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  1. A/N: As some of you may recall, in the fall of 2021, I started a story called "I think my boss needs to pee". What was originally going to be just two stories quickly grew to a great number, and encouraged me to write more and more. There was just one problem. When I looked back over my work, I came to realize that I didn't like how somethings turned out, and I wanted another shot at it. So I rewrote the first two chapters and have many more planned out this time. New characters, new backstories, and bolder interactions. I am keeping the original up for posterity, but this new thread is the only cannon story. Updates will be slow, but they will be worked on. Some of the tags relate to later parts. As always, feedback is not only encouraged but appreciated. Chapter 1.1 Mary-Ann laid still for a moment. Her morning alarm was blaring into her eardrums, but every muscle in her body wanted to stay in bed until she drifted back into sleep. She couldn't. She wouldn't. Today was the biggest day of her young career, and she'd be damned if she would oversleep today. She gingerly sat up, and switched off her alarm. Still in the dark, she stood. Guided by instinct, she shuffled towards the wall. Feeling around for the light switch made 4:30 feel like the darkest hour of the morning. She blinked rapidly in an attempt to adjust her eyes to the dark and took her long t-shirt off as she entered her bathroom. She tossed it in an opposite corner of the room and walked towards her toilet. Before she relived herself for the morning, she turned the shower on to let the water warm. Opening the toilet lid and quickly dropping her pink panties to the floor, she sat on the toilet, still groggy. Yawning, Mary-Ann started to pee. The sound of her slow stream hitting the toilet water was drowned out by rushing shower water, and she begun to twirl her shoulder length blonde hair. Today was going to be her arrival. The finale of nearly three years of arduous work. She had gone from drifting between office jobs and secretarial roles, barista and bartender, but now she finally found her calling. She was a mortgage officer, and now was one of the top in the nation. Soon, her steady flow of urine began to arc back towards her pussy, wetting her lips with the excess flow. In a moment, Mary-Ann was done. She sat and dripped as she thought about her tasks for the day. She had been aggressive in the real estate market, flipping houses and even buying her first rental property last year. However, the income earned from the small complex was hardly worth the constant calls. At first, the tenants would call her directly as the previous owner had neglected the apartments. The calls never stopped, at all hours of the day and night, rodents, water heaters, showers and more had been replaced, repelled and repaired. She had hired a property manager to take the calls off of her plate, but whenever an issue arose, her manager would call her before making a move, which delayed solutions and got in the way of her tenants' lives. Mary-Ann flushed and stepped into the shower. She'd clean the pee off of her privates with the showerhead. Once finished, she lathered her c-cup breasts and washed her body, mentally preparing for the biggest meeting of her life. A chance to own her own mortgage company lay ahead of her, it was the pearl of her life. The 10 and 12-hour days, the early months of being commission-only, when she made less than minimum wage; it was all about to pay off. This last meeting was all that was in the way. Taking the time to fantasize about her life before her, it took a while before Mary-Ann stopped the water flow and stepped out of the shower. Drying her 5' 10" frame was not an arduous task, but Mary-Ann was sure it took longer than most girls. She packed her gym clothes; a gray pair of spandex and a white top, and her office clothes. She quickly made her hair into a ponytail, walked her to the kitchen to fill her water bottle and left. ###################################### Karenna Bryant awoke, smacking her dry lips together. The sheets and the bed were cheap, but comfortable. What was strange to her, was the amount of light in the small apartment. It should have been darker than this. She looked over to the alarm clock. Seven. She was late. Very late. Damn it! Not today! Shit, shit! She contemplated skipping her shower that morning. But she hadn't showered yesterday either. She'd have to clean herself even just a bit. Today was her bosses big day, and potentially a massive boost for her career as well. Today was not the day to be late. A quick shower still took her too long. With little time to do her makeup, she was forced to forgo her routine morning pee. As soon as she was dressed in her grey suit pants, black belt and white blouse, Karenna was nearly out the door. Before exiting her small apartment, she grabbed a plastic water bottle from the refrigerator. Needing to beat Mary-Ann to work, she darted out the door, her heels clicking on the cement walkway outside her apartment. As she made her way to her car, Karenna regretted her haste. Her bladder was already asking for relief. ################################# What took Mary-Ann a moment was the process of applying professional makeup in a gym bathroom. Normally, she would have applied it at the office or at home on her non-workout days, but because this meeting started right 9, she had to change here. She had changed her panties, which were now a deep purple, and she pulled her pantyhose over them. A beige pencil skirt that dropped to her knees and a white blouse hid under her short blazer. After putting on her black heels, she admired herself in the mirror and remade her blonde hair into a low-professional bun. Her watch read seven-thirty, plenty of time to visit her favorite local coffee shop. It didn't take her long to get there, and she finished her second water from her tin water bottle. Two had been downed since her workout. The first scent that hit her was one of her favorites- fresh roasted coffee, and a lot of it. The morning rush appeared to have dwindled. All that was left were the amateur writers and college students. Mary-Ann walked right up to the counter with no line. The barista recognized her immediately. Hanna was always so sweet and friendly, her small stature made it appear as though Mary-Ann was much taller than she actually was. Her blue eyes met Mary-Ann’s green and their smiles were matched. "Mary-Ann! Can I get you the usual? Cute top by the way". Hanna seemed much more energetic than usual, she swayed from one foot to the other and bent her knees ever so often. While certainly not unwelcome to see such energy and vigor so early in the day, it was a bit out of character for the usually reserved girl. "Aw, thank you! Yeah, I'll have the usual. Had your coffee today?" Mary-Ann smiled wider; she was always happy to see others so gleeful. "Just been standing a while." Hanna turned towards the cappuccino machine to start Mary-Ann's order and crossed her legs. They were clad in light jeans. She put both hands on the machine's table and continued to bounce her knees. She looked a little sick and Mary-Ann couldn't help but worry. As the cappuccino machine's noise rang throughout the shop, Mary-Ann spoke up. "Are you sure you're alright?" Hanna turned back toward Mary-Ann; her light brown barista apron was bunched around her crotch. She smiled, forcibly, and tried to talk over the end of the machine's cycle. "Uh...yeah. I'm doing ok" Hanna crossed her legs again, and grabbed Mary-Ann's order. Mary-Ann took her wallet out of her purse and prepared to pay. As Hanna walked back up to the register she put Mary-Ann's order down and read her the total. Hanna sheepishly looked behind Mary-Ann, and upon seeing there was no one behind she whispered. "I'm really sorry but we're a little understaffed right now; and I really...really need to pee." As she got to the second "really" she bent her knees down again. As Mary-Ann heard the word pee, she felt a sympathetic twinge in her own bladder and felt terrible for the girl behind the counter. "I can wait a moment if you need to run- " "No! No, if that's all your getting, I'll ring you out" Hanna interrupted her a bit loudly. Mary-Ann paid with her card and put a twenty in the tip jar. She felt sorry for the poor girl, but there wasn't much she could do except give her a generous tip and leave the girl to hopefully find relief, with a lull in customers "H-have a nice... day" Hanna weakly called to her. Mary-Ann briefly turned and waved to her before heading out the door, back to her car. ################### The ride to the office was short, but as Mary-Ann pulled into a parking spot opposite the office doors, she felt her bladder give her another dull warning, but this time, it didn't leave; the two morning bottles of gym water had started to collect in her bladder and the cappuccino wasn't helping. As Mary-Ann entered her office doors, she was greeted by her protégé Karenna. "Hey boss, meeting room's ready." Karenna was an average built black woman, but she had accented her shoulder-length, straight black hair with dyed-red tips. Unaware of Karenna’s own desperation, Mary-Ann secretly wished the 23-year-old had been a little late. Their typical morning briefs would lead right up to nine o-clock, and if the room and Karenna were already good to go, she wouldn't be able to stop by their single person bathroom. Mary-Ann could only hope she would have time to relieve herself before her meeting. Karenna stood up from her desk and pressed down her grey suit pants. She gathered her notepad and filed in behind her boss into the small conference room. Before sitting down, she put down her things on the conference table and wiped a bit of fuzz off of her grey suit coat. Mary-Ann didn't need to know that Karenna had gotten there just minutes before and she still hadn't emptied her bladder, which she had now been nursing since she woke up. But the meeting in which she was mostly presenting didn't faze her. She had been in this position for eight months now, and she wasn't about to let her growing need interrupt such a tight schedule, especially today. She sat down at the conference table and Mary-Ann stepped up to the awaiting projector. A list of clients appeared on the screen as the projector adjusted itself. "Where do we stand on these?" Mary-Ann started "Jones and Richardson both are looking like they'll get underwritten today. I think we'll have issues with Wyatt though. They might have given us some bad info on the underwriting paperwork." As Karenna went into detail about each of the active clients, Mary-Ann discreetly crossed her legs and put her back to the wall. This action went unnoticed by Karenna, who had her own thighs pressed against each other. The two women continued to review the second page of active clients, and as they discussed a peculiar case in which the client had provided their proof of income from a job they left two weeks prior, Karenna felt her first serious wave of desperate pressure press against the walls of her shaved pussy. The additional effort that it took for her to hold her filled bladder caused her to hesitate mid-sentence "I can make that...mmhf...call today" Despite her growing desperation, Karenna was determined not to ask for a break. If this meeting dragged on too long, she could delay Mary-Ann, she wasn't about to do that. The only thing she was hoping for is that Mary-Ann didn't notice her situation. As she crossed her legs and subtly placed a hand against her crotch, Karenna finally admitted to herself, I need to pee Mary-Ann was also growing acutely aware of her own situation, and had begun to sway her hips in an attempt to ease some of the pressure that was developing in her bladder. While she was paying attention to what Karenna was saying, she was unaware of the equally desperate situation her protégé was in. The two continued to move the meeting forward, discussing where they were in terms of their goals for the year. Karenna at this point was pressing her backside down into the cushy office chair, the corner of the chair pressed into her crotch. Her calves were locked in place, as her heels and feet were supporting most of her forward weight, they were pointing towards each other to keep her thighs in place. When Karenna looked back up from her papers and finished her sentence, she noticed that Mary-Ann was crossing her legs and seemed to be more focused on the projected graph instead of what Karenna was saying. Mary-Ann's right arm was clutched against her left forearm, and as she swayed back and forth. Do we seriously both need to piss right now? The thought crossed Karenna’s mind as her boss hadn't responded to Karenna's statement yet. She seemed to be more so watching the clock than giving her undivided attention. Karenna spoke up "Your thoughts?" "Hmm? Oh, yeah, its fine. Good job today, Karenna. Is that all?" Karenna wasn't satisfied with the non-answer, but it was getting close to nine, and if she could get out a moment sooner to pee, she would take it. "I think that's it for now, I'll email you if any of this changes- I gotta step out for a second, your office should be set up." "I -uh, alright" Mary-Ann started a sentence, but Karenna had already stood and done a 180 towards the door. She walked back to her desk as fast and as discreetly as her heels would let her, her sensitive genitals as tight and contracted as she could get them. Throwing her meeting notes over her desk and craning her neck to briefly check Mary-Ann's office, which was in a windowed room behind her desk, Karenna made sure her boss had everything she needed. Karenna might have to piss like a racehorse, but she still had a job to do. She exhaled as the strain to stand on her tip toes caused her bladder to contact and a shiver involuntarily sent a hand to her crotch. Mary-Ann's office looked in order. Now slightly hunched over, Karenna hustled passed the front door, which was glass, and anyone in the parking lot could see her squirm in front of her desk. Starting to doubt that she was going to make it, Karenna walked quickly to the corner of the office space that housed the only bathroom. Karenna nearly ran into the white tiled room. With just a single toilet and a sink, she started to undo her black belt and turned her well-toned ass towards the toilet bowl, anticipating her long overdue release. In her haste, she pulled the belt too quickly and it stuck into place. She felt a wet drop touch her panties. Not wanting to wet her pants, Karenna used what was left of her strength to pull her belt forward and slowly undo it. As her fingers worked the tight belt, her legs shook. The strain of holding an entire morning's worth of pee was now solely on her tight and tiring bladder muscles. She could feel the first few drops slowly dribbling into her underwear. Finally her belt let go, she jammed her fingers into the waist band of her grey suit pants and flung them down to her knees, along with her panties. Before her butt had even touched the porcelain of the toilet seat, a thick, fat stream of piss shot out of her, splattering the back of the raised top before Karenna sat down in a huff, exhausted from the effort it took to avoid pissing her pants. A loud hiss filled the room as a clear-ish stream of hot urine drilled the water in the toilet bowl. Her pussy lips now dripping pee as well, having left her blue panties with a small dark patch. Her breathing slowed back to normal, but her stream stayed strong, and the aspiring black business women sat with her forearms on her thighs, trying to process her desperation and now incredible relief and