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So it looks like he is sort of pressing his hand in to his crotch because he needs to pee. The expression in his face makes it seem like he’s looking for something, a bathroom, a place for relief, a distraction to keep him from peeing. At some point he moves over to the half wall and leaks some when he goes to sit, not realizing that it was enough to soak his shorts some. The expression on his face is one of both frustration and satisfaction from a little relief and a little warmth, giving him a bit of a tickle on his pickle😉, but his frustration is with whomever (person taking pictures?) is preventing him from going and peeing. He’s not new to peeing his pants because he holds it too long. A couple of weeks earlier he was at a long movie and kept thinking he needed to go to the bathroom. But the isles were full and he was blocked in, and eventually peed his pants then too. He loves the relief that he gets and doesn’t admit to anyone, but he loves the public humiliation where others see him peeing his pants or seeing where he peed his pants. Alex is kind of a bad boy, yet innocent soul too. He has one kink that gets him extremely turned on, he loves to hold his pee until he can’t anymore. He does it at least once a day, and isn’t afraid to do it in front of someone else. Alex also loves to control when his friends can go too, so he makes sure to be the one driving, and will intentionally go out of his way to make sure he takes a longer route if he even suspects that someone in the car needs to pee. Vinny and a couple of his friends went shopping. His parents gave him some money to get some new clothes while they were away. So he has his hands pretty full when he starts to realize he needs to pee. At first he fidgets and then breaks away from the group to find a bathroom. As he starts to walk in to the bathroom he feels his tight briefs get warm, not realizing he’s peed some. He gets to the urinal and then realizes his hands are too full and he isn’t able to get his dick out when he begins to pee in his pants. A pair of brothers 14 and 7 walk in and the 7 year old sees Vinny has pee dripping from both sides of his pants legs and on to the floor and says to his brother that “that big boy peed his pants like you did yesterday.” They make eye contact and Vinny has tears running down. The older brother says, “im glad I’m not the only one.” The little boy says, “yeah. Big babies” Jaden and his older brother decided to take a small weekend getaway to a beach about an hour away. Jaden overslept and was rudely awoken by his brother, who was itching to get on the road right away. Jaden got the last of his bag together and went downstairs when his brother took his bag and said “time to hit the road sleepyhead”. About 30 minutes in to the drive Jaden realized his bladder was aching, he asked about how much longer “we’ve got another 30 minutes or so bud.” He reclined the seat back and attempted to fall asleep. 10 minutes passed by and he rolled to his other side and crossed his leg a little and put his hand between his legs. “You ok bud?” His brother asked, “I’m fine.” He responded with a lie. A few more minutes he shoves his hands a little deeper between his legs. He feels a drop of pee escape. He sits up and tries to play it off as just uncomfortable. Another 10 minutes passes by and his brother says “we are almost there, you excited yet?” “Mmhmm” is all Jaden can muster trying to hold his pee. They finally arrive and he feels a big squirt escape. As they go to check in to the hotel, and as he is standing at the counter with his brother he feels his legs getting warmer as pee starts to come out and run down his legs. A puddle forms under him. Matthew has been playing outfield for a while now. He started peepee dancing 20 minutes in to the game and the bathrooms at the ball field are out of order. He has to wait until the next inning to swap out and he able to use the bathroom. The pitcher is up to bat and the ball comes flying in his direction. He starts running. Not realizing with each step that some pee is escaping. He catches the ball and tosses it to second base. Matthew realizes then that he’s in trouble. His light grey pants have a plate sized wet spot at his crotch. His white briefs and his sport cup are soaked where pee ran around it. He keeps holding it as the next couple of players make their moves. During the long walk from the outfield he’s trying to walk quickly and carefully. But every few steps he begins to pee again. By the time he gets to the dugout, he starts to pee his pants all the way. One of his best friends wraps an arm around him and tries to comfort Matthew as he stands there with pee soaking his thighs, then his knees, and even his socks and shoes. Thankfully Matthews friend has a towel that he uses to shove between his legs to absorb some of the pee. By the time they rotate out, all that can be seen is the wet ring from where he originally peed. Radu got selected to do a photo shoot with a talent group looking for teen models. He knew that today was the day. It is a warm Friday afternoon, school is out for the day and he is already wearing what he wants to have on. Because he had to check in and meet them at the scene for where they were going to be photographing him, he had to leave school right away- missing one of his regular bathroom stops on his way away from the school. It’s about a 15 minute walk once he gets off school property to make it there, and much to his dismay he realizes there isn’t a bathroom here to use. While he is signing paper work, he slightly crossed one leg over the other, more to put one foot on top of the other than anything else. He and the two photographers discuss the two places where pictures were going to be taken, and how many. They tell him it will take about an hour and they will both get about 200 pictures in total. At first things are ok and his urgency to pee isn’t too strong. At one point he begins pressing his hand in to his crotch because he needs to pee. The expression in his face makes it seem like he’s looking for something, a bathroom, a place for relief, a distraction to keep him from peeing. They tell him he needs to focus and change positions because he was crossing his legs. The expression on his face is one of both frustration and satisfaction from a little relief as a very small squirt comes out. He mentions to the photographer that he needs to use the bathroom, where they say “just hold it.” He’s not new to peeing his pants because he holds it too long, more often than he should, or would ever admit. He groans but continues to listen to their direction. Another squirt leaks out an he changes positions to crossing his legs again. Radu could feel his underwear getting wet as pee slowly trickles out in to his underwear. He grins as he feels the warmth spreading more and more, finally relaxing and enjoying the warmth flow freely. Noah and his family have been on vacation, the picture we see is from the afternoon before they leave from celebrating a holiday and his 16th birthday. The next morning he and his 12 year old brother pile in the back seat of their parents sedan as they take off. Noah falls asleep and sleeps for the first 3 hours of their journey, and is woken up by the car coming to a stop as they pull in to gas up. His mom asks if he needs a bathroom break and he says no, as does his little brother. They both drift off to sleep and sleep for about an hour when Noah wakes up hearing about his little brother asking for a bathroom break. It dawns on him as he’s crossing his right leg over his left that he really needs to go pee too, his underwear were actually already slightly damp. Dad says “y’all are going to have to wait” and points to the traffic getting backed up. The car begins to roll. “But I really need to pee.” He pleads. “Like I’m about to pee my pants. What am I supposed to do?” He presses legs together really hard as his gray shorts begin to turn darker and darker as he starts peeing. Noah looks at his brother. “It’s probably a bad time to say this, but I need to pee pretty bad too and Nathan is already peeing his pants.” His brother is crying and cuts Noah a look. Noah crosses his legs the other way really tight as he feels a squirt come out. Noah bends forward pressing his hands in to his crotch. Another squirt escapes and Noah turns to look at his brother who is watching in awe as Noah wets his khaki shorts more. Eventually giving in and letting go. Camden is on a road trip with his big bro, Camren. Camden slept right though his alarm and made Camren wake him up causing them to be late getting on the rode. Since they were late Camden didn’t have a chance to use the bathroom. As he got in the car he felt a slight need to pee but ignored it. He ended up falling asleep again in the car for most of the trip. After 2 hours he woke up and realized he really need to pee crossing his left leg over his right. He asked his bro how much longer they had. “Almost there, about 30 mins” he answered. Camden let out a sigh as he crossed his legs tighter. 30 mins later the pulled in to the parking lot. The pressure was to much for Camden as he felt his bladder release soaking his pants and briefs. He started to cry as his big bro looked over at him. He said it was okay and that he had to pee too and was leaking. He mange to pull down his pants showing Camden his wet briefs. Camden watch in shook as his big bro fully peed himself in the car.

This Party’s A Dump! A story request for Asperman1 “Hey! I told you kids to get lost!” Jasmine turned her head toward the direction of all the yelling. Seeing a pair of security guards stopping three college delinquents from trespassing the property. “Hey fuck you asshole! Do we look like children?!” One of the youngsters yelled back as he ran away with his friends in tow. There’s always punks trying to sneak into celebrity events for whatever reason, usually troublesome college dropouts. Such as the case for the high brow pool party that Jasmine and her film director husband Rick were invited to. Of course it wasn’t a typical pool party. This party carried a honorary maternity theme for fashion stars and divas much like herself, as Jasmine was pregnant with twins. “Watch your step hun,” Rick told her, supporting her up the stairs leading into the mansion hosting said gathering. Jasmine climbed carefully to not harm her beloved twins in her and managed well thanks to her husband. “Thank you sweetie,” Jasmine told Rick. “My pleasure as always, shall we?” Rick motioned toward the front door. Jasmine nodded and the two entered. The mansion wasn’t worth noting in either of their minds as they walked to the other end, just another typical fancy mansion owned by people of high society. In short, expensive but luxurious. Luckily the party would be outside in the large backyard and pool out in the grace of the sun, with a nearby forest to provide needed shade. There were the usual set pieces of a party strewn across the yard. Tables and chairs with silverware and the like, music playing from the patio. It was very pristine. The two were immediately greeted by fellow colleagues and fashion stars, many pregnant themselves but not all. Jasmine has been to many parties like this in the past but this time felt different, due to her special cargo and the theme. Although her twins weren’t the only reason her stomach was extended. The festivity started with an Introductory speech by the host of the party, Ms. Howard of the Hollywood administration, thanking the attendees for coming and honoring the joys of maternity. Jasmine can tell from the passion in her voice that she is someone who has a natural born caretaker like personality. Very warm and welcoming. Sadly she couldn’t focus as stomach cramps attack her mercilessly during the presentation, caused by something deep within her digestive tract. Jasmine had been into the obscure panty poop fetish and wanted to have an ‘accident’ for the past few days, preparing by using her food cravings to make a huge load. However this plan backfired as it unintentionally constipated her. This means that by the time of the current party, an extraordinary amount of waste has been stuck inside her gathering mass. logs and logs of poop were collecting itself with little remaining patience. It had gotten to the point of even blocking up her whole bladder, engorging on hot piss with nowhere to release said piss. This excessive waste have been enlarging both her bowels and her bladder to an absurd degree for days, shown off externally by Jasmine’s extended belly. Now it was becoming uncomfortable being bloated for this long. Made worse by Jasmine’s pregnancy, normally her twins would influence her bodily functions to act more aggressively and make her use the bathroom more frequently. This and her unfortunate constipation have not mixed well at all for these past few days, though the cramps have mercilessly been minimal. Jasmine even contemplated the possibility that she might end up having a full blown accident right here at the party. but at this point she didn't care now, she would do anything to be free from the excessive guttural cramping. Regardless, both Jasmine and Rick did their best to enjoy the party, and converse with many famous personalities. People held their conversations to the usual topics and occasional gossip. While the attendees were mostly fashion stars, quite a few Hollywood and internet types were also present. Although strangely enough, there were many maintenance people here too. They were under the host’s employ and were just minding themselves, why? Jasmine couldn’t fathom their presence. As the party carried on, Jasmine could feel her bloated innards' contents slosh inside. It was an strange experience that was sadly not worth the bloating. While Rick would talk to actors and actresses that he worked with before, Jasmine contented herself with her fellow fashion models. The maternity theme worked in Jasmine’s favor surprisingly, as she was alongside trusted friends who were also pregnant like her. This made Jasmine feel more relaxed and opened up about her current situation to her close colleagues. “Oh yeah I’ve had a few moments like that already,” Marcy said, a fellow fashion star on the rise and a friend to Jasmine. “Really, you too?” Jasmine asked surprised. “Oh yeah. When I had my first kid, I couldn't stop pissing and shitting myself all the time. Believe me I tried not to, but I only ended up burning though tons of panties," Marcy admitted without any hint of embarrassment. "Why didn't you try diapers?” asked another friend, Anika. She was someone who would be a professor for her book-smarts if she wasn’t already a famous voice actress. "I did thought of it, but personally not my style. Not dunking on those who do use them though, had a friend like that growing up. It is what it is," Marcy responded. "Well I can't get a diaper right now," Jasmine said. “Well you don't really need one in all honesty," Anika said matter-of-factually. "In fact It is very common the world over, it's not even out of the ordinary to have an accident out in the open you know?” Jasmine raised her eyebrow, “An accident? In the open? You don’t mean-” “Peeing and pooping yourself in front of the public?” Marcy interjected. “Well… yes,” Jasmine answered feeling a little embarrassed. “I mean, I know it isn’t unusual to sometimes wet or mess yourself. It’s well known to happen all the time and is generally accepted as a part of everyday life. But in public? With people watching…” “Yeah well, it's actually way more common than you think. Especially if someone was experiencing internal problems or pregnant. In your case, you’ve got both problems under her belt,” Anika revealed. “Oh? Is that why...?” Jasmine asked, referring to the maintenance folks nearby. “Yep, the host Ms. Howard did her homework.” Anika said, with Marcy nodding in agreement. Knowing these facts helped alleviate some of the worries she held in her head. However during their conversation, Jasmine's accumulated filth was now once again attempting to push out deep inside her. Her insides were so engorged by her waste inside, that it was begging to be emptied just to revert back to normal size. Both her bowels and her bladder wanted this nonsense to end just as much as Jasmine. This time, her constipation was still in full effect, but not as strongly as before. Her stubborn anus was beginning to weaken. Jasmine began to blush and outwardly show the first signs of panic, as she began to fully realize what might happen at any moment. Though as if the universe had a coincidental sense of timing, someone else was about to beat her to the finish line. Hearing a strange sound behind her, Jasmine and her colleagues turned to the source. Only to see a well known actress nearby had begun crying as she soiled herself out of nowhere. Her pants were swelling up as her underwear was filled with poop. Guess the food didn’t agree with her at all. While the actress was helped out by her friends as well as Ms. Howard as maintenance workers stood by in support, the event had stirred Jasmine’s anus to accelerate it's weakening state. Any moment now, what has happened will be repeated by Jasmine, only 5x worse. “You're at your limit, aren’t you?” A familiar voice spoke. Jasmine Identified it as her husband, who was checking on her. “Is it that obvious?” Jasmine asked. “Kind of, you're not being subtle Jasmine,” Marcy said. “It's about to come out at any moment, and I can tell there’s a lot in me,” Jasmine admitted to her close circle. “Yeah, I figured it was gonna be big. You were going to shit yourself when you got constipated weren’t you?” Ricked asked, knowing full well the answer. Jasmine nodded which made Rick smile. ‘Of course,’ he thought, Jasmine’s always up to something dirty. “You know it’s ok to let it all go, no one will think less of you if you do,” Anika said supportingly. “Maybe, but even then it still feels embarrassing. I don’t even know if I even can,” Jasmine said. “Nonsense. I can tell whatever you have in you will break though if you give a good push. So go ahead and let her rip,” Rick encouraged. “Are you sure?” Jasmine asked, feeling her waste moving once again. Almost as if it was motivated by Rick’s words. Everyone around her smiled including Rick “Hon, you’ve been really struggling for a while and I can’t stand it. I got you back all the way. Besides, I've seen it all already. Do your worst.” Rick’s approval was all Jasmine’s body needed to beat the blockage. Her body automatically made a concerted effort to push as hard as it can to get her shit and piss out. Suddenly Jasmine could feel a massive hot mass instantly fill her underwear in mere seconds. At long last she was pooping. Yet she had only just begun and her panties were already full, that didn't bother the poop still plopping into it. Even though Jasmine was wearing a long dress, everyone around her could clearly hear and definitely smell what was happening in her panties. Her bowels deflated along with her belly just as her underwear did the exact opposite, filling up with huge logs of shit while Jasmine was overcome by the nectar of relief. Shortly after the bladder finally was unclogged too, resulting with a violent stream of hot pee jetting out into her poopy panties. The piss soaked all the poop making it even wetter than it already was, while also pouring down Jasmine's legs into the puddles below with a loud hiss. Rick meanwhile held his wife’s hand to keep her at ease, calling for the attention of the clean up boys. Mere seconds after the pooping began, Jasmine’s underwear was completely destroyed. The seat, rear, front, the whole of the fabric was ruined by either her nasty crap or her piss. In fact the undies couldn’t take it as it dragged down to the ground as its excessive contents spilled out ceaselessly. That’s when Jasmine’s ears picked up the sound of poop again, but not from herself. Given the sheer scale of her ‘little’ accident must have made other watchers poop their pants. A quick glance around her revealed some of her fellow stars had the same face she had right now. Another glance showed some wetting themselves as well, with wet blotches forming on their pants and skirts. Quite the situation this was becoming for her. Whether or not they were peeing or pooping intentionally or not was beyond Jasmine’s capacity, especially since she was still busy emptying herself from both ends herself. She could only guess how bad everyone else was doing. Some might have big lumpy bulges while others had plump wet mush in their panties. Some might had some pee come out while others drenched their dresses full stop. Jasmine would never know the extent of everyone else's accidents. Thinking this way was utterly embarrassing yet satisfying for Jasmine, feeling her evacuation continuing for what seemed never ending. She didn’t want to acknowledge her shit in between her legs where her undies were now being buried under. Nor did she want to admit to all the pee all over her legs and soaked shoes and socks. The smell didn’t help matters as it grew fouler with every stool that came out of her. Suddenly with a loud snap and slimy plop, her poopy panties broke under the weight and fell with its load onto the growing pile on the ground below her. Still she wasn’t done as she continued pooping and peeing, forming a small sloppy mountain below her. After another minute it finally ended for Jasmine with a final tinkle of pee dribbling onto the pile below. “Finished?” Rick asked. Jasmine nodded grateful, yet still embarrassed for how awful the mess she made was. Panting she was nervous over how bad the pile under her was. In realty it was truly a mountain of poop towering from the ground. logs lying on top one another, one could mistaken this load for an elephant's. Covered and surrounded by a sea of pee that acted as the icing on the shit cake. Somewhere buried in that pile was Jasmine's former panties, surly to be lost forever forgotten. But at least her bowels and bladder were finally empty and calm, no more bloating. Even Jasmine's stomach had shrunken quite a bit. “My my, someone really had to go did they?” A voice asked from afar. Both Jasmine and Rick turned to see Ms. Howard smiling at them. Rick nodded back and pointed to the ground to give emphasis to the extent of what Jasmine had done. “Oh dear, well don’t worry friends. I had prepared for something like this given the theme, you really can’t help it when you have precious cargo sometimes,” The host assured, just as the maintenance workers arrived to start the clean up. Jasmine and Rick walked over to Ms. Howard to extend their apologies. “No worries friends. Let my workers take care of the mess, I’m paying them extra for working today for this reason. While they do that, go ahead to the second floor bathroom. There’ll be spare panties and cleaning wipes waiting for you to use at your leisure. Don’t worry about the others either, they will be taken care of too,” Ms. Howard graciously offered to the couple. “Thank you so much, I owe you one,” Jasmine said, grateful for the host’s hospitality. “You don’t owe me anything daring, just take care of yourself ok?” The host smiled. After this exchange, the two headed back indoors to clean up. Jasmine felt much better after unleashing her load and was glad to get it all out. Shame for what happened to her underwear, oh well. Going up the stairs, she noticed a portrait on the wall that was very telling. Ms. Howard and her late husband, and their five kids. Of course she’s a caretaker, she too had seen it all. As for Marcy and Anika, they only sighed to themselves at their table. “You think she’ll be ok?” Anika pondered. “Oh yeah. Rick will take care of Jasmine, she’s very lucky to have him. Let alone having a kid together.” “Very true. At least we’re used to it,” Anika mused. Marcy agreed as the both of them had something warm and mushy in their undies. A plump bulge stained brown sat in their panties, the poop nestled happily inside without resistance. Well they weren't planning on doing such a thing, but Jasmine shouldn’t have all the pleasure of relief. Later on Jasmine and Rick would rejoin them and enjoy the rest of the party joyfully. Looking back, Jasmine learned to laugh off this misadventure fondly, even sharing it to other women like herself. *** “Goddamn this party’s literally a dump,” A voice said, silent and sneaky. With all the commotion going on, trespassers were afoot in the form of the college delinquents from earlier. They had stealthily used the forest next by to get closer to the property. While they were here to try to ‘misplace’ some booze, they too were distracted by the little incident. They were certainly close enough to smell everything that happened. By the time they refocused, they’re window of opportunity was long gone. The extra commotion would make it much harder to infiltrate the party without being caught. “Shit, we need to bail. We’ll have to try someplace else,” The delinquent leader said. “And at another time, I need to head back to the campus pronto,” another voice said. The two punks discussed their future plans while the third member remained distracted, still watching the party until one of them got their attention. “Hey Avery, you alright?” The leader asked. “Oh yeah, it’s just the smell is unbearable,” she said. “Heh, yeah I agree. Let’s bolt before the stench knocks us all out,” The leader said. “You’ll be okay on your own?” He asked his partners in crime. Both nodded confidently and with that, the trio split into their own destinations, sneaking off back into the forest. Avery however waited till the others were gone and looked back at the scene before leaving. The messy fashion star was heading inside and the staff had already cleaned up half of the mess on the back lawn. In contrast to what Avery had said a minute ago, she took in a good whiff of the stink in the air with awakened vigor. The reason was not because of what the woman did, but what Avery did. Walking past the pine trees and thick shrubs Avery found herself a secluded spot in the woods. After a quick check to make sure she was alone, she reached over to her butt and dipped her hand into her jeans, feeling something warm and firm inside her underwear. Seeing the celebrity shit herself like that, made something in Avery’s mind click. Before Avery knew what was happening, her body automatically relaxed and poop plopped out into her panties right on the spot. Two slimy logs found themselves settled in her pants without resistance of any kind. Avery didn’t even push the logs out of her, they just slid out freely. Of course the others didn’t notice, not with the spectacle already on display, plus they wouldn’t tell her stink from the celebrity. Avery never had pooped her pants before in her life, yet it felt oddly satisfying. Feeling her waste in her undies, she was wondering why she never tried this before. Despite this, she hadn’t actually emptied herself fully yet. With no one around, Avery felt curious and didn’t mind finishing what she started right here in the forest. Undoing her jeans, Avery gave a slight push to let the rest of her shit know it was okay to come out. Wet sloppy noise ripped from her butt as brown shit began filling her dirty underwear yet again. Softer and mushier than her previous logs, her fresh poop filled her panties quickly, her logs being buried by the squishy mush. Her load was not as ridiculously big as that fashion star, but her underwear was quite heavy and bulging by the time Avery was done pooping. Though sadly her bladder wasn't full of pee at the moment, a missed opportunity for sure. “Ahhh,” Avery happily sighed, smelling the odor of her poop. Pulling her pants back up, her load squished against her ass being confined by her jeans. Feeling her soft crap nuzzle her ass cheeks was beginning to turn her on. With that dirty thought in mind, Avery started heading back to her dorm, eager to ‘explore’ more in private. Every step she took squashed her poop more onto her butt, and thus made her crotch wetter. The others might have left empty handed, but Avery certainly didn’t, not by a long shot. The End

