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Desperate Doctors and Nurses Doctor Eva: Nurse Amy: Nurse Adele: Nurse Emily: Nurse Kim: Nurses Never Need It The media was flooded with the news of an epidemic in the city of Aquina. Nobody knew where the virus originated from, but it certainly was a funny yet serious concern for the society. The virus was named as Pissera as it was making people incontinent by overhydrating their bodies and weakening their control at the same time. The streets were filled with people rushing to find the nearest bathroom. The city’s once-bustling businesses were now empty and deserted. The stench of urine filled the air, and people were starting to lose hope. Each toilet had become a breeding ground for the virus. As the situation grew worse, the World Health Association (WHA) stepped in to take control. They dispatched a team of medical professionals to Aquina to investigate the cause of the epidemic and find a cure. The team included Doctor Eva from Czech and 4 of the strongest nurses from around the world - Emily from Netherlands, Amy from Australia, Kim from Brazil & Adele from the USA. The nurses, in particular, were supposed to be at the forefront of the battle against the epidemic, tasked with collecting urine specimens from patients and analyzing them in the lab. Before they were recruited for Aquina, they would deal with so many patients in the day and ignore the urgent nature’s call. The entire gang were nominated by their countries especially for this special ability of theirs. abilities to withstand long hours of work without any trip to the bathroom. In the nurses’ community, if one can hold his/her pee it was a tremendous achievement. This group was renowned for not using any hospital bathrooms throughout their careers despite having to handle double shifts on a regular basis and maintaining on aura of strength around them. As much as they were experts at holding it for long durations, they did like to pee once in a while. It was not a demand but more of a sweet reward they gave to themselves after holding it all day. The gushers would be loud and long and nearly orgasmic. But here at Aquina, the nurses were asked to stay in residential quarters which had only one bathroom. This posed a great challenge for all of them as they didn’t like to be seen going to the bathroom for such silly bodily needs. In fact, they all used to make fun of other staff who used to take bathroom breaks. Thus, in the residential quarters, simply rushing to the bathroom after a long day at work was NOT-AN-OPTION for them. The first day of work was not so difficult but from the 2nd day of work, the girls could barely keep still. They had not taken a full pee for over a day. The taut bulges under those tight uniforms told their story . When Dr. Eva asked them whether they needed to relieve themselves, she was returned with all sorts of answers, mostly which were to impress her. “Me, needing the bathroom! Never!” Said Amy. “Fucking no! This bladder has no limits!” Adele was overconfident. “I set the rules for my bladder. If I say no, my bladder will hold it in” Emily responded. “Nope Doctor. I cannot function normally unless my bladder is tearing apart with pressure!” Kim exclaimed. But truth be told, despite their tall claims, Adele, Emily and Amy were having second thoughts about how long they can keep up with their act. Those tiny uniforms were not designed keeping in mind a nurse’s bladder and eventually show that would be bulging obscenely. Aquina was pushing them to their limits, daily. With so many close calls and being ridiculed by each other, their days ahead were going to be very challenging. Kim and Eva thought otherwise. Adele started using panty liners for those moments when her bladder simply won’t stop leaking. Amy bought sponge bars to take just the edge of her bladder when the pressure became too much. Emily brought some indoor plants and partially relieved herself in the pots at the exact same time, twice every day. Kim simply forced herself to hold it till she found some privacy – which was far and few. And to her dismay, every time she sneaked into the bathroom one or the other nurse would catch her and start mocking her for having a pea sized bladder. “One day I will teach YALL a lesson on holding!” And no one knew what Eva did to manage her pressure, since no one ever heard a flush sound coming from her priavet bathroom. In other words, since the group arrived in Aquina, they had never fully emptied themselves. As much as they hated the constant discomfort and grossness, it became a matter of pride for them to keep the bathroom unused. They were willing go to any lengths to keep up with the façade of being under control, until one fateful day. Scene 1: The announcement The nurses were about to start their day when Eva hobbled in the empty hospital corridors. The sound of her footsteps echoed throughout. The nurses, Emily, Kim, Adele, and Amy were all gathered around the nurses' station. The group had a long day at work and their bladders were not fully relieved. A constant dull ache plagued their bellies. Adele had run out of panty liners the previous night. The pleasure of finally letting go was so intense that she couldn’t bring herself to stop till all her stock for depleted. Fortunately for her, the pressure was still manageable in the morning. Amy had a habit of waiting, even when she could actually take a pee. It finally caught up with her. The previous night she barely made it to the quarter dry and one she was in privacy, she simply failed to stop her gusher. The sponge started overflowing. It could only contain so much. She somehow managed to fall asleep only to be woken by an alarmingly full bladder. She attempted to dry off the sponge, but it remained soaked. She couldn’t get her much needed morning relief and cursed herself for being so careless. She determined herself to get some additional sponge from the hospital today. Emily was no better. Her bladder begged for its scheduled relief but there was nowhere to go. She had released so much into the potted plants last night that the soil was still drenched. Clearly her lack of self-control proved to be costly in the morning. Her potted plants had still not absorbed the gusher from the previous night. Kim’s bladder was hard as steel. Unlike the rest of the girls she had no secret tricks of relieving herself in private. She didn’t mind the excruciating discomfort though. She was so confident about her ability to hold even though her face had turned red with the efforts of keeping her filthy liquids contained. Every time she moved her boiling piss rushed to her pee hole. The girls were in the living room in the morning which left her no chance to sneak into the common bathroom. She sighed at that but didn’t mind it the pressure though. She had spent her entire childhood holding it and it was her favourite sport. The rest of the girls were jealous of her and every time she would sneak into the common bathroom for a long awaited partial relief, they would roast her. Back to the situation, showing weakness was not an option. Eva was pretty strict with them about their bathroom habits. To act strong in front of each other and Eva, they sipped on their cups of coffee, while chatting about the latest gossip in town. Suddenly, the door to the doctor's office swung open, and Dr. Eva stepped in, looking grave and serious. "Attention everyone," she said in a solemn voice. "I have some news that I'm afraid is not going to be easy to hear." The nurses stopped chatting and turned their attention towards the doctor, wondering what was going on. "I'm afraid we have a new strain of the virus," Dr. Eva continued. "And the only way to minimize the risk of infection is by holding pee, at least for 2 full days. There is nowhere safe to pee as you would normally do." The room fell silent for a moment, as the nurses looked at each other with horror in their eyes. Their bladders were already throbbing with pressure and tiredness and now this! "Like literally pee in once every two days, you mean?" Kim asked with a grin on her face. "Its not a joke Kim" Dr. Eva was annoyed. "One needs to build and sustain enough pressure in their bladders for at least 2 days to fight off the virus. You cannot dehydrate or take partial pees or anything. By peeing only once or lesser in every two days, we can overcome the incubation period of the virus and reduce the chances of infection” The nurses all nodded, trying to act normally. “So what I need you all to do is to talk to all the patients and ask them to hold it for two days or longer between each pee. And parallelly, please continue to collect urine samples just in case we land up with some other break through.” Doctor Eva then went to her cabin, and watched the nurses closely through the CCTV camera, observing their every move. She could tell that each one of the nurses was pretending to act normally but in reality, they were all holding it in. It was a critical moment in the fight against the virus, and she was grateful to have such an incredible team by her side. She fought her own intense urge to pee, rooting for the nurses, who were managing to carry out their responsibilities flawlessly, despite fighting the increasing discomfort of their bladders. On the other hand, Adele had mixed feelings about the situation. She had always prided herself on her ability to hold it in, but the thought of peeing only once every two days sent a shiver down her spine. On top of that she wouldn’t even be able to use her panty liners. She took a deep breath and secretly put on a tight latex bodysuit underneath her tiny nurse uniform. It felt restricting, but it was the only way she could force herself to hold it. She couldn’t help but chuckle to herself, “I can’t wait to see their looks when they will find out about my intelligent idea of wearing an outfit which makes it impossible to pee.” She had to make sure that she could hold it in for the full two days, no matter what. The only problem was that the bodysuit was a little too tight for comfort. “Oh no,” she thought to herself, “this could be a problem.” But she was determined to make it work, and so she started taking small, careful steps, hoping to keep the pressure to a minimum. "I can do this,” she whispered to herself, with a determination om her face. Amy could hardly contain her excitement as she thought about the challenge ahead. Her competitive nature had kicked in. Holding her pee had always been a source of secret pride for her, but now she could finally show off her skills. “Holding it for two whole days – hmmm, I guess the sponge not getting dry was a sign from the universe to hold it longer.” As she went about her day, Amy drank measured amounts of water, purposely trying to stay hydrated and yet as full as possible. Every time she felt the urge to pee, she clenched her muscles and took deep breaths, determined not to give in to the temptation. She couldn’t wait to see what the other nurses had up their sleeves. Emily was nervous that she would have to break her habit of relieving herself in her potted plants, twice a day. She felt a wave of apprehension wash over her as she contemplated the task ahead. She had always prided herself on being disciplined and having control over her body, but holding her pee for two days, every time? It seemed impossible. Yet, the gravity of the situation was not lost on her. The thought of being the one to make a difference in the world, to contribute in some small way to the defeat of the virus, was too powerful to ignore. With a deep breath, she made up her mind to push past her habits and become the hero that humanity needed. She started to strategize her approach, wondering how much water she would need to drink to be able to hold it as long as possible. Kim, on the other hand thought to herself “Its nothing that I cannot control! I will show these bitches what it means to have an iron bladder!” She did the unthinkable decided to take things up a notch and began to drink diuretics to increase the pressure. She was secretly excited about the challenge and couldn't wait to see how far she could push herself. She grinned to herself as she quickly mixed up a cocktail of diuretics in her water bottle, which she stole from the med counter. She had always loved holding her pee for as long as possible, and this challenge was right up her alley. As she took a long sip of the water, she could feel her bladder throb in protest. She didn’t even pee in the morning. The game was risky but she loved the discomfort and rush of needing to pee. She was determined to be the last one standing in this challenge, and teach the rest of the girls a fitting lesson. As she went about her work, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within her. A few hours later, Doctor Eva again got back to the screen, rocking back & forth in her seat. She saw the nurses subtly squirming and managing their daily activities. But what she didn’t like was the fact that the nurses hardly drank any water ever since the announcement. She got on the mic… “Just so that you remember girls, not drinking water is not a solution to beat the virus. I need you all to stick to the universal drinking plan – RIGHT NOW!” The nurses were caught off guard. Except Kim, the rest of them wanted to spread out their intake but alas! They all waddled to the pantry and started chugging water, trying to act all strong and confident. Within a matter of minutes, another litre was down their throats. Their bladders violently protested this sudden unwarranted inflow of water. Scene 2: Hour Six: Bladder Measuring Machine Kim was huffing and puffing. The diuretics and the additional stream of water raided her overworked bladder. “No no no! This can’t be good. Why is this getting so difficult! ” Her attempts to distract herself were starting to fail. “I must find out how much is exactly inside, so that I will know whether the pressure is real or is it just my mind messing with me!” Kim’s mind kept going back to the ultra-sound machine she had seen earlier in the lab. Finally, when no one was around, she snuck off to the lab and quietly checked the volume of her bladder. To her shock, the machine registered that she was already at 90% capacity – 3000ml – 16 hours. Kim started to panic. She had no idea how she was going to last for another day and a half. She cursed herself for consuming such strong diuretics. As Kim came out, Adele caught her. She inquired Kim about her sudden visit to the ultra-sound lab. Kim tried to come up with some excuse but failed to stop Adele. Her eyes twinkled with excitement to see the machine. It was always her dream to measure her bladder and without giving a second though she put the sensors on her bladder bulge. She had always wanted to measure her bladder capacity, and now was her chance. Without giving it a second thought, she quickly put the sensors on her bladder bulge and eagerly awaited the results. Adele couldn't help but imagine herself breaking the world record for the maximum volume inside a bladder. Her mind raced with ideas of how she would celebrate her victory, including a parade in her honour and a medal presentation ceremony. Finally, the machine beeped, and the results appeared on the screen. Adele's heart sank as she saw that her bladder was only at 50% – a meagre 1400ml – 6 hours. She couldn't believe it! She had been holding it in for hours, and it felt like there was a lot inside her bladder. Feeling disappointed and a little embarrassed, Adele quickly left the lab and went back to her duties as a nurse. As she walked through the halls, she couldn't help but wonder how the other nurses were faring in their attempts to hold their pee. She knew one thing for sure, though – she was not going to let this defeat her. “If I’m only at 50% now, it means I can actually go up to a whopping 2800ml.” That thought alone left her salivating. She would keep trying and pushing herself to be the best pee holder she could be. “Where were you guys up to? A few patients need help.” Emily squirmed. It was clear that counselling the patients about holding, collecting urine samples, and listening to the sound of the flush was not exactly an easy task when your bladder is crying for relief. She had never been one to take her bathroom breaks lightly - always made it a point to relieve herself in her pots, exactly the same time every day, without fail. But today was different. Today onwards she could only pee only once every two days. Kim tried to stop Adele from talking about the bladder measuring ultrasound machine, but she simply ignored Kim and spilled the beans to Emily. “Kim, you don’t get to tell me what to do!” Emily at once ran to the empty ultrasound room at once. Her heart raced with anticipation. She had never seen anything like it before, and the prospect of measuring her bladder fullness was both exciting and terrifying. With shaking hands, she placed the sensors on her bulging bladder and waited anxiously for the results. When they finally appeared on the screen, her jaw dropped in shock. "70% - 2100ml – 6 hours" she exclaimed in disbelief. "How is that even possible?! How the fuck am I going to last for two whole days?” Kim and Adele watched Emily curse herself. “Come on, Emily! Don’t feel bad. You’re holding quite a full bladder. Though its nowhere close to my capacity.” Adele mocked her. Truth be told each nurse wanted to know how each of one of them were holding up, perhaps except Kim. “O really Adele? You still think you can beat my tank?” Kim interrupted “Y’all make my fun when I try to use the toilet… now you know how it feels to be at limits.” What followed thereafter was a heated argument. Each one was determined to prove the rest about their prowess. Scene 3: Hour Ten: Amy’s Masterplan Amy was shifting her weight from one leg to the other. “If this drinking regime, continues for a few more hours, I am literally going to pee myself”, she thought to herself, giving a quick squeeze to her crotch. “I must devise a plan and make sure that the other three lose their loads before I do.” Just then Amy happened to overhear the argument of Kim, Emily and Adele coming from the ultra-sound room. A devilish plot occurred to her, and Amy sneaked into the medical counter. She looked from one side to the other and quietly stole tablets called “Openthra”. Her heart was racing as she poured them in the coffee machine mixer. “These pills will wreak havoc on their bladder with a tsunami of pee and destroy their control!”, she greedily laughed. An hour later, during the break time, all the trio arrived at the nurse station and poured themselves tall mugs of coffee, giving each other a knowing look. The atmosphere was tense and soon the mugs were empty. Kim, Emily and Adele had no clue what just happened with them. Amy couldn't help but grin as her plan was put to motion. She made her way to the ultrasound machine and put the sensors on her bladder bulge. As the numbers flashed on the screen, Amy's eyes widened in shock. It read 75% capacity – 2700ml – 10 hours. She nearly jumped with glee, only to stop within a second, when her bladder angrily protested. Her bladder was uncomfortably full but still under her control. Thankfully for her, her cunning plan put her on fast track to win the competition. For the first time she felt that she could survive without using the sponge. Back at the nurse station, Kim, and Adele were catastrophically desperate now. Their muscles were quivering. Hot frothing piss was pushing down their urethral opening like an overflowing dam. There was something wrong they sensed and went to Dr. Eva. “Help us” they wept to Eva, who herself was in a dire situation. The moment was tense and Eva, who herself was visibly shaking, hinted the girls to follow her to the ultrasound room. The machine there still had the Amy’s stats on the screen, which they were surprised to see. One by one they all used the machine and recorded the stats on a piece of paper. Capacity used by 6pm Volume holding No. of hours since last pee Kim 95% 3200 20 Amy 75% 2700 10 Adele 85% 2400 10 Emily 80% 2400 10 Eva 90% 2700 22 “How is it possible?!” Eva was perplexed looking at the various charts in the machine. “Our bladders have filled in so rapidly in just the past few hours and yet its only Amy who is below 80%. Strange!” “Wh-what is it doctor? We are so close to wet ourselves here!” Emily was strained. “Is it the virus, doc?” Kim asked with teary eyes. “N-No! Its not the virus. It does not act so fast. Things like this only happen if we consume a very strong diuretic” Eva couldn’t stand still. “Did you all drink anything in the past hour or so?” “Coffee” They all said in a chorus. “Me too!” Eva quickly got her mobile and scrolled through the CCTV footage of the coffee machine. And BAM! “Amy – Amy mixed something in the coffee machine mixer!” “What the fuck! Should we confront her? This is cheating!” Emily yelled. Her voice shaky. “Y’all wanna do it – Go ahead!” Kim tried to straighten up. “I am not going to give that bitch Amy any satisfaction about giving me a tough time.” “I think she is right!” Eva nodded. She instructed Kim, Adele and Emily to keep mum. Instead, she encouraged them to fight their needs and cork it in like TRUE NURSES! All the girls including Eva had never felt such an intense need to pee. Feeling the sensation of their bladders growing was weird, funny, arousing – all at the same time. Scene 4: Hour Twelve: Bombarding with Beer It was 8 in the evening and the last patient just left from the hospital. The nurses and Eva gathered at the nurse station. The bulge in each one’s bladder strained their already tight uniforms to its limits. The zip, the buttons, the seams – all were fighting to keep their swollen organ covered. “Long day girls, isn’t it?” Eva started. “Yeah! Long but easy!” Kim patted her bladder vigorously, sending shockwaves through her body. She suppressed it merely by gritting her teeth and clenching her muscles with all her might. “I agree!” Adele added, uncrossing her legs. She was followed by Emily who poured herself a tall glass of milkshake from the same machine. Amy raised her brows. “This wasn’t a part of the plan. How are they still so calm, by this time they should have formed a puddle under their feet.” All the 4 girls acted bravely as if nothing happened to them, while in reality they were hanging by a thread. Their bladders were near their capacity already and not even one day had passed. “I hope you all are doing fine with the new rule of peeing only once every 2 days!” Eva announced trying to force a smile. Her face red with the efforts. “Amy – you look concerned – what happened?” Amy realized that all the eyes were on her. “Are you all right? Please tell me you don’t need to pee yet.” “Oh no! Not at all!” Amy was blushing furiously. Eva, however, had a different idea of punishing Amy. "You know what we should do? We should go beer hopping. Push ourselves to our absolute limits." Amy raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure about that, Eva? You might not be able to handle it." Eva grinned. "Oh, I can handle it my dear. Can you?" Adele cleared her throat, trying to sound confident. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm still holding strong." Emily nodded in agreement. "Me too. I'm not going to let my bladder win." Kim shifted in her seat, her face turning red. "I can hold it. No problem." “Great! Lets get going. The bills on me!” Eva announced. Her bladder nearly erupting the flood in her tight undies. “It might not be the best idea at this moment” Amy tried to protest again. “Jeez! Aquina is the Beer capital of the world, and we haven’t taken a single night off. THIS IS AN ORDER!” Eva glared at all. Kim literally pulled Amy out of her seat, and they all began. The girls had squeezed themselves into the tightest of sexy club dresses and highest of heels, before starting the trip. The next few hours were an epitome of glamour and peak of bladder torture - combined. People were envious of the gang, who were chugging pints after pints without a care in the world. Others around them were either pissing themselves or making a beeline for the bathrooms. From each pub to the next the amount of beer entering their bladders kept on rising. With seemingly last reserves of their strength the girls steeled themselves to strut around. Amy who was struggling to keep up with the pace of the girls failed to understand how the town was not flooded with their piss yet. With sweaty bodies, gritted teeth, and cramping muscles they spent the evening hopping from pub to pub. drinking pint after pint of beer. Eva, known for her love of beer, was the 2nd most desperate of the group. She had a habit of drinking multiple pints of beer and holding her pee for the entire night. This time was different, though. She had been fighting with tooth and nail to avoid peeing ever since she was deputed to Aquina. Her bladder was over-worked, and sphincter was weakening by the minute thanks to the diuretics and her greed for chilled beer. Every sip of beer was followed by an intense spasm and a minute of clenching herself to not allow a drop of relief. She was determined to keep up with the girls and show that she was their true leader who practices what she preaches, especially to Amy. As they hopped from one pub to another, Eva’s desperation had reached levels which she had never experienced before. She tried to distract herself with conversation and laughter, but her mind kept wandering back to her bladder. Every muscle below her hips were burning as if she was doing a high intensity training. She lost count of the number of pints she was downing to keep up with the girls. She too had her limits and as they moved from one pub to the next, Eva’s body started to betray her. She started squirming in her seat, crossing, and uncrossing her legs, and shifting from side to side. Emily noticed her discomfort and whispered to her, “Are you okay, Eva?” Eva quickly replied, “Of course, why wouldn’t I be? I’m just enjoying myself.” She flicked her hair behind her hair with a trembling hand. Her body unable to stop rocking back and forth. “Gosh! My bladder is surely going to explode inside me today!” she could feel her bladder on the verge of giving in, but she still refused to be the first one to break. The others could see the struggle written all over her face. Emily didn’t believe Eva, but she didn’t push the issue. She was in the same boat as Eva, after all. After Amy's heinous act of spiking her drinks with diuretics, Emily’s bladder felt as though it was being filled like a balloon stuck against an open tap. With a strained expression, she tried to appear nonchalant by keeping her hands rested firmly on the table. However, the tension in her tightly crossed thighs could have easily cracked a walnut. With gritted teeth, she silently repeated to herself, "Hold it - Hold it - Hold it." She was determined not to give Amy the satisfaction of breaking her first. As the group stumbled from pub to pub, she found herself taking short halting steps as she fought the urge to pee. Her competitive nature refused to allow her to be the first to cave and admit her need to pee. She prided herself on being a self-disciplinarian, always striving to prove herself as the best at everything. So, despite the strong frantic signals from her bladder, she kept her lips tightly sealed and struggled to maintain her composure. Every muscle in her body screamed out for release, but she held firm, determined to prove her mettle, and come out on top. Adele’s boobs were popping out of the tiny cups of her latex bodysuit, but she paid no heed to it. For her, all that mattered was to not pee herself, and it was becoming increasingly difficult for her. Her bladder was screaming for relief, and she could feel pee rushing to her pee hole with more and more force after every gulp of beer. Her tight latex bodysuit was squeezing her bladder to an inch of its life and her 6” heels didn’t exactly make her life any easier. Each step sent tremors of pain to her bladder. As they walked from pub to pub, Adele was feeling more and more frantic for a pee, but she didn’t let that show on her face. She walked with small, tentative steps and crossed her legs as much as possible. Every time they entered a new pub, her eyes automatically fell on the sign of the toilets. She bit her lips and imagined how blissful it would feel to let go of a few drops. But instead, all she kept doing was “Get me one more pint!” Kim was dying a thousand deaths every second. She minced with pain as she downed 9th pint of beer. The ribs of her corset were bent outwards. Her bladder simply refused to stay confined anymore and demanded more room. “Just co-operate you spoilt brat!” She cursed her bladder for not letting her enjoy the beers. She clenched herself harder and decided to punish her bladder for not obeying her command to hold her piss. “So, what if I had a double dose of diuretic – you still need to hold it in till I say otherwise.” With every ounce of her core strength, she uncrossed her legs, straightened up and brough her hand back onto the table. The words which came out of her mouth shocked everyone, “One beer tower for me!” That statement alone was enough to prove to all the girls around the table that Kim meant business. The next half an hour the girls watched Kim down the entire tower herself without a single whimper of discomfort. The vein of her forehead could pop any time, such was the intensity of the strain Kim was subjecting herself to. Her bladder swelled by the minute breaking the buckle on her corset sending it flying across the room. “WHERE THE FUCK IS ALL THAT BEER GOING!” Amy exclaimed in frustration. “To my bladder where it will stay as long as I want.” Kim said coldly as if challenging Amy to do the same. “I don’t believe you – I don’t believe any of you” Amy’s voice was shaking in desperation. “How are you still holding it? You should have peed hours ago.” She couldn’t pretend to be comfortable anymore and her hands flew down to her crotch. The rest of the girls looked at each other knowingly. “And why would you say that?” Adele questioned. “Do you think we are not strong enough to hold?” “Or you are ashamed that you are unable to contain just a few cans of beer when we are clearly drinking way more than you can catch up?” Emily was fuming. “I . .” “Answer the damn thing!” Eva pounded the table with her fist. “I poured an entire bottle of Openthra diuretics in the coffee machine! You all have peed secretly sometime when I must not have been there!” Amy immediately covered her mouth, realizing what she blurted out. “There we go!” Kim added, trying to keep her voice stable. “You just put the fate of Aquina out of the window for your petty – selfish gains! And yet look at us girls, despite knowing that you cheated on us, we kept on with the drama that none of us knew. We downed nearly a drum of beer each throughout the evening and yet not a drop has escaped! Your puny diuretics are not strong enough to thwart us from saving Aquina. That’s the power of a TRUE NURSE!” Eva angrily said. “If you have any saving grace or shame – you may leave or you may tank up on these Openthra pills show up at the hospital tomorrow without any relief if you can!” Soon after the nurses left the pub leaving Amy behind. She felt humiliated. Her selfishness proved costly to her. Scene 5: Hour Twenty – The Long Night of Eva Eva returned to her quarters after the dramatic evening of pub hopping. Her bladder was full to the brim, but using the bathroom was out of option. Not only could she risk catching the virus, but it would defeat the whole purpose of the show-down with Amy. Eva silently slipped out of her sweaty clothes and entered into her bed. She hoped that lying down would release some of the pressure, but the opposite happened. She yelped in pain as her bladder shot a nasty spasm trying to force out all the beer piss from her body. However, the moment she lay down, the pressure intensified, and she knew that she had to hold it in for the entire night. She bit her pillow in sheer despair and shoved her hands in her bladder. Eva tried to focus her thoughts on anything but her bladder, but it was impossible. Her bladder had trapped. The AC in her room was on full blast and the door of her bathroom was open. Unlike the nurses, doctors had their own private quarter with an attached bathroom. The way she lied on the bed, the white porcelain bowl was right in front of her eyes. “God! Help me! If I move I will wet myself!” Eva suffered in silence forcing herself to endure the night looking at the toilet, freezing herself under the AC. Eva started to mumble to herself, trying to keep her spirits up. “You can do this, Eva. You’re a strong girl. You can hold it in. You’re not going to give up.” She repeated this mantra over and over again, trying to motivate herself to keep going. Scene 6: Hour Twenty – The Long Night of Kim Kim was clawing the walls in desperation. As soon as she stumbled into her room, all her pretence of being normal was gone. Her heels came off and she tore away the remainder of her ribbed corset and her clingy rubber dress. She moaned in pain and her breathing became erratic when she looked at her grotesquely bulging bladder. Right from the apex of her navel till the crotch, the bulge protruded for a good few inches. Others would call her crazy but there was no other girl in the world who could come close to her when it came to her addiction to holding. “With all that beer I am sure my body will dehydrate.” Kim thought to herself. Before her body could prepare she waddled to the kitchen and downed half a gallon of water without any thoughts. What came next, nearly knocked her out. This additional water hit her bladder like a freight train, forcing herself to nearly squat down. She pursed her lips and held her breath immediately to avoid the imminent flooding. She was curled on the floor for the longest time. Her bladder refused to stop spasming and cramping but Kim was resolute. At one point in time, she practically crawled to her bed. The minutes turned into hours, and the pressure in her bladder continued to worsen. Her lower belly, back and legs all were hurting. Kim was now beyond frantic, and she felt like she was going to burst. “I can’t take it anymore,” she whispered, reaching for her phone. She opened the group chat and typed, “I think I’m going to lose it.” But right before she hit send she paused. That one message could destroy her entire reputation. She had not come this far only to accept defeat “What was I thinking! How could I even. .” Kim was furious on her inability to stay composed. With a swift motion she turned and slammed her bladder against the bed. She was feeling frustrated and angry at herself for allowing her bladder to take control “I – MUST NOT - - -PEEEEE” Kim’s eyes welled up with the pain, but it was decided that to teach her bladder a lesson she would sleep on her belly for the rest of the night. “Strong nurses don’t pee! Strong nurses don’t pee” She kept chanting the mantra. Scene 7: Hour Twenty – The Long Night of Emily and Adele Emily and Adele stumbled into their apartment, giggling uncontrollably. Their bladders were stretched to the limit, and they both knew that they were on the verge of losing control. The bathroom was so close, yet so far away. They both hesitated, knowing that once they let go, they would never be able to stop. Emily leaned against the wall; her eyes squeezed shut. She groaned as another wave of pressure hit her. "Oh god, Adele," she muttered. "I don't think I can hold it much longer." Adele clutched her stomach and laughed nervously. "I know, Em. Me too. But we have to. We can't give up now. We've held it all day, we must hold it. It’s just a matter of one more day." Emily nodded, her hands shaking as she clutched her crotch. "You're right. We've come this far. We can't let Amy win. We can’t let that virus win." Adele's face twisted into a scowl at the mention of Amy's name. "That little cheat," she growled. "I can't believe she spiked our drinks like that." Emily rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I’m glad that we all put her to place. For now, we need to focus on holding it." The two girls stumbled towards the couch and collapsed onto it, their legs crossed like a pretzel. Their bodies shuddered and within a blink of an eye the pressure started to build up again. Their bladder needed room to expand, which was virtually not available in their petite frames. Emily squirmed on the couch, her thighs trembling. "Oh god, Adele, I don’t want to pee. Please help me!" Adele patted her Emily’s shoulder sympathetically. "I know, Em. Me too. But we can't give up now. We're in this together." Little did the girls realize that unknowingly the pressure in their bladders turned them into friends from foes. Emily nodded; her teeth clenched. "Right. Together. We can do this." A new pack of panty liners which arrived from delivery and the potted plant were right in front of their eyes. Their secret tool to relief was – RIGHT THERE! “You know! All this time in Aquina, I have never ever fully emptied my bladder. I had a secret method to take the edge off my bladder!” Emily whispered. Her legs were shaking, and body drenched in sweat. Adele could feel her heartbeat rising. It was like they show in the movies, where a hero knows she is about to die, and they divulge their deepest secret to her friend. “No! I don’t want to listen to it.” “My body simply can’t contain any more. It – I want to hold it but” Emily pulled her tight skirt down to reveal a coin sized spot on her tight undies. Adele contorted her face merely looking at it. “Please – don’t” Adele’s hands suddenly flew down to her crotch. She hid her face in shame and suddenly started groaning. “No no no!” The next moment a drop of pee escaped from her vagina. But unlike Emily, it didn’t show up as a wet spot thanks to the latex bodysuit she wore underneath. “I am so tempted to ease myself in that pot of plant” Emily wept. “But we can’t – We must not.” Adele said clutching the pack of panty liners. Both of them were using all their strengths to hold the piss inside but just then the alarm rang on Emily’s phone startling the duo. It was so abrupt that they both lost a few more spurts of pee in their tight underwears. Scene 8: The Finale The morning was excruciating. Emily & Adele were just a breath or two away from a full blow accident. Eva woke up with bloodshot eyes and Kim’s whole body seemed to be on pins and needles. The group had subjected their bladders to impossible tortures. That they were still dry was a miracle in itself. Being in this profession they had learnt to put their bodily needs to the backburner but today it seemed impossible to even breath without risking a full blown accident. Eva, Adele, Emily and Kim stumbled through the hospital doors, their faces twisted with pain and desperation. Their bladders were swollen beyond belief, and they could hardly move without whimpering. Each of them had been holding it for over 24 hours, and the amount of pee they all had corked up was unbelievable. Their uniforms threatened were stretched to the seams. But they were determined not to give in and pee before at least another 24 hours. As they made their way to the waiting room, they were surprised to see Amy sitting there, looking guilty and anxious. Eva approached her with a scowl, her eyes blazing with fury. "I hope you downed all the Openthra, Amy?" she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper. Amy hung her head in shame, "I'm so sorry, guys," she whimpered. "But right now - I - I am bursting just like you all. I too consumed Openthra pills just like you guys asked." The other girls were taken aback by Amy's confession. It was a surprise to them that Amy had put herself through the same ordeal. But their competitive spirits were still strong, and they wanted to prove who was the strongest among them. Adele, who had been quiet until now, spoke up. "I don't care who did what, but I know that I can hold it better than any of you," she said, her eyes glinting with determination. "I've been holding it for so long now, and I'm not about to give up now." Emily snorted. "Please, Adele, we all know that I can hold it the longest," she said, her voice dripping with confidence. "I've been training for this my whole life, and I'm not about to let you beat me now." Their drama was just so good and they cleverly tried to divert their attention away from their little secret of leaking earlier. Kim rolled her eyes. "You guys are ridiculous," she said, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I'm pretty sure that I can hold it longer than both of you combined. And why should we believe Amy anyway?" Eva grinned, her competitive spirit igniting. "Oh, I know," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "Let's measure how much each of us are actually holding. That will tell us all if Amy is telling the truth or not. Follow me to the ultra-sound room.” The girls followed Eva to the hospital's ultra-sound room, their steps slow and hesitant. They were all at their breaking point, and the thought of measuring their bladder capacities was daunting. But they were determined to see who was the strongest among them. As they approached the machine, Eva gave them each a sly grin. "Alright ladies, let's see who's been holding it in the most" she said, her voice laced with excitement. One by one, they stepped up to the machine and pressed the button, wincing as it tried to measure their bladder capacity. However, to their utter dismay, the machine failed to read. Apparently the girls bladder contained so much pee that it crossed the threshold of the machine. The girls looked at each other in disbelief in annoyance. They couldn't believe they had reached such a point of desperation that the machine could break down. Adele spoke up, her voice shaky with desperation. "What do we do now? How do we know if Amy is not lying?" she said, her eyes pleading with the others for a solution. Emily's face was twisted with pain, but she refused to give up. "We'll just have to find another way to measure who's holding it the longest," she said, her voice strained. They gave each other a knowing look. Since their seals got broken earlier in the morning their bladder was in overdrive to push out the liters of piss contained within. "I have an idea! We have a few prototypes ultra-sound belts in the hospitals, which when tied around the waist can measure all our bladders. The only problem being it emits strong pulse waves which can be a bit ‘Uncomfortable’ at times.” Eva forced a smile on her face. Kim, “Bring it on! My bladder can take anything. I can’t wait to find out how much is there inside me!” Eva waddled to the storage room to fetch the prototype ultrasound belts, while the other girls waited anxiously. They all were fighting a losing battle against their overworked bladders. When Eva returned, she handed each of them a belt and helped them strap it around their waist. All they had to do then was press a button and the belt would automatically grip itself around. As soon as they pressed the button, the belts started vibrating, with a typical buzzing sound. With each passing second the belts became more and more constrictive. It could put Victorian tight-laced corset to shame. The girls winced with pain when the tightening stopped. All of them were nearly squatting down on the floor with legs double crossed. But that was not all. A green light suddenly came up on the belt and all hell broke loose. “DOOOM – DOOOM – DOOOM” Gigantic pulse waves started coming from the belt hitting right at the apex of their swollen, sensitive bladders. Each wave felt like a hammer. Adele and Emily were at the verge of losing it. They looked at Eva with the hopes of some help, but she was fighting her own battle. They crawled to the instruction manual. “The ultra-sound belt will release sound waves till it can correctly read the volume inside the organ. If you feel that the belt is not tightened properly use the red button. Please note: The more the volume inside the longer it will take and stronger the waves.” Adele and Emily could not believe the instructions. The belt did not show any readings yet and the sound waves relentlessly hit their bladders. All the water, beer, coffee and juices that they had been downing without a thought was compressed to an inch of its life inside their bladders and now they had to endure the maniacal belt. The pressure was unbearable. Adele and Emily tightly grabbed each other’s hand showing their support to each other. “Let-Let’s get to work!” Eva announced much to the horror of everyone. “We are nurses – we cannot afford to fall weak.” Kim and Amy nodded in agreement and proceeded to their wards, their faces were twisted with pain and body arched forward. Eva’s legs wobbled as if they were made of Jell-O. All the patients in the hospital were in awe of the team’s determination to hold on. However, the non-stop waves of pee sloshing inside had slowed them down. The minutes ticked by, and the waves continued to hit them mercilessly, causing their bladders to ache with intensity. They gritted their teeth, trying to focus on anything but the pain. Their hair stuck to their forehead and uniforms clung to their bodies. Each second seemed like an eternity. Two slow hours passed – the girls were fighting their bladders on sheer willpower. Every fibre in their body was angry and trying to expel the hot piss inside. Emily and Adele cried out for help. They had been leaking since morning and they were exhausted beyond belief. The rest of the girls rushed to the ward as fast as they could and escorted the duo to privacy. Both Adele and Emily’s belts were vibrating incessantly now and throwing beeps. Their belts were now shooting sound waves without any intervals suggesting that both the girls were at their breaking point. As the girls took a seat few numbers finally appeared on the screen. Capacity used by 6pm Volume holding No. of hours since last pee Adele 115% 3300 29 Emily 120% 3600 29 All the girls except Kim, marvelled at the numbers. They patted and congratulated Adele and Emily for truly pushing themselves to their limits. They barely nodded and quickly tried to undo the belt. And that was their undoing – the belt released and final wave onto their bladders - “DOOOOOOMMMMM” It was the final nail in the coffin. The dam cracked. The bomb exploded. Both Emily and Adele’s floodgates burst open one after the other in quick succession. Their already patched underwears were not strong enough to withstand the force of the piss coming out of their vagina. They clasped their crotch as tightly as they could. Tears fell from their eyes and their faces turned red as a tomato. Their muscles had no more strength left. For the first time in all these months hot frothing piss was flowing freely out of their bladders with full force. The stream was half an inch thick and formed a huge, combined puzzle under them. The sound of piss splattering on the floor could be heard down the entire corridor as if someone had left a tap open. The gusher kept coming minute after minute. Their bladders contracted with all its might trying to push out everything at once. The duo was convulsing with pleasure and pain all at the same time. Their eyes had rolled up and they moaned with relief and pleasure, which people could have easily mistaken for something else. Eva and Amy could not stand the sight anymore. All the commotion on top of the gut-wrenching waves from the belt was making them go weak in knees. They rushed out of the room with hands glued to their crotch. But the damage was already done. Their belts too had started shooting waves with more intensity and stronger though the lights on their belt was yet to come on. They knew their end was near. “I – I won’t give up!” Eva muttered to herself. “Neither will I – I am the strongest” Amy whispered to herself. In the meantime, Kim emerged from the room after helping Adele and Emily to clean up. She was drenched in sweat. Her uniform was starting to tear, and the bulge of her bladder was peeking from underneath despite the clinching belt. Her face was contorted as if she was forcing herself to not breath. She was under tremendous pressure. Her body was working on overdrive to contain a lake of piss. “Looks like someone is going to wet herself.” Amy took a dig at Kim. “Says the girl who spiked our drinks.” Kim glared at Amy. “We never should have trusted you to come back. You never truly learned last evening!” “Hey! I too popped in Openthra myself just to appease you guys isn’t that enough?” “Too bad for you. Even after your cunning act I am the only girl who is alone holding 50 hour’s worth off piss” Kim said pointing at the large screen on her belt. “Not anymore!” Amy suddenly lost her cool and she pressed the dreaded red button on Kim’s belt, causing it to tighten further. “No don’t do it! She’s our only chance against the virus!” Eva was horrified and she tried to stop the girls from quarrelling. In the process, Amy’s elbow hit her bladder hard causing Eva to fall on her belly and hitting the red button. As Amy turned back, Kim pressed the red button on Amy’s belt. Within seconds, the entire hospital corridor was filled with noise of the trio screaming and yelling. Not as much on each other as much as because of their bladders being crushed by the belt’s ruthless tightness. The belt started throwing all sorts of lights and sounds indicating that it was going into hyper-drive. They only had seconds to understand what was happening, but it was already too late. “DOOOOOM!” The belts exploded with the strongest of waves. Waves which could shatter glasses literally. Their time had come. The best defenders on the earth against the Pissera virus were having an embarrassing failure because of their craziness and impatience. Their belts were showing the numbers which they could barely focus on. Capacity used by 6pm Volume holding No. of hours since last pee Eva 145% 4350 30 Amy 115% 4200 30 Kim 150% 4800 50 Eva was the first one to break. “Noooooo!!!”, she cried. Unfortunately her bladder wouldn’t stand any of her nonsense any more. It had enough. She curled on the floor grabbing herself. She used every trick available in her book to prevent the outburst, but alas. A strong spurt escaped first. That was the first irresistible taste of relief. Then came another one. As much as she tried to hold it, these jets of piss gave her ecstatic pleasure. After the few spurts, she simply couldn’t resist it anymore. Eva, the leader of the group finally gave in to the orchestra of pee-gasmic