get her head back to her work. Her stream seemed to slow for a moment, but Karenna contracted her bladder muscles again and the stream that was exiting her pee hole resumed with the same force that it had started with, and the hissing sound that was erupting from her thighs filled the room again. As her stream began to subside for a second time, she examined her panties. She ran her fingers though the fabric, and while it was slightly damp to the touch, they were more than serviceable. She was surprised at what a close call she just had and she sat back in relief. Her stream was just a slight trickle, but her muscles were still contracting, sending shivers from her pussy through the rest of her body. It felt good, in a way. Karenna's thoughts drifted back to work I really hope Mary-Ann was just checking the time... Karenna cut that train of thought short. She tried to convince herself that Mary-Ann was indeed just checking the time and making sure she wasn't late. This move was important for both of their careers, obviously that would weigh on her mind. I've seen her take back-to-back meetings for an entire day's work. She's sat through 3-hour licensing classes with a ton of coffee...there's no way. Karenna looked down at her own, now dripping pussy. Her pink wet skin contrasting with her dark outer lips. It's not like I didn't just think that I'd be fine. She wiped, flushed and pulled her pants back up. Reapplying her belt and checking her makeup in the mirror, she noticed that the back of her grey sport coat had gotten wet from her initial explosion. It fared the worst out of all her clothes, but it would dry before the days end, she was sure of it. Her thoughts drifted back to her boss for a moment. There's no way she needs to pee...right? Mary-Ann Adimari needed to pee. As she watched her young colleague rush out of the room, she pressed her hands against her skin, just above her burning genitals. It was tender, and her tight pencil skirt did little to assist her. Though it was a long skirt, which reached her kneecaps, it was becoming harder and harder to stand still. Her movements had nearly become involuntary, all made worse by the fact that she was in heels. She walked out of the conference room and entered her personal office. A slightly private area, its windows were against just one wall. They allowed her to be aware of what was happening outside her semi-private walls. Her bookcase, which served more as a prop for virtual meetings than actually useful books, was against the back wall, and the opposite wall partially served as a wet bar for closings. She had just refilled the alcohol shelf yesterday, and the different color liquids only served to mock her at this point. The deep red rug that spanned much of the floor gave the room a sophisticated atmosphere and played well with the walnut-colored bookshelves and mahogany desk. Mary-Ann wasn't paying attention to any of these details as she shoved her meeting notes onto her desk and trudged towards the bathroom in the main office space. She had maybe 30 seconds, but she was also starting to feel her now desperation to pee. She assumed Karenna was done as she approached the door, but the light wood was hardly sound proof. She was instead greeted by a such a loud sigh and a hissing sound that her mind instantly attempted to release her bladder muscles. The sound and sudden force of pressure baring down on her tight snatch caused Mary-Ann to shove her hands deep into her crotch and squeeze every muscle she possibly could. Her thighs and genital walls were all directed to halt the force liquid from soiling her clothes. Karenna clearly wasn't done, and Mary-Ann would be unfashionably late. She winced, attempted to straighten up, and walked back towards her office. As she sat down, some of the other financial partners and representatives from her current company were starting to join the meeting. Sitting in her black office chair, Mary-Ann turned her camera on, forced a smile, and hoped that she could pay attention for just an hour and a half. ############################ Karenna had been answering emails and making few morning calls from her desk while occasionally grabbing a drink from the water cooler outside conference room. Despite her close call this morning, she still needed to refresh ever so often and the short walk from her desk to the water cooler was enough to give her mind a quick rest. What helped the day go by the fastest however was the occasional inbound call. For a better connection, they still used landlines, so she could also fiddle with the cord while she talked. It was like her grandmother's old phone when she was growing up, and a little burst of nostalgia was all she needed sometimes. This time, when it rang, it was a local realtor, looking to connect with Mary-Ann. After the two set a time and a day, Karenna hung up and looked back through the glass at her boss. From where she was sitting, Mary-Ann appeared to be focused on her meeting, and Karenna immediately felt better about her own relief this morning. She hadn't forced her boss into an uncomfortable position and she felt her dash for the restroom was justified. Mary-Ann was attempting to look professional, but she was as stiff as a statue. Her bladder felt like a rock, and she rubbed her free hand across the tense area. It felt as though every muscle was active in a desperate struggle against herself. No longer was her bladder simply suggesting that she find a time to relieve it, it was now demanding she do so. Sarah, Mary-Ann’s lawyer and acquaintance was in the middle of negotiating Mary-Ann out of her current contract, something that the other two men present in the meeting weren’t allowing to happen easily. The meeting was starting to appear as though it was was going to drag on. Mary-Ann crossed her legs. She hoped they would take a break soon. ################################ The front door swung open and Karenna immediately broke into a smile. Her best friend proudly strode through the door with a jovial smile plastered on her round face. Her bright brown eyes put her youth on display, helped by her long, black braided hair. "Hey girlie! Surprise!” She presented a small box from behind her back. It was wrapped neatly in a bow and Karenna took it from her graciously. Getting up from her desk, Karenna gave Nia a friendly hug. "Oh my gosh Nia! Thank you so much! What is it?" "I was in town for a game and thought of you when I saw it. Open it!" Karenna did as Nia asked and slowly opened the box. A small silver necklace with a pendent stood out against the dark interior. Karenna took it out and put it on. Now Karenna was the one with a wide smile on her face. “You didn’t have to.” She said quietly, her emotions taking hold. “But I wanted to.” Nia reached back over Karenna’s desk for a friendly hug. "Is Mary-Ann here today?" Nia asked innocently "She is, but she's in a super important meeting, I'll be sure to let her know you stopped by though." “Would she mind if we hung out for a little?” Karenna looked towards Mary-Ann’s office. Her boss looked engaged in her meeting. Turning back to Nia, Karenna suggested “Yeah I guess we could talk for a little.” Motioning for her friend to follow her, Karenna led Nia into one of the conference rooms, excited to catch up with her friend. Mary-Ann was still trying to present herself as a power broker, but in her mind, she was very obviously rocking back and forth in her chair. Her knee was lifted towards her chest in an attempt to alleviate the pressure. She one hand plastered against her crotch. Mary-Ann no longer knew what they were talking about, and at this point was blindingly agreeing to the documents presented online, Sarah marking every initial down. Her jaw was locked in an attempt to remain composed, but her labored breathing gave her situation away. She hoped that her microphone hadn't picked anything up. She didn't think that she had leaked yet, but her strained muscles were starting to produce a sweat. Mary-Ann couldn't tell anymore. All she wanted was to pee. Just not in front of the present company, or with any audience really. Nia took a seat at the head of the table in the conference room and Karenna took the chair to her right. Playfully rotating the office chair from side to side, Nia asked “So…you made it. White-collar Karenna, huh?” Karenna scoffed “Hey, it beats working at that burger place. To be honest, I’m not sure why she even took me in.” “Who? Mary-Ann?” Karenna nodded “It’s not like I have experience. Or qualifications.” “She had to have seen something in you.” Karenna looked at the ground. “I lied on the application.” “And?” “And if Mary-Ann ever found out, I’m sure she’d fire me on the spot.” “Or she doesn’t care and thinks you’re the right person for the job.” Karenna looked up, then out the window, not responding. Nia knew better than to ask her friend to have some confidence, but she wished Karenna would at least have some. Her friend looked back at the ground, sparking Nia’s curiosity “Something else on your mind?” Karenna looked up, her eyes giving her away. Nia has seen it before. It always looked cute. Karenna’s eyes would widen, showing her whites. She’d almost look like a dog that had done something wrong. “It’s…ah it’s nothing” Karenna looked out the window again, then at the table. “Kar…” “No! Really! It’s stupid.” “Seems like you want to talk about it.” Karenna looked at Nia, then back down at the floor, moving her chair back and forth. She sighed. “You’re gonna laugh at me.” “Will I?” Nia asked, almost offended that her best friend would even think such a thing Karenna paused. “I…I kind of have…” Karenna spoke quietly, Nia leaned forward to hear it. “I kind of have a crush on her…” Nia giggled as she leaned back “Aww! Kar’s in love?” Karenna looked away and folded her arms “I knew telling you was stupid.” Nia leaned forward and touched Karenna’s thigh, just above her kneecap. “Kar, c’mon. You know I’m here for you. So you have a little crush, what’s the big deal?” “The deal is that it’s stupid-” “You’ve said that a hundred times now.” The two went quiet as Karenna searched for her words. She spoke again. “She's probably not into girls. Much less me. I mean if she was…she’s like a super model. She could have anyone.” “And you’re not?” “I’m me. A nerd who just has a silly office crush.” Silence between the two. Nia wanted nothing more than to grant some sort of confidence towards her friend. Maybe some humor would help. “Nice ass?” “Who?” Nia gave a sly smile. Karenna knew who she meant, lifting her hand to her mouth in embarrassment as she admitted “Oh! Y-yeah…she does…” Nia giggled “You been looking?” Karenna’s eyes dropped, she had a small smile on her face, enjoying her friends playful teasing. “She’ll bend over my desk to get something, or restock the printer. And when she does...” Karenna’s voice went low “I could die and go to heaven” Nia smiled, swaying back and forth in her chair. Nonchalantly she grabbed one of the free pens sitting on the table. She spoke, her tone getting a little more serious “Do you think I’m pretty?” Karenna furrowed her brow. “Sure. You know that ” “And you’ve had me. How’s she any different?” Nia fiddled with the pen “She’s my boss. And besides…it’d be too awkward. I-I can’t.” Nia shrugged. “You can’t even tell her she’s pretty? Drop a hint or two?” Karenna shook her head and looked at the ground. “It’ll pass. It’s just a silly crush.” The two returned to silence for a moment. Nia spoke first “Well it’s been great, but I should get going. Seriously. Maybe she’d be into you. Give it a shot.” “Thanks.” Karenna smiled as she stood. It was nice reconnecting with her longtime friend, and Karenna stretched. It had been quite the morning, but the afternoon was looking to be a smooth close to the day. After a hug, the two friends left the conference room, with Karenna moving towards her desk and Nia towards the door. As Karenna got to her chair, Nia stopped just before the door and turned back around. "Actually, um...Do you mind if I use the bathroom real quick?" "You know what?" Karenna smiled slyly, joking with her friend “What if I said no?” Nia smiled back, but her voice was serious. As she spoke, her hand, which was balled into a fist was gently place at the crotch of her jeans. “Kar, I've actually have been waiting awhile.” She jiggled her thighs “Please?” Karenna pointed her towards the bathroom door and watched her friend walk causally towards it. It was on her mind after their conversation, and Karenna couldn’t help but sneak a look at the butt of Nia jeans as she walked by. Her friend really did have a nice ass. Karenna then turned a little red. She quickly heard an audible hiss and spray from the bathroom, followed by a sigh from her friend. Her mind went back to her adventure this morning. Now that Mary-Ann had been in her meeting for a while, she only hoped that her boss was in a good spot. ##################################### Mary-Ann was locked in a desperate battle against herself and her overfilled bladder. Every muscle was in full force. Tense. Locked. Active. Unable to remove her hand from her crotch, she was gripping her self as tightly as she could. She felt clammy. Almost sick. Her legs trembled, each muscle moving involenterily with the strain of holding back her stretched bladder. She hurt. Mary-Ann’s teeth were gritted, her lips locked as she tried desperately to keep her pee from bursting out of her. She nearly considered peeing in one of her wet bar glasses. Mary-Ann was sure they couldn't handle two of her gym water bottles and a cappuccino, but it was better than peeing in front of the CEO of one of the largest mortgage companies in the nation, her attorney and business broker. That very real fear was the only thing that was keeping her water in at this point, and even that was failing. With just a few minutes left in the meeting, Mary-Ann lost a spurt of pee into her panties and her shaking legs were attempting to close the now burst dam, but now that it had started, she was afraid that it wouldn't stop. But another minute passed. The last page. It was here. Freedom. One more initial and she could have her empire and her salvation. She leaked again. The shock caused her to inhale and she gripped her mahogany desk. With every fiber of her being, she willed her pee-hole closed. Yes. She told Sarah to sign off on the last NDA. She lost again, this time a jet of pee, with a stream thick enough to tickle her closed, burning genital walls. The front of her beige pencil skirt now sported a small dark stain. But it was over, the greatest meeting of her life was over. She might just make it. The virtual meeting was ending. The first man dropped off the call, then the other. Quickly, only Sarah remained. Mary-Ann felt as though she was drowning. The weight of her full bladder pulling her down in a sea of despair. She was struggling to breathe. Her legs, clad in pantyhose, were curled around each other like a vine. Twisted and tense, they attempted to hold back the deluge of hot piss in her tender bladder. It was no use. Mary-Ann felt a hot jet of piss spray into her panties. She gasped, her twisted legs parting under the desk. “Everything ok?” Sarah asked “I-ah…um…” Mary-Ann looked down A constant leak into her panties had begun. The clear, glistening liquid was starting to darken her chair below her. She could feel the searing heat against her crotch. Mary-Ann made a desperate plea, using the last of the strength to muster a statement. “I…need the bathroom…” Mary-Ann’s voice shook with the rest of her trembling body “Yeah me too. You can wait.” Sarah either didn’t care or wasn’t aware of Mary-Ann’s plight. Mary-Ann was just able to