View File Good morning Mermaid As promised the video of the hold that you all voted for. Me wetting my pajama pants and a pair of pink panties, standing in my bedroom this morning. Also, sorry about the weird cropping my room is a mess. Submitter m3rmaid Submitted 05/13/2023 Category Female  

ok just remembered this, Fort Benning, summer of 2007 my platoon was in a formation fixing to start the obstecal course. and in the Army, you always drink lots of water. since it was georgia during the summer it was wround 115 plus humidity, and daily we drank about 6-10 canteens of water(thats a litre per canteen) and we sweat so much that when we did pee wasnt much. BUT one the guys we'll call him Joe, had to pee really really badly, he asked the drill sgt if he could go and utalize the tree line, the DS said "fuck no,pee you're pants if you have to go so badly". so joe stood there at parade rest and just soaked the fuck out of his pants.(a hot day like that it must of felt good also lol) anyways the drill sgt said "holy shit,i was just kidding, See everyone thats how someone follows orders" after we got back to the barracks he pulled his boots off and dumped a shit load of pee out (in the army we have to blouse(tuck) out pants legs into our boots, so all that did was funnel it.

Public Desperation Pee and Masturbation in Mens Grey Boxers View File Peeing and masturbating in her boyfriend's grey boxers without him knowing. 😈 ALL CREDITS GO TO: https://www.pornhub.com/model/robinag45 Submitter WettingMaster Submitted 03/06/2023 Category Female  

TBH I remember playing this little game on Nickelodeon a long time ago that I can remember where the main character is desperate in front of a porta potty and the "game over" is him peeing himself. It was pretty comedic back then but it got me wondering; are they any other browser games that contained wetting (particularly female) or any other form of Omo? And I know flash is practically dead but I wanna hear what you people have played, seen, or heard.

Hello I'm new to this site. I hope to make fanfics based on the topic above. Anyone got any Ideas or requests of some sort? Also any advice for new people on this site?

DISCLAIMER: This story is completely fictional and takes place in a slightly different reality from ours, so it might be a little confusing at first; Plus this story and all others are part of the same reality, showing what this oddball messy world is like through different characters. Here's the big one though: The story contains messing/pooping. I know this site is mostly about wetting and most don't care about pooping. So if you don't like that sort of thing and don't want to read this story, that's perfectly fine by me, just giving you a heads up. Now with all that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the story anyhow. Messy Office Trouble "Oh no, not now,"This was the last thing 30-year-old Jenny needed right now, stuck in this boring meeting in her office building job and now she needs to poop badly. Sure Jenny enjoyed her job just fine, but the same couldn't be said for the meetings they occasionally do. They always were abysmal to sit though let alone participate due how boring they were, even worse when she needed to go while in the middle of a meeting. It didn't happen often but when it did, Jenny would always suffer greatly from all the pressure in her bowels. Today though this meeting was being held by her supervisor Jamie. Meaning this glorified discussion was going to take longer to end as Jamie loved the sound of her own voice. "God I wish Jamie would shut up soon so I can take a shit and go back to work," Jenny thought to herself. But as she sat in her chair thinking, her stomach began to gurgle even more. Asking to be dismissed early from the meeting was not happening and who knows when Jamie will end the meeting. "Just hold it in, can't be that hard," Jenny thought; but as 10 minutes passed, the meeting kept dragging on, as it became harder and harder to hold in her crap. If Jenny wasn't sitting down she would have lost it already and would be in more serious trouble than she was right now. Jenny was forced to release a small fart to buy her some time, thankfully it was silent but it was not pleasant to smell at all. Some co-workers started to smell her fart making Jenny feel conscious about herself. Still all the pressure in her was becoming really painful. Jenny tried her best not to look desperate, but even sitting down she was forced to cross her legs just so she wouldn't shit herself prematurely. "Come on, hurry up already, I need to go NOW," She struggled to think clearly as her insides churned violently with her shit trying to explode out into her pants. After another 15 long minutes of Jenny stewing in her chair in pain, Jamie finally concluded the meeting. Jenny didn't hesitate and bolted out the door in a blur heading to the nearest bathroom; nothing was going to stop her from reliving this now painful pressure. She ran as fast as she could while still holding in her poop. She had to hurry though as now she wasn't sitting down, the head of her crap was poking out of her butt begging to leave. Jenny zoomed across the office space avoiding many people and office cubicles until she reached the nearest restroom at last. It wasn't over though, A lot of the stalls were occupied. Just as Jenny was about to give up, she noticed the second to last stall was vacant. Quickly Jenny jumped into the empty stall, locked the deadbolt, pulled down her pants with only her work shirt and red panties on and sat down on the toilet to release. "BBLLAAARRRTTT!!!" Finally the waste Jenny held in for so long busted out into her panties. Log after log of poop piled into the panties quickly making them heavy and sagging. The painful pressure that was felt before was now replaced with sweet relief as crap filled her underwear. Her ass made the nastiest and smelliest noises possible as more filth settled into her brown bulge, becoming bigger and heavier. Jenny however could care less how much shit was in her underwear right now. All she wanted was for everything to be out of her, so Jenny kept pushing. All the while more logs of poop entered the stinky mess inside her panties, along with more gas bubbling through the brown poopy mass. "SPLORTCH!!! plop-plop-plop... Fummmsshh... BBRRRAAAPPP! FRT!" And with that last fart, Jenny was finished pooping her panties. "Ah... Holy crap, what did I eat last night?" She asked. Before she could stand up, more smelly gas erupted into her messy panties. Jenny couldn't decide what smelled worse, her farts or her shit. Once she was done farting she stood up and felt the scope of her mess. Somehow Jenny ended up with a lumpy heavy bulge in her underwear the size of a large grapefruit. "Oh god I hope this isn't a pain to clean up," She thought to herself as she lowered her panties to look at her mess. Thick logs coiled up in her panties forming one large pile of poop. One small whiff of her waste entered Jenny's nose and answered her previous question, her shit definitely smelled worse. At least the clean-up should be quick if the stains aren't too deep, at least one would think. So Jenny carefully dumped her filth into the toilet and flushes all of it away without thought. Then she opens to the stall's supply stash to start cleaning. Starting out she wipes herself with some simple toilet wipes. Then she sprayed anti-bacterial cleanser onto the stains in her panties. Then taking the wipes tried to clean out the waste left in her underwear. However Jenny realized the stains are too embedded into the fabric and aren't coming out. If her panties couldn't be cleaned up properly, then she wouldn't be able to wear them anymore for the sake of her health. "Damn, these were my favorites," she said to herself "Oh well it happens I guess." Now with her underwear unfortunately ruined, she throws away the doomed panties into the scented trash bin carrying other people's full diapers and pulls out the spare underwear from the contingency container to wear until she gets home. Thus everything done and finally relieved, Jenny exits the stall and begins to wash her hands thoroughly. As she rubbed soap onto her hands, plenty of people entered and exited the bathroom, sometimes she could hear and smell the smelly shit and piss people were dumping into their underwear or diapers inside the stalls. Every once in a while someone would come out not to wash up and leave, but to observe through the mirrors the mess they made in their undergarments. Jenny had met folks from the D.E.S.O community before so people like that were common. A little weird from the outside sure but not in a bad way, they were decent people no different from anyone else, after all everyone pees and poops their pants or diapers anyhow. Jenny would often see many full diapers and panties when in any restroom anywhere, sometimes folks would even play with their mess a little bit before they returned to the stalls to clean up. As people around her filled their undies or diapers with whatever waste, Jenny finished washing and drying her hands and headed back to her work. Now nothing would get in the way today, not her boss and not her bowels, She can spend the rest of her day in peace. The End. Author's Note: Hello there. First of all, holy crap I didn't think anyone would even see my first story at all. And yet for the past few days, people so far are enjoying it. My sincerest thanks to those few who either followed or reacted to part 1 of Ashley's story. And don't worry, Ashley will come back soon. Of course every journey begins with a single step, and with the confidence I now have, I believe some of my ideas on my cheat sheet has just received the green light. If all continues to go well and people keep enjoying what I make, I will plan to post the other stories, make more ideas, and build up this messy fictional setting as best as I can. So if you like what your seeing so far, then stay tuned for more. Take care now, and again thank you a bunch.

Only 2 months old bondage wetting in jeans done in grayscale. She is rope-bonded while standing. Longgg desperation - she wets at the very end. His pov but he zooms in on her pants especially the crotch and ankle where pee comes out to the floor. Very high quality of video, great stain, puddle shown. Remove if repost. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph6186de71666e1

I have been working way too much this week and I NEED an accident ( and a shtupping) desperately. I need it in my BONES and pussy 😇. Hopefully tomorrow is my day. I a 🏈 widow again and I am THRILLED🥰. As I can't make any new content right now with my schedule and y'all have been so supportive, I thought you all deserved a treat from earlier in the summer. I worked late and had a gals date that I was behind for. I also had to pee HORRIBLY. It was about 730 here and I hadn't gone since about 3. That means 2L of water, 2 cups of coffee since my last pee. A total of 4 L and 3 c of water that day, my usual mandatory fluids consumption. So bc I had to go so badly and the bar was only 12 minutes away I figured I HAD this. Well, after running out of my office, off the elevator and into my car, I realized that I was NOT gonna make it. I did have the wherewithall to turn my camera on before hopping out though. And y'all are very very welcome 😈. And thank God bc this is a gusher. These are those leggings with absolutely no crotch left in them. It makes for a lot of arousal bc I get stimulation all day since I don't wear panties AND the piss can free fall and y'all get a sorta glimpse of my pussy. I am audibly suffering and whimpering at the beginning . After this accident I stripped those leggings off and my wet throbbing cunt and I went out with the gals and sat by the ocean in my drenched pissy dress, smiling like the cat that ate the canary behind my sunnies. They had no idea. 🤭 XO InShot_20211102_212538602.mp4