pleasure. A strong, almost straight jet of transparent piss erupted from Eva’s vagina flying across the corridor hitting Amy’s ankles who stood opposite to her. There was splattering everywhere. Relief washed Eva’s face as she allowed herself to feel the bliss of an uninterrupted relief. She didn’t care who watched her or who fell down. Her bladder contracted with all its might; angrily expelling gallons worth of piss. Amy on the other hand lost her balance and fell down sending a shock wave throughout her body. That was the moment Amy realized – It fucked up. Amy’s floodgates opened too. The pressure was insane, and her torrent filled the corridor with a loud whooshing noise. Kim tightly closed her ears and shut her eyes tight, leaning against the wall. Amy tried to fight it off valiantly, clenching her muscles with all the bits of strength left. All her liquid, diuretic and beer flowed freely into the air, forming a fountain of piss. Her little cotton thongs tore apart with the sheer intensity of the gusher. But despite this devastating force, she succeeded to stop the torrent midstream. Kim opened one of her eyes to check what happened and lo! Another, even stronger sound wave from Amy’s belt absolutely decimated her bladder. An even thicker, more ferocious torrent to piss erupted out of her vagina. She screamed in pleasure as the liquid kept pouring out. The two women were happily pissing away as if their bladders had taken possession of their bodies. Minute after minute, Kim endured the mind-bending torture of seeing and hearing them go at it, wasting litres of research worthy pee. When their bladders were finally emptied both of them broke into tears. Their dream of saving the world and proving to have the strongest bladder was washed away. The entire corridor was steaming and filled with the stench of long held piss. Kim was frozen now. All this commotion made her bladder contract and spasm like a spring. Her body shuddered. Beads of sweat fell from her forehead to her neck and her cleavage. Her white uniform was nearly transparent with all the sweating. Her belt continued to pound her bladder like a hammer but with nerves of steel, she still did not let a single drop escape. Kim was the last lady standing. The hope of humanity who could end the epidemic. In spite of the inhuman discomfort, she still helped Eva and Amy. They couldn’t belief their eyes as they watched her clean the corridor, get them a fresh at of uniform and taking them to privacy. They felt ashamed and exhausted of their inability to hold on. “Do you think you will be able to ask hold on?” Eva gently asked Kim not wanting to force her. Kim’s face had turned blue. Every vein on her forehead, neck, thighs, and all possible places were bulging out. Her knuckles were white, and toes curled. Her legs seemed to be welded to each other. Every inch of her skin was covered in sweat. The belt had clinched her waist to 16 inches and yet her humongous bladder was trying to make its way out from the bottom of the belt, like an ever-expanding water balloon. “How long do you want me to hold doc? Tell me – I can go on as long as you demand”, Kim asked, her voice merely coming as a whisper. “May be one more day. At once, I will inform the World Health Association team that we have found an unbeatable bladder!” Kim she was a fighter. “Of course.. Its too easy. I am the nurse who never needs it.” With those ungodly words Kim straightened herself up. The belt was no match for her. It tore apart and went flying across the room. Kim shyly smiled and with baby steps, proceeded to carry on her duties, still chugging water as if she was empty. When the research team finally arrived a day later, Kim was unrecognizable. Her uniform was shredded across her waist. The skin around her bladder was taut and one could see the redness underneath her skin. Veins which otherwise would be all zig-zag and erratic appeared as perfectly straight lines. When she moved others around her could hear the bubbling noise of the piss inside her bladder. It was frighteningly humongous. Yet Kim insisted that she didn’t feel a thing. “I – I am ok. I don’t need to p-piss. I am immune to it” Kim kept telling others or maybe it was her own way of reinforcing her strength. They took her to a secluded room. It took hours for the team to convince her to pee. It was a marvellous feat and the entire hospital burst into claps and cheer after the was announcement. Everyone eagerly awaited to hear what was Kim’s final volume. The team had to call packs and packs of piss collection bag as Kim’s fury of piss was so strong that the bags couldn’t withstand it. They either burst open or got torn apart. After a dozen of accidents, the team was finally able to drain Kim out. After months of enduring a painfully bladder and surviving only on short partial reliefs, feeling an empty bladder was unnerving for Kim. For the past 82 hours she had gone without a single drop of relief whatsoever while also enduring double doses of Openthra, 13 pints of beer, nearly 5 litres of water and hammering soundwaves. With so much torment and suffering, Kim’s bladder had stretched itself to contain a whopping 6800ml of piss. And this didn’t factor the wastage that the team was unable to contain. Kim rose to game overnight for being a hero and save humanity from Pissera, while Eva, Amy, Adele, and Emily remained mere spectators. Despite their huge bladders they stood no chance in front of Kim. And from that day onwards a new slogan forbeing.es came into being “Nurses Never Need It” - - - The End - - -

Hi Omo lovers! I am proud to bring you two new characters on this new year's eve. Unlike my earlier stories this one won't have week long desperation but enough to tiltilate you all. Hope this come back story will be loved by all of you. Oh! One more thing this is a longgg story. So take it slow 😉 Let's begin... Day 4: Sexeeta drooled as she invited Elvin for an orgy party. Elvin was the man of her dreams - a chiselled physique, face of a Greek God. He was the only guy who could make her cum rivers, with and without actual penetration. After dating nearly 600 men since turning 18 she finally had her man. Most importantly he met her secret criteria of being able to hold his pee in solidarity unlike all other man-child who would go whip it out every few hours when she herself was trying her best to not wet herself. And how could she forget that he was the only man who dared and nick named her Sexy from Sexeeta Heffner. Even before Sexy agreed for a date, she made it clear to him that she would only continue if he could make her explode with cum, not just one or two vanilla ones, but exhaust her with a series of mind-bending, pussy tearing orgasms. The second criteria of whether he could hold his pee as-long-as she did, was something she wanted to test herself. She did however mention to him that she hated when her men needed to pee and thought that holding pee is a very important life skill. Elvin: Elvin was a tough fitness freak and a sucker for self-discipline, as instilled during his Marine seal days. He put constant efforts to in perfecting himself. He believed strongly about keeping his lady satisfied and maintaining his dignity. It meant, never peeing when he was with a lady and never showing any outwardly needs. Currently his eyes were afloat with pee. But he was willing to do anything and everything to keep Sexy happy. She was everything he wanted. Intelligent and bold, earned her living through Yo-tube reviewing bikes & cars. Had massive fake boobs and an incredibly tiny waist followed by thick thighs. Most importantly for him, she herself chose to wear extremely tight and revealing latex outfits and was very liberal when it came to sex. Basically, they both were nymphomaniacs with larger than average bladders. But how did it all start. Let’s find out. Day 0: Right from the first message on the dating app Lust, where Elvin and Sexy met, they were exchanging raunchy sexts with each other. It was obvious that the first date was going to be an absolute delight. Instead of going on a typical dinner date they decided to make it more enjoyable by going to a EDM concert followed by a hot night of mindless fucking in a motel. Day 1. "You ready Sexy?" read Elvin's text as he arrived in his Mustang. "Come inside.. Gotta show you something" Sexy responded as she got over the WC after releasing a massive gusher. Elvin overheard the sound of the flushing which reminded him of his own urgent need to pee. He really should not have skipped his morning pee today he thought to himself. But now he had to keep his bladder corked up. Had it been for any other guy he would have been frantically searching for a toilet, but not him. He knew the situation required him to hold. His bladder was containing over 15 hours’ worth of pee. The bulge formation hinted him that there was easily over a litre. As soon as he stepped inside, he was greeted by a sultry musk fragrance and Sexy standing stark naked. He was pleasantly shocked but certainly didn't complain. His dick was hard as steel and desperately tried to tear apart his excruciatingly tight silicone briefs which he wore as a part of his strict self-discipline. "They say first impression is the last" Sexy said seductively. "They do. And I believe great first impressions can leave a big impact", Elvin slyly grinned eyeing towards his strong boner under his tight leather pants. Sexy came closer and pulled him tight for a wet, wild kiss. He enthusiastically reciprocated. Things escalated quickly and an hour later Elvin was ravaging her pussy with his tongue. Sexy had never felt anything like that before in her nether regions and she found herself erupting a series of unexpected orgasms. Those were her first ever orgasms which didn't come from a vibrator or masturbation. It was from a man, and it was an experience she never thought she could have. It was as if she was on ecstasy. She knew right away that she had finally found her man. Their date had started off with a bang, they both thought. But they were getting late and reluctantly stopped. They both were sweating and massively turned on, but now was not the time for a full-fledged animal like fucking. Sexy got up with her legs shaking and cum dropping from her pussy onto her thighs. After gaining some composure she picked up something from her couch. "You mentioned the other day about silicone thongs the other day, I thought today would be nice to try it. So I got these for myself." Sexy playfully threw the thong on Elvin's face. He loved the smell of it but also knew that the thong had to be glued to the skin just like he did to himself. " Stepping up our game already, aren't we? " Elvin responded as he marvelled how impossibly tiny it was. Definitely the smallest size available to buy. She started putting on that tiny and super tight silicone thong. As she was about to give it a final tug she asked Elvin to spray on the glue inside. As he sprayed on, Sexy inquired while trying her best to not breathe the obnoxious smell. "The thong is already digging into my skin. Do I really need this glue spray on my pussy?" "Yeah I know... Silicone can be really unforgiving but the glue spray helps to keep the silicone from getting hard or shrink further. Plus it keeps the thong from sliding and maintains the shape" "I don't mind it getting tighter. I absolutely dig the feeling of something constantly rubbing and squeezing my pussy. It drives me crazy.." Sexy whispered into his ears, as she rubbed her hand on his dick. " Like it tight huh? You bet things are going to get tighter when I get in." Before they knew they were again smooching each other. Little did they know that their simple mistake of ignoring her question and not reading the manual was going to be there unbecoming. An hour later, after finally getting Sexy to squeeze into her eye wateringly tight latex one-piece mini dress and heels they got into the car. As soon as Elvin was in the seat, his bladder protested against the seat belt, cramped space and all the right waist bands cutting his bladder. Into two. He was not at his limits yet but the way his bladder was filling was concerning for him. The day was hot and their clothes were tight. There was not an ounce of comfort. Not long before they knew, the AC was on full blast. Need less to say, it was playing havoc with Elvin's bladder. And after sometime, even Sexy's bladder too. She may have pissed only 6 hours ago but the ungodly amount of fruit juices she consumed during her breakfast came biting her back. The thong was indeed too constricting. Even though it was rubbing her at all right places the wiast band squeezed her bladder to an inch of its life. She tried ignoring her rapidly increasing need to pee, but in vain. Within an hour of travel, she rose from 1/10 to 6/10 of desperation scale. They being themselves - didn't speak anything about their nagging bladders. It was their first outing and no one wanted to talk about such a trivial stuff as peeing. Around 2 in the afternoon they stopped for lunch. Stepping out of the car was a herculean task for them. The gravity came down crashing on their bladders. Any normal person in their place, would have either wet themselves or would have started leaking uncontrollably. They eyed each other from the corner of their eyes trying to gauge if the other one was showing any obvious signs of needing to pee. They were good at holding it. They smiled and walked into the restaurant and sat for lunch right beneath the AC duct. Sexy was in distress. Her otherwise super strong bladder was revolting against her choice of clothes today. It was as if her actual capacity was reduced to 1/2. She was on a 7/10 already and the trip was only into day 1. Her body was covered in goosebumps due to the throw of the AC. The dress was so constrictive that she couldn't even cross her legs to help her hold. All the juice and the water that she had chugged so far was already pumped into her bladder. She was only relying on her muscles to contain herself. And that was not an easy job. Inadvertently, she had started rocking back and forth in her seat and grabbed the hem of her mini dress. Her eyes were looking for a bathroom even when she knew that she wasn't supposed to use it. Elvin was perspiring profusely. Unlike Sexy who was wearing tight but much revealing clothes, he was wearing several skin tight layers. Thick leather pants, a latex T shirt and a leather jacket. He was boiling inside. On the outside the AC was freezing him. It was a disaster for his 20 hour full bladder. He desperately needed to stretch the waist band to allow room for his bladder but he had to suffer silently and appear strong in front of her. Even a quick squeeze would be so delightful. It was easily possible as Sexy would not be able to see it from the top of the table. Oh it would feel so good. But Elvin being Elvin, would not do so and become less of a man. He clenched his fist and kept in on the table. Sexy noticed how Elvin was attempting to stay strong. She was getting wet. was such a huge turn on for her. A busty but petite waitress soon approached their table. She seemed to be in a great deal of stress and was fidgeting nervously. It soon became apparent when the couple's eyes fell on the protruding bladder of the waitress, under her tight mini uniform. The poor girl was tremendously desperate to pee and shaking with the effort of holding her pee. Sweat was all over her body, her forehead, her deep cleavage, her milky thighs, and places which were hidden away under her uniform. With a pen and notepad she tried tasking the order which meant she could not do anything to grab her crotch. She tried to be as composed as possible but it appeared as if she could have an accident any moment. Both Sexy and Elvin were turned on looking at the squirms of the hot waitress. "What's the speciality here?" Elvin began. "We are known f-for making dishes that... OH GODDDD" The waitress abruptly screamed as her knees bobbed up and down frantically. "Do you need to go to the bathroom?" Sexy teasingly asked the waitress. She took a moment to compose herself and tugged her hair behind her ears. Trying her best not to falter the waitress smiled and courteously answered Sexy "I'm so sorry about this Ma'am. Rest assured that my need won't affect the service. Its a part of my job to not relieve myself while on shifts, under any circumstances." "Woah! That is illegal! " Sexy exclaimed dumbfounded. "No Ma'am... Its" the first waitress was nearly doubled down as anther strong wave hit her. "We have w-willingly signed up for this as the pay is really good. All of us have to w-wait. The restaurant has a n-no bathroom break policy for its staff and proudly saves thousands of gallons of water each year. By doing so we were able to contribute to conserve the natural pool nearby." Seeing the waitress's pitiful condition Elvin got up and offered her his seat. Her eyes were greedily looking at the chair but she refused and continued to explain while dying her best to stay dry. " Thank you so much Sir. But its really OK. I will manage to hold... We preach the importance of saving water and even offer a challenge to all our customers.. If they could chug our entire organic fruit juice without asking for the bathrooms, they don't have to pay the bill." The couple was astonished. Elvin was never a guy to let go of a challenge. They placed the order for the pitcher along with some other items. " Before you go.. I'm just curious. When did you last… you know.. Take a break? " Elvin asked. "I.. I was supposed to go before I came for my shift but I skipped it. So it's been well over a day I guess" The waitress pursed her lips and was blushing red. "Why did you skip your urgent morning pee, when you knew you wouldn’t be able to go here?" Sexy couldn't help but ask. "Why should I not?" The waitress tightly clutched the hem of her miniskirt and stood with her legs tightly crossed. "It is so much fun to be desperate. The constant rush down there, the sudden waves crashing down the walls of your bladder, the constant dull ache, the shivers that you get when you're in The AC" The waitress winked at them. " I bet both of you, too need to pee badly but you still not going. There must be something about it, isn’t it?" "How do you know?" asked Sexy with a shocked expression. "It's so easy.. Both of you are sitting upright, his fists are clenched, you're rocking back and forth, sweat dripping even when the AC is cooking the entire room..." She bit her tongue as she realized she blurted out too much. Without saying anything further she turned back and hobbled towards her way to the kitchen. Back here on the table the couple was burning red with embarrassment. "Phew... That was something" Elvin tried to break the silence. "Yeah... She was on point!" "Was she?" Elvin's heart was racing. "What do you think?" Sexy smiled naughtily. Elvin felt something move up his legs under the table. It was Sexy's leg doing the tease. "Well... For starters.. I am imagining you in her place, all squirmy and fidgety. Your girls are bouncing as you jiggle. The little curtsy when the waves hit you hard. ." "I AM in her place.." Sexy giggled. “So you are telling me... You DO want to pee?" "Noooo wayy Elvin.” Sexy tried to act strong and stopped rocking in her seat to prove her point. “See that’s the difference between me and any other regular girl. I need to pee and rather badly. But at no point in time will I ever want to pee.” Sexy could not believe she was discussing this with her date. Elvin on the other hand, didn’t know that his dick could ever get so hard just by the words coming out of Sexy’s mouth. It was as if she was made to be with him. A girl so strong that she never wants to pee. This was like a dream come true. It took him some time to form his next words. “So what would you do when you are at your limits?” Elvin went further. “For as long as I can remember I used to put off going to the toilet at the last possible minute. . . So, to answer your question let’s just say, I have never hit my limits ever in my life.” Sexy confided. “And even if I were to reach my limits, you still would not see me asking you to pull over or find me a toilet. I will just somehow keep myself corked up.” She shifted in her seat as another wave hit her. Only if she had a hint of what the future had in store for her, she would have toned down her over confidence. “So this entire trip you won’t be going to the bathroom even once?” “You bet your ass I am gonna hold it. This big girl’s pussy is only meant for some wild animal fucking!” Sexy giggled. “But enough about me. Tell me what’s happening with you down there?” Sexy asked point blank. “So, everything down these is squished tight, and I am definitely full.” Elvin began nervously. He had always maintained this rule that no girl should ever know about his needs to relieve himself. “No honey, give me the juice. All the details” Sexy insisted. Elvin found himself getting harder and more desperate, together. ‘So, I haven’t peed in 21 hours now. Plus, all the water and the juice. . .Oh! They are all in my Bladder. But I am perfectly fine. I. DON'T. PEE. ” “God! You’re hot!” Sexy found herself getting wet by the minute and no, it was not pee but something else. Elvin smiled sheepishly. “And what do you do when you’re at your limits?” Sexy asked in return. Elvin was reluctant at first but with Sexy it only felt normal to share these things with her. “Honestly, I am very close to reaching that point where I would normally go and take the edge off.” “Oh. . .Is it?” Sexy sounded disappointed. Elvin quickly realized that he had let Sexy think of him as another weak man. “What happened? Did I say something wrong?” Elvin was panicking now. “Well . . I felt that we were really hitting it off but you just said you are at your limits and that too only in 21 hours. . it just ruined my mood” “Sexy. . Listen to me. . Just listen,” Elvin tried to pacify her. “I may be nearing my limits, but rest assured I am not one of those guys who will just stop at a roadside and whip it out. Especially when I know that the lady with me also needs to go pretty badly herself.” “But what would you do if you can’t hold it?” Sexy was almost teary eyed. “Sexy , I practically live with a bursting bladder.” Elvin started, “I don’t think I have ever emptied my bladder fully in my life for as long as my memory goes. So, there won’t be a situation which I can’t handle. I AM A STRONG MAN and I WON’T ALLOW MYSELF A DROP OF RELIEF .” He firmly said. “Gosh! Elvin you’re too much!” Sexy could suddenly feel her heart racing. “You possibly won’t be able to hold it as long as I can. I will let you pee first if you want. . .” “But I thought you didn’t want me to pee?” Elvin asked puzzled. “I definitely won’t pee and neither do I want you to pee but most often the guys I have been with break within a few hours. So it’s OK if you hit your limits and tell me.” Sexy was now manipulating Elvin. She could feel here pussy throbbing under thongs. Before Elvin could say anything their desperate waitress returned from the kitchen with their order. Two pitchers of organic juice and some delicious food. “Just a heads-up guys,” the waitress eyed towards the large pitchers. “This juice is a real powerful diuretic. You sure you guys wanna do it without using the bathrooms first?” “I am a big girl sweetie. . . I am going to pass this opportunity and let him use it if he wants to.” Sexy caught Elvin gulp down his throat. He was nervous but he also had to prove Sexy wrong. Sexy on the other hand was loving the way things were going. She totally had him under control. “Of course . . Me too. No relief for my bladder either.” Elvin tried to act confident. Both Sexy and Elvin had near similar capacities in terms of endurance and capacities. But none of them had a clue what they were about to face. The rest of the lunch was uneventful, and they finished their pitchers without making a fuss. Secretly though, the diuretic juice had started feeling the wrath of it on their bladders. About an hour or so they left the restaurant without using the bathrooms which astonished the entire staff. “That was a great lunch.” Elvin began talking as they slowly walked towards the car. The entire restaurant staff and patrons were laughing at how funnily they walked. “Absolutely! The juice was delicious and its definitely hitting my bladder hard. . .Not that I care” Sexy responded trying her best to sound normal and composed. They soon hit the road. Sexy had always wanted to visit the natural pool near their city and Elvin obliged to take a detour. The road was rough, and every bump sent a shock wave to their stressed and confined bladders. They suffered silently under their breath. It took almost an entire hour, full of potholes, sharp turns and a jolty ride to finally get there. The seat belts had been crishing their bladders and they both desperately wanted to get out of the car. When they finally did they both were gritting their teeth. Sexy’s bladder was revolting against her so much that she had to take Elvin’s support to stand. She almost dig her nails into his arms as waves after waves of desperation kept hitting her. She stood as still as she could and held her breath to absorb all the waves. The path from the parking to the pool was not even ideal for walking, let alone a girl wearing 7 inch