regain control. She could feel the damp wetness of her skirt against her butt, her now soaked panties clinging to her privates. And through it all, she saw a way out. As Sarah droned on about the contract Mary-Ann had just gotten out of, confidence suddenly stuck Mary-Ann. Maybe she could make it. She had leaked and spurted enough into her underwear that the urgent feeling was starting to dissipate. She had hope. And that was all she needed. Finally Sarah ended her thoughts and wished Mary-Ann a good day before dropping off of the meeting. She had no idea the fight that Mary-Ann had been in for the duration, nor the throbbing pain of her full bladder. Mary-Ann for her part had no idea of the effort she was about to expend. Standing from her damp seat, Mary-Ann attempted to walk from her desk, but the weight of her pent up pee pushed down hard, the force of gravity crushing her now tired muscles. A sudden, heavy, sharp pain stabbed her in the back. The mass of her filled bladder crushing her tired peehole. It felt as though every liquid she had consumed that day was pressing to leave. The agony of her full bladder was not lost on the rest of her body. She shook as she bent down, sweaty, tired and exhausted. Mary-Ann bit down on her lip, hard enough that she could have drawn blood. Gripping her desk, she crossed her legs and attempted to stand. She just lost another spirt. This one made through her pantyhose and dripping onto the rug below. As she stood again, now slowly and slightly bent at the knee, Mary-Ann lost another jet of pee. And then another. Finally, she stood. Slightly bent forward, unable to stand fully. The pressure and searing pain screaming at her to relent. She wouldn’t. Her hand jammed into the crotch of her business skirt, Mary-Ann used what was left of her dignity and her strength to walk towards the door. That’s when she had an idea. The trashcan just on the other side of the door. She could rip her pantyhose down and her panties to the side. She could do it. She was so close. Each step sent a stinging pain through her body. Each movement a herculean task. But she was close. She walked by the wet bar, both shot gasses too small for the ocean of pee inside her. Her eyes bore into the small container willing her to walk through her affliction. The door swung open. It was Karenna. The sudden movement startled Mary-Ann. She gasped. It was followed by a seeping warmth into her underwear. “Hey boss! I saw you were offline. Valerie called to set up a meeting and-” Karenna was thrown off by her bosses response. Her voice was weak, hardly audible. “I…I’m s-s…sorry…” In the confusion, Karenna went quiet. Her silence was quickly pierced by a sudden tapping. It was foreign to her ears. Karenna subtily tilted her head in an effort to understand what was going on. Something caught her eye. She looked down. A dark patch was appearing on the rug at her boss’s feet. It was expanding slowly. Karenna’s eyes followed the clear droplets of liquid, her brain slowly putting together what was going on. As their eyes met, Mary-Ann nearly closed hers, tears forming in her eyes. Karenna put it together. Her jaw dropped in shock. Mary-Ann was peeing her panties. It started quick, the first stream finally breaking through her panties and splashing loudly onto the rug. She gripped the heim of her beige skirt in a feeble attempt to deny what was happening. Her face burned red in embarrassment, the only sound was her pent up pee ruining her rug with a dull splash. She looked down again. What she was doing hit her. Her pantyhouse were ruined. Wet streaks had formed down her legs where her pee had started to pool in her heels. Hot pee was dripping out the sides of her heels, and dribbling out onto a growing stain on her rug.Mary-Ann desperately tried cut off the flowing urine from her now hissing snatch. She jammed her hand back into her crotch, now soaked and warm. The pain of her attempt was unreal. It felt like her entire urinary system had bucked against her wishes to stop peeing. For all of her strife, it only weakened her flowing piss. She could no longer stop it, or even attempt to. Her body had gone too far and was too tired to bend to her will anymore. She realized that now. Giving in to her most basic need, she conceded that all she wanted was relief. Her legs shook, glistening as hot piss ruined her pantyhouse. Clear droplets splattered everywhere, dripping all over her rug. Mary-Ann Adimari, one of the top mortgage producers in the nation, now owner of her own mortgage company, was uncontrollably wetting her panties on her office floor. But Mary-Ann was too busy enjoying the emptying of her overfilled bladder into her panties to care. She didn't care about the rug she was soiling. She didn't even care that Karenna was witness to her hissing pee rushing out of her tired labia. As the many different rivulets made their way from the seat of her skirt to the rug, Mary-Ann bent forward. Her shaking knees and labored breath evidence of her defeat. Even as her rusing pee began to subside, its damage was done. Mary-Ann couldn’t bare to open her eyes as her continued to ruin her rug and undergarments in equal measure. Karenna could hardly process what she was seeing. Her boss, her secret crush, was a shaking, wet mess. Karenna wanted to hug her. To mother her. Tell her it was okay. Another feeling came over her. She knew what feeling it was. A grotesque perverted feeling of excitement. She scolded herself, and remained silent. Her bosses office was quiet. The rushing storm of her boss’s held urine now passed. Only the occasional drip from her ruined undergarments remained. Mary-Ann wanted to scream in relief. She was done peeing. The end to her torment was immeasurable. It was as if she had just experienced the most intense orgasm ever. A cold shiver ran down her spine. Her stream had begun to stopped, her over saturated panties dripped the excess urine down into her soaked skirt and small beads of pee rolled down her thighs. Mary-Ann swallowed hard, feeling the tears in her eyes. Ahe briefly wanted to masturbate. In a fleeting moment she imagined herself ripping through her pantyhose and rubbing her clit like a crazed animal. But reality quickly set in. Mary-Ann was saturated from the waist down in her own pee. She had completly lost control in front of her only employee, and had just ruined a very expensive rug. She had no words. No excuse, no escape. Her emotions set in. She wanted to cry. She wanted to run. She didn’t. She couldn’t. She stood as still as a statue, not a word spoken between the two women. Until Karenna spoke. Her quiet, soft voice still cut Mary-Ann sharper than any knife could. "Did you.. um...did, you just pee your pants?" A/N: So what did you think of the new first chapter? How did it compare to the old? What are your hopes for this new cannon? Feel free to let me know in the comments!
  2. I'm starting to move through the decades here, and I think I've hit something marginally more relevant than mid-90s Nerdtests. Here's the link. https://uquiz.com/ODebT1 It plays similarly to the other one, though it is a bit longer. Enjoy!
  3. So the night started off innocent enough. I work tomorrow and I don't care to play on work nights. I was laying in bed and I suddenly had to pee, but I couldn't get up and go to the bathroom because my husband was using it. I had 3 options, pee on the floor, pee in the bed, or grab a diaper and put it on. In the spirit of being a good girl, I grabbed a diaper to not make a mess. Well, once I put it on I decided to see how long I could hold it while relaxing and listening to waterfall sounds. I now sit in a ver soggy diaper, still desperately needing to pee.... I think I made a mistake 😅
  4. Video is pretty self explanatory 🫢 anyways, had to pee so so bad this morning and I had some time to kill, so after holding my morning bladder and extra water and Gatorade on top of it, I let go! Enjoyyyy. 20231019_111704 (1).mp4
  5. hi! this is my first post here :D. so i was holding for some time, and before this came a LOT of squirming while playing stardew valley and a few leaks here and there. I couldn't hold it any longer, and i think if i hadn't let go then, it would have happened ~5 minutes after the fact. the jeans i'm wearing here are generally a little loose around the waist, but you can see how much I had in <33! let me know what y'all think!! IMG_3432.mov
  6. Hey, this my first time making a post like this but I thought I’d share. Hope y’all enjoy 🙂 First things first I’m a driver, collecting and delivering cars to people etc so I’m used to having to hold a little bit pretty regularly. Little did I know how dangerous the situation was gonna be today. As I’m a driver I pretty much survive off caffeine, 2 cans of monster a day is the developing addiction at the minute. I’d got an hour journey back to work which turned into just shy of 2 hours due to a shit load of traffic on the motorway. Without realising this I had already demolished my first can of monster, what a big mistake that nearly turned out to be! Out of nowhere it hit me all at once and that was it. I needed to go asap. Fortunately I am starting to develop relatively good road knowledge so I knew I could take a detour round some country lanes to try and cut out the majority of the traffic. Unfortunately though, the back roads in question were as bumpy as could be, of course they would when I needed a smooth ride! That didn’t help my case in the slightest. Now, I consider myself a fast (but somewhat safe) driver, but Jesus I don’t remember the last time I sent it that hard. I was struggling to concentrate on the road with me needing to go so bad. Either avoiding bumps and potholes or jamming my free hand against myself if there were some that were unavoidable. It started getting agonising and I was starting to panic. Especially as I still had multiple other runs to do and wet shorts wouldn’t have been ideal. Thankfully I knew the services weren’t far away so I put my foot down and did what I could to get there as quickly as possible. As I pulled into the car park a huge wave hit me and I felt a spurt fly out of me and I froze. Thankfully work uniform is all black so nothing came through. I managed to regain enough control and concentration to park the car and collect my phone and vape. I jumped out of the car and bang, another spurt, a big one! I just looked down and saw a small stream roll out the bottom of my shorts onto my shoes. Trying to act natural I power walked my way into the services and thankfully found an open cubicle. My god what a relief when I finally let go. My stream must’ve been going for a solid minute and the force it came out with was nearly powerful enough to crack the ceramic! Once Niagara had finally stopped falling I assessed the damage. I good tennis ball sized wet patch on my black boxers. Thankfully nothing on my shorts though. I can’t say I’ve ever been that desperate unless I wanted to be but the worrying part was the wet boxers and relief felt so damn good. I just can’t risk accidents at work! Sorry it’s a pretty long read, hope everyone enjoyed!
  7. Heya all, Vaine here. Phew, that's uhh, quite the title hmm? This is a story that I've had in my head for a long time. Since about 2015 I'd say. I'd never written it before cus well, it's fucking dark and highly sexual, something of which isn't allowed on most sites where you post stories. Anyway I'll just say that the biggest influences for this story are Overlord, Star Wars... and uh yeah I guess whatever has multiverses in it could be considered an influence as well. Although that's just some technology/lore within the story and not exactly influenced by anything specific. But anyway, this story is basically an "epic fantasy/sci-fi adventure" story, with sex scenes and pissing thrown in for good measure, along with other kinks. If you're looking for a quick fap or clit rub this probably isn't the tale for you. But if you want something a little more "serious" rooted in a crap-ton of lore then you may enjoy this. I will warn you all ahead of time. The start of this story is dark and deeply disturbing. It's not meant to be enjoyed in a sexual way although if you do I won't hold it against you. I asked the mods ahead of time if my story would be ok to post on here, since it features alot of graphic violence, at least early on. I got the go ahead from Kyuu so hopefully they won't get in trouble if this story does indeed get me into it lol. Either way if you're cool with that then I hope you enjoy this. I really care about this character, a lot, so much so that my profile is named after her, if you somehow didn't notice. I hope you'll enjoy the story as much as I will when I finally put it onto paper. Well, digital paper. ~ Much Love, Vaine Steele. Table of Contents Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4
  8. “Sara?” “What!?” “I can see your potty face” “No you can’t! I…I don’t have to potty! Not at all!” “It’s okay, sweetie. You can just let it all out” “I told you, I don’t…I don’t…mmf!”. With a loud fart, Alec watched as Sara squatted, wrapping her arms around her waist. As Alec watched, the back of Sara’s white panties expanded as a mound of mess pushed its way out of her. “No! Don’t- nngh!-come out! I don’t wanna-Mmf!-have an accident! I…I can’t stop!”. Sara fully squatted now, pushing with all her might as a huge mass of brown, mushy poop exploded out of her, staining the back of her panties a deep brown. Luckily, she didn’t have to pee, or there would have been a puddle on the floor. Sara let out a long breath as a huge fart escaped her. She continued pushing, adding more and more to the mess underneath her butt. Her panties began to be pushed off her skin, as the mess became too big for them to contain. “Nggh…big…big poopy!” “And you said you didn’t have to potty?” “Gotta…make big poopies”. Sara continued her farty mess as more and more brown mush piled up underneath her. Then, with one last sigh of relief and a huge fart, Sara finished. Standing, she quickly faced her butt away from Alec, covering it with her hands. “See? I didn’t have to poopy!”. Alec couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Sara pouted angrily. Then, Alec saw a small tear form at the corner of her eye. He instantly stopped laughing, rushing over to her. “Daddy…*hic*-I thought I was a big girl! B-but I-*hic*-couldn’t stop pooping! I…I”. Sara devolved into small sobs. Alec gently wrapped his arms around the back of her head, cuddling her to his chest. Sara slowly calmed down. Messing underwear had always been a trigger for her little side to come out. From what he saw of it, Alec knew that her little side was an adorable toddler aged girl who desperately wanted to be grown up, but couldn’t no matter how hard she tried. Despite this, Sara had wanted to try pooping in panties that day. Alec had allowed it, but now he was starting to rethink it. “Sweetie, it’s okay. It’s okay. You are a big girl. You just couldn’t make it this once. That doesn’t mean you can’t make it to the potty ever again, does it?” “N-n-no” “You're right. Of course you can make it! You have before. It’s okay to have some poopy underwear once in a while”. Sara stopped her crying, hugging Alec back. “And I have to say. You made an amazing poop there, sweetie. I’m proud of you for letting that all out. Such a good girl. Well, a good and very stinky girl”. Sara grinned. “It’s okay to be a stinky girl this one time?” “Yes sweetie. It’s okay”. Sara let out a happy cheer. “I’m a stinky girl! I’m a big stinky girl with a big poopy mess in her underwear!”