This is a fan made sequel to the legendary Gillian’s “Ashley’s Orientation Day”. If you haven’t read it, I’m attaching it. If you have access to the easyshag archive, I’d strongly recommend checking out the rest of Gillian’s work. I can also upload the archive to this site if there’s demand for it. Dividing this in to 2 parts for now. Part 2 hopefully coming soon. ————————————————————————————————————————————— After a week of struggling to make friends in her dorm following her spectacular pee accident on orientation day, Ashley decided to join a sorority, hoping to get a social fresh start at her new college. Ashley was delighted to find all of the girls quite welcoming, despite the fact that they had all apparently heard about her orientation day disaster. After a month of continuing to get to know all of her sisters, Ashley was feeling much better about everything, happy to have a found such a great group of friends. She felt confident that the sisters would soon allow her to become a full member of the sorority. ————————————————————————————————————————————— Waking up on an unusually warm October morning, Ashley felt a flutter in her stomach as she looked at her phone and saw she had a text from the sorority’s president, Michelle. Michelle was a bit of intimidating character who took everything quite seriously and was always very put together. Ashley made sure to dress well that day, and went through her classes a bit distracted by her looming meeting. After class, she made her way to the sorority house, careful to be on time, and entreated Michelle’s study. “Hello Ashley” Michelle immediately began, “We’ve really enjoyed your company over these past few weeks and we’re just about ready to make you and a few of your other classmates full fledged sisters.” Ashley’s heart leapt with joy “I know you had a bit of a rough start here at the university, but we believe that everyone deserves a second chance. That’s why we’re inviting you to our annual Lakeshore beach cleanup on Saturday. The only pledges at this event will be those we’ve selected to become full fledged sisters. It’s traditionally sort of the final right of passage.” “Thank you thank you thankyou” Ashley stammered, a smile breaking out across her face “This is such an honor, I am so happy to have found such an amazing group of girls, I will not let you down!.” Michelle smiled back warmly “Of course Ashley. I have to meet another one of the pledges now, but I’ll see you a dinner downstairs?” “Yes of course” Ashley replied as she got up to leave the room “Oh and Ashley” Michelle interrupted “I’m not saying this to be condescending or anything but, just as a heads up, there’s often a bit of drinking on this trip, it’s a 90 minute ride and the buses do not have bathrooms. There are bathrooms at the lake, but they’re usually a bit dirty…. all I’m saying is this trip has resulted in some full bladders before so, be sure to take precaution… wouldn’t want you to have another… accident.” “Of course, thank you again” Ashley replied as she exited the room, blushing wildly. 90 minutes, she thought to herself, that was easily manageable. She wasn’t excited at the prospect of using the dirty bathrooms at the lake, but she would grin and bear it, it would be worth the peace of mind. ————————————————————————————————————————————— Ashley woke up and silenced her alarm. Today was the day. She had already selected her outfit, a pair of grey leggings and a simple hoodie. She opted for comfort over style, figuring they would be doing community service anyway. Ashley arrived at the sorority house early and greeted her future sisters, taking a final precautionary pee before the old yellow school bus arrived to take them 90 minutes to the beach. She found herself sitting toward the back of the bus with one of the girls she had gotten close to, Courtney. Courtney was a year older than Ashley and had taken her under her wing, acting as a friend and mentor, something Ashley greatly appreciated. Michelle and some of the other senior girls were sat in the back of the bus just behind them. As soon as the bus was underway, the older girls immediately began breaking out their drinks and the girl sitting just in front of Ashley, Ellen, handed her a can of beer. Fearing that she would be mocked if she declined, Ashley decided to take the beer but drink it very slowly as she enjoyed the ride and conversed with her new friends. 45 minutes later and Ashley had finally finished her first beer and was being handed another one. She looked at it nervously before opening it, she didn’t need to pee at all, but was a bit scarred from her previous accident. She pulled out her phone and checked their progress, they indeed seemed to be on track to reach the beach in 45 minutes and there didn’t appear to be any traffic. Feeling a little buzzed from the first beer, Ashley felt confident that she would be fine, she was an adult and she could have some fun with the other girls, she cracked open the can and took a long first sip. 20 minutes later, her second can was going in to the trash and she was being handed a 3rd. Ashley hesitated this time, she was starting to need to pee and they were still 30 minutes away. She felt like she would be fine, but just to be safe, she decided to drink this can very very slowly so that she could finish it just before they arrived, then hopefully only have to pee once before they left. Ashley was relieved as they finally approached the beach, she was feeling a solid need to pee now, and still had half her beer left, she was glad she had been careful. The bus pulled up to a gate, apparently a parking entrance, and Ashley felt a pang of anxiety as she saw a long line of cars ahead, it was unseasonably warm today and apparently the beach only had one entrance open for an unusually number of visitors for this time of year. “I hope this line moves fast” Courtney commented next to her “I really have to pee”. Ashley looked over and noticed that Courtney was sitting with her legs tightly crossed as she deposited her fourth empty beer can in to the plastic bag between them. “I kinda have to go too” Ashley replied “I’m sure it won’t take long” The next few minutes dragged on as the bus inched forward in line and several of the other girls openly declared their need for a bathroom. Ashley was so glad she had been careful, she couldn’t imagine the panic she would be feeling if she were desperate right now. 10 minutes of tightly crossed legs later and the bus finally entered the parking lot and came to a stop. The girls gathered their things and file off, forming a large group just outside the bus. “Okay first stop bathroom” one of them declared as the last of the girls, including Michelle, stepped down off the bus. Most of the girls formed a group to head off to the bathroom. Ashley, feeling quite a need now, followed them. Ashley was deep in conversation with one of the other girls as the group approached the brick building, before she heard a gasp from the front. “Oh God” on the girls was saying “They’re closed for the season, they must have closed everything down early this year. This is bullshit”. Ashley immediately felt a sinking feeling in her stomach, but at least she was not alone. “Maybe we can squat somewhere” one of the girls suggested “NO” Michelle boomed immediately before standing up on the back of a nearby car “Girls, there can be no squatting or public urination, multiple other sororities have been getting sighted for this recently. There are way too many people around and no good cover, we can not take the risk. I understand everyone’s been drinking, I have has well, lets unpack the equipment, take some pictures, then we can get back on the bus and head back early, there’s a rest stop only about 20 minutes here we can stop at. There were some murmurs of anguish among the group, but everyone seemed to accept Michelle’s plan and head back for the bus. Ashley was given what looked like a hiking stick for collecting litter and Courtney grabbed a trash bag and they went off to look for something to clean up and the other girls posed for photos with their equipment and some of the surrounding trash. As they separated from the group a bit, Courtney curtsied a bit while crossing her legs as she turned to Ashley “I really hope we’re not here long, I need to pee so bad right now” “Me too, hopefully we’re out of here fast” Ashley replied, as one of the older girls approached them with a camera. Courtney was forced to stand still as the girls took some pictures pretending to pick up trash. Over the next 15 or so minutes, Ashley couldn’t keep her mind off of the rapidly expanding pressure in her abdomen. Why had she drank those beers? She was hardly even buzzed any more, all she could think was how many more minutes it would be until she could get a toilet. She tried to focus on the task at hand and not on the idea of having another humiliating accident, but Courtney’s anxious pacing wasn’t helping much. She would be fine, she tried to assure herself, this wasn’t nearly as bad as Orientation day, she could hold it. Finally Michelle announced they were leaving and all the girls quickly piled back in to the bus. The party mood had dissipated and everyone was mostly just anxious to get back on the road, with several of the girls emphasizing that they really needed to find a bathroom soon. Ashley was happy to sit down, immediately slouching back in her seat to give her bladder as much room as possible. Sitting next to her she noticed Courtney unbutton her shorts and tightly cross her legs, leaning forward a bit and rubbing her hands over her thighs. The bus’ engine roared to life and then idled for a few tense minutes as the girls finished packing up and boarding the bus. Courtney was bent over with her arms folded across her chest and her head down as Ashley tried to look out the window and see what was taking so long. Finally Michelle boarded the bus and Ashley saw her talk to the driver for a moment before the bus lurched forward and they were on their way. As Michelle passed Ashley’s seat to retake hers at the back of the bus, Ashley noticed her normally happy face looked very stressed and she was walking slightly hunched over. Ashley was feeling much better now that they were on their way to a bathroom. She had to pee bad but it wasn’t critical, not nearly as bad as it was when she woke up in the car on her orientation day, but under normal circumstances she would certainly be looking to get to a bathroom as soon as possible. Ashley had overheard some of the older girls saying that the rest area was 30 minutes away once they got out of the beach area, that was certainly doable, she was more worried about Courtney who at this point seemed to be extremely desperate, her legs frantically jiggling up and down as she remained hunched over. Ashley felt her anxiety creep back in as the bus joined a long line of cars to exit the beach area. She was at least comforted by the fact that she wasn’t alone as she heard several load groans as the bus came to a stop. After a few minutes of inching along, Courtney finally picked her head up and asked Ashley what was going on. “There’s a line to leave the park, just like there was to get in.” Ashley said “Oh gooddddddddd” Courtney replied, her head briefly dipping back down as she plunged a hand in to her unbuttoned shorts “How long is this going to take? I don’t know if I can do this, I have to pee soooooo bad” “Er…” Ashley stammered “At this rate… probably only like 10 minutes Courtney didn’t reply, just letting out a huff before putting her head back down. Ashley recrossed her legs and took her phone out, scrolling through social media to try and take her mind off of the pressure in her abdomen. The distraction seemed to help, passing about 5 minutes before Courtney let out a moan and looked back up, only to still see a line of cars in front of them. She gasped, stood up, hand still in crotch, face beet red, and turned to the older girls behind her. “Guys, I need to get out and squat somewhere, I have to pee so bad I literally can’t hold it” “You can hold it Courtney” Michelle responded coldly “We’re all in pain, just grin and bear it and we’ll be at the rest stop soon.” “You don’t understaaaand” Courtney wailed, actively massaging her crotch now “It HURTS, it hurts so bad, I’ve never had to go like this, never in my life. I HAVE to pee NOW or I’m going to go in my shorts, there’s nothing else, I can do, I have to get out.” “Courtney!” Michelle snapped “Sit down and shut up! We’re all in pain, there is no cover here, you’ll end up on the internet and get us all in trouble. I know this sucks, trust me, just hang on and I promise it won’t be much longer” “Oh god” Courtney gasped to herself as she plopped back down next to Ashley, tears starting to well up in her eyes. She resumed her hunched over position but this time with her hand still in crotch and one leg repeatedly slapping against the other one. As the bus finally approached the toll booth to exit, Ashley was getting increasingly concerned about the state of her own bladder. She could no longer focus on her phone and was now feeling a persistent, urgent pain which seemed to be growing fast. After a few minutes of squirming, the bus finally cleared the booth and was out on to the open road and more importantly to Ashley and many of the other girls, on its way to a toilet. Just 5 minutes later though and Ashley’s need had risen to new heights, it was now to the point that she was occasionally dropping a hand to her crotch to help herself as her legs were constantly squirming. Despite her own developing ordeal, she continued to worry about Courtney as well. She was still locked in her hunched over posture so that Ashley couldn’t even see her face, but she could hear her frantic, labored breathing as she was clearly in immense pain and making a huge effort not to pee through her shorts on to the floor of the bus. Ashley was trying to look out the window and focus on the passing scenery when she noticed a figure dart down the aisle. It was Michelle, walking quickly to the front of the moving bus. Ashley monitored the situation closely as Michelle spent a few moments talking to the driver before heading back to her seat, as she passed, Ashley noticed that she also had her black skinny jeans unbuttoned and her face was getting very red as well. “There’s a gas station 5 minutes ahead, we’re going to stop there” Michelle gasped, clearly frantic as well. Abby checked her watch, relieved that they would be stopping earlier than expected, but eally getting to the point that she would be counting down those minutes. Ashley.rtf

I remember it was on Daily motion, girl was only wearing what seemed to be a shirt and panties in her bathroom. Nothing dynamic in camera movement. Just stationary camera. She does some really cute potty dancing and leaks. I think she has a full blown accident but not sure. Anyone have it?

This is a story I wrote a while ago. I copy pasted it straight from my dA. The story on my dA has a little picture, too. here is a link to the dA story: http://gnieep.deviantart.com/gallery/37736546#/d53u7zb Koko's hand shot up in the air. "May I go to the restroom?" she asked as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. Her teacher, Mrs. Ivory glared at Koko. "No Koko. This is the last class of the day and this lesson is very important. You aren't five. You can hold it." Mrs. Ivory continued on with her lesson on the human body that Koko wasn't even listening to. Koko tried to think back to what could have made her need to pee so badly. She hadn't even had a lot to drink to day. She had one glass of milk at breakfast and at lunch… oh yeah. Lunch. At lunch, Koko was dared to chug down three sodas. That was probably the cause of her sudden need to pee. "KOKO! PAY ATTENTION!" Her teacher roared, scaring her. She looked towards all of the students. "Now class, you will choose a partner and preform a skit about one of the organ systems. Go find a partner." She said then resided to her desk. Koko's friend, Chyna sprinted towards her and proposed the question of partnership. Koko nodded her head and they got down to business on deciding which organ system to do. "I think we should do the urinary system!" Chyna said, and Koko's face went pale. Is she trying to torment me? She thought. But Chyna wasn't a girl who accepted no for an answer, so Koko weakly nodded her head. Chyna started to write out the whole script and occasionally asked Koko what she thought of parts of it. Each time she meekly said, "it's good." Koko had her hand shoved between her legs under her desk to try to hold in her pee. Her need kept on growing and it was pretty intense now. Koko didn't know if she would make it to the end of class. She got up and used all her strength to ask Mrs. Ivory if she could go. Her answer was the same as the first time. "B…But…it's an emergency!" Koko cried out. Mrs. Ivory kept the same emotionless face. She sighed and said "Okay, but you have to use the restroom pass." Koko sprinted over to the bathroom pass, but not before someone else had grabbed and ran out of the classroom. Koko groaned and sat down. Time passed and her urge rapidly increased. She had been squirming and fidgeting, and she was sure everyone in the class was aware that she didn't have much time left. Finally, the girl returned the bathroom pass and Koko immediately got up to grab it. The second she got up a squirt escaped from her bladder. She grabbed her crotch to prevent any more from getting out, but her effort was futile. As long as she was standing, she was squirting. She let out a moan and returned to her seat. She sat down and concentrated on holding her pee, and she didn't squirt for a couple more minutes. When this squirt came, it was a lot longer than the others and she had to put a lot of effort into it to stop it. "Alright class," Mrs. Ivory said "Lets start our skits." Koko's stomach dropped. What if I pee in front of everyone? She was getting quite nervous now, which only added to her desperation. Mrs. Ivory raised her voice again. "So, which group would like to go first?" Chyna, being the confident person she was, volunteered for Koko and her to go first. Koko very carefully got up and she suddenly was attacked by squirts from her bladder. She wasn't going to make it. She was going to pee her pants any second now. She already had soaked her panties and probably made a dark spot on her jeans. Then Koko remembered the bathroom pass! Koko sprinted towards it, and grabbed it. She sprinted out the door and attempted to grab her crotch while running. The spurts were getting even longer and more frequent, and she had a baseball size spot on her pants. She got to the bathroom door, finally, and tried to pry it open. It seemed to be stuck and Koko felt as if she was moving in slow motion. She pulled and pulled until she looked up and saw that it said push. Koko slammed on the door to push it and hobbled into the bathroom. She pounded on each stall, but they were all occupied. Koko bounced from foot to foot and grabbed her crotch as hard as possible. She suddenly, a very long spurt came out and the wet spot was basketball sized now. No no no! I have to make it! I'm so close! She thought. Just then, the stall swung upon and Koko ran towards it. Finally! Relief! But then someone grabbed her shoulders. She turned around and saw Mrs. Ivory. "You were not given permission to use the restroom. You must return to class." Koko gave her a sad look. "But…b…but it's an e…e…emergency…please…just let me…I'm so close just…please…" Koko's lip quivered. Her whole body wobbled, legs crossed, knees banging against each other. Just then, the longest spurt yet came and Koko could barley stop it. Her eyes filled up with tears. "Please…I…I might be able to…to…m…make it…please, just let me go!" She wiggled herself free of her teacher's hold and tried to step forward towards the open stall. A stream of pee started and Koko stopped it, but not before her pants had a larger pee spot on them. Koko sunk down to the ground and held herself there, rocking back and forth. Her teacher called out "KOKO GET UP RIGHT NOW AND STOP BEING A BABY." But she ignored her. She thought maybe she could scoot towards the stall. She tried, but at the first movement more spurts rushed out. She stopped them and just rocked back and forth again. She gripped her crotch so hard that it hurt, but it almost stopped spurts from coming out. Then, another student rushed into the bathroom, and she clearly had to pee. She had to go very bad. She already had a huge wet patch on her pants. She saw the empty stall and ran straight for it, but didn't see Koko and tripped right over her. She lay on the ground for a minute, not being able to get up then something horrible happened. The student who was still on top of Koko had lost it and started peeing her pants, and a lot of it got on Koko. Koko squirmed around insanely and another long, final stream of pee came from the other student. The student got down and looked at her pants. Completely soaked. Then she looked at the ground. A yellow puddle starred back at her. She looked a little more and saw Koko sitting on the ground, twitching, and saw the huge amount of pee that was on her jean's legs due to her. She collapsed next to Koko. She said "I…I…I'm so sorry…I didn't" then tears started streaming down her eyes. Koko weakly accepted her apology. "Is…is there anything I can do for you?" asked the student with soaked jeans. Koko tried to explain her situation of not being able to get up and needing to pee. Just then, a stream of pee started again. Only this time, Koko could control it. The pee escaped from Koko's bladder and started soaking her pants. She tried jamming her hand in between her legs to stop it but it did nothing. Her pants got wet and so did the floor around her. Koko felt the uncomfortable warmth and sogginess. The student got up and offered Koko a hand. "Here, we can go to the nurses and get some clothes to borrow." The student led Koko as tears streamed down her face. "By the way," the student said, "My name is Sheila." Koko told her her name as they went and got new clothes.