stilettos. Even Elvin was finding it difficult to maintain a steady stance himself. Every few feet Sexy had to lean onto Elvin for support. She underestimated the power of the diuretic and she could literally feel more urine being pumped into her bladder. It was absolute torture. It was official she was now in her “Must find a bathroom quick” zone of desperation. After one point she just stopped in the tracks, panting and sweating. The waves hitting the walls of her bladder were relentless. It had only been 11 hours of holding this shouldn’t happen to her, she thought. She tried calculating how much she drank but her mind could not even comprehend the calculations. “God! What the fuck is happening today to me.. Why do I need to pee so bad, in just 11-12 hours. It’s as if I am 5 year in past on that horrible date when I couldn’t even hold for one full day properly despite training so hard... No no no.. This can’t be! I can’t lose Elvin. I must suppress my need no matter how bad! I can’t look weak in front of him. Fuck that diuretic pitcher. …I just need to be calm. It’s been 5 years since that day and my bladder is trained well now. Its all mind over matter. I can easily go without a toilet for 2 days straight. I can hold it.. Just breathe and clench.. Breathe and clench! “ Sexy was talking to herself. Little did she realize that her hands were inadvertently grabbing her crotch. That was the only benefit of wearing such tiny dresses, the length barely covered her crotch. Elvin was no better. “This is not looking good. . . Its just been 20 hours. I can surely hold longer.. May be for another 24 hours. Jeez... I can do it. So what if I consumed 4 liters already. There can be exceptions to the 3 liter a day schedule. Or may be I did fuck it up like that date. Man I still can’t believe I wet myself in front of that bitch in just 30 hours. She mocked me for not being able to contain just a tower of beer! “ Noooo... I cannot let my Bladder win. I won’t repeat the past. This time I won’t cut a sorry figure. . I won’t allow myself any relief as long as this date goes on or may be even longer. It does feel good though. To hold such a huge load. “ Elvin was trying to motivate himself. He turned his eyes towards Sexy. She was intensely focused on controlling her outburst. Eyes shut close and holding her breath to prevent any leaks whatsoever. The vein on her head could pop out any time. “You OK, Sexy?” Elvin asked genuinely concerned. It jolted her back to reality and quickly removed her hands from her crotch. “Yes..yes...of course. This thong is pinching me too hard. I was not trying to hold my pee or anything” Sexy tried to defend herself. Elvin nodded to her secretly feeling proud that he hadn’t broken down so far like her. They were now near the pool. Elvin was reluctant to get inside but Sexy was adamant. “I must act that I want to get into the water. I can’t let him think that I had a moment of weakness. This is the best way to prove it.” “If I say no to her she will think less of me. All the efforts of holding would be undone. My Bladder is ripping apart but I gotta do it for her...” Elvin gulped down and obliged. Elvin began by pulling himself out of his layers of rubber. Each pull and tug were sending shock waves into his over worked bladder. The tip of his dick was on fire. One careless moment could lead to a massive spurt. He had turned red with the efforts. In the meantime, when Elvin was busy undressing Sexy stood away with her hands dug inside her crotch. When she realised Elvin was almost done, she turned to him and stood straight with her legs tightly pressed against each other. “Elvin I need you to help me out of this tight latex.. Will you help me?” Seduction was her forte but her words came out more like a yelp rather than dusky. He began at once. “God! I can’t believe how you got into this. The seams were digging into your skin” “I put fashion over form. . .A girl’s gotta look sexy “ Sexy proudly smiled. In the next few minutes, her boobs which were squished tight finally came free from the confines of the terribly undersized one piece. It was a feast for his eyes. He couldn’t resist and gently cupped her boobs and leaned in to smooch her. Sexy immediately reciprocated as she was hungry for it for years. Elvin’s hands were not big enough to hold them, such huge they were. Saline and silicone could do wonders he thought. Soon after they drained buckets of sweat got drained from their clothes. For the first time since they hit the road, they heaved a sigh of relief. The cool breeze on their sweat-dripping skin was helping them to calm down and better focus on holding. Though their thong and briefs were still sitting across their bladders tight as ever. The water was inviting and before they knew they were in the pool. But instead of splashing around, they both went silent. The sudden presence of water around their bodies increased their desperation ten folds. They stood still in the water trying to grapple the sudden push of pee from inside. After just a few minutes of being inside water they felt some strange session inside their undies. “Do-do you feel tingy inside?” Sexy asked Elvin as calmly as she could. “Yeahhh.. Its as if the shrinking and getting even tighter somehow” Elvin winced as his balls were getting squished down. “I.. I feel it too. Not sure if I like it. Its too tight. Goshhh... I gotta get out of the water.” Sexy waddled out of the water. “Sexy, the pressure cannot be getting that bad?” Elvin knowingly asked and held her hand. “You have no clue how full I am. . .But this is nothing for me. I have held longer and more volume before. Ch-chill” Without saying much they again squeezed themselves locked in their clothes. They somehow felt even tighter because their bladders had got room to expand when they were in the pool. Soon they hit the road. After two hours of driving and reluctantly chugging a bottle or two of water they reached the venue. Dinner was quick and came with additional water which they hesitantly downed. They both were against wasting any food or water. The dull ache in their bladders had grown more pronounced and sweating was constant. The crowd at the concert was huge and in frenzy. It was a difficult squeeze to reach the front row. There were people dancing around without a care and much to their dismay their swollen bladders got punched with elbows and fists from all directions. By the time they reached the front row, they were drenched in sweat. Just when they thought that the ordeal was over all hell broke loose. The organizers began spraying water on the crowd. “Elvin... What the fuck is happening?” Screamed Sexy as she tightly grabbed his arm. The water was way too cold and was the last thing they needed. Elvin was no better. He could feel his dick quiver with pee rushing to the tip. With close to 5 liters of intake throughout the day, and not a single relief in last 28 hours. Elvin was in dangerous territory. Sexy was no different, 18 hours without a toilet combined with nearly 4 litres of intake was pushing her to the limits. “I think we should go . . .I don’t want to catch cold.” Elvin made an excuse and Sexy promptly agreed. The next hour went in a blur. Elvin sped his car as if he was in a death race. Once they reached the parking, they were posed with the challenge of getting out of the low-slung car and walking to the reception in the cold wind. Sexy was freezing in her ever so tiny latex dress, especially with all the cold water still trapped. The 50-metre walk took nearly 20 minutes to finish. Once inside the building Sexy hopped on to the nearest seat. But there was nothing that could bring a moment’s ease for her severely strained bladder. It was as if her body was acting on its own to prevent the imminent outburst. Her legs were constantly bobbing up and down, nails clawing her thighs, lips pursed, toes curled tight. Her head was hung low, and she was involuntarily rocking back and forth. She was at the end of her tether. She could feel her ears getting hot and vision getting blurry. Sexy prided herself of peeing only once every 36 hours and that too for 5 years. There was not a single day of exception to this strict regime of hers. Today however, her stars were not favouring her. 2 litres of juice with breakfast, then a pitcher of a strong diuretic, a few more bottles of water, getting drenched in the pool and then in the rain dance! And how could she forget the silicone thongs from hell, which were squeezing her bladder like a vice. Surely all this was not a part of her regular days. Once inside their room there was no more pretending. Sexy last her composure and without batting an eye for Elvin, she jammed her hands into her crotch. The inevitable finally happened. The doomed words finally came out of her mouth. “Elvin. . .I. . . I need to p-pee.” “Is it really that b-bad?” Elvin asked as he slowly sat beside Sexy. He kept both of his hands on her shoulders as if trying to reassure her. “I lied earlier. . . I am BURSTING! ABSOLUTELY BURSTING” Sexy grabbed her pussy tighter as she could not cross her legs due to her dress. “Please get me out of this fucking trap of rubber” With seemingly the last reserves of his strength Elvin began to undress her. It was beyond Sexy’s understanding how he was still so calm when his bladder bulge was looking bigger than hers. He was indeed a man with nerves of steel. Much to Elvin’s annoyance, Sexy could not stand still even for a second. She kept hurrying him till he finally lost his cool. “I can do it faster if you just don’t move!” After nearly an hour’s struggle Sexy was finally free from her bondage like latex dress. In a split of a second she crossed her legs like a pretzel. Elvin could not believe his eyes seeing her rock-hard bladder bulge. It was huge despite being brutally compressed by the waist band of the devilish thong. Without wasting another second Elvin started pulling the thong but it would not budge. Sexy’s eyes went wide in horror. Why wouldn’t the thong come off? The more he pulled the more it hurt. But she insisted him to keep trying. At one point Elvin pulled the thong so hard that Sexy lost her balance and tripped over. She landed on Elvin. Her bowling ball sized bladder landed right on his foot ball sized bulge. The result? Sexy lost a massive spurt and then a few more before she could even realize. Elvin turned blue. In spite of an soul crushing pain he kept his hands away from his crotch. They hurriedly open the manual. It was written in bold red letters. “After spraying the thong do not get into water. Water reacts with the spray and it acts as industrial glue. Requires 24-48 hours before the glue comes off. “ Day 2: The couple distinctly heard each of the night sounds. The ticking of the clock, crickets buzzing, noise of vehicles passing nearby, rustling of the bedsheet, drenched with their sweat. At one point they could even hear the snoring of the person in the room next to them. With the first ray of sun hitting the window Sexy was up. She could never stop turning sides in her sleep. Elvin got up right after her. His body shuddered as his bladder sloshed with the all the pee pressured into it overnight. The bulge on their bladders put them under a tremendous dilemma. It was a clench-breath-clench cycle for the duo. Any exception to that would mean a disaster. Given this condition Sexy’s bulge had outgrown her already tiny latex dress. When Elvin pulled the zipper hard, the dress tore into shreds, revealing her sweaty skin underneath The only spare she had was akin to a torture device for her. A heavy rubber corset mini dress. Her eyes watered with as Elvin picked the dress for her. “Please be gentle and keep it loose” Sexy almost begged. Sexy’s phone buzzed. It was her agent calling. Upon answering the call, Sexy turned pale with fear. It was an invitation to an audition for an upcoming OTT show and she had to be there in next couple of hours. “Is this the same audition you told me about, earlier? The one which you were dying to go to?” Sexy timidly nodded. “Lace me – TIGHT. I must look per... “ Before she could complete her sentence her vision blacked out. Her 3” bulge was flattened within seconds. The pain she felt was unreal. Fighting 27 hours worth of boiling piss was a losing battle but she somehow kept going. To anyone not knowing the couple’s history, they would say that Elvin was torturing her but it was her own wish. Elvin was no better. In her honour, he put on his own tummy clinching vest to hide his bulge and tightened the belt to the maximum. If he were to go with her, he too needed to look the part and endure the same pain, if not more. The moment he tightened the vest stars floated in front of his eyes. Being hit hard with a bat would have been less painful, he thought. His balls were pushed to his lungs and dick was swollen hard. Discomfort was an understatement. They both ditched their over the top hydration regime and settled for just a glass or two of juice with some regular stuff. Soon they hit the road at a speed that could put a bicycle miles ahead of them. Elvin felt as if he was lifting weights everytime he moved his feet to operate the pedals. His Jaws remained clenched throughout the journey and his knuckles turned white, such was his grip on the steering. Despite the crawl, neither exchanged a word for the fear of losing precious energy required to keep their bladders corked. After nearly 3 hours, they made it to the studio. Seeing 9 candidates for the auditions got a panic attack. But more was yet to come. The theme of the audition was to do a car review while drinking beer. It was already 1 in the afternoon and the car hadn’t arrived yet. The casting director wasn’t present either. Sexy and Elvin didn’t even anywhere to sit. All the stakes were against Sexy and Elvin. They waddled to the registration desk as the onlookers looked at them with curiosity. Had it not been their super tight outfits the spectators would have known what a load of piss they were containing. While at the desk, Sexy was given a form but she hesited to fill it up. The girl looked at Sexy quizzically as the form was pretty straight forward. “If I bend... I...” Sexy tucked her sweaty strand of her hair behind her ear. Elvin knew what was causing her the trouble. The desk girl sternly asked Sexy to either fill the form or move from the queue. Elvin being the gentleman, lifted the pad for her and helped her. But the task was easier said than done. Sexy struggled to even read what the form said. “I can’t... Do it...” Sexy’s eyes were watering. The poor girl was finally at her limits. Suddenly, her hands flew to her crotch and the inevitable happened. A massive spurt escaped. Sexy tried to bend over and cross her legs but that was her undoing. The corset basically had left no room for her bladder to wiggle and this sudden movement further worsened her desperation. One more spurt followed. Sexy was trembling. Her skin shined with sweat as if she took a shower. Elvin’s own desperation shot through the roof setting her frantic squirms. His manhood muscles were on fire, Jaws clenched and veins on his forehead about to pop. It was the final moment before the inevitable or so they felt. “Sex or pee?” Elvin suddenly threw this question to Sexy. Her eyes widened but nothing came out of her mouth. Her body was trying to force the piss out of her. Anything other than holding had zero importance to her “Sex or pee?” Elvin repeated sternly. “Sex...Sex...al-always” Sexy lost another spurt while forming her words. “Then hold” Sexy face turned pale. She could not believe thta a guy, for the first time in her life was challenging her to hold for sex. Suddenly, the prospect of enduring the pain seemed more enticing. Drops of sweat rolled down from her forehead to her cheeks as she smiled bravery. She straightened herself. Her bladder was contracting violently but she stopped another spurt from releasing with superhuman efforts. She was not going to let her bladder snatch away her chance to get fucked. Sexy was not the only girl who was bursting. Almost everyone had to pee roughly badly considering that there was no bathrooms available at the set. Though everyone was rolling their eyes and mocking Sexy, they all knew sooner or later they woudl be in her situation. Sexy could however out-pee all of them hands down. Soon after the director waddled to the set. All eyes were on her. Dressed in a loose racer back top which did nothing to hide her massive silicone tits and a jeans so tight it could choke someone to death, she exuded her raw aggressive nature. As she slowly exited from the car with a file covering her crotch using a file. It soon became clear why she walked funnily. The command seemed to waiver off when the girls around giggled at the tennis balls sized wet spot on her crotch. “All right bitches!” Her thunderous voice shook the room. “Let’s address the elephant in the room. YES, I gotta piss like a race horse. YES, my sweet pussy is violently spurting piss into my thong! Laugh all you want but in the next few hours from now it would be you all begging for a bathroom. But there’s none here... So you all stop laughing and cork up your tiny ass bladders “. Those words felt like a bomb. The director made it clear to all the people on the set that she was the boss. Soon after the auditions began. The theme was to review a car while finishing a mug of beer. The seemingly simple task was a trick to test the composure of the girls which would be tested during real life outdoor shoots. Given the limited time of audition the director added some nasty diuretics to the beer. The girls had to chug the beer, say the name of the show and get to the really low slung sports car behind. All the girls had already arrived at the set early in the morning and had nowhere to go. By the time, the auditions began the sun had set. First girl finished the beer and proceeded to the car. The director yelled as she forgot to say the show name. Another beer was poured for her. The rest of the girls watched in horror. The poor girl chugged second mug of the godforsaken beer. That was her undoing. Right after she placed the mug on the tray her floodgates opened. Chaos ensued. One girl after the other kept embarrassing themselves. Each mistake meant starting from scratch and drinking another mug of beer. None of the first few girls could contain their piss. The floor was stinking with piss. At the end only two girls remained Sexy and another one called Aletta Jayne. “Which of you two bitches is going to do this now without pissing yourselves?” The frustrated director asked. “I can” Both the girls tried to sound confident. Their strained outfits and bulge on their bladders said otherwise. “When did you last piss girls? I have run out of beer and looking at you it seems you both are struggling to hold a lake inside you” The wet spot on the directors jeans had grown twice the size. “41 hours” Sexy answered with a strained voice. Her hands were still away from her crotch as she promised Elvin. "47 hours” Aletta responded hesitantly. Her face was red as tomato and body covered in sweat. Her black micro dress clung to her body making it , totally transparent. Her waist was clinched to a striking 16” with a steel ribbed corset. The ratio between her boobs and her waist made even Sexy drool. Aletta’s fake boobs was at least twice as big as Sexy and that too with absolute bolt on profile. Underneath she was wearing those same silicone thong like Sexy. “For a moment I thought you’re just pregnant, Aletta.” The director joked. “ Anything above 24 hours works for me! So let’s start. You go first..” She pointed at Aletta. Aletta hobbled towards the car in baby steps. Thanks to her stilettos. The seat of the car was filled with piss stains from the previous contestants. She was mortified and initially refused to sit. But one stern look from the director made her retreat. With great efforts she hovered her ass while talking about the interiors. Her thighs both were on fire. The first drop of pee had pushed itself out and was resting on her quivering lips, ready to spray like a fire hose. But Aletta kept clenching hard to stop the outburst. She moved to the hood of the car and bent down to open it. The pointed tip of her corset sharply pierced the apex of her swollen bladder. The pain was something that she would not wish upon even her worst enemy. Even Sexy and Elvin grimaced. The director herself lost a huge spurt as she rushed to Aletta. Aletta froze in her place. If she would move she would piss herself and if she didn’t the corset would keep on piercing the bulge. “If I move, I.. Wont be...” A tear dropped down Aletta’s eyes. “It’s ok darling..” The director mellowed down and helped Aletta stand. Aletta’s hand immediately flew down to her crotch. The crack in the dam had started to appear. Was too much to stop. Her first spurt sprayed out violently. It seemed that the inevitable was about to happen but Aletta with last reserves of her strength, stopped the outburst. “Do.. Do you want to piss finally?” Sexy asked. Her own legs were trembled merely at the imagination of Aletta pissing. “I want to.. but I am not supposed to... I don’t pee outside home or.. even at home. “ Sexy and Elvin’s Jaws dropped to the ground. “How is a person not supposed to pee?” Elvin couldn’t stop himself from asking. All the ladies glaringly looked at him. Poor Elvin kept quiet and took Aletta aside. Only if they all knew how his bladder and the insides of his dick were burning at the effort of containing a lake of piss over 2 days now. Soon after Sexy began with her auditions. With a gallon or more of pee confined in her bladder for over 42 hours, she inched towards the car. Deep down Sexy knew that taking normal steps would mean an accident. Every vein on her neck and forehead seemed threatened to pop out. She kept repeating “Sex over pee” in between her mind. That mantra pushed her to keep going. 15 minutes of agonizing movement, bending to get in and out of the car, squatting down to explain the exhausts, pulling the hood of the car and extending her arms to explain the details of the engine. The director was mighty impressed with Sexy, especially with the knowledge of the car and the way she kept herself composed throughout. Though the ordeal of the entire day was proving too much to handle, the director managed to bring out the documents and officially sign off both Aletta and Sexy for her upcoming motoring series “Beer, Babes and Boost” Bidding every one adieu the director proceeded to her car. But her bladder gave up as soon as she grabbed the door handle. Her faded jeans turned dark in seconds. Given how thick and tight her jeans were, Elvin, Sexy and Aletta did not expect to see a puddle below her but they were wrong. A thick stream of piss erupted from her crotch and splattered on the floor. The director was moaning with relief without a care in the world. That was an unbearable sight and both Sexy and Aletta hid their faces in Elvin’s chest squishing their huge boobs against his chest. “Such a thick stream despite her jeans. It’s fuckin hard to imagine with what force she must have been pissing.” Elvin found himself whispering. “She must be a camel” Sexy whispered. Day 3 Aletta insisted Elvin and Sexy to stay at her place for the night considering the distance they had to drive back to reach their home. Sexy looked at Elvin for an answer. Her bladder had started to bulge despite the tightness of her corset dress. He eyed the bulge and a few drops of pee rolling down her legs. They were all tell-tale signs of her bladder needing room to expand. The couple tried to dodge Aletta but she wouldn’t budge. Finally, they obliged and drove to Aletta’s pace. Rex opened the door for them and let them in. Elvin and Sexy were in awe of Rex. In Aletta’s honour he himself had put on a custom designed steel ribbed corset and those dreaded silicone briefs. “Aletta texted me all about you when you were driving back. We both respect your choice of holding your piss for so long.” Rex explained “Fortunately we removed all our toilets from our home a couple of years back so you won’t get tempted to cheat. There’s some snacks and water on the table. Make yourselves comfortable, Good night.” Sexy and Elvin were now in a stranger’s guestroom with bladders fuller than all of their desperation throughout their lives would fall combined. Finishing the snacks and the dreaded water, they went to bed while still in their damned outfits. Elvin held her tightly while Sexy wept. Her bladder and back were hurting. Her nails dug into her thong and left impressions. “Please don’t leak.” Elvin begged her. Sexy nodded. Her red face and sweaty body told him that she was fighting with her last reserves of strength. They never realized how they fell asleep. Perhaps the exhaustion got better of them. Day 3: The next morning, they woke up to the feeble voice of Rex and Aletta speaking to each other in the next room. They were trying to convince each other that they only leaked a few spurts and didn’t need to pee at all. Elvin and Sexy were now reminded of their own dire needs. Sexy eyed Elvin to check the bed for any piss leaks or stains. There were none and he proudly smiled. Time was running and their bladder’s ticking like a bomb. All the liquid that Elvin and Sexy had consumed was pumped into their bladders which sticked out at least an inch despite their the ruthless tightness of their outfits. 