. Alec let go of Sara as she stood, one arm raised to the sky. Then, she turned. “Daddy, how big is it? My poopy?” “Well, it’s pretty big” “I wanna make it bigger!” “I can’t hold it anymore! I have to poop so bad!”. Hands on her messy behind, Sara danced from side to side, desperately trying to hold in her mess. But she knew it was alright to just poop then and there. “I’m going poopy!,” Sara yelled as she squatted down. Feeling the great pressure in her stomach, Sara pushed as hard as she could. A huge, wet fart exploded from Sara’s butt as a huge mound of brown mess blew out from her. “Mmf! I’m having such a big-nngh!-poopy accident! I’m such a-ah!-stinky girl!”. The babyish words helped Sara get into the right place, as she pushed even harder, filling her full panties with a huge blob of mess. The poop continued to flow out from her, until her panties couldn’t take it any longer. The mess began to travel up towards Sara’s crotch, filling the bottom and front of her panties as more poop continued to explode into the back of them. Sara couldn’t take it anymore. The feeling of her underwear being so full, the babyish words of desperation and the feeling of such a huge, warm mess made Sara go crazy. Sticking one hand inside of her panties, sara began to rub furiously. The reaction was almost instant. Within only 30 seconds, Sara climaxed, falling on her side even as more poop continued to flow into her panties. Then, she was done. Standing again, Sara felt behind her. In the back, Sara felt a lump the size of several baseballs. It was such a huge turn on. “Ah…ah…such a big…mess. I had to go so bad…I pottied in my panties…” “You definitely did”. Sara felt an arm wrap around her shoulders as a hand squished the back of her panties. “Such a very good girl, making a huge, poopy mess in her undies for daddy”. Sara smiled. “It was…so good…I had to poopy so badly…” “I could tell. These things look about to burst! Here, let me get you some more”. Leaving the living room, Alec walked quickly down the hall into their shared room, returning several seconds later with an opaque package. Reaching inside, Alec removed 2 extra pairs of white panties. “Lift your leg up, sweetie. These should help”. Sara complied, lifting one leg for Alec to slide up both pairs. Sara inserted her leg into the other hole, and Alec pulled them up with an audible squish. Sara breathed heavily as her cheeks grew bright red. “Is my little girl feeling better?” “Y-yes” “Come here”. Sara walked to Alec, who had sat on the couch. “Come sit in my lap”. Sara complied, placing her messy butt into the small hole between Alec’s folded legs. Alec placed Sara’s head on his shoulder, feeling her heartbeat through his neck. “My little girl always makes the biggest messes, doesn’t she? You deserve a reward, don’t you?” “Yes! Yes, please!” “But it’s not that type of reward. I know you already had that just a couple minutes ago. But this should feel good nonetheless”. Sara closed her eyes, listening to Alec breathe. Then, she felt the hand on her butt. The hand moved, pushing, spreading the mess out until every crevice was full of it. Sara gasped, clinging to Alec tightly as her whole body went on edge. It was such a massive turn on. It felt so unbelievably good. Sara felt herself unconsciously reaching for her panties, on the verge of pushing herself to another orgasm. But Alec’s voice stopped her. “No no, baby girl. You already did that earlier. You need to wait at least until bedtime. Just relax…and let yourself feel good”. Sara closed her eyes, taking Alec’s advice. It did feel good. But even so, the desire remained. Eventually though, the desire faded out as Sara let Alec rub her messy butt. As Sara lay there, she began to feel tired. ‘It wouldn’t hurt for me to just fall asleep here…’. Sara closed her eyes, even as Alec continued. In only a half minute, Sara was fast asleep. Alec laughed quietly seeing Sara’s sleeping form. He hadn’t expected it, but the two huge messes combined with the day’s emotional exhaustion must have taken a toll on her. Alec had been in little space before, and he knew how draining it felt to stay like that, especially after pooping or experiencing a big emotion like Sara’s sadness. “Alright, sweetie. I’ll try not to wake you up, but we need to get you changed,” Alec said quietly. Placing his arms underneath Sara, Alec lifted her up. Walking down the hall towards the bedroom, Alec couldn’t help but give one last squeeze. Sara twitched, then settled, breathing deeply. Alec had underestimated how hard she had been sleeping. A change wouldn’t be difficult if she was asleep after all. Opening the door, Alec walked Sara over to the changing table. He quickly removed her now very soiled panties. Alec briefly considered keeping them and putting them back in the wash, but one look told him that they were too far gone. He tossed them in the trash. Opening the pack of wipes, he quickly wiped Sara down, eliciting a quiet whimper from her as the cold touched her skin. Alec threw the now dirty wipes in the trash, picked her up and carried her over to the bed. Alec pulled back the covers and slid Sara under them. Checking his watch, Alec saw that it was only 5:27. Even so, such an early sleep was the key to not feeling like death the next morning. Alec would probably play some Warframe until at least 9, then go to bed with Sara. Leaning down, he planted a soft kiss on her forehead. “Goodnight, baby girl”.
  9. Hello all, I'm finally writing fiction again! This story revolves around Alissa, a nurse who recently began working at a hospital. She would spend the day observing the staff in the ultrasound room, and feel something entirely new to her as the day went on! This story contains nudity and sexual scenarios. Slowly waking up, Alissa rubber her eyes before stretching her long slender arms towards the ceiling. She took a moment to admire her perfectly sculped red nails before looking over at the alarm clock. 5:15AM, 15 minutes before her alarm. This left her with 2 hours and 15 minutes before she needed to leave to go to work. She pushed the covers off of her, revealing her tall, slender body, which came in at 6' 2" of perfection. She turned off her alarm for the morning and grabbed the set of blue nurses scrubs she had set aside the night before. She was so excited for her first shift doing something more than just paperwork and online learning courses! Her long, straight, brown hair flew behind her as she ran to the bathroom, starting the water for her shower. Then it hit her... Her body would not let her forget that she did not use the restroom the night before, and it was currently creating a hell of an urge to pee! She closed her legs, her blue eyes squinting as she contracted her holding muscles and bent forward, pushing a hand hard against her crotch as she continued to play with the knobs on the shower. She needed the water to be the right temperature, but she needed to pee right away! She settled for close enough, rushing in and barely pulling the shower curtain closed as her flood gates burst open, unleashing a torrent of golden liquid down the area between her open legs and onto the shower floor! Something about the sound of her stream crashing into the tub always turned her on, and she grabbed her breasts and moaned as she continued to unleash the night's contents! Unfortunately, the moment was short lived. Once her stream ended and the relief faded into comfort, her cheeks stopped burning and her body snapped out of its hot, kinky horniness. Finally, she had the chance to set the temperature EXACTLY where she wanted it! She started with her hair, running her fingers through it and making sure there were no clumps before she applied her fancy shampoo. The fancy shampoo she had was excellent, it always did more than expected in just a single use. Long gone were the days of washing her hair twice! And the conditioner? Oh yeah, the peppermint scented conditioner always made her hair radiate with the most exquisite of scents! As for her face wash, she used a mint scented face scrub that did a wonderful job of complimenting the scent of her peppermint shampoo! Her body wash was an unscented scrub that always produced the best bubbles against every inch of her skin! She only needed a couple droplets on a wash cloth and she could do her arms, chest, stomach, and back (with the help of a long brush with the wash cloth wrapped around it). She preferred unscented body washes, as it meant she could choose which perfume to use that day without having to worry about whether or not it would go with her body wash. Alissa squeezed the extra water out of her hair before stepping out of the shower and grabbing her towel. She always started with her face, moving the towel in delicate swirls as to not make her skin red or itchy while it was still sensitive from the steam of the shower. Next, she took the towel to every inch of her body, delicately removing all the moisture from her entire exterior before blow drying her hair. As per her usual, she used the blow dryer on low heat for a moment to get her hair to a partially damp state, then she ran a wide bristled comb through it before putting her panties and bra on. Finally, she finished drying her hair and positioned it perfectly before applying dry shampoo to keep it pristine all day long! Before putting the rest of her clothes on, she applied a few sprays of her favorite dirty vanilla perfume! At long last, she pulled her nurses scrubs over her head and applied her hairspray, followed by sliding her scrub pants up her perfectly slender legs and setting the zipper and button. Finally, she looked at herself in the mirror and applied a very minimal amount of makeup before giving herself the mental thumbs up of a morning well spent. She walked downstairs, preparing herself dippy eggs, fried has browns, bacon, orange juice, and a small glass of chocolate milk. After downing her breakfast and washing her dishes and cookware, she made her morning deposit in the toilet and came back downstairs to watch TV for a bit. Pressing the large red button, her favorite show came on the big screen! "Oh, I love this episode!" She said, her eyes fixed on the tall muscular man wrestling a bear, and winning! She never knew why, perhaps it was just how all the stars were ripped to hell and back, but she'd been hooked on World's Biggest Musclehead since it started 5 years back. It didn't matter how many times the episodes repeated, they were well worth watching. At least, until her phone went off. It was her alarm, time to get moving for work. She got in her Honda Civic and turned the radio on before turning the key. One of her favorite talk shows was on. Today's topic was how to lose weight without giving up your favorite foods. She definitely didn't need to lose weight, but she always memorized what the techniques were, and would use bits and pieces of them to keep herself right at the perfect weight. This sort of love for her lifestyle is what fueled her passion to help others, and vice versa. When she was pleased like this, even the traffic didn't bother her. She arrived to work 25 minutes before her shift began and started conversations with her new coworkers. She was just so excited she could hardly contain herself! Topics ranged from health to boyfriends to what cars they drove to what they were doing after work, and before anyone knew it, they were out of time. Time to get to work. Alissa fluffed her hair and opened the door to her supervisor's office to report in for the day. The morning introductions only took a few minutes, and then she was off! She was part of team B, a 2 person team working in ultrasound room 2. Here, she would get to comfort pregnant women, talk about the wonders of life, giggle about how cute all the babies looked, etc etc... What she didn't expect was what would happen right away... The door burst open, revealing a young woman bouncing in place as she spoke in a rushed manner. "I'm sorry, but can you do this quickly? They kept me waiting SOOO LOOOONG and I have to pee SOOOOO BAAAAAD!" The words flew out of the young lady's mouth before anyone really got a good look at this 22 year old beauty! She was quickly sat down and told that she would have to lie flat, and that for certain parts of the test, she would need to remain still. It became obvious that this information hit the young lady like a freight train, causing her excited face to briefly contort into one of worry... "Don't worry, these tests don't take long. We'll have you out of here and on your way to the bathroom in no time!" Said Alissa, putting the gel on the paddle and handing them over to Kristen, a more experienced coworker who would be the one actually performing the ultrasound. The young lady pressed her knees together and tried to hide the worry on her face... "I hope you're right..." She muttered, realizing the situation she was in. Her mother forced her to bring spare clothes, and she had protested the entire morning, but now, she might be glad that she listened to her mother... The pressure within her continued to grow. Apple juice, milk in her cereal, a tall glass of water before she left, the water they gave her in the waiting room, and the 90 minutes they kept her waiting... It all wanted out, and the only thing between her and relief was a test that supposedly would be quick, and a dash to the nearest toilet. To pass the time, conversations started about how the equipment worked, what the two nurses do outside of work, and what this young lady had planned for the rest of her day. Truth is, this was her plan for the day. She was so excited to see the growing baby within her, she hadn't even considered that there was a whole second half of the day... Maybe she'd go out with friends, maybe she'd cook one of her signature dishes, maybe she'd just play video games. Her worry started to fade as her mind started to explore the second half of the day, until Kristen placed the paddle on the young lady's belly. "AH! COLD!" Escaped the young lady's mouth as her eyes closed tightly and her entire body shuddered in place! Her bladder quivered within her, forcing her to grab herself as her knees slammed shut! She was sure she'd just leaked... She just hoped it wasn't enough to make a visible wet spot. But when she opened her eyes, she saw that both nurses were focused on the monitor. Phew... What a relief, they weren't giggling at her desperation or examining her wet spot... Then again, why would they? They have a job to do, after all, and they were doing it well. Well, Kristen was basically doing everything... Alissa closely watched Kristen's movements and would periodically look up at the screen, seeing the baby slightly move from time to time! The room fell silent, all parties involved were observing the miracle of a new life being made within this beautiful young lady! "And there we go, all done! You can use the toilet now, we'll have some pictures for you when you come back." Said Kristen, tossing the rags she'd just use to clean the gel from the young lady's stomach. "Thank you thank you thank you!!!" Shouted the young lady, hunching over as she stood up before bolting out the door! Alissa looked at the floor and saw the remnants of the young lady's struggle to escape the room... While she hadn't left a whole trail, her dribbles meant that Alissa had to get out one of the spill pads and perform her cleaning dance. She knew how to make everything fun, and when it came to these spill pads, she just put one under each foot and began dancing, scooting across the floor with the pads under her feet. Before she knew it, she'd already reached the doorway. She picked up the pads, noted the small damp spots on them, and disposed of them. Meanwhile, a commotion could be heard down the hall... "I'M BEGGING YOU! LET ME GO