use to him. “Yes, you and Filo chose a good tool. I can use this to make better gems worth more money.” The Hero said, leaning over and picking up the bright Gem. “Ooh its so pretty” Came a high-pitched voice as Filo flung the tent open. The small winged girl climbing over Raphtalia and grabbing the stone from Naofumi. The half raccoon frowning as a hand pressed against her face, forcing her away from Naofumi. “Hey” He said, gently taking the stone from her small hands. “This isn’t something to play with, we need to sell these in the next town and get some more supplies” He said, his other hand patting the blonde-haired girl who seemed to almost coo. “Humph” Raphtalia crossed her arms, sulking slightly at the attention her friend was getting. “Shouldn’t you be asleep?” she said crossly. “Yes you should” Naofumi replied, his agreement making Raphtalia happy again. Maybe she could get some time with just the two of them, like when they first started their journey together. “You both need your sleep” He said, causing both of them to pout. “We have a long trip to the capital, we don’t want any unnecessary stops if you get tired, our goods may spoil.” “Ok Naofumi Sama” Raphtalia said reluctantly, grabbing Filo by the back of her dress and pulling her out of the tent as she fought to remain with him. Laying back in her sleeping bag Raphtalia turned over to face his tent. Fondly watching the silhouette of Naofumi as he continued to work the gems into a profitable form. Part of her hated how much he was working, but she also knew that they needed to money. With the next wave only weeks away they had levelled up quite a lot, but it had been a while since they had upgraded their gear. If getting to the next town quickly would help him get what he needed, then it would mean they were better prepared and could save more people. The last wave had been difficult and the further they got the harder the enemies seemed to become. Without the new gear she feared what might happen to the people where the breach came through, or worse what might happen to Naofumi. Despite the anxiety about what might happen, she still managed to fall into a deep slumber. The previous day of travel clearly tiring her out more than she thought. “Raphtalia chan” A voice called out, something prodding her in the forehead. Swiping at it she opened her eyes to see Filo an inch from her face holding a stick. It was morning! She had over slept. “Morning” Naofumi greeted her, loading his tools and goods back into the cart. “Im sorry, I overslept.” She said, trying to quickly get out of her sleeping bag and tripping. Landing uncomfortably on the floor she rolled over, watching as Naofumi continued to load the cart without even looking over. “You didn’t oversleep. But we should start our journey soon.” He said calmly “Time to pull the Cart!” Filo said excitedly, exploding into a shower of feathers as she took her bird form again. “There is some breakfast if you want some?” He said, pointing over to the small tree stump they had been using as a table. “Thank you Naofumi Sama” Raphtalia said, getting up slowly this time, brushing the dirt from her clothes. Grabbing the plate of food and glass of water she downed them quickly, ready to get on the road. Helping load the last of the supplies and setting off she was looking forward to making it back to the capital by tonight. She didn’t mind camping outside, but she had quickly grown accustom to sleeping in a real bed and eating real food. Sitting at the reigns helped Raphtalia with her travel sickness, but as the morning wore on it was something else that was making her uncomfortable. Having woken up late and rushed to get on the cart, she had forgotten to find a bush to relieve herself. Now as the cart bumped down the road she found herself shuffling slightly on the front bench. Looking over her shoulder she looked at Naofumi, currently asleep in the back of the wagon. Having stayed up all night to make goods, he must have fallen asleep and trusted her to do a good job of driving. Turning back around she looked down the road, a new look of determination on her face as she gripped the reins tighter in her hands. She wouldn’t let him down, especially for something like relieving herself. She wasn’t a kid any more she reminded herself. Continuing down the road she tried to focus on the job at hand, in part to distract her from her need to pee. They had helped a town out against a group of monsters a couple of days ago, but the only payment the poor people could make was with fresh vegetables they had just harvested. Now three days later she could already tell they were starting to turn. Naofumi had used his shield magic to help preserve them, but the slight wrinkles in the skin of the fruit was a sure sign they needed to make good time back to the Capital. Soon the sun had risen into the centre of the sky, the morning coolness giving way to the clammy heat of the mid-day. During the last couple of hours her need had gone from a slight niggling sensation to a need she was struggling to ignore. Thankfully as she steered the carriage down the road she heard her friend stirring behind her, he was awake and maybe that meant he might need to stop too. “You look a little stressed. I thought sitting up here helped with your travel sickness.” Naofumi said, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Im ok” she partly lied. It was true her travel sickness was much better, but that wasn’t what was making her sit so rigidly. “Are you sure?” He asked again. “Yes” She said, trying to smile but feeling her cheeks start to burn as he joined her at the front. Pressing her legs together she tried her best not to fidget with him being so close to her now. “I think we are coming up to a checkpoint” she pointed out, hoping to change the topic of conversation. Pulling out the Golden trade medallion they quickly passed through, these guards clearly recognising the seal and letting them go without paying the customary toll. They were not always so lucky; some areas were so poor they had no choice but to stop everyone. Naofumi hated when they did it, but she couldn’t help but feel sorry for the unlucky souls that had seen their lives destroyed by the catastrophe or worse, the other heroes. A few miles later as they came around the bend between a pair of high cliff-sides Raphtalia spotted something, it seemed as if someone was lying in the road. “Master, there is someone on the road” Filo said, taking note of the same thing as she pulled the carriage along. “Naofumi poked his head out of the enclosed back, looking around he was clearly thinking about something as his eyes narrowed. “Looks like a trap, we should go around.” He said. “But what if they need help?” Raphtalia interjected, it was clear the man lying there was injured. “I think they want us to get close, I’m sure they are fine and more are hiding up there” He said, pointing to the tall cliff sides. It an ambush”. He said as calmly as if he was talking about the weather. “But what if its not” She continued, as much as he pretended to be jaded to helping people, she knew he wanted to do the right thing. Sometimes he just needed a bit of help to be unwillingly forced into it. “Fine, but lets take it slow and I want you to both be ready to defend the wagon” He said reluctantly, taking off the outer coat he was wearing and getting himself ready for combat. Approaching the man lying in the road it became even more obvious it was a trap, but it was a trap that was already sprung. Arrows lay around the injured man, clearly fired by someone on the tops of the hills. A few empty and broken boxes strewn around, whoever had carried this out had hastily looted and run. “Help me, please” The man on the ground croaked, raising an arm to them as the approached. Jumping off the cart Raphtalia winced slightly, feeling the heavy impact shake the contents of her bladder. In the moment she had completely forgotten about it, her need to pee disappearing at the threat of combat. Pressing her thighs together for a moment she continued forwards, helping the old man to his feet. “Thank you dear.” he said, mustering a crooked smile. “What happened here?” Naofumi asked sternly, clearly still not believing this wasn’t a trick of some kind. “Bandits” The white haired man said, a crazy wide eyed look on his face. “Five of them, they jumped me and my wagon and stole all my belongings” “Its an obvious ambush point” Naofumi said, pointing to the tall cliffs once again. “Ambush point, this use to be a nice area. That was until the lord was killed in the last wave and now everyone is out for themselves!” “Well it’s a shame old man but this is the world you live in. Come on Raphtalia, he looks fine” The shield hero added before starting to climb back on the cart. “But, we cant just leave him here” She said, feeling sorry for the sweet old man. They were in the middle of nowhere and hours away from the nearest town. She worried about what might happen to him if he didn’t get somewhere by nightfall. “We didn’t steal his wagon, we don’t owe him anything, If he was ok coming through this area on his own then im sure he will be fine getting to the capital.” “Please” she said, putting her hands together and doing her best to pull on Naofumi’s rigid heart strings, happy to see him sigh deeply as he gave in to her. “We are going to the capital, if you would like to buy passage with us. That is If you have anything that might be worth anything left?” He said, never one to give anything away for free. “Im sorry young sir they took everything!” The old man said sadly. “Well then I guess you will have to walk.” Naofumi responded coldly. “Wait, please” The old man said, taking a few steps towards the wagon. “I was transporting lots of valuable goods, if you help me get them back I will gladly share them with you. They also took several items of immense sentimental value which I would like to get. The rest is yours” Thinking for a moment it was clear that the mans words has piqued Naofumi’s interest. “Ok, fine. We help you get your wagon back and your personal items, but your goods are ours.” “Thank you adventurer” the man said, bowing slightly. “Ok climb aboard” “Oh, im sorry you will never catch them on this. They were riding dragon lizards, even your impressive friend here wouldn’t be able to keep up pulling this thing.” The old man said, Filo chirping happily at being called impressive. “Is this a trick?” Naofumi asked, jumping from the carriage again. “Excuse me?” The old man asked, confused by his sudden hostile response. “You want us to leave our wagon here while we go and look for your’s that im still not sure exists.” “Oh I can see why you might think that is suspicious, but I am telling the truth.” The old man pleased. Looking down at the path Raphtalia could see the lines in the dirt of a heavily laden cart, accompanied by a number of lizard footprints. “Look” she said pointing. “He is telling the truth.” Couching down her companion rubbed his hands into the tracks, attempting to tell how old they were. But happy that this was no longer a trap he stood up, convinced by the mans story. “Ok,but im not leaving my wagon here unguarded. Raphtalia, Ill take Filo on after the bandits. You stay here and guard our goods.” “But…” “Im trusting you to look after everything...im still not happy with this.” He is trusting me! Her heart skipped a beat, she was going to interrupt and plead to go with him. But now she knew how important her job was, she was happy he felt comfortable enough to leave her on her own with such an important task! “You can count on me” she added, trying to act professional rather than bursting with happiness. “Get on” Naofumi said to the old man, offering a hand from atop Filo who was raring to go. She hated Lizards! As soon as he was on she raced off, her large feet leaving a cloud of dust and dirt in the air. As she watched the dust cloud race down the road at top speed, Raphtalia stood in the silence of the road. The only sound the wind rushing through the trees nearby, she couldn’t even hear any birds or animals from here. Climbing on the carriage she sat at the now empty reigns, her legs starting to shuffle again as the silent and empty road gave her no way of distracting herself. The need to relieve her bladder returning in full force. Gripping the sides of her skirt she started to wiggle, each second that was passing making her wonder about finding a bush. Maybe I can go and It will be fine, Raphtaliia thought to herself. There was no one around she could just go and be back in just a few moments. But just as she started to stand Naofumi’s words returned to her “Im trusting you”. Sitting back down with a humph she knew she couldn’t let him down. What if something happened when she was relieving herself, would he ever trust her again. He had only helped that man because of her, if she messed this up then it would all be her fault. Oh god, why did she have to suggest this, she thought, throwing her head between her hands. He would be back soon, the bandit’s couldn’t have gone far…could they? But as the sun moved across the sky she began to worry, the forming clouds in the sky mirroring her discomfort. It had taken them far longer than she had thought it would to get back and now her need to pee was making her unable to sit still. Moving her tightly pressed legs to the left and the right she whined slightly to herself, watching the horizon for any signs of movement that might be Naofumi returning. There she sat, watching the road intently for what felt like hours to her. The sensation between her legs getting more intense as each moment passed. Just a little bit longer she told herself, he was trusting her she repeated. Crossing her legs part of her thought about rushing to a bush, there were none nearby but maybe she could use the wagon to cover herself? The image of Naofumi returning to find her squatting behind his wagon racing into her mind and making her face turn bright red. No, she couldn’t do that. Maybe there was somewhere else? Standing she felt the weight of her pee shift inside her bladder, groaning slightly she put a hand on her abdomen and after a few seconds it seemed to settle down again. Climbing carefully from the wagon she began to pace around. The constant walking helping her hold it, but revealing there was no where to pee. The canyon they had parked in was sparse of any cover, she guessed that’s why it was such a perfect ambush point. Pausing to look at a broken box she felt her bladder pang, the discomfort inside her rising rapidly. She had delayed her morning pee too long and now she knew she didn’t have long before her body would take things into its own hands. She had been made to wait many times in the past, but this was different. Putting and hand between her legs she blushed deeply again, it was so un-lady like but at this point it was necessary. Starting to walk around the area again she could feel its impact lessening. Her bladder was starting to pulse, whining to herself she wished Naofumi would hurry up and return so she could relieve herself. Having found nowhere to cover herself she sat back on board the cart, her legs wiggling wildly as she started to worry If he didn’t return soon she didn’t know what she would do. Hitting her bare thigh with her right hand she felt the pain radiate out and distract her for a moment, but that wasn’t going to work. She couldn’t just keep hitting herself. “Oooooh” she whined again. Ok that was it, she couldn’t wait any longer, hastily climbing off the wagon just moments after getting on, she ran around behind it and tried to cover herself as best as possible. Hastily she fumbled with her clothing, feeling the faintest of leaks escaping and making her squeak loudly. But finally after a few moments she managed to pull down her armour and underclothes, her face burning red as she relieved herself at the side of the road. An undignified end to her struggle, but she relished in the relief she was feeling as her stream hit the dirt road beneath her. After a few seconds her large ears twitched, picking up the sound of heavy footsteps, Naofumi was back! Her heart skipped a beat as she clenched to stop the flow. She couldn’t let him find her like this, he would surely think less of her because of it. How could he ever love her if she did things like this when she was supposed to be watching the wagon. Somehow she managed to stem the flow, her muscles burning as she quickly redressed but the momentary pee making her need so much worse. “Naofumi! She said, trying to act casual and walking out from behind the cart. Her bladder throbbing deeply inside her. But as she rounded the corner she saw what had approached, it was just a par of wild Filolials coming up the road. But even as she realised that, it was too late. Her muscles gave way and a burst of urine flowed out of her, rushing through her leather greaves and over her boots. “Ohhhh” she whimpered loudly, tensing her thighs as she tried to desperately fight for control. But she just couldn't hold it a moment longer, tears starting to roll down her cheeks as she started to wet herself. She had waited too long, how could this happen to her, why hadn't she just gone earlier. As she continued to feel the wetness spiral down her slender legs she sobbed, truly embarrassed by what was happening. This was no way for a party member of the shield hero to behave she thought to herself. Her urine still rushing out of her and splattering noisily onto the ground next to the Wagon, a sizeable puddle forming and darkening the ground around where she stood. Her hands shot up to her bright red face, even the audience of the two birds was too much for her. But then she heard it, another set of fast approaching heavy footsteps. “Oh no” she said again, her eyes wide as she spotted the cart being pulled by Filo approaching fast. They were returning! Finally her stream died down, but there was no way she could hide her accident, Naofumi would know what had happened! Suddenly a crack of thunder sounded overhead as the heavens opened. A heavy downpour of rain instantly saturating her clothing and the ground around her, the evidence of her accident washed away. She had been saved! Even if her cheeks were still red and the embarrassment unbearable, Naofumi and Filo would never have to know what just happened. --------------------------------------------------- I hope you enjoyed that story, as I said i've not seen much of the Anime so much of this is based on the first 10 episodes. Hopefully I managed to do the characters justice, all feedback is welcome! Also. No idea why the font changes after the first paragraph.
  6. The Customers come first Commission from holdinginpee . Almost running down the street Michelle was cursing her broken Alarm, checking her watch she was only a couple of minutes late this time. Although as she felt her phone buzz in her pocket once again and going off the texts she hadn’t opened from her boss, she probably wasn’t going to be a good mood today. Rounding the corner of the building she slowed to a brisk walk, not wanting it to be too obvious how late she was. Looking around she could only see one other person, a blonde girl who seemed to be nervously waiting at the bust stop. The city centre unusually quiet this morning, but the sounds of not so distant road works still made it feel like normal. “You’re late” A shout rang out as Michelle pushed open the large mirrored doors. “Sorry, there was some construction or something. The bus was stuck in traffic.” She mumbled slightly, knowing it wouldn’t probably help. “No Excuses Michelle, team meeting in the staff room now!” “Can I just….” “No, everyone is waiting” Her boss said sternly. Walking in Michelle could see she was the last one to arrive, the others already disrobed and standing around naked. It was still odd to witness even after 8 months of working at Al Demur’s. She hadn’t even known this place existed until her friend Sophie had told her about it. The adult only establishment that was clearly a Hooters clone, just with less clothing. The exclusively female staff came in all shapes, sizes and skin tones and was known for waiting on the customers in the nude, it could be a little demeaning at times but the pay was just too good to turn down. “Hey Michelle” A voice greeted her. Turning around Michelle could see Ellie struggling to fasten the small apron around her back. The thin and clearly too small to be functional design not hiding anything, but apparently it cleared the food hygiene regulations. In some ways she felt a little Jealous of the three of four girls that got to wear them, although from her understanding the pay wasn’t as good. “What’s up with Sandra?” Michelle asked her friend, walking behind her to help tie the thin strip of fabric behind her back. “Thanks. No idea, just know she called this emergency meeting this morning. Didn’t you get your text’s from her?” The shorter girl asking. “I…uh, may have ignored them. I thought she was just going to be complaining about me being late again.” Michelle responded, finishing tying up the bow for her friend. “Yeah well she probably was. you really should be more careful with that. You know how strict she can be, its just a good job you bring in a lot of tips.” Ellie said as Michelle started to strip out of her clothes for her shift. Her dark skin, long shinning hair and toned athletes’ body being revealed slowly. When she had gotten accepted into university she had never thought she would end up working somewhere like this, but at least her hard work on the track was paying for it in more than one way. “Can I have your attention please girls” their boss Sandra shouted unnecessarily loudly for the small room they were in, the group of a dozen or so women turning to look at her. “So I have some bad news, there is a burst water main on the High-street and while repairs are ongoing, we do not have any water since the whole area has been turned off.” A series of murmurs went through the crowd, how could they open without water to offer customers, or clean anything. “Now, luckily I managed to get a large supply of water from the Wholesaler this morning which has just been delivered. So we have plenty to offer guests should they need it and for you guys as well. Also, as some of you will know the system for our washing stations run off its own water supply, it should contain enough to last the day but please take care not to waste any.” She said, her eyes scanning the group, staring intently at each of them. “Unfortunately, this lack of water does affect our toilets and coffee machine, but I don’t think we should have a problem. We have instant coffee that we can serve by filling the hot water machine manually with bottled water.” “What about the toilets, where do we go?” A voice asked nervously. Michelle recognised that voice as her friend Sophie, she didn’t know she was working this shift. Maybe she had switched with someone, something she might regret doing if the toilets were out. She was well known for being a frequent peer, the short black haired woman seemingly cursed with a small bladder. Normally it wouldn’t be too much of an issue, Michelle had many times covered for her tattooed friend as she dashed to the ladies room. But she had a feeling today wouldn’t be that easy. “I was getting to that” Sandra said, a displeased look on her face from being interrupted. “Now im afraid, there are no facilities available to use here, and all the other businesses around us are also closed for the day. So you are just going to have to hold it.” “For the whole day?” Sophie asked nervously. “Yes. And on that note, the customers. Since we are an establishment that has a liquor licence we must legally offer our patrons the use of facilities or be shut down. As such, I also spent the morning acquiring these to help in that matter” Sandra said, holding up a number of clear plastic tubes. “These are Catheters…” “You can’t be serious” Michelle couldn’t help but blurt out at the absurdity of what her boss was suggesting. “I am very much serious Michelle. You all know how much we have been struggling to draw in customers these days, this is the perfect chance to do just that. With all of the others establishments closed we are sure to pick up any stragglers and im sure once they experience our wonderful hospitality they will be back.” “So, we aren’t able to pee ourselves and you want us to let the customers relieve themselves in us?” Another of the waitresses asked in a similarly shocked tone. “Exactly” Sandra said, clearly not picking up on the disbelief of the previous statement. “You can’t be serious” Sophie said, repeating Michelle’s earlier sentiment. “Look, I know this is a little unusual. But I really think this will be good for us, and to that end and as a show of good faith I am offering triple overtime to you all.” A number of the women exchanged glances with that last comment, that was a lot of money for one days work. Their already generous pay check becoming absurdly large with that bonus, they could be making what someone on a minimum wage made in a month, just by holding their pee for 10 hours. They could do that right, it wouldn’t be too bad? At that moment their worry an inhibitions about such a strange things were almost instantly overcome by thoughts of new cars or holidays. “Well I’m in.” a voice interrupted their day dreams, it was Lola. The petite brunette picking up her notepad and seemingly getting ready for the day, unaffected by the odd bathroom measures. But it was no surprise to any of them that she would be the most comfortable with this, despite her tiny stature she never seemed to need to pee while guzzling down bottle after bottle of water. Michelle had found herself gagging for a bathroom break on only her second day of work, it was Lola that had covered for her at the time. Quickly refusing when she offered to repay the favour, even claiming that she only ever used the toilet at her home. A claim that Michelle had doubted at the time but she hadn’t been proven wrong yet, although she was sure today would test that. “One last thing, if any of you dare to pee yourselves or someone at the table you are working does It’ll be coming out of your wages, and you can kiss the overtime goodbye too.” Sandra finished, obviously pleased as a couple of worried glasses were exchanged between the waitresses. But with the first person agreeing, it seemed the others felt more assured and quickly followed suit. All but Michelle and Sophie had now left to get back to work. “Are you…are you going to do this too?” Sophie asked nervously. “Yeah, I mean with my college fees this could really help.” “Yeah, Im behind on my rent, I just…I don’t know if I will be able to last the full day without peeing.” Sophie said, blushing deeply. It was no secret she peed frequently, but it was still embarrassing to admit as much. “Look, if it gets too much im sure we can find some way of helping. I mean we can all share it out between us right?.” Michelle responded, although she herself wasn’t too keen on the idea of holding her pee all day. She considered herself to have a pretty large bladder but she couldn’t imagine what it was going to be like later. “Ok. Thanks Michelle.” Walking back out into the main room she could see Sandra unlocking the main doors. The young blonde woman she noticed earlier still stood outside, looking towards to road as an older gentleman walking into the place past her. “You alright Rob, you want the regular?” Michelle asked. “Yes please darlin, two…” “Two sugars, dash of milk and a slice of Apple pie with no cream” She finished his order, smiling at the familiarity. Chuckling slightly he grabbed a stool at the counter, “Look, by the time you get to my age you know what you like” “You ok with instant coffee, machine’s out today?” “Oh yeah, its all the same to me. But if you need someone to come have a look at it, I can call my son and ask him to have a look?” “Ah, no it’s the water main in the street. Machine is fine.” Michelle said smiling again, Rob was definitely her favourite customer. Never ogling her or the others or making comments, he just seemed to act as if it was a regular café, not one filled with beautiful naked women. She had asked him about it once, but he just made some joke about giving his heart a work out to make sure it keeps ticking. “Here you go” Michelle said, sitting down the slightly larger than average slice of pie and the steaming cup of coffee. Hearing the bell above the door ding she looked up to see the young blonde girl walking in, choosing a booth near the large windows facing the road. Looking around Michelle could see a number of other waitresses standing around nervously. Clearly the ultimatum of losing the overtime was making them nervous about accepting tables this early in the day. Sighing deeply she could see how today would go, but she grabbed her notebook and made her way over. “Hi, can I get you anything?” “Oh…um no im ok thanks” “Sure thing, Im sorry to ask this but do you have any id? This place is 18+ only” “Oh…uh yeah, here you go” she said, handing over a student id. “Thank you, sorry about that” “Its no prob..” “Why hello there beautiful” Came a snide remark from another patron sliding into the booth opposite the young woman. “I love this place” he added, giving Michelle a once over with his eyes and raising them suggestively. “Excuse me I think this booth is taken” She started, Michelle instantly recognising the customer. He had been in and almost banned a number of times, but he seemed to just think it was part of their game. Just the thought of him trying to schmooze or flirt with the young woman made her skin crawl. If she had any, she was sure the hairs on her arms would have stood up. “No…its ok.” The blonde-haired woman responded to Michelle’s surprise. It seemed that somehow the two of them knew each other. “You heard her, now get us a couple of beers would you love” He said, despite it being 9am. “Sure thing” Creep, she added in her head walking away. Without looking Michelle knew the man would be staring at her ass, what she wouldn’t give to ram something preferably large up his smarmy backside. Over the next couple of hours, it seemed Sandra had been right about the other closures being bad for business. The typical handful of patrons had turned into a couple of dozen, although thankfully very few stayed for long which was making the other waitresses more relaxed about the whole thing. Michelle had been keeping an eye on the table near the window, serving a number of beers to the pair as they sat talking. Whatever was happening the man clearly wasn’t happy about it, the blonde now sitting rigidly with her back up against the booth. Watching she saw him reach out and grab the woman’s hand that was resting on the table, only for her to pull it away and shift in her seat. “Ok that’s it” she said to Lola, currently stood next to her and totalling a bill for one of her own tables. Walking over quickly Michelle was tempted to just throw him out. Although she cursed the fact he hadn’t technically done anything against the rules, she was sure the place could do without his business today. “Is this man bothering you?” She asked, interrupting the pair. “Excuse me!” he shouted loudly, turning to look at Michelle and for the first time her face. “I can make him leave if he is” She added, looking him dead in the eyes and wishing he would give her an excuse. “No….its….he’s my dad” the young woman stammered. Now it was making sense, although why anyone would let this guy near them was another thing she couldn’t help but wonder. “Oh ok…im sorry, its just it looked like he wa….” “What the actual fuck is happening over there?” The man shouted loudly, his gaze going past her. Following his eyes a couple of booths over she was surprised to see Lola hooked up to a rather red faced and squirming woman. She was clearly needing to pee pretty badly, but after a moment the customers face became more relaxed as a clear liquid rushed through the plastic tubing connecting her to Lola. On the other side a slight look of discomfort was clear on Lola, a strange gaze frozen on her face for several seconds. “What kind of freak show are you running here today?” The man at her booth shouted at her. “I….The toilets are out of order for today due to a burst water main. So to comply with state regulations and stay open we still need to offer our patrons somewhere to…relieve themselves.” “So that woman is pissing into your friend?” He said exasperated, his eyes now glued to the nake woman being filled a few booths over. “To put it crudely, yes” Michelle responded, she was going to have to get better at explain this. “Wait…” he said, a wicked smile across his face. “So you are telling me that if I want to relieve myself, I get the privilege of having one of you beauties handling my…” He stopped, nodding downwards to his genitals. “Yes you do, but I feel I should remind you that sexual harassment is not tolerated here” “Hey im happy with any harassment you might want to do…sexually” he interrupted. “and also, you are currently talking to someone who would have the privilege of inserting something inside it” She continued, hoping to put him off. But juging by the look on his face that wasn’t happening. “How do you know im not into that” He smiled. “Pervert” She couldn’t help it, it had just come out that time. “Excuse me im a customer, you cant talk to me like that!” “Sorry, if you would like me to get one I can have a go, but I must say im a bit of a klutz” Michelle said now revelling in the look of realisation crossing the mans face. The clear picture of what she might accidentally do to him coming to mind. “On second thought, I think I don’t need to go after all” He said, adjusting himself in his seat. “Good choice” Michelle added, walking away. It wasn’t totally true, the way the catheters were set up she wouldn’t need to insert anything. But he didn’t need to know that. “Excuse me can I get the bill please” A man asked as she walked back to the desk. “Yes, no problem.” Michelle replied, cleaning her mind of the previous customer and trying not to take it out on the young man asking. Thankfully, this wasn’t her table so that would give her a couple more moments to compose herself. “Hey Lacey, your table wants its bill.” She said to another member of staff, the slightly older but bustier woman nodding and heading in his direction. “Is Ned still being a jackass?” Lola asked next to her, storing the Catheter behind the desk. “Yeah, why do we let him in this place. He is such a creep” Michelle sighed. “Like we get anything else” She joked. “Hey, do you have the catheter thing Lola?” Lacey whispered having returned with the cash from the bill. “My guys have said they both need to go”. “Yeah sure, here you go.” Lola said, grabbing the tubing she had only just put away. “You know how to use it?” “Yeah, I had a girl ask earlier” Lacey replied, a faint wavier in her voice as she spoke before grabbing the tubing and going back to the two waiting men sat cross legged at the table. “Want me to take them?” Lola asked, pointing her head to a couple walking through the door, the small bell dinging. “Yeah sure, if you want too?” “More tables means more tips” Lola winked, picking up a pair of lunch menus and going to greet the new arrivals. “Excuse me” came another voice, looking up from the till it was the blonde haired woman from Neds table. He himself seemed to have disappeared out the door which was at least something to be thankful for. “Hi, how can I help. Was everything ok with your table?” “Yes it was thank you. i…I just wanted to apologise for him.” “Oh no he is in here all the time and trust me, its not you that should be apologising for him.” “Thank you, I still feel bad. I should have known this was a bad idea after he suggested this place” The woman responded. “Suggested this place?” Michelle asked confused, her elbows now resting on the desk. “Oh no sorry I didn’t mean anything by that. Its just you know, we haven’t seen each other in a few years and the first place he suggests to meet up is a place full of Naked women. I should have known he hadn’t changed.” “Don’t worry I get it. We attract a lot of people like him here. Its fine honestly.” She finished, pausing for a moment as the blonde stood there awkwardly. “Is there anything else I can help with?” “I….um, are the bathrooms still closed?” She asked nervously. Michelle noticing her tightly crossed legs for the first time, she was clearly desperate. “Unfortunately, they are.” “Oh ok” she said blushing. “But, im sure you have seen the uh…service we are offering today? And despite what I said to your Fr…Dad, we don’t actually have to insert anything.” “I…..is everywhere closed, maybe I can make it across the street?” “Sorry, it’s the whole town centre by the sounds of things.” “Ok, Im sorry but I think im going to have to go. I don’t really drink alcohol and its really