51 hours for Sexy and 60 hours for Elvin was a record they were extremely proud of but now was not the time to celebrate. They had to rush to their thong manufacturer to get it out and free themselves. Elvin wanted to keep his promise while he still could and Sexy wanted to keep hers. In spite of all the persuasions by them Rex and Aletta made them have breakfast before they left, which obviously came with tall glasses of juice. There was no more waiting. Elvin and Sexy got into their car and hit the road. Sexy’s eyes remained closed and face was scrunched up as she battled the strong waves hitting the inside of her bladder walls. It was as if piranha fish were swimming inside her bladder eating from inside. Elvin on the other hand, held his breath. His skin turned blue with the efforts. His dick felt as if somebody was pumping liquid into it and ballooning it. Luck was not their side though. Long traffic jams, an empty gas tank, police pulling over for over speeding. Everything happened in a whizz. How the duo managed to survive without pissing themselves all over was a mystery that perhaps will never get solved. After 9 hours of their agonizing journey, they finally reached the manufacturer. “No! I won’t help you fucking morons” The manufacturer refused. “Please! We-we. . . haven’t pissed in two days! We are about to explode” Elvin pleaded. He struggled to put sentences together. As a lot of energy was required to not wet himself. “I am not obliged to help if you don’t read my manuals and end up gluing your ass” The manufactured angrily showed the instructions to him which stated “Don’t get into water after applying spray. The spray reacts with water, and it acts like industrial glue” Dejected by her the couple returned to Sexy’s apartment. Elvin was at his tether’s end and Sexy sobbed incessantly. Elvin carried her inside while she leaked a few more spurts. Her head hung in shame. “W-What do we do?” Sexy asked as Elvin softly landed her on the couch. He was still holding his breath on and off to fight off his urgent needs. Without uttering a word, he simply started untying Sexy from the corset dress. Each knot that came off was like a mini orgasm for her. When the last know came off, Elvin pulled her sticky sweaty dress hard to remove it. And that was their Eureka moment! Along with the dress her silicone thong finally came off. The sudden tug of the thong caused her to release a burst spray of piss on to the couch. She looked at him with teary eyes of happiness. Within moments Elvin yanked off his clothes and his brief as well. Sexy could not believe her eyes. His manhood was like a dream come true. It was nearly a feet long. She knew she would not be able to wrap the girth with just one hand. Each of the veins was swollen and the dick shined with sweat. Their moment had come. “I WANT YOU!” Sexy demanded Elvin. He obliged. The bedroom door was locked, and lights dimmed. Day 4: Our couple finally got what they wanted. Night-long animal-like fucking. With 3 days of piss inside their bladders, they were savouring each other like hungry wolves. It was the first time in Sexy’s life that a man made her cum rivers. The way he squished her massive saline filled globes, the way he ran his tongue on her lips, the confident non-stop thrusting. She was seeing stars in her eyes and her body felt as if it was floating in the air, except her basketball sized bladder that is. Her insides were being pounded like a hammer by Elvin, not that she complained. Her juices and her boiling piss-filled bladder were driving her crazy. Such a mix of the two was unreal. No drug or sexy toy in the world could ever bring her to even 1% close of what Elvin was giving her. He on the other hand was destroying her like a monster on steroids. At one point Sexy screamed “The ram of Lucifer”. He knew well that if he were bursting to piss, and horny at the same time, his dick would get extra hard. He was neither able to pee nor able to cum. What he thought to be a curse proved to be his biggest gift. They finally stopped the next afternoon, when Sexy’s body could no longer take the pounding. All her muscles down there hurt like hornets’ sting. The bedsheet was drenched with sweat and cum. The room fragrance was long supressed with strong odour of raw sex. She could barely keep her eyes open. “One last . . .” she begged Elvin. He obliged. And with all his might he rammed her. The result was the strongest orgasm she ever had in her lifetime. She moaned so loudly, that even the passers-by on the road stopped for a moment confused. Some of her neighbours even started calling her to check on her. Fortunately, her mobile battery had drained off. Sexy’s bladder had no strength left! After 3 days and 6 hours, a gallon and a half of piss erupted from her bladder. The force was so strong that it pushed out Elvin’s gigantic dick out of her pussy and sprayed him with an inch thick white stream, bruising his chest. He quickly moved away and let the gusher hit the window 8 feet away. She kept moaning as her body had several more pee-gasms. He watched in awe as his own need was trying to get better of him. His fingers were tightly wrapped around his cum drenched dick. He had not allowed himself to leak even a drop of pee or cum throughout this 3-and-a-half-day adventure. After a couple of minutes Sexy’s stream finally dried out. Her room was destroyed. There was cum, sweat, piss all around, damaged furniture, wet curtains, torn bedsheet and what not. But at the end, Sexy only cared about one thing "Elvin, marry me!" Elvin smooched her and was about to leave She insisted that they meet again in the evening as she craved even more. He agreed and left. It was 6pm when Elvin finally reached his place. His entire body was under cramps, balls were swollen red, dick hard as steel and throbbed incessantly. Grabbing his crotch Elvin literally crawled to his door. 4 days of pee was contained in his bladder which was furiously trying to escape and see the day of light. The mighty Elvin had kept his promise to Sexy that he would not pee when in her company. He gave her the most intense of orgasms. His duties were fulfilled and now our hero wanted his own sweet relief. But as a man, he still wanted to see himself as proper and strong. So before he let himself enjoy his direly needed piss he first cleaned the house, even ran some errands and finished his laundry. Around an hour or two later he finally made his way to the bathroom. The porcelain throne was shining in tis glory and looked so enticing. He inched towards it and slowly slid his sweaty pants and brief down. He counted backwards from 10 to 1 to prove to himself that he was still the master of his bladder. And after a few seconds, the first drop of piss emerged at the hole. Then there was no stopping or at least that’s what Elvin wanted. The drop turned to an inch thick white stream in a blink of an eye. The sheer speed the stream cut steel. It emerged in a perfect straight line. The contractions in his bladder were sending shivers down his body making him light headed. He took support of the wall in front while trying to keep his dick pointed towards the bowl. The relief however was not long. 30 seconds into his piss his phone buzzed. It was his darling, Sexy. Without thinking any further he clenched his muscles and stopped his ferocious release mid stream. The loud gushing sound in the bathroom was replaced by silence. The insides of his dick felt as if it was being pierced by a stack of needles. He quickly pulled his briefs and pants up and wobbled out of the bathroom. He was ready to go to any extent to hide his needs from Sexy. “Hey babe.. I told my hot bimbo friends about our bedroom – wrecking marathon fuck. They are all going ga-ga over it” Sexy blushed. “They have called us to their club tonight. And I might have told them that you will single-handedly destroy all of us.” “An invitation for an orgy.. How can I say no!” “That’s not the part I am worried about.” She paused. “I was wondering if you haven’t gone to the... You know... Bathroom yet. Would you somehow hold it a little longer till we do all the group fucking? It felt as if you were possessed by the God of sex because you were holding. I want to give all my friends the same.” Elvin’s heart started to race. He would die before admitting to Sexy that he was dying to relieve himself. His bladder was still protruding out by a good 3 inches. The skin was pulled taut and the veins were clearly showing. His organ desperately needed emptying and a good long rest. The partial release barely brought any respite to him. 3 days worth of piss, easily over an gallon and a half threatened to explode. “Of course... You don’t even have to ask” Elvin answered confidently and began preparing for the long night ahead. THE END....

Good afternoon to all. How is your weekend going? Currently, not making new ideas for omo fiction. So far I haven't figured out any new ideas and ones I have, well I haven't yet crafted a storyline for them yet. What new ideas you think would work for desperation fiction, whereby a female becomes or is already desperate or bursting big time, or severely ready to blow, facing obstacles every time she wants to pee into a toilet in private, but either makes it, makes with some spurting, spurting and has an accident, has an accident, or has a huge accident that drenched her beautiful legs? Also, what is your feedback for the fiction I have posted so far? What do you think of my works and is there room for improvement? Which works do you think we're my best, and want to see more of that kind more often? Which characters do you want to see more often? And which kinds of storyline do you want to see for those characters?

Hello again all, I am back with another auto-narrated audio story. This time, I reached out to story writer, DespMely, to ask her permission to use her story: "Times of Desperation - Dinner Trouble at the Manor". She graciously gave me permission to use her work and so I tried my best to keep it as close to the original as I could while making the narrator sound as human as I could. The original post of story can be found here: As stated above, this story was not written by me. However, some of the story was changed by me to be easier to read for the narrator. All credit for the story still goes to its original creator, DespMely. The text narrator I used came from here: https://readloud.net/english/american/32-female-voice-kendra.html As a word of warning, the first time I went to use it, the site took me elsewhere for some clickbait bs, but I went back and it worked fine after. Hope you all enjoy, and please let me know what you think. There's a good chance I'll continue using this for my own enjoyment so if others want it too I'd love to know. Cheers, James_ Times_of_Desperation_406.mp3

I wrote the first part of this almost exactly seven years ago for one of the contests on nyou fiction. I came up with an idea for a second part soon after, and now here it is at last, along with a full rewrite of the original. --- The girl looked down at the pamphlet for a few seconds, her expression quickly shifting from curiosity to confusion. Then she looked up and asked, "So like what does it actually do?" Clarice sighed inwardly. "Like the description there says, it's a mixture of enzymes that synthesizes a wide variety of biomolecules from commonly occurring components, so that we can research them to find any with viable medical uses." The team had tried to make the language on the volunteer information handout as simple and accessible as they could, but most of the volunteers still didn't seem to understand it and ended up asking Clarice to explain everything anyway. The one across the desk from her now had a vacant expression that seemed to say she'd and stopped listening somewhere around the word 'enzymes', and Clarice found herself wondering if the girl had even seen the inside of a biology classroom since high school. "So far we've identified several that might be useful in treating conditions including... um," the girl's vacant look was still there, her confusion slowly deepening, and she glanced down at the cup on the desk as if looking at the formula itself could tell her something. Realizing that this was getting nowhere, Clarice gave another silent sigh and continued, "well, like keeping skin clear and healthy, for one thing, and-" The volunteer's face lit up instantly. "Really? Aw great." After that Clarice just had to go over the details of the stipend and show her where to sign, and then the girl swallowed the formula and left to hang out at the coffee place across the street for the next half hour. Clarice grumbled to herself a little as she sat back down behind the campus health center reception desk. It was just like Camille said earlier. Even a girl with only the vaguest understanding of biology or medical research knew something about skin care, and all it took to get a confused undergrad volunteer to sign her consent form was a quick mention of 'clear healthy skin'. At least it wasn't lying - one of the most promising potential applications they were looking into was a treatment for certain forms of early-onset heritable hyperkeratosis - but Clarice just didn't like having to work around other people's ignorance like that. She kept grumbling silently about it for a few minutes until her next volunteer arrived. It was another undergrad girl, and from the mermaid logo on her cup it looked like this one had just been hanging out at that same coffee place. She paused by the door and lifted that cup, tilting her head back and striking an impressive pose in the light from the window as she drank. She was tall and slim and athletic, with nicely toned abs and very nicely toned legs. She had shoulder-length light brown hair with striking platinum blonde highlights, pulled back into a simple ponytail, and she was wearing a cute sleeveless crop top and cute tight denim short shorts and cute little strappy flip-flop-style sandals. Her outfit looked perfect for staying comfortable in today's summer heat, and one couldn't help but notice the way it nicely showed off her abs and her legs too. Finishing the last of her coffee, she tossed the empty cup in the trash and came up to the desk where Clarice was waiting. "Hi, I'm Tara. I saw your ad earlier, are you still looking for volunteers?" the girl asked hopefully. Clarice gave her the usual bright and cheerful welcome and handed her the information pamphlet and showed her the formula, and unlike that last airhead, when Tara opened the pamphlet and started to read it she remained eager and focused. "Okay, so it's an enzyme for synthesizing some kind of designer medical treatments," Having quickly summarized the handout's information, she looked up and asked, "Well, what kind of substrate does your enzyme act on, and what are you working on developing treatments for?" Clarice happily answered her questions, somewhat heartened at a prospective volunteer who actually seemed to understand her explanation. Even though Tara didn't seem to be a science major or anything, she at least remembered enough terminology to ask relevant questions, which was more than could be said for most of today's volunteers. Clarice ended up going into quite a bit more detail than usual, and while she was explaining everything Tara took out a big bottle of water from her cute backpack and cracked it open to take a few long sips. "Right now we're still trying to demonstrate that the whole approach will produce the quantity, and most importantly the variety that we need to make it worthwhile. According to the theory everything should be viable, but the only way to really be sure is testing with volunteers," Clarice concluded with a note of cautious optimism. "Well, it all sounds interesting anyway," Tara replied, chuckling. "And I could really use the money right now. So I just need to sign here, take this and then give a sample, right?" She looked down at the cup and the consent form and reached for the pen. "That's right," Clarice nodded, then glanced away quickly. When Tara leaned over the counter like that, one couldn't help but notice the way her low-cut crop top showed off her cleavage. "Uh, you can come back in about a half hour for that part." Tara stopped with her hand poised over the signature line and looked up. "Oh, I don't need to wait or anything. I'm all ready to go right now." "Yes, you can take the formula right away. It's just after that you'll just need to wait about a half hour for the enzyme to take effect." "Oh right, of course." Tara set the pen down, frowning. "It's just, I was kinda on the way to my final right now. Does it have to be in a half hour? How about if I come back a little later, in like an hour or two?" "That shouldn't be a problem." Most of the volunteers had wanted to get everything over with as soon as possible, but as far as Clarice knew there wasn't any reason why waiting a little longer should make a difference. "Great!" Tara exclaimed, grinning again. "I'll see you in a little while, then." She finished signing and swallowed the formula, washing it down with a few more big gulps from her water bottle, and then she left. Clarice wished her luck with her final and sat back down to wait for the next volunteer. Two and a half hours later she was still sitting there when the door opened again. Clarice got up right away with a smile on her face, which disappeared when she saw who it was. "Heyyy, how are you doing over here?" Camille asked with a smirk as she came up and leaned on the desk. "Got a lot of volunteers? Betcha I got more," she snickered. Camille was the other postdoc working on this project, and as usual she had found a way to turn it into a competition. Clarice sighed softly, annoyed. "Come on, Cam. You know perfectly well this is research, not some kind of race." "Yeah, yeah, yeah," Cam waved away her objections, "just because it's research doesn't mean we can't have a little fun with it. Anyway, I already dropped my samples off at the lab and the results should be ready soon, so just meet me there when you've got enough." She trotted off down the hall to the lab, ignoring Clarice's second annoyed sigh. Even though Clarice was pretty sure they had all the samples the project needed already, there was still something she had to wait for. So she sat back down and waited, but she didn't have to wait long. Not quite a half hour later the door opened again, and this time it was just who Clarice was hoping for. "Oh, Tara. I'm glad to see you again. I was starting to get worried that you wouldn't make it." "Uh-huh. Me too," Tara replied as she approached the desk, "I'm really glad I made it." Her voice seemed a bit strained and there was something odd about the way she was walking. "So um, I can just give you the sample right now, right?" "Of course. Come right through here," Clarice gestured to the door just next to the reception desk. "You'll just need this first..." She went over and knelt to reach into the cabinet by that door. Remembering how she would sometimes feel after a long final, she turned her head to make a sympathetic remark, but froze with a little surprised gasp when she saw and suddenly realized what was odd. Tara's face was set in intense concentration, her mouth a thin line and her cheeks gently flushed. She was walking with stiff, careful steps, her arms held at her sides and her hands balled into fists. But most striking of all was Tara's bare midriff, where one couldn't help but notice that her outfit was now showing off her nice firm abs along with a very firm, very round and very prominent bulge that could only be made by a very large and extremely full bladder. For a long moment Clarice could only stare at the broad swell of Tara's lower abdomen, extending from just above her bellybutton all the way down to disappear inside her shorts. Everything about the way Tara was walking seemed to suddenly make perfect sense, and it gave a whole new meaning to what she just said: Tara *really* had to give her sample *right* now. After a few last unsteady steps she stood right in front of the door, growing even more obviously uncomfortable by the second. Her hips were squirming and wiggling, her toes were tensed and pressed into the foam of her flip-flops, her arms were trembling, and her face was flushing brighter and brighter. She started to slowly lean forward at the waist as her feet slowly rose onto tiptoes, even as her toes themselves wiggled and squirmed. She took a shuddering breath and looked down, saying only, "Um..." "Oh!" Clarice exclaimed as she was startled back to attention and suddenly realized how long she had been staring at the extraordinary sight. She reached into the cabinet with the rows of cups, then paused for a moment and reached past them, all the way to the back. "I, um... yes, you'll just, um... take this." Standing up quickly, she unscrewed the cap from the extra-large sample cup and held it out with one hand while she yanked open the bathroom door with the other. Tara reached to take the cup, but before she could she froze and gasped, her eyes going wide. "Oh no..." she squeaked in a tiny horrified voice, and Clarice realized what that meant and looked down just as Tara thrust her hands into her crotch, trembling even more and flushing even brighter than ever. She stood motionless like that for a long moment, then snatched the sample cup from Clarice's hand and zipped past her into the bathroom. She gasped again and started to undo her shorts, her free hand trembling so badly she could only fumble at the button on her fly while she gasped again and then again, until finally it came open. In a single motion she grabbed the back of her shorts and yanked them down, and Clarice looked away just a bit too late to keep from seeing. As soon as she averted her eyes she heard the loud splattering, along with the soft hissing and the much louder moan of Tara's intense relief. "She made it," Clarice whispered, with considerable relief of her own. "I'm really glad she made it." The splattering sound steadily changed into splashing, while the moan turned into a long breathy sigh. Clarice reached back and felt for the door handle, careful to avoid looking as she closed the bathroom door. That muted the hissing but not the steady burbling splashes of a very powerful stream pouring into a sample cup at very close range, so she had to stand and listen to Tara producing her urine sample. It went on and on and on, and when the mighty noise finally faded away it was only a little while longer until the door opened. Tara was again fully dressed and held the very full cup very carefully, and Clarice took it and carefully screwed the top back on. She felt a bit more uncomfortable than usual as they went back to the desk to take care of the final signature and the stipend, but Tara didn't seem to notice as she took her receipt and left, still just a bit flushed and grinning with contentment. As soon as that was done Clarice got all the samples together and headed down to the lab where Camille was already waiting. She looked up from entering her initial data and smirked, "Looks like I got two more test subjects than you after all." Clarice just gave her the exasperated sigh that always meant 'quit trying to turn everything into a contest' while she arranged her set of samples alongside Cam's for analysis. "Still, your samples might have better results, so you haven't lost yet." Cam was still smirking. The results that mattered were what synthesis products they could identify in the samples. As long as even a few of those samples met their projections it would be enough to proceed to the next phase of research, but beyond that it didn't really matter how many they had. Clarice just gave Cam a quick glare and sat down to start entering her own data while they awaited the results of the analysis. When it was finished they both leaned over together to look at the screen, and for a few moments they stared in silence. Then Clarice breathed, "Wow..." her eyes going wide. "That's-" "How did you do that!" Cam burst out. "This is one of yours, isn't it?" She jabbed a finger at the screen, and the same set of numbers where Clarice was still staring. Most of the results on the screen were just about what they expected, right around the ranges predicted by their experimental hypothesis. But the numbers in one column, from one particular sample, were far higher, exceeding all of their projections and surpassing even their most optimistic predictions. Cam went on, "How did one of yours end up so much better than all of mine? You better not have gone messing with anything because-" "Will you forget about your stupid imaginary competition already, this is important!" Clarice cut her off hotly as she belatedly registered the accusation. Leaning closer, she pointed at the screen herself. "If we can confirm these results and produce them consistently, our little project could turn into a major avenue of research. Got it?" Cam closed her mouth, rethinking her indignant reply and turning back to the screen. The rest didn't need to be said. A breakthrough like that would mean major funding and prestige for the department, along with prestige and opportunities for the two lucky postdocs that made the discovery. But first they had