I am Chinese but never took the Gaokao (China’s university entrance exam) myself since I opted to study abroad. Nevertheless I feel the need to write something set in its context since this particular exam is a minefield for literature of any kind, including but obviously not limited to omorashi. PS: Greetings to all fellow Chinese out there, but please note that I would like discussions in this thread, if any, to be kept in English. “Mellow.” Lee’s pen, which had been busily scribbling English words on the answer sheet a few moments ago, came to an abrupt halt as she caught sight of this word sitting innocently on the next line, its definition waiting hungrily to be filled in. Not that she did not appreciate a break; her hand took the chance to thrust between her legs for the umpteenth time since the start of the exam, pressing hard against her crotch. She sighed, but not out of frustration as you would expect someone desperate in an exam to. She knew all too well she was not stuck in a predicament powerless to escape: she could have easily filled in the definition since she knew the answer by heart; also, she could have easily asked for a bathroom break since that was allowed even if it was the most important exam of the year. Yet she opted for neither, at least for the moment. Her sigh was more of one from a worn-out traveler returning to a familiar place than one from a desperate candidate. Yes, it was Gaokao, and yes, it was English, the last exam on the last day. With only half an hour to go, Lee still had not managed to let that fact sink in. If you tie up your arms and legs with thin ropes that cut right into you, there would be nasty red maggoty marks left on them even long after the ropes are untied. That was how Lee’s mind felt - stiff, tight, and physically aching. Her mind was not the only part of her body that was aching, obviously. Her bladder had been throbbing relentlessly for the better part of an hour, something that went blatantly out of her plan for those two days that could be broken down into minutes, seconds, milliseconds. She paused her writing temporarily because of the pain, but not because of the pain in her bladder. That throb fished out memories from her mind, fresh as yesterday, and those memories hurt more than her bladder. For more times than she bothered to care she had, like she did at this moment, sat in a classroom with a bursting bladder, working on a test paper that never seemed to end. It was like some formula; the only variable was the content of the paper. You were never allowed to leave the classroom before class was over, class was never over before you finished your paper, and you could quit expecting to use the bathroom even after class was over, as there were too few of them and the lines were always too long. So there she was, trapped in the formula where her power to escape was diluted by the power to combat the immense pressure in her lower abdomen. “Mellow.” Lee reluctantly removed her hand from her crotch and resumed her cross-legged position. She shook her head, confused; she did not understand why she stubbornly refused to ask to go to the bathroom, just like she did not understand why she kept failing to stop her mind from wandering down memory lane. The scenes came back as flashbacks: the fear of losing control of one’s bladder that never seemed to go away especially after witnessing once or twice fellow students wetting their pants in class because they could not work out some difficult questions in time, the long poorly-illuminated corridors, the classroom stacked with rows after rows of desks and chairs to its maximum capacity, the piles of test papers on the floor that easily reached up to half a person’s height, how everyone was always running - to the cafeteria, to the dorms, for the sake of saving time, and the lack......the lack of “human”. Yes, the lack of a distinct humanistic touch in a high school packed with people, one of the strictest in the country, and Lee had often wondered whether it was formulaic military discipline that yields incredible exam results each year which draws so many from coming to study there, or vice versa. She was your average student, not failing, but not excelling either. She had had a bit of trouble with her mental health which no one really paid attention to, and about the same time she had had a bit of trouble in English which the teachers took personally. For more than a month she was kept behind after everyone had gone back to their dorms and stayed in the English teachers’ office to go over words and definitions, meaning that her time to use the bathroom was pushed back even further. What stuck out from her memory was the time she was reciting the definition of a word to her teacher when she suddenly felt a leak, a huge leak, enough to soak her panties and dampen the crotch of her blue uniform trousers. Through tremendous effort she managed not to gasp and went over the definition perfectly, before finally allowed to leave. She darted towards the bathroom and let go of the pent-up liquid, somehow managing to stay calm despite the dull roar of emotions inside whose name she did not have the slightest idea. And that word was “Mellow”. All of a sudden Lee felt surprisingly calm. This exam room felt like her high school classroom and this paper felt like the ones she had done over and over again. Similarly, this bladder felt like her nemesis that had been straining her, draining her, for years, whose existence she had somehow accepted and may even feel uneasy without. She recrossed her legs in a practiced manner, making sure her urethra was sealed securely, before scribbling down the definition: “Relaxed, calm and happy; to become less extreme; to have a less bitter taste”. The next minutes went into a strange unreality. Not as an eureka moment, but slowly, gradually, as her pen moved stiffly across the answer sheet, Lee understood the reason behind why she did not raise her hand and ask to use the bathroom. She wanted control. Badly. Over her bladder, over herself, in any classroom, in any exam, over any situation she ended up in, over her fate which she never got to decide before Gaokao, in a way her old high school had dictated her, the only method beside excelling in all subjects with which she was able to demonstrate her potential not only as a student but as a human. The picture of her classmate sitting in a puddle flashed back one last time, and instead of sympathy Lee felt satisfaction, satisfaction that only scoring the highest in the city in this exam may yield. “Five minutes remaining.” Lee and felt a tear creep down her cheek. She could hear the crowds outside the window, she could see the twigs on the trees trembling in the breeze, and she could feel a familiar dampness in her crotch which reminded her that she still lost control a bit; but that did not matter. Nothing mattered except for the fact that she had at last succeeded, physically, mentally, and to be separated for these two, academically. She let down a barely audible whimper, pent up in her throat for as long as her urine had been pent up in her bladder. “Time is up.” Lee put down her pen. She could hear crowds cheering and cameras flashing outside the window. From the corner of her eye she glanced at the bathroom at the end of the hallway; it was empty, with its doors open and welcoming, waiting for her. She had won the battle over herself. With the last bit of her strength she closed her eyes, attempting to bottle up all her surroundings, her emotions, along with the contents of her bladder, in a space out of the reach of time - and let it mellow.

Hey guys! So I’ve lately I’ve been thinking about something that i can’t get out of my mind. I had some thoughts come to mind (literally while i was in the shower haha) when i was holding, bouncing desperately as i tried to wash my hair and such. I realised that somewhere someone else on this earth was also desperate during that very moment. Now I’m thinking about it again, but this time more in depth. I can’t help but think about how somewhere someone has to be holding their crotch right now, squirming and flushed- that’s wild. They must have to go so so so bad and they can’t. I wonder why. Maybe someone is laying in bed right now, comfy and warm as the sun is just rising- and they don’t wanna get out of bed. They’re way too sleepy for that. 10 minutes from now they might wake up in a warm puddle- who knows. It’s also fun to think about how at least one person in the world has wet themselves today. Maybe they’re still in the wet clothes. Or maybe they’ve been put in the laundry shamefully, and they’re going about the rest of their day with a permanent blush on their cheeks. Adorable.