making me need to pee. Plus I got up really early this morning and haven’t peed yet because I didn’t want to miss him.” She stammered out, apparently trying to rationalise or explain herself to Michelle and not make her think she was just taking advantage of her. “Its fine honestly” Michelle said again, her voice soft and calm in an attempt to put the young woman at ease, even though she had now started to bounce on the spot. Apparently admitting her need to someone else was making it much more real and harder to hide. Reaching under the counter Michelle pulled out her connecter. She hadn’t used it yet, but after a few seconds she managed to attach it to herself and connected the longer tube for the patrons. “How do we….?” The young girl asked, her jeans not offering any easy solutions without asking the woman to take them off in the middle of the busy building. “Follow me” Michelle said, beckoning her over to the women’s room. An out of order sign displayed on it, but the door still opened and the pair entered into the secluded spot. “Is this ok?” Michelle asked, turning around to see the girl hurriedly wrestling with her jean’s buttons, her face red and clearly far more desperate than she had let on out there. “I’ll take that as a yes.” “Im sorry, I just really need to go” “Its fine, here you go” she said handing over the other end of the pipe to the young woman. Taking the strange funnel device, she rammed it quickly between her legs and almost instantly liquid began flowing out of her and through the tube. Looking down Michelle watched it race along the clear plastic and disappearing into her. “Oh” Michelle exclaimed as her body suddenly tensed slightly, a strange warm feeling filling her lower body as the urine flowed between the two women. For more than 30 seconds it continued, with Michelle starting to feel her bladder and skin stretch, despite the customers small frame she sure could hold a lot in her bladder. A fact that was clearly written on her face which was far more relaxed. After another 20 seconds and couple of extra spurts the blonde ran dry. “Im really sorry about that, but I just couldn’t hold it” She said, handing the other end back to Michelle. “No…its ok”. The new liquid was sitting heavily in her bladder, the odd process of being filled through the catheter new to her mind and body. Suddenly the door opened, a pair of women bursting through it with a desperate look in their eyes. “Oh…im so sorry” One of them stuttered, turning their head while the other covered their eyes. The relieved blonde’s jeans still around her ankles. “We saw you guys coming in here and thought the bathrooms were fixed.” “Im sorry they are not.” “I cant hold it Beth, the younger of the two said, her hands buried in her crotch as she started to dance on the spot. “I know Lorry. Im sorry to ask this but can we…can we you know.” She said pointing at the tube currently still attached to Michelle. “I mean I think we are only supposed to take the people at our tables. Do you know who your waitress was. I can try and find her.” “She had purple hair and a nose piercing. “That’s Melody, I’ll go and find her.” “Im sorry, I don’t think I can wait that long” Lorry said, looking between her legs as a clear dark patch was spreading out from her crotch. The light brown material becoming much darker as she started to lose control. “Oh god, I stopped it. Please!” she begged. The patch around her crotch stopping about the size of an apple. Michelle knew the poor girl had no time to spare so against her best judgement she handed the other end of the funnel to the leaking woman. The dark patch of wetness slowly absorbing into the material of her trousers. “Oh thank you, thank you thank you OOOHHHH” she groaned loudly, her body convulsing. In a flash her trousers were around her ankles and the device was between her legs. A think stream escaping before it was fully in position and a few drops spilling onto the floor. A rush of her almost perfectly clear pee shot through the tube at some speed and Michelle felt it enter her stretching bladder. The second and more sudden influx causing her muscles to spasm, Michelle’s bladder twitching as it filled far faster than it was use too. Pursing her lips she tried not to show any discomfort to the customers, their needs were her duty to look after. After 30 seconds she was relieved to see the flow starting to slow, finally coming to an end with her bladder feeling much heavier and fuller than before. “Please Lorry, I need it too.” The other woman demanded, outstretching a hand to her friend, gratefully being given the end of the funnel still attached to Michelle. “No i….please” Michelle started but was interrupted as she felt her bladder being forced open once again. “Oooo” the woman squeaked again while ignoring Michelle’s pleading. “I was about to lose it too” She stammered, another heavy stream flowing down into Michelle’s bulging bladder. Closing her eyes Michelle did her best not to groan as the weight inside her seemed to increase instantly. The flow far slower than the last two, but now she was already so full it felt so much worse. A minute later Michelle was gritting her teeth, wondering if it would ever stop. Her bladder now protruding through her skin and easy to see on her toned and athletic body. A small pouch jutting out of her, now containing far more pee than she was use to holding. Eventually the flow stopped and the woman handed back the tube, evidently more relaxed. Pulling up their pants and opening the door the two of them turned to look at Michelle, who was in no place to follow them out at the moment. “Are you ok? They asked “yes, you go ahead.” Michelle responded, ignoring the confused glances as the walked out. As soon as the door closed Michelle had to double over, grunting she held her inflated bladder with both hands. Her bladder now holding hers plus three other bursting women’s contents, its was too much too quickly. Air hissed out from between her teeth as she clenched every muscles in her body not to loose control. Cupping her bladder with her hands she could feel the tendons and muscles shifting inside her. The sudden intake of so much liquid sending shockwaves through her body. Breathing deeply she calmed herself and her muscles managed to adapt to the new conditions. Standing up straight Michelle paused for a moment, before pushing the door open and leaving the out of order toilets. Spotting the curvy Purple haired waitress, a couple of booths over she made a b-line for her. “You owe me one” Michelle said exasperatedly after reaching her. “What?” Melody replied, calmly pouring a large bottle of water into a jug. The sound and visuals making Michelle lose her train of thought for a moment. “You owe me a table, I just took two of your clients for you?” “You took my clients?” Melody asked confused. “Yeah I took” Michelle said, indicating to her enlarged abdomen. “Holy shit, that’s a lot of pee” “Yeah I noticed.” She replied, a bead of sweat running down from her temple. “But you could have come and got me.” “She was literally wetting herself. You would have lost your pay.” “Oh thanks, you’re a life saver. What about next table that comes in I’ll take for you?” “What If they don’t pee?” “Well I cant control that, but fine. I will take the next table, if they don’t pee I’ll take another one.” “Ok thanks, that sounds fair.” Michelle agreed. “Sure no problem. But if its just one person I don’t want any take backs.” Melody stipulated. “I…fine, next customer to walk in is yours for me.” “Shake on it?” Melody asked, offering her hand. The pair shaking hands just as the door opened. A smile appeared on Michelle’s face as in walked a group of six guys all wearing football shirts. “Noooo” Melody said quietly, her hand suddenly limp in Michelle’s. “Hey, maybe they wont pee.” She added, before Melody grabbed a set of Menu’s. “I hate you, you know that” She said sticking her tongue out at Michelle before a smile appeared on Melody’s face as she turned to greet the new arrivals. Soon the customers were coming in thick and fast, a sports game at the local stadium was bringing a lot people to the area. Thankfully the speed of the work and turnover of customers was a needed distraction for the waitresses, many of whom now sported visible bulges in the abdomens. While most of the customers were leaving before making use of the bathroom services they were offering, it still left a couple of dozen to be shared out between the girls. “Mam, can I get the bill and use the tubes again please” A far too posh for this place woman asked. Her middle-aged knees knocking under the grey pencil skirt she was wearing. “Sure thing” Michelle responded, walking to get the catheter device again. “Isn’t that like 3 times she has gone into you?” Lacey asked, preemptively handing over the tube. “Yeah she has had like 8 coffees in the last two hours.” “That can’t be good for her” “Its not good for me, ill tell you that much” Michelle added, putting a hand on her even more bloated bladder. Although, thankfully it seemed the coffee addict ironically had a small bladder that she could easily contain. But given that it was still 6 hours till they closed, Michelle was starting to worry about her chances of making it home dry. Hopefully the place would be a bit quieter after lunch. Going back over the woman barely seemed to think about it before placing the device under herself and letting loose her bladders contents. Casually flicking over the next page of the newspaper she was reading, her legs apart and a stream flowing between her and Michelle who for her part was doing her best not to squirm as her full bladder was filled again. Seeing the tube run dry she made her way back to the desk slightly fuller than before. Passing the front door it swung open, a young couple entering and peering around slightly. Sighing Michelle knew she should probably take them since she was already here. “Hi, table for two?” “Um yes….what is….” The young woman said, pointing at the catheter tubing Michelle had forgotten she was holding. “Oh um…so with the bathrooms out of order we are offering a unique service of letting customers, well, relieve themselves into the wait staff.” The shocked expression now on their faces told her they were not a fan of that idea, the woman almost recoiling at the thought. “I think we will try somewhere else” The man said, putting his arm around the woman and leading her out. “You better not be loosing us customers Michelle.” A condescending tone came from behind her. “No Sandra, just explaining our bathroom situation was enough to do that.” “Well, maybe keep that to only the customers already in the place then.” She replied, a disapproving look on her face. “Sandra, im sorry” came an exacerbated groan from behind them both. Turning they could see Sophie almost doubled over, a slight bulge in her abdomen and crossed legs a sure sign of what she was about to say. “I cant hold it, Please, you have to let me pee.” “Sophie, there is nowhere to pee like I told you 30 minutes ago. You just have to hold it.” “Please” Sophie begged again, a tear rolling down her cheek. “We can only hold so much, we’re desperate here.” She said gesturing around the room. It was true, looking around them all their colleagues were all in various stages of desperation. Some were standing cross legged as they took orders, others boobed on the spot pouring drinks or even had a hand between their legs to keep themselves in control. Only Lola seemed to be comfortable. Despite a having possibly the largest bladder bulge she was acting as if everything was fine, a true workhorse. “Look, there is nowhere to go. I cant just let you all run out of here to find somewhere.” “Please, what about if I take my lunch break now. I can make it home and back, I wont be late I swear.” Sophie pleaded. “Well….” Their boss thought for a second, the sentiment clearly making sense to her. After all, what they did on their break was up to them as long as they were back in time. “Look, I cant let you go right now. We are in the middle of the lunch rush.” A small whimper escaped Sophie as her body shook from desperation. “But, I’ll see what I can do once it gets a bit quieter in here” “But…I don’t know how much longer I can hold this…im about to lose it.” “You better not loose it!” Sandra snapped, “Or you know what else you will be losing!” “I’ll try” Sophie said, walking hunched over back to the main desk. “That goes for you too” Sandra said, turning to point at Michelle before walking back towards the back office. “You know what I said earlier, I mean it now” Melody said from behind her, an arm coming past and grabbing the tubing Michelle was still holding. “Maybe they wont pee” She added mockingly. “What?” Michelle asked, confused. “We swapped tables remember. Four of the guys I took for you say they need to pee.” “Really! Are you going to be ok with that?” Michelle asked, genuinely concerned and feeling a little guilty about the position she had put her friend in. “Yeah, but if you want to take one of them then we can call it even at 3 each?” “Sure, but we are going to need to grab another tube.” “Why don’t you go over with this one, and I’ll get another one.” Melody suggested, handing back the tube. Walking up to the table she could already tell that one of them was far more desperate than the others. A hand currently deep in his pocket and probably holding it all in. “Hi, you guys need the bathroom?” “Yeah” The clearly desperate guy added, his other hand gripping the table as he rocked slightly in his seat. “Sorry, I didn’t realise everything was out around here” He added, unzipping his fly and taking the end of Michelle’s tube from her. The others looking on slightly enviously. Unlike the other times, no liquid flowed down the tubing. Looking up his face was bright red, he was clearly embarrassed or suffering from stage fright. His full bladder locked up despite his need and now permission to pee. “Im sorry, just give me a moment” he stammered, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. “Sorry about that, you guys need to go too?” Melody asked, returning with a new catheter and a number of attachments for the single tube. Handing them out the each began to undo their trousers and place the devices between their legs like their friend. However, unlike their red faced friend streams quickly flowed along the tube and towards melody. The three streams converging in the slightly wider central tube and flowing into her friend. “Oh god” Melody whimpered slightly, the force and volume of the three-person pee taking her by surprise. After a few seconds she was clearly beginning to worry, a hand going down and resting on her bladder as she began to breath slightly more heavily. Looking at her Michelle could see the impact of taking 3 at a time taking its toll on the purple haired woman, her abdomen expanding before her eyes as her bladder and skin was forced to stretch out quickly. Apparently after seeing his friends pee, the embarrassed customer still connected to her got himself under control and relaxed enough to start his pee. The sudden warmth and tightness in her abdomen surprising Michelle for a moment and distracting her from Melody’s struggles. Despite the mans desperate appearance his stream soon died down after just 15 seconds, his pee still felling heavy in her abdomen but was nothing compared to how much she had already in there. Looking over at Melody again, her colleagues face was distorted by her rising discomfort. A slight sheen of sweat gathering on her face as her abdomen continued to bloat out massively, the other three guys still peeing into the growing woman. Melody now had a look of pure concentration on her face, biting her lips to keep the cries of discomfort in and not worry the customers. “OOooh” She gasped, her stretching bladder causing ripples of pain to shoot through her body. The bulge in her abdomen increasing for another 10 seconds until finally the three guys stopped peeing into her. A few drips of sweat rolling down her naked body as she stood rigidly trying not to empty herself out on the ground. “Christ” she whimpered, her whole body shaking for a moment. “Ohh my god!” A loud voice shouted, followed by an equally loud splattering noise that could be heard over the quiet conversations of the customers. The loud exclamation drawing the attention of the staff and customers alike. But it wasn’t the purple haired waitress emptying herself, it was the new girl Chloe. A few tables over the towering six-foot red head was clutching a catheter in one hand while her clearly distended bladder emptied itself onto the hard flooring. Her other hand pressed deeply between her legs as her pee raced between her fingers, flowing down her long slender legs and falling noisily onto the floor. The four women at her table recoiling back from the large puddle that was making its way towards them, droplets splashing up and against the red leather booth they were sat in. Even from where Michelle was she could see Chloe’s large bladder deflating as the puddle under her grew, the girl rooted to the spot with her eyes closed and cheeks burning. “What is going on here?” Came a loud shout, Sandra storming out of her office and into the main room. Swiftly walking up to Chloe as she pee’d and snatching the catheter from her while looking disapprovingly at the puddle spreading across her floor. “Well, looks like someone wont be getting paid today” she said, brandishing the catheter at the young woman. “You can stop at any time by the way” she added, scowling as Chloe continued to lose the battle with her bladder. “Im sorry….I cant” Chloe sobbed, tears streaming down her face. “You know what, your no good for me today. Just clean your mess up and go home.” Sandra said, walking back to her office and leaving the red headed woman sobbing as pee still streamed down her legs. “You have to help me” came a quiet whimper from beside Michelle, startling her slightly having been entirely wrapped up in Chloe’s accident. To her left was a clearly desperate Sophie, both hands jammed between her restless legs that moved constantly while she stood there. “Are you ok?” Michelle asked. “No….im, im about to piss myself like Chloe. I just cant hold it anymore!” She cried quietly, twisting her legs to press them tighter together. “I… I mean what do you want me to do?” Michelle responded, with the toilets out she didn’t have any ideas. “I don’t know” Sophie sobbed. “I was about to ask to go on lunch break again but I don’t think Sandra is in the best moods right now after well….” Sophie said, gesturing to Chloe who had just about stopped peeing at this point. A pair of small trails still making their way down her glistening legs. “Look maybe I can take some of your customers but….” How would she phrase this. “Im not sure that will help, can you make it another hour?” “An hour!” Sophie added, grimacing slightly as her body pulsed in desperation. “No….” she added meekly. “Wait, maybe Lola could help?” Sophie said, a little bit of life returning to her face. “What do you mean?” Michelle asked, confused by how anyone could help her hold it. “C’mon she is never desperate. Im sure she could handle a little bit of mine too” “I don’t know, she has had just as many customers if not more than us today.” “Im about to wet myself, please can you just go and ask. If she says no then I’ll try and hold but Im really struggling here.” “You want me to ask!?” “I, yeah. Look the less moving I do the better, unless you want another puddle?” “I’ll go find her.” Michelle rushed, realising just how close her friend was to loosing it all. Luckily she wasn’t hard to find, the tiny woman currently standing behind the desk. Approaching Michelle already knew what answer she was going to get, the giant bulge in her friends’ abdomen a clear sign she must be desperate. She felt sorry for Sophie, maybe Lola would have another idea to help. “Hey Lola.” “Need a catheter?” Lola asked back, holding up another tube and handing it to her as if it had become the most normal thing for them to do. “Maybe, Sophie is really struggling and I hate to ask but she was wondering if you would be able to help her? But don’t feel like you have too, I know that we all are….” “Yeah sure, no problem” Lola replied casually. “If you are sure?” “Yeah im doing fine, although we cant leave the desk unattended so she will have to come over here if she wants to do it. Everyone else is busy with a table.” The building was still full, with many of the lunch crowd having stayed longer than those in the morning. Around them the other waitresses were either taking orders or many of them were currently connected to relieved looking patrons. The bulges of their bladders becoming more prominent as they day wore on and more customers required their help. “Ok great.” Michelle finished, waving over a slow-moving Sophie. “Thank you so much Lola” Sophie stammered out as she got behind the desk, the two of them connecting their catheters to each other. “I just need to take the edge of, then I can wait till our break” Sophie said as her pee began to flow into the tube. The tenseness in her face disappearing as her body relaxed. “You may as well empty yourself out. Gives you more room for customers instead of having to do this again.” “Are you sure?” “Yeah, Im fine.” Lola said confidently, a smile on her face as if she wasn’t feeling anything at all despite the large bulge. “How are you fine” Sophie replied, far more relaxed as the pee left her straining bladder. “Ive had practice” Lola replied, seemingly unaffected by the new intake. “You have had practice of people peeing into you?” Michelle asked, raising an eyebrow. “Well no” Lola laughed. “But my parents were both big germaphobes, so I was only ever allowed to pee in our house. I kind of got use to it, plus its kind of a weird sense of achievement when you managed to hold longer than before.” “So you were brought up by Germaphobes and now you work at a restaurant, Naked?” Michelle joked. “Yeah, never really thought about it before. Do you think there is a connection?” “Well, given your parents attitudes towards piercings and tattoos I would say there is a strong chance its related” Sophie joked, indicating to the number of large tattoos covering her friends body. ”Like you can say anything” Lola shot back at Sophie. The blonde herself covered in large tattoos that she had thought would have stopped her getting this job to begin with. But it seemed that a lot of the customers were into the Punk look, the giant wonder woman logo tattooed on her chest getting a lot of attention from them. “You may have something there” Sophie smiled, her pee finally stopping as she ran dry. Despite the amount of it inside her, she had been surprised by how quick that had gone through her. Although given the pressure she was feeling in her bladder beforehand, it must have come out at some speed. Not that Lola seemed to notice. “What do you three think you are doing?” Came an annoyed voice. “I was just about to come and tell you Sophie that I was going to let you go on break but I guess you have already seen to that.” “Im sorry, I couldn’t hold it and didn’t want to make a mess.” “Well, your bladders were supposed to be for the customers, the customers come first after all. Lola and Sophie you should have been able to control yourself.” She said, crossing her arms. “So I guess that means the three of you don’t need a break then, I may as well let some of the others go on break.” “But I didn’t….” Michelle started. “You were already late today, so don’t bother.” Sandra interrupted. Michelle wanted to respond, but decided to bite her tongue or risk making things much worse for herself. She could already feel her muscles starting to ache inside her, the volume of liquid inside her bladder starting to test her limits. With half a day to go she didn’t need or want to take any risks. “Now go get the other girls.” With the waitresses quickly gathered at the front desk, many boobing slightly on the spot, their legs closed tightly. “Ok, so ill make this quick so you can get back to work. I understand some of you are feeling a little uncomfortable, so im going to let some of you have your lunch break so you can relieve yourselves if you want too. But im going to have to make sure we have enough to cover any customers. Since you are clearly comfortable enough to break the rules Sophie, Lola, Michelle you will be staying here as well as Lacey and Melody.” “Wait, but I really need to go” Lacey protested, a hand between her legs. “I’m sorry we need 5 of you here. So unless anyone wants to cover for you?” Sandra asked, but the others simply looked away or at the floor. Their own needs taking precedence over being a good friend. “But when they get back I will let you all do the same. Now just finish up your current tables and you can go.” A number of smiles and relieved faces filled the crowd, with the exception of the 5 being forced to stay behind. But it was just another hour, she could manage that Michelle told herself. “Hey lacy and Melody, I think your tables need you.” A call came over their shoulders as Ellie now dressed made her way hastily out of the building. Her jeans clearly undone due to her bladder being simply too large and sensitive for her to close them. A quiet whimper escaped Lacey as her body seemed to pulse from the bad news. “I’ll take them” Sophie said, making Lacey look up hopefully. But unfortunately for her, she wasn’t talking about her table but instead the group of three women that had just walked in. However, what was behind them was a little more troubling. A large group of 10 people, 8 men and two women were approaching the door, walking down the side of the building. “Don’t come in, don’t come in, don’t come in” Michelle whispered to herself, looking around and seeing Lola with another customer she knew this would be her table. Disappearing behind the large doors there was a moment where she thought that maybe they would just walk past, but then the doors open and their loud voices filled the building. “Shit” she said slightly louder than she had meant too. But there was nothing she could do, maybe if she didn’t mention it they wouldn’t try to use her as a toilet. Walking over she could see them laughing and joking by the wait here sign, their movements slightly off and seemingly looking around the room for something. “Hi guys, table for 10?” She asked. “Yeah that would be great Love.” The first man replied, constantly glancing at her naked breasts as he spoke. “Sure right this way” Michelle replied, rolling her eyes as she faced away from them. “Can we get 10 of your largest beers darlin’” Another of them asked as they seemed to gingerly slide into the booth. “Oh god, I don’t know if I can handle another one.” A black-haired woman remarked, chewing on her lip piercing slightly. Clearly nervous about something. “Sure, I’ll be right back with them.” Michelle added, starting to worry where this was going. If she was forced to take in these 10 people, she would be tempted to quit on the spot. Walking back up to the bar she noticed Lacey handing off a tube to Sophie instead of returning it. The small woman heading off to the table she had just brought in, the three women craning their necks and knees Knocking under the table as they waited. The lack of restrooms nearby was clearly affecting a lot of people today. “Hey, Lola can you help be take these to booth 14?” Michelle asked, placing the last pint on the two trays. As the pair of them made their way over they could see several of the group glancing at them and whispering to each other. What the hell are they up too Michelle worriedly pondered to herself. Placing the trays on the table she and Lola began handing them out, their eyes meeting for a moment and conveying their confusion about the behaviour of this group. “So um…” here it comes, Michelle knew something stupid was about to happen, probably a pick up line or something. “Which of you has the smallest bladder?” “Excuse me?” Michelle asked, confused and slightly offended by the intimate question out of nowhere. “You know, out of you girls. Which one pees the most?” He asked more excitedly this time, leaning closer to her. “I don’t think we have to tell you that” Lola said, crossing her arms against her chest. “I mean you guys are still offering the toilet services right” He added, raising his eyebrows suggestively. How the hell did he know about that? “Yes we are” Michelle replied. “Ok, well I would like to know who has the smallest bladder?”. “And like my colleague said, I don’t think we have to tell you that.” it was Michelle’s turn to cross her arms “Well, I think you do and I guess I would like to speak to your manager then. Unless, you would like me to make a mess on your floor.” “C’mon Kurt just leave it. I really need to go” The woman responded, her legs jiggling under the table. “No, no, I’d like to see a manager.” He said, louder and more forcefully this time. “I’ll go get her” Lola gave in, not wanting to get involved in a shouting match and stopping before Michelle did. A few moments later she returned with an annoyed looking Sandra behind her. “What seems to be the problem here?” She asked, looking accusingly at Michelle and not the customer. “Your staff member is refusing to answer my question, I simply asked which of your servers has the smallest bladder and they got all defensive on me.” Kurt said, leaning back in his chair. “So…why didn’t you tell the customer what he wanted to know?” “Because its private information and seemed a little sexual in nature, which we don’t tolerate.” “Hey you don’t have to tell me the rules, I made them.” Sandra responded. “It would be private but today its part of the service we are offering. I told you this morning to walk away if you wanted too, its too late now.” “Sorry about this.” She said, turning and smiling at Kurt. “I think it would probably be Sophie, she is one of only two to have relieved themselves today.” Sandra added condescendingly. “Why are you telling them that?” Michelle said, shocked by the revealing of such personal information from her boss. “They are the customer” Sandra responded matter of factually. “Yeah but…” “Look, I have a lot of work to do so if you can just not have any more arguments with the customers and get back to work please.” Their boss finished, turning and walking back to her office, stopping to point Sophie in the tables direction. A worried look on her face and a clear bulge back in her abdomen despite having released herself fully into Lola just a little while earlier. “Hey, Sandra said one of you wants to pee?” She asked. “No love, we all do” He responded, the group grinning and enjoying the look of horror on the small woman’s face. “But….I….There is no way I can hold 10, I’ve already got 3 in me.” Sophie whimpered. “Look, im sorry I think its dangerous if you all go into her.” Michelle said, trying to protect her friend from either hurting herself or disgracing herself. “That’s not what your boss says” Kurt said still grinning. “I think they might be right, just look at her. She cant hold all these, wouldn’t it be better to spread them out anyway.” The black-haired woman asked, her legs still jiggling under the table. “No, I want one. Now give me the tube I need to relieve myself.” He said holding his hand out. Reluctantly Michelle had no other choice but to hand it over, Sophie had emptied herself into Lola not long ago, she could hold this hopefully. Maybe they wouldn’t all need to go, or at least have small bladders. But going off the shuffling that was going on around the table, that first point was clearly not true. Sophie was looking even more nervous now, her legs already pressed tightly together before she accepted any more pee. She shuddered as Lola connected four pipes to hers and handed them to the customers, the clearly desperate woman for some reason refusing it. Maybe at least one of their group had some sort of empathy. Holding the devices inside their pants the four men smiled, locking eyes with Sophie as she nervously bit her thumb nail, waiting for the inevitable discomfort that would be coming her way. “Ned sends his regards” Kurt sneered, a wicked smile on his face as the four of them began to pee at some speed. The light-yellow liquid gurgling and rushing its way through the four connectors until meeting in the central pipe and forming a single torrent of fluid that rushed towards Sophie's already full bladder. “Oooooh!” Sophie groaned loudly, the rush of pee battering against her bladder and started filling it past its capacity. Her hands fell to her thighs as she doubled over, the pressure inside her unimaginable. Looking down her bladder was ballooning out faster than she thought was even possible, her stomach expanding as the four bursting bladders gleefully filled poor Sophie. Baring down on their muscles they were forcing their pee into her at a tremendous pace, watching intently as she started to squirm in front of them. Her skin stretching tighter as they inflated her with the contents of their purposefully brimming bladders. They had spent the afternoon drinking as much as possible for this moment, the 10 of them receiving texts about this place from a pissed off Ned a few hours earlier. Since then they had met up in the car park downing bottle after bottle of water or beer for this exact reason, to pump these ungrateful women as full as possible. “God” Sophie breathed heavily, groaning as the four bladders connected to hers continued to push their contents into her, the bulge in her abdomen becoming large and larger by the second. Finally and almost instantly the first stream died off, then the second until had stopped. Only 20 seconds had passed, the customers red faced with the effort of squeezing out their bladders contents as swiftly as possible. The wicked grins still written across their face as Sophie staggered to the side, her hands clutching her heavily distended abdomen. Breathing heavily through her nose the effort of containing such a load was taking its toll. “Alright, next guys are up” Kurt said, extracting the tube from his pants and holding it up for whomever wanted it next. “I think she is about to blow” One of the cheered as Sophie let out a guttural moan. Her head stooped and looking at the floor. Her chest heaving as she battled painful spasms and screaming muscles that had been stretched further than she could ever remember. She had never had this much pee in her before, the mass of hot liquid pressing out of her taught skin. The pressure was immense, almost too much for her brain to handle as black spots started to appear in her eyes. Stumbling again she reached a hand out for the edge of a nearby booth, only for Michelle to grab it and help guide her to where she could lean against it. “Come on, some of us still have to go!” One of the people around the table shouted. “She has had enough” Lola said, grabbing the connector from the tube dangling between Sophie's trembling legs and attaching it to herself. “But I’ll be more than happy to handle it.” “Handle it, you wish” One of them retorted “I’ve been holding this all day and I’m sure it’s too much for someone as small as you.” He said grabbing a connector along with 5 of the others, the black haired woman the only one to refuse again. This time it was Lola’s turn to grunt as the five streams started, her already substantially bloated bladder expanding even more. The giant bulge pushing further and further out of her, a hiss of air escaping between her pursed lips as spasm after spasm rocked her body. After 10 seconds her quivering bladder seemed to take on a life of its own, the volume entering It causing even the top of her abdomen to grow. The tightening skin pulling up her bulge as it continued to grow to truly monstrous proportions. The five tormentors looking on with glee as the petite girl expanded with their pee. Next to her Michelle was still trying to help Sophie in her own battle, pulses still racing through her body after being filled more than she had ever been in her entire life. Groaning and clutching herself it was clear she couldn’t last long like this. “Hey guys I need” Lacey started, rushing up behind them. “Sorry, we are in the middle of something” Michelle replied, too busy watching Sophie. She had to do something, or her friend would definitely not make it another minute let alone until the other waitresses got back. Sweat was rolling down her quaking body, Sophie's eyes still closed as she did her best to control herself. “Sophie, use me. I can take a bit.” Michelle said calmly, she wasn’t sure how true that was but she had to do something.” “But I…” Lacey started behind them. “What?” Michelle asked slightly annoyed, couldn’t she see they were in trouble already. But as she turned around she could see Lacey herself was in trouble, a substantial bulge forcing its way out her body. Her curly dark blonde hair sticking to her clammy skin, then