FIRST! I'M GONNA POP!" The words flew out of the young lady's mouth in a frantic rush, her entire body shaking in desperation as a housekeeper began to stop aside. While it was only a few seconds before she entered the bathroom, this young lady's bladder could've sworn it was years! She hopped in place, switched feet, slammed her knees together, nothing helped anymore... She had begun to lower her pants when her dam broke, spraying boiling hot piss into her pink panties! She frantically sat down, releasing the rest of her bladder's contents into the toilet as the wetness of her mini accident began to warm her legs. She wanted to cry so badly, but fought to keep her composure. She kept pulling out more paper towels, but it was no use... She couldn't hide a leak that large... She had no other choice. She pulled out her cell phone and called her mother, asking her to bring her spare pants and panties to the restroom. Luckily, the housekeeper already figured out what was up, and stepped around the corner to give the two ladies some privacy. The young lady only cracked the restroom door, grabbing the pants and panties from her mother, as well as a large baggie for her soiled clothes. Once again pulling the door closed, the young lady pulled her wet pants and undies down and took them off completely, depositing them in her bag. She took paper towels to her legs before putting on her new panties and pants. Something nagged at her not to open the bathroom door, but she knew she couldn't stay in there forever. When she opened the door, her mother had already stepped aside. She simply handed the bag of dirty clothes to her mother and thanked her for making her bring the spare clothes. The young lady went back to the ultrasound room, her presence putting the brakes on the conversation that was going on between Kristen and Alissa. The young lady was given the papers she was owed, and the trio spent a few moments going over the images of the miracle growing within her. Finally, something to pull her out of her funk! She couldn't help but laugh as her spirits were lifted back up again by these two nurses. Truly they must be some of the best around. Another few patients came and went, presenting their own miracles of life growing within them, as well as one more show of desperation. Alissa knew it was just work, and she shouldn't take pleasure or displeasure in other's misfortune, but something was brewing within her awakening mind. All these shows of desperation, all the attractive women holding back full bladders, it was making her wish she was in that situation so she could experience that kind of desperation for herself. And she knew exactly how to do it. Break time was in an hour, and she would not allow herself to use the restroom during her lunch. However, there was one more patient before lunch. Into the room came a nervous young lady... She was barely over 18 and it was obvious that she really didn't want to be here. Kristen and Alissa had read through the young lady's papers a bit earlier and already knew what she was in for. Her doctor needed the ultrasound images from her bladder, as the young lady had bounced off of a few doctors and tried different medications, but nothing was working. Her accidents continued, and her social life was in shambles. As much as she didn't want to be here, where she could potentially have an accident in front of nursing staff, she knew she would never make any progress if she didn't at least try. So here she was, with her baggie of skin safe wipes and spare clothes hanging from her left hand. "H... Hi. I'm Kelsey, thank you for seeing me today." The young lady gave off a lot of nervous movements, matching her records perfectly. It really was a shame for her to be riddled with these problems at such a young age, but at least she was on track to getting them taken care of. She truly was the best around when it came to finding a silver lining in impossible situations. Kristen and Alissa introduced themselves to the young lady and explained what an ultrasound consisted of, and the position she would need to be in. Therein lied the issue... Upon lying flat on her back, Kelsey's bursting full bladder stuck out like a watermelon! Alissa's mind started to wander... Perhaps this young lady wasn't just nervous about the test... She must be using those nervous movements to hide her desperation. Kristen flew through the material she was required to read before the test began, and Alissa began putting the gel on the pads. "This is gonna be really cold." Said Kristen, waiting just a moment before placing the paddle on Kelsey's stomach. The ultrasound began by tracing the perimeter of the young lady's bladder, which seemed to push her desperation up to 11! She shook in place, sweat ran down her face, her hands clenched into fists, and finally, she simply couldn't stop herself anymore! Her legs SLAMMED shut, pressing her knees and thighs together so hard the skin turned white! Unfortunately, this position just wouldn't do. Kristen knew this would be the last thing this young lady wanted to hear, but it had to be said. After all, the test wouldn't work as things were now. "Um, Kelsey, you have to keep you legs open. We can't get a good image with your legs closed like that." Kelsey's face contorted into nothing but worry as she tried to relax her legs and pull them apart from each other, but she was just too desperate. "I... I can't. If I take my legs apart, I'll wet my pants." "That's okay. Just try for me, okay? We can always help you clean up if it truly comes to that." Said Kristen, pulling the paddle away from the young lady's stomach as she expressed genuine compassion for the young lady. Alissa came over and reached out, asking the young lady to hold her hand. She would offer support and help the young lady through this. "O-okay..." Sighed Kelsey, pulling her shaking legs apart from each other. Her hands clenched into fists as her entire body shuddered in desperation! The screen showed the muscles around her bladder spasming and contracting, putting up a real fight against Kelsey's will to keep her flood within her! She kept fighting with everything she had, but it would inevitably end in defeat... PSSSHHHHH!! "NO!" Shouted the young lady, closing her eyes in desperation while whipping her free hand into her crotch as she fought to stem the flow, but nothing could help her now... Her boiling hot flood did exactly what she was afraid it would... It ran down her legs, soaking her black panties and pink pants. Despite the accident in progress, the ultrasound continued. What her bladder was doing right now was important information for her doctor. Alissa's cheeks started to burn, and she had to focus on her job in order to prevent herself from breathing heavy and moaning... The accident in progress was really turning her on, but she couldn't do anything about that right now... She had to stay professional. She looked up at the screen, seeing the cause of the accident in progress! She had never seen anything like it! The muscles around the young girl's bladder had all gone crazy! Given how hard they were all contracting, it was a miracle she lasted as long as she had. Finally empty, the test continued for a moment as the muscles around the young lady's bladder finally relaxed, leading to her breaking down in tears right there on the ultrasound table. Whatever emotions Alissa was high on immediately shattered as her instincts kicked in. She immediately comforted the young lady, helping her clean up before wrapping her in a large sheet and escorting her to the nearest restroom to change. With the young lady inside the restroom, Alissa took the moment to assure herself that she was going through with her plan. While she would prefer not to wet herself in front of everyone, she wanted to feel the embarrassment of genuine desperation in public. End of part 1. Part 2 coming in the next few days.
  10. Part 1... who wants more? Margaret the Estate Agent So this is the story of the time I got to date my incredible (and this night incredibly desperate) former boss named Margaret. I worked for a real estate development company for eight years in the early 2000s. We worked out one floor in a fairly small office building in Hartford, Connecticut. Our office consisted of about 20 cubicles and two restrooms, a mens room with a stall and a urinal and a lady’s room, which I would come to learn later, consisted of two stalls. It was a fairly evenly distributed work environment as far as genders were concerned, there being approximately ten guys and ten gals working on the team. A word on our boss Margaret. Margaret was thirty-nine, and was a truly inspirational woman who had mastered the craft of estimates and development procedures for years. If Margaret hadn’t been working in real estate, then surely she would have made a killing in Wall Street, would have made herself an excellent career in the military, or perhaps would have even been great as a sports coach for a women’s track team. She just had an extreme commanding, go-getter attitude about her, and while was almost always positive in her disposition, was also determined to keep her expectations of those of us working beneath her, high. Physically, Margaret was very buxom, had nice large breasts, a thin waist, and a very very large behind which she kept toned with several early morning hours spent at the gym. She had long blonde hair, handsome features and basically resembled a slightly thicker, but still toned, Gisele Bundchen in the face. Margaret liked to wear tight women’s business skirts, and often times, it was hard to avoid staring at Margaret’s rear end whenever she would strut through the office in her tight skirts, or would bend over at the waist to reach down and fill her cup at the water cooler. When I had first joined the company, Margaret gave me and several other guys a brief tour of the office, something that had been colloquially dubbed the “two-times” tour, by people who worked in this office. Why was it called the two-times tour? I and several others were about to find out. Margaret lead us throughout the office that day in a tight, navy-blue dress that clung to her womanly ass enticingly. “So we’ve got the invoices in this bin here, the project files in this one, and finally this one is miscellaneous.” She said pointing at several plastic bins spread along a table in one of the office rooms. “Now, which bin has the invoices?” she said, whipping around to face us young men, as we all stared up at her in silence. “What’s that? Nobody can tell me? Maybe that’s why you all should be paying a little more attention to what I’m showing you, and less attention to my butt.” Margaret said with a knowing smile. “And that’s why they call this the two-times tour, because I have to show everything two times!” Margaret said, laughing out loud. The tension in the air had been broken and we were all able to loosen up a bit more after that. We later learned that Margaret indeed had been married, but that her husband had left her after getting caught having an affair with a young girl from Brooklyn, who worked in the same office as him, somewhere across town. I always felt that there was a flirtatiousness in the way that Margaret communicated and interacted with me, but I’m sure several other guys in the office felt the same way, most likely just wishful thinking, dreaming of bedding this sporty, blonde fox of a woman. We had a break room directly connected to the office that had a seemingly endless supply of coffee, a vending machine, and a water cooler. Often times Margaret would meet and chat with several of us in the break room as we all shared a cup, or two, of our morning coffee while discussing where we were on the timelines of the various different projects we had underway. Margaret always seemed to have this sexy glow about her, her skin always looking incredible moist, which she explained was a result of good exercise and hydration, her 5am gym routines before work being a non-negotiable part of her day, she would explain as she would down several cups of water in the break room, following her coffee. Margaret encouraged good health, exercise, hydration, discipline as being as vital a part of succeeding in the real-estate market as studying any of the numbers. Good health meant good focus, Margaret explained. My small office cubicle was directly across from the set of restrooms, which was very convenient for me, as I would often find myself headed to the urinal to relieve myself after the morning’s water and coffee, several times, and even found this distraction itself to be a relief from the constant study of numbers, data entry, data analytics, etc. I had worked in accounting for about six months, and wanted to move into location scouting and appraisal, which involved leaving the office and driving around different parts of New England for potential development projects. Margaret had promised to allow me to shadow her on a few of these trips soon for training, and it was my job to do my numerical work, and wait patiently for my first “scouting outing”. I mention that the restrooms were directly across the hall from my cubicle, and I even got to become friends with the janitor, Jackson, who would come by in the afternoons to clean the restrooms, and even turned him onto to trying skittles from the vending machine, a first for him. As I was a keen watcher for desperation, I would often notice when the women would enter the restroom, though they were almost entirely composed, and never seemed in the slightest rush. Except for a couple of instances, and rare as they were, they were all the sweeter for it. There was one afternoon when Margaret had taken Julie out with her for Julie’s first “scouting outing”. They had left the office at about 9:30 that morning, and at this point it was about 3:15 in the afternoon. I was just finishing a glass of water in the break room when I heard rushed and heavy female breathing entering the office, and stepped out of the break room just in time to see Julie walking with considerable haste down the narrow hallway space between the cubicles, Margaret trailing behind her at a much more relaxed pace before she turned into her office. “How was the outing, Julie?” I asked her. Julie had been at the company for a couple of months longer than I had, looked like a young Melissa Joan Hart, and had always been friendly with me, especially when I had just been new to the office. She was slim and pretty, and had hooked up with a tall, handsome man from her hometown named, Brad, but had she been single, Julie definitely would have been my type. This day Julie wore a tight grey skirt that ended just above her knees, and a white top that had cute little fraying lace at the shoulders. She had blonde hair, and often beamed a big bright smile as she greeting people in the mornings, as her cubicle was closest to the entrance of the whole office. This particular afternoon, she wasn’t quite smiling when she turned back to address me, and actually appeared to be somewhat flustered and out of breath. “Ugh! It was good until it was torture!” Julie said, with a laugh as she turned back to face me. I looked down, and Julie was subtly stepping between her feet as she stood facing me. I should have known that she was headed for the restroom as I was well aware that her cubicle was back in the direction of the entrance, but when I looked down and recognized all the telltale signs of a girl with a need to relieve herself, the stepping feet, the quivering and tensing thighs, the quick panicky breathing, the look of worry bleeding through the smile, what can I say? These are a few of my favorite things. to be continued.......