Tony Starks 50th Birthday party had been labelled as the party of the century, the fact the invitations had arrived in flying golden boxes a sure sign he was sparing no expense for this party. The already extravagant man wanting to mark this occasion in style with an equally impressive guest list. From the everyday heroes like Peggy Carter to the veritable gods of Thor and even Starlord himself, it seemed anyone and everyone Tony had ever worked with had been invited. But beyond the Avengers a large list of high up military and civilian faces had also RSVP’d to the event as going. There had been some rumours of him running for president, a thought that was currently going through Natasha Romanov’s head as she sped down the highway on her motorcycle. The heat from the engine rumbling between her legs feeling comforting in the cold evening. While her dark suit was perfect for mobility, it did little to keep her warm. Leaning in closer she accelerated down the almost abandoned road, aware she was already running late. On the outskirts of town Carol Danvers noticed the car Tony had sent pull up outside her farm house, the slightly chubby man behind the wheel beeping twice. Grabbing a coat, she threw it on over her suit and made her way to the black car. Despite her sometimes down to earth demeanour she was looking forward to tonight, the nights out with the Avengers often reminded her of the fun she had with Maria while in the air force. It was rare for her to find that kind of close connection to anyone, but for many of the Avengers that was a common trend and as such it only seemed to make them feel closer. Plus, tonight was the perfect excuse to ditch the professional attitude and actually relax a little. Closing the door to the car behind her, she shimmied out of the coat and threw it onto the seat next to her. Looking forward she could see the eyes of the driver clearly giving her a once over, before quickly darting to the road as he started to pull away. She had found it strange that the invite had requested her to turn up in uniform, Carol’s bright blue and gold suit making her a little self-conscious. But as Tony had said on the invite, there were regular civilians coming to this. If they wanted to keep up appearances they would have to wear their uniforms, although she was also sure part of the reason was Tony wanting to show them all off to his wealthy friends. After all, having Captain Marvel saviour of earth at your party was far more impressive that putting Carol Danvers on the list. “Why are you dragging me to this thing” an annoyed voice asked, the hum of star ship engines powering down in the background. “I thought you said you wanted to do more things together?” A mask man asked, walking down the ramp to his ship towards a young man behind a small kiosk. “I don’t want to see any scratches on this when I get back” he said tossing the keys to a bemused Valet who had never seen a space ship let alone parked one before. “I meant more like a romantic picnic, not a party” Gamora continued, ignoring the Valet completely. “Party’s can be romantic” Peter said, pulling her close. “Then why did you bring me?” An even more cross sounding Nebula asked. “I mean your family now” he said reaching over to hold Gamora’s hand. “Plus I need someone to watch Rocket” “Hey, what do you mean?”. To the continuing surprise of the overwhelmed Valet, a bipedal and talking racoon was following the group, along with a living tree. “Hey, you’ll catch flies” Rocket said, looking at the poor young man as he stood open mouthed at the sequence of events that had just unfolded Infront of him. “Then why bring me?” Rocket asked, turning to Quill and repeating Nebulas question. “Well you were invited, and…” “Why couldn’t old tree face do it” Nebula interrupted. “Because he is almost as bad as Rocket. You’re the only one they are both afraid of” Peter said. Pausing for a moment Nebula seemed to consider it before nodding her approval “All right then” she said continuing to follow them towards the glowing lights of Stark manor. “Please tell me you are not going to keep that on all night though Peter” Gamora asked, a disapproving look on her face. “What its cool, its mysterious, and Tony said to come in uniform”. But he could see the unimpressed look on Gamora’s face that had stayed firm. “Fine!” he said annoyed, clicking a button the silver mask folded away revealing his human face. “You’re no fun, you know that” Checking her compact mirror Peggy Carter moved a wisp of her curling brown hair back under the large pin she was trying to use to keep it all in place. Puckering her lips, the rose red lipstick she had applied still seemed to all be in place since she checked it two minutes earlier. “You look great, stop fussing” “I’m not fussing Maria” “Really Peggy, how often do you normally check your makeup at work?” Maria hill asked raising an eyebrow. “I don’t really check it at work” “Exactly, you will be fine” “Sorry, im not great at these kind of events” she conceded snapping the mirror shut. “Although im happy we got to wear our usual uniforms, instead of having to find something fancy to wear.” Carter replied, smoothing a crease in her dull green pencil skirt. “With you on that” Maria agreed, sipping from a small flask of some strong-smelling alcohol, offering it to Peggy she got a shake of the head, screwing the cap back on they stepped out of the car which had just stopped outside the main gate. Standing, the pair of brunettes quickly made their way up the small path, past a number of perfectly trimmed hedges that appeared to be the faces of past presidents and ended in giant topiaries of Tony himself. A large gate was in front of them with a number of bounces checking peoples passes before they went in. “C’mon im Ant man” came an exclamation from the front of the line. “Im an avenger, you know, the people who save the world”. Overhearing this Carter couldn’t help but smile at the situation, knowing full well who it was. “Come on, im sure he will let us through” Carter added, directing Maria to skip the line. “What do you mean Im not on the list” The annoyed man continued. “Whats your name again?” “ughh” he sighed deeply. “Scott Lang” “Do you have any id” the large bouncer asked, his size even slightly intimidating to the pair of powerful women as they approached. “Do I look like I have pockets in this thing?” Antman said, gesturing all over the metallic suit he was wearing wildly” “Mam, Mam” he nodded to the two women as they strolled right past Scott, Carters heels clacking off the stone paving. “Wait Peggy, Maria, they know us” Scott said, pointing at the two of them, only for his view to be blocked by the broad shoulders of the man blocking him. “Im sorry Scott, I have no idea who you are”. Carter replied, her rose red lips curling into a smile. “What about your wife, what is her name?” The bouncer asked. “Oh no…shes…shes not my wife…we are just together, but like not just tonight, like together together” Scott began stumbling over his words, while Hope just raised her eyebrow and waited to see how far down he could dig this hole. It was looking good for him to beat his previous record. Inside the manor Carol Danvers had found herself at one of the many bars on the property, currently with her back to the room as she was trying to plan her next move. The amount of high-ranking military figures offering to buy her a drink was frankly uncomfortable. Especially considering she had served with some of these peoples parents. “Well if it isn’t my favourite human” A deep voice boomed loudly behind her as a heavy hand landed on Carols shoulder. Turning around she was met by the sight of a giant man in silver armour and a red cape, if she had been worried about standing out she didn’t need to have been. “Thor, how’s it going” Carol said, happy to have finally run into someone she knew. The small talk with these random people wasn’t getting any easier for her and she had made a mental note to make sure this was the last time she would turn up early to one of Tony’s parties. “Carol Danvers morning I would like you to meet Jane Foster” he said, stepping to the side and revealing an unhappy Jane who was currently stood with her arms crossed. “Favourite human?” “I…uh oh yeah… I meant second favourite” The God of Thunder said, looking slightly sheepish. “Hey, that hurts me too big guy”. “Ah Tony!” Thor said excitedly as the man of the hour strolled towards them, a hint of blue light escaping the folds of his freshly pressed suit. “Happy birthday” Thor said loudly, clapping Tony on the back. “Well, its nice to know where I stand in the order of things, and I was just thinking of getting a hedge of your head made.” he joked. “But make yourselves at home guys, me casa su casa”. “I thought Dr. Banner was the big guy?” Carol asked, still getting use to his nicknames for all of the team, part of her wondering what her’s might be. “Well, usually he is. But since he couldn’t make it, I think that makes Thor qualifies” “Hey Thor, where should we put this” A shout came from behind them. “Oh look, its Sif White and the 4 dwarves” Tony said sarcastically. “And they have brought me a giant dead thing, how thoughtful” he continued, moving one of the large legs the creature currently placed on a large metal trolly rolling up to him had. “Ah, you will love this Tony, its called a Margling and is a delicacy on Asgard.” Thor said slapping the thing, a loud squelching filled the room as a drop of whatever it was cooked in landed on Tony’s face. “Well, I will just have to trust you on that” he said taking a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiping the sauce off his cheek. “why don’t you guys pick and area and make yourself at home….and take this thing with you.” “Carol, why don’t you join us. It would be nice to have some human company” Jane invited her along as the group set up in one of the corners of the large room. A number of beanbag chairs collected for the warriors as they marvelled at the seats, apparently fans of the comfortable chairs they had never seen before. Back at the front of the house a short while later a single headlight could be seen making its way down the long drive. The drum of the Harley Davidsons six cylinder engine filling the estates grounds that had largely gone quiet now. Sweeping up the driveway she pulled to a sudden stop at the front gate, pulling off her helmet she let her red hair fall to her shoulder. Kicking the stand down she swung her legs off and took a deep breath before starting the walk up to the main doors. The sound of music and laughter emanating out of the large building. She was trained to be able to play and role that she was required to by her job, but tonight she was just supposed to be herself, and that was a far more difficult assignment. “Sir, Sir, Sir, Sir” she greeted the number of important looking people that all stopped to say hi. Many of them she had worked with before, but some she couldn’t remember, although given the Avengers activities it was likely most people on earth or at least America knew of her. Looking through the glass door she was hurriedly walking towards she spotted a standard issue green dress moving through the crowd, a dress which could only belong to one person. Approaching it she was happy to see that she was right. “Agent Carter” Natasha said, nodding her greeting. “Agent Romanov” she responded. “Can’t you two relax for one night?” Maria asked the pair of them as they still stood almost to attention, their posture rigid and practised. “Here” she said grabbing a pair of champagne flutes off a passing waiter and handing them each one. “Thank you Agent Hill”. “On second thoughts” she said grabbing 2 glasses and handed another one to each of the women before grabbing two for herself. “Were gonna need these…. or at least I am” she said necking back one of the surprisingly large flutes in one go. A loud cheer from Across the room got their attention as Carol Danvers raised her glass triumphantly, upturning it on her head, a few drops rolling down her face. Laughing heartily she felt her muscles twitch slightly inside her, the last few tankards of Asgardian ale making themselves known. But crossing one leg over the other she tried to put the thought to the back of her mind. For the first time in a long time, she was having fun. “Another leg?” Thor said offering her some more of the large beast In front of them. Over the last hour they had been making their way through it, but it seemed they had barely made a dent on it. “Why not” she replied as Sif refilled Carol’s and her own glass yet again. “What about you Jane, sure you don’t…..Jane?” Thor said, turning to see an empty seat next to him. Jane herself had left some time between the six and seventh tankards of ale, she had hoped that Carol would have been someone she could chat too, but she soon realised that Carol had far more in common with Thor than her. Trained as an Alien assassin, Jane thought to herself and starting to wonder if there were any Humans in this place that hadn’t been abducted by aliens or given super powers by mysterious sources. “You doing alright?” someone to her left asked. “Oh hi Wanda, yeah you know, just feeling a bit left out of the super heroes club at the moment.” She half joked. “What are you on about, you are probably the smartest person here…..except maybe Tony where ever he is.” “Thanks, but when I start a story about Quantum mechanics you can hear peoples brains turning off. its just a bit hard to compete with the stories you guys have. Kind of makes me feel like a third wheel even in my own relationship” she joked, pointing over towards Thor and Carol having a great time. “haha, you should try talking to Clint” Wanda Joked. “But if you want, I’ve had enough of these generals staring at my chest, so how about we grab a bottle and find somewhere to talk?” she said in her thick Eastern European accent. “Uhhh, that sounds great” Jane sighed. “But I mean, you know you are still an avenger.” “I promise, no hero talk.” “Well in that case, You have a deal” Although despite the promise of no hero talk, Jane watched as a ray of scarlet energy left the red haired woman, snaking under the bar it pulled a large bottle of champagne into her hand. Walking away quickly, the unlikely pair tried to find somewhere a little quieter to relax. “So what do you do for fun when you are not out saving the universe?” “I’ve recently picked up Archery” “What with Clint?” “Yeah, couldn’t ask for a better teacher” “Wait, are you and he…..” Jane asked. “What no” Wanda laughed. “He has a family, kids” “Really, when did that happen?” Jane asked, clearly surprised by that revelation. “A while ago really, like before the Avengers I think. He has teenagers now, I think his son has a crush on me” she laughed. “I didn’t know, although I rarely see him, or you for that matter” “Well no time like the present” Wanda said, grabbing a couple of glasses from a waiter, not wanting to swig from the bottle just yet. “Cheers” they said clinking their glasses together and walking towards the back of the property. “I want to introduce you to someone.” “How many times are you going to do this tonight Scott. You realise you don’t have to show off to me right, we’re together now. Hope asked as she was dragged across the room yet again. “Hey Thor, how’s it going?” “Peter Parker!, wow you have grown up so much since I last saw you, although I thought you were taller last time” Thor said squinting slightly. “What, im not Peter?, and you shut it” He said to Hope who was now snickering beside him, unable to control her laughter. “Sure thing….Peter” she couldn’t help but shoot back. “No, its me…Ant man?” “Ah yes, now I remember. Antman how have you been friend?” “I’ve been good man, what about you, how is Asgard these days?” “Still a burning realm of fire and misery.” “Oh right….I heard about that….”. Well that was one way to put your foot in it. “You must be Jane, its nice to finally meet you.” He said trying to change the subject. Although all that that sentence seem to do was cause Thor’s four friends to spray their ale across each other. Sif wiping a spray of second hand ale from her face that had left her rather put out. “No, this is Sif. Warrior of Asgard and good friend of mine.” Thor said, putting a hand on the silver armoured woman to his left, clearly a little embarrassed by the confusion. “But its still nice to meet you” Sif added, back to enjoying Thor’s awkwardness. “Scott and lady friend of Scott, would you like to try an Asgardian delicacy?” he said trying to change the subject quickly. “Sure and she’s Wasp, or Hope whichever you want really” Scot said smiling widely, enjoying being included by the god of thunder. “What is it?” He asked, looking a little concerned by the orange coloured flesh he had been handed. “Its Margling, similar to what you call a buffalo, but bigger, and it doesn’t have fur, and it lives in the Ocean. Maybe its more like a… Ooh you must have loralells yes? “I…no, at least not that im aware of” Hope said, tentatively taking the piece of meat she was handed. “Oh, well its like one of those but bigger and with more legs” Thor said excitedly. “Tastes like chicken” Scott replied, taking a second bite of his. “So who do you actually know at this party?” Rocket asked loudly as they walked between the rows of people, their jaws falling open or spitting drinks as they saw the talking raccoon making small talk. “Umm, well I mean I know Tony.” Peter said. “Yeah, but where is he?” “I don’t know, there must be like a million people here” The starlord said spinning his head around. “How’s it going” Rocket said to an elderly man whose monocle seemed to pop off his face and into the glass of Champaign he was holding. “Hey Quill is that?” “And then I drop the tank in front of him and im like Boom, is that what yo…..” “Hey Rodey” Peter said loudly, causing a number of people to turn and stare at him while interrupting the story. Unperturbed he just waved across the room at the first person he had recognised. “You are the worst at this, im going to go and find something to drink” The blue skinned nebula said, clearly bored by the party and Quills antics. “There isn’t even a gladiator pit, I thought that’s what they did on this primitive planet”. She muttered to herself. “Yeah, im going to go take a look around” Rocket said, his eyes locking on a fountain that appeared to be full of flowing gold. “I must go too” Mantis said, no indication of awkwardness of the statement and clearly had no plans on elaborating. Walking off she moved her head around, clearly looking for something. “So now that its just the two of us…” Gamora said, leaning in closer to Quill. “I am GROOT”. “Can you beat it” Quill said, annoyed by all of his friends reluctance to have fun. “I am GROOT” the walking tree seem to say sadly as he walked away, following slowly behind Rocket. “Where were we” Quill said, leaning back in for a kiss. “Are you ok Carol?” Sif asked, noticing an uneasy look on her face. Yeah totally, she said. She could feel her stomach starting to churn inside her. Pressing her lips together she stifled a quiet moan as the discomfort inside her increased for a moment. But she was fine, or at least that was what she kept telling herself. For the next ten minutes she continued to battle the increasing discomfort inside her stomach. Feeling a particularly strong wave of pressure Carrols eyes went wide for a moment, a strange gurgling noise originating from her stomach. “Oooh”, she said, rubbing her stomach with a pained expression across her face. “Hahaha, yes the Margling can have that affect” Thor said raising his tankard in her direction. The sudden attention and awareness of her situation making Carol blush deeply. “Im…sorry what?” She asked, a bead of sweat gathering on her temple as the discomfort inside her seemed to double in an instant. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt this bad. “Margling” he repeated, pointing with his cup at the large feast the two of them had been eating. “It’s a delicacy in Asgard, saved for only the finest grand banquets” he said waving his tankard slightly drunkenly in the air as he fondly reminisced about his home, forgetting she had been there when he had talked about it with their friends that had come and gone.“And some times quite essential.” He added before he and the others burst out laughing heartily, Carol awkwardly sitting there as she clenched her muscles, clearly out of the loop on something. Thor seemed to see the confused and worried look on her face. “Oh don’t worry, you’ll be fine. We just use it to clear out ourselves when we have over indulged he said patting his stomach. You don’t stay in this shape after a four-day feast without it. Just look at poor Volstagg” he joked. The others bursting out into raucous laughter again and pouring yet another round of drinks. “Yeah im fine…” She said, forcing a smile across her face as the discomfort in her stomach continued. She was fine, she could handle this. Just a bit of discomfort, nothing she wasn’t use too. But another louder gurgling noise made her quickly rethink that. “Im, im going to go say hi to Tony” she lied, the pressure inside her rapidly rising as the Margling and ale took effect. Standing slowly, she ignored the concerned expressions from Sif and the others as she forced another smile, leaving the group and beginning to walk slowly through the room. She was doing her best to act normal even as she felt the sweat gather on her brow, a hand clutching her stomach as it churned. The loss of support from sitting clearly expediting whatever was going on inside her. Why did this party have to be so packed, Carol thought to herself. It was almost impossible to see the walls for the people, with no indication of where the bathrooms were, she was really starting to worry. Feeling her stomach do another backflip inside her she was forced to stop just a few feet from where she had started, her legs bowing as she clenched her muscles. Stumbling forwards through the crowd she was seriously starting to worry she wouldn’t make it. No that couldn’t happen she was Captain Marvel!. Looking up she thankfully saw Natasha Romanov standing in front of her. She had been here before, she must know! Rushing over to her the red head looked up. “Hi Carol, everything ok?” she said, concerned at the clearly uncomfortable woman who was typically the picture of poise. “Bathroom” Carol stuttered, unable to take part in any small talk. Her face burning up as she felt the shame overwhelm her. But right now that wasn’t the overwhelming force she was worried about. “I…uh yeah sure, its down there to the right” The black suited woman said, pointing down to the end of the room. “Thank you” Carol managed to mutter, before following the guidance she had been given. “What’s with the captain?” Natasha asked, walking up to Thor as he was chugging back another round with his friends. “Who Roger’s, I haven’t seen him”. “No….the other one, although I guess I should stop calling them that” Natasha conceded. “No idea, but come join us. Try some Margling, that funny little Ant guy and his girlfriend said it tasted like chicken”. “Uh sure”, she said grabbing one of its many large legs and tentatively taking a bite as Sif seemed to magically produce another tankard for her.” Across the hall Carol raced towards the bathroom, she could feel her control slipping as her tormented stomach seemed to take on a life of its own. A burning deep in her stomach causing her to gasp, but finally she spotted the ladies room Natasha had pointed out to her. Barging through the door her knees going weak she stumbled, almost crawling towards the single cubicle door. Her breathing heavy she outstretched a hand, opening the door as the heat inside her started to feel like there was a volcano waiting to erupt inside her suit. Slamming the door shut she reached for the zipper she grabbed it and pulled, but it didn’t move “No, no, no” she stammered, desperately fighting with the zipper to her suit. But it was already too late. In an instant she felt her stomach explode, groaning deeply she doubled over as a wet and warm sensation filled the rear of her suit blue suit. “No….she groaned again as her body begin voiding itself, the mass in her suit pushing its way down one of her tight legs. The skin hugging material doing nothing but making her situation that much worse. Her hand still on the zipper she felt it move and she rapidly pulled it down. The movement not helping with the mess which spilled out of her suit and onto the white tiles of the toilet floor. Finally free of her suit she sat on the toilet, her face still burning as she groaned in relief. It was at this moment she heard the door to the toilet open, the realisation of her rather public situation making her eyes go wide again, she couldn’t let anyone find her like this! Was it Natasha, has she come to check on her? Who ever it was, Carol was just happy that there was a full wall between the two of them and despite the state she was in, it seemed Tony had implemented enough fans that even she could barely smell anything. “Hello?” came a faint and unfamiliar voice on the other side of the door, the handle rattling once. Quick she had to think of something, how could she keep her dignity after this. Maybe she could clean herself up enough to get out without anyone noticing. Outside the cubicle Mantis was relieved to have found the right room. It had taken a few random doors but this definitely seemed like the place. But it seemed someone had beaten her too it. Standing patiently in line she pressed her legs together, having not used the bathroom before getting on the Quin Jet many hours ago she was starting to get desperate. While she may have peed in flight many times, she couldn’t bare the thought of doing anything more than that in such close proximity to her friends. Even just thinking about it made her shake her head. There she stood, patiently waiting for what felt like an eternity, the person in the cubicle clearly taking their time. She ranked them somewhere between Quin and Drax, although that was still a fairly big time gap. Her need had only grown in the time she had been waiting, yet she dare not try the door handle again. But feeling a pulse from her bladder that also demanded attention, she began to squirm where she stood. Her dark green suit rubbing noisily against itself, the anxiety of having to ask worsening her movements. But a few minutes later she didn’t have much of a choice, this was getting bad and she didn’t even know if there was anyone in there. Knocking the door she waited for a response, “Hello, is anyone in there?” she whispered into the door. “I…I’ll be out in a second” A voice answered, causing a smile to form on Mantis’s face. She was in the right place. Behind her the door opened, the blue skinned and metallic armed Nebula walking in behind her. “Hello” Mantis said, smiling sweetly. “Yeah whatever” Nebula answered dismissively, swigging from the bottle still in her hand. Infront of them the door to the bathroom slowly opened, revealing a slightly dishevelled Captain Marvel. Her usually flowing golden locks sticking to her clammy looking pale face as she all but rushed from the room. Going to push the door it opened outwards as she almost fell into none other than Pepper Potts. “Oh sorry Carol….. Are you ok?” the poised woman asked. “Yeah im fine” Carol lied, rushing off back into the party and hoping to hide her shame. Walking into the room Pepper almost lost it, her bladder had been demanding her attention for some time now. But as joint host and with Tony off somewhere doing something, she had been forced to do most of the meet and greeting. Pepper had meant to get to the restroom well before this point, but despite starting to walk here over an hour ago she seemed to be diverted to a new person every couple of steps. Right now she was in serious danger of losing control in the middle of the bathroom with the two … people, watching. Mantis had to force herself not to rush past Carol and into the cubicle, but now she had left she sighed and started to walk towards it. Only for her to be beaten to it by Mrs Potts. “Im sorry to do this to you, but this is my house and I really have to go” she said bluntly. “I’ll be quick, I promise.” She said closing the door in front of the now worried looking Mantis. Behind her Nebula was also feeling the impacts of not going on the Quin jet combined with the large quantity of alcohol she had consumed in the time she had been here. While much of her biology had been torn away and replaced, she cursed the fact her bladder had not been. She felt it quiver inside her, it was pathetic and it made her pathetic. Her biology was failing her as it always did, the sense of uselessness or the inevitability of it stoking her anger. Pepper kept to her word and soon the latch to the door clicked and she walked out looking much calmer than before. “Sorry about that” she said with a smile, quickly leaving the room to get back to the party before her absence was noticed. “Im going in next” Nebula said loudly, pushing Mantis out of the way. “But….” Mantis tried, but a scowl stopped her. “Or if you prefer I can pull those things off your head and feed them to Groot” Nebula said, leaning over Mantis and bearing her teeth, the anger at her own failings boiling over. Looking at the cowering woman she saw Mantis shudder and looking down it was clear her outburst had frightened the young alien. A rapidly forming puddle was spreading around the feet of Mantis as she stood their still cowering from Nebula. “Weak” she muttered before walking into the cubicle and closing the door before she followed the example of Mantis and made another mess on the floor. As that door closed the other opened as Hope now found herself watching an alien of some sort peeing itself in the bathroom. Something that did nothing for her own need. Still peeing Mantis could also feel her bowels loosening, the final intimidating jolt causing them to expel her load. Whimpering quietly to herself she felt the back of her green suit become heavy as she continued to pee. The only saving grace was the waterproof metallic green suit wouldn’t show too much evidence, although she was sure Nebula would bring it up at her expense at some time or another. Looking down at the mess she had made a tear ran down her face, but somehow she had gotten herself under control. “I…uh, Im sorry. Is someone in there?” Hope asked, not quite sure how to respond to the situation. “Its ok, its not your fault” Mantis said sniffing, the final drops falling into the small puddle she was stood in. “Oh no…” came a comment from someone behind them both, turning it revealed Daisy Johnson, otherwise known as Quake with one hand between her legs. “I didn’t think there would be a Que” she smiled, lifting one leg off the floor and bending it exaggeratedly, her long brown hair falling In front of her face. “Yeah sorry” Hope said, her own situation not much better. But this wasn’t the first time she had gone out in this suit and knew from experience it could take a while to take off. But feeling another grumble from her stomach she knew she couldn’t be kind to the stranger, even if she wanted too. There were too many people for Mantis, she was starting to feel overwhelmed and despite still needing to pee slightly she rushed out of the room. But as she rushed through the door she slammed into Gamora who herself had been heading in. Slamming into the muscular green skinned woman, Mantis fell backwards, landing with an awkward squishing noise as she felt the mess spread further around her clothes. “Sorry Mantis, are you ok” Gamora apologised, reaching out a hand “Yes, sorry” the pale alien said, taking her friends hand and then continuing on her rush as if nothing had happened. As Gamora walked into the room still a little confused by Mantis, she was met with the site of 2 people still waiting for the toilet, the girl in front of her clearly in some distress. “Oh god I hope they hurry up” daisy said aloud, her black suit rustling as she pee danced on the spot. “Are you ok?” Hope asked, the stall to the bathroom door opening as Nebula finally finished using it. “Nope, I got to friggin pee. I bet this guy like 10 bucks I could down a beer faster than him…I won, 3 to 2, no big deal, except now I really have to pee. So if you are not going in there, or even if you are is there any chance I get in their first?” “Oh, im sorry I need to go too.” Hope blushed. “But ill be supper quick” “Cool, is that like your thing, your power?” Daisy asked, now bobbing on the spot. “What no, look do you want me to go in or not?” “yep sorry your right” she said, the frequency of her bounces increasing. “Humans” Gamora scoffed, finding the open display of desperation amusing. “Sister” Nebula acknowledged her sister as she made her way out of the door, not even turning to look at her. Inside the cubicle and now out of site Hope began her own pee dance as she began to take off parts of the suit. Why couldn’t it have all just been one piece, it would have made it so much simpler. “Oh no,” Daisy paused for a moment as her bladder cramped inside her. The sudden pressure forcing her to remain still. There was nothing worse than alcohol desperation, It came on so strong and suddenly. Well, maybe stakeout desperation was worse, the slow build up with nothing but a bottle to pee in. The long drawn out discomfort that you knew you would have to deal with for hours upon hours of… “No, no, no, no” she said rapidly. “Oh shit!” A loud hissing noise filled the room as a burst of pee raced down her legs, rapidly expanding on the floor as Daisy wet herself. Staggering slightly streams of pee streaked down her black suit and splattered noisily on the white tiles. A faintly yellow puddle now spreading across them, the liquid rushing through the gaps between each tile. “Humans” Gamora laughed again, walking forwards to the cubicle since it seemed the young woman in front of her now longer had use of it. “Oh, think its funny do you” Daisy said, pee still streaming down her legs. A strange look on her face as she moved her hands in a circle before pointing them at Gamora “What are you….?” Gamora’s sentence was stopped as she felt a strange wave flow through her body. The ultrasonic blast that seemed to originate from the peeing woman causing her to clutch at herself. Within moments she felt her bowls loosen as the frequency of the wave apparently overcame her control and forced her to soil her suit. Grunting loudly she tried to wrestle back control, but it was no use. “How…How dare you” she grunted, the solid mass still working its way out of her. Her face flinching as her muscles gave way. “Not so funny now is it!” Daisy said, a smile on her face. “Im going to kill you!” Gamora roared loudly, still rooted to the spot and unable to control herself. “we’ll this has been real, but I’ve got somewhere to be” and with that Daisy ran out of the room, hoping to escape the large green woman still soiling herself. Running she winced at the wetness she felt from the pee collected in her shoes. Each step making a quiet squelching noise as she rushed through the house full of expensive looking things and powerful people she probably shouldn’t humiliate herself or Shield by letting them see she had peed herself. Unknown to both of them it appeared the ultrasonic blast had also had unintended consequences for someone else. Still wrestling with her suit the wave had penetrated through the door of the cubicle. Unaware of what was happening outside Hope doubled over as she too felt her stomach cramp. “No, no!” she shouted, grabbing at the crotch of her suit that she was still in the process of taking off. But it was no use, the sonic blast from Daisy caused her to create an unfortunate mess in her highly advanced super suit. She winced as the prim and proper woman began messing herself for the first time as an adult. However, that wasn’t the only problem, a spark suddenly came from the centre of her suit. Wincing from her discomfort Hope suddenly found herself shifting sizes as something went wrong with the electronics of her suit. Suddenly twice her size her giant hand smashed down on the toilet before she was suddenly just a few millimetres tall. Slapping the regulator she found she was unable to shift and quickly opening the device she could see that the ultrasonic blast had somehow disrupted and fried the sizing coils. “Fuck!” she swore loudly, although because of her size it was almost inaudible. Looking around she jumped through a gap near the hinge of the door, escaping through the open door as a wet Daisy made her escape too. What was she going to do? Would Scott be able to help, how would she even get his attention, and how would she explain the mess she had made in the suit. Buzzing through the crowd on her miniature wings she flew over Natasha who was heading for the ladies’ room. Natasha was swearing in her head as she made her way to the bathroom, something inside her just wasn’t sitting right. Ever since she had eaten that whatever it was Thor had brought, she had felt her stomach churning. Now combined with half a dozen tankards of Ale she was feeling queasy, bloated and desperate for a pee. She had sat there far too long, but when Thor is telling some amazing story from his younger days its just so hard to interrupt and leave. The other issue is, they tend to be long and half the time turn into a totally different story that is somehow even longer. Pressing her shapely and toned thighs together she pushed open the door. Walking in her foot made a quiet splashing noise as it made contact with a large puddle of urine. “What the” she said, shaking her foot. “Oh hi” she said slightly shocked at the sight of Gamora, an uneasy look on her face. It was hard to tell if she was blushing given her green skin, but if definitely seemed like it. “is there someone in there?” Natasha asked, forcing herself to stand still despite the urge to start pee dancing. “Uh yeah, there is some metallic woman in there” Gamora said as she stiffly walked out with a strange walking gate. Metallic woman? Natasha thought to herself, that didn’t really narrow it down too much. Walking over she banged on the door with a closed fist “Hello?” but got no answer. Now alone in the room she allowed herself to cross her legs as the pulses and pang’s from her bladder continued to get worse and worse. However, after what felt like only seconds, she heard the door behind her open and her legs swiftly uncrossed. “There you are Natasha, we were wondering where you had gotten too” Turning around Natasha could see Maria hill and Peggy Carter walking in. It seemed they had come together to the bathroom, something she could never do herself. Despite becoming more open over the last few years in large part thanks to Banner and Clint, she couldn’t help but still think of displaying a need to pee as a display of weakness. One she wouldn’t and didn’t want to share with anyone else. A moment later it seemed another unlikely pair was joining them as the two Asgardians Sif and Valkyrie joined the Que. “Are you guys all waiting?” Valkyrie asked, “Um yeah…” “Well I hope you are all fast pissers because I really have to go” Valkyrie added, laughing at the predicament the 5 women found themselves in, unknowing that there was no one in the stall. Great now there were four of them, Natasha thought as she tapped her foot on the floor, her desperation increasing but refusing to hold herself. “So is there only one bathroom for us in the whole house?” Maria asked, annoyed by the situation. She and Peggy had been drinking the night away and while neither was drunk, they had drunk their fair share of liquid. With Maria especially using it earlier as an escape from Peggy’s and Nat’s boyfriend questions. It was fun when they had done it to Steve, but now it was her turn she didn’t enjoy the tables being turned. She was sure she would find someone, but she wasn’t exactly free to date right now. “Yeah, this is the guest bathroom. I think everyone else at the party is using the one downstairs” Natasha replied, having asked Pepper about it just minutes before. For ten minutes the five women waited in various stages of desperation, or at least showing different levels of need. Valkyrie clearly didn’t care and was now openly holding herself while she chatted with a stiffly standing Sif. Her carefree nature clearly making Valkyrie not worry about causing a scene, but then again, they all knew why they were in here. Sif for her part was doing her best to talk to Valkyrie but she was starting to worry. Her slim left leg bent slightly as she bounced lightly on her right foot. Having spent much of the night drinking with Thor and the others Sif could feel her bladder pressing uncomfortably against her tight corset. The intense pressure of it only elevating her desperation and driving her mad. Occasionally she would bite her lip and nervously glance at the occupied stall, wishing for it to open soon and let the line move. In front of her Peggy Carter was in a similar state, her formal and professional demeanour somehow remaining despite an overwhelming need to pee. Under her long green dress her knees were knocking together as she fought the waves of desperation coming from her bladder. But she was secretly used to this feeling, often staying late in the office and delaying her bathroom visits as late as possible to get the work done. Although she was sure by this point she would ordinarily have gone, and the alcohol wasn’t helping her control either. Beside her Maria was stood slightly hunched, a hand firmly resting on her upper thigh. She too had experience of this sort of thing, with extensive military training often leaving her in a position where she had no choice but to hold it. Something she had in common with Natasha, although she could tell her read headed friend was struggling with something. Natasha’s face was starting to sweat, glistening in the bright lights of the bathroom. The last 10 minutes had seen her discomfort go through the roof as both her stomach and bladder battled it out to see which would cause her more pain. Whatever Thor had given her was clearly disagreeing with her, a not so faint nauseous feeling coming from the pit of her stomach. Her tight black body suit making her hot all over as the Margling started to take full effect. With small steps she walked over to the bathroom door again, hammering on it as hard as she dared, too much exertion was going to spell disaster for her. “How long are you going to be, there is a Que out here.” She shouted angrily, her husky voice cracking slightly. “Hello?” she waited a few more seconds for a response. Turning around she could see the concerned faces of Sif and Peggy looking back at her while Valkyrie seemed to be fairly calm despite her hand between her legs. “You know what, im coming in unless you say something”. Looking back the others shrugged, clearly no other ideas. Trying the door handle it was clearly locked, which left her no choice. Taking a step back she raised her right foot and firmly kicked the door which swung open. Inside it was empty, but to their horror it seemed something or someone had broken the toilet. The pipe into and out of the toilet was broken, with much of the bowl also cracked but still usable if the pipes and mechanism were repaired. “Oh for heavens sake” Peggy said in disbelief. “There has to be another toilet” Sif stammered, her bladder contracting heavily with the new realisation of the toilet being out of order.. “There is but the line looked massive when I went past about 20 minutes ago.” Carter replied, her composure breaking for a moment as she visible shook from desperation and a hand flew to her crotch. Closing her eyes she allowed herself to cross her legs. “So whats the plan” she asked calmly. “I….does anyone know how to fix this?” Valkyrie asked, but only got a series of shakes of the head. “Maybe Tony does?” Maria asked? “How long will that take?” Sif asked nervously “I don’t know, but I don’t see we have any other choice. If we can find him it should only be like 10 minutes.” Peggy answered. “I don’t know about you lot but I cant wait that long” Valkyrie laughed. “Im going to go find somewhere else to pee” she said. “I’m coming with you, Sif said following her friend, trying not to let the level of desperation show as she almost scurried along behind her. “Natasha, whats your plan?” Maria asked, turning back to the black suited assassin. Natasha had been quiet through the whole ordeal, the discovery of the broken toilet and effort of kicking in the door too much for her. The muscles in her legs started to quiver as she felt her control fading. A burst of pee hissed from her crotch as Natasha’s trained body betrayed her. The war she was fighting internally was finally over, despite her immense control she had lost. Although outwardly she simply seemed to bend slightly, a quiet and soft grunt escaping her. The first burst of warm pee contained within her skin tight latex suit. It had been her bladder which had failed first, another jet of pee escaping her trembling muscles. But now it was her stomach’s turn as similar to Carol earlier she too felt a wet mess escape her rear. Natasha grunted again as the volume of pee overwhelmed the suit and rivulets of it began escaping out of the bottom of her legs. Standing there she continued to fight for control, but it only seemed to force it out quicker. Thankfully her jet-black suit would hide the accident, but she couldn’t hide the shame she felt. Both sets of cheeks burning as she closed her eyes. Her pee still shooting down her left leg, an audible hiss filling the room as the tightly woven material of the suit only amplified the sound of her accident. A strange bulge starting to appear in the rear of her suit. “We need to find Stark” Carter said, with both her and Maria quickly leaving and hoping to last long enough to fix the toilet. Natasha hung her head, her body still emptying itself into the figure-hugging suit she was wearing. How could this have happened, she was a fearless assassin, and now she was wetting and messing herself like some incontinent baby. Sif and Valkyrie pushed their way through the party, leaving the main room the pair rounded the corner and emerged into a small courtyard. “Fuck it, this will do” Valkyrie said, starting to rummage around with her clothing. “What out here!” Sif asked, alarmed at the exposed nature of where she had been taken. Passers-by continued to walk past barely 50 meters away as her friend squatted in the small shrubbery, the large glass windows on the house also overlooking the position. She had thought that Valkyrie might have had another plan, maybe they were going to check out another toilet. But as if to answer her question a few moments later she watched as Valkyrie squatted and a loud forceful jet of piss shot out of her friend and onto the grass. “But I…But I…” Sif was torn between squatting like her friend, or trying to find an alternative. But after a few moments of standing still, her body decided for her. The crotch of her dark leggings glistened as she began to pee. Unable to stop it pee began to fall between her tightly clenched and toned thighs, glistening black material appearing all over her long legs as she began to wet herself. For more than a minutes both warrior women peed, the sheer volume of ale taking their toll on the two beauties. One now air drying after unashamedly baring her rear to squat freely, the other in sodden garments after being unable to make the same decision. Sif might have kept her modesty, but perhaps not her dignity. Her tall leather boots now overflowing with her own piss as she stood there, unable to believe what had just happened. “C'mon, c'mon, c'mon” a bouncing Maria hill begged as Tony finished up fixing the toilet a few minutes later. “You know, this isn’t quite how I planned spending my 50th birthday” He said, genuine annoyance in his voice as he knelt on his bathroom floor. “Yeah well that makes two of us” Peggy shot back, herself now lent to one side and a desperate look on her face. A clear red mark on her front tooth from where she had been biting at her lip in nervousness. “Now stop complaining and help” “Charming, but there we go ladies you should be good to…go. Can I go back to my party now?” He said, sliding the tool box into the corner and putting his suit jacket back on. “Oh thank you, you’re a life saver” Carter said “You know, that is kind of our day job too” he said sarcastically before leaving the two desperate women in the bathroom. Seizing on the opportunity Maria darted into the open stall, closing the door which had also been fixed. “No, Maria!” Carter shouted. “I’ll be quick” Maria shot back as she started to take her uniform off. “I am you superior officer, I order you to let me pee!” Carter shouted half seriously, banging on the toilet door. But it was no use, Maria was currently letting out her much-needed pee into the toilet. Sighing in relief she relished the feeling, her pee hitting the water in the toilet noisily beneath her. Carter now on her own was pacing the bathroom in small circles muttering to herself. She was beyond desperate and was just seconds away from wetting herself, but she couldn’t let that happen. She was a senior Shield Agent, not some Lilly liver'd school girl. But even as she heard the click of the lock turning in the bathroom stall she felt a powerful pulse race through her bladder, a sudden warm wetness spreading through her underwear. “Ohhhh” she said softly as her bladder started to empty itself, dark streaks appearing on her dull green dress as pee burst out of her. Her black heeled shoes instantly overfilled with pee as it raced down her stocking clad legs. “I hate you, you know that” she said looking up at Maria walking out of the cubicle, a shocked look on her face as she watched the intrepid Peggy Carter wet herself. “You tell anyone about this, your dead.” She said jokingly. Carol Marcus had been half way down the drive when she felt her stomach shift again, the uncomfortable urge and spasms making her grimace. “No, not again” she whimpered, a hand going to her rear as she turned around and started to power walk back towards the party. Barging through the toilet door several minutes later she ignored the large puddle of urine that a number of her friends had left, slamming the stall door closed she felt her bowels threatening to release again. But this time as she reached for the zipper it came down easy and she had made it. Sitting on the toilet she allowed her body to relax as her stomach continued to gurgle. She didn’t hear the door open again, but she could hear the voices on the others side of the cubicle wall. “Oh my god Jane, Im about to wet myself. Why did you make me wait so long?” Wanda asked, clearly slightly inebriated. “Me, I said we should go like 30 minutes ago.” “Yeah we’ll im going first” Wanda responded, clumsily walking into the closed and locked cubicle. Carol could see someone turning the handle, but she was in no position to hurry as her tired body continued to force whatever Thor had fed her plate after plate of, out of itself. “I think someone is in there” Jane said, pressing her legs together under the long blue dress she had grown accustom to wearing since being with Thor. Wanda was doing her best to control herself, but the pressure inside her abdomen was unrelenting. The leather corset may have made her feel sexier on any other day, but right now all she could feel was its squeezing effect on her bladder. The physical restraint pushing inwards against her bladder and more than doubling the pressure on her would be distended bladder. Between the two of them they had gone through two large champaign bottles, most of which was currently sitting inside her as she wiggled around the bathroom. Jane was more composed, her legs now tightly crossed she almost stared through the door, waiting to rush through it as soon as possible. She had grown accustom to drinking large quantities of Alcohol, but even so this was stretching her bladder and she felt unbearably full. “How long are you going to be!” Wanda said, banging on the door. “I’ll be out in a minute” Carol said back, her face blushing red as she sat on the toilet. “Jane I cant wait a minute” Wanda said, looking over at her sternly faced friend. “What do you mean?” Jane asked. “I mean, im starting to loose it now” Wanda said looking down her crotch, the black material showing no evidence of the leak she was looking for. Despite that she could feel a distinct warmth in her pants and soon another small leaked joined the previous one. Her muscles weakening and unable to hold back the flood any longer. “I….I cant” Wanda said as she quickly stooped and squatted, her trousers unable to be pulled out of the way because of her large red leather corset over the top. A loud and wet hiss filled the room again as a powerful and steady stream roared past Wanda’s tight trousers and onto the floor where it joined the other puddles still sitting there. The crotch of her tight trousers shinning brightly as the torrent of liquid sprayed through them. “Wanda…” Jane groaned, the sound of her friends relief splattering onto the tiles combined with the hiss just too much for her to bare. Her desperate bladder simply unable to hold it any longer a river of pee raced out of her and snaked its way down her bare legs. Pulling up the dress to avoid any damage she felt the warmth spread down her legs, glad she had left her uncomfortable shoes where the two of them had been sitting. Steams of piss rushed out of her and down both legs, running between her toes and continuing to spread out under her. Closing her eyes she felt her cheeks burn red, unable to control herself. This was humiliating, but the effects of the alcohol seemed to be dulling the true regret she would otherwise have. Opening them she felt herself run dry as her soaked underwear hung to her womanhood uncomfortably. Next to her Wanda was still peeing, her face similarly scarlet in colour, but after another 10 seconds she too finished. "We should...." Jane said indicating to the door. "Yeah" Wanda agreed, the two women hurrying out of the bathroom and glad that their clothing showed little evidence of their accidents. In the cubicle Carol was finally starting to feel better, and about 10 kilo’s lighter. The cramping from her stomach had stopped and her bladder was once again empty. “Ok, guys im almost done, I’ll be out in a second” Carol said, but got no response. “Guys?” Opening the door she stepped out, her foot landing into the massive puddle of piss which had been deposited onto the tiled floor by many of the Earths greatest Heroines. The end. commissioned by me written by @Markj9494