with a final shudder she groaned as a highly pressurised stream started to fall between her shaking legs. The clear liquid wrapping around her legs and spilling onto the floor as Lacey’s hands shot up to her face to hide her shame. “Fuckkkk” she groaned, despite the embarrassment the release was pure pleasure, customer after customer filling until she just couldn’t hold it one second more. She had been about to ask Lola to help her, just as she had done Sophie but now it was too late. “Drink and a show!” A couple of the customers now watching Lacey piss herself cheered, clinking their glasses together. “Another Round, we can do this all day!” Kurt shouted, making Michelle shudder. She was sure the lot of them would like nothing more than to spend all day here filling them all up as much and as frequently as possible until none of them remained dry. “Dirty bitch cant control herself” He chastised Lacey, pulling a phone out and seemingly going to take a photo or video of her accident. Finally! Michelle thought to herself, something she could kick these guys out for. Forcibly grabbing the phone from his hand she stopped and deleted the recording, with half a mind to throw it at him. “Hey, that’s my phone” He shouted. “Yeah and we have a strict no phone policy. If we see one we usually ask people to put them away but given that you were actually recording her which is an offense, im going to have to ask you all to leave.” “What a joke” He said, standing angrily. “Let go guys we can find somewhere else. Enjoy our deposit” he said loudly, leaning over to say it in Sophies ear as he passed her. Swinging the door open the group started to file out, giving the girls glares of distain despite what they were clearly trying to do to them. Soon only the desperate woman was left sitting at their booth. “Im sorry, if I move I think I might loose it” she said, a slight grimace on her face which was reddening by the second. “Its ok, you weren’t part of the problem. If you can hang on for a moment longer I can see if we can do something to help.” Getting a nod from her, Michele’s attention returned to Sophie, a few drops of pee rolling down her bare thighs. She was losing it, wait! Turning she looked at Lacey who had just finished emptying herself on the floor. The large puddle expanding still as it worked its way across the even floor. “Lacey, I need your help.” “Oh god that feels so much better, I don’t even care. What do you need?” “I need you to take in some of what Sophie has in her.” “Wait what! I’ve only just emptied myself im not sure I can handle doing it again. My muscles are too tired.” “Look, you don’t have to take all of it, just enough so Sophie isn’t like this. Plus, Sandra hasn’t seen this yet so if you do this for me Ill go grab something to clean up this mess before you lose your overtime.” Lacey looked around for a few moments, the relatively empty restaurant was quiet now the loud group had left. Just 4 other tables, she could do this. Nodding Lacey grabbed the tubing and Michelle went to grab a bucket and mop. Somehow the ruse worked and a couple of minutes later she was emptying the slightly acrid smelling water down the drain in the ladies room. Sandra hadn’t seen, so she didn’t need to know. Returning to the table she could see Sophie and Lacey once again struggling with the bladders, Lola having returned to the desk. “How are you feeling”. “A bit better, thanks Lacey. Although….I really don’t think I can hold even this much.” “Do you think you can take more?” Michelle asked Lacey who was rubbing her own bladder with one hand. A small bulge present again in her stomach. “Maybe later, but I don’t think I can at the moment. My muscles are still on fire down there, im sorry.” “No its ok, thank you!” Michelle replied earnestly, she had been a little harsh on her earlier but hopefully Lacey knew it was just from the panic of the situation. “Oh god” Sophie whimpered as she squirmed again, her bladder still easy to see in its bloated form despite what ever she had put into Lacey. “Do…Do you think Lola could help again?” she whispered to Michelle. “I maybe, I didn’t really see her after being filled up by those guys but I imagine she must be pretty full. But we can go ask her and maybe we can share it out between a few of us.” “Yeah…that would be good” Sophie concluded, doubled over she carefully walked to the desk where Lola was stood, her hands cupping her bladder. “Um…Excuse me?” The black-haired woman at the table asked, her hands now firmly between her legs. “Sorry, can you wait like 2 more minutes and someone will be right with you” Michelle asked, aware how she must be feeling. “Um…I’ll try.” Passing the slow moving Sophie, Michelle went ahead to ask Lola about being used again, but as she rounded the corner of the desk something caught her eye. “Holy fuck” She almost shouted. Lola’s short stature had hidden the true extent of her bladder behind the tall desk, but now coming around it was impossible not to see it. The tiny woman looked more than 9 months pregnant, her bladder pushing inches out of her and more than doubling her waistline. It was a good job they were naked, otherwise there was no way her clothes would have fit around her monstrously bloated bladder. “Yeah it’s a lot, its definitely more than I’ve ever held before” Lola said, a look of pain overcoming her for a moment as something indie her spasmed. “How are you not exploding right now” “Well, I cant lie its getting hard now. But its always good to test your limits” She said, a forced and pained smile on her face. “Holy fuck” Came a cry from Sophie who had just caught up with them and was now seeing the same rotund mass perilously pushing out of Lola. “How is it even possible for one person to hold that much?” “I guess, bladders can stretch a lot. People just don’t push themselves as much as I have to know where the limits are.” Lola said calmly. “Well its bloody impressive…Do…Do you think I could do that one day?” Sophie asked, getting a strange look from Michelle and Lola. “What do you mean?” Lola asked, confused. “Like, get better at holding. Im sick of being the one to always having to rush off to pee. It would be nice ” “Sure I guess…just don’t hurt yourself.” Lola said, the others aware of the irony given just how much Lola was currently holding. There was no way that was normal. The other part of it was something Sophie didn’t want to admit. On the walk over she had felt something inside her, the weight of her bladder pressing on something, a part of her that was causing pleasure to radiate around her body with every step. She had never felt anything like it before, It was strangely addictive in a way. Shuffling again she felt her bladder pulse with pain and then with pleasure, causing her purse her lips. “Are you ok Sophie” Michelle asked “I…oh yeah im good, I want to try and hold it.” Sophie stammered, blushing madly and feeling embarrassed about almost being caught enjoying this. Noticing a hand waving from across the room Michelle swore in her head, she had forgotten about that woman again. Could she handle another bladder, if she did she was sure that never mind Sophie but she herself would be near breaking point. Her bloated bladder was already causing the occasional spasm and peak of discomfort, but looking around she couldn’t help but realise she was probably in the best position of any of them. Grabbing the tube she walked over, the womans face becoming more relaxed after spotting the equipment in her hand. “Sorry about that, your friends did a number on a couple of my friends.” Michelle admitted. “Yeah I can see that, im really sorry” she replied, jiggling furiously on the spot. “Not your fault, but I can let you pee if you want too?” “Into you?” She asked, clearly concerned about something. “If that’s ok?” Michelle added, wondering what the look was for. “Its just, you look pretty full and I mean, ive got a pretty big bladder” “But you seem to…” Yeah I know I look desperate, those guys I was with also know I have a big bladder. They kept forcing me to drink more and more, I think I must have had more than a gallon of water by the time we arrived, plus a few beers. So Im really dying, but I don’t want to cause any more issues for you guys.” “No its ok, its our job and I appreciate you trying.” “If you are sure, is there no one more empty than you?” The woman asked, the complete opposite of the purpose her group had come here with. “I don’t know…” But Michelle was interrupted by the front door opening again. “Oh thank god” she said, recognising Trudy returning from her lunch break. “Trudy!” she shouted, waving her over. “I need you to take this customer” “Bit I’ve only just got back Michelle.” She pleaded. “I’ll take that sift you wanted to swap next week” “Ok fine” Trudy said, taking off her clothes in the middle of the room and making a bit of a scene. Thankfully there were just 2 other tables, Melody having finished up with another of hers. Helping connect the tubes and handing one to the squirming woman Michelle watched a powerful burst flow into the tube. She hadn’t been lying about needing to go. A look of relief washing over her face. “Oooohh, I forgot how this felt.” Trudy complained. The flow continuing 30 seconds later as Michelle witnessed her friend’s bladder starting to really bloat out of her. “Holy fuck how much have you got in you” Trudy grunted, only getting a slight whimper from the woman in response. 5 more seconds, then 10, 15 seconds passed as the flow continued. “How can one woman hold so much!” Trudy all but shouted as her bladder continued to swell inside her. Another 10 seconds and she couldn’t handle the insurmountable pressure building inside her. Pain and muscles spams rocketing through her, being filled so quickly was destroying her ability to control it. “Oh god im going to burst, you have to stop.” Trudy cried “Im sorry im trying!” The customer said, grunting. “Try harder!” “I’ve been holding it in all day and I’ve had so much to drink” The woman pleaded. But finally, after another few seconds the stream stopped. “Holy fuck, Holy fuck, Holy fuck” Trudy stammered, her eyes wide and both hands between her legs. “what the fuck was that, im worse off than when I went on break!” She winced, a powerful wave squeezing her bladder. “Im sorry” The woman said, her hands still between her crotch and gurning slightly. “I’ve got to go”, she said, standing up out the door. Running along the windows she suddenly stopped just a few feet from the building. Her legs crossing and bending over, she was clearly still battling her own bladder. Then after a few moments they watched as her black jeans started darkening even more, light reflecting from streams of pee that were soaking through the heavy fabric. A puddle rapidly spreading from her on the pavement as she continued to piss herself. The quantity of drinks she was forced to drink, combined with only a partial pee, weakening her control too much. “I cant hold this” Trudy whimpered, dancing on the spot. “I’ve got to go again.” She continued, grabbing her dress and throwing it back on before rushing out of the door and past the still peeing customer. Michelle didn’t know what her plan was, where could she possibly be going. But picking up her friend’s things including Trudy’s underwear, she bundled them up and went to hide them behind the desk. Sandra hadn’t seen her yet so she might get away with her thinking it was still her lunch break. She definitely owed her that much, there was no way she could have taken that woman’s bladder. Especially if only a partial pee had that much impact on a completely empty one. “I swear if those guys don’t get back soon im going to piss myself like Lacey” Melody said, the group now together behind the main desk. For the first time that day the whole place was empty, the last table thankfully for Sophie not asking to use the facilities before leaving. Looking over at the slightly wider set woman, Michelle could see the large bulge pressing out of Melody. Her bladder like Michelle’s own filled by multiple customers and denied any relief. Now only them and the ever-expanding Lola were left having had no relief all day. Their friends losing control or in Sophies case using Lola. “You can use me if you want too?” Lola offered to Melody, despite the fact she was now clearly sweating and breathing heavily. The weight of her bladder wreaking havoc with her body, yet still she offered to hold more for these guys. “What no! The amount I have in me would be too much for even you at this point. I can hold it.” The purple haired waitress said confidently. Although she wasn’t too sure, her body similarly reacting to the intense need to pee she felt. The effort causing sweat to build on her brow, the purple dye in her hair coming off and turning the roots of her hair a light shade of pink. Thankfully they didn’t have to wait long as just after half past 3 the other waitresses started to walk back in. Their lunch time over and looking far more relieved, they strolled back in to see the remaining 5 bobbing and dancing in desperation. All marvelling at the size of Lola as she still somehow contained the vast ocean of pee from more than a dozen people. “Thank god they are back, I was like 5 minutes from weeing myself” Melody said again, the relief easy to hear in her voice. “Should we go ask Sandra?” Sophie said, her own need quite substantial at this point. “Ask Sandra what?” Came the voice of their boss, despite wearing shoes they swore she somehow moved around silently. “The place is empty and I…We, would really use a break.” Said Michelle, the others nodding in agreement. “Well I suppose since the place is empty I cant see any reason why no…” The sentence was interrupted as the front door swung open, loudly hitting the door stop. “I need a bathroom” A woman yelled, a hand in her crotch. But that wasn’t what got the attention of the waitresses. Outside a storm of red and white striped shirts was swirling around the building, the game in the stadium ending and sending hundreds of fans their way. “No, No, No, No!” Melody shouted, seeing where this was going. As they watched a line formed, quickly stretching out of the door and around the side of the building. Pee dances filled the streets as people waited, not to use the restaurant for what it was designed for but just to pee into them. Apparently there had been no restrooms at the match, now two hours later the supporters were bursting and looking for a way to release themselves of the burden of their bladders. “We cant take this many, its insane!” Melody stated, turning to look at Sandra. “If you want your pay you better take them, as long as they buy something.” Their boss said, walking towards the line. “You cant be serious, there must be like 100 of them.” Michelle said following her closely. “Better get started then. Look, the sooner you deal with them the sooner you can go on break” “Only paying customers” Sandra said loudly to those waiting. “Oh god, ill buy whatever you want. Please just help me” The brunette at the front pleaded with Michelle. “Im holding 6 already, plus my own. I cant take this!” Melody said loudly as Sandra walked away. “I…Ok come with me” Michelle gave in, the pleading and desperate eyes of the woman winning her over. “You….oh my god.” Melody whimpered, giving in to the fact that this was happening, despite her already bulging bladder she would just have to suck it up and take more. “OK, you” she said pointing at a random guy second in the line. “You buying something?” Getting a nod she sighed heavily. “Fine, come this way.” Sitting her customer in the booth Michelle prepared herself, the wild fidgeting of the customer doing nothing for her need. “What can I get you?” she asked. “I, I just need to pee” The woman stammered back. “Im afraid we are only offering it to paying customers, once you order something, I can help you.” Michelle replied calmly, she hated the fact that it had crossed her mind but the longer she took with each customer the less she would have to deal with. But given there were now 8 empty bladders to use, she figured it was only fair. “I’ll have a coffee then” “Ok great. Now take this” she said handing the woman the end of the catheter. “Put that under yourself and then feel free to let go.” Hastily the woman quickly undid her jeans, her light blue panties already displaying a small wet spot from where she had started to leak. Moving her panties to the side rather than pulling them down a river or pee raced out of her, the customer moaning in relief. Michelle’s face straining as she felt another bladders contents being forced into her own. The skin around her mid-section feeling tighter and ripples of what felt like static shocks starting to race across her taught skin. “Ooooh” she breathed out heavily. “Im sorry, I thought there would be toilets at the stadium but they were closed. I’ve been waiting hours, I would have tried to get back home but its like an hour on the bus and I just know I wouldn’t have made it.” “Its alright” Michelle said, forcing a smile on her face. Soon the building was filled with the moans and groans of the waitresses, many of them hooked up to multiple desperate customers from a line that seemed endless. The sports fans spilling into their establishment and pushing their bladders contents into the tortured women working here. One customer soon became two and then three for Michelle as she felt her body trembling under her demands. The size of her bladder increasing dramatically with each customer that continued to flood into the place. A guttural scream filled the room, “I cant take it” Melody shouted, her whole body shuddering as it seemed to be coming apart at the seams. Her giant bladder currently being filled ruthlessly by 5 men at the same time. Their strong streams flowing down the tubs at some pace into the writhing and grunting purple haired woman. Her face covered in a pained expression as her hands held onto her expanding bladder, trying to hold it together. But it was no use, with a final pained scream it was just too much for her. “I Caaaan’t Hold it” she yelled, a hand reaching down and pulling out the Catheter just as the five guys finished filling her. Almost instantly she exploded, her pent-up piss flying in all directions as her massive bladder emptied itself. The strongest stream of pee any of them had ever seen erupting out of her tortured body, a dozen bladders worth of contents streaming out of her. The relief making her go light headed as she sank onto the cold floor, her legs wide open and the stream arching out of her and racing its way across the floor. A giant puddle starting to form around the sitting woman, apparently to far gone to care about what was happening. She had been pushed far beyond her limit and had reached a physical barrier that she just couldn’t overcome. The litres and hours’ worth of pee spilling out of her at speed. Even after 30 seconds the bulge in her abdomen refused to disappear, however the sight was too much for a number of those in the line. Three women and a man losing control of their bladders. Dark streaks forming on their trousers as they desperately lost the fight for their dignity. Their puddles of pee rapidly spilling out of their trouser legs and flowing over their shoes and onto the floor to join Melody’s. The two men next in line for Melody openly holding themselves, before spotting and joining the Que that had formed next to Lola. Lola was now hooked up by the entrance, sitting with her legs wide open to accommodate the truly gargantuan bladder bulge that was pressing her hips apart. Customers lined up one after another as they peed into the inflated woman, taking their relief and then handing the tube to the next waiting person. Lola’s face and chest were as red as possible, her whole body covered in a layer of sweat as beads of it collected and rolled down her now giant frame. One by one the customers came, ruthlessly pushing more and more piss into her tortured body as she writhed and groaned. She could stop it at any moment, but instead she let them continue to pump her bigger and bigger. Her bladder surpassing that of a 9 month pregnancy for someone her size, her small frame further exaggerating the truly monstrous size of it. Groaning and whimpering her hands held onto the massive organ that was almost hanging off her, Lola s face constantly grimacing as the pain overwhelmed her. Yet still more desperate customers came, grabbing a tube and peeing into her. But the sight of her distended body too much for many of the customers, not wanting to harm her and instead going to another of them or even starting to pee outside. A number of women near the rear of the line losing control and squatting in the street, a river of pee making its way into the nearby drain. Lola’s grunts and moans could be heard through out the building as yet more people filled her up, it was relentless. But there was nothing Michelle or the others could do, their time taken up by their own bladders being filled by lines of customers. Even Melody and Lacey who had wet themselves once already were being hooked up again, the formers large puddle still sitting on the floor. Many of the waitresses looked on the verge of control, multiple customers being hooked up to each and every one of the staff. Grunts and cries of desperation or pain still echoing around the room from the still desperate customers and waitresses alike. After 10 minutes of this torturous cycle even those that had emptied themselves out at lunch were struggling. Their bladders being maxed out again almost instantly after arriving back at work. But they all knew they would surely have burst if they had not had at least some release. The fact that Lola and Michelle were still holding was a wonder to them. Michelle for her part was nearing the edge of her control, her own bladder now much larger than she could ever remember it being in her life. Those static like shocks she had felt earlier now turning into pulses and forks of brilliant white pain. Shooting around her body from her bladder that was stretched so tight she was starting to think If she touched anything sharp she was going to pop like a water balloon. Looking down she tried to rest a hand on it as the fifth customer finished up using her, but even the slight contact made it contract and pulse wildly. Biting her lip hard she managed to keep her groan quiet instead of yelling out like she really wanted too. This was madness she reminded herself, all this for just some more money. Was it really worth it? But looking over at the giant and panting Lola, it wasn’t just for money any more, it was to help her and the rest of the staff. But thankfully and mercifully as she looked up it seemed that as quickly as the line had formed, it was almost gone. The last few customers hooked up to the waitresses, two more peeing into the groaning Lola while she could see others still peeing against the outside of the building. Then the stillness that was present earlier returned, the whirlwind of fans destroying the place and the waitresses. “How the fuck are you not exploding right now?” Michelle asked the panting Lola, her face contorted with pain and twitching madly. “I….if I move im going to lose it” she whimpered. “I can hold a lot…but this is too, its too much.” She said, panic starting to creep in. “Hold on Lola, Ill go see if any one can take some. You’ve taken in so much for us it’s the least we can do. Just hold on!” Michelle said, leaving the sweating, writhing and whimpering mess of her friend still reclined and stuck in her booth. She knew that if Lola was admitting it, it had to be true. “Girls, I think Lola is really suffering. Do any of you think you can take a bit, just to take the edge off?” “Im pretty full, but maybe a little?” Lacey said. “I don’t think I can, im just too full already. That was like 7 guys each” Another said, the others nodding in agreement. Bulges coming out of each and every one of them as the desperately danced or stood with their legs firmly crossed. “I’ll take some, it’s the least I can do” Came a surprising candidate. Sophie who was still sporting her own bladder bulge stood up, looking far more confident in her abilities. “Fuck it, ill take a little too. She did take a lot for us.” Melody said, walking over and putting an arm around Sophie. With that a couple of others were in, if Sophie could handle it then they could too! Walking over to Lola who now had her hands pressing deeply in her crotch, her legs unable to close due to the sheer size of her distended bladder which was taking up the space between the tops of her thighs. “Hold on Lola, a few of us are going to help.” Michelle said as they one by one hooked themselves up to a new tube. The eight desperate women knew this was the right thing to do, but it was going to make it so much harder for them to hold for themselves. “Ok, you can let go now” Sophie said, the last to be hooked up. “But only a bit, I cant take much more” Lacey and Melody said in agreement. “I can hol…hol…hold it” Lola stammered, her body being shaken to its core by the powerful pulses from her over taxed bladder. “Don’t hurt yourself, you told me the same earlier and Its because of me you are in this position, let us help”. Sophie said, noticing a tear falling from Lola’s eye as the pain became too much. A moment later a dribble of pee entered the tube, not enough to even make it to the others. But gradually as if she was prying the door to her bladders open it picked up speed and after a few seconds a solid stream started to flow into the tube. The eight women attached to her groaning as their already full bladders took the brunt of Lola’s erupting tank. “Ok, ok, ok” Please. That’s all I can take” Lacey begged just a few seconds later, her hands gripping onto the side of the nearby table. “Im stopping, im stopping” Lola said, but the river continued. “Im too full” Melody groaned, her own tired muscles complaining loudly having lost control minutes before. But after just 15 seconds the stream in the tube stopped, Lola somehow regaining control over her titanic bladder. From the outside it seemed that the pee had barely made a dent, her bulge barely reducing if at all. Despite that it seemed to have really helped Lola. She was still breathing heavily, her face and chest red with exertion, but her posture and expression looked far more relaxed now. The opposite of Sophie, whose eyes were wide a she stood unmoving. Breathing heavily through her nose Michelle was worried she was about to loose it too. But somehow, she held on. “What is going on here?” Sandra asked, appearing out of nowhere once again. “We need to go on break, now” Michelle replied, all to aware that the minor relief Lola was feeling would be gone in minutes. The forks of pain in her own bladder transforming into a solid stabbing sensation, causing her to wince. “Well, its only an hour till we close. Seems a bit pointless to let you go now” Her boss said callously. Her apparent disregard for Lola and her’s feelings boiling her blood. Half Michelle’s mind wanted to pin Sandra down and connect her up and let the entire staff empty themselves into their boss who clearly didn’t care about them. She would enjoy watching as the 11 of them filled her up with the dozens of customers worth of piss still coursing through their bladders. “We are going. We are legally owed a lunch break, which we will be taking now.” Michelle said, not taking a no for an answer. Aware of the fact the deep pulses from her bladder getting worse by the moment. She couldn’t imagine what Lola was going through or for that matter what Sophie was going through, the ordinarily pee prone blonde holding far more than she would have thought she would have been able too. “Well, I guess you have been here all day.” Sandra conceded. “Oh thank god” Melody breathed out, her own bladder just as full as it was before the rush of fans despite losing control. “Can you grab these guys things?” Michelle asked Melody, aware that the less the three of them had to move the better. Herself, Sophie and Lola teetering on the edges of control, their bodys trembling and fighting them to ,make them release their bladders. “Yeah sure” Melody said, racing off to the staff room as fast as her full bladder would let her. Returning a few moments later she had a slightly worried look on her face. “I think we might have a problem” ,she said holding up the skin tight leggings Lola had worn to work that day, there was no way they would fit her massively bloated body now. “I picked the wrong day to wear those” Lola half joked. “What are we going to do?” Melody asked, bobbing on the spot as Lola’s leggings flapped in her hand. A dinging noise alerted the group, the front door opening once again as a pair of gruff men walked in. “Hi, sorry to bother you, could we use a bathroom please. You’re the only place still open.” One of them said. Lola’s eyes went wide, she had just filled everyone to capacity, her friends had put their bodies on the line for her. Now there were two more customers, two more bladders to empty. Her breathing became shallow, she was the only one who could do this, the others didn’t have the strength. “Yeah sure” She said standing on shaky legs, getting a worried expression from the two men as they watched the bloated woman stumble towards them. “Are you ok?” he asked “I yeah im fine” Lola said, handing him a catheter. “Uhhhh…” He said looking confused at it. “The water main is out, if you want to…relieve…. yourselves, you can go into me.” Lola shuddered, the momentary rest bite from the others taking her load already gone. “What!” he said dropping the tube. “Sorry, no I mean, the main is fixed. We have been out there all day but the water should have come back on like an hour ago?” He asked as much as said. Now Lola’s eyes were wide for a different reason, relief was at hand if these men were to believed. “Wait, we can pee!” Melody shouted, the other waitresses looking excitedly at each other. “I…uh yeah, so can I use your toilet or…?” He asked, still looking bemused at the room full of naked, bursting women who had seemingly spent the day letting their customers pee into them. “Yeah sure its over there” Lola said pointing towards the men's room. The two engineers walking towards and pushing the door open. As soon as it swung closed a mad dash started, the quiet clunk of the wood like a starting pistol as the dozen women darted for the ladies room. They knew it only had two stalls, it would be a race to see who got their first, unfortunately for Michelle Lola and Sophie, they had found themselves the wrong side of the group. They had been about to go out the door, not to the toilets they had thought were still out of order. “Wait!” A loud voice shouted as the first hands reached the door. Walking out of her office came Sandra. “Lola, Michelle, you should go. You are both the only ones who have managed to last all day without disgracing themselves or using someone else. I think its only fair you both go first and then I guess Sophie and Lacey had better be next.” Looking at each other in disbelief, Lola and Michelle couldn’t believe it. Their boss had actually just done something nice for them. Without wanting to wait for her to change her mind the pair rushed as fast as their bulging bladders would allow them. Sophie helping Lola along the way as the other waitresses stood to the side, letting them past while they danced in line. Opening the door the pair all but fell into the stalls, the doors closing with Sophie waiting outside having helped Lola in. As soon as they sat their aching and abused bodies took over. Powerful streams erupting out of both of them, their speed and ferocity enough to make Michelle worried she was about to break through the ceramic bowl. But after a few seconds all worry’s ebbed away, her distended and giant bladder relaxing as spasms still raced through her tortured body. The pair of them groaning loudly in the absolute pleasure of finally peeing after so long and so much holding. Their groans and moans of pleasure reverberating through their stall and loud enough to enter the main room where the waiting women’s desperate dances only increased in ferocity as a response. Their twin streams continued for some time, but after more than two minutes of pure bliss Michelle was empty. Her aching muscles trembling and burning with a tired energy as if she had been working out. Pins and needs seemingly flowing across her now empty bladder in a sensation she had never felt before. Looking under the cubicle door she could see Sophie's bare feet dancing up and down as she paced around outside the cubicles. Michelle tried to stand but found no strength in her legs, taking a deep breath she pulled herself off the seat. Opening the door she let Sophie push through, sitting on the toilet and letting her own stream out as a new set of moans filled the room. Sophie hated to admit it, but it felt so good to pee! She had never really wanted to push herself to hold more, but after watching everyone hold today and realising that she could hold much more than she thought possible, she was resolute that she would hold more in the future. After just over a minute she too ran dry, all the while Lola had continued to empty out, her heavy and ragged breathing filling the room as she panted. “Oh fuck” Lola said out loud as the sound of splashing water filled the room. “Did you break the toilet?” Sophie asked, flushing her toilet and standing up. “No….I think I filled it.” The end. ---------------------------- I hope you guys enjoyed this story and I did the premise Justice. All feedback is always welcome!
  7. Hey guys my name is Lara Croft, I’m a famous adventurer and explorer. Now I’ll be telling you the side of the story you don’t get to see usually. These stories will portray my naughty side that I like to hide away and I think it’s time to let it out. Two years ago I found this tomb that claims it has the key to Atlantis, yes the lost city of Atlantis. When I walked inside I could feel the cave getting hotter, I was sweating so much and after stopping to breathe. I accidentally leaned back and broke the wall and it revealed to be a pool of lava, no wonder why it was so hot. I continued on, but it was no use the heat of lava made me not concentrate properly as I almost fell down a cliff, so what I did was I stripped completely nude and it helped so much. I felt so much better, I could concentrate better on the objective and after walking on the edge of the cliff I really had to spend a penny (this usually happens when I over hydrate myself). I’ve never been a fan of tinkling in ancient tombs and that’s the reason why I love wearing nappies and I wear them because I’ve got such a weak bladder. Now this hasn’t been a good friend to me because usually when I have to hide somewhere my stupid bladder likes to empty there and I cannot forget the time when I had to crap so badly and I fart giving away my position and the I shat myself tied up. So I soldiered on, I walked past countless traps and booby traps, I could feel it growing and I could feel how desperate I needed to powder my nose. In a few seconds I made it to the main room where the key was stored, as I walked slowly towards it a wave of desperation struck me, I knew I wouldn’t make it and there is no way I’m putting my nappy back on because I was intrigued for some reason to pee in an ancient tomb for the second time. You’ll probably be wondering what happened the first time, well what really happened was... On my first expedition I drank too much water that I really, really had to go and then couldn’t hold it in any longer and I wet my cargo pants. So I grabbed the key and nothing happened after taking it and I definitely could not bare it anymore, so I bend down and popped a squat and weed in seconds. Also something you should know about me is that this is my fetish, I love to purposely hold it in longer and I extremely love it when I can’t hold anymore back. Then all I remember afterwards is hearing a big WHACK! and then waking up in a camp, I knocked unconscious and I woke up in bondages and I didn’t finish emptying my bladder! I was fidgeting so much as I could even squeeze my bladder (a trick I find helps hold it in better) because of chains that covers my naked exposed pussy and there’s no way of taking it off by just yourself. I guy came in shortly after that and already peeked inside my bag as he started name calling me “diaper girl”, now these guys know my secrets. Now I see this guy looks up at me and I can spot a boner, I then seduce him to come closer and force him to take off the chains, but he didn’t want to and I got so fed up with him. But then I hear a dripping noise and I realised that I’m weeing, he then take it off for me then and then I realised that he is wearing a mask and he takes it off and it’s my good friend Jonah, who is usually my hero when I’m a damsel in distress. To Be Continued...