to confirm the results. "Okay, so what does it mean?" Cam was calming down and focusing now. "There has to be something special about that sample, right? Unless it's just a fluke, or an error with the analyzer." "I'll stay here and analyze it some more to be sure," Clarice was looking at the ID number of the special sample and thinking about what it might mean. "But I think I might have an idea what happened..." -- Experiment #1: The Final It was getting late when Clarice finished her analysis, and she was stretching her stiff shoulders as she came out of the lab. "Hey." Camille looked up as she approached. "Have you figured it out, then?" "The results are definitely accurate, if that's what you mean." She'd put that sample through every kind of analysis the lab could do, and every time the results were consistent. "Now we'll need to try to find out what happened. Like I said, I might-" "Too late then!" Cam burst out with a big grin. "Because I've got our answer right here. Take a look," she motioned Clarice over and turned her monitor. "Huh?" Clarice came over, frowning in confusion. "What do you mean? Did somebody else already publish something after all? Because I thought we checked all the archives for..." She trailed off. It wasn't any journal archive on Camille's screen, it was a video. The scene showed a big, moderately crowded lecture hall viewed from multiple angles. It looked like the feed from all the room's security cameras side by side. One of those cameras had a view of the main door, where a few more students were coming in and taking their seats. She watched, still wondering what it was all supposed to mean, and she was about to ask when she saw a familiar face. "Oh! That's-" "It's her, isn't it? I knew it! And I knew you'd recognize her too, with the highlights in her hair." Cam sounded a little giddy just now, and Clarice glanced at the pair of empty cans on her desk with the big colorful logos. Camille always had a can of that energy drink of hers when she was doing lab work, and she usually didn't stay this late, so tonight she must have had that second can to keep going a little longer. "It's... um, yeah, it's her." Clarice recognized that crop top and those short shorts and those long toned legs just as easily as the platinum blonde streaks in the girl's hair. That was Tara on the screen, which meant this video had to be from Tara's final earlier today. "See, I was looking for her name in your notes but when I saw what time you signed her up and what time you got her sample I was like, 'why did she wait so long?' and then I remembered 'duh, it's finals week!'" Cam was starting to ramble like she sometimes did when she was running on caffeine. Clarice nodded vaguely and sat down beside her, still focused on the screen. Tara was on all the cameras at once now as she sat at her desk and set her half-full water bottle next to her test. "So I was looking through today's final schedules and I thought I'd check the security cameras but as soon as I went to the server I found this instead." Another camera angle appeared then, a zoomed-in view from the back of the room. It was focused on the back of Tara's desk, so when Tara sat down it had a perfect view of the back of Tara's shorts. "Um..." Clarice muttered, suddenly becoming uncomfortable, "Is that, uh..." "Yeah, see, I found it on the department server." Cam snickered. "I guess someone noticed something interesting that happened at this test and put this together from the security camera footage. Oh but don't worry, I pulled all the original footage too just in case." All security camera footage from exam periods was freely available for anyone with an account to access as part of a 'transparency and honesty' initiative. That didn't answer her actual question, however. "Right but, uh..." Clarice pointed at the screen this time, "Is it trying to look at her..." "Yeah, see apparently there's some kind of rumor that what's-her-name there never wears underwear, and I guess someone was trying to find out if it's true." Cam snickered some more. "That's why the camera keeps zooming in on her butt, to see if it'll catch a glimpse of her buttcrack." "Her name's Tara..." Clarice muttered with a little grimace. She would have been more comfortable with the term 'gluteal cleavage', particularly just now that she found herself thinking about what happened earlier at the health center and especially what happened in the health center bathroom. After a moment Tara leaned over the papers on her desk, and another camera angle appeared. This one was a zoomed-in view from the camera at the front of the room, behind the podium and above the darkened smart board there, and when Tara leaned over she gave that camera a perfect view right down her very low-cut crop top. Zoomed in like this, it was just about clear enough to make it just about impossible not to notice that Tara was definitely not wearing a bra. Clarice looked away, uncomfortable again, and Cam pointed out, "Don't worry, it skips most of this boring part." Clarice glanced at the timestamp there in the corner, and sure enough after just a few seconds it flickered as the video skipped ahead several minutes. Tara was still sitting focused on her test, and hardly even looked up as she reached over for her water bottle. The camera behind her responded by zooming even closer to focus on the way her stretch made her shorts stretch and squeeze her rear end in new and interesting ways. As she raised the bottle to her lips the camera in front of her zoomed closer too, focused on the way her top strained and stretched over her firm and very perky breasts. Then she put the bottle back down and there was another skip, right to another sip that was just a little longer and another set of zooms just a little closer. After the third skip Tara took a longer drink, and this time Clarice noticed her legs were crossed. With the next skip she noticed Tara's leg bouncing slightly, the flip-flop dangling carelessly from her foot, and by the next it had fallen off and lay upside-down on the floor. Before long both her legs were bouncing rhythmically, and then she was gently rocking back and forth and her hips were beginning to wiggle. With every skip she seemed to be squirming more and more, but she just kept drinking from her nearly empty water bottle, too focused on her test to notice what was happening. But Clarice noticed, and she knew just what it was and exactly what it meant, and she found herself thinking back to what she saw at the health center earlier, and she also found herself thinking about biology. Because earlier she saw Tara arrive at the health center just finishing a nice big coffee drink, and then she saw Tara leave the health center just starting a nice big bottle of water, and just now she saw Tara arriving at her final with that bottle of water already half-empty. So now she could picture what was happening inside Tara's body just perfectly, all that fluid passing through her digestive system and into her bloodstream, the sharp drop in tonicity inhibiting vasopressin release and deactivating aquaporin in her nephrons and reducing their reabsorbtion rate, letting the excess hydration flow straight through her kidneys to her ureters for peristalsis to pump right into her bladder. And her bladder slowly and steadily filling up and swelling, until it swelled enough to trigger the detrusor stretch receptors to send their signals back up to the rostral pons. There the Barrington's Nucleus would respond and send its signals right back down to the internal sphincter and the detrusor muscle, and when Tara felt that distinctively and distinctly uncomfortable sensation it would finally notify her of was going on in her own uncomfortably full bladder. Of course, knowing all about the biology of the situation didn't really tell Clarice anything new about it. Just from the way Tara looked on the video during her final, it was becoming obvious enough that she had to go to the bathroom. And Clarice had already seen the way Tara looked at the health center after her final, right before she finally made it to the bathroom. But thinking about that now reminded Clarice of something else, of what Tara said at the health center before her final: "I'm all ready to go right now." Tara was already ready to go, she was already ready to give her sample, and she could already tell. That meant she was already feeling the discomfort that arose when her pontine micturation center sent her that signal, which meant it was already getting the signal from her stretch receptors that were already being stretched by her swelling bladder. And when she said it she had just finished drinking her coffee and just started drinking her water. After drinking all that, by the time she got to her final and sat down, Tara's system must have been quite fully hydrated already, and she was still drinking even more. And while she sat, all the excess hydration from everything she'd been drinking already along with all the additional hydration from everything she was still drinking must have been flowing freely right through her kidneys and pumping through her ureters and absolutely pouring right into her already noticeably full bladder. And that's what they were watching on the video. Tara's bladder was filling up more and more, swelling and stretching. Her stretch receptors were sending stronger and stronger signals, and the signals coming back were instructing her involuntary internal sphincter to relax at the same time as her equally involuntary detrusor muscle contracted, in order to cause her bladder to involuntarily empty itself. Needless to say, nothing like that was going to happen to Tara, thanks to her voluntary external sphincter and its well-developed reflex to contract and hold her urethra safely closed and keep the contents of her bladder safely inside. So Tara herself could simply sit and stay focused on her test while the tension between her detrusor and her subconsciously actuated sphincter grew stronger and stronger and the visible signs of her discomfort slowly but steadily grew a little more obvious. She squirmed, she shifted restlessly, she rocked slowly back and forth and her crossed legs began gently bouncing, a whole set of subconscious movements that together had the effect of applying a little extra pressure upon the vicinity of her urethra to help out her squeezing sphincter. And once the discomfort grew strong enough, it finally broke through Tara's focus into her conscious awareness. After a particularly long and intense squeeze and a little shiver that made her whole body tense up for a moment Tara looked up with an anxious and slightly worried expression. Clarice had to sympathize, especially when she thought about how much longer Tara was going to have to endure her discomfort before she hurried into the health center. For now, Tara slipped the mostly-empty water bottle back into her backpack and carefully crossed her legs, making a fully conscious effort to help with the squeezing of her sphincter muscle and hopefully help alleviate her intense discomfort. But that discomfort was still getting worse. Soon she was squirming and rocking in her seat constantly, completely unable to keep still. Her legs were bouncing more vigorously, both her flip-flops on the ground now and both her bare feet wrapped around the leg of the chair. She was biting her lip in anxiety and concentration as she struggled to focus on both her squeezing and her test. And throughout it all Tara's expression was like a silent squeal of distress that grew steadily in intensity and eloquence from "I gotta go!" into "Oh I really gotta go!" then through "Oh man, I gotta go so bad..." to "Oh no, I really gotta go right away!" before finally reaching its urgent anguished pinnacle of "I absolutely gotta go *right* now!!" Clarice could only watch in helpless horrified sympathy as that last flash of wide-eyed agony was followed by another shiver and a little gasp and a horrified wide-eyed stare that could only mean "What if I can't hold it!?" Clarice almost gasped herself when she saw it, and she had to remind herself that Tara could definitely hold it, that she already knew Tara could hold it through her whole final, because she already saw Tara when she arrived at the health center, still holding it, after her final. She already watched Tara, still holding it, hurry into the bathroom, where she could pull down her shorts and finally stop holding it and let go safely into a sample cup. But at the same moment she remembered that, she watched Tara on the screen drop her pencil and reach down with both hands and start to unbutton her fly. All her reassurances vanishing at the sight, Clarice was struck by the sudden horrifying thought that she was about to see Tara reach for the bottle in her backpack and resort to an extremely drastic emergency measure that she was sure to regret as soon as she realized she was on camera. But after just a second Tara took up her pencil and returned to her test, with her backpack still closed and her legs still crossed and her shorts still on. She was still very uncomfortable and still squirming very badly, but somehow she didn't seem quite as frantic as before. Clarice wondered why until the camera zoomed all the way in to once again focus on the back of Tara's shorts. Camille snickered and spoke up at that, "Looks like somebody got their answer after all," her snickers turned to chuckles, "and an even better view than they expected." Clarice ignored her laughing and just stared. A small but quite visible bit of Tara's gluteal cleavage was peeking out just a little from the back of Tara's shorts, and as she continued squirming the back of her shorts slipped a little lower and let it peek out a little more. After just a few seconds it was visible enough to make the truth of the rumor just about as obvious to anybody watching as it was to Clarice at the health center earlier, when she couldn't quite look away fast enough at the moment that Tara suddenly pulled down her shorts in the health center bathroom and couldn't help but see that Tara was definitely not wearing any underwear. She felt a brief pang of sympathy for Tara's slight accidental exposure, but then she remembered something else she saw at the health center and realized the other significance of Tara's descending shorts. Because if loosening her shorts like that let the back of the waistband slip down and expose her gluteal cleavage to the camera behind her, it also released the squeezing that the front of the waistband placed upon her bulging bladder, and that must be why Tara didn't look quite so uncomfortable anymore. She had never really thought much about something like that before or about just how much it might help in a situation like this, but it made sense right away and as soon as she started thinking about it she found herself thinking about how it might work, and she found herself thinking about anatomy. About Tara's bladder filling up and swelling and stretching enough to trigger her stretch receptors, and then swelling even more until it began to impinge on other nearby organs. The pelvic cavity, already quite cramped to begin with, becoming more and more crowded as the steady flow forced her bladder to steadily expand until it was completely squished and pressing right up against the anterior abdominal wall. With no more room left but her bladder still growing, the abdominal wall itself would start stretching and Tara's abdomen would start swelling, slowly and steadily developing into a big prominent bulge just like the one she saw at the health center earlier, right beneath Tara's bellybutton. But that was only when Tara came back to the health center after her final. When Tara was at the health center the first time, before her final, the waistband of her shorts was there under her bellybutton, right where that bulge would be forming. So while Tara was sitting and trying to focus on her final, with her bladder filling and beginning to stretch and her abdomen bulging and beginning to swell, it would have quickly met the resistance of her very tight shorts. With that additional constriction on top of the periodic involuntary contractions of her own detrusor muscle, the combined squeezing on poor Tara's poor bladder must have been almost unbearable. So by unbuttoning her shorts and releasing the constriction from her waistband, it made perfect sense that Tara would immediately make herself that much less uncomfortable. With her abdomen free to swell and bulge to accommodate her steadily filling and swelling bladder, Tara would have a little while longer to focus on her test. But even so, Clarice found herself wondering if that was all there was to it, and she found herself thinking about psychology. She had always suspected that any physiological effect which produced uncharacteristically pronounced results with unexpected immediacy might have a psychological component involved as well. For instance, if Tara had experienced something like this before then she might have ended up conditioning herself and induced a sort of Pavlovian response. Or if she had heard about something like this before trying it herself then she might have ended up anticipating the results and induced a sort of placebo effect. It was just the sort of fascinating question that someone might design an experiment to answer, perhaps with a sort of belt that could be remotely loosened and tightened... When she found herself thinking that, however, Clarice decided she was thinking entirely too hard about the matter, and anyway she was right in the middle of an experiment already. So she returned her focus to Tara, who was already growing very uncomfortable once again. Whatever the exact cause of her reprieve, it was turning out to be very brief. After all, whatever she might do to alleviate the tightness that was making her discomfort worse, she had absolutely no way to relieve the intense discomfort itself, or to stop her own body from making it steadily worse. With Tara's system still overhydrated her kidneys were still flowing as freely as ever, her ureters were still pumping dutifully and still filling up her already overfilled bladder even more. Tara was squirming and wiggling constantly now, rocking back and forth with her legs twisted tightly. From time to time she would freeze and stiffen with all her weight perched on a corner of the chair, her pencil held still and her whole body held tense, motionless and trembling while she clamped her legs together as hard as she could. Every time Clarice just couldn't help but picture what was happening: Tara's detrusor muscle tightening, squeezing her bladder even harder than ever, while Tara forced her sphincter muscle to squeeze just as hard to resist it. After a particularly long and particularly intense wave of squeezing that made Clarice wonder if Tara was going to have to reach for her backpack and resort to drastic measures after all, Tara suddenly put down her pencil and quickly flipped through her test, then started putting everything away. With no small relief Clarice glanced down at the timestamp to confirm that Tara's final and her extremely uncomfortable ordeal were both nearly over. Tara picked up her backpack and smiled as she hopped eagerly to her feet, only to let out a startled squeak and sit right back down. That sudden movement and the little jolt it delivered to Tara's highly overstretched bladder must have triggered another merciless squeeze from Tara's detrusor at the same time as Tara was momentarily distracted. She sat perched on the chair with her hands in her lap and her legs crossed tightly, squeezing and blushing as she tried to ignore the curious stares from the nearby students that glanced over at the sound. Clarice thought she must at least be glad that most of them had already left, not that it would matter much if she ever found out that it was all on camera anyway. When the wave passed Tara felt around with her feet to slip her flip-flops back on, then put on her backpack and stood up again, more gingerly this time. With small careful steps she started toward the front of the room, just as a smiling blonde girl in the front row stood up too and got in front of her. The blonde paused in the act of turning in her test to chat for a bit with the TA, giggling cheerfully and never even noticing Tara, who had to stand behind her waiting and squirming. Just about everyone else seemed to notice, however, especially when another very intense wave struck and Tara gasped sharply and moaned softly and bent forward, rising to her tiptoes and trembling and squirming even more than ever. Just watching her, Clarice could perfectly picture Tara's detrusor muscle contracting cruelly upon her dangerously full bladder, while Tara forced her sphincter muscle to clench just as hard as it could to keep her urethra safely closed and keep the contents of her bladder safely inside. For a long moment she stood there trembling just like that, while everyone behind her looked up one by one at the remarkable sight of a tall athletic college student acting just like a little girl who was just about to wet her little panties. Only the blonde girl never noticed, and for a moment Tara didn't notice either when that girl turned with a final giggle and trotted cheerfully out the door. Then the wave slowly receded and Tara gradually became aware of the TA sitting there staring at her. She straightened and silently handed over her test, then turned and carefully headed for the door herself, showing the camera beside it a perfect profile of her bare midriff as she passed. The still frame of that moment remained on screen beside the other cameras as the door closed behind her, and the big firm bulge clearly visible beneath Tara's bellybutton looked exactly like Clarice remembered. When it was over she sat back, emotionally exhausted from watching and sympathizing with Tara's struggle and with a whole new appreciation for the real value of her sample. She already knew what it could mean for the project, but seeing what Tara really went through to bring it safely back to them somehow made it seem even more precious. "That's it, right?" Cam sounded excited. "It's exactly what we needed!" Clarice nodded distantly. "Yeah, she gave us just what we- huh?" she started before she thought about what Cam meant. Cam went on, "This explains everything. The numbers we saw, and what happened with the sample." She giggled, still giddy and now triumphant besides. "It was in her bladder the whole time!" "It was... what?" Of course the sample was in Tara's bladder, that's why Tara had to sit through her final squirming and suffering, so that she could get back to the health center afterward to give her sample. But that wouldn't explain the numbers and the results from the sample. Unless... "The formula, I mean. The enzyme. It spent that whole time in Tira's bladder, that's how it happened!" "I told you, her name's Tara. And what does that have to do with it? Do you mean-" "It's the hormones and the pH balance, just like we were dealing with in the first place, remember?" In the earlier stages of the project they'd had to spend a bit of time and quite a bit of effort coming up with an enzyme that would remain fully active under the conditions of their experiment, including pH level and especially hormone levels. Even after all that, they'd had to exclude quite a lot of potential volunteers, in particular all males and anyone over about 26. "That whole time we were just trying for something that would keep working when a volunteer takes it, and we ended up with something that works even better in a volunteer's bladder!" "In the... oh. So then that means..." She had to admit the idea almost made sense. The enzymes would pass through the kidneys unaltered, along with all of the products and most of the major reactants. And the bladder would have a very different pH level, which had to have a major effect on their activity. They would need to do some calculations and maybe another experiment to figure out just what effect, of course. But still, it seemed like there was something else too... "So it's simple. Your girl Tara waited longer than the others, so the enzyme spent more time in the bladder and ended up being that much more effective." Clarice nodded slowly, something still tickling at the edge of her mind. Cam went on. "Now, according to the timestamps, she must have come back after about two and a half hours, right?" "Yeah, I guess. Maybe it was closer to three," she answered distantly. "The exact times should be in the system if you need to check." "Perfect! I've waited at least three hours." At that apparent nonsequitur Clarice looked up, just in time to see Cam slide halfway off her chair and lift her top slightly, just far enough to expose her midriff and reveal the quite sizable bulge there. "...Huh? Wh-what do you-" Clarice gaped and sputtered as Camille reached into her desk drawer and took out a sample cup. "Y-you mean- Are you going to-?" "I took the formula earlier, and I had plenty to drink since then," nodding vaguely toward the empty cans on the desk, Cam unscrewed the sample cup and started to undo her pants. "So my results should be just like Tara's, right?" "That's-" Camille began, trailing off as something occurred to her. "But that's self-experimentation." There were