Act 1: The Setup Ally was describing her first days account as a pharmacist. Emily promptly calls her out on her tiny bladder and offers her a duel of holding. Winner gets the weekend off. “Yeah, it was a rush. I haven’t experienced anything like it since I was at a theme park.” Said Ally. “So you enjoyed it huh?” Asked Emily. “Oh for sure. Best first day ever.” “Well good. So there’s some work stuff I need to go over with you. Can you come over to my place tomorrow after work?” “I can. I take it we can’t do it at the store?” “I’d rather not...it’s a lot to cover.” “That’s fine. I can just follow you home when we get off.” “Perfect.” Ally hung up the phone. It was rather unusual to discuss work stuff outside of the building, especially if it involved patient data. But Ally wasn’t too concerned. She really enjoyed catching up with Emily, especially outside of work. And she knew if it was a serious matter, it would be dealt with at work, not at the comfort of her home. Ally always had looked up to Emily. Without her help, Ally wouldn’t be where she is today. Even though Emily was a few years older, they had a very close relationship. She had helped her with school, mentored at work, consoled her during the worst breakup of her life, and not to mention she’s the one who hired her. The amount of respect Ally felt for her was beyond immeasurable. The next day was relatively uneventful. Ally tried to pry Emily about the meeting tonight but she wouldn’t budge. Not one peep about it. So much so she’d even change the subject or just chuckle and pretend to not know what Ally was talking about. 6 P.M. “Hey Ally! You ready to go?” “Yeah sure. Care if I run to the bathroom first?” “Only if you don’t wanna ride with me.” Said Emily as she gave her a look of sadness. “Ugh. Fine. I’ll grab my stuff.” Sighed Ally. Ally was still feeling that immense hold from a day before. It had stretched and weakened her bladder more than she thought. She was nowhere near emergency levels or even discomfort but she could feel it. The 15 minute drive was very uneventful. Emily’s house was in a gated neighborhood. Ally was impressed. She had never seen it in the daylight. “Okay weakling, you can go to the bathroom now.” Stated Emily as she opened the side door. Ally slowly turned and gave off a look of disgust. “I’m sorry I’ve got a tiny bladder. If I could change it, I would in a heartbeat.” Little did she know, that’s exactly what Emily intended to do to her. The two settled in to the living room. The house was theirs for the rest of the night. Emily’s husband was going out of town for work. “Here’s the water you asked for, Ally.” “Uh...I didn’t but I’ll take it. I’m dying of thirst.” “Oh, I thought you did. Well I’ll grab ya another one since I’m up still. I’ll also get the good stuff too.” Emily returned shortly with two large glasses of water and a huge bottle of wine. Ally wasn’t a huge wine drinker but she was feeling it today. The wine was poured and they both downed the first glass almost immediately. “Okay, that’s good stuff.” Stated Ally. Emily chuckled, “Theres more where that came from. I have another bottle in the fridge if you want it.” “Maybe, this tastes awfully good. And besides, aren’t we doing work stuff?” “Well, sorta. Your experience the other day, what would you do if it happened again?” “Uhhh. I haven’t thought about it but I guess I’d grit my teeth and bear through it until I can get to a bathroom.” “But I thought you said you enjoyed it?” “I did. It was a rush I’ve not experienced in awhile.” “So why don’t WE do it again? Right here, right now.” “Uh what...like a game or something?” The look on Ally’s face was disbelief. Was her boss asking her to hold her pee? Was this really happening? It can’t be true. Ally had never fathomed this. Hell, she still hadn’t even processed her near-accident entirely yet. “Exactly! Sara and I would occasionally use it to see who would get the weekend off. Sara always lost. Up for it?” Asked Emily. “I mean...sure? It doesn’t sound like I have a choice in this do I?” “Of course you do. You can get in my car and I’ll take you to your car and pretend this didn’t happen. I won’t be upset with you. I promise. I just thought you’d want some excitement and a new goal now that schools finished.” “You know me too well. So, how do we do this?” The enormous smile on Emily’s face worried Ally. She was going to get destroyed. But she wasn’t even sure how this would all work. But she was beyond ecstatic to try this and see where it goes. End of Act 1 Thanks for reading this far! Hopefully this is a good intro for what’s to come! I’ve really enjoyed writing this story so far and hope to continue it into a whole series. Feel free to send suggestions. (Act 1-3 is already written though and won’t be changed except for grammatical errors.) -Sammi