  8. No Time Hilary looked at her iPad as she walked up the long path to the next house. She sighed to see she was still nowhere near target and would have another long shift. Being paid per meter reading was great in an area where many were home all day, sheltered housing, council housing estates and the likes, but here in a huge new built area where everyone was out at work it meant a long day trying to reach target. In didn’t help that today was Friday and therefore Hilary couldn’t just call it a day and hope to catch up tomorrow. She still had 45 meter readings to do and she just had to keep on working until she had them. If only electric meters were outside like gas ones she would be fine but, of course, they had to be inside and she needed entry to another 45 houses before she could finish. Dressed in smart uniform of company navy trousers, a blouse with company logo, a suit jacket and flat black shoes and carrying a company iPad over her shoulders with an ID lanyard round her neck, Hilary was certainly feeling the heat. She walked back to her car and moved along to the next crescent full of detached and semi-detached new houses. Checking the time she took 15 minutes to eat a pre-packed sandwich, an apple and to drink a bottle of water. It was 12:30 and if she wanted to finish by dinner time she couldn’t break for long especially as she’d so far only managed to get ten households in and therefore just ten readings. Hot and tired she removed her suit jacket and left it in the car and headed out to start the next street. 40 minutes later she returned to the car to move it again having only managed to get four more readings. The large sprawling new area was split into six areas by different builders and Hilary started her engine, drove around the area she had just walked round and moved into the area across the way to try there. Needing the toilet slightly she hoped to at least find a few more people home this side. Before getting out she checked her postcode allocation hoping there might even be a small area of rented houses somewhere that might speed her up but alas her only allocation was the new build area. The afternoon heat was giving her a slight headache so Hilary opened another bottle of cold water from her in-car cooler and drank most of it before getting out the car. Her long hair was wet at the neck with the heat and not for the first time Hilary wished the company would allow hats on hot days. Every house here was detached again but at least the driveways were shorter and within half an hour Hilary had managed to get to 15 doors, though only managing to read 2 more meters. What was even more annoying was her growing need for a bathroom. Normally Hilary would drive to a nearby supermarket or petrol station and use the facilities there but with so many readings short if she wanted home for dinner there just wouldn’t be time, not at the rate she was getting doors answered today anyway. She tried ignoring her bladder but with so few doors being answered that wasn’t easy. Finally she got a homeowner in and read another meter! But she still needed 39 more and it wasn’t looking hopeful. She looked back at her car and decided to walk round to the next street and not bother moving the car this time. The streets here had wide driveways and little space between houses so finding a place to park without blocking access would be difficult and with so many meters still to read every minute counted. Hilary could feel her bladder filling as she rang the next bell. She moved slightly from foot to foot subconsciously as her mind preoccupied itself with her growing need. Having waited a few minutes and seeing no vehicles in the drive again she reluctantly moved on. The next house was the same. The next the same again. What a frustrating afternoon! Finally Hilary had two houses in a row with someone home but by now bending over to read electric meters was pressing against her bladder increasing her need. By half way along the long street Hilary was finding things increasingly difficult. Standing still waiting for doors to be answered was not happening much at all and to make matters worse she was getting further and further away from her car. Ringing the bell at number 61 Hilary could think of nothing else apart from how much she wished she could spare the time to pee. When an older gentleman answered the door unexpectedly Hilary jumped and crossed her legs. As if to make matters worse just inside the door Hilary could see a small downstairs toilet door open and she had to look away. How she longed to be able to just ask to use the bathroom but the risk the gentleman might report her and she would lose her job was too much. Hilary showed her lanyard to the gentleman and told him what she was there for. ‘Of course! Come in! The cupboard is just here next to the toilet.’ Hilary wished he wouldn’t say that word. Just the word sent a spasm from her bladder and she crossed her legs again as she bent over to read the meter. ‘Is it ok if I access your gas one now?’ ‘Yes, of course! It’s out the back. Just follow me.’ Hilary followed behind moving constantly as she did. Seeing a toilet right beside her had intensified her need so much but she really had no time to go. She quickly read the meter and thanked the man as she inputted the details onto the iPad. Walking back through the house she glanced longingly at the open toilet again wishing she had the time to find somewhere to go. As the older gentleman closed his front door Hilary bounced on her feet trying not to pee dance in a public street but bursting to go. Spurred on by finally getting someone home Hilary rang the next bell standing with one leg in front of the other, subtly rocking back and forth while she waited. Amazingly it was answered too and Hilary flustered over her words with trying to hold her bladder and the unexpected answer. Again she was invited in by an older lady and as before the house also had a toilet just by the electric meter though this one was closed. Just the sign ‘toilet’ on the door though made Hilary cringe as she longed to be able to use it. She read both meters promptly and walked out anxious not to show how close she was to having an accident. Now incredibly keen to use a toilet, but aware she still had so many readings to do and no time to go, Hilary decided to cross the road and at least head back to her own car. It seemed a tiny dot in the distance with so many houses and so much time before she would get there. She rang the first door bell on the other side pressing her thighs tight together as she did. Like so many before there was no answer and Hilary hobbled to the next house. She curled her toes in her shoes as she tensed all over as she yet again rang another bell and yet again had no answer. Sweating and worried Hilary looked down the street to her car then checked the screen on her company iPad trying to work out what to do. Even without trying any more doors she was no longer sure her bladder could hold back until she reached her car, got in and drove somewhere with an open bathroom. Time wasn’t on her side at all. She decided to try one last door and then head back to her car. She walked down the wide empty driveway and rang the bell as usual, stepping from foot to foot and bringing one leg up behind her. It was now almost 4pm and she’d been holding her bladder for hours with no time to go. Checking no-one was looking she hid a hand behind her iPad and gave herself a tight squeeze. It helped but as soon as she removed her hand her need to pee intensified greatly. Unfortunately for Hilary it was another time with no-one home and she decided that she just couldn’t afford to wait any longer so headed back towards her car. Just then Hilary’s company phone rang and whilst briskly walking down the road Hilary answered. She tried to hide her moans and struggle but her intuitive boss must have picked something up. ‘Are you ok there Hilary?’ ‘Y....yes...it’s just....it’s just I haven’t managed to get enough people home and....’ ‘Is it the postcode? That’s the new build estate you are in isn’t it?’ ‘Yes...just so few home during the day...been here all day....sorry one second...’ Hilary stopped to once again grab herself, now not even bothered if anyone saw. She just had to get into her car quickly and get to a toilet. She had to! ‘Listen Hilary you are one of our best workers. You have a proven history and this isn’t your fault. I was thinking how about I ignore your targets this week and adjust your hours next week. I was thinking that area might be better to do at night? How would you feel about starting much later next week and working through to 8pm? I’ll make it worth your while with a bonus as we need to try and get more accurate readings for that area. What do you think?’ Hilary wanted to cry, partly with relief at the thought of her target being reduced and party because her bladder was about to burst. She put her key into the door of her car and climbed in the drivers seat as her boss waited for a reply. ‘Yeah. I think...I think that’ll be fine.’ In the car Hilary immediately put both hands between her legs and kneaded her vagina in utter desperation. She tried to hide her moans but couldn’t help taking a deep intake of breath as she felt another strong surge from her bladder for release. ‘Hilary? Hilary? Are you definitely ok there?’ ‘Mmmmm....yeah....it’s...it’s been a very long day.’ ‘Hilary you need to look after yourself. Finish up for today and go home. Don’t worry about the time or your targets. I’ll sort that for you. You’ve done your best and some days just don’t go to plan. Ok?’ Hilary put her keys in the ignition as she tried to get comfortable enough to drive, her eyes filling with tears. With her bottom firmly pressed back as far as she could in the seat, her thighs tightly squeezed and her bum cheeks clenched she hung her mobile on its stand and indicated to move out. Unaware she still hadn’t hung up and neither had her boss she let out a whimper as a long spurt of urine squirted out into her underwear. ‘No....please no....’ ‘Hilary are you ok? Talk to me...’ ‘I’m ok.I’ve had an accident but I’m ok.’ ‘Hilary? Hilary? Do you need me to come pick you up? Is the car ok? What happened? Do you want me to call the police?’ Hilary whimpered more as she grabbed fruitlessly between her legs with one hand as urine surged out of her running down her legs, dripping off the seat and soaking her trousers completely. ‘No! No! The car is fine. I am....ok...it wasn’t the car...sorry need to go. Have to drive. Next week will be fine. Thanks!’ Hilary pressed to hang up the phone, her eyes crying with sheer relief. Next week she would be much more prepared and she’d MAKE time to pee regardless of any targets. For now she just needed home and sorted and to have a much needed coffee.
  9. Authors Note: Hey guys I want to let you know that these stories are not going to be continuous, but it will just maintain a new plot instead of continuing that first storyline. MCU Wetting/Messing Story Chapter One (Captain Marvel and Female Avengers): On a dark and stormy day in New York, Captain Marvel lay fast asleep in her bed and she looked so peaceful laying there, but not for long. It was 6:00 Carol’s usual time to get up, but when she got up she felt very hot and that’s when she found out that she wet the bed. Carol got out of bed and stood there naked (one of her kinks) observing her mess. She couldn’t believe it that she pissed the bed she hasn’t done that since the age 13, she stripped the bed down and took the wet doona and sheets off to put it the washing machine. She was lucky that the other Avengers only wake up at 7, but still she had to maintain a stealthy plan. She walked as slightly as she could and she was going so well and then archived her goal without waking everybody up. She placed it in and silently tiptoed back to her room to be naughty. Now safe and sound back in her room she pulled out something that was stashed away and it was a packet of adult sized diapers. She put it on and went to the kitchen we’re she forced herself to drink non stop refills of water and after doing that she was absolutely desperate to pee. She raced to the nearest bathroom, which was the one just next door to the kitchen and locked the door. Inside she turned on the lights and watched as she pisses herself in her diaper. With a hour to spare she couldn’t wait to be naughty, anyway Danvers wanted to see if Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch) was into wetting herself as the other day because of her had an accident on an mission and wanted to see if she loves it or hates it. So she locked all the bathrooms in this area thinking she will trick her into wetting herself and made all other bathrooms near Hulk’s lab men only and most of the female Avengers won’t be resorting to the men’s as most desperate females would. ——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— The time now was 7 o’clock and Danver got dressed in her usual cardigan, which consisted of a white v-neck T-shirt, light blue jeans and a beige jacket. Scarlet Witch was the first one to come out, then Black Widow, then Shuri, then Gamora and then she couldn’t keep count and the plan malfunctioned because they all had to pee. By accident Carol created this long line of her female companions, but it was so cute to see Shuri looking like she was going to explode. But there one thing wrong with this and that was to lie and make them believe that someone was inside there. “Open this fucking door!” Said Wanda with tears rolling down her eyes she knew that she wasn’t going to hold it in for much longer and then Danvers went to do her job. There was a little secret opening on the side of the bathroom and she was in, “Hi Wanda, I’m sorry to tell you this but you need to hold on longer.” Said Carol and Wanda replied hesitantly, which made her voice seem shaky “CCCarol II don’t thiiink I’ll make it, I can’t hoold it inin ffor muuuch longgger.” Before Carol could speak, Wanda erupted her pyjamas pants suddenly become saturated and she felt so embarrassed by this that she raced to her room crying. Most of the other desperate girls tried to stop the urge to go because one of them failed, but it was inevitable that it would happen and it did Black Widow lost all control and peed in herself in her red satin pyjamas, Shuri looked like the next one to lose control because she’s looking like the most desperate out of them all. She was biting her lip and had her hand wedged between thighs, she was the most desperate because she would purposely wet the bed everyday, but she didn’t today because she chose not to. But now she is trying not to show that she wants to wet herself and she usually loves to wet herself in a bathroom to isolate herself from everyone else, but she didn’t think she will today. “I am the most deadliest woman in the whole galaxy and I am asking you kindly to hurry the fuck up, please.” Gamers spoke those words as she begged for a chance to use the bathroom and nobody thought that they were going to make it. Wasp had enough and ran straight for her room to put on a diaper and released in there instead. The queue dramatically died done with many people leave and finding alternatives to go in, but the queue only consisted with Shuri, Wanda, Valkyrie and Gamora now. Valkyrie was so drunk that she wasn’t even paying attention to how her bladder is filling up and upon that she was the next victim. Wearing nothing but a bra and panties and only just realised then that’s she was wetting herself. As Valkyrie left them, Gamora and Shiri would not stop. Shari must’ve banged that door a thousand times, she totally desperate to pee and it looked like she was more desperate than the most deadliest woman in the whole galaxy. In a matter of seconds she was leaking spraying squirts of pee into her blue satin pyjamas, the young princess of Wakanda panicked, every time she tried to stop thinking about it her urge grew. Gamora felt her squirts escape her and was devastated by this, she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold this in even if she had all the time in the world. The door flung open Carol was shocked to see so many people left and ran out of the bathroom. It was the perfect time for the two desperate girls to do the job, they locked the door and fought for the toilet and Gamora got the toilet and Shuri had nothing. She quickly scattered around the bathroom for somewhere to go and in seconds Gamora started forcefully peeing into the toilet. Shuri got her idea, she was going to go in the sink, her dirty desire of holding it in through the night and wet herself in her pjys tomorrow morning in the bathroom changed. She quickly lifted herself up onto the table top and moved the tap to the back and released her desperate urge into it. It was so fucking warm, every drop of it she couldn’t help, but moan in joy at the sound of her sweet relief. Two hours later... It was breakfast and while eating the girls went to where Danvers was sitting and asked her why she was so long in the toilet today and she smartly said to them “I was constipated.” The girls feel for the lie and sat back down and thus have left them with waking up with a distasteful start to the day. The End
  10. Difficult clothing Mary-Jane was every bit as excited for her five year old daughter’s birthday as her daughter was. She’d been planning it for months, the cake had arrived and a huge box of items was packed. Most of the forty invited kids had confirmed their attendance and all that needed done now was for Mia to wake up, unwrap her gifts and get on her new clothes. Mary-Jane drank her morning coffee looking at the huge pile of wrapped gifts on the couch and listening for signs of Mia waking. Finally she heard her coming downstairs in her new pyjamas with ‘I am 5’ on, deliberately bought so they would look great on the photos. As an only child Mia was spoiled but Mary-Jane couldn’t resist and determined that her precious child was worth every penny. Mia excitedly opened present after present while Mary-Jane snapped photo after photo. The rustling of paper and the huge pile of packaging wasn’t the picture image Mary-Jane wanted so she bagged the rubbish quickly, ordered the gifts in a decorative fashion and had Mia pose smiling in front of them. That’s how it should be and that’s what mattered to Mary-Jane. Her phone buzzed with family FaceTiming and Mia delighted in showing off to aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents all of whom doted on her enormously. Meanwhile Mary-Jane rustled up some pancakes and juice for her darling daughter then left her eating and playing while she showered, did her make up and got ready for the party. Despite being on the larger side with especially large breasts Mary-Jane knew how to show off her curves and her shoulder length hair was styled to the last follicle. She then returned downstairs, washed Mia with a flannel and put on her new party dress that had set her back almost £50, pleating her hair and adding glitter for final effect. Mia looked every bit the princess her mum knew she was. She gave Mia juice and a biscuit, warning her not to spill anything on her outfit and had a glass of juice herself. Mia grabbed one of her new toys to take with her and off they headed in the car for the party, Mia excitedly chatting away in the rear. A few faithful family and friends were already there putting final decorations to the hall and they helped Mary-Jane in with the large LOL doll cake, LOL themed party bags, napkins, plates and even masks for the children. Mia played with a balloon happily with her cousin while set up continued. ‘Are the party organisers on their way Mary-Jane? I thought they’d be here by now?’ Mary-Jane checked her phone but just then a couple arrived with bin bags, balloons, and a huge suitcase. ‘Sorry we are a little late! It’s been one of those mornings. Don’t worry we’ll have everything set up in ten minutes.’ Mary-Jane caught up with friends as the party organisers busied themselves setting up music, lights, a bouncy castle, a ball pit and pinning up decorations as the couple were in and out the room getting more and more things. Just as they confirmed they were ‘good to go’ more children arrived and Mia got more and more excited seeing school friends, neighbours, girls from her dance class and both boys and girls from her art class, all bringing cards and gifts and running to play. As the party got fully started by the hosts the male from the couple asked to speak to Mary-Jane so she broke away from the crowd and stood outside the room briefly. ‘Hi, we have a bit of a problem. I know you paid for two mascots but unfortunately we can only provide 1 today. We’ll give you a discount today but I wanted to ask if you preferred Queen Bee or Lux? Does your daughter prefer one over the other?’ Mary-Jane was almost in tears! ‘No! No! She NEEDS to have both! Mia has to have two because her friend only had 1 and I promised her TWO at hers! This really isn’t acceptable at all!’ ‘ I am so sorry mam! We do have both outfits here and if anyone would be willing to use one I will happily let them. I had someone lined up but they have taken ill at the last minute I’m afraid. Company policy is that anyone using the outfits must be vetted for security though? Do you have any school teachers, dance teachers etc here that might help?’ Mary-Jane tried to think. ‘No! No! It’s my mum and dad and my sister and brothers and a couple of parents but no-one like that! Look there HAS to be a solution. Mia HAS to have both Queen Bee AND Lux. It’s her birthday!’ ‘I can’t apologise enough mam. The only other thing I can suggest is that maybe if you were willing to be one? As Mia’s mum of course you would be exempt from needing vetted as you can, of course, have close contact with your own child. I am sorry it’s just all I can think of.’ Mary-Jane thought for a moment then nodded. ‘Ok. I’ll do it. I will not allow my child to do without. Just let me know when I need to put it on. I assume it’s easy enough? So it’s like 5-10 minutes at the end or something right?’ ‘Oh that’s great! Well actually I like them to be out for at least twenty minutes dancing with the kids, getting photos etc. The kids LOVE the mascots so much. It can be hard for us to get them away to be honest!’ ‘Oh. I understand. As I say just say when. I’d better get back. Mia will be wondering where I am!’ In fact Mia was too busy having fun with her friends to have even noticed her mum had briefly left the room. Mary-Jane whispered to her mum and sister what was happening asking them to take copious photos of Mia with the mascots before taking photos of all the children having fun herself. The party hosts were doing a great job keeping the kids entertained playing games and dancing. In no time at all the kids were guided to sit down for drinks and snacks and Mary-Jane had a quick glass of diluting juice as the hosts and family gave out crisps, sausage rolls, nuggets, cocktail sausages, pizza, cheese, sweets and sandwiches to every child. Mary-Jane was just taking more photos when she had a tap on her shoulder. A nod from the party organisers told her it was time. In a small side room Mary-Jane was handed a huge LOL costume including shoes, full head gear and padding. ‘Can I just nip to the ladies first?’ ‘Can you wait? It takes two to get these things on. We are due on in six minutes and as soon as you have it off you’ll be free the rest of the party.’ Mary-Jane thought for a moment before opening the costume fully and starting to pull it on. There was a huge padded body suit including arms and padded gloves, a full over the head part, trousers, and even padded shoes. She started by pulling the trousers on then climbing into the body part, grateful that it wasn’t too tight against her fuller body. ‘How does this fasten then?’ ‘They zip up the back. I’ll do you and then if you could do mine? You put the feet on next and the head on last. It’s sweaty in these mind but the kids faces are so worth it’ Mary-Jane pulled the sleeves to her shoulders, the padding making her even larger than she was in every area. She hobbled towards the female party organiser who quickly zipped her up at the back. ‘Take your shoes off. It’s much easier to get the feet on in just socks and keeps the material cleaner’ ‘Ok’ She climbed into the feet pulling them tight on and then shuffled to zip up the organisers costume. She then pulled the head over her head and tried talking, which was almost impossible. She pulled the head over up slightly. ‘Do I look ok?’ ‘Perfect’ ‘Cool because I really should have went to the toilet first! So in, dance, photos and out? 15 mins tops? Not sure I can stand the heat much longer than that!’ ‘Yip. Should be fine. Right let’s go!’ Mary-Jane peeked into the hall through the eye holes of the mascot outfit seeing the forty or so kids sitting on the ground avidly looking at the entertainer who appeared to be be playing some sort of LOL themed game with the thrilled audience. Lux stepped in first and Mary-Jane followed as Queen Bee in her huge golden puffy dress up mascot outfit. Wether it was nerves or just genuine need she wasn’t sure but suddenly he felt incredibly desperate to wee! Now wasn’t the time! Mia needed her. It took just one child to notice the mascots and the children all ran excitedly to see them. Not being used to the sudden charge of children in a padded costume Mary-Jane almost fell backwards. Thankfully, Lux was more prepared and put her arm out to stop the children. As expected the children loved the mascots and Mary-Jane found herself beaming and emotional as she heard Mia’s little voice squeal with delight. She got caught up in the moment dancing and hugging the children and standing for so many photos. Despite her aching throbbing bladder she just couldn’t pull herself away from the adoring children. Eventually after almost twenty minutes someone guided her out the room by which time someone had already taken Lux back to the changing room and unzipped her. Mary Jane walked in and pulled the head gear off panting for air. ‘Geez these things are hot. And goodness I am bursting for the loo so bad! Can you unzip me? Thanks!’ It took a lot of effort to pull the dress off with its long full length sleeves and padded gloves and as soon as Mary-Jane could she moved from foot to foot and grabbed between her legs. ‘I wish I had went to the toilet before doing that! I had to concentrate so much in there to keep it in. God these things are murder to get off aren’t they?’ ‘Yip. Listen we don’t want us both coming out here at the same time or one of the smart kids will guess it was us as the dolls. I’ve just got these shoes to get off then I’ll head back in. It’s straightforward to get off now. See you in a bit. And well done!’ Before Mary-Jane could protest the woman left her alone with padded shoes and dress trousers still to get off. By now frantic to pee Mary-Jane danced around from foot to foot trying to undo the ties of the padded feet unsuccessfully. ‘Dear God I have to pee so bad! Come off! Hurry up!’ Finally one foot loosened and Mary-Jane slipped it off. Hopping and trying to hold herself she put the other foot on a chair but as she bent forward to undo the ties she felt a spurt of pee escape her crotch. Grabbing herself she tried pushing hard between her legs but the mascot trousers, her leggings and underwear formed too many layers to get enough pressure. She yanked hard at the shoe and pulled it off. Now all that was left was the tan trousers. Mary-Jane cursed as she tried to undo the clip at the waist that held them up, but it wouldn’t budge. The costume wasn’t designed for someone of her build despite being elasticated. She tried again jumping up and down in panic and urgency to urinate. ‘Come on! Come on!’ Unable to leave to room in case a child from the party recognised the character mascot trousers and with no-one to help her Mary-Jane tried a third time, even trying to nudge the trousers down with the clip closed. Her thighs were just too big though and she just couldn’t stay still. She sat on a plastic chair bouncing her knees and legs frantically trying to think what to do when another strong bladder spasm hit. With her legs spread apart she leaned forward in the chair, her hands on her knees and her teeth clenched. Another longer spurt rushed out uncontrollably, then a four second pause before the damn burst its banks completely . Mary-Jane could feel the warmth and liquid rush through her thong, pour into the crotch of her leggings then run down her leggings and soak through the mascot trousers. She sat there frozen to the spot as her bladder completely emptied, her face red with embarrassed but her mouth no longer clenched and tense. Quickly she then stood up, stepped forwards, undid the suit trousers, pulled them off and wrapped them altogether with the rest of the mascot outfit in the bag and ran to the ladies next door where she washed her hands, splashed her face with cold water and used the hand dryer as much as possible to dry her leggings whilst still on. Thankfully being black and having faced forwards most of the damage was down the inside legs, the crotch and her bottom. She left the ladies and looked in on the party which was just finishing. Whilst the children said goodbye to the organisers Mary-Jane slipped in grabbed her coat and tied it round her waist to hide any visible signs of her accident. She paid the organisers cash and tipped them well hoping the suit trousers would dry before they noticed what had happened. ‘Mum, mum, wasn’t that brilliant! Did you see Lux and Queen Bee mum? I won pass the parcel! Oh and can Kyra come and play, please mum...please?’ Kyra’s dad approached smiling with Kyra by his side. ‘If her dad says that’s ok?’ ‘If you don’t mind Mary-Jane?’ ‘No it’s fine. You are both welcome if you want. As long as you don’t mind me getting a quick shower? I’m....sweating after the party’ Kyra’s dad winked at Mary-Jane. ‘Of course not. You know I have been hearing so much about these LOL dolls today. I never knew some colour changed, some spit...and some even pee!’ He glanced down at Mary-Jane’s legs before smiling at her. ‘I wonder which one of those Queen Bee does?’ Mary-Jane laughed. ‘Apparently you only find these things out by giving them a drink. You fancy a coffee at mine?’
  11. I've gotten a few requests for commissions recently, so I decided to bite the bullet and make a commissions thread. Before I proceed, I want to take the time to thank the people of this site for their hospitality! I've enjoyed posting my art in the Galleries these past few months, and the reception I've received has been very warm. From the bottom of my heart, thank you so much. If you'd like to peruse my art, my gallery is right here. I draw original characters as well as rule 34. Any gender, but I'm biased toward female. All characters portrayed are 18+. Without further ado, here is my Commissions Menu. I offer a variety of different sets for different prices as well as art ala cart. THE WHOLE TAMALE - $120 This is my "no expenses spared" set. It's a three page sequence with color, shading, unique backgrounds (if desired), and unique poses and facial expressions for each illustration. These are full-bodied illustrations (meaning you see the character's feet). You can have up to 2 characters, then it's +$10 for each additional character. Clients who order the Whole Tamale will get 10% off their next commission from me! 3 TAMALES PLATE - $99 Similar to the Whole Tamale, but more economical. This is a three page sequence with color, shading, a single background, and one (1) full-bodied character. +10 per additional character. This is the type of set I draw the most frequently: the pose stays the same, but the facial expressions change. A typical sequence involves a character trembling, then leaking, then exploding. DELUXE DESPERATION/RELIEF COMBO - $80 One desperation pic paired with one wetting (or farting, or sneezing...) pic. 1 or 2 full-bodied characters, colored and shaded. Unique poses for each illustration, and unique backgrounds if desired. VALUE DESPERATION/RELIEF COMBO - $66 Almost the same as above, but no unique poses or backgrounds. Different facial expressions are fine. Limit one (1) character for this deal. To recap: you get one full-bodied character, one pose, and one background. You get a desperation version and a relieving version. You get full color and shading, and different facial expressions if desired. FLYIN' SOLO - $45 One full-bodied illustration with a background, colored and shaded. Starts with one character; additional characters can be added for +$10 each. VALUE ART ALA CART 3/4th's character illustration with flat colors and no background - $30 OR Full-bodied character illustration with flat colors and no background - $35 Add + 1 character - $10 Add + 1 page with unique pose - $25 Add + page with same pose - $10 HOW TO ORDER Just slide into my DMs and tell me what you'd like! We will discuss the details of your commission in private. HOW TO PAY At this time, I am only accepting payments via Cash App. When you order from me, I will give you my cashtag. Payment is made when the order is taken. Naturally, you must be 18 or older to order. ADDITIONAL INFO For full-bodied illustrations, clients will receive B6 sized pages. B6 = 1512 x 2150 pixels, or roughly 5 x 7 inches. The illustrations can be oriented hamburger (portrait) or hotdog (landscape) style, depending on what works best for the individual piece. 3/4th's character illustrations will vary in size, since the image will cut off below the knee. All clients will get high quality .png files at 300 dpi. Upon request, .psd files are available. I might send you multiple versions of the commissions, such as with and without special effects (like onomatopoeia or thought bubbles). Although I mainly draw omorashi (desperation + wetting), I am willing to draw other kinks, vanilla pinups, or plain sex. I'm honestly willing to draw a lot of "gross" stuff, but not everything. Of course, I will only post omorashi commissions in this thread. WHAT I WILL DRAW wetting+desperation (obviously) peeing in a toilet, or wherever bedwetting watersports nudity sex acts (gay, straight, whatever) hyper desperation/hyper wetting poop desperation/pants poop/pooping in a toilet (will not draw the actual poop; maybe just a brown stain in the pants) gas and gas desperation (farts or burps) adult diapers period blood semen nausea/vomiting in toilet or trashcan, ect (no roman showers) sneezing, sneeze desperation blood, light injuries medical setting any gender, including trans or nb characters any body type, including very fat or very petite characters most aged up characters within reason (example: grown up Lisa Simpson) older characters (MILFS, cougars, silver foxes, sexy grandmas, ect) rule 34 or original characters simple anthro characters simple humanoid robot characters age difference (example: teacher/college student) light bondage, gags, blindfolds, ect dom/sub spanking/flogging fantasy settings dialogue, sound effects, thought bubbles, ect possibly more! Don't know? Don't be afraid to ask. WHAT I WILL NOT DRAW underage explicit incest adult babies anything with cribs, pacifiers, bottles, ect (cute diapers are fine) graphic scat poop eating graphic gore snuff race play complicated anthro or robotic characters overly-intricate costumes and settings some aged up characters if it makes me uncomfortable (I probably won't want to draw any character from a show actually aimed at toddlers!) REAL LIFE PEOPLE. Not celebrities, not your girlfriend, not even you. This is a safety precaution in case I get catfished, so I don't end up accidentally drawing someone without their consent. The internet is scary! Fictional live-action characters are a gray area, I'll consider those on a case by case basis. I reserve the right to reject any commission request for any reason, but I won't pass judgement on anyone. Thank you for your understanding and interest!