  11. There was nothing like being a kid at fourteen and having an older teenaged sister, and there was certianly nothing like when she and her friends routinely came home late from the club (they had fake IDs) full of drinks and bursting to pee. This happened routinely, but there was one such night that was so dramatic that it has remained burned into my memory for years. It was just after midnight, my parents were already asleep and I hear the sound of my sister pulling into the driveway, she and her friends inevitably home from clubbing and dancing all night, which they often did with plenty of drinks. Tonight was no different. They come inside the front door and at once I hear the rapid-fire clacking of high heels on hard wood floors as my sister and her two friends Anna and Molly, come hurrying down the hallway towards my and my sisters bedrooms. The bathroom that my sister and I used was in the hall just outside my bedroom. I was still up and awake with my lights on and everything, hanging out in my room and my sister and her friends acknowledged me as we saw each other. Molly rushed into the bathroom first and Anna stood facing away from my room as she danced and danced in desperation outside the bathroom, or it wasn't dancing really, it was much faster than that, it was as if she was intentionally trying to make the loud stamping of her high heeledbshoes as fast as could possibly make them, almost like a tap-dancer, or someone making a drumroll with her heels against the hard wood floors. It was really dramatic just how fast and loud the clacking of Anna's high heels were, and I was frankly blown away with the apparent stamina this girl had, watching her long toned legs stomp and stomp and stomp as she just couldn't stop pee-dancing outside the occupied bathroom. Anna was wearing a blue romper that night, while my sister wore a red cocktail dress. Anna had lovely legs and a nice behind. I had known her for years as not only my sisters friend but also as my baby sitter, and it was weird to see her in such a compromised state when she normally had things to "together" when watching and entertaining me at the house alone over the years. Now, she looked like she was ready to pop. Just for a visual, Anna was very toned and sexy, taller than my sister, had nice tan skin, dark hair, sultry but pretty face, looked like a cross between Olivia Munn and Odette Yustman, had a nice tight ass and pert tits (her nipples usually showing through a tank top) slim stomach. From inside the restroom we heard Molly sigh loudly with relief as she peed. At that sound, Anna let out under her breath a strained, rapid-fire, "God I have to pee." as her high heels continued her machine-gunfire clacking against the hardwood floors of the hallway. The only other restrooms were in my parents bedroom and in the hall just outside it, and me, my sister and my sisters friends never used those ones at this hour for fear of waking the parents, but even now, tonight, Anna's clacking is in danger of being just a bit too loud apparently as my sister then said to Anna, "Anna, I'm sorry but I need you to stop clacking like that. It's too loud." as she gestured down to Anna's high heels. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh" Anna let out a long, strained sounding ohhhhhhhh as she proceed to stop clacking in rapid fire on the hardwood floors but now had taken to lifting one leg in the air for about three seconds, then switching feet, then doing the same again, still unable to keep both feet planted on the ground, and it looked as though she was holding herself as she was faced away from me. She suddenly whipped round, squeezing her crotch through her thin romper, as she said to my sister, "My romper, I can't get out alone, it takes too long." Anna said this as she reached behind herself to try to undo her romper, her high heels going back to their rapid fire speed. Anna's face was clearly in pain from needing to pee so badly, her eyes shut, her mouth hanging open, her heels clacking noisily, and just then she opened her eyes and saw me watching her through my bedroom doorway from my bed. She forced a quick smile as she squeezed her crotch again, saying, "Anna needs to pee-pee." with a desperate curtsy of her legs as she bent down and squeezed her lovely thighs together while holding her crotch with her right hand. Anna needs to pee-pee, that much was obvious, I thought. "Please help me out of this or it'll take me too long in the bathroom. Please." Anna said to my sister in rushed, desperate-sounding whimpers as she held her crotch, trying as she could to drive down her pee-dancing and clacking. I couldnt believe how desperate but how beautiful Anna looked in this compromised state. My sister started to say, "You'll be fine, Anna, I have to pee too-" before she was cut off as Anna then said the most beautiful words to my ears at that point, I grew stiff as a rock as she said in a tone desperate-sounding and rapid-paced, sounding almost like she was on the verge of crying, "PleasehelpmeorImgonnapissmyromper." spoken faster than I've ever heard anyone human speak before, as Anna desperately held her crotch with both hands now, her face scrunching up in pain. Just then, my sister freed the top of her romper, and Anna's gorgeous tits came into view as her top fell down her torso. She saw me see her breasts and her eyes immediately grew wide as she quickly rushed her right arm across her chest, covering her tits (or covering her nipples at least as her left hand remained glued to her crotch. We then heard Molly flush the toilet from inside. "Oh mannnn oh mannnn" Anna was now saying as with her eyes glued to the doorknob, she began stepping out of her romper right there in the hall. The romper fell to the floor around her high heels as she now was in merely her panties, still covering her breasts with her right arm, and the moment the bathroom door opened, Anna rushed Molly out of the way, leaving her romper on the hallway floor, Molly stepping out exasperated at the whole seen, Anna's romper still on the floor, me in my room, my sister there. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Oh Oh my God! Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk" we heard Anna moan and groan and piss and piss with ferocious force, her pussy hissing loudly with a high pitched his as she blasted the side of the porcelain bowl beneath her with unrelenting power and force for almost forty seconds before her stream died down to a trickle which dribbled down into the water as she let out her final sighs of relief. This whole time, my sister was still yearning to pee, and while not quite as badly as Anna maybe, she too was now stepping from foot to foot, her arms crossed, staring frustratedly at the bathroom door, unable to remain still in her red cocktail dress. When Anna finally finished in the bathroom and flushed and everything, she stuck one hand out to grab the romper, which my sister handed to her. "Give me a minute" Anna said. "Please let me pee." was all my sister replied as without waiting she qucikly rushed into the bathroom without shutting the door. At once we all heard her pee too, letting out a brief "OH!" as her vagina erutped against the bowl, before letting out a much quieter "oh goddd" several seconds later. Anna finally stepped back outside of the bathroom in her romper, shutting the door behind her. Seeing me again, she laughed and said, "Sorry about that, Alex." I dont know what she was sorry to me for.
  12. Monica shifted her weight on her office chair and added just one more correction to her program. Now it should work. She started the program and seconds later, another error message popped up. Monica gave up, locked her Computer and went for the bathroom. She had put off going for quite some time because she was SO close to the solution. Now she just had to pee and accepted that she would not solve this problem before she went. It was a Friday afternoon and the office was already quite empty. Just as she passed her boss's office, the door opened. Her boss came out, looking around. "Aaaahhh, Monica!" he said. "Just the one we need right now! Meet Mr Horner, our newest client. We need some technical advice from you, concerning our project." Monica felt uncomfortable. She needed to pee pretty badly and she was not dressed to meet a client. She wore tight fitting faded jeans and a slightly worn pink t-shirt. Enough for working at the office, but not the usual business attire she would wear to show professionalism to clients. She saw the client across the office and noticed that his eyes did not meet her but went lower, checking her body. She had no way to get out of this. She went into the boss's office and greeted the client. The technical questions were quite simple and she could consult the customer on the particular route to make the project a success. Although her part was quickly finished, Monica saw no way of leaving this meeting gracefully. Her bladder screamed for release, but Monica kept a straight face. She knew from experience that she could always hold for another 10 minutes, but it became increasingly difficult to smile to the customer while her bladder was aching. After half an hour, the client finally left and Monica and her boss accompanied him to the door. The moment he was out of sight, Monica made a quick excuse to her boss and darted for the lavatories. The pressure became unbearable. She felt a little spurt escape at the moment she tried to pull down her jeans. Monica managed to stop the flow immediately, but her panties were already a little wet. Monica thought "fuck it" and sat down on the toilet with her panties still on and peed straight through them. The feeling of finally letting go was incredible. Monica loved peeing in her panties and would have happily wet her jeans if there had been any way of getting away with it. Monica peed for a full two minutes before the stream subsided. She sat on the seat for another two minutes, feeling her wet panties in her crotch. Reluctantly, Monica opened her eyes and stripped her jeans off, then removed the soaked panties. For now, she would just leave them in the washroom. All other female employees had surely left already, so she was safe for now. Her jeans had stayed mostly dry, only a few drops had soaked into the seam, but noting was visible from the outside. Relieved, but without panties, Monica returned to her boss's office. "Sorry boss, I just had to go. I was on the way to the bathroom when you caught me." "I'm sorry, I didn't know. You should have told me!", he answered. Monica didn't answer that this was not really an option with the client listening. As expected, Monica was given the task of writing the quote to the customer. "Give them a 5% discount and make sure he gets the quote before he arrives home!". Monica sighed on the inside. This task meant another hour to work before she could go home tonight, but she knew that getting the quotes out fast was really important. She said goodbye to her boss and turned around. In the reflection on his glass door, she saw his eyes flick down towards her well-rounded back side. Back in her office, she quickly checked again that there were no pee stains on her jeans, but she couldn't find any. Her boss's message with all the client and project details had already arrived. She postponed the problem she had worked on before and looked into the project. It was pretty straightforward, but it still took her half an hour to finish the quote. She sent it out and cleaned up her desk. Her Air-Up bottle was still half full, so she drunk it up before she put it into her locker for drying. Ten Minutes later, everything was packed and Monica walked through the empty office. She was the last one there, even the boss had left. Monica came to the bathroom and thought about her missing panties. She had 45 minutes of cycling until she was home and while the feeling of the hard seam on her pussy would feel pleasant at first, she would not arrive without getting into serious pain. So even though they were wet and cold, she put on her panties for the ride home. As she jumped on her bike, she took a quick look at her crotch and saw that the wetness from her panties had already diffused into her jeans and made a little dark patch. "Oh well", she thought and quickly pedalled away before she could encounter someone she knew. It turned out that the way home was quite long for her strained bladder and after only a few kilometres, she felt the need to pee again. Monica thought about it. She would probably make it home, but on the other hand, wetting herself on the bike would feel really good and the jeans would need washing anyways. It was not a hard decision to make. She waited for a few more minutes for a decent amount of pee to accumulate in her bladder. She felt the pressure growing to the point where it was painful to hold. She just let go. The stream started slowly, warming up her panties and soaking the back of her jeans. The saddle limited the flow, so the pee lasted quite a while. On the rest of the way home, Monica released her pee into her panties every time she had anything. Shortly before arriving home, she squeezed out every last drop. The bottom of her jeans were completely soaked and every neighbour would have seen what she did, but fortunately, there was no-one around. Monica closed her door behind her, let out another stream of pee, while feeling the wetness of her jeans with her left hand and thought of what else she could do with the rest of this night.
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  14. Hello, I was wondering if anyone had some videos where while wetting you can see the relief shown on the face here’s a couple examples: (I didn’t add any videos because I believe some are on the dnp list) My personally opinion is that jasmine from b2b is the best at relief faces.
  15. I finally peed myself proper! I kinda pushed some of the pee out, but I don't care because I finally let all of my bladder out into my diaper. And oh my god I couldn't be more turned on than I am now. I gotta put my vibrator on this wet, saggy, warm diaper like the naughty bad girl I am 🤤 Update: Peed even more in a new diaper and it was probably the best experience ever. I could fill the stream flowing to the seat of my diaper making it so squishy. Good thing I have the house to myself for the day.
  16. Around 30 minutes ago I wet my jeans again, I have two pairs of them! And then a short pair of Jean shorts which I’d like to wet at some point. I need to get to requests as if you have requested me, I haven’t forgotten! Thank you for the support. ❤️☺️ video-output-CB7A80B2-2D35-43C4-A281-183744EFBFA2.mp4