Impatient Imran Imran was impulsive, even to a fault. On an impulse he applied to study to be a doctor and leave his family and friends to be in the U.K. then on an impulse, not even thinking of the implications, he spent his third year student grant on a ‘super one off deal’ to establish his own business in multi level marketing on the promise of becoming a millionaire one day. That nearly got him deported because he stupidly hadn’t thought through the implications of working and running a business on a student visa. Thankfully another impulse of joining his local mosque saved the day, combined with a fine Muslim lawyer, and although Imran was grateful, he never did return to formal studying. In fairness he put his all into his new business and when the company collapsed Imran spent months trying to rebuild his confidence and self image. Once again his character fault came into play when he began being impulsive with woman. Three months after meeting Shikira they were married and a month later she was pregnant. Imran tried to settle but he couldn’t seem to deny himself. When he wanted something, wether that was the latest phone, expensive clothing or another woman, he found himself impulsively buying, borrowing and having sex, then regretting, struggling with remorse, then to make himself feel better impulsively buying, kissing or borrowing all over again. By the time his daughter started school his wife had had enough. By 30 Imran was divorced, bankrupt and living on friend’s sofas. Once again it was his faith friends who helped him. They prayed with him, took him to the mosque daily and worked on his character, patience and pain. Finally Imran found a job, spent his free time at the mosque helping out whenever he could, and eventually managed to rent a bed sit. He was determined to prove his doubters wrong and show he could be professional, patient and upstanding. After years of dodging paying by any trick he could, Imran finally called child support and began supporting the daughter he hasn’t seen in years. He applied for access and though it took two years he finally received one weekend a month on trial. Tonight was one of those nights and Imran had wanted desperately to treat his daughter to try and make up for the years he had lost. Now almost 14 she was into pop bands, cartoon drawing and, to Imran’s delight, she was a faithful Muslim too. He’d saved up for months and spent almost an hour on the phone to get tickets to Ed Sheeran. He had so much to prove. Imran met Tanisha at her local train station with her mum and new stepdad. After an awkward few minutes Imran and Tanisha boarded the train to town, had lunch in a Chinese buffet then took the train to the exhibition centre where queues were already forming five hours before the concert. Thankfully it was a mild day and Imran was just grateful to be with his daughter even if he wasn’t the biggest Ed Sheeran fan. Time passed and the father and daughter caught up on life in the queue laughing, sharing and enjoying getting to know each other. Tanisha received what seemed like 100 text messages from her mum and friends and Imran received two: one from his phone provider informing him of a new deal and one from a close friend at the mosque saying that tonight was his chance to show everyone how patient and mature he was now. The timing of that one amusing Imran as an hour and a half of standing in the same place was frustrating him and his tendency to be impulsive was fighting within him. Tanisha opened her bag and nibbled at a few snacks idly commenting how glad she was to have brought them and that she was even more glad she had been to the toilet at the Chinese restaurant earlier. Imran wasn’t so bothered about the snacks but he was beginning to need the bathroom and regretting his decision not to go earlier because he hadn’t needed it then. His daughter was clearly wiser than he was already, he thought. Half an hour later and finally things looked to be moving, though it turned out to be just some internal doors opening allowing the queue to move a few meters but nothing more. Imran checked his watch. He was definitely needing a bathroom now but it was still at least two hours before the concert started and even the he had no idea where the bathrooms even were. He’d just need to wait. They were being pushed more now and the noise and crowds were a little overwhelming. Tanisha informed him there were almost 2000 people expected to this concert alone and thanked her dad for the hundredth time for managing to get tickets. Imran loved her excitement though his legs were getting sore standing and his bladder was bothering him. Imran began to debate in his head if he could perhaps leave his daughter and go look for a bathroom. As if she could read his mind she casually commented that the amount of people actually made her feel a bit scared and she would never have come alone. Imran realised he couldn’t leave a vulnerable 13 year old girl in a crowd of thousands even if he did want to urinate. He’d have to hold on, though he was getting more and more impatient by the minute. He moved from foot to foot a bit anxiously. Tanisha asked if he was ok but he wasn’t going to admit to his thirteen year old who he barely knew that he really wanted the gents. Instead he said his legs were aching and he was wondering when they might actually get inside. Tanisha sighed and commented that he was just how her mum had said ‘always impatient and only focussed on himself’. Imran went a little red but signed and decided he would prove his daughter’s mum wrong. He was a changed man and he had to prove it. Time passed and they still hadn’t moved though a number of staff from the centre wear out wearing luminous coats and ensuring the lines were in order. Imran was struggling to stand still. It was now hours and hours since he’d last went to the toilet and he really needed to go. He overheard someone else asking a steward about toilets and despite the noise of the crowd he heard that there were some just inside the lobby when they finally got there. Imran just hoped that wouldn’t be long away as he was getting really bursting to go now. Tanisha noticed her dad’s movements and anxiety. She guessed what might be wrong but felt too embarrassed to say. Imran might be her biological father but she still hardly knew him and even if he was desperate for the gents what could she do anyway? Just then she watched as her dad crossed his legs and placed a hand in his trouser pocket. Imran was bursting. What had started as a niggle, an uncomfortable bloated feeling near his bladder was now a strong and constant tingle in his penis and an ache in his bladder. Strong urges pulsates through him, firstly at random but now every few minutes. The tapping his legs, moving from foot to foot, kicked the wall behind him and squeezing through his pockets just wasn’t working any more and when another strong urge hit he crossed his legs tightly, bent forwards and had to squeeze himself closed through his pockets. There was no denying it now: he HAD to pee really badly. He muttered to himself, caught in the moment. ‘Grrr I really really need to pee’ Tanisha looked along the line then disappeared for a minute or so. Imran bent forward holding himself no longer caring what anyone thought. He’d never felt so impatient about anything before. He HAD to pee or else he would burst. Just then his mobile buzzed. It was another text from his Muslim friend: ‘Just remember you are a changed man Imran. Be patient. Show your daughter how mature you are now. Put her first. I know you can do this!’ Everything hurt now. His head was spinning, his stomach ached with being so full, his penis felt swollen and numb and his pride hurt too. He couldn’t piss himself here in public in a long line formEd Sheeran with his daughter here. He had to be patient. Finally Tanisha returned, but not alone. ‘Dad I’ve told the steward it’s an emergency and you can’t be patient any more. He just wants to confirm you can’t wait. Can you?’ ‘Ohhhhh I want to...’ but at that he marched on the spot and grabbed himself as another very urgent throbbing pushed his body as it yearned to release. Some urine dribbled out despite Imran’s best efforts. ‘Actually it IS an emergency. I absolutely need to toilet so badly I am about to have an accident.’ ‘Don’t embarrass yourself dad. Just try and be patient a bit longer ok?’ The steward took pity on Imran and took both dad and daughter to another side entrance where he opened a door with a key and led them into a small corridor. Imran had to stop twice and bend forward and grab himself as urge after urge hit him with force as his bladder decided enough was enough. He muttered to himself as he did so. ‘Be patient Imran. Keep holding!’ Finally the steward pointed to the toilets. To his utter surprise Tanisha ran to the ladies like her life depended on it whilst Imran could only hobble to the next door gents. As Imran undid his trousers and pulled his penis out tears filled his eyes. He’d never experienced anything like it as he cried, sighed and pissed simultaneously for as long as he could ever remember. Just when he would think he was finished his bladder would restart all over just as violently, noisily and fast as before. Imran couldn’t believe how much liquid had been in his body but what he could believe was how ecstatic it felt to finally allow it all out. As a third stream started Imran smiled to himself. He’d been patiently holding for hours and now he was having to patiently wait while so much fluid was released. He just hoped Tanisha was being patient waiting for him outside. Whether or not he enjoyed the concert or not Imran was proud of himself. Just months before he would have walked out of the queue hours ago and wouldn’t have had the resilience to hold his bladder for so long for the sake of someone else. He was finally maturing and putting others first. If only he had learnt that years before.