  12. Starting a new all female desperation series with the title Reasons She Couldn't Go. This is story one. Enjoy! Broken toilet Camille stood at the bus stop with her thighs pressed together hoping the bus would arrive soon. She was tired, hungry, cold and now it was raining. She also needed to use the toilet having had to leave the office in a hurry so she wouldn’t miss the bus. It was due any moment and she hoped she would get a seat despite the fact there was already ten people at the bus stop waiting. The bus arrived and she climbed on, showing her ticket and looking for a seat. The only one available was next to a much older man who smelled of body odour and looked like he had wore the same clothes for several days. Camille perched herself on the edge of the seat, both legs in the central walkway, one crossed over the top of the other. It was hard to see out the window due to condensation but she knew she had half an hours ride ahead anyway. Sitting on the edge of the seat wasn’t comfortable but it did serve to put pressure on Camille’s most personal area which helped ease the increasing pressure from her bladder. Being a larger lady though it was cramped so Camille shuffled back a little to give other passengers more room to get up and down the bus. The journey seemed to drag in as Camille curled her toes in her court shoes and once again pressed her thighs together. She tried to recall when she had last visited the ladies but concentrating among the noise and crowd in the bus was hard and the constant patter patter of the rain on the window wasn’t helping one bit. Camille pushed her bottom back against the seat and tightened and squeezed her muscles, covering her crotch with her handbag and pressing her legs together. She thought about what her husband would be cooking for tea when she arrived home and how amazing it would feel to finally pee at home. Finally Camille pressed the bell to request the bus to stop and concentrating hard she squeezed her throbbing urethra tight shut and disembarked from the bus back into the heavy rain. Walking the half mile to her home Camille day dreamed about getting out of her wet clothes, eating dinner but most of all getting to relax on the toilet. Oh she longed for the latter so badly. Finally walking down her own garden path Camille could feel the pressure intensify between her curvy thighs. Her body sensed relieve was imminent and Camille moved from foot to foot quite noticeably as she pushed her front door open and rushed in. She pulled off her wet coat and hung it up, marching on the spot in desperation. Shouting to her husband that she was home she climbed the stairs hurriedly hoping to reach the bathroom in time before she had an accident. Bursting wasn’t the word for it right now as she felt a dribble leak into her full briefs. Unusually the door was open as Camille approached and she could hear unfamiliar noises... Camille stood and gasped as she saw a strange man, fully dressed straddling her only toilet! Here she was absolutely desperate to pee, stood at the doorway of her own bathroom but unable to go. ‘Who...who are you?’ ‘Hi mam. Your husband called me out late this morning. You have a cracked cistern I am afraid. I have had to take the old one apart and fit a new one. Your husband said to do whatever was necessary mam. I should be finished within the hour.’ Embarrassed, frustrated and even angry Camille rushed downstairs to talk to her husband. She found him, as usual, in the kitchen cooking a freshly made meal for their dinner. It smelt delicious and Camille was hungry but she really needed to use the bathroom first and wanted to know why she hadn’t been told about the plumber. Keeping her voice low so the workman didn’t hear Camille got straight right the point as she leaned firmly with one had on the kitchen worktop and crossed her legs tightly. ‘Michael why didn’t you call me? What’s going on?’ ‘I didn’t want to disturb you at work honey! I went upstairs earlier this morning to find water on the bathroom floor. I traced where it was coming from and realised there was a large crack on the toilet cistern. It must have been there a while and we hadn’t noticed. I knew it needed fixed so I called in a plumber. So what was I supposed to do? By the time we’ve had dinner it’ll all be fixed then we can relax. How was your day honey?’ Camille hated anyone knowing her bathroom needs, even her husband. It was unladylike, unprofessional and crude so she tried pretending all was fine. ‘No. No. It’s fine. That smells lovely Michael. Thanks for making it. I’ll just go get changed out of these work clothes and I’ll be back down.’ ‘Don’t be long sweetie. I’m just dishing up.’ Camille went back upstairs once again passing the toilet with its open door and beautiful toilet that she couldn’t use. She cringed and moaned softly as her vagina tingled with longing and her face flushed. She went into her bedroom and closed the door for privacy. Alone, desperate and worried she quickly stripped off her dress, tights and shoes dancing around the room and holding herself between her legs, her hands only just reaching over her curves and full body. The torture of knowing the bathroom was just next door but being unable to access it made tears form in Camille’s eyes. She looked around the room for anything she could pee in but couldn’t find one thing. Even with a hand tight between her thighs she could feel dribbles escaping. She had to wee. She HAD to. She found a floaty dress and slipped it over her large breasts, pulling it over her stomach and thighs. She didn’t normally change her underwear at this time of day but as her hand was damp she slipped off her knickers and opened her drawer for a fresh pair.As she did so a few warm dribbles ran down Camille’s thigh and down the inside of her leg. She sat on the bed and rocked and rubbed trying to hold back the huge flood in her bladder. Leaning over to reach for clean pants Camille saw something that caught her attention...sanitary towels! She quickly pulled one out the packet, tore it open, peeled the sticky part and inserted it into her fresh underwear. At least that might protect from the drips and leaks she was now constantly releasing even against her best efforts. As she stood to pull the pants up a much longer spurt shot out between her thighs and landed right on the sanitary towel. Camille pressed her hand hard between her legs and danced around the room but alas another even longer spurt escaped again and Camille could feel the protection damp against her now swollen and red vaginal lips. If only she could just use the bathroom...NOW... ‘Honey that’s dinner ready!’ Quickly Camille peeled the damp towel out, folding it around itself and pushed it back into the wrapper. She hid it in her knickers drawer before immediately inserting another towel. She just hoped that would be enough to keep any leaks hidden as she tried holding the rest of her bladder’s contents through dinner. She grabbed herself again and leaned over the edge of the bed with the bed frame wedged between her legs and rocked. Oh she so badly had to urinate...so very badly indeed! ‘On my way honey!’ As Camille lifted her leg back over the bed frame she felt pee pour into the pad more and more. She stood with her legs apart, pulled up her dress and pulled down her underwear as she watched herself pee into her own knickers and sanitary towel. She watched as the towel changed colour as it soaked up her urine then she squeezed hard as she cut the flow, tearing the second towel out and rolling it up like the first, this one much fuller and wetter than the one before. Frantically she placed a third towel in her knickers and released more until it too was soggy and heavy. Still very much bursting but at least in a better position to wait she placed a forth clean towel in her pants, pulled her underwear fully up, brushed her dress down and headed downstairs for dinner with her husband. Throughout dinner Camille squirmed, crossed her legs, pressed her thighs tightly together and swung her legs under the table. Finally the plumber came downstairs, her husband paid and he left. As her husband saw him off Camille sneaked upstairs, sat on the toilet finally and taking a deep breathe let out the rest of her bladder. It felt heavenly to finally go but before she washed her hands she remembered to collect the three soaking used sanitary towels, binning them first so they would never be seen. She loved her husband but it didn’t bear thinking about imagining him finding she had wet herself because she couldn’t go to the toilet because it was broken.
  13. Denied permission: Dana looked around anxiously for the store cameras as she browsed the dresses in the department store for the third time that day. There was a thrill to just walking out a store without paying but there was also so much skill involved too. Taking the chosen dress and another decoy outfit on top she headed confidently to the changing rooms. Dana had done this so many times. She knew exactly where to hide things, what could be worn were and how to make sure she wasn’t caught. It made her heart race with excitement as she hid the dress inside her jumper so the young girl at the changing rooms only counted one item to try on. Once in the fitting room Dana striped to her underwear, checked the garment over thoroughly for any security tags then tried it on, tucking the dress inside her underwear then carefully pulling her jeans back on and heading to the till to pay for the top that was in the sale. Dana was feeling sure of herself as she walked out of the shop and into the shopping centre then walked towards the exit. She couldn’t wait to get home and hang up her prize, adding it to the numerous other stock she had gathered from other shops in recent months. It wasn’t her fault she liked things out of her price range and it served the shops right for overpricing things anyway. She felt totally justified in her actions and was proud of her achievements. Walking through the revolving doors Dana felt a tap on her shoulder. Terrified, she tried running but with the door moving slowly she was trapped. Her arm was grabbed firmly and Dana knew she had been caught. In the police station Dana remained silent. She knew the drill and she wasn’t prepared to say anything that could be used in evidence. ‘No comment’ was her answer for everything as she protested against the force being used as question after question was shouted at her. She was known to the police anyway, a long list of offences against her name but she also knew she would still likely get released yet again and at the end of the day she would do it again. Taken to a cell Dana sat alone as the noise of the bolts closing echoed in her ear. It didn’t frighten her anymore, not like it did the first time. She also knew that because of human rights she would get something to eat and drink at government expense so there were definite perks to the situation. Sure enough water and a sandwich were there within the hour and handed through the bars. Dana consumed both and left the cup and wrapper on the floor, squashing them with her feet. An hour passed and Dana tried lying on the hard bench. She’s been searched and the dress removed and now her jeans felt a little loose but still uncomfortable on the hard bench. She shut her eyes and let her mind wander. She must have dosed as she woke with a start, suddenly in dire need of a bathroom. She ran to the bars of the holding cell and shouted out. ‘Hey! Someone needed here urgently!’ Danny wandered down to check on Dana. He knew her well and even though she was half his age he secretly fancied her. Sure she was rough and ready, a known drug user and drinker and clearly having had a troubled past, but something about her soft golden hair, her young slender body and her brazen attitude was sexy and appealing. He had a rapport with Dana but he refused to let that affect how he treated her. ‘Yes madam?’ ‘Listen I really need to pee here. You gonna let me out and escort me to the toilet?’ ‘Now madam you know I can’t do that! You know it needs to be one of my female colleagues and unfortunately they are all currently busy. I will note your request though and get someone down to you as soon as possible. Anything else I can do for you?’ ‘Is that effin’ solicitor of mine here yet? Go on! You know I won’t run or nought but God I need to pee!’ ‘I will check on your solicitor and get back to you. Now if you settle down quietly I will be back as soon as I can. Be good for once man eh?’ Danny winked at Dana who had both hands on the bars and was marching on the spot dramatically. Dana grimaced back. ‘I really am bursting Constable.’ She said softly. ‘I can see that.’ Danny walked back to reception and updated the log. He checked the details of Dana’s solicitor and gave them a courtesy call. It went to answer machine on his mobile so Danny left a brief message. He looked around for any female officers but no-one was around so he carried on with everything else he had to do, his mind wondering how Dana might be doing. Dana paced the cell frustrated and bursting. She’d had a drink at Wetherspoons at lunchtime with some mates and then another with the sandwich earlier. She checked her watch seeing it was now 7:15pm and thinking she now faced a full night in the cells again. It wasn’t comfortable but it was warm and dry and definitely not the worst place she had slept. But right now she absolutely needed to pee! She grabbed between her legs and returned to the bars shouting louder. ‘Hey come on! I need help!’ She couldn’t see much but she could hear a number of male voices and shouting. It appeared no-one could hear her. ‘Hey! Hey! Someone! Anyone! I need attention here!’ Danny took the details of the next detainee as best he could as he swore, spat and shouted throughout. He was sure he could hear Dana shouting again but over the other noise it was impossible to know for sure. He escorted his colleagues to the cell and locked the drunken man in as he heard Dana call again. This time Danny was stressed and busy and he couldn’t chat. ‘What is it?’ ‘I’m desperate for the toilet! Come on it’s been ages! You can’t leave me like this! Come on!’ ‘Sorry mam I can! Until there is a female officer free there’s nothing I can do. I will note your request and let you know when someone is free.’ And at that he walked away leaving Dana still holding herself. The pressure Dana felt was relentless and strong.she couldn’t keep still and her legs impulsively squeezed, pushed, bounced, jumped and scissored in and out as her bladder ached to piss. She stood with her back firm against the wall pressing tightly between her legs with her hands, the crotch seam of her jeans pressing tight against her thong. That would work for a few minutes but then she paced around the cell which worked for a short time then she tried sitting down on the edge of the bench rubbing and rocking. Nothing helped much at all as Dana became more and more agitated and angry. ‘I need to pee for fucks sake! What’s taking so long? They can’t keep denying me access to a toilet?’ But they did as Dana fidgeted and squirmed openly in the cell, even undoing her jeans and putting a hand tight over her vagina which tingled furiously for release. She stamped her feet and banged against the walls in need as she fought against the battle in her bladder. ‘Oh my God I am so gonna piss myself! Come on! This is crazy! I just really have to pee here!’ Dana wasn’t sure she could hold much longer as she stood once again at the bars, her legs tightly crossed. For all her bravado she hated to do this but it was an emergency! ‘Will someone please come and let me out of here before I piss myself! Come on! I’m bursting’, she screeched loudly. A minute or so latter Danny approached again. ‘Mam would you quieten down please! You are causing a disturbance. I am well aware of your situation and I have told you I have noted it down. Now there is nothing else I can do I am afraid. You can’t go until a female colleague is available and they are all currently busy.’ ‘But, but I will piss myself. Honestly. This is ridiculous! I mean I have been holding for ages now and....oh come on can’t you just take me? Please. It’s an emergency here!’ Danny couldn’t help staring as Dana squirmed openly as he caught sight of her lace thong through her open jeans even with her had continually squeezing and rubbing herself. ‘You better not pee yourself there mam. For one I don’t have the staff at present to secure you while I clear up and secondly we need a sample when you do go. So just wait ok!’ There was no way Dana was giving a sample. She had too much to hide to allow that and right now she didn’t even care about any mess. All she cared about was releasing. Another strong contraction hit suddenly and Dana found herself almost crying. ‘I...I can’t hold on much longer. Honestly Constable!’ Danny got close to the cell and stared at Dana as he whispered. ‘Just try’ Dana was so desperate her bladder hurt and she could see desire in the officer’s eyes. She screamed back: ‘I AM bloody trying but I can’t hold this! I can’t! I have to pee before I burst!’ Another strong contraction caused Dana to double over forwards holding her bladder. With Danny still standing right by the bars, his eyes glued on Dana, she gave him a sight he knew he would never forget. Dana could feel her urethra give way as her muscles threatened collapse. In an instance she grabbed at her jeans and pulled them down, crouched down in front of the bars pushing her thighs forwards as she grabbed the bar with her hand. With her other hand she pulled the tiny gusset aside of her thong and relaxed as a current of warm light yellow urine arched through the bars and landed on the corridor outside the cell. Even taking a step back Danny could feel his polished black shoes get splashed and drops of urine splash onto his black work trousers. Frozen in wonder and awe Danny stood against the corridor wall as Dana pissed for well over a minute, powerfully and sexually until she dripped a few final dribbles onto the floor by her cell as she moaned in relief. ‘So there’s your precious sample Mr! Serves you right for denying me a toilet doesn’t it!’ And at that Dana made herself decent again and sat quietly and innocently on her cell bench until she was next checked twenty minutes later, this time by a female officer who asked quietly if she still wanted to use the bathroom. Dana went anyway, knowing the next time she might need one she could be denied again. She didn’t mention the sample and neither did the officer. Neither did she mention the fact she had been denied a toilet earlier though she planned to tell, her solicitor tomorrow for sure. That’s if he ever bothered to show up!
  14. Volunteering Violet Alone in the office at gone 1am Violet made herself another mug of tea and waited for the next phone call. It was a wet night but mild, and her comfy leggings and cotton fitted top were comfy and warm as she sat in the armchair and put her feet on the coffee table as she sipped her tea. Her thoughts ran, as they often did when she was alone, to her son, seeing flashbacks of him playing in the garden as a toddler, his first day at school, the day he learnt to ride his bike as she cheered him on, the first day she found alcohol in his room, then drugs, and finally the day she found him lying on his bed unresponsive. The last one brought tears to her eyes but also brought the harsh reality of why she was here. She couldn’t save her son but maybe, just maybe, she could help someone else. The pain showed visibly on Violet. Her long think hair which could have made her look young and attractive loosely tied back with grey roots streaking through the various colours she had dyed it over the years to try and hide her secret pain. Her face etched with wrinkles making her look far greater than her 44 years. Comfort eating had grown her thighs and hips to the point she was unrecognisable from the professional woman who had single handedly worked and raised her son. Trauma had a way of ageing people, but through it all there was an inner beauty, a pureness and gentleness that made Violet shine against all odds. Violet had a heart that had room for everyone. Years of loneliness, pain and heartbreak had moulded it to such a place of self sacrifice that the Samaritans celebrated her dedication year after year and just a month preciously she had been national volunteer of the month dedicating her life and soul to preventing suicide. Violet saved lives in ways few ever understood or saw. She committed to be the person she wished her own son had called, viewing her commitment as a way of coping and making amends for past mistakes. She would never give up on anyone. The phone rang again just as Violet finished her tea. The small hours of the nigh often magnifying distress and pain in ways daylight never revealed. Violet listened. She reassured the caller of her presence as often as needed but otherwise said little. She knew people rarely needed answers, not right away anyway, they needed heard. However long that took, that was why she was there. Time moved on and still Violet listened intently and emotionally to the strangers story. So unlike her own but yet so many familiar themes: Neglect, abuse, confusion, guilt, and shame. Violet changed position in the armchair, slipping her trainers off and sliding her legs under her a little, all the time listening and reassuring and comforting. On a pad lying on the arm of the chair Violet scribbled notes. Nothing identifying, just confidential notes to remind her of the call should anything come back to her. Even at 2am protocols mattered, in fact probably more so. As the caller continued to talk Violet poured some water from a nearby jug and sipped at it. Before she knew it her glass was empty and the caller was still talking. Some calls lasted hours and Violet was used to it. You couldn’t hurry peoples thoughts or pain and often many years of stored emotions and stories could pour out in one distressed and long call. Violet sensed this was one such call. Violet glanced at the clock and noted it was 2:45am. Despite having slept much of the day her body clock seemed somehow to know the time should be that of sleeping and she stifled a yawn away from the handset. She also crossed her legs and doodled as she took notes. Still the caller needed to talk and still Violet listened on, giving emotional support and guidance and breathing a sigh of relief as the emotional state of the caller seemed less fragile now and more stable. What had started as an emergency had now calmed to a safer point. Still it would be grossly inappropriate for Violet to end the call, so to remain alert and professional Violet sipped at some more water. Again she found herself with a need to wriggle, as the chair just seemed so uncomfortable all of a sudden. Violet tried sitting to the side, sitting more upright, leaning on her arm...but still things didn’t feel right or settled. Violet assumed tiredness was hitting so she nibbled at a digestive biscuit to raise her sugar levels and sipped more at her water. It wasn’t until 3:30am that Violet realised why she still couldn’t get comfortable, why her legs felt like they had to move a lot, why she was sweating, why she could even hear her heart beating....she really needed to end the call and have a quick visit to the bathroom. But that just wasn’t to be as the tone of the call changed suddenly as Violet heard shouting in the background and worried for the safety of the caller. The caller whispered but remained on the line. Violet stood and paced the room, partly to help hold her bladder at bay and partly with the stress of the situation at the other end of the line, over which she had no control. She quietly but clearly informed the caller of what to do If their safety was in jeopardy. She reassured her over and over that she would be safe, the police would come or, if needed, an ambulance and she would be protected. Finally the shouting stopped and Violet tried to get vital information out of the caller, gently and cautiously so as not to freak her out. Violet picked up the notebook and leaned on a shelf to update the log of the call. It was now almost 4am and the caller had been on the phone hours. Violet crossed her legs, acutely aware of her body yearning for a break but adamant it would have to wait. The safety of the caller was much more important right now. Violet sat on the edge of the armchair wriggling. She waited for an opportunity to bring the call to a natural end but as the caller talked on and on Violet struggled. Volunteering in this role came with more sacrifices than just missed sleep and holding your bladder was one Violet was used to now. She sat on her foot, paced the room again, sat down crossed legged, Bounced her knee and moved around continuously. Finally the caller yawned and Violet took the chance to draw the mostly one sided conversation to a close. Maybe the caller was never lightly to have taken her life tonight or maybe she just needed to offload to a stranger, but that was Violet’s role and she did it brilliantly. Violet had to stand up. Her body felt so full, so heavy, so stretched, as she danced on the spot as she wished her caller a good nights sleep and thanked her for her bravery in phoning. Violet wrote the last few notes with one hand holding the pen and the other tight between her legs. Now off the phone the urgency to pee hit hard and strong. All that tea and water had to get out and get out now. Violet placed the note pad down and rushed out the office. It was more of a small flat than a traditional office and Violet looked frantically for the light switch to the bathroom as she rubbed her thighs urgently. Seeing the toilet she shuffled with one hand between her legs as her need to go exponentially increased. It was the middle of the night when her body ought to be sleeping yet instead it was working overtime preventing her from wetting herself. Violet was sweating as she tugged at the waistband of her leggings. What was that noise? No! It couldn’t be! Violet only needed a few minutes to pee, just enough time to release the pressure..,yet here she was seconds away from allowing her body the liberty of letting go but having to stop before she’d even started to return to the phone in the office. Violet momentarily paused, her need horrendous but what if by not answering that call it would cost a life? What if her own son had called to get no answer? The latter was too compelling as Violet gave up all thoughts of peeing and rushed back to the office to answer the phone. It took seconds for Violet to realise this caller was either high or drunk. She perched over the arm of the armchair, pressing down on the hard wooden arm hoping the pressure would help keep her bladder at bay. She rocked back and forth as a wave of pressure pressed down. She stood up and paced the room again, then quickly sat on the armchair and squeezed every muscle she had. This call was different. She couldn’t stress enough to the caller that she wasn’t Cara and she most certainly hadn’t been sleeping with his best friend. It might have been comical had Violet not been so absolutely and desperately in need of the bathroom. For the first time Violet considered hanging up on the caller. He’d never recall it and it really was an emergency. But he wasn’t for letting up. And neither was Violet’s bladder. Violet grabbed a cushion and pressed it between her legs and tried rocking. That helped slightly and it was sending tingles through her body, but she feared soaking it. She stood crossed legged but that wasn’t helping either. With her options running out fast and the drunk caller winding her up more and more Violet scanned the room for anything she could possibly use. Her eyes rested on a waste paper basket and she reached over and grabbed it. It was small, solid plastic and basic with a few uses tissues in the bottom. With the phone in one hand Violet said a few words, just enough so her caller knew she was still there, and with her other hand she struggled to pull down her leggings and pants. She couldn’t take this any longer. It was unbearable. With her leggings at her knees and her pants on top Violet listened to the drunk talk rubbish as she hovered over the waste paper basket and tried staying still. Despite her whole body throbbing with need it took almost 30 seconds before anything would leave Violet’s body. But when it did it wasn’t for stopping as pee foamed and cascaded from Violet’s body into the bin, pudding round everywhere and a fair bit of it missing and landing on the carpet. Violet just couldn’t stop though. The caller called Violet more names then hung up, oblivious entirely to what the Samaritans volunteer had been doing while he called her. Ashamed, but massively relieved, Violet poured the contents of the bin down the toilet and flushed. She dried her legs with toilet roll, washed her hands, pulled her clothes up and then cleaned the carpet. She looked at the trophy sitting on the coffee table in front of her. ‘Volunteer of the month: August 2020: Violet Brown’ ‘Taking volunteering to the next level and showing determination and ingenuity in all you face.’ Violet laughed. Tonight would be another one of those shifts she would remember, though maybe not one she would talk about to anyone else.
  15. Wriggling Wyatt Wyatt sat in the waiting area, the only male there. He wanted this job badly but knew his chances of success were lower than average both as a male and because of the colour of his skin. Yet he had the qualifications and the experience so he was determined to give it 100%. His mouth was dry so he opened his bottle of water and sipped steadily as each name was called through one by one. He adjusted his neck tie and wiped his suit trousers. Finally his name was called and he headed through for part 1: the interview. Wyatt confirmed his details and showed identification and was then offered tea or coffee, accepting a coffee gratefully. It was a three panel interview and Wyatt was pressed heavily, but despite being extremely nervous he felt pleased with how he performed. An hour and a half later and he was taken by one of the interviewers to another room where a few other interviewees sat nervously waiting too. The room had tables and chairs and a few of the others were making polite conversation but Wyatt felt different so he sat alone looking through the notes he had been given. He crossed his legs lightly feeling a bit of a need for a bathroom but putting it down to nerves. Another person was brought to the room and sat near Wyatt but said nothing. Ten nervous minutes passed before someone else came to the door and called out a few names and the relevant people gathered their things and filed out the room, leaving Wyatt and just three others alone. The atmosphere was tense and nervous and Wyatt did wonder if he could maybe slip out and find a bathroom before his name was called but just as he gathered his notes and suits jacket to stand up someone came to the door and called his name as well as the others. Wyatt followed the man down a long corridor and into another larger room where the delegates were asked to sit around a large table and help themselves to light refreshments and drinks. Wyatt opted for orange juice and a small sandwich and biscuit as his stomach churned with nerves still. With the change of room and circumstances Wyatt temporarily forgot about his bladder as he slowly drank his juice and ate the refreshments until a number of well dressed people arrived and sat at the table indicating to the delegates to do likewise. For the next hour and a half Wyatt engaged fully in what turned out to be a role playing situation as he tried his utmost to impress and show his skills whilst becoming increasingly aware of his filling bladder. He just hoped that at the end of the session he’d have a chance to use the toilet. It certainly didn’t feel appropriate to interrupt the role play to ask for a break so he wriggled, crossed his legs and squeezed to bide some time. Finally that part came to a close and one of the leaders explained what was happening next. Each delegate was to have some individual time completing an online questionnaire in a room alone to ensure there was no discussions or collaboration between delegates. Whilst one person completed it the others would be allowed a break to freshen up and get some fresh air. Wyatt breathed a sigh of relief sensing a much needed lavatory break was finally coming. He’d been holding quite some time and was so looking forward to getting to relax in front of a toilet. ‘In order of fairness we have decided to take candidates in reverse alphabetical order by forename. This means that Wyatt Jamalli, you are first sir. If you would follow me please and Helen will take the rest of you back to the room where you may help yourself to more tea/coffee, use the toilets or get some fresh air and we will call each of you through in order. We appreciate your patience and thank you all for your time so far.’ Wyatt was sure he would at least be offered a toilet break first too. Surely he had to. He wanted to ask but it felt rude and inappropriate as the person leading him hadn’t spoken a word since they had left the others. Wyatt was shown into a much smaller room where a computer was set up on an otherwise empty desk and a swivel office chair sat in front of it. The computer was switched on and set up with the screen displaying some sort of log in. The smartly dressed woman who had brought Wyatt to the room issued him with a card which had log in details on. ‘If you use this to log in please. Just start whenever you are ready. For security I should let you know that you will be watched while you complete this, no video or photos may be taken in the room and when the questionnaire is complete please press submit on the screen and someone will come and get you. You will then be taken back to the main entrance where you will be free to go. You will hear the results of your interview within three days. Good luck.’ And at that she left and closed the door. Wyatt desperately wanted to ask if he could possibly use the gents first but the door was closed before a word was even out his mouth. He had no idea how to get back to the main entrance or to where the others were, so he resigned himself to having to hold his bladder for at least another half hour. He hoped the questionnaire would take his mind off how badly he had to go. Wyatt put his suit jacket over the back of the chair and sat down, wriggling immediately as his bladder sent another urge to be emptied. He logged in using the codes given to him and began answering the questions to the best of his ability. Concentrating was difficult as fidgeted and squirmed more and more forgetting that he was being watched the whole time. The questions were in depth and required extensive answers which were making Wyatt frustrated and stressed. ‘Oh man! I so have to piss!’ Wyatt rocked on the chair, wiggling constantly from side to side and forwards and backwards, one hand pressing against his penis as he tried typing answers one handed. Getting increasingly worried he might piss himself he stood up typing one handedly as he pee danced and grabbed himself tightly. He knew he was risking losing out on a high paid and sought after job but the pressure in his bladder and between his legs was so intensive and overwhelming Wyatt was sweating and swearing under his breath. ‘Fucking hell man, this is BAD. I have to fucking piss so badly I’m never going to make it out dry!’ Wyatt could feel tears forming at the back of his eyes. His bladder was bloated making his suit trousers tight and his shirt was wet with sweat. His vision was blurred by sheer desperation that reading the questions and typing the answers was becoming harder and harder. Yet until he finished and pressed submit Wyatt was stuck in the room alone with no option of a bathroom anywhere. So he sat back on the seat swinging his legs and wriggling as he tried forming sentences as best he could. Finally he came to the last question and he almost cheered as the elusive ‘submit’ button appeared on screen at last. Wyatt pressed the button and sat with both hands pressed at his crotch, bend forward, wriggling frantically waiting for someone to return. Less than a minute later the door was pushed open by a very red faced smartly dressed lady in high heels, tights and a black dress suit. ‘Well done. I wasn’t sure you would cope with that but it seems, from what I could see anyway, that you did very well indeed. Now if you follow me I will escort you to the main entrance Mr Jamalli where you can sign out. Emmm...would you like me to show you the gents first though?’ ‘Oh God yes please! Please please tell me it’s not far..too much coffee...long day...sorry this is embarrassing...’ ‘It’s fine Mr Jamalli. I errr....I could see you have been struggling....actually there’s a toilet right next door...you could have went anytime during the questionnaire...I thought you had seen the sign on the way in...I’ll wait here for you...’ Wyatt wriggled some more on the chair with both hands still tightly wedged at his crotch as a squirt shot out against his will. He undid his trousers hook and raced out the room and into the toilet next door where he only just made it. He returned to a very red faced, well dressed, lady sitting wriggling on the very same seat he had just got up from. ‘Oh you’re back Mr Jamalli! I’d better show you out now. Good luck sir. I really hope you get the job. We could do with more determined, strong, focussed people like yourself here. Maybe we shall, meet again? It’s just along here then first right and if you hand your visitor pass to reception they will sign you out. Thanks again for coming today. You will here from the company soon. Wyatt did hear from the company. They offered him a trial which he accepted though he didn’t see the well dressed lady again.