strict department policies against using any results obtained by self-experimentation, mostly designed to avoid giving researchers a reason to consider using themselves when they couldn't find volunteers for potentially dangerous experiments. "You know we can't include anything from-" "Then I won't include it," Cam said with a shrug, squatting carefully. "Anyway, this isn't even an experiment, I'll just verify our interpretation of Tara's results." She pulled her pants down to her ankles before pulling her panties down to her knees, so Clarice was able to look away in time. She shifted slightly and gingerly looked back, careful to avoid seeing something impolite. Instead she watched as Cam positioned the sample cup between her legs and gave a little sigh. There was a moment of silent suspense and then the stream shot out, with a hissing and splattering sound that gradually turned into splashing as Cam emptied her bladder and filled her cup. Clarice found herself thinking back to that other splashing stream she heard earlier. It was the same, but... it was different too. And that meant... "I got it!" she exclaimed, jumping to her feet with a gasp. Cam glanced up with a smirk, "I knew you'd figure it out. It's still a pretty nice breakthrough, but really not enough for a major-" "Not that! It's-" she struggled for words. The burst of insight was like a camera flash or a lightning bolt, illuminating every detail all at once, not like figuring things out but just seeing it laid out right there from end to end. She had to take a moment to organize the idea before she could even begin to explain any of it. "It was- the enzyme, it was in her bladder, just like you said. But it wasn't just there for longer, it-." She paused, took a breath and tried to focus and rearrange her thoughts into something more coherent. "Tara didn't just wait longer than the others. She waited as long as she *possibly* could." Cam just frowned and nodded slightly. "So that whole time the enzyme was working, right? But while it was working she was still waiting and- I mean, she was still holding it, so the conditions were shifting. I mean, the- the pH level and-" "And the hormones," Cam breathed, her voice rising and quavering as the same realization dawned on her too. "The hormone levels were shifting while the enzyme was still working. And the reaction's products-" "The parasympathetic response triggers the Pontin- th- the PMR," Clarice took another breath and forced herself to slow down a little. "So that once the reaction gets going the stress hormones spike, and that shifts the conditions for the enzyme. But now since the reaction's products are there too-" "They become the new reactants... in a second-order reaction!" Cam exclaimed breathlessly as the last piece of the puzzle slipped into place. "That's where the extra products came from, there was a whole new set of reactions that we never even considered." "And it could keep going too. There's no telling how many iterations are possible with different permutations of... well, hormone levels, and, uh-" "That girl... she gave us a new set of reactions with a whole new set of products," Cam went on, "and all she did was keep holding it a little more." "There was nothing little about it," Clarice muttered with some irritation. "I mean you saw what happened too." She shuddered slightly at the thought of what poor Tara had to go through. Camille looked down and shifted her legs slightly to examine the bulge beneath her bellybutton. Again Clarice jerked her eyes away from the impolite view. She didn't need to look any longer than that to tell that as big and impressive as it might be, Cam's bulge was nothing at all like Tara's, and her stream was nothing at all like Tara's either. That stream was just starting to taper off now as her bladder finished emptying itself, but in just the time it took to fill her sample cup everything had changed. "You're right," Cam admitted, "this really is a major breakthrough." She looked up and started to grin. "And now we've really got to keep researching it." Clarice nodded. "Of course. We'll need to come up with a whole new experiment." She frowned in concentration as she thought about how to design one. There were so many new factors that might be relevant to their new hypothesis, so many things they hadn't even considered before. "You've been in the lab for a few hours, right?" Camille asked casually as she screwed the lid back on her sample cup. "Mm-hmm, I guess." Lost in thought, Clarice answered before she thought to wonder about the meaning of the question. "And you were at the reception desk for a few hours before that, weren't you?" Cam was pulling her pants back up. "I-" Clarice looked over and narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Well yeah, since just after lunch. Why does that-" "Great!" Cam declared, setting her sample cup down on the desk with a thump, then reaching again into her desk drawer. "And I noticed you had that energy drink earlier, too." Clarice nodded uneasily. "Um, yeah. I had three today..." she trailed off as the direction of Cam's questions and their meaning began to dawn on her. "Wait, do you mean-" "Oh, that's perfect," Cam declared as she got out a fresh dose of the formula they'd prepared for today's volunteers. Looking at that, Clarice found herself suddenly becoming highly aware of a gentle yet quite distinct and quite uncomfortable feeling. A feeling that must have been gradually building while she sat in the lab, too focused on her work to notice it at all. A feeling that, she now suspected, was going to get quite a bit more uncomfortable before her work was quite finished tonight. "So I guess you shouldn't need too much longer then," Cam concluded, rising from the drawer and plunking the formula down on the desk, along with a fresh empty sample cup. Her suspicions confirmed, Clarice's face fell, while Cam just grinned happily and added, "Tara showed us just how long she could hold it, so now let's just see how long you can hold it." -- Experiment #2: The Game Another cheer went up and she swept her view over the audience again, paying particular attention to the group of girls in the front row. "Wow, this is getting really good," Cam said next to her. "How does it look over there?" Clarice gave a little irritated sigh before she replied, "It's coming along alright." After another sweep of the front row she lowered her binoculars and glanced over. Just as she thought, Camille seemed to be paying a lot more attention to what was happening with the game down on the field as with the audience up in the stands. They needed binoculars to see much of anything from these seats all the way up in the highest row, which at least meant they could watch the audience without being too obvious about it. Raising her own binoculars again, she looked back at the front row. The last of the cheers were fading now and the girls that had stood up were sitting back down, while the girls that had only leaned forward to cheer leaned back again, and just about all of them crossed their legs. When the last of the excitement faded it seemed to be replaced by a sense of anxious restlessness, and when a girl all the way at the far end of the front row leaned over to say something to the girl next to her Clarice couldn't help but imagine that she was saying something like, 'I gotta go'. "Everything's progressing just as expected." Clarice went on without lowering her binoculars again. Down there a different girl from the second row got to her feet and started moving away, only to stop with a look of dismay when she saw the big long line right where she was headed. She hesitated, looking nervously back down to the field, then returned to her seat, still holding it. "It's starting to look like this might just work out after all" "Well of course!" Cam said with a snicker, not quite bragging but still sounding a bit smug. "I knew you'd change your mind." It was Camille that came up with this whole idea, and at first Clarice had her doubts about it. There were just so many unpredictable factors, and Cam was never exactly the best at planning out all the details and thinking through every little possibility in her experimental designs. But at least so far everything seemed to be turning out exactly like she said it would. It was most visible there in the first few rows, but wherever Clarice looked she saw the same thing. All over the crowded stadium there were girls looking restless and crossing their legs and even starting to squirm, showing all the signs that they all had to go. And it was all thanks to Cam's plan, and everything that she and Clarice set up earlier, before the game started. First they'd checked on the 'collection apparatus'. It had been set up in the parking lot last night, so all they really had to do was make sure that none of the equipment got damaged in transport or anything. The first few sports fans were starting to arrive then, just waiting there in the parking lot chatting and drinking. Cam said that was a sort of tradition before all the bigger games, and sometimes a few of the smaller but more important games like this one. After a while they started lining up at the ticket counters, and it was time for Cam to get to work. 'Hi there! We're here from the health center for a little experiment,' she could still hear that opening line, the one they'd practiced so many times to get just enough of a 'bright and breezy' tone to soften the 'sales pitch'. 'Would you like to help out with a quick taste test?' She could still see the prospective volunteers' faces too, the uncomfortable wariness there disappearing when it became apparent they weren't being asked to donate anything or fill out any opinion survey. And then the eagerness that appeared when a volunteer saw what was in their little cooler. It was a very warm morning, after all, and anyone that didn't bring anything to drink before the game must have been regretting it, while anyone that did had just had to leave it behind in the parking lot. So the offer of a nice cold drink must have been a very welcome one to a volunteer who was already stuck in line anyway, and even better if she could help out 'the health center' all without doing anything more difficult than presenting a student ID and answering a few questions about the taste. The answers they got were mostly along the lines of 'tart and tangy', which made sense since it was mostly just ordinary fruit juice, but of course the taste test wasn't the real point. Because when those volunteers signed the questionnaires they also signed a consent form, and hardly any of them even glanced through it when they did. And nobody at all seemed to notice the part on the third page where it mentioned 'collecting samples'. So they'd ended up with plenty of volunteers who happily drank their juice with the formula in it and signed their forms with the consent release, and now all that was left to do was wait until it was time to collect all their samples. Of course there were plenty of guys that ended up volunteering too, but Cam had planned for that and made sure to bring plenty of extra juice without any formula, both for guys and for any girls that wanted a refill. They couldn't give any of their test subjects a double dose of formula, after all, so any girls that were extra thirsty just got extra fruit juice, and that ought to be just fine for their experiment. "Hey, it really is coming along over there," Cam said, and swept her view over the audience. There seemed to be some kind of lull in the action on the field, and Cam seemed to have remembered that they were supposed to be here monitoring their experiment and not just watching a game. Quite a few audience members seemed to have noticed the lull as well, and were taking advantage of the opportunity to get up and take a quick break. Clarice watched as a little group of girls from somewhere around the third row got up together and hurried over to the back of the nearest line and waited there, looking a little nervous and quite a bit restless. They waited just about long enough for the line to start to move a little before there was another cheer as the action seemed to resume, and those girls looked anxiously back down at the field and almost all of them hurried right back to their seats, still holding it. "Oh yeah, looks like this is going to work out just great," Cam chuckled, turning her attention back to the game too. Apparently it was a really exiting game, just like Camille said it would be. Clarice herself could hardly even make sense of what was going on when she looked at the field, let alone everything Cam had excitedly explained about it earlier. From what she could understand it had to do with some longstanding intercollegiate rivalry and both teams' star players returning from some sort of hiatus, but whatever Camille said the reason for it was, Clarice could easily see the truth of it right in front of her. Just about the whole crowd seemed to be really getting into it and growing steadily more excited, especially there in the first few rows. And at the same time, Clarice could see just as easily that quite a lot of the crowd was also growing steadily more uncomfortable, especially right there in the front row. But even as the girls there became more and more nervous and restless, their tightly crossed legs starting to bounce irrhythmically, not a single one got up from her seat. They all just sat there and they all just kept holding it, just like Cam said they would. 'Those are the biggest fans, there in the front row,' she'd explained earlier, while they watched those girls in colorful miniskirts take their seats, 'so they're gonna be our best shot at getting results.' Clarice had nodded along. She recognized most of the girls there from the parking lot when they'd been drinking before the game, and almost all of them from the ticket line when they'd participated in the 'taste test', so she could easily picture just what was happening inside those girls' bodies. Even as they all sat down, all ready to enjoy the game, their kidneys would be all ready to send all the excess hydration from all they had to drink right through their ureters and right into their bladders. Then the formula could do its work, and before long they would all have their samples all ready. That just left the question of how many of those girls would actually end up delivering those samples to the collection apparatus in the parking lot. Cam had laughed off that concern, however, saying, 'Don't worry. Like I just said, they're the biggest fans.' Then she'd explained that too. 'See, the stadium has nowhere near enough bathrooms. I guess the designers decided to like almost double the seating capacity at the last minute or something, but they couldn't double everything else when they did, so now there's always a big line at almost every game.' Clarice had nodded again, starting to understand. Of course if the stadium had a little too much seating capacity and not quite enough bathroom capacity it would end up having a really big line at all the bathrooms, especially when it was filled almost to capacity like this one was right now. 'Anyway, the fans that are at all the games know all about the lines, so they know there's no way to go for a bathroom break without missing at least a few plays.' Of course having to wait in a line like that during the game would mean missing something, and of course a sports fan wouldn't want to have to miss anything, especially any of a game that was as exciting as this one seemed to be. So if those girls in the front row were the biggest sports fans, then of course every one of them wouldn't want to get up to take a bathroom break if she could possibly help it. 'The way this game is going, those girls definitely won't want to miss a single play,' Cam had concluded with a self-satisfied smirk, 'so they'll definitely want to keep holding it.' That was the real purpose of Cam's experimental design, and the real reason they were here at the stadium. They could provide every volunteer with the formula along with plenty of juice to send it into her bladder where it could get to work, but it was the game itself that provided that volunteer with the motivation to keep it there in her uncomfortably full bladder and resist the resulting discomfort while it did its work. So now, just like Tara when she ended up stuck in the middle of her final with her bladder rapidly filling up and she just had to keep holding it and holding it, every one of those girls there in the front row was going to end up stuck in the middle of the very exciting game right when her bladder was filling right up, and she was just going to have to keep holding it and holding it and holding it. Clarice just had to sympathize with them after watching everything that Tara went through, and especially after going through the same thing herself. After their breakthrough in the lab and once they'd analyzed Cam's 'verification' sample, the two of them had gone back to the lounge to discuss everything, and to wait until Clarice was ready to produce her own 'verification' sample. Mostly they were brainstorming the next experiment to test their theories, and for a while that was enough to keep her comfortably distracted. Except apparently brainstorming wasn't quite as distracting as lab work, and she already had to go pretty bad and it just kept getting worse and worse until before long she had to go really bad and she could hardly concentrate on brainstorming at all. Again and again she found herself picturing what was going on inside her, all the excess hydration from all those energy drinks she had earlier flowing right through her kidneys into her bladder, and her bladder stretching and swelling as it filled up, triggering the stretch receptors that were making her more and more uncomfortable. For a while Cam kept on brainstorming and coming up with her experimental design all by herself, well after Clarice was hardly even listening anymore, until at last she fell silent too and only watched as Clarice squirmed and struggled as hard as she could to just keep holding it. The more she thought about it the more she found herself sympathizing with all the volunteers that were going through the same thing right now, more and more of them starting to squirm, rocking forward and back in their seats, their tightly crossed legs bouncing more and more restlessly even as she watched. When that girl at the far end of the front row leaned over again and said something to the girl next to her, this time Clarice could only imagine that she was saying 'I really gotta go'. She was starting to suspect that particular girl might not be quite motivated enough deliver her sample to the parking lot after all, no matter how big a sports fan she might be. It was only going to keep getting worse, after all, and there would be a convenient break pretty soon, halfway through the game. Clarice had to expect that girl and probably quite a few of the others in the front rows there might just decide to take their chances and hope they could get through the line and use the bathroom and get back without missing too much of the game. She kept waiting and kept watching, and sure enough it just kept getting worse all over the stadium and especially there in the first few rows. By the time the teams started to leave the field it seemed like almost every girl there was squirming at least a little. Clarice fully expected to see quite a few of those girls get up and hurry to join the lines at the bathrooms, maybe even most of them. But to her surprise and confusion not a single one did. She was leaning over toward Cam to say something about it when she was interrupted by a fresh wave of cheering. It was the cheerleaders, filing out of the locker room and lining up right near the middle of the field, along with some new music. "The squad always puts on a pretty good halftime show," Cam was saying. "And I think they might have something special planned for today." Of course. This was the halftime show that the cheerleaders were about to perform. Because the break was called halftime, now she remembered. "I hope so anyway. If it's good enough they could even help us out a little." Clarice nodded, starting to understand. It looked like most of the audience was willing to miss the halftime show in exchange for the chance to take a badly needed bathroom break, even those who'd been putting it off until now. But the 'biggest sports fans' there in the first few rows all seemed to be fans of the halftime show too. Only a few from the third and maybe the second rows were getting up, and none at all from the first. They all just sat there and kept squirming and kept holding it, watching the cheerleaders and their show just as intently as they watched the game, even though Clarice could tell almost all of them had to be really uncomfortable by now. And when the cheerleaders' show got to its big finale the girls there scooted forward like they were about to jump up as soon as it was over, and Clarice had to imagine they were all getting ready to dash for the bathrooms in the hopes of getting there and back in time for the second half of the game. Sure enough, as soon as the cheerleaders were finished and the crowd started to cheer the entire front row leaped up all at once, except instead of hurrying away the girls all jumped on top of their seats and raised their pom-poms over their heads and gave a cheer of their own. They were dancing, Clarice realized after a moment of confusion. Standing on their chairs like that they could only sort of hop in place and twist around and shake those pom-poms they'd pulled out from under their seats, but still they were putting on a show just like the cheerleaders just did. "Oh wow," Cam said with a laugh, "I guess this is what I heard about. It wasn't the cheerleaders, it was those fans that had something special planned." Clarice nodded, understanding right away. It explained why they were all wearing miniskirts, for one thing, and it explained why there were only girls there in the front row. Those girls must have planned everything out in advance, especially to have brought those pom-poms in and stashed them under their seats, and even their outfits must have been selected specifically to resemble the cheerleaders' costumes, she could see now. Their tiny little colorful miniskirts looked just like the cheerleaders' except a little lighter and shorter, and their tight colorful tops looked like the cheerleaders' except a bit tighter and more low-cut. And when a few of the girls started doing high kicks she could see that even their very colorful underwear looked a little like the cheerleaders' costumes' underwear too, except a lot tinier and skimpier. Apparently the audience noticed that too, and they seemed to really appreciate the sight because they were cheering even more than before. That encouraged the girls to keep kicking even more and even higher, until just about every one was flashing her skimpy little panties. "They sure don't mind giving the crowd what they want," Cam was still laughing as the cheers went up, and she grinned with satisfaction as the show wound down and the cheers faded. "And I think they just gave us what we want, too." Clarice winced in sympathy as she looked again and understood. Those girls in the front row were sitting back down, and she noticed one petite girl with a cute but sort of mousy look sitting right near the end glance over her shoulder, only to turn back around with a very nervous expression when she saw what the lines looked like now. Those lines were longer than ever, and with the halftime break almost over there was simply no way that girl or anyone else could get in line now without missing most of the rest of the game. "She missed her chance," Clarice muttered. That petite girl definitely had to go pretty bad, and the halftime break was the best chance she was going to get, but she just missed it. "They all missed their chance." Just about all the other girls in the front row there had to go just about that bad too, since they'd all been holding it the entire first half of the game. And now that they'd all just missed the chance to go at the halftime break, they were all going to have to just keep holding it. "I know. It's even better than I expected," Cam looked up, still grinning. "I was just hoping we wouldn't lose them all at halftime, but thanks to that halftime show of theirs we didn't lose any." Clarice nodded along, with a slight grimace at how Cam had put it. "Since those are the biggest fans they're at every game so they know all about the stadium's bathroom situation," she went on. "So every one of them knows better than to try to wait in line, except maybe at halftime if she really has to go." She giggled again. "And I guess when they planned their little bonus halftime show for today, they just weren't planning that anyone would have to go that bad." With a fresh grin she concluded, "They all planned to just hold it until the end of the game, and now they have to go really bad but they just have to hold it anyway." Watching it now, Clarice had to admit that it looked like Cam was right, and she had to shudder with sympathy too. None of the girls in the front row made any move to get up, and only a couple of them even glanced back at the lines, even as the evidence of their