Holding Holly For a so called ‘day off’ Holly didn’t seemed to stop. By 9am she was in the gym running on the treadmill in her sports leggings and thin t-shirt having had muesli for breakfast with some fresh apple juice. With her tunes from her iPod blaring she built up a sweat and finally wound down having run her usual five miles, her long blond hair sweating despite being tied back in a pony tail. Holly stepped off the treadmill and guzzled half her bottle of water before drying off with her sports towel and heading straight to her car. No sooner was she in the door when Sparkle, her white kitten walked up to her and rubbed against her leg. She picked her up, snuggled into her and carried her into the kitchen where she placed her gently into her carrier, finished her water, and headed with her back to her car. Sparkle was due her annual jags though Holly hated the thought of her little darling hurting in any way. Holly belted herself in to her 4 by 4 and drove the six miles to her chosen vet. Only the best for her Sparkle, regardless of cost. Once again she plugged in her trusted iPod and blasted out her tunes singing away as she drove. Holly drove around the big roundabout on the outskirts of town and indicated to come off on the busy duel carriageway not hearing the bangs and groans coming from the rear ended of her car. The first she realised was as she tried to increase speed on the faster road and hearing her car suddenly sound like a very loud motorbike. She was losing power and could hear her exhaust even over her tunes. Holly was no mechanic. In fact she kept plastic disposable gloves in her car to use just for filling it with petrol every week because if there was one thing Holly hated it was getting dirty. The noise got louder as Holly drove and the car shuddered and failed to gain speed despite her having her foot to the floor. Holly began getting anxious as she looked for a safe place to pull over unsuccessfully. Finally a loud trailing noise and grinding followed by banging causing the vehicle to slow right down forcing Holly to press her hazard warning lights and pull the car into the side as best as she could. She leaned over and opened the glove box taking out the car manual and flicking through it as her mind tried to think what to do. Holly phoned her dad. No answer. She phoned her brother. No answer there either. Finally she remembered that she had breakdown cover though she couldn’t remember who with. With cars zooming past her causing her car to shake she remained in the drivers seat and scrolled through her emails on her phone until she eventually found her insurance company and called them. After twenty minutes of pressing numbers then waiting she finally spoke to someone only to discover she had no breakdown cover with them and that she must have taken it out directly with a breakdown company. By now Holly was anxious, stressed and struggling to think. She tried to remember who she might have breakdown cover with but even trying to recall the colour of her car right now seemed impossible. Reluctantly she called her ex boyfriend. He at least answered though initially he could hardly stop laughing when she told him why she was calling. At least the one positive was that he was sure she was with the AA as he had encouraged her to get signed up at a service station months ago when they met for a coffee. Holly hung up and googled the AA and finally spoke to someone. By now she’d been sitting at the side of the road almost 40 minutes with cars tooting, zooming last at speed and almost hitting her, feeling more vulnerable than she’d ever done before. And just to add to the annoyance and stress she was needing the bathroom too. At least Sparkle seemed ok as she slept soundly in her carrier on the passenger seat. The AA were very helpful and told Holly to get out of her car via the passenger side and wait for assistance, something they said she should have done as soon as she pulled over. At least out of the vehicle Holy could see for herself what colour her car was and read her registration plate. Holding Sparkle’s in her glittery branded carrier she walked over the barrier at the side of the road and watched as the traffic raced past. Thankfully it wasn’t particularly cold or dark, just an average late spring Wednesday morning, though she still wished she’d kept her sheepskin shawl in the boot rather than in a drawer at home. Holly stood and waited. She called the vet and cancelled her appointment noticing as she did that part of the underside of her precious car had fallen off. She walked a little closer realising it was her exhaust pipe though at a complete loss to know what it did never mind how to fix it. She stood back again crossing her legs. Another ten minutes past and Holly was getting impatient. She was bored, annoyed and needing a wee. She wasn’t used to being stranded and didn’t like it. She called the AA back and they reassured her they would be with her soon. She called her dad and left a message. He would have rescued his princess right away had he known about the situation. Holly was used to being rescued, especially by men. Her dad wouldn’t want her standing at the side of a busy duel carriageway with her tight sports leggings on, her expensive trainers and her sports t-shirt. He wouldn’t want her darling kitten to be in danger nor would he be happy at his daughter needing a wee in public. But he wasn’t here. He didn’t know and there was nothing he could do. Holly looked around. She’d never in her life did a wee outside let alone at the side of a ridiculously busy road. She had tight leggings on revealing every contour of her thighs and legs but which took quite some effort to pull down to empty her bladder. Perfect for exercising but not so perfect when really needing to go. Holy paced a little, not daring to ever let go of the kitten carrier. She crossed her legs leaning on the fragile fence that bordered the fields by the side of the road. No bushes or trees or even buildings in sight. Open, light and in full view, perfect, Holly thought, to keep her safe but frustrating when you really wanted a wee and were trying not to show it. Time passed and finally Holly’s phone rang. The AA were on their way but would be another 15 minutes yet. Holly was grateful but getting a little concerned as her bladder continued to moan for relief. She continued moving and pacing and willing time to move quicker. Finally the AA van pulled up behind Holly’s car and a handsome red haired mechanic jumped out. He shook Holly’s hand, introduced himself, then walked over towards Holly’s car. Holly walked behind him, still holding the cat carrier though finding standing still increasingly hard. ‘So you heard a bang and crunching mam?’ ‘Yes I think so’ ‘It must have made such a noise. You’re entire exhaust has broken mam. This car isn’t drivable at all.’ ‘Oh. So what happens now?’ ‘That depends on your policy mam. If you hold on I’ll go check for you.’ Holly watched as he returned to his van, climbed in and closed the door. Holly continued to move from one foot to the other, her body feeling the chill now and her bladder annoyingly pressing constantly for relief. The mechanic climbed out the van again and, guiding Holly towards the field, he finally told her the good news. ‘You have full cover mam. So you have some options. You can be towed to the nearest approved garage or we can tow you home or to your destination. Whatever you prefer mam.’ Holly tried to think, though it wasn’t easy with a bladder constantly trying to push her to think of it and nothing else. Peeing dominated her thoughts now and she based her decision solely on which option might get her to a toilet quickest. The problem was she didn’t know where the nearest garage was so she asked whilst bouncing on her toes. ‘Where would the nearest garage be and would they have...’ Before Holly could finish her sentence the mechanic was googling on his phone. ‘Two miles away mam’ Holly suddenly wondered how she might get home with Sparkle. ‘So would you drop my car there and they give me another 4 by 4 and I get that instead? Like a new one? That’s how it works is it? ‘No mam. It’s just a local garage and you’d have to make your own onward transport arrangements from there I’m afraid. However as I said we can tow you home or to your destination if that’s preferable. I’ve already called for more assistance.’ A surge of fear combined with a very sudden, urgent even, need to void her bladder overcame Holly as she bent forward a little and crossed her legs. ‘More assistance?’ ‘Yes mam.I’m roadside assistance and this breakdown requires a pick up truck which is now on its way. If I towed your vehicle in this state I’d cause more damage unfortunately. I’ll remain with you until he arrives though mam. You won’t be left alone so don’t worry.’ It wasn’t the thought of being left alone that worried Holly. It was her ever increasing need to wee that was her most pressing concern and the one thing she just couldn’t stop thinking about. Now she wouldn’t be alone it would be even harder to hide too. ‘For both our safety mam it would be better if we stood by the field edge. The lorry shouldn’t be too long hopefully’ Holly walked over behind the AA employee still holding the cat carrier tightly. ‘Have you decided where you would like us to take you yet mam?’ Holly desperately, urgently, wanted to reply, ‘a toilet!’ but she couldn’t bring herself to be so brash. Back against the fence to the field she held Sparkle’s carrier in front of her legs as she moved them constantly to help her hold. ‘I have an emergency blanket in the van if you are cold mam?’ ‘Em....yes that would be nice thanks.’ As the mechanic walked to his van with his back to Holly, despite the fact passing traffic could see her every move, Holly hid herself with the car carrier as she marched on the spot and held herself. Her brain kept bringing up image after image of bathrooms, public toilets, even port a loos taunting her in her desperate need. She’d been bursting for ages now and hiding her need was getting very difficult indeed. There was little point in telling anyone though since there was simply nowhere to go anyway. The AA man returned with a foil silver emergency blanket and wrapped it over Holly’s shoulders as she kept on moving. She paced a bit under the pretence of being cold but actually just trying to keep her bladder at bay. She couldn’t have the mechanic see her pee herself. She had to keep holding. It was twenty minutes before the pick up lorry arrived by which time Holly couldn’t stand still. Frustratingly she still had to wait while her vehicle was safely loaded on and strapped in which took another ten minutes, delayed by the chatter of both mechanics. Holly was beside herself. She couldn’t relax as every muscle in her body tensed to hold her bladder at bay. Tears were forming at the back of her eyes and her toes curled in her expensive trainers. Holly was harassed, stressed, desperate even, yet trying to stay dignified regardless. She was failing in the latter as she bend one leg in front of the other, twisted her thighs and bounced around like a toddler on a sugar high. Finally she was called over, helped into the front of the tow truck and strapped in with the cat carrier on the seat beside her. ‘So it’s 26 Forrester Way is it?’ Holly could only nod her head as she wriggled in the seat as yet another spasm hit. ‘’Are you ok there? It’s just a couple of miles so we should be there in less than ten minutes now. Do you have a garage or a driveway I could drop your car into?’ Holly tried to think as her entire mind and body struggled to focus on something other than her bladder. With the silver emergency blanket over her knee she pushed a hand between her legs and squeezed as much as she could against her damp warm crotch. ‘A...a...driveway’ ‘Perfect’ He pulled out onto the traffic waving to his colleague in his mirror. ‘Five minutes’ Holly whispered to herself. ‘You can do this’ Holly’s fingers pressed and circled against her throbbing urethra through her leggings and underwear. She couldn’t recall ever being this bursting for a wee in her life. Nothing was stopping the constant pulses and spasms though as she constantly wriggled around uncomfortably in the seat. As the driver indicated at the very roundabout where Holly’s exhaust had fallen off Holly bent forward gasping. ‘Are you ok there?’ ‘I....I think...I think I’m going to pee myself!’ Holly cried. ‘Oh. It’s just a few miles to your house too.’ ‘I...I...can’t wait that long’ Holly felt a leak. The warm and wetness hitting her fingers as she frantically rubbed between her legs despite the fact it wasn’t having much effect now. ‘Oh God. It won’t stop. It just won’t.’ ‘Oh that’s awful. You must have been waiting at the road far too long were you?’ ‘Ye...yes I was. I’m trying to stop. Honestly I am. Oh I just can’t do this! No! No! You can see it on my leggings! No this can’t be happening. I need to stop this...’ ‘Oh dear. Have you had to go a while then? Henry never said when he called me you know. Is my seat wet?’ ‘I don...don’t know! Oh I just HAVE to wee. I’m so sorry. What...what time is it...oh....’ It’s 24 minutes past twelve mam.’ ‘Oh God! I was meant to be at the vets for 10:15. I’ve been...sooo....oh God I REALLY need the toilet so much! I’m leaking again...oh help! Oh God I’ve never been so bursting in my life! I was standing at the roadside for hours...no! It won’t stop...fuck it’s like running down the inside of my leggings now...I’m holding as much as I can.’ Holly was full on pressing between her legs with both hands, sweating, rubbing and rocking in the front passenger seat. Every word, every sentence, was perpetuating with gasps, sighs and endless fidgeting and sobs. ‘This is so...embarrassing. I did try holding..,honestly...oh Shit..,it’s dripping out steady...two fucking hours I’ve been bursting! Two hours. I can’t...I can’t do this any longer.’ Holly sat perfectly still as a loud hissing noise filled the otherwise silent pickup truck just as the lorry turned its engine off outside her house. The driver undid his seatbelt and looked at Holly with compassion but amazement. ‘Would you like a hand to get inside?’ ‘Yes. Yes I think I would please’ The AA driver walked beside Holly as they walked down the path and until she was safely inside he remained with her. While she changed and cleaned up he unhooked her car and carefully unloaded it from the transportation, placing it neatly and with care on her driveway. Only then did he ring her bell to get a form signed. Holly answered, relieved and smiling and after signing the form she rather spontaneously gave the driver a peck on the cheek. ‘Thanks for helping me’ ‘No problem. That’s my job mam’ He walked down the path smiling and knowing he’d never forget the time a beautiful woman pissed herself in his cab. He couldn’t wait to feel the passenger seat and smell it too.

Grabbing Graham Unsteady on his feet with his voice raised more than usual Graham clumsily made his way onto the station platform. The works Christmas night out had been amazing and he was buzzing from finally kissing Jennifer from admin under the mistletoe and from the alcohol surging through his body. He was drunk and would probably not remember much tomorrow but right now he was merry and singing jingle bells to anyone who happened to even glance at him. It was just days until Christmas so what was the problem? He was happy and high and everyone else should be too. He couldn’t make out a word of the announcements but then even sober he could hardly make out what train announcers said anyway. The rain and alcohol made reading the notice board rather hard too. The words were fuzzy so Graham laughed and brazenly walked up to someone who vaguely looked like they worked for British Rail and shouted louder than he realised: ‘Hoy mate. When’s that train for Farmsly coming?’ It was another member of the public who replied: ‘They just announced it. It’s ten minutes late mate. Platform 6.’ Graham tried to focus on the information as his brain struggled to process. Far too much alcohol was clouding his understanding and awareness but familiarity eventually kicked in and he stumbled his way to platform 6 and found a bench in a shelter. Graham wasn’t an overly confident or out-going person normally but fuelled with beer, spirits, mulled wine and more that he couldn’t even remember now, he was louder, more care free and much more bold. As an older woman in her late forties stood in the shelter he held his hand out to shake hers. ‘Merry Christmas Mrs!’ His other hand carelessly moved to his crotch area. The woman looked at him scornfully glancing at his other hand rather than the one he held out. Clearly thinking he was acting inappropriately she picked up her phone out of her pocket and looking right at Graham she made her intentions obvious: ‘Either stop that or I’ll call the police now! Drunk or not I am not accepting anyone do that! You filthy animal!’ Graham laughed not quite thinking of the seriousness of the situation as his mind was still full of frolics from his night on the town. ‘Listen wo.....wom....woman. I’m...am no like that. I need a piss that’s alllllll....but merry Christmas to ya anyway.’ Graham hadn’t really noticed how much he had to piss until the woman had looked at his hand. It was true he was touching himself and it did look wrong but, shit, he had to piss and all the drink in his bladder was wanting out rather suddenly. He grabbed his crotch and squeezed himself as he moved his legs to try and get comfortable on the cold damp bench. ‘Well no getting your dick out and pissing in front of me or I’ll take your photo and stick it on Facebook! I’m sick of drunks like you thinking they can piss wherever the hell they want. If you canny hold your piss then don’t drink!’ Graham couldn’t be bothered thinking of a come back. He just wanted on the train and away from the woman and into the toilet. God he really had to piss badly now. He was sure he’d went in the club earlier but it was all a bit hazy now. He ignored the woman and continued to grab his penis, scissoring his legs fast. Nothing more was said and Graham staggered onto the train as it finally arrived. He didn’t bother sitting and instead made his way through the carriages to find the toilet. The train wasn’t too busy, probably because it was the last one of the night and most sensible people were already in bed asleep. Graham held onto the seats and handles as he unsteadily made his way through the train. Finally he reached the carriage with the bathroom and he pressed the button to open the door. Nothing happened. Graham grabbed himself again openly. ‘Oh for fucks sake man. I need a piss!’ An older man’s voice shouted: ‘I think it’s broke mate. Seen it tried twice now.’ Graham bent forward and held himself. ‘Are you fucking serious? I need a piss so bad man.’ Two young girls, in their early twenties, dressed in sparkly fitted short dresses and tights, and clearly a little tipsy themselves, giggled as they watched Graham push the door, press the button repeatedly, and squirm whilst grabbing his personal area. Graham made a fist and banged on the door before marching on the spot and finally sitting down right outside the bathroom. He couldn’t sit still at all, alternating between scissoring his legs, crossing them and bouncing them. The giggling from the girls continued, though Graham wasn’t really caring. He leaned forward rubbing his penis with one hand and holding the chair tightly with his other hand. Too drunk too care and way too desperate to be able to stop even if he did, he squirmed and grabbed himself openly in a valiant attempt to keep his urine from escaping. Graham was frantic. He was beyond bursting now as he rocked and fidgeted on the train chair, interspersed with moaning and whimpering. The girls continued to laugh. The ticket inspector opened the carriage door and the girls muffled their laughter as they looked for their tickets. Graham on the other hand couldn’t stop fidgeting to get his ticket out his pocket let alone remember if he even had one. He stood up as the inspector approached grabbing his penis openly with one hand whilst getting his wallet out his back jeans pocket with his other. ‘Tickets please.’ ‘Mate I’ve....I’ve got a tic...ticket...just geez a minute....I’m...shit mate I’m dying for a slash and your..,your...toilet’s broke. Can you not...fix it pleeee...please. It’s an...an emergency!’ ‘Tickets please.’ Graham couldn’t stand still. He fondled with his crotch openly as he danced and crossed his legs as he handed the inspector a train ticket. ‘That’s your inward journey one. I need your return one please.’ Graham bent forward with a hand contorted on his dick as a spurt shot out. ‘God no! I’m pissing myself here mate! Can you not fix your fucking....fucking toilet.’ ‘Have you got a return ticket please?’ Graham opened his wallet and handed the man a ten pound note. ‘Where from?’ ‘What?’ Another small amount of piss dribbled out of Graham’s penis. ‘Where did you get on and where are you going?’ Graham hammered on the toilet door with his fist as his other hand grabbed his aching member. ‘If you don’t stop that I’m adraid I will need to ask you to get off this train. The toilet is unfortunately broken sir. Now where did you get on the train and where are you going?’ ‘I’m pissing myself and all you can talk about is where am I going? The only place I want to go is this fucking toilet and I can’t! I’ve been bursting since central station and I can’t fucking hold this until Farmsly. Is there not ano...anoth....another toilet?” ‘One single from Central to Farmsly is £4.30. Here’s your change sir and please don’t make a mess of my carriage. I’m afraid you will just have to wait a bit longer. I do apologise for any inconvenience.’ Graham wanted to swear but all his energy was being used to balance on his feet on the moving train and holding back the torrent of pee inside his bladder. He u did the button on his jeans and hastily fell back onto the seat behind him. Being drunk and desperate was there torture and Graham knew his underwear was already pretty damp. The ticket inspector checked the other tickets before walking through to the next carriage. The girls continued their giggling at Graham’s predicament whilst the older man looked out the indie as if Graham’s didn’t exist. Graham slid his hand inside the crotch of his jeans and held his aching damp penis for all he was worth. He stroked it, squeezed it, pressed it, and rubbed it as it shook and surged between his legs. Every jolt of the carriage hurt and time seemed to stand still. Finally Graham could just about make out the on board announcement that the train was approaching Farmsly. ‘Thank fuck for that! Oh God I need to piss!’ Graham tried standing up but his jeans wouldn’t stay up. He hitched and held them up as best he could but as he needed both hands to steady himself to walk to the door he was faced with no other choice but to re zip his fly and button up his jeans. He moaned loudly at the pressure this put on his bladder and immediately grabbed himself and jigged about. ‘I need a fucking piss!’ He shouted. The girls giggled louder than ever. Graham couldn’t care. He leaned forwards, one hand grabbing his member as tightly as he could as the train slowed at the station. He punched the button to open the door and moaned as he had to open his legs in order to get over the gap between the train and the platform. It was raining, cold and dark. Graham felt more urine dribbling as he walked along the platform. He sensed he was alone as he staggered towards the exit. Suddenly another surge hit and he quickly undid the bottom on his jeans, unzipped his fly and pulled out his wet, aching, half erect penis and allowed the pent up pee to zoom it’s way past his urethra and surge out of his penis at force. He was too drunk and it was too dark to even attempt to walk towards bushes and his piss wasn’t going to wait another second. Graham stood shaking as warm piss surged out his body as he gripped his penis with both hands. High from alcohol, a great night out and the ecstasy of finally being able to release he stood there laughing and smiling and shouting at the top of his voice: ‘I needed a fucking piss ok!’ Not that anyone else cared except him. Well him and his bladder that was.