  16. Unfortunate Uri Uriah, known better by his friends and family as Uri, couldn’t wait to see his cousins after 9 long weeks in lockdown. He’d stayed in contact via phone and internet but it wasn’t the same as seeing them in person as he’d spent his childhood and youth with them most days. Being an only child they were more like brothers to him than mere cousins. He had so much in common with them and they all regularly had lads weekends away which Uri was sorely missing too. Not keen on public transport so soon after so many had died from Coronavirus Uri dug his bicycle out of the garage and cycled the four miles to Nile and Andre’s. It was a beautiful sunny day so he put on his royal blue cycling shorts and a loose t-shirt and set off. At first a little wobbly but by the first main road Uri was loving the freedom and exercise after being at home for over two months without the gym. Nile and Andre started the bbq and filled the ice box with drinks. They set up camping chairs in the front garden making sure Uri’s was two metres from theirs. With their elderly parents inside there was no way they could risk bringing any germs or viruses in the house and as much as they looked forward to having Uri over they knew all too well that having him enter the house was not only against government rules but would go against their own common sense in trying to protect their parents. They made sure they had everything they needed including separate cutlery and paper plates so there was no sharing of anything. Unused to cycling Uri took longer than he anticipated to get to the house and arrived sweating and thirsty. It was hard not to hug his cousins or even shake their hands but he rested the bike against their fence and took his seat in the front garden in what was a very familiar house to him. He waved to his uncle and aunt through the front window and opened a can of Fanta gulping it down as he was so thirsty from the cycle over. Uri, Nile and Andre soon relaxed, eating, drinking and laughing together and enjoying being with each other. They had so much to catch up on and conversation flowed easily. None of the young men were overly interested in alcohol, much preferring soft drinks In keeping with their Indian custom and religion. That didn’t hinder them drinking and eating though as a couple of hours passed easily. Uri glanced at his watch as he opened his third can of juice, the warm sunny weather meaning he was much more thirsty than had he been inside. It was gone 2:30pm already which surprised him as time was passing quickly in the presence of family after a long departure. It seemed strange not seeing and chatting to his aunt and uncle inside but Uri asked frequently how they were and smiled as they came to the window once or twice. Not only would he love to hug them, kiss their cheeks and talk to them face to face he also wished he could enter the house to get a break from the sun, but ideally to use their bathroom too. Uri knew exactly where it was. He’s stayed over so often and knew the house as if it was his own. He could close his eyes and visualise the bathroom tiles, the stripes on the shower curtain and the white shell shaped sink. Most of all he could easily visually the clean white toilet with its doll toilet roll holder sitting on top of the cistern and the button on top that you pressed to flush. Uri’s thoughts affected his bladder quite clearly and he crossed his legs on his camping chair. However, when Miles started talking about racing again Uri was back laughing and chatting and forgetting his need again. Then another urge would hit and he’d shift in the chair again, whilst still eating, drinking and chatting. They had been outside hours when Uri noticed Andre had gone quiet. He seemed very distracted and distance with his legs crossed like Uri and his face a little tense. ‘You ok Andre my man?’ ‘Yeah you bet mate. Just all this lockdown stuff on my mind there. I think I’ll just...maybe check on mum and dad a moment if you don’t mind? I’ll be right back.’ At that Andre stood up and briskly headed inside. ‘Mum’s been a bit down some days. She’s missing her friends at the Mandir and the bingo so much. She worries about dad’s health too. And her family in India too. We think it’s hard here but it’s so much worse there you know Uri.’ ‘I know mate. It’s heartbreaking’ Uri had been thinking of heading home. His bladder was uncomfortably full and he really wanted to run into the house and use the bathroom so badly but knew he couldn’t. But it felt rude to leave Nile alone and he was hoping Andre would return soon and let him know how his aunt and uncle were. Five minutes later Andre returned looking much happier and more relaxed than before. ‘How they doing mate? Aunt Fatima ok? What about Uncle Banjeet?’ ‘Yeah they are fine mate. Mum just making tea for them when I passed her. Dad watching TV. I didn’t get to say much really as I had to run to the toilet sorry.’ ‘Oh so glad you said that Andre! I’m sitting here dying for a piss but didn’t want to leave Uri out here himself. Shame he can’t come in isn’t it. Mum would so love to kiss you Uri.’ ‘I know! I’d love to come in. You two are not the only ones with full bladders. You sure I can’t just use your toilet before I go?’ Nile looked at Uri who sat with his legs crossed and knees turned to the side. Nile was moving from foot to foot waiting for Andre to move out the doorway as he moved his eyes from Uri to Andre. ‘Andre and I agreed. We need to stick to the rules Uri. Dad could get so ill. You know mum was so worried when Boris said we could meet now. She’s hardly slept thinking of you coming over and maybe dad catching something. You know how ill he was with the chemotherapy last year.’ ‘I know. I remember. Honestly it’s fine. I’ll head home soon and go there. It’s cool.’ ‘Andre, any chance I could get past you? God I need a wizz with all this juice!’ ‘Oh yeah, sorry.’ Andre sat down chatting to Uri though Uri struggled to stay focussed as his need to go seemed to suddenly increase now he had voiced it to his cousins. ‘So when’s your furlough finishing Uri? You gonna use that bike to get to work now instead of the bus?’ ‘Not sure yet to be honest. Listen I think I’d better head home. Thanks for the food and drink. It’s been amazing seeing you...’ ‘Uri, you can’t go without saying goodbye to Nile! Man he’d go crazy! Just wait until he’s back ok?’ Uri stood up hoping the strong urge to piss might ease a little. Instead it increased and Uri paced the garden as he waited for his cousin to return to say goodbye. ‘Uri you going to be ok to cycle? You look a bit anxious my man?’ ‘I actually don’t know Nile. I’m quite desperate for the toilet to be honest with you. I never really thought about the fact I might need to go and the idea of cycling when I might piss myself is really not appealing at all.’ Uri continued pacing the garden anxiously waiting on Nile returning. ‘Shit man Just thinking about where Nile is right now isn’t helping. I’m thinking...what about if I pissed against the apple tree out the back?’ Andre sat on the camping seat laughing. ‘Uri, you cant get to the tree or the back garden without going through the house can you you idiot! Why do you think we are sitting out here?’ ‘Crap. Never thought about that. Come on Nile. Actually Andre I think I might head just now. Tell Nile I am sorry. I just needed to get home.’ ‘You bad mate? It’s just so unfortunate that you can’t just use our toilet. I know I was dying to go there and pissed for ages. It was such a relief actually.’ ‘Leave it out Andre! You are not helping here. You got a bottle or something?’ ‘No way mate! The garden is open air and there’s people walking past all the time. Even if I did have a bottle you can’t piss out here! I’ll go see if Nile is back and you can get away. Just wait a second ok?’ Uri mounted his bike glad at least for some pressure against his aching crotch. He bounced on the seat a bit anxiously trying to hold back the massive flood that wanted out. Without either cousin watching he cupped his crotch too and rubbed and pinched. Just then both men appeared at the front door. ‘Sorry Uri. It wasn’t for stopping! You know what’s it’s like! Anyway was great to see you. We’ll need to catch up again soon.’ Uri was already heading out the gate as he waved to his family and peddled fast to get home before his bladder could hold back no longer. Uri did his utmost to hold, concentrating and squeezing whilst trying to peddle and steer all at the same time. He couldn’t recall being so desperate in a long time but at least the peddling was pushing his dick about a bit keeping him from pissing everywhere. It wasn’t until Uri dismounted his cycle at his own home and went to return the bike to the garage that things suddenly changed. Now off the bike and standing up Uri experienced a powerful urge and before he could grab himself he felt a strong jet of warm liquid rush through his briefs and seep through his cycle shorts. Anxious to prevent any more wetness Uri grabbed himself tightly as he climbed the back stairs of his house and unlocked the back door. But it was too much and too late as another long jet shot out causing Uri’s hairy legs to drip with urine as all Uri could do was stand upright as his body gave in to urge after urge and hours of holding a busting bladder finally eased as his body relaxed and exploded on his own back door step. Uri turned the key and was just walking in when he heard his neighbour, a young mum who was out hanging her washing and had seen everything, shouting over. ‘Sorry Mr Yosaf. That was rather unfortunate wasn’t it?’ Uri ran inside, embarrassed, ashamed and soaking wet. ‘Damn that stupid rule of not using others toilets. Damn Coronavirus! I can’t believe I pissed myself! Oh the shame!’
  17. Tearful Theresa Theresa sat watching the Prime Minister expectantly. Seven long weeks without kissing her grandchildren, seven weeks without playing with them, pushing them on the garden swing, making them lunch and reading them stories was taking a huge emotional toll. Prior to the national lockdown she saw them daily, four days of which she had them both from 8am until 6pm to let their mum and dad work. Even on the days when either their dad or mum were off she still regularly took them to nursery, collected them or had them over for tea. They filled a hole in her heart that had been there since her own children flew the nest and gave her a reason to live. Bella and Bailey were everything to Theresa and at 18 months and 4 years old their toys, high chair, car seats, clothes, books and nappies were in every drawer, cupboard and room in the house, exactly as Theresa loved it. Theresa hung on Boris’s every word praying for hope, praying for a way to touch and hug those babies again. Every day without seeing them or being with them was breaking her and Theresa didn’t know how much longer she could go on. Yes she phoned them daily, video called them before bed and arranged small gifts to be delivered but it wasn’t the same as hugging them and the fact they only lived 2 miles away seemed to make the whole thing 100 times worse. At just 55 Theresa was so glad to have no major health issues nor be old enough to be forced to self isolate to avoid Coronavirus but, she as a law abiding citizen, regardless how much she loved her family, she knew that lockdown was needed. Still she cried herself to sleep every night missing her family like never before. Derek understood though he was still working driving lorries delivering essential food and taking every precaution possible to avoid bringing the virus to himself or his wife, even to the point of stripping off as he came in the door, much the amusement of his wife of 33 years. “From this coming Wednesday a few of the tight restrictions we have all been living with will now be eased. If you can not work from home you may return to work. You can now exercise outside an unlimited amount of times. You no longer need to exercise close to home and you may now drive to exercise...” Boris spoke on the TV. “Right ok. But can I see my babies Boris? Come on...” “We must all keep social distance at all times...” “Oh....I guess that’s it then. Here I was thinking he’d soften being a new father again Derek. I’m heartbroken...” “Let him finish woman! He might say more. Listen...” “You can now play sport outside..though only with your own family...those you live with. You may meet one member of another household outside...observing social distance at all times...you must not go into their house. You must remain outside, two metres apart at all times, in a park or outside space...and if the infection rate increases these changes will have to be looked at again. Stay alert, beat the virus, protect the NHS’ “What? Did I just hear him right? Did you hear that Derek? Did he say I can see Bella and Bailey?” Before Derek even had a chance to reply the phone was ringing. Theresa answered it with tears in her eyes knowing already who it would be. “Mum! You can see them! You can see me! Just two more days mum! Oh wait until I tell Bella tomorrow! Oh mum she’ll cry! I just know she will. Right...where and what time? Wait a second and I’ll check the weather..brilliant mum it’s to be sunny! Oh mum are you ok?” Theresa could barely speak. The very thought of just seeing her daughter, her son in law and her grandchildren in person again after almost two months of isolation from them was overwhelming. “I’m here darling. Oh Tammy! Oh Tammy! Wednesday can’t come quickly enough.” “Right mum. What about 11am before Bailey takes his nap? The children’s park is still locked and I don’t want the kids to see it but what about the river walkway down by Hyde street? You know the bench there? I’ll meet you at 11 and we can social distance and you can see the kids. It won’t be easy mum. Bailey will just want to toddle right to you as he always does and Bella will run and jump on your knee. I’ll put the reigns on Bella. She’ll hate it but it’s the only way and I’ll put Bailey in the buggy. Oh mum we can do this can’t we? We can meet and not hug? We’ll be ok won’t we? “We’ll be great sweetheart. I promise. You’re dad’s just made me a coffee! I think he reckons I need something to calm me down. I’ll video call in the morning ok. Give Jason my love and kiss those babies for me even If they are sleeping please!” “I will mum. Love you. Goodnight.” “Night sweetheart. I love you!” Theresa sipped at her coffee, exactly as she liked it and smiled at Derek. He winked back and said reassuringly, “See I told you you’d see them soon didn’t I?” “You did love. You certainly did.” ——— Wednesday morning Theresa woke alone as Derek had left early for work. She had some toast and a mug of tea and had a shower then chose her clothes carefully. Bailey loved snuggling into her fluffy fleece cardigan, it even smelt like him still but Bella loved her ‘grandma blouse’ which had a top pocket just like grandpas! Theresa smiled to herself as she put the blouse on with her loose skirt and tights and favourite flat shoes. It was a good half hour walk to Hyde Street but the fresh air would be good for her. Theresa found her favourite hand bag and filled it with treats for the children, a teddy for Bella and a ball for Bailey. Just time for a coffee and then she would leave. Theresa grabbed the cardigan that Bailey loved before heading out the door. It was sunny but a light breeze meant the cardigan would come in handy. Theresa looked out for her daughter and grandchildren as she approached their town but unable to see them she made her way to the bench and sat at one end. She so wanted to walk the ten minutes to Tammy’s but it would only take a neighbour to see and report her and Theresa shuddered at the very thought. Sitting alone by the river Theresa watched a lone duck in the water as a breeze blow her hair over her eyes. She clipped it back and pulled her cardigan closed. Maybe it was the cool air or sitting opposite the river or maybe it was the walk...but Theresa suddenly needed the toilet so she crossed her legs in the hope it would go away. As she waited for Tammy and the kids she thought about where might be open nearby that she could call in at on the walk home, assuming she might need to. Ideally she’d hold off until back home as she usually did when needing when out. Before she’d even thought where might be open Theresa heard that beautiful and special voice of Bella calling... “Grandma! Grandma...” Instinctively Theresa held her hands out to her firstborn grandchild then tears came quickly as she realised the reality of social distancing still. Before Bella could reach her she lifted out her favourite teddy from Grandma’s house and laid it on the other arm of the beach. It was hard not touching the children but after time the children and adults adapted and Theresa loved watching them and photographing them as they both investigated the river and played with the ball.Theresa needed the toilet but there was no way she was leaving her precious family having waited for this time for so long. As she watched the children she crossed and uncrossed her legs and shifted now and again on the bench. Tammy noticed and asked if she was cold but there was no way Theresa would admit her predicament to anyone, let alone her daughter. It wasn’t until Bailey became fussy that Tammy checked her watch and said she had better get the kids back home for lunch and Bailey’s nap. Torn between her now strong need for a toilet and not wanting to part from her family, Theresa could just nod as Tammy strapped the toddler in the buggy and called her daughter over. “We’ll video later mum. It won’t be much longer until it’ll be over. We’ll all be ok. I promise.” Theresa felt comforted by her daughters words but quite uncomfortable by the fact her bladder was feeling very full. She toyed with suggesting she come back with Tammy, knowing her house was less than ten minutes away but knew Tammy couldn’t agree even if she wanted. She waved tearfully as her family walked away, bouncing a knee now they were out of sight. ‘Oh I need a toilet’ she muttered quietly as she put her handbag over her head and shoulders and stood up. The very motion of standing having sat down for almost an hour send a wave of pressure through Theresa’s body. Half an hours walk home seemed out of reach all of a sudden as Theresa thought quickly about what her options were. She started walking as she decided she’d do her best to get home and go there. She’d just need to walk quickly! A few minutes later and Theresa had to pause to cross a road. The pressure between her legs was strong and she struggled to remain still. ‘Hurry up green man. Come on’ she voiced to herself, eager to keep moving as she felt in more and more need. She walked briskly, avoiding others as best as she could, her mind racing in her growing need to get home very quickly. Each subsequent road became a more difficult experience as by now Theresa could think of nothing more than getting home and peeing. Then she heard her name and looked across at someone waving to her. ‘Hi Theresa! You out for your exercise? Lovely day for it isn’t it.’ Theresa hated being anti social but she HAD to get home. She was bursting for the toilet now and every minute counted. She smiled and waved hoping this would be enough. ‘How’s Derek doing? We’re clapping for the likes of him every Thursday night you know!’ ‘Doing great! Sorry I can’t stop. Maybe see you soon! Stay safe!’ Theresa bit her lip as she briskly walked on. Her bladder ached. She pressed her thighs tightly together as she walked, hearing the nylon rubbing together and hoping she wasn’t making a huge hole in the tights. She wasn’t sure she would make it on time as her heart thumped with the stress of holding on. Just ten more minutes... At the end of the last street before her own Theresa paused for a second. There was a lane to Tesco and she hesitated as she wondered wether to keep trying for home or risk the toilets at Tesco. She needed oh so badly that she could hardly think now. What if there was a queue at Tesco? But what if she couldn’t make it home? Struggling to remain composed and aching to hold herself between her legs she edged down the path, lined on both sides by hedges of gardens. Quickly checking no-one could see she pressed a hand at the top of her thigh and bent forward in so much need. Embarrassed and emotional she stopped quickly and composed herself again as she walked sharply down the lane a little more and looked longingly at the store entrance. Was that a line of people waiting? She wasn’t sure. She pushed a leg up behind her as a strong urge rushed through her body. ‘Oh yikes. I need to go!’ she murmured sweating. Having another quick squeeze she took a few more steps before realising it was definitely a queue and she would in fact be quicker going home. Yet somehow frozen to the spot she concentrated so hard to squeeze her muscles closed and stay dry until she got home. She was frantic for the bathroom by now having been bursting for almost an hour and a half. Her bladder so full and aching and her thighs tightly squeezing with every move. In her younger days she might have risked letting a little go in the lane but she knew in her slightly older years that this would be fatal and she wouldn’t be able to stop. Determined to try and get home dry she walked quicker than before as she power walked back down the lane and onto the Main Street that ied to her own street. Seeing a couple walking a dog she put her head down and avoided eye contact as she marched quickly last them. Almost home she could feel dribbles escaping and a warmth tickling her between her underwear that teased and mocked her as she held on hard. ‘Almost there’ she cheered herself on as she finally turned into her home street. Opening her gate the thought of getting release from the pressure was almost too much for Theresa. She pushed her hand on the gate and marched on the spot revealing her severe predicament to anyone who could see. Every step down her path tortured her mind and bladder further as those few steps felt like miles upon miles. Standing at her own front door, her little porch with handing baskets and a gnome saying ‘welcome’ making her feel relaxed and relieved she dug in her handbag furiously for her key. Unable to control herself her found her other hand instinctively grabbing between her legs in a last ditch effort to hold on. ‘Come on Theresa. You’ve got this far...’ Finding the key finally Theresa pushed it into the lock and turned it as her handbag began vibrating as her mobile rang. ‘Not now...please not now...’ Theresa pushed the door open and stepped in, pulling the key out one handed and wishing her phone out with the other. She looked at the screen and saw Tammy’s name. Despite an agonising urgent need to pee Theresa couldn’t nit answer from her only daughter. What if something had happened to those babies of hers? ‘Hi’ ‘Hi mum! You sound out of breath. Are you ok?’ ‘Yes love. Just stepping inside the front door. You all ok?...actually Tammy can I call you back in a few minutes love...’ ‘I was just worried mum. You looked so stressed today. I’m worried about you.’ ‘I’m fine love. Honestly. Can I call you back love? I just need to...’ With the front door still wide open Theresa could feel tears welling up again. She was dripping again. She could feel it. Her pants were warm and damp and she was so incredibly desperate for the toilet. But something stopped her from telling her own daughter just how urgent, how desperate, how imperative it was that she got to the bathroom urgently. ‘Mum are you crying?’ ‘I’m fine love...’ But Theresa wasn’t fine. Standing just inside her own front door, with the door wide open for anyone to see who happened to pass, she could feel urine running down the inside of her tights. She wanted to scream, to cry, to run away. How could a mum, a grandma even, find herself in such a situation like this unable to hold her own bladder? ‘Mum? You’ve gone quiet. Are you there mum?’ Theresa stood in silence for a moment as her legs warmed more, her underwear filled fast and her cheeks reddened. The relief wasn’t instant, her body was trying so hard still to hold back, but she couldn’t do it any longer. She couldn’t hold it. She couldn’t refrain. She couldn’t control her own body. She took a deep breathe, sighed audible, and relaxed as the current flowed quicker and quicker between her legs, now rushing violently down both legs and polling under the feet of her tights. She stepped out of her flat shoes and broadened her legs slightly feeling the squelching and warm as she did so. ‘Mum? Mum?’ ‘Sorry sweetheart. I was....just shutting the door and picking up the mail.’ ‘Mum you sound tearful...’ ‘It’s fine love. It’s just...you know how it is when you’ve waited for something so so long and then it finally happens... but it’s not quite how you hoped it would be?’ ‘It’s ok mum. I’m sure next time will be better. As long as you are ok. I’ll video call later ok. Love you!’ ‘Yes honey. Next time will be better won’t it! Love you too!’ Theresa presses the phone off, pushed the door closed and stripped off her clothes until she was naked, just like her husband had been doing when he got home for 7 and a half weeks now. He always said it was to stop the so read of the virus but now Theresa couldn’t help but wonder if maybe, even if just once, he too had had a similar accident and didn’t want her to know? That thought made her smile as she placed her wet skirt, tights and underwear into the washing machine and headed upstairs for another shower.
  18. Squirming Stefan Stefan had never really minded his job, though currently it was far more stressful than he had ever experienced. It was made even worse by having to work from ‘home’, which really was just a bedroom in a shared apartment because house prices were too high to be able to buy his own place yet. Just the thought of moving back to his dad’s didn’t appeal one bit. His mum had left and moved abroad and dad had a string of woman he ‘dated’ despite being in his late fifties. Stefan couldn’t even imagine his dad ever ‘social distancing’ or not meeting up with woman regardless of any virus or new laws and he wanted absolutely nothing to do with that. So that left him with no choice but to buy an office desk and chair, set up his laptop and get a separate land line installed (all at work expense thankfully) in order to avoid the dreaded furlough. With nowhere to go and only an hour exercise permitted daily furlough was Stefan’s idea of hell. He needed work for his mental well-being, though right now he questioned if it really was helping as the phone rang off the hook. The holiday company had just updated their social media and webpage with another extension of closure dates and yet again a huge deluge of irate and disappointed customers were now calling for refunds and vouchers. While it could be done online Stefan knew most just needed that human reassurance and someone to vent at, even though he wasn’t personally to blame. He knew that, they knew that, but lockdown anger affected rational thought and Stefan tried to keep that in mind as he read the customer service script and did his best to reassure and sort customers out. It was only mid morning and he’d had two mugs of tea already, one just as he started and another brought in, very kindly, but his house mate, who herself was on furlough and finding herself at a loose end. As 11:30 approached Stefan rebooked yet another caravan at the coast for yet another family and shifted in his seat. At work, in the call centre, he could have left the calls to someone else for a moment and taken a quick piss break, but at ‘home’ with calls on divert that wasn’t possible. At least the company had a system in place to divert to someone else during staggered lunch breaks so he could at least get 45 minutes without being on the phone. Thankfully he wasn’t desperate and lunch was due in an hour so he just pushed on through. As soon as Stefan hung up the next call rang through immediately, a sign the company was taking way more calls than usual and that others were beginning to take their lunch breaks too. Stefan had signed in at 8:30 so wasn’t due his break until 12:30, almost an hour away yet. As he held the cordless receiver to his ear he processed yet another refund to a tearful mum as he heard several children playing and crying in the background. He signed off and quickly poured himself some water from a jug as the next call started ringing right away. The constant talking was making his mouth so dry and Stefan sipped at the glass through the next few calls. Stefan unconsciously shifted in his seat as he glanced at the alarm clock on his desk. Still 45 minutes before he could log off and he could really do with going to the toilet. With no luxury of colleagues to cover, or even an en-suite bathroom, Stefan swung his legs under his office chair and carried on professionally. Time passed and Stefan caught himself looking at the clock far more often.Sitting on a three wheeled fabric computer chair crossing his legs just felt uncomfortable and made reaching the laptop very difficult. Instead he wheeled the chair nearer the desk and crossed his ankles in front of him, stretching his legs out and touching the skirting board in front of him with his toes. That helped for about a minute before he felt a strong need to shuffle in his seat, raising his bottom off the seat then back down again. All the time he continued on his calls, apologising to customer for their wait and refunding or issuing vouchers in whatever way he could. Most were reasonable, though some were more challenging. The only thing keeping Stefan going was the thought that in 35 minutes he could log off and get a long and satisfying pee in the only bathroom in the apartment. Another call came through and momentarily Stefan felt he needed to stand up. He leaned forward leaning his elbows on the desk as he danced a little in the privacy of his own room, willing 12:30 to come so he could run to the loo. He checked his room door was closed as he danced from foot to foot trying to keep his bladder at bay. With 25 minutes to go he knew he would be gasping for a piss by the time his break arrived. He was already noticeably bursting! Stefan took the next call and ran though his usual script of apologising and then gathering information, then sorting the customer query. This time either he was getting consumed with his need to pee too much or the person was difficult to understand, but this customer was causing great issues. As the customer chatted on about her dog, her many years of going to the same caravan park and the woes of the current situation, Stefan found himself sitting back down but pressing his bum right against the back of the seat as he crossed his leg and circled his top ankle. Finally he managed to get some sense out of the customer and he breathed a sigh of relief when she said goodby, having rescheduled her holiday for September. Stefan glanced at the clock, frustration mounting, as he realised he still had 20 minutes to go. Time was dragging by as the phone still rang non stop. Unable to sit in the same position for any length of time Stefan squirmed and wriggled in his seat as he updated records of customers and cancelled/rescheduled and issued vouchers over and over again. He looked at the two empty mugs and the empty water glass on his desk, even contemplating pissing in one of them such was his need to go. However, too afraid the customer might overhear, Stefan rubbed himself and squirmed, more determined to hang in the final ten minutes until his calls would end. The last ten minutes were sheer torture for Stefan as he rocked, pinched himself and squirmed like a little school boy possessed, wholly consumed by one thing: an urgent need to piss. 9 minutes to go as he pinched himself. 8 minutes to go as he bounced on his seat on his bottom, 7 minutes to go as he squirmed, six minutes to go as he danced, 5 minutes to go as he gripped himself tightly, 4 minutes to go as he bent forward, 3 minutes to go as he tried desperately to keep the current customer talking in order to avoid having to take another call and delay pissing, which could easily see him lose control. Two minutes to go as sweat gathered on his forehead. One final minute as he headed for the door of his room ready to click the phone off and run for his lifetime the toilet. ‘Goodbye’ Stefan clicked the red button, threw the handset onto his bed and with one hand grabbing himself he rushed out the bedroom and along the shirt corridor to the bathroom. Oh he so needed to go, so so badly. He could feel the urine rising along his urethra and filling his pounding penis. He leaned on the bathroom door, gasping for breath pressing the foreskin if of his penis tightly between his thumb and forefinger as he throbbed for release... The door remained tightly closed. Stefan danced and moaned as he tried the door again. Nothing. He knocked on the door, assuming his flat mate was in but hoping she was about to leave. ‘Sally you in there?’ ‘Yes. Just in the bath. Be out soon.’ Stefan wanted to cry. His finger hunt squeezing himself and his bladder aches for relief. Warm dribbles formed on the left of his full penis and Stefan knew he was moments away from an accident. He was so bursting, so desperate, so full, in absolute urgent need to urinate. Holding onto his penis he paced up and down the corridor, the small laminate hall of the apartment seeming suddenly so frustrating and stressful as he tried not to piss all over the floor. It was tempting, oh so tempting as he swore to himself in sheer annoyance to be denied entry to the place he needed so very badly. He leaned back against the wall pressing his back tight against the form wall as he pressed both hands into his crotch. For a second he froze and closed his eyes willing his body to wait just a few minutes more. Finally he was able to move as he headed to his bedroom and put the handset on change as he danced around moaning under his breath at how badly, how urgently, he had to pee. His light grey jogging trousers showed clearly where his half erect aching dick lay in his underpants and Stefan wrapped his hands around it and massaged it in a vain attempt to prevent it leaking. Then it happened...the first proper leak....Stefan bent forward and yelled as quietly as possible as he inspected the bottle lid size stain at his crotch. Stefan pulled the waistband of his joggers down giving him closer access to his manhood as he inspected the damp patch on his cream coloured boxers. He shook as his penis throbbed again, rising in his damp boxers ready to spurt against his will. Stefan hobbled over to the desk and grabbed the glass he had used for water, pulling his penis out the leg of his boxers and into the tall thin glass. Immediately a warm spurt shot out and Stefan had to hold the glass tightly to prevent it falling out his hands. He steadied himself as another longer spurt came out as the glass filled quickly. With all his might Stefan cut off the flow. He was still achingly desperate to go as he tucked his dribbling penis back into his damp boxers and pulled his trousers back up. He raced back to the hall and banged the bathroom door. ‘Sally are you nearly finished?’ ‘Won’t be long Stefan. Promise.’ Stefan rested his head on the bathroom door and sighed. He hated to admit how desperate he was, it was too embarrassing and child like but so was wetting himself. He took a breath in and knocked again. ‘I really need in Sal. Any chance you could come out?’ ‘Yeah ok. Just give me a minute to get dried.’ Stefan laced up and down the hall, this time almost marching trying with every step to hold back the torrent of urine needing out. He walked to the kitchen and turned. Walked to the main lounge and turned again. Back to the kitchen. Back to the lounge. It was no good. He was going to piss his pants if he didn’t access them bathroom NOW. Once again he knocked the door. ‘Sorry Sal. I really can’t wait. It’s an absolute emergency situation!’ Stefan twisted his legs and pressed the top of his penis tightly closed. Despite having filled a glass already he had to go excruciatingly bad. Every second counted. He contemplated rushing to his room and letting go into the two mugs but the very thought of taking one step seemed too much to bare. He pulled his waistband of his joggers to below his crotch and slid his penis out of the leg of his underwear, gripping it tight with both hands as crippled ran down his fingers and over his wrists. It was like trying to hold back a volcano erupting, as he pointed it upwards to try and prevent his clothes getting wet. Just then he heard the bathroom door move and the door edged open as if in slow motion. Stefan stood there, bend forward, squirming like mad and holding his throbbing dick between his tightly closed fist. The door opened fully and Stefan stumbled in heading to the toilet right ahead as a spurt shot out into the air... ‘Bu...burs.....bursting to go...gotta piss so bad...’ Piss shooting everywhere in the bathroom uncontrollably Stefan fought to aim as quickly as he could as a fast cascade of urine whooshed from his member splashing over the toilet seat, the floor and eventually where it should be...in the toilet. Stefan sighed loudly and smiled as finally he could relax and allow his body to so what it had yearned to do for over an hour. The loud noise of splashing reminding him just how desperate he had been as pee continued to soar out of him furiously. After a minute, as the flow settled to a steady stream, Stefan realised he hadn’t seen Sally actually leave the bathroom. He opened his eyes and looked around to see his beautiful red haired flat mate standing at the side of the bath still dripping wet, covered only with a towel around her, steam still rising from her freshly washed hair, as she started opened mouthed at Stefan. ‘Jeez thats what I call a huge piss Stefan! Sorry hope you don’t object that I watched. You didn’t give me chance to get out you see.’ Embarrassed, but relieved, Stefan was lost for words as for the first time he saw a sparkle in Sal’s eyes that he’d never witnessed before. He cleaned himself up, grabbing a spare towel to mop up the mess on the toilet seat and floor before sorting himself out and quietly leaving the bathroom. ‘Sorry Sal. I’ll let you get dressed now. I didn’t mean to barge in like that. It was just that...’ ‘It’s fine Stefan. I’ve been bursting loads when you’ve been in. I know what it’s like. I keep a basin under my bed now because I peed myself one morning when you were shaving. Maybe we should just not lock the door? What do you think?’ Stefan’s thoughts raced to the basin still as his face turned red with embarrassment at the very thought he’d made a girl wee herself because he’d taken so long in the bathroom. ‘Maybe we should.’ And at that he walked out, quickly checking under his flat mates bed before pouring out the glass of urine and placing the glass in the dishwasher. His mind still visualising his flat mate peeing in a basin in her room...