  17. "Project X427" Prologue As the sun began to set over the historic Grand Theatre, whispers of anxiety and uncertainty echoed through its hallowed halls. The once-thriving cultural hub had fallen on hard times, its attendance numbers dwindling in recent seasons as the world around it continued to evolve. In an effort to breathe new life into the venerable institution, the Grand Theatre's board of directors took a bold and unconventional step: they hired infamous director Sarah James to spearhead this year's production. The news of James' arrival at the Grand Theatre sent ripples of excitement and trepidation through the local community. Known for her avant-garde approach to theatre and her penchant for pushing boundaries, James promised a season that would leave audiences breathless and spellbound. And with opening night just around the corner, anticipation was building to feverish heights. "Project X427" Part 1 - Newspaper report before the premiere An article from the "Daily Star" [August 23th], two days prior to the premiere Title: "Urine Trouble: Grand Theatre's Bold New Play Sparks Controversy" As the historic Grand Theatre prepares to open its doors for another season, anticipation is building for the groundbreaking production that infamous director Sarah James has promised to deliver. But not everyone in the community is excited about the upcoming show. According to insiders, the new play – which remains under wraps until opening night – involves a considerable amount of on-stage urination. While some view this as an innovative and daring approach to theatre, others are decrying it as an affront to decency and a step too far in the name of artistic expression. The controversy began when the first reports about the new season hit the streets, with headlines like "Grand Theatre to Shock Audiences with New Production Involving On-Stage Urination!" and "Infamous Director Sarah James Goes Too Far?" Supporters of the production argue that urination is a natural bodily function and that incorporating it into theatre is a way to challenge societal norms and push the boundaries of artistic expression. They also point out that realism and authenticity have long been key components of great theatre. Many people, however, are not convinced. Some have taken to social media to express their outrage, with comments ranging from "Disgusting! I will never set foot in that theatre again" to "This is an affront to decency and common sense." As the debate rages on, one thing is clear: Grand Theatre's bold new production is sure to leave a lasting impact on audience – for better or for worse. Stay tuned for more updates as opening night approaches. "Project X427" Part 2 - Newspaper reports after the premiere A report from the "Observer" [August 27th]: "Sarah James' controversial play "Project X427" : A Bold and Transformative Theatrical Marathon" Subheadline: "The inclusion of real urination on stage in "Project X427" challenges the boundaries of theater, as two courageous actresses portray desperate women during a 90-minute endurance test." Body: Sarah James' latest production at the historic Grand Theater, "Project X427" has left audiences and critics alike spellbound by its bold and transformative exploration of human potential. This daring play, which pushes the boundaries of traditional theater and challenges societal norms, has left a deep impact on those who dare to witness its extraordinary performances. At the heart of this groundbreaking production are two courageous actresses, who endure 90 minutes of desperation on stage before finally being able to relieve themselves in an incredible display of urination. Their dedication and commitment to their craft, as well as their ability to embody desperate women both physically and emotionally, leaves viewers in awe of the depths of human experience. The inclusion of real urination on stage in "Project X427" may be a shocking concept, but it is precisely this audacious display that takes theater to new heights. For those who have the courage to face their discomfort and explore the depths of human endurance, the result is a profound sense of awe and transformation. As we leave the theater, the images and messages from "Project X427" remain etched in our minds – not just as a memory of a daring theatrical spectacle, but as a reminder of the power of human potential and the courage it takes to push boundaries and challenge societal norms. The true beauty of this production lies not only in its shocking displays but in the deeper meaning and thought-provoking themes that resonate long after the final curtain falls. For those who seek a truly transformative theatrical experience, "Project X427" is a must-see – a bold and unforgettable journey into the depths of human endurance and the power of art to challenge and inspire us all. A review by the "The Daily Chronicle" [August 27th]: Headline: "Sarah James' "Project X427": A Shocking and Empowering Masterpiece" Subheadline: "The audacious new play by daring director Sarah James explores themes of equality, empowerment, and the human condition through an unconventional lens." Body: In a bid to revitalize flagging attendance numbers at the historic Grand Theater, artistic director Hank Thompson took a bold gamble by hiring the infamous and enigmatic Sarah James. Known for her groundbreaking productions and fearless storytelling, James' arrival at the theater was met with equal parts excitement and trepidation. The previous season had seen disappointing attendance numbers, and the hire of the controversial director and her extra controversial play were seen as a last-ditch effort to draw crowds back to the historic venue. The result: "Project X427", a production that has left both audiences and critics reeling with its unapologetic exploration of provocative themes and seemingly impossible feats. The play, which stars an ensemble cast of talented actors and actresses, centers around a group of four business people in an inconvenient situation, starred by compelling actors. As a result of their work on "Project X427", a novel soft drink, their bladders are filled to the brim. Their performances have left viewers speechless and contemplating the deeper meaning behind their provocative scenes. The production's climax features a series of shocking and seemingly impossible feats – including a sequence in which the actresses reportedly push themselves to their physical limits by urinating in unprecedented quantities. And, Sarah James as well as the actresses confirm that their urination is real and not staged. James has long been known for her unflinching approach to storytelling, tackling controversial topics with finesse and grace. With "Project X427" she delves deeper than ever before into themes of equality, empowerment, and the complexities of the human condition. The play is a clever commentary on societal expectations and the power of self-expression. Through its unconventional exploration of these weighty issues, "Project X427" has sparked intense debate among audiences and critics alike. Some view it as a brave and groundbreaking work that challenges the status quo, while others find it offensive and unnecessary. Regardless of one's perspective, there is no denying the power of James' vision and the impact this production will have on the world of theater. As the curtains close on another spellbinding performance at the Grand Theater, some may wonder if so much urination is truly necessary in a work of art. But one thing remains certain: Sarah James continues to captivate audiences with her bold and unforgettable storytelling – and the physical limits of her performers are no exception. The true nature of "Project X427" will remain a mystery, leaving viewers with more questions than answers – and that is precisely the point. A review in the "The Frontier Gazette" [August 27th] Title: "A Splash of the Unexpected: Sarah James' Latest Production Leaves Critics Baffled and Audience Soaked" In a world where theatre productions often blur the lines between art and absurdity, infamous director Sarah James continues to push boundaries with her latest offering, "Project X427". Set aboard an ill-fated train ride, four business people – Lucy, Maria, and two gentlemen – find themselves in an uncomfortable predicament: their bladders full and the train's toilets out of order. As the hours tick by and the tension mounts, James wastes no time in exploiting this predicament on stage. The audience is left witnessing a veritable flood during various scenes, as the confines of the train cabin become increasingly unbearable for all involved. Even the most insensitive among us can't help but be taken aback by the audacity of the performances unfolding before our very eyes. However, it's not just the volume of liquid that leaves one drenched; it's the unexpected twists and turns in this unconventional tale. James masterfully weaves a narrative exploring themes of gender inequality and societal norms within the context of this unusual predicament. The result is an intriguing commentary on human nature that leaves us pondering long after the final drop. Critics are divided on the merits of "Train of Thought." Some argue that James' unflinching approach to realism adds depth and authenticity, while others see it as a crass attempt to shock for the sake of shocking. One thing is certain: Sarah James continues to deliver what her fans have come to expect – the unexpected. Despite the polarizing reactions, there's no denying that "Train of Thought" is a production that leaves you feeling both invigorated and drenched – in more ways than one. Whether you choose to embrace the splash hits or run for cover, it's impossible to deny that this latest offering from Sarah James is a true testament to her innovative spirit and boundless creativity. But be warned, dear reader: this production may not be for the faint of heart or those with a weak bladder. Prepare yourself for a night of unforgettable theatre that will leave you pondering the limits of art and nature's call. "Project X427" Part 3 - Interviews Interview with Actress Amelia Davis in "The Weekly" [September 14th] In a world where theatre productions aim for originality and innovation, Sarah James' latest creation, "Project X427" has left audiences spellbound. At the heart of this groundbreaking production is a mesmerizing performance by Amelia Davis, who breathes life into a character that defies expectations and pushes the boundaries of traditional storytelling – all while enduring a very full bladder and withholding from relieving herself, as her co-star Samantha Park faces the same challenge. In this interview, we delve deeper into Amelia's experiences preparing for her extraordinary role. Interviewer (I): Welcome to our exclusive interview with actress Amelia Davis! Your work in theatre has left many intrigued by your unique approach to acting and character development. Can you discuss what initially drew you to the craft of theatre? Amelia (A): I've always been captivated by the power of storytelling to transport audiences to new worlds, provoke thought, and create emotional connections. Theatre offers a unique opportunity to be a part of that process, both as an artist and as a collaborator with other talented individuals. I: Your role in "Project X427" has been described as groundbreaking and physically demanding. What drew you to the character of Lucy and her unique challenges? A: Sarah James' reputation for delivering unconventional productions that challenge societal norms was a significant draw for me. The special physical challenges of this role, including enduring a very full bladder while constantly watching others relieving themselves, were also fascinating for me as an actress. It was a unique opportunity to explore the complexities of a character who defies expectations in unexpected ways and delve deeper into themes of societal norms and personal transformation. I: The production has gained notoriety for its daring elements, most notably your impressive urination performance on stage after hours of holding it in. How do you cope with the reactions from audiences when it comes to this controversial aspect? A: I believe that art should challenge us and inspire thought, even if it's uncomfortable or difficult at times. While some viewers may find certain elements shocking or controversial, others appreciate the depth and complexity of the story being told. Ultimately, my goal is to create a lasting impact on audiences and leave them with something to ponder long after the performance is over. I: "Project X427" explores themes of societal norms and personal transformation. How do you relate these themes to your character and the production as a whole? A: Lucy's journey in "Project X427" serves as a powerful reminder that we should embrace our individuality and push beyond societal expectations. Her experiences challenge us to question what is considered 'normal' and inspire us to be true to ourselves, no matter how unconventional or unexpected the path may be – much like the physical demands of the role itself. Interview with Sarah James in the "Courier" [September 8th]: Interviewer (I): Good evening, Sarah James. I'm thrilled to have the opportunity to speak with you about your latest production, "Project X427" The concept is quite unique, and the audience is certainly in for a surprise. Could you tell us a bit more about the inspiration behind your creative setup? Sarah James (S): Absolutely. "Project X427" was born out of the desire to explore the theme of gender inequality in subtle yet unexpected ways. The idea came to me during a long train ride when I observed how differently men and women handle situations where they need to relieve themselves urgently. I wanted to create a situation that would challenge those norms and provide an opportunity for both genders to experience frustration and relief together. I: It's quite intriguing how you've used the element of urination to convey this message. Why is so much urination necessary in your production? S: Urination, as a physical necessity, is something that everyone can relate to. By incorporating it into the play, we create an immersive experience that resonates with the audience on a visceral level. It's not just about the relief of urinating but also about the desperation leading up to that moment. In this production, the situation forces the characters to confront their own needs and the societal expectations surrounding them. I: Some might argue that the large quantities of urine released on stage are unnecessary or even shocking. How do you respond to such criticisms? S: I believe that using the element of surprise and shock can be a powerful storytelling tool when used effectively. By pushing boundaries and challenging societal norms, we as artists can spark conversations and provoke thought. In "Project X427" the large quantities of urine serve to emphasize the intensity of the characters' physical and emotional states. It's important to remember that our intentions are not to offend but to challenge perceptions and encourage dialogue around topics that may be considered taboo or uncomfortable. I: Could you speak a bit more about the added value of having the actors and actresses perform real urination on stage? S: Absolutely. By choosing to incorporate real urination, we create a heightened sense of authenticity and immersion for the audience. It's one thing to imagine the desperation and relief experienced by the characters; it's another to witness it firsthand. Furthermore, having the actresses take control of their bodies and their situations in a powerful, self-confident way adds an element of empowerment and strength to their performances that is both captivating and inspiring. I: Sarah, you've touched on the importance of authenticity and immersion in your production. Could you discuss how the real and intense desperation experienced by the actresses contributes to this experience? S: Absolutely. While real urination is not an uncommon occurrence in modern theater, having actresses experience real desperation before relief in such a visceral way is something new and powerful. By allowing the audience to witness the characters' intense frustration and their struggle to find a solution to their problem, we create a deeper emotional connection. This sense of urgency and anticipation keeps the audience on the edge of their seats, making them feel as if they are truly experiencing the characters' journey. I: Sarah, you've mentioned the intense desperation and relief experienced by your characters. Could you expand on how this emotional connection translates to the audience? S: Absolutely. By creating a situation where both the audience and the characters are experiencing a shared sense of frustration and anticipation, we build an emotional bond between them. The audience becomes invested in the characters' well-being and is rooting for their relief. When the actresses finally urinate, the audience experiences a collective sense of satisfaction and relief. The large quantities of urine released emphasizes this moment of release and catharsis, creating an even stronger emotional response. Portraying the intense desperation experienced by the actresses serves to emphasize the physical and emotional challenges they face, making their relief all the more satisfying and impactful. By confronting taboo subjects and challenging societal norms, we as artists can spark conversations and inspire change. I: It seems that your production not only challenges societal norms but also taps into our primal instincts and emotions. Could you discuss how the element of surprise plays a role in achieving this? S: Absolutely. Surprise is a powerful tool for engaging an audience and keeping them invested in the story. In "Project X427" the initial shock of witnessing urination on stage sets the tone for the rest of the production. It captures the audience's attention and keeps them guessing, wondering what other unexpected elements may be introduced. By continually pushing boundaries and challenging expectations, we keep the audience engaged and emotionally invested in the story. I: You also mentioned that incorporating real urination adds an element of authenticity and immersion for the audience. Could you elaborate on how this heightened sense of reality contributes to the overall impact of the production? S: By choosing to incorporate real urination, we create a more visceral experience for the audience. The physical reality of the situation draws the audience in and makes them feel as if they are truly experiencing the characters' journey. This heightened sense of immersion allows the audience to connect with the story on a deeper level, making the themes of gender inequality and the importance of self-confidence and empowerment all the more impactful.
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  22. I am currently doing the Milovana Omorashi Theme Park Challenge. I previously attempted it, but ended up wetting. I started the challenge around 20 minutes ago. In that time, I drank about 1 Liter of water, and I already have a slight, but quickly building urge to urinate.