discomfort returned just like before and just kept getting worse. She looked down and focused on one and then another, and from every girl she saw some kind of sign. That girl there, bouncing in her seat with restless energy. That girl a few seats down, perched on it stiffly and keeping very still. Both of the girls beside her were rocking steadily back and forth, and all the way at the end one girl was outright squirming. After a second that girl turned to her friend, and Clarice could practically hear her saying 'I gotta go so bad.' She couldn't help but sympathize with what they were all going through, and she couldn't help but think back and remember what it was like when she went through it herself. Sitting in the break room and squirming as she tried to listen to Cam going on about her experimental design. And then just sitting and squirming and squeezing as she struggled to keep holding it and holding it. Really she didn't even need to keep holding it anywhere near as long as she did just for verification, but every time she thought about just popping the cap off her sample cup and just letting go already she found herself thinking about Tara, and she just couldn't do it. Because poor Tara never had that option, she never had a sample cup with her so she never even had a choice. She was stuck there taking her final and the whole time she just had to keep holding it, and then after that she had to keep holding it the whole way back to the health center. She ended up holding it just about as long as she possibly could, until her poor bladder was so incredibly full that it must have been almost unbearable, just to safely deliver her precious sample. And she never even knew anything about how precious that sample really was. They only discovered that afterward, and they owed the breakthrough to Tara and everything she went through. Thinking about it that way, it felt like Clarice owed it to Tara to go through the same thing herself and hold it as long as she could. That was the motivation she needed the other day when she sat there in the break room squirming and squeezing, and it seemed like today the game itself was the motivation the sports fans needed while they sat there struggling and squirming in the front row. Almost all of the first three rows were clearly squirming now, or at least beginning to, and almost all the rest were clearly trying very hard not to, sitting very stiffly and keeping very still in contrast to the restlessness all around. "Wow, this is going so great. I can hardly believe it," Camille muttered without looking away. "And the game is getting so exciting, nobody's gonna want to miss any of it." Clarice nodded agreement. She wasn't even watching the game or trying to make any sense out of it anymore, but watching the audience and especially the girls in the front rows told her all she could want to know about how exciting it was, just by seeing how very bad those girls had to go. Because every girl that was still sitting there and still holding even when she clearly had to go that bad was clearly determined to just keep holding it just as long as she had to. At least that shouldn't be too much longer. By her estimation and what she remembered of the schedule Cam showed her earlier there had to be less than a quarter of the game left, as long as it didn't go over the time like she said it could. Clarice really hoped that it wouldn't, and the girls all over the stadium squirming and struggling had to be hoping the same thing. All but the most stubbornly determined girls were squirming openly now, and when Clarice noticed one of them starting to tremble she looked and suddenly found herself watching at the very moment that girl's determination faltered, her composure cracked, then crumbled, and all at once she was squirming just as badly as everyone all around her. She watched the same thing happen to more and more of them, one by one, until there was just a single girl left, right there in the middle of the front row stubbornly sitting very stiff and mostly still. She was a particularly tall girl with particularly striking bright red hair, and she was already trembling and clenching her fists and crossing her legs as tightly as she could. Her lips were pressed together in a tight little line, her face scrunching up in intense concentration and turning almost the same color as her hair. She was doing just about everything she could without joining the squirming all around her. "It's just perfect," Cam murmured. "I was actually a little worried at first, mostly about the juice. But it looks like I got the blend just right after all. If anything it was maybe even a little extra." She chuckled gently, and Clarice nodded absently at that before she thought about it and frowned. "Uh, the blend...?" she started, slightly confused. "I thought, um, isn't it just ordinary juice?" "Oh yeah, it's just juice" Cam nodded. "I mixed it myself. Cherry and raspberry and apple, a little cranberry. And plenty of watermelon." Clarice nodded again, more slowly, but after a moment she remembered something. Watermelon. And apple too, and maybe cranberry although she wasn't so sure about that. Really she'd only glanced through a couple papers about it, but the exact research results weren't really the important part, and now she remembered just what it was about those fruits. "Diuretics..." she breathed, the meaning of what she'd realized becoming clear to her even as she said it. "They're... diuretics." She couldn't quite remember the mechanism of action just now, except that it was maybe better classified at least to some extent as an aquaretic effect, but that wasn't the important part either. Apple juice and especially watermelon juice were both natural diuretics, and when those volunteers took their samples they all drank a nice big dose of that juice along with it, and some of them even got a double dose. Including, she suddenly remembered quite clearly, a certain redheaded girl. She was still looking down at the front row, where that same redhead was now sitting stiffly and trembling and struggling. And between the memory of that girl drinking her juice before and the sight of that girl suffering the consequences now, Clarice's found her mind filling in the details of what happened since then. The redhead girl reaching her seat, the drinks she had with her friends in the parking lot just starting to flow through her kidneys just as she sat down with her friends to enjoy the game. And then while she sat there, the juice she drank along with her sample adding to the flow, and at the same time the diuretic action of that juice gently coaxing her kidneys to increase the flow a little, and then a little more. With all the juice she had to drink, it wouldn't have taken long at all until her kidneys were flowing at full blast and sending all that excess hydration pumping through her ureters and pouring right into her bladder, all while she just sat there and tried to ignore the steadily worsening discomfort. But her kidneys just kept flowing, her bladder just kept filling up, until it was just too full to ignore and all the redhead girl could do was just sit there trembling and struggling and trying as hard as she could just to keep from squirming. But she couldn't. Even as Clarice watched, the redhead girl's trembling turned into a sudden shudder and her expression seemed to shift from determination into dismay, and she shifted position just slightly and just like that she was squirming. The entire front row was squirming, every single girl there quite clearly suffering her own intense distress from her own incredibly full bladder. Their squirming and struggling was just impossible to suppress and totally impossible to hide, so completely obvious that the entire front row might as well have been squealing all together at the top of their lungs 'I gotta go!!!' It was an unbelievable sight, and Clarice just stared, hardly blinking, until suddenly she was snapped out of it by a wave of noise from all around. She jerked in surprise and looked around as the stadium erupted with cheering. Just about everyone was cheering, from the front rows to all the way up here where she was, including Camille right next to her. "They won!" Cam turned to shout at her over the noise, although even Clarice had realized that much. The game was over and the home team had won, so all the fans were cheering for them. "That was so awesome!" She sat back down, still giddy with excitement, and raised her binoculars again. "The whole game was totally awesome. And it looks like they all thought so too." She was looking down at the front row, and Clarice looked down too at the girls there, some laughing and others jumping for joy while a few hugged each other. And all their excitement and victorious exultation was only adding a whole new level to their already urgent distress. Those two girls there laughing were just about doubled over with their hands jammed between their legs, and when that girl there landed from her little jump the little jolt made her eyes go wide and she doubled over too. Another girl that was even more excited and imprudently tried to jump even higher let out a little squeal when she landed and suddenly dropped into a crouch, and those two girls hugging each other were doing so with one arm and had the other hand squeezed between their legs, just like at least half of the other girls around them had at least one hand between their legs too. The cheers were fading now and all over the audience people were getting up to leave, and after a few more moments of celebrating the girls in the front row started lining up and leaving, still squeezing and squirming and struggling as hard as ever. "Come on. We should hurry," Cam took her hand, snapping her out of it as she led the way up the steps. "We can see a little better from up here." There was a sort of balcony area all the way at the top of the stadium, with nobody else there at all just now because it was too small for any seats. As they got up there and raised their binoculars together Clarice realized it really did have an even better view and they could see just about the entire stadium like this. "Good, they're on the way out," observed Cam. The line of girls from the front row was slowly pushing through the crowd and making their way around the curve of the stadium toward the main exit, hardly even glancing at the much longer line at the nearest bathroom as they passed it. The girls themselves were drawing plenty of glances from all around, of course, as those in the crowd and especially in the line turned to look. Another big group of girls trotted up, also squirming and bouncing noticeably as they got into line, only to stop and stare wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the extraordinary sight passing by. Because right now that entire group of highly dedicated college sports fans in tiny colorful miniskirts was acting just like a group of little girls that were trying as hard as they could just to keep from totally wetting their little panties. "Just another minute or two now," Cam was saying. "They just have to make it to the parking lot and we'll have all the samples we could want." Candice nodded anxiously, although she couldn't quite share Cam's show of confidence. She watched the girls approach the stadium's lobby area, with the main entrance that led right out to the parking lot. And she watched their faces, their expressions, all of them just like the expressions of little girls that were right on the brink of totally wetting their little panties. Just looking at their faces like that one by one she could practically hear them all squealing just like little girls, 'I gotta go!', and 'I really gotta go!!', or 'I gotta go so so sooo bad!!!', and then 'I can't believe how bad I gotta go!!!!', and even 'I gotta go *RIGHT NOW*!!!!!'. At last they came around the corner and hurried into the lobby and saw it, and suddenly came to a stop. One by one they stopped right in their tracks, their expressions suddenly shifting as the saw the lobby, with the main entrance and the main bathrooms, and the absolutely enormous line. 'Oh no...' she could see it written right there on all those faces, as all at once the agonized yet eloquent squealing there was replaced by that little whimper of horrified dread. The last of the group came around the corner and the last of the girls saw the huge line there in front of the girls' room, filled with girls squirming and squeezing and struggling to hold it. It snaked back and forth across the lobby and out the other side, disappearing out of sight around the curve of stadium so that it was impossible to even see the end. And for those girls standing there and looking at it, their dread and horror blossoming into despair, that line might as well have been endless. 'Oh no... I- I can't...' those expressions seemed to squeak. A few of them were looking around frantically, hoping to somehow find something that might save them, anything that might give them a way out. But there was nothing to be found, even the boys' room had a line stretching out the door, and the main entrance out to the parking lot were so far away they might as well have been in another time zone. Clarice caught sight of the redhead girl from earlier, with a glint of panic in her eyes and that expression still on her face, the expression of someone perched right on the brink and tipping, sliding, starting to tumble helplessly into total despair. It looked just like the expression of a little girl at just the moment that she finally realized she just couldn't make it, she just didn't have a choice, she just couldn't help it, and she really was just about to totally wet her little panties, because she just couldn't hold it. The despair seemed to sweep over them like a wave, and all those girls gave a little shudder as their expressions shifted entirely into sheer horrified despair that all squealed 'I can't...' But before they could finish that silent cry the redhead girl whipped her head around and cried out aloud, and instead of 'I can't hold it!' what she said was simply "There!", and she started to run for it. The way she was running, on her tiptoes with her thighs still squeezed together and her hands still between them, she still looked very much like a little girl that was very much in danger of wetting her little panties at any moment and was running as fast as she could to make it to the bathroom before it was too late. Except now the redhead girl herself wasn't running for the bathroom at all. "Huh? Wait, what-" Cam had time to cry out in confusion and sudden alarm as she saw where the redhead was running, with a couple of the other girls already running close behind. The parking lot was right there outside the main entrance, where they'd set up all those portable toilets last night, and Cam had simply expected that the girls who had to go the worst would be hurrying there now, to those port-a-potties that were now their only hope of making it in time, as well as the one way for them to safely deliver their samples. But the redhead wasn't running there at all. She never even looked at the entrance, had probably never even noticed the port-a-potties out there and never even realized there was anywhere left that she could go. When she cried out and started running, the 'there' that the redhead was looking at was just a sort of little alley in between the girls' bathroom and the boys' bathroom, just a little bit of space that was left over and didn't even have the concrete floor of the rest of the stadium, just bare dirt and a little gravel. But just now that was just what she needed, and as soon the redhead girl got there she reached under her tiny miniskirt and pulled down her tiny panties and dropped into position, and just like that she just let go. "Aawww!" Cam shouted in frustration as soon as she saw it, and enough of the bystanders standing in line or just passing by made similar surprised exclamations that the two of them could even hear it from up here. With all that noise they definitely couldn't hear the redhead's long moaning sigh, or the softer noise that what she was doing there was making, but they could see what she was doing just fine. And after a moment when she tilted her head back and let her eyes flutter closed they could even see her face and the expression of sheer bliss that blossomed there as the wave of intense relief washed over her. Clarice found herself thinking it was just like the expression that a little girl might make at the moment that she finally let go after she just barely made it, after she just barely managed to hold it just barely long enough to just barely keep from wetting her little panties. And at the same time, Clarice also couldn't help but think that what the redhead girl was doing just now looked nothing at all like any little girl, because there was nothing at all little about the mighty gusher pouring from under her miniskirt. There was just no other word for it. The sheer power of that slender sparkling stream and the long graceful arc that it made as it shot out and passed between her legs and even the way it splashed onto the ground in front of her feet to form a little swirling puddle, it all reminded Clarice of nothing so much as a miniature geyser. And when she thought about it just a bit the analogy suddenly seemed particularly apt, that of a fluid-filled reservoir under internal pressure that grew and grew until it couldn't be contained any longer and at last erupted spectacularly. Because that girl's 'personal reservoir' really was filled to the brim with her 'personal fluid' and it really was under pressure from her detrusor and held inside only by her 'personal squeezing'. And the pressure just grew and grew until it was just unbearable, and the girl decided she just couldn't stand to keep holding it any longer, and as soon as she found just a bit of privacy and got her clothes out of the way she just let go of all that pressure and it just burst out, in a tiny but still spectacular 'personal eruption'. And watching that eruption from high above, Clarice was suddenly struck by what it really meant and her face fell to match Cam's and she whispered, "her sample..." More girls were running up beside the redhead now, joining her there in the alley and reaching under their tiny miniskirts for their tiny panties, pulling them down or just pulling them to the side, and just like that they were all letting go. "Their samples..." Clarice's face fell even more as she watched it, all the girls from the front row crowding in together, all their mighty gushing streams bursting out and flowing freely, all their precious samples spilling out all over the ground. "No way!" Cam cried out in petulant disbelief, "All of them!? And they were so close, too." She pouted, and Clarice sighed. Down there by the bathrooms she watched a few girls from the line hurrying over to hold up a couple of their coats in front of the alley, apparently in the hopes of preserving whatever modesty all the girls squatting there might have left. Then a girl from the line suddenly got out of line and ran over into the alley too, apparently pushed over the edge by the hissing and splashing sounds all those streams were making and left with no other choice but to join them and add her own stream. Another girl did the same, and then another, and Clarice started to think it would maybe be polite to look away. "It was just a little bit farther. Just a little bit longer!" Cam was saying. "Why couldn't they just hold it a litt-" "It's your own fault, you know," she looked away and lowered her binoculars to fix Cam with a skeptical glare, which Cam returned with indignation. Clarice went on, "You should've realized something like this might happen if you just bothered to think it all the way through." Once again, just like Clarice was afraid of, Cam once again hadn't quite thought through all the details of her experimental design. Clarice herself might not have seen it before either, but thinking about it now she could see exactly where everything went wrong. The first part of the plan worked out just perfectly, of course. With all those girls waiting in line they had plenty of volunteers who took their formula and signed their forms, and they all walked into the stadium with the formula in their systems. So when those volunteers took their seats to watch the game the formula was already passing through their kidneys and trickling into their bladders, helped along by Cam's selection of mildly diuretic juices. Then the game itself helped keep it there, keeping the volunteers motivated to stay in their seats and keep watching even as their bladders started to become uncomfortably full. And even when the halftime break gave them all a chance to get up and most of the volunteers took the chance to visit the bathroom, the ones in the front row stayed for their 'unofficial halftime show' and ended up missing their chance and just had to keep holding it. And after that the game just kept getting more and more exciting, so all those sports fans couldn't bear to miss any of it and they had to just keep holding it and holding it, until by the end of the game their bladders were just incredibly full and they could hardly hold it at all. And that was when things started to go wrong. They all had to go so very bad and their bladders all had to be so very very full that their samples were sure to be just extraordinary, just like Cam must have been hoping all along. And they got up and headed straight for the bathroom, just like Cam must have been planning for them to. But when they got to the bathroom and saw the enormous line there, far too long for any of them to ever hope to get through, they didn't keep going to the parking lot and the collection apparatus like Cam must have been expecting. If she just thought it through she might have realized that girls who had to go so very bad after holding it for so very very long weren't going to take the time to try to remember the port-a-potties they might vaguely recall seeing out there hours earlier, and they certainly weren't in any state to go searching for a bathroom either. In that state, as soon as those girls saw that line they must have felt their last flickering hopes of making it to the bathroom suddenly flicker out completely, leaving only undeniable and utterly merciless biological reality. Their poor bladders were just so unbearably full, and being so cruelly squeezed by their involuntary detrusors that they really were in immediate danger of involuntarily emptying themselves, and faced with that absolutely unthinkable possibility, those girls simply did the only thing that they could. They ran into the alley and they pulled down their panties and they all just let go, and just like that the extraordinary samples they had worked so hard to prepare came pouring out and spilled all over the ground. "Face it, Cam," she concluded after thinking it all through. "Your experiment was just poorly designed." Cam glared back, her face growing flushed and her mouth tightening in an even bigger pout as she tried to come up with a response. "It's not over yet!" she managed eventually. "There's still some of them left. They could still make it!" "Maybe so," Claire said with a shrug, raising her binoculars for another look. A sizable crowd was beginning to gather by the alley, some girls murmuring in sympathy while others snickered with derision and most of the guys were just trying to sneak a peek through the improvised curtain. Some other girls just pushed right past while pointedly ignoring both the alley and the crowd, and it looked like they were maybe headed to the parking lot where they would maybe find the apparatus set up there in time for it to maybe collect at least a few samples today. Some of the girls even looked uncomfortable enough that their samples might provide useful results, although certainly nothing like the samples that were forming those swirling puddles and joining into one big puddle while they all soaked into the ground of that alley. "I hope some of the make it at least, but we can't count on them now." If they were going to get a sample that could support their hypothesis, they were going to have to start over. But maybe not quite all the way over. "We'll pick up those samples later, like we planned. But in the meantime we should get another experiment ready." She put the binoculars away and started back down the steps, Cam following along sullenly. "Your general design should be usable with a little work. And I think I've already got some ideas of how to improve it."

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View File DLSL-393: OL Slipped a Diuretic, Desperate for Relief DLSL-393: New office lady who just took a diuretic. She wants to urinated but her boss won’t allow it. 2 Office ladies are slipped a diuretic and prevented from rushing to the toilet. They become desperate for relief during long rides in the car and going to meetings. Eventually, most of them make it to the toilet for desperately needed relief. Some are pushed past their limit and have accidents just before reaching the toilet. It has been a while, but I finally had a chance to post these videos and screenshots. All clips are 1920x1080 resolution. Enjoy. Submitter femdesp Submitted 12/07/2020 Category JAV Collections