  19. Restless Ruth People say that the anointing is attractive and in Ruth’s case it very much was. The daughter of a famous preacher, and granddaughter of an even more famous evangelist, preaching, singing and bringing words of prophecy were all standard to Ruth, whose calendar was full years in advance for all sorts of Christian events. This morning she was in her home church were she lead worship and sang solos regularly and where her father often called on her during meetings to pray for those in the congregation. Sunday’s were always long, but glorious, and Ruth lived for them. She loved being in the presence of God and around people and she wasn’t put off one bit by the fact the church had thousands in attendance and the whole thing was televised live for the Christian channel. The day had started early and Ruth had woken at 5:30 to pray and read her Bible. Her time with God always took priority and she sang worship songs as she showered and washed her long golden hair. She stepped into a long flowing sparkling navy dress that showed her vivacious body and large breasts off and flowed generously over her large curves throughout her body. There was a lot of Ruth, but she looked utterly radiant as she dried her long hair and hung it neatly and glamorously displaying her natural curls perfectly. Whilst so many criticised her publicly and privately, Ruth walked in the favour of her God and confidently smiled at her image in the mirror as she read the scripture above it about being ‘fearfully and beautifully made’. She made herself some fresh coffee before filling her two travel cups with more from the coffee maker and having some cereal and fresh fruit. She then went back and lightly put on some make up, just enough to give her a sparkle and colour against the intensity of the TV cameras later. Then it was off to the hour and a half prayer meeting prior to the church service. It wasn’t appropriate to slip out the prayer meeting. It would appear rude to whoever was praying at that point in time and break the flow of the anointing, so despite feeling the effects of her earlier coffee and the half travel mug she had been sipping throughout the prayer meeting, Ruth carried on as if nothing was different. She would just visit the ladies before heading into the sanctuary and going on stage for worship. On leaving the prayer meeting however Ruth because caught up in conversation with a close friend who wanted to pray with her urgently as she felt a strong burden about this morning, telling Ruth, with some concern, that ‘The Devil has a plan to distract you from your calling today. He wants to drag you away from God, entice you away from where you should be. He will pull you so much, so strongly, so powerfully but God is saying to you that you are stronger than you realise and to always put him first. Resist temptation my friend. Whatever happens this morning don’t walk away, don’t give up, don’t bow to the pressure.’ Grace hugged Ruth as she finished and Ruth promised her she would remember her words and stay strong throughout the service. Ruth pondered the words as she stepped on stage and had a quick run through of some of the songs for the service. Caught up in the moment she completely forgot about her bodily needs but by the time she was finished she was hot, thirsty and ready for a break. As she headed for the staff refreshment desk and grabbed a bottle of water and some biscuits she allowed herself to relax a little. It was then she remembered she still hadn’t been to the ladies. She definitely should do that before the televised service began. Ruth gulped down the bottle of water as she headed through the now crowded atrium of the large building to the nearest toilets. Entire families seemed to crowd her way as many wanted to say hi, shake hands and give her a hug. Ruth wasn’t going to offend anyone so she graciously shook hands, accepted and gave hugs and smiled as she finally reached the ladies. It seemed that everyone else had had the same idea and the queue spiralled around outside and along the corridor. Ruth didn’t have time to wait as she turned and looked at the countdown on the large computer screen in the centre of the atrium. Seven minutes until the service started. She glanced at the queue and knew immediately she would never reach the front, use the toilet and get back on stage before the service began. Thinking quickly she wondered if the other toilets at the rear of the building might be quicker. She walked as fast as she could on her shiny high heels down the first aisle, behind the stage and along a corridor to the rear entrance and was almost at the toilets there when her dad saw her and called her name. Ruth couldn’t ignore her dad, not even when she needed the bathroom, so she paused and headed to him instead. He only wanted to let Ruth know that she was a crucial part of the ministry team and he sensed God wanted to use her mightily and powerfully this morning and to listen to God’d voice and be bold to respond. He then placed his arm around his daughter’s shoulder and led her through the door she had just come out of and on into the sanctuary and onto the stage. Ruth couldn’t protest as she now no longer had time to use the toilet anyway and she would just need to go later. She followed her dad on stage and took her place behind the keyboard ready for the service to begin. Standing behind the keyboard she tensed her muscles whenever the need pushed through her mind and subtly moved from foot to foot in time to the music. Concentrating on the words and playing, her growing need seemed to go to the back of her mind as she moved in worship and sang her heart out in praise. As she sat down finally, filling the seat on stage completely with her body as her thighs touched either side of the chair pushing her legs together. Standard chairs and fuller figures were not the best of combinations but Ruth was none the less comfortable, if warm, as she picked up her Bible and travel mug as her dad took the microphone. Listening to her dad praying publicly for those caught in floods in Africa suddenly reminded Ruth’s bladder that it was wanting to flood too. Ruth shuffled restlessly in her seat, grateful the vast majority of people had their eyes closed in prayer. She couldn’t recall feeling this full ever in a service, especially at the beginning, as she looked down at the thousands of people in the congregation and the cameras all around. If she’d been in the congregation she could have easily slipped out to the toilet but on stage that was unthinkable. She’s just need to wait. Ruth tried her best to give her dad and what he was preaching her full attention. She crossed her ankles, bit her lip, wriggled as much as the small tight seating would allow and crossed her legs restlessly as her dad went on and on and on. By midday she had finished her second travel mug as she rubbed her lower tummy and realised just how much liquid she was holding. She mentally thought about different ways she could slip off stage and run to the toilets as between her legs moistened with sweat and pressure. She looked at where the cameras were pointing thinking if the shots were all facing her dad she could step quickly down the stairs and out the side door, but alas one key camera was scanning across the stage regularly, frequently stepping at her. Then she thought about running quickly off when her dad said ‘amen’ but since he always ended the service with a song, which she was due to lead, she couldn’t be missing and embarrass her dad like that, especially not live on TV. She had no choice really but to wait until the whole service was over. She wriggled and squeezed more, unable to really focus on what her dad was preaching, until someone caught her attention. Grace smiled right at her and Ruth immediately recalled what her friend had said before the service started: ‘The Devil has a way to distract you, drag you away, entice you...you will be pulled so much...so strongly...so powerfully...’ but this wasn’t the Devil, it was her bladder, her desperate need to pee that was doing it. Could the Devil use your own body to get you away from God? All Ruth knew was she didn’t ever want to disobey God but she also really needed to use a toilet so very badly right now. So badly she rested her hand between her legs and used her Bible to hide what she was doing as she tried to focus on her father’s preaching. It was only then she realised he was talking about self control. He was talking about a bible verse Ruth couldn’t recall ever reading, despite the fact she’d read her Bible cover to cover several times. Proverbs 25 verse 28 ‘Like a city whose walls are broken through, is a person who lacks self control.’ Ruth clenched tightly as her dad spoke louder and more enthusiastically about the importance of not allowing the walls of your life to break, keeping the barrier closed, keeping the city protected. He animatedly shared about not allowing the enemy to break your mind or your body, holding steadfast to self control because broken walls let out a huge flood that you will always regret. It just all served to shadow the silent inner battle Ruth felt as she restlessly and quietly sat behind her dad holding a torrent of pee pent up inside her as she fought to keep her own private city wall, her urethra, from not breaking. The pressure was unlike anything she had witnessed or experienced, the urge to just give up on sitting still, to disgrace herself by holding herself, to embarrass herself and her father by rushing off stage. Yet as she restlessly sat there struggling to prevent a major accident, that only her own self control was preventing, she wondered if she really cared about God, her ministry and her dad at all. Of course she did! It was just the relentless pushing and screaming from her bladder, the sweat on her palms and the thumping of her own heart that was making it so hard to hear anything but her own voice yelling for release. As her dad concluded his sermon encouraging the waited congregation and the hundreds watching live worldwide to surrender to God and let Him help them to be self controlled, to develop the highest of integrity, to not allow their walls to be broken, Ruth knew it was time to raise from her seat and gently play her keyboard once again, as the rest of the music group made their way on stage too. As Ruth stood she pressed her thighs together as tightly as she could as her wall threatened to crack. She was thoroughly and immeasurably full, so desperate to urinate, so incredibly needy. Tears formed in her eyes, not from the movement of the Holy Spirit, but more from a terrifying fear that self control was no longer in her power. Her own heart beat so fast and hard she could barely hear her fathers voice. Could she do it? She honestly didn’t know. Could she hold on just a little longer? No longer just a battle between her mind and bladder but now between good and evil, obeying or disobeying, self control or defiance, remaining dry or wetting... Ruth flicked her long curly hair in embarrassment as she felt a dribble escape as she turned on her keyboard and started playing. She thought about her long sparkly dress and the curves under it, the generous body, beautiful breasts and excruciatingly full bladder as she gave her whole self into the song and the words of the chorus... Her voice quivering, her pelvis aching, her bladder pulsating...dribbles running down warmly from her knickers through her tights..she sang her heart out... “I surrender all.I surrender all. All to Jesus, I surrender..,I surrender all...” Tearful crowds gathered at the front as Ruth restlessly played on, her own battle crushing beneath her, her city walls cracking slowly and splendidly as her shoes squelched with the outward sign that she was nothing more than a city with broken walls. Ruth slid her shoes off and continued on as Grace’s eyes met hers and tears poured down her face. Her father noticed and motioned for her to come towards him, Ruth, more aware than ever of the warm urine congregated in her black nylon tights gathered all around her feet, and the smell and glistening of her her bodily fluid she had tried so hard to hold back. In humiliation and devastation she cried like a baby as Grace held her and prayed with her. Hearing her dad take the microphone loud and clear Ruth was comforted by his wise words: ‘Walls can be rebuilt. Cities can be protected again. No-one is perfect and God knows we are human. Don’t let one failure stop the anointing. Forgive yourself, as God has forgiven you.’ Suddenly Ruth inexplicably needed the bathroom suddenly again, this time making it just in time as her body released another huge torrent as she pulled off her underwear and tights and placed the soaking items in the sanitary bin and dabbed herself down with toilet paper. After washing her face she walked back in to the still crowded room bare foot but so much lighter and happier than before. Even the most self controlled person had their limits, as restless Ruth learnt that Sunday.
  20. Hey folks. Just a short story I knocked up a few days back. Hope you enjoy The air conditioning hit me like a train coming into the store, it was very warm outside, and I was beginning to perspire, so the welcome breeze was a very pleasant sensation. It was strong though, maybe a little too strong., it nearly blew my skirt up. That would have been embarrassing, the store was busy, and I did not relish the idea of displaying my knickers to the world, I am not that kinda girl. Cause of the perspiration and the general discomfort from the heat, I made my way to the bathroom to freshen up, I was becoming self-conscious and felt the need to take a few minutes to get myself together before continuing my shopping expedition. The bathroom was on the third floor, tucked away in a side corridor beyond a set of double doors. They were big and well equipped, there were ample stalls for us girls to use and just as many sinks and mirrors for our vanity projects. The bathroom itself was empty, except for me and one other girl who was pruning herself on the far left of the room. I approached the sink on the far right and began brushing my hair and wiping my brow, I splashed a little water onto my neckline to help cool me down and sprayed some deodorant around my person, I didn’t think it was required, but it made me feel a little better anyway. Ablutions concluded I enter a stall to empty my bladder. I was not very full, but I had just consumed a large takeaway coffee and I wanted to take no chances, coffee tends to rush straight through me, leading to some rather awkward instances. I raised my skirt, pulled my pink, strawberry printed bikini knickers down and did my business. I was surprised, I had felt no particular urge but the moment I raised my skirt, I felt a strong surge of desperation and almost dampened my knickers. The stream was strong too and seemed to last a long time. Where did that come from? I thought to myself. I finished my wee, grabbed my handbag and left the stall, washed my hands, and left the bathroom. Shopping awaited. I spent a few minutes browsing the gifts section, it was my sister’s birthday soon and whilst I had no plans to buy anything on this day, I wanted some idea for when the time came. There were all kinds of cute gifts that would be perfect for her, I particularly liked the Disney princesses candle set, that is exactly the kind of thing she would love. As I say, I had no plans to buy anything today, but this was just so perfect, I felt it was too good to turn down, so I grabbed a set and headed for the checkout. The queue was quite small, there were four people in front of me, I do not actually mind long queues cause it gives me an opportunity to browse all the little nik nacks on the shelves around the checkout area. I was particularly keen on the cute socks they often sold around this area, a friend recently bought some cute banana printed socks from here, but I could not see them today. Instead, I gave in to an urge to buy some strawberry jelly sweets, I really shouldn’t have cause whilst they are totally delicious, they are also full of sugar and once I start, the whole pack is gone in minutes. I got called to checkout number three, the guy serving was cute, exactly the kinda guy I go for but I’m also very shy before I get to know someone, and I found it impossible to make eye contact. He seemed very friendly and he made a nice comment about my great taste in confectionary, I said nothing and just smiled at the floor, this is something I should work on. “Enjoy your strawbs” he said kindly as I walked off “you too” I said back. Oh great, now I am not just the shy girl, I am the super stupid girl too. Nice work Emily. I rushed out the store as quickly as my little legs could carry me, I was blushing and felt like everyone was starting at me. They were not of course, but social anxiety is a bitch, pure and simple. I felt like I needed a cold drink to bring me back to earth, so I began searching for a coffee place where I could get a smoothie or something. I passed the coffee place I went to earlier; I didn’t feel like I could go in there again so soon after my first purchase, they would think I was weird, I was sure of it. Luckily, there was another place just down the other end of the mall. It was a short walk and I could feel my rosy cheeks returning to a normal colour now that I had put that store behind me. There were a lot of people out and about, as there usually are on a Saturday afternoon. Guys being dragged around by their girlfriends, groups of girls laughing and talking way too loudly and kids in pushchairs screaming the place down, a typical day out really. Up ahead I could see an acquaintance of mine, her name is Clara and she’s okay, but she is also totally over the top and way to touchy feely for me. I swerved to the left to try and avoid her sight and ploughed dead straight ahead, never once looking in her direction, if I cant see her, she cannot see me, right? Wrong. “Ohhh hey Emily!” she called out way too loudly across the mall. “Oh, hey Clara, didn’t see you there” I lied. “What are you doing out and about, you on the prowl?” she asked playfully as she jabbed me vigorously in my arm, it hurt a little. “My sisters’ birthday is coming up and I needed to get her a gift” I said plainly. “Ohhhh cool” she exclaimed way too excitedly. “Listen, I’m meeting up with some of the girls later” she started, and I didn’t like the sound of this one little bit. “wanna tag along? We’ll do some shopping, grab a drink, grab some food and maybe grab a couple guys too, you in?” Absolutely not, is what I wanted to say, I had a prior engagement with my sofa, Netflix, and ice cream. “I’m not sure I can Clara, I’m meant to be taking my brother to his karate lesson later” I lied again. “nonsense!” she exclaimed wildly. “blow it off and come with us, you’ll have much more fun, might even get you hooked up with a cute guy” I really didn’t want to be rude, but at the same time, I just wanted to get out of this situation. “I cant Clara, I’m sorry, maybe another time” I spoke politely, smiled, and walked away. I could feel her eyes burning into the back of my head and I felt a little shamed, but I really could not be doing with her today. I just wanted to do my shopping, grab a drink, and get home to my plushies and sofa. Still feeling slightly shamed, I entered the coffee shop and ordered a strawberry and banana smoothie. My phone had been vibrating like crazy so I knew I was loaded with messages and notifications so I decided to get my drink to sit in, it would give me a chance to relax a little, clear my phone and return messages before heading into the wilderness again. I grabbed a seat on single table right next to the wall, I simply cannot sit in the middle of a room, I feel totally exposed and paranoid. I stumbled slightly as I sat down and felt myself blush again, I did not dare scan the room and just stared vaguely at my phone until the feeling passed. Turns out I only had a few messages, most just general chit chat and asking how I am and so on. But I liked it, I like people enquiring about me and my day, it makes me feel important and loved. I returned all the messages I had received and was slowly sipping away at my smoothie. I passed a good half an hour just flicking through social media, returning messages, and sipping at my smoothie. Drink gone, I grabbed my handbag and headed for the bathroom, I had become quite full quite quickly and I needed to pee pretty bad. I could see the bathroom sign directing me upstairs, so I headed for the stairs and followed the directions. I got confused at the top and went left when I should have gone right, luckily, nobody saw me so that was good. I saw the bathroom door straight ahead, I approached it and pushed. Nothing. Maybe there is someone in? I thought to myself. I spent a couple moments waiting patiently for whoever was in to come out, but I was doing a gentle pee dance and I was becoming more and more urgent. I was trying to stay composed, but it was tough, I really needed to pee, and I could feel my bladder starting to ache and groan at me. Please do not say this is going to be another Piccadilly square incident. “Can I help you?” a friendly voice called out from behind me, it startled me a little an di had to bear down so I did not leak into my knickers. “I’m just waiting for the bathroom” I answered as calmly as I could manage. “I’m sorry, but the bathrooms are out of order” she replied sympathetically. Oh great, this could be another Piccadilly square then. “Oh okay, well thank you” I said shyly and began making my way towards the stairs. “If you’re desperate, you can use our staff toilets if you like?” she called out. This just made me feel worse, I was now totally paranoid that she had seen me doing a pee dance and I could not face saying yes to the question, so I politely declined and left the shop. Exiting the shop, I was hit by the warm sunshine pouring in through the glass ceiling, I was only wearing a tank top, but I felt overly hot again, it really was a very warm day. There were bathrooms in another mall a few minutes’ walk away, so I began beating a path towards them. Each step was feeling laboured and my bladder ached each time my foot came down. I tried to walk quickly but that just made the sensation worse and I could feel my muscles beginning to ache and shake a little from the effort it was taking to control my bulging bladder. Every now and then I felt the need to pull over and brace myself for a moment, I was getting stronger and stronger surges of desperation and each one was taking a toll on my ability to control the situation. I was breathing heavily, and I was sure passers-by could see I was in serious desperation mode and not too far away from having an accident. Up ahead I could see the bathrooms, I felt a little better now I could see them but there was also a sizeable queue outside of girls waiting to get in. I quietly joined the back of the queue and just hoped my turn would come quickly. I couldn’t count the girls in front of me cause my mind could no longer think clearly. I stood with my legs and feet crossed and I was doubled over slightly onto my abdomen. The girls in front were clearly not in the same predicament as me, or if they were, they were doing a damned good job of hiding it. The queue didn’t seem to be moving very fast either, it really felt like it was going to be Piccadilly square all over again. I found the strength to ask the girl in front of me how long she had been waiting, she replied saying ten minutes. It seemed doable, maybe. I tried to take my mind of my impending accident my messaging friends on my phone, but it wasn’t much use, I couldn’t type coherently, and I was just writing nonsense. I felt totally frustrated that I didn’t live in a world where popping a squat anywhere was acceptable, cause at this moment, that seemed a really good idea. I was inching forward bit by bit, but my bladder was beginning to betray me again. I had to relax my muscles for a moment, just a moment because I was becoming exhausted from the effort it was taking to fight and a trickle of pee left my body and wet my underwear. I bared down again and stopped the torrent in its tracks, but my defences had been breached and a wet patch against my pussy was a constant reminder. I inched forward again and again. Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, I could see the end of the queue, the light at the end of the tunnel. I smiled to myself briefly as I finally believed I could relieve my bladder and keep my dignity intact at the same time. My phone vibrated again and I quickly checked the screen to see what it was, it was my sister sending me a picture of her dog sat down in a really funny way, I chuckled aloud and my defences were breached again. A stream of pee left my body, pushed through my underwear, and trickled onto the floor beneath me. I looked down, horrified. There were small droplets of pee lying at my feet, noticeable to anyone that was looking hard enough. The light-coloured marble floor was doing nothing to disguise my failure. I glanced around and jammed my right hand into my crotch, my hand became wet with pee and I immediately knew I had leaked more than I thought. My horrified mind ran through Piccadilly square all over again, the shame and embarrassment of wetting my pants in front of all those people, I felt the same was going to happen again. I looked frantically towards the front of the queue and to my absolute delight, I was now at the front of the queue. I braced myself for one last fight. I could finally see my end goal and the relief it would bring me. All I had to do was wait for one more girl to come out. Time stood still. My muscles ached, I was shaking uncontrollably, and my wet knickers were now cold and a constant source of irritation and shame. A girl came out. I moved as quickly as I could towards the bathroom, not stopping for anything or anyone. I dashed towards the door and almost pushed it off its hinges. The bathroom was crowded with girls doing their various ablutions and going about their general business. I scanned all the stalls for one that was free. To my abject horror, all were occupied. I frantically glanced from stall to stall looking for an opening, but none seemed to be imminent. The idea of peeing in the sink became appealing, it was a nice thought in that moment, such a nice thought for a moment I forgot myself and leaked again. This one was bigger though and despite my hand holding furiously against my genitals the flow simply sprayed through my hands and splashed onto the marble floor below. Out the corner of my eye, I could see a few girls looking at me, it was an audible splash and it drew the attention of several girls in my immediate vicinity. I blushed red and I could feel tears beginning to wet my eyes. It was happening. I was loosing it. The trickle continued, gently leaving my body, and leaving my wet underwear in its trail. Down below, I could feel the wetness spreading from my pussy towards my bum and before long, I knew this trickle would turn into a torrent. I used every bit of strength I had left to stem the flow and it worked. There was a small puddle beneath my feet, and I knew the other girls had noticed my imminent accident. A door opened. A girl came out. I dashed in, I am sure I even pushed her out my way slightly, but I didn’t care, I was too concerned with my own situation then worrying about the personal space of others. I slammed the door behind me, and my hand shook uncontrollably as I fiddled with the lock. My stream started again, violently so. Warm pee gushed out of my body, soaking my strawberry knickers, and thundering onto the marble beneath. I felt pee soak into the top of my shoes and my socks became wet. I had totally lost it. My body had given up the fight and I was wetting myself uncontrollably and I still hadn’t locked the door. Anyone nearby would have heard my pee hitting the floor and anyone immediately outside my stall would see my ever-growing puddle trickling under the door. I managed to lock the door, somehow. I dived to the toilet and pulled my knickers down, at no point did I stop peeing and as I removed my knickers, pee poured into the seat of my knickers leaving a very visible wet patch and various spots all over the pink material. I sat on the toilet and felt the relief wash over me. The relief was incredible and for a few moments I was transported to another place, somewhere different to this one, everything that had just happened seemed irrelevant. I cannot say how long I was sitting on the toilet peeing, but it felt like a long time. When my bladder was finally emptied, and the last trickle had left my body I was immediately brought back to reality and the situation I was in. I looked down at my knickers and they were soaked, totally soaked. The gusset had turned dark, as had most of the seat of my knickers. Then I saw my puddle which had began to flow under the door like a small river. I sat staring, unable to fully comprehend what had just happened. I could hear girls talking amongst themselves about me, about how I had wet myself, “poor girl” I heard one of them say. I did not know what to do. I could not wear these knickers any longer, they were ruined, and I had no desire to walk around smelling of pee all day, but I also did not want to just ditch them. I loved these knickers, they are cute, comfortable and I feel great wearing them. However, I also had no bag to store them in. I did not want to just drop them into my handbag, then everything would smell of pee. Worse still, I had no desire whatsoever to walk around without underwear whilst wearing a skirt, that is a recipe for disaster. I decided to improvise. I rolled off a load of toilet paper and wrapped my knickers up as best I could, the pee was soaking through most of the paper, but it was something at least. The next stage of my plan was to go to a store and buy a new pair of knickers which I could wear for the journey home. First, however, I had to leave the stall. I used some toilet paper to dab away the pee I had left on the seat. I dabbed my pussy and legs to remove as much wetness as possible. I took several deep breaths, I was still shaking but I was so overcome with relief, I no longer felt totally embarrassed. I opened the door to see a number of girls milling around and more strikingly, a cleaning lady was waiting outside the door to clean up after my accident. I couldn’t look anyone in the eye, particularly the cleaning lady who I felt so bad for. I simply looked at my puddle on the floor, apologised profusely and left the room. Leaving the bathroom, I could feel eyes burning into my soul. I could hear idle chatter about “that girl just wet herself in there” but somehow, I did not feel humiliated. I felt embarrassed sure, but it was not as bad as the first time in Piccadilly square, guess these things get easier the more regularly they happen. I went to the first clothing store I could find, grabbed the first pair of comfortable looking knickers I could find, paid, and left. I jumped into my car and drove home, leaving my little mishap behind me.
  21. Quivering Quinton Quinton’s phone beeped with yet another text message. With his laptop open at his small office desk he smiled as he saw a photo sent from his eldest daughter. Her shoes had finally arrived, thank goodness, and just in time too. Tonight she was heading out with her friends and sister to a local club as part of a long weekend celebrating her 21st. Boy that made Quinton feel suddenly old as he looked at the excitement on his daughters face and reminisced back to when she was a toddler being that excited when he came home from work. His first daughter, his treasure, his little darling. He finished his coffee and texted her back saying he was delighted and couldn’t wait to see them on and he’d see her around 6 as usual. He then typed in another postcode searching all the local house prices and bringing up details of said properties and as much other facts as he could. Jotting it all down in his notebook he did the same for another two postcodes before grabbing his suit jacket, anorak and work bag and heading to his car. It was good to be busy again and at the rate his daughter’s were asking for things these days he needed every penny he could earn. The first property was straightforward: a well maintained, tastefully decorated and outwardly strong house in a stable neighbourhood with sought after schools. The owners were pleased to see him and gave proof of recent new windows having been fitted and a new bathroom suit. Quinton took a photo of the paperwork on his tablet and typed in the details too. Other than a few loose tiles on the roof and some loft insulation which could be better it was an average visit, made slightly longer by chatty older owners but worth it for the lovely mug of tea he had gladly received. The second property also had an owner present but this time a younger, more pushy man, a very typical buy to let purchaser anxious that Quinton assessed the property at as high a value as possible. Three times Quinton stressed that he wasn’t an estate agent but an independent surveyor and that his valuation would be based on much more than the colour of the bathroom tiles! It was a stressful hour as the owner hovered over Quinton’s every move asking questions about why he was taking photos of things like the electric cupboard and outside pipes. Whilst Quinton knew exactly where in every property to look for all the minute details he needed it was clear this property was one of thousands he had seen before by developers keen to make a house look good on first appearance but with expensive and more important things like pipe work and electrics often ignored. Quinton was glad to get back into the safety of his car as he placed his bag on the passenger seat and started the engine. He was taken a back slightly to see the clock on the dashboard read 4:45 and he checked his watch to confirm. It was also then that he realised for the first time that he could do with a visit to the gents sometimes soon. He toyed with the idea of popping into the local supermarket on his way to his final property but decided he would head to the last one and go back at home as usual. He never used the toilet in any of the houses he visited, it wasn’t at all professional, and instead he would go in the office or back home at the end of his working day. Of course he had needed to go many times, almost daily in fact, but it had never really been a great issue, with a few notable exclusions, and his bladder had grown strong over the years. His wife and daughters were very used to his rushing in and right up the stairs on arrival and with just one bathroom in their small terraced house they pretty much always made sure it was feee for him, thankfully. Quinton typed his final postcode into his sat nav. He didn’t drive to this area as often and his research had already told him it wasn’t the best of areas. He also wasn’t expecting anyone to be at this property, especially in its current condition. It was owned by the bank and he had been warned that he may want to have a torch with him, something which Quinton always kept in his car anyway. By the time Quinton arrived in the street he was regretting his earlier tea with the older couple. He walked down the path to the run down house noting immediately the overgrown unkept garden and broken glass on the front door. Turning the key the dust and smell was almost overpowering by Quinton pushed through regardless. As predicted the lights were off and despite it being daylight still the house was damp, dark and almost derelict. Quinton took plenty photos as he walked through the front room into the narrow gallery kitchen. He used his torch to check every cupboard as he rhythmically moved from foot to foot. Routinely he turned the kitchen tap to record if the property had running water, not for a moment expecting the water to still be connected. As he did so the tap rumbled at first with trapped air before a sudden burst of water shot fast from the tap into the dirty sink causing Quinton to suddenly pinch his little man as the water reminded his body instantly of his full bladder. Quinton groaned before turning the tap off, the still dripping tap making him cross his legs. ‘Thank the Lord there’s no-one here! Sheesh I need the loo after that!’ Trying to complete the survey as quickly, but thoroughly, as possible Quinton left the kitchen, opening an under stair cupboard and checking electric wires, gas fittings and photographing everything before heading upstairs cautiously. The doors upstairs were all closed and Quinton tentatively pushed the first one open which was, as expected, the bathroom. ‘Wow! You’d need to be mega desperate to use that place!’ he exclaimed as he took more photos. Not prepared to be caught out with the water a second time he didn’t bother turning the taps but as he turned to walk out the room he was taken aback at a strong urge to urinate despite the condition of the room. ‘Why does seeing a toilet always make you need it 100 times more? Oh boy I can’t wait to get home. The sooner the better. Jeez I need a slash!’ The two bedrooms were as expected and Quinton headed back downstairs to assess the outside. Whilst the house hadn’t been warm in any way the sudden change in temperature as Quinton locked the front door send another wave of need from his bladder to his penis. He squeezed his thighs and headed to the back garden as quick as he could. The back garden was like a jungle and for a second Quinton actually contemplated opening his fly and peeing in the long grass. He never would of course, being the upright citizen that he was, but just the thought seemed to send more urine into his already full bladder. The walls had bricks out of alignment, the chimney was dangerous, another window was cracked and the roof had tiles hanging loose. Quinton noted everything on his tablet then headed straight to his car. Sitting in the drivers seat he gave his member another squeeze. The sat nav suggested twenty three minutes to home and Quinton dearly hoped it would be quicker. ‘This is a lesson on not accepting tea when you already had coffee at lunch Quinton’ he muttered to himself as he started the engine and set off. Every red light made Quinton squirm and moan as he rubbed and squeezed to help himself hold on. ‘You can do this!’ He encouraged himself time and time again. Finally he was in his home town, which somehow only served to make him want to pee even more so! ‘Gotta wait til home. You can do this. Just keep holding!’ Quinton reversed parked across from his home in the only space available before grabbing his bag and laptop and walking very quickly up his gate and into the house. He threw his stuff at the bottom of the stairs, holding his crotch tightly and took the stairs two at a time as he raced to the bathroom. He grabbed the handle with his free hand and pulled it down, but it didn’t open. He danced and knocked. ‘Who’s in? Are you almost finished?’ No answer. Still holding himself Quinton went next door to his bedroom where he bent forward, undid his trouser hook and held his penis so tight he thought he would break it. ‘Heavens above I NEED to pee!’ Meanwhile his wife, Sally had heard the door and, noticing Quinton’s bags, realised he was home. She shouted up to check anyway. ‘You home darling? Everything ok?’ Quinton squirmed as he still had one hand tight over his crotch as he walked to the landing and called down. ‘Yeah just me honey! Is Becky in the loo or is it Casandra? I’m bursting to get in. She knows I always need it at this time.’ ‘Yeah Becky...she’s just having a quick shower to get ready for tonight. I’m sure she’ll be quick. I take it you don’t want a coffee just yet?’ ‘Oh Lord not right now honey. I gotta use the loo first, honestly.. I’ll just wait up here and then I’ll come down for one if that’s ok. Oh she better be quick I’m so desperate here’ Quinton didn’t care that his wife was looking up watching as he danced with his trousers open and his hand grasping his penis over his boxers. He just had to get into the toilet so urgently. He knocked the door again... ‘Becky you nearly finished darling?’ ‘I’ll not be long dad. Nearly finished!’ Quinton walked to his room, pulled his trousers to his knees and sat on his bed clutching himself and rocking. Beneath his boxers he could feel his penis doing something, and terrified he was leaking, he stood quickly and pulled down his boxers to his knees so he could access his penis and testicles more in the privacy of his bedroom before immediately sitting and rocking and squeezing again. Oh how he ached right now for release. He shook, rocked and kneaded himself as he moaned. ‘Oh Becky hurry up. Hurry up. I need the bathroom so badly. I really do. Your daddy has to go sweetie. Hurry up baby. Daddy is so bursting. Daddy is so desperate. Oh Becky daddy is nearly having a huge accident here. Oh Becky hurry up. Daddy needs a slash my darling. Oh do hurry sweet pea. Daddy needs in so so urgently you know. Oh please don’t keep your daddy waiting. Oh my beautiful daddy just needs into that toilet so so badly. Don’t let daddy embarrass himself. Of course Becky heard none of it but Quinton’s wife did as she crept up the stairs, entranced by her husband’s desperation. She watched from a distance as Quinton’s reflection could be seen clearly in the full length mirrored wardrobe as her nipples hardened and her vagina swelled and moistened. Then something happened that neither Quinton nor his wife expected. Quinton felt something unusual. Similar to going hard but quite different too. He took his hands away from his crotch as his penis grew a little and quivered jerking up and down of its own accord. Quinton watched on shaking, his hands leaning on the bed behind him as his body fought to the end. Four quivers, five quivers, then on the sixth quiver as his half erect penis surged forwards up a huge squirt shot out hitting the wardrobe. Quinton’s wife raced in having grabbed a towel from the linen cupboard as she surrounded Quinton’s crotch as his quivering penis rose and moved as urine shot out again and again in larger and larger spurts, finally relaxing and pouring out fast and furious as his wife struggled to catch it in the bath towel. Quinton breathed, relaxed and rested his head back as his arms and hands held him up behind him leaning on the bed. ‘Oh honey, that’s Becky just coming out now. What a shame you couldn’t wait just a few seconds longer eh’ ‘I’ll....I’ll get changed and bring the laundry down. I’ll put it all on don’t worry. Oh and I could really go that coffee now if you are still offering?’ ‘Absolutely. Oh and Becky wants to show you those new shoes of hers too.’ ‘Yes! Of course. Just give me five minutes and I’ll be done ok. Oh and thanks for that! I owe you beautiful. Lord was I so desperate for that!’ ‘That was a huge amount of piss Quinton. I’ve never seen your body like that before. It was very sexy actually.’ ‘Really?’
  22. Panicking Pam Pam opened her fridge and knew right away that the boys had had breakfast already. She picked up the almost empty milk, thankful there was enough for a mug of tea at least. Sitting at the breakfast bar she could see Frank in the makeshift study (previously the laundry room before Covid 19), and in the distance she could see Martin on the laptop lounging in the front room. She could only assume Max was on his xbox in his bedroom as per usual. She had a quick skim through Facebook on her phone and then checked the news while she finished her tea then put on her anorak to take Patch for his walk. Pam was so thankful to live near a park where Parch could wander at his own pace, sniffing and meandering freely as she walked the standard two mile walk he was so accustomed to. He was getting on in years now and this twice a day walk was more than sufficient but now more than ever Pam was glad she didn’t need to go far. Times were very different to normal and while she used to love seeing familiar people on her twice daily walk now she was glad the park was empty as everyone was living in fear of a deadly virus. Back home Pam ran the kitchen tap until it ran cold then filled a glass with water and gulped it down. It was surprisingly warm for early April and the anorak had made her sweat. A brief check of the freezer and cupboards before opening the kitchen drawer and grabbing some bags, she popped her head into where Frank was to let him know she was off to brave the supermarket for their once a week shop. Frank kissed her on the cheek and she shouted up to Max and waved to Martin, showing him the bags as he had earphones in, before she headed out the door. Pam didn’t drive, neither did her partner and neither of her boys were quite old enough for lessons, though both were desperate to learn when they could. Being reliant on buses during a pandemic wasn’t ideal but Pam knew they were still running even if the timetable was reduced. The streets were quiet and otherwise busy roads saw very little traffic and Pam let her mind wander as she waited the 25 minutes for the bus. No-one had joined her at the bus stop and she was just one of three passengers now on the bus. Sitting on the warm bus taking the familiar twenty minute ride to the supermarket Pam felt a twinge between her legs, thought she simply ignored it as she gathered her bags and purse ready to disembark from the bus. Pam hadn’t anticipated the scene that awaited her as she walked up the ramp into the supermarket car park. She hadn’t seen this many cars in the car park since the week before Christmas! She headed down the short path towards the main doors her eyes blinking in the sun as it suddenly sank in that the people she could see where actually queuing just to get in! The closer she got the longer the queue seemed as she followed the line of socially distanced strangers silently waiting to enter the store as the line stretched along the side of the store, down the side of the car park, turned round on its self and snaked back again! There must easily be over 100 people in front of her she realised. Noting they all had trolleys already she looked around for the nearest trolley bay and headed to get one. By the time she had a trolley and headed to the queue it had stretched even longer! She joined the end and waited patiently. Ten minutes later she had barely moved as a store colleague headed along the line offering free bottles of water and an open tub of chocolates for those waiting. Pam was warm so readily took the water and decided a chocolate might help keep her energy up too. By the time she finally reached the edge of the store building she’d drank three quarters of her bottle and felt more frequent familiar urges the same as she had on the bus earlier. Pam checked her watch and realised she had been out the house almost an hour an a half already and still she wasn’t even inside the supermarket yet! Feeling another twinge she moved from one foot to the other as the queue edged slightly forward. Now able to see inside the store through the long glass windows Pam could see people in masks and gloves working at the checkouts and she hoped it wouldn’t be much longer before they were serving her. She wouldn’t usually ever use the bathrooms in the supermarket, preferring to wait until she was back home, but given the long wait to get in and a potential long wait for a bus back home, combined with the fact she already needed to go, she reasoned she would visit the ladies quickly before doing her shopping. That thought didn’t help her need to go and she found herself more and more distracted by her bladder as the queue seemed to slow down the closer she got to the entrance. There was now no doubt in her mind that she would definitely find the toilets as soon as she was in as her private areas tingled between her legs and she tapped her foot on the ground anxiously. In front of her a couple stood chatting to each other so much they hadn’t noticed the line move forward. Pam, normally shy and reserved but now very much in need of a toilet, found herself getting annoyed and when they still hadn’t moved 30 seconds later she couldn’t help but say something. ‘Excuse me. Could you move up please!’ It came across more bossy than she meant it but Pam was flustered and stressed, hot and in need of release. The couple looked back briefly before tutting and moving forward. Pam could count how many were in front of her now but standing right in line of the sun was making her hot and bothered. Despite already really needing to use the ladies she finished the bottle of water she had been given and placed it in the bin as she moved forward a little more. Just five people in front of her now, thank goodness. Another one in. Then another. Pam was getting anxious. She didn’t want to make it obvious to anyone that she was bursting but standing still wasn’t easy at all. She tapped her foot, curled her toes in her trainers and bit her lip. She couldn’t even remember when she joined the queue because all she could think about now was getting to the loo as soon as she could. Just three in front now. Finally. As another few left the store the young man in front of the couple was nodded to go in but then Pam watched in horror as a member of staff came closer to the couple and whilst still remaining socially distanced to them the staff member was clearly telling them something they weren’t happy with. Pam silenced her thoughts to overhear. ‘Sorry. It’s one person one trolley. There’s signs all along where you were waiting. I can’t let you both in together I’m afraid.’ ‘But we live together for goodness sake! We are married! We always shop together and we have waited almost an hour to get in! Surely you can make an exception? That’s a ridiculous rule! You just let a woman in a minute ago with a baby! You didn’t say the baby needed it’s own trolley did you! You can’t make one of us go to the back of the queue? The frozen food would be defrosted before they even go in the store! Come on!’ Pam moaned under her breath. She didn’t need this and she was sure the store assistant didn’t need it either! Whilst another two customers left out the other door Pam crossed her legs impatiently. Why did she need to be behind an argumentative couple now of all times when she just wanted into the store toilet before shopping! Pam could feel her heart beating faster now as she hated confrontation but mostly because her need to pee was getting stronger by the second. She pulled one leg behind her and bent a little forwards leaning into the trolley. A married woman in her forties should not be pee dancing outside a supermarket and Pam did all she could to disguise her need. Finally Pam watched as the gentleman in front reluctantly walked away and Pam tried not to look too flustered and panicky as she waited to be told she could enter the store finally. She watched anxiously as another customer left, begging inwardly for the staff member to let her in so she could walk quickly to the ladies. But she didn’t. Pam looked at her annoyed and when yet another customer left she found herself getting more and more stressed. Her body was screaming for release and yet here she was at the mercy of a store colleague releasing her to be allowed in. Despite all her efforts to hide her need when another urge came strongly Pam couldn’t stop herself bouncing on her heels and crossing her legs. She had to say something. She had been waiting long enough now. ‘Excuse me. Am I allowed in yet! Sorry to ask it’s just...it’s just I have been waiting a long time and I emm...I have a bus to catch home. Thanks’ ‘I’m really sorry. I am just waiting on the gentleman in front of you returning. Apparently he hadn’t realised the rules of one person one trolley so he’s just away to get a trolley then I will let him in and then you. Sorry for your wait madam.’ Pam desperately wanted to argue but the poor store colleague looked tired and stressed. So she tried to hold on just a little bit longer. However, when yet another customer wheeled their full trolley out and she could barely stand still for her need to pee she mustered up the courage to ask again. ‘Sorry to ask again, it’s just that I can’t see him coming back and...actually I really need to use the ladies. Would it be ok if I just headed in and he can come in after me?’ The colleague looked sympathetically at Pam, noticing the strain on her face and how her legs continually tapped. She nodded for her to head in and Pam pushed the trolley fast inside the double doors frantically looking for the toilets. She’d never used them so wasn’t familiar with where they were. It took a few fast paced minutes with her head racing and panic setting in more and more before she finally found them. Pushing the trolley through the first door Pam began dancing more as the thought of imminent release intensified her need to pee. She saw a sign on the gents and baby change but didn’t stop to read them but as she went to push open the ladies door and found it locked she quickly read the sign posted to that door too. ‘Due to the outbreak of Covid 19 and to protect our customers unfortunately these toilets are currently unavailable. We apologise for any inconvenience caused.’ Pam grabbed herself between the legs and moaned. She was absolutely bursting for the loo but with no other shops nearby open and no other toilets therefore available she stood there dancing on the spot with her hand between her legs in an absolute panic of what to do. Getting the bus home wasn’t an option as she needed food for her family and there was no way she would be able to wait for a bus anyway without peeing herself. She had no other option but to try and shop with an over full and desperate bladder. Pam wanted to cry. She pushed the trolley back out and into the fruit section quickly putting in bananas, apples, grapes, oranges and pears all whilst trying to stay decent. She walked to the vegetables and put in potatoes, carrots, onions, cauliflower, broccoli and leeks, all the while tapping her foot and biting her lip. She moved to the salad and bent over to put in a bag of mixed leaves, a cucumber, some tomatoes and celery when she felt warm dribbles leak into her knickers. Standing upright Pam panicked. She urgently HAD to get to a toilet. NOW. She looked around for a staff member seeing a pizza counter and raced over. Struggling to breathe she jiggled on the spot frantically as she tried to explain quietly that she urgently needed to find a bathroom. The staff member shrugged and apologised saying unfortunately the bathrooms were locked ‘due to Covid’. Pam panicked as another dribble oozed out of her despite clamping her muscles shut as tightly as she could. Looking around for the quietest aisle she could she raced towards the make up, assuming it was quiet as no-one had anywhere to go currently. Checking no-one else was around she picked up a lipstick and pretended to look at it whilst bending forwards and grabbing herself. Silently, embarrassingly, Pam stood there helpless with the lipstick tightly in her hand still as another long spurt shot out, running down the inside of her leg and pulling into her sock. This time another spurt followed and Pam couldn’t stop as pee continued to flow freely down her leg squelching in her socks and trainers as her bladder relaxed and pushed the content squashed inside it out finally. Unable to do much else Pam casually placed the lipstick back on the shelf, pulled her trainer off and poured out the liquid amassed in it under the counter before putting it back on and pushing the trolley to the next aisle where she placed in some sanitary towels, shampoo and shower gel before continuing on with her full weeks grocery shop hoping that with everything else going on in the world right now that no-one would see that she had wet herself in desperation due to the restrictions of a worldwide epidemic. Everyone would remember the pandemic, thought Pam, but for her it would forever remind her of the panic on finding the ladies locked and what happened as a result.
  23. Obedient Omar Omar was nervous and excited as he logged into the familiar site online. Alone in his flat, as always, on his seventh week in lockdown due to a worldwide pandemic, life should have been boring by now. Perhaps it would have been had he not started week 1 by signing up to a worldwide dating site as he downed a few more beers than normal. ‘Best decision I have ever made’ he thought as adrenaline gave him the biggest smile and even made his penis twitch with anticipation. Casey was online just as they had planned. ‘Hey handsome! Fancy meeting you here! You still ok for tonight?’ ‘Absolutely!’ There was something different about online communication that put Omar at ease so much quicker. Maybe it was the comfort of being in his own home, or the ability to switch off anytime he felt uncomfortable or maybe it was the fact that it was just so much more private and intimate. Whatever it was it was sure making his connection with Casey much hotter and far more enjoyable than he ever thought possible. Last night things had developed rather quickly and what had started as friendly chat had turned into Omar becoming highly aroused to the point of no return. Casey had not only been happy about it she was even actively supporting, touching herself exactly as Omar himself wanted to do to her, slowly stripping herself in ways he described on messages and via video, and saying words that caused his body to react very strongly indeed.The two hour video interaction had been so sexually tantalising that Omar had cum on camera whilst Casey watched on not just once but twice! Just seeing her again in a beautiful revealing top and an inviting smile made his brain replay everything in all its glory causing his penis to rise already. But tonight was HER turn. Omar was determined about that. Casey had taken him to a place of absolute ecstasy and whilst he’d love nothing more than to return there tonight again he had enough self control and respect for Casey to want to repay the favour. He knew she was attracted to him, she’s already said and done enough to prove that, but she’d never actually orgasmed yet on camera and Omar longed to see her do so. So in the aftermath of an intensive and highly erotic evening he had agreed to be her slave tonight and do anything she wished that might give her pleasure. He’d even dug through cupboards and drawers and made a trip out for ‘essentials’ to complete the items on her list. He smiled as he now showed her the handcuffs, whip, the cans of bear and bottle of wine, the towel and the clean underwear. He was game for most things and if Casey wanted to reenact her favourite scenes from Fifty Shades then that’s what he would do. That’s certainly what the items seem to be leading to in his mind anyway. As they made light conversation Casey requested he drink the beer ‘to loosen up’ and Omar was happy to oblige. A while later, when that can was empty she loosely suggested he have another ‘after all you might be getting hot and sweaty later’. Omar liked the sound of that and happily drank more. When that finished Casey laughed and joked that what she had planned would work even better if Omar was ‘relaxed as much as possible’ so actively encouraged another beer. Omar couldn’t refuse since he’d agreed to be obedient and let her be the master. Besides, he was definitely having fun and it was easy to drink when someone else was turning you on, teasing you and getting excited in return. When Casey began touching her breasts and smiling Omar wondered what might be coming next. So far things were fun, but tame, as Casey finally seemed to remember the handcuffs. Omar waved them on camera but as he stood up to do so he found himself moving from foot to foot a little more than normal. He was feeling flushed so took off his shirt and showed off his hairy, toned and muscular chest. Casey ran her fingers over her breasts and ran her tongue simultaneously around her lips in delight. The glimmer in her eyes showing she liked what she saw. ‘Are you wanting me to handcuff myself? Would you like that?’ ‘Maybe soon’ Omar returned to the seat at his computer crossing his legs beneath him as he realised the beers were definitely affecting him. If Casey wanted him handcuffed he might take a quick break first. ‘If it’s going to be later could I maybe take a minute first?’ ‘Why? You ok?’ ‘Yeah, just nipping to the bathroom. I won’t be a minute babe.’ ‘But wait a minute! Wasn’t I meant to be the master tonight?’ ‘Yeah of course! Please master may I take a minute to pee?’ ‘Master says no’ Omar laughed. He wasn’t expecting that but hey he had said Casey was in change and she did seem very excited, which was exactly what he wanted. It wasn’t too bad anyway. So he laughed and replied. ‘Ok. Master rules. So what’s next? Handcuffs? ‘Not yet. What about some wine?’ ‘Really? Ok boss!’ Omar popped the wine and poured himself a glass while Casey watched on screen. At least she had some too so that wasn’t as bad. The only problem was pouring the wine was highlighting the fact he really did need a piss. It would go away or die down soon enough, he hoped, as he dutifully starting drinking the wine. It tasted sweeter than the beer but none the less pleasant. Casey was great company and chatting and playing was a great distraction to his bladder, though he was aware that he was moving around a lot more on his chair and tapping his leg now and again. He thought he would chance asking again. ‘Emmm master, would it be ok if I had a quick piss? I’ll be right back?’ ‘Master says no’ Casey might have been saying no but her smile, cheeky look and actions showed she wasn’t trying to hurt him and clearly just messing around and having fun. Had he not been drinking so much Omar may have realised sooner what was happening but being a little ‘tipsy’ and determined to bring Casey to climax tonight he was too distracted and inebriated to realise that it was actually his desperation to piss that was interesting Casey and turning her on. Still not realising the connection Omar happily obliged when Casey insisted he had another glass of wine even if he did say twice during it that he ‘really needed a pee’. All Omar could see was that Casey was thoroughly enjoying herself and evidently getting turned on and that the only person responsible was him, which pleased him greatly. So when Casey requested he take off his jeans and sit with just his light blue boxers on Omar was only too happy to oblige. ‘Then can I take a quick piss?’ ‘No sexy! Then you can pick up the whip!’ Casey was laughing but she herself had now stripped down to her underwear, sporting a very flattering red lace bra and matching knickers that accentuated every curve and asset of her beautiful figure. Despite very much needing to empty his bladder Omar couldn’t help but feel turned on by seeing her and his hand drifted naturally to his half erect penis. Casey clearly noticed, remarking quickly: ‘Is it that bad you have to hold yourself like a kid?’ ‘What? Oh sorry! It’s just...it’s just that...wow you are are very beautiful woman Casey and you make me want to touch myself ok! Fuck baby you are very hot. So what have I to do with this whip? Where have I to whip myself master?’ ‘Whip yourself?’ Casey laughed, ‘Nowhere! I want you to sit up on the chair slave, bring your knees up so your feet are on the chair too and then using that whip I want you to tickle you feet with it!’ ‘Ah! Fuck! I’ve got it! That secret fetish of yours...you have a foot fetish! I told you I would work it out!’ Casey laughed, a sexy, erotic laugh that Omar loved so much as he dutifully and obediently used the whip as best he could to tickle his feet. He hadn’t expected it to be ticklish but goodness it really was. So ticklish in fact that he suddenly had to grab his dick tight as an urgent and strong need to empty his bladder overtook his body so suddenly he though he would explode. ‘Oh God! Please master can I go piss? I’m bursting here!’ ‘Master says no. Sorry! Now have you got the handcuffs?’ ‘Yes. They are...here they are! Oh come on...can’t I just have a quick slash? I seriously am desperate baby’ Omar hadn’t quite managed to let go of his penis as waves of desperation continued to hit him hard. Now very much squirming and clearly uncomfortable Casey seemed to be getting more and more aroused by the minute. Distracted by his urgent need and unable to stop fidgeting Omar still hadn’t made the connection between his desperate state and the exponential increase in Casey’s libido. ‘So slave, how bad is this need to go pee pee? You aren’t going to leave me just as I am about to climax are you? Now did I do such a thing to you yesterday? No I didn’t. You are a grown man and it’s not much to expect you to wait until I get my promised satisfaction now is it? It’s not like you are going to piss yourself is it?’ Omar, squirming madly on his chair, his bottom pushed right back against the chair and his back leaning forward with one hand tightly between his crotch and the other gripping the arm of the chair as his legs swung, bounced and scissored in and out, so wanted to please Casey, be obedient to her commands and bring her delight, but yet he had to admit, even if reluctantly, that that final question may yet become a very embarrassing reality very soon. ‘I will obey. But oh my God I actually can’t remember EVER having to piss this fucking badly!’ ‘Does this help?’ Casey undid her bra letting it drop suddenly to the floor as she stood close to the camera giving Omar a full on view of her firm, plump and sexy breasts as she licked her fingers sexually and twiddled her own nipples one by one. As bursting as he was to piss Omar had to admit this girl was as hot as they came! He stroked his aching penis with arousal, fully aware that had his bladder not been about to explode any second he would be edging himself extremely close to climax by now, especially now Casey had removed her knickers revealing a closely shaven and very wet vagina with a very hard clitoris. ‘Oh God you are beautiful Casey!’ ‘And you are a good slave turning me on. So handcuffs...Omar handcuff yourself to your seat. Talk to me about how badly you want release. You are so fucking sexy when you are desperate to piss like this. In fact, do you want another beer? You look like you are sweating there and I don’t want you being thirsty. In fact I demand you have another beer then handcuff yourself to the back of the chair you are sitting on. You can put the towel under you first if you want. I am very close to orgasm here you know. Very close indeed.’ ‘And I am fucking going to piss myself! Is that what you want to see? A grown man piss his underwear because you handcuffed him to a chair and made his desperate bladder burst? Oft you drive a hard bargain but God you are the sexiest thing ever! Is that buzzing I hear?’ Casey had straddled her chair naked, her nipples hard and erect, her face flushed and her buzzing vibrator rubbing against her dripping vagina as she ran her other hand through her hair and moaned. Oman, ever obedient, stood from his chair, dancing around and marching on the spot, opened the final beer and drank as much as he could whilst twisting his body to prevent himself from having an accident. He swirled the can at the camera so Casey could hear how much he had drank. Finally the penny dropped and Omar looked directly into the camera head on whispering erotically: ‘I think I’m gonna piss myself. I really can’t hold this much longer! I’m just so bursting, so desperate, I need to fucking piss so bad. Oh please master may I piss before i soak my underpants?’ Casey’s response was as Omar predicted as he watched her pant, insert the dildo inside herself as her eyes lit up with passion and desire. ‘Your fetish! It’s...it’s people pissing themselves isn’t it?’ ‘Just do as you are told slave! Get those handcuffs on!’ Casey continued to play with herself openly and pleasurably while Omar fidgeted, held himself, pee danced like a little child, and moaned as he sat naked, other than his boxers, onto the metal computer chair with the towel on top as he tried to handcuff himself to the back of the chair whilst trying to not piss himself. He had to go oh so badly that it hurt. He couldn’t stand or sit still now and couldn’t dare allow his hand to stop gripping his aching penis. He could feel the weight of the liquid in his bladder and even see how distended it was. It was going to come out wether he wanted it to or not. Omar scissored his legs in and out, crossed his legs and squirmed as Casey pleasured herself more, sliding the buzzing toy in and out as she moved closer to the camera allowing Omar to see and hear everything. The dripping wet vulva, the throbbing lips, the squelching of her juices all making Omar’s heart skip a beat. Against anything he had ever experienced before he couldn’t help but be amazed that despite the fact he was seconds away from exploding with litres of warm piss his aching penis was now hardening and longing with passion too. Casey moaned with passion as Omar moaned in desperation, making Casey moan more in passion and desire even more. As Casey slid the vibratory in harder, faster and deeper Omar squirmed more, moaned more and begged more to be released to piss. ‘Oh God it’s going to come out any second. I can feel it! I can’t hold back!’ Casey increased her pleasuring and edged closer to climax on camera as Omar let out a whimper as a sudden strong wave of urgency hit and, unable to grab himself to prevent it, a shot of warm urine spurt from his erect penis soaking the crotch of his light blue boxers and causing his thighs to glisten with warm liquid and his boxers to cling to his erect penis. ‘Shit! I just leaked. I’m going to explode any second Casey! Please please let me piss! I’m begging you master! It’s so absolutely urgent that I go now! I can’t wait another second longer! This is so embarrassing and humiliating but I honestly am about to burst! Oh master take pity on me! I beseech you to just release me to piss please. I’ve been holding so so long. I’ve been such a good boy! But...oh God...I can’t wait....too many beers, too long a wait...I can’t do this much longer...’ Omar could see the effect he was having, albeit that he was genuinely desperate and not just trying to bring Casey to orgasm. He couldn’t help but notice how she moaned, responded and reacted as her eyes lit up watching his every move and listening to his every word. Just like he had been putty in her hands the previous night she was putty in his hands tonight, seconds away from exploding in her own way as he was seconds from exploding with urine. Time seemed to stand still as both edged ever closer to climax, Omar begging and squirming, his penis twitching and throbbing as Casey rode her vibrator edging closer to climax, moaning and gasping in urgency. Omar bit his lip, bouncing both legs furiously as he closed his eyes and let his head rest back. He clenched as hard as his muscles could as his hard penis shook and twitched in agony for release. ‘Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck! It’s not gonna stop!’ Casey moaned loudly as she reached her point of no return simultaneously as he head tipped back, her heart raced and her body swelled the dildo fir all she was worth as droplets of warm fluid squirted out of her pussy in time with warm liquid oozing from Omar’s erect penis. Omar swore as urine soared through his urethra causing his penis to pound against his soaked boxers as urine soared in the air and poured back down over his belly button, along his stomach and around his thighs, the warm liquid sending shivers right through his body as his moons of relief blending into one with Casey’s. Omar couldn’t stop. He briefly paused only to immediately restart with a surge so strong he thought he might rocket off the chair! He was drenched, totally and thoroughly right from his chest to his toes. But by God did he feel relief like he never had before. Casey climaxed twice as she watched and listened to everything Omar did, shaking with ecstasy and a sense of fulfilment. After a minute Casey broke the silence first: ‘God you really had to go didn’t you Omar? Fair play that was bloody amazing mate. I really need a shower after that!’ ‘Me too! Master, is it ok if I can be released for that?’ ‘Master says yes. Master would also love to do that again sometime. Same time tomorrow?’ ‘Yes! Oh and make sure YOU have plenty of wine this time. See you tomorrow!’
  24. themerger

    malefemale Wetting dare

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    I accepted the dare posed by @Atrix the other day. I made sure to get real full before letting loose in my bedroom. I thought my roommate was asleep, which made me nervous when I heard shuffling feet downstairs as I soaked myself!

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  25. View File Wetting dare I accepted the dare posed by @Atrix the other day. I made sure to get real full before letting loose in my bedroom. I thought my roommate was asleep, which made me nervous when I heard shuffling feet downstairs as I soaked myself! Submitter themerger Submitted 03/28/2020 Category Male  
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