  23. Here's the next HoloMess story! Even though Mel is no longer officially a part of Hololive, I think it was important to include her as she was an important member with lasting impact. I hope everyone enjoys this! The next story will involve finish Gen 1, so I hope you look forward to it! Yozora Mel leaned into her microphone and blew a few kisses into it. “Kon-kapu~” the vampire greeted before blowing some more soft kisses into it. “Today we’re celebrating one million subscribers,” she whispered. “On today’s ASMR, I’ll be doing tasks that everyone voted for. Thousands of votes came in and today I’ll do the top three. I’m really looking forward to it… but, I wonder how many of you voted for something naughty,” Mel mused, ending her sentence with a sultry tone. Her chat was through the moon with excitement. [It’s a secret…] [Mel may be a bit naughty herself lol] [Hehe, she doesn’t know what’s in store] Mel gently scratched her nails against her ASMR microphone, much to the delight of her viewers. “Well, I better not keep you waiting,” she taunted before revealing the third most popular task. “Pee your pants” Mel put a hand over her mouth in shock before pouting at her chat. “You guys really are perverts after all…,” she chided. Yet despite this, the busty blonde stood up from her chair with a grin on her face. She grabbed the mic and put it up to her mouth, allowing her breathing to tickle her viewers’ ears as she prepared herself to follow through with the first task of the stream. “A-ah…,” her voice leaked out as she felt herself loosening the control on her bladder. “It’s… it’s coming out…” The vampire’s breathing picked up as she felt a warm wetness spread around the crotch of her black and yellow shorts. Multiple trickles of urine ran down her legs and between them onto the wood floor. Mel purred as she felt her pee pool in her boots and soak her feet. The chat was thoroughly pleased with the mixed sounds of their oshi’s breathing and her urine spattering against the floor, as well as the growing dark spot between her thighs. “Ahh, I… I think I’m done…,” Mel whimpered, having completely saturated her lower half in her own piss. The aroused streamer let her lapse of judgement get the better of her, allowing her horny brain to take control. She was going to have a good time with her chat, YouTube TOS be damned. Wasting no time, she revealed the second most voted option to herself and the stream. “Heartbeat ASMR” Mel gave the stream a devious smirk. Although it wasn’t required to complete the task, the erotic vampire wasted no time flinging her top off, giving the world a clear view of her beautiful, perky breasts. As her arousal increased, so did her watchers’. [Wowwowowowowow] [The BANpire strikes again] [Best tits in Hololive!] “Hehe… you perverts! I’m glad you like them…,” Mel blushed through her scolding. She cupped her boobs in her hands, giving them a lengthy massage in front of the webcam. Her stream watched eagerly as she squeezed and manipulated her breasts, even giving her nipples a couple of flicks for good measure. With her heartrate elevated, she raised her left breast with one hand while pressing her microphone under it with the other. A loud, rhythmic thumping could be heard as the sound of her heart mixed with her increasingly loud breathing. Mel watched as the chatroom scrolled up at breakneck speed, feeling proud of her ability to please her followers. However, a different wetness was growing between the blonde’s legs as her mind and body craved even more attention. Returning the mic back to her desk, Mel revealed the top-voted task. “Poop your pants” Mel stared into her screen, her mind scrambling to process those three words. “P-poop my pants? I thought wetting myself was risqué enough!” She thought to herself as she began to have feelings of doubt for the first time of the stream. “Wait? Why’s this even the most voted? People’d rather watch me poo myself than masturbate? What have I been doing? What is my manager thinking right now?” As she grappled with her emotions, she looked at her chat for their thoughts. [C’mon Mel! Just do it!] [This stream’s probably getting nuked so who cares] [What? You’re seriously chickening out now?] Mel bit her lip as she glazed over the different messages either encouraging or provoking her, having the effect of raising her libido just again. “It’d be so naughty,” she argued to herself as the dampness in her crotch grew again. “Screw it, let’s do this…,” she said aloud to the cheers of her fans. Mel turned around and propped herself on the arms of her chair, sticking her butt out to face right into the webcam and the ASMR mic. With her face obscured from view, Mel began grunting and straining her bowels. Although her body initially met her with resistance, her willpower overrode her sphincter’s functions as solid mush forced its way against the back of the vampire black panties and began tenting her shorts outwards. Feelings of worry dissipated in Mel’s mind as the call of nature took over, the expanding warm mass in her pants titillating her even further. The half-naked streamer’s grunts transformed into moans as she lost control of bowels, helpless to do anything but watch as her body finished the job for her. The whole time, the sounds of crackling and moaning enveloped the ears of her audience as they watched the bulge in her shorts grow, captivating them as well into Mel’s horny spiral. Lost in her own lust, Mel finally turned her head to the camera, a deep crimson blush across her face and drool running down her chin. Her eyes were met with universal praise from her viewers. [She really did it… incredible…] [Such a good girl] [Damn I’m so hard rn] “I’m such a dirty girl.” The worship from her fans drove Mel over the edge as she threw out the last of her inhibitions. The crazed vampire rested her chest against her chair as she placed one hand between her legs and the other on the bulge in her shorts. At once, Mel forcefully pressed both hands into herself through her soaked and soiled clothes, performing the messiest masturbation session she’s ever done live in front of thousands of fans. Moans turned into screams that frequently peaked the ASMR mic. At this point, however, everyone was enjoying the show as Mel gave in to her most disgusting and depraved desires. “Ah! Ahhhh! AHHHHHHH!” Within mere minutes, the unconscionably horny girl had reached a level of orgasm she’d never thought possible. As she reached her peak, her knees gave out as she fell into the seat of her chair and her butt hit the floor with an audible smacking sound. As she lay there, her mind in shambles, a wave of weariness washed over her. As her eyes closed, she watched all the chatters showering her in praise and let out a weak smile. The next morning, Mel slowly regained consciousness, her bare chest and face slightly stuck to the leather seat from her sweat and drool. All at once, the memories of the prior night hit her like a truck. Panicked, she quickly rose and regretted it just as quickly, as the pee and poop from the night before had become cold and uncomfortable. Mel could feel an irritating itching between her legs and butt cheeks, probably a rash. However, none of that mattered as the vampire took one look at her YouTube page and braced for the worst. “Video removed: Terms of Use violation” “Thank god…,” Mel fell back on her butt with another splat. Somehow, likely through the efforts of her manager, only the video was gone and her channel was saved from termination. No doubt she would hear an earful from everyone later, but for the time being she could be at peace. Reassessing her situation, Mel bit her lip, a blush forming as she released her bladder into her soiled shorts. She cooed as the urine warmed her in more ways than one and gently rocked herself back and forth against the floor. “My viewers really are a bunch of perverts…”
  24. Hi everyone! Here's a quick something I wrote (surprisingly all in one sitting this time) in yet another strike of boredom; it is from my usual main character Ocean's universe (check out my profile for more of him haha), but this time I tried having him watch from the sidelines while I, as an off-page narrator, tell the story of a woman named Agatha ending up desperate to pee in a class Ocean's teaching. There will eventually be a second chapter to this one, but for now, I hope you enjoy this one! # Agatha Harrison filled up her large empty coffee mug for the second time today. She had just finished a light breakfast, and was now about to start baking a tray of cookies to bring to class. Despite recently turning fifty, she was not the teacher, but the student of an English class in a small, government-funded learning center. After successfully serving her country as a judge of the supreme court for decades, she had decided it was time to finally retire from a busy career and pursue her interests instead, which had her land on the aforementioned class along with only two other students and a young but very capable teacher named Ocean. Ocean was no more than half Agatha's age, but she would always be marveled by both his knowledge, skills in teaching and overall intellect and manners. As a former judge, she knew about and lived by well manners and the rules of the society, written or spoken. Knowing how and when to act in what way was what opened her several doors in life, and she was very sure from her years of experience that the same doors would eventually open for Ocean as well. And today, you could say that the reason Agatha was now sipping on her third mug of coffee instead of stopping at her usual one a morning was, in a way, Ocean. You see, for Agatha, age did bring plenty of wisdom and professional success with it; but on the other hand, decades of a busy work life and tight, unflexible schedules had also taken its effect on her physically; especially her bladder strength. It wasn't unusual for her to go on for hours and hours without a ladies' room break in courtrooms when she was still working, but ever since she retired, she was, so to speak, out of practice. Combined with the nature of her aging, it had lead to more frequent and sometimes untimely bathroom breaks. For someone who was as well-mannered and orderly as she was, excusing herself multiple times in the middle of antyhing was a problem, one she needed to somehow get over. Her inspiration would come in an unrelated way form her teacher Ocean, during the end of one of their classes. "For any language, knowing it and speaking it are indeed largely correlated," Ocean began his closing speech. "If you know better how to read and write, it'll almost certainly help you speak better. But..." He paused just for a moment to make sure he had the attention of all three students, and continued. "...there is one more very important trait one needs to have to speak effectively..." Another pause. "...confidence". The students waited, now curious. "You see, even if you know all the necessary grammar and the vocabulary to communicate in a certain level, when we are faced with a real life situation, the question of 'What if I say something wron and end up making a fool of myself?' eventually pops into our minds. And in a vicious cycle of forgetting what we know because of this anxiety and getting anxious because we forgot what we know, we end up opting to avoid speaking altogether. This cycle is something all three of you will need to break at some point or another; and the sooner the better." "But how does one overcome it..?" One of the other students asked what Agatha was also dying to know. "It's simple, but certainly not easy," Ocean began his answer. "You overcome it just like how you overcome any other anxious situation in life; by getting out of your comfort zone and learning to be comfortable outside it. You need to go out there, try your best, fail, fail again, make a fool out of yourself, get embrarrassed and ashamed. Remember, the goal with this exercise isn't to advance your English knowledge; that's something that will happen here. Instead, it is to push yourself further and further, stretch out your comfort zone through this repeated pushing of its limits, until it gets strong enough. Like you would with a muscle, in a way." Agatha and the other two students looked at Ocean with a newborn excitement. "If there's no further questions, you may leave for today," Ocean concluded the class and the students started packing up. "See you all tomorrow. Don't forget; find out your limits, and make sure to push them." On her way home, Agatha kept thinking about Ocean's speech. But how would she go about doing such a thing? There was no one around her that both spoke English and didn't speak her main language. After a while, an unrelated idea popped in her mind. She may not have had any idea for learning purposes, but perhaps she could use this method to solve another problem in her life. Ocean did say confidence in speaking was like a muscle, and the way to strengthen it was knowing your limits and pushing them, right? That's what she had to do with her frequent restroop trip problem too; find her limits and push them. Sounded simple enough. Being a methodical woman as usual, Agatha spent the rest of the day figuring out a meticulous plan for tomorrow, with her main goal of getting her bladder as full as possible without having an accident (which even the thought of it sent a wave of embarrassment through her body, whether by her own, or god forbid, in public). She was going to allow herself to have her usual morning pee—with how full she usually woke up, it could be a misleading start. Her usual one cup of coffee in the morning would go up to two—no, three cups. She was also going to bring a large family-sized thermos of tea to the class tommorow to go with the cookies she was baking for the whole class. The tea would be for everyone, but she promised herself to not shy away from having a few cups as well. She would get one ladies' room trip one hour after the class started, at the break time. After the classes were over, she would drink whatever's left of the tea thermos before she got back home, and after that, she would get no more bathroom breaks until she was at her absolute limit. And the most important rule she set for herself; she would stay composed and ensure not to show any signs to anyone, no matter how bad it got. That way, it would be as realistic as possible to her everyday life. And here Agatha was, almost finished with her third cup of coffee in the morning, having packed up the cookies and the tea and now heading upstairs to get dressed. Even at her retirement, Agatha had kept her habit of dressing professionally, today opting for black dress pants and jacket, with a white shirt inside. She had put on a few extra pounds since her retirement but she wasn't at all bothered by it, even enjoying how the extra weight seemed to have gone mostly to the right places. On her way back down, she felt the first signals from her lower abdomen despite having had her morning pee only a little more than half an hour ago. She easily ignored them and walked right past the bathroom door, only making a mental note of how two extra cups of coffee had kicked up her urine production such quickly. Agatha arrived in the class and took her place, having been the first one in as usual. Punctuality was another positive trait leftover from her job as a judge. A few minutes later, Ocean and the other students joined her and Ocean began preparing for the class. But before that, he had an announcement to make. "Everyone, I'll have to leave a little earlier today, so if you guys are fine with it, I'm thinking we can skip our usual ten minute break between classes, and instead I'll dismiss the class twenty minutes earlier. So instead of the usual 1st hour, then a 10 minute break, then the second hour; it will be an hour and fourty minutes of class and then we'll be done for the day. What do you guys say?" Hearing that, Agatha couldn't help but feel a little concerned. Just judging between the time she left the house and sat down in class, her urge to urinate, while not at dangerous levels, was increasing quite rapidly and did not seem like it would slow down anytime soon. She was mentally prepared for an hour of waiting, but an hour and fourty minutes; was that even possible? Either way, remembering her promise to herself of not letting anybody know, and combined with the fact that the other two had agreed, Agatha also had no choice but to go along. That reminded her the tea and cookies she brought to the class. With the permission of Ocean, she poured a cup for everyone to drink, regretting the very large mug she chose to bring along for herself, but still determined to stick to the plan. She went back to paying attention to the board while continuously ignoring her rapidly-filling bladder. She was no stranger to keeping her focus due to the hours long trials she'd had, some of them even while with a full bladder, but with all that coffee from the morning and the large mug of tea she slowly was loading into her body, the urge to go was growing fast. About 30 minutes in Agatha noticed the first signs of her attention diverting from the class. Her bladder had enough pee in it to switch the signals from "Hey, just reminding you'll need to empty me soon" to "If you don't actively hold back, I might empty myself right now". Agatha kept ignoring the call of nature, instead only giving herself an ever so slight reposition in her seat to make the urge go away every time the urge struck. Meanwhile, everyone else was finished with their (much smaller than Agatha's) cups of tea. When another student got up to pour herself another cup and offered to top hers off too, Agatha realized she had subconsciously been drinking hers a little slower than usual. She downed the remaining tea at once and kindly accepted the offer of a refill. The sound of tea pouring into a large glass caught her distracted bladder off-guard, causing her to suddenly tense up as the contents of her bladder knocked on the exit. It was now an hour and two cups of tea in. All that tea she drank had rapidly made its way to Agatha's bladder, sped up by the diuretic effects from the coffee. Agatha was now properly desperate, her bladder now reaching maximum capacity and having to stretch itself to make room for the onslaught of liquid on the way. The "signals" were no longer signals, there was just an absolute sense of urgency coming from her swollen lower abdomen. It took pretty much all her strength and focus not to squirm around in her seat or embarrassingly hold her crotch. It was the most desperate she'd been in a long time. Though she knew she could hold on for longer if she was allowed to maybe squirm in her seat a little, and could easily last the rest of the class if she could somehow aid herself with a hand or two, she realized she was no longer in any condition to pat attention to the class anymore. Considering an hour in was the time for her only allowed bathroom break anyway, and that she knew Ocean wouldn't mind at all, she reluctantly made the decision to finally excuse herself. "Umm..." Agatha asked after a few slow and angonizing minutes to find a good moment, making an enormous effort to suppress the shaking in her voice. "May I please be excused for a minute..?" "Of course Agatha, go ahead. No need to even ask." Agatha was very grateful Ocean didn't ask for an explanation, and frankly she didn't have the time to give one either. She quickly thanked and dashed out of the classroom with quick steps. Because it was a Sunday, the corridors on their floor was completely empty, which gave her a much needed freedom to dance around a little on the way to the restrooms. Now frantic, she rushed into the empty ladies' room. Being so close to relief, her urge skyrocketed, as more and more pee made its way to the exit of her urethra, barely being kept in by the last remnants of Agatha's power. In just a matter of a few short seconds that felt much longer to her, she unbuttoned and yanked down her pants and panties, entered the stall and practically threw herself on the toilet seat before finally allowing herself to relax. Immediately, after almost two hours of holding, three cups of coffee and two mugs of tea worth of pee bursted out of her with incredible velocity, echoing all over the empty restroom as it forcefully splashed againt the toilet bowl. Agatha involuntarily let out a big sigh of relief as the immense feeling of relief jolted all over her body in waves. A little longer than thirty seconds later, the vigorous stream finally died down into a trickle, and promptly stopped, leaving an exhausted Agatha sitting on the toilet. Her body wanted to savour this moment of relief even longer, but she had to get back to class. On the way out, Agatha could not help but feel disappointed in herself; was this her absolute limit? If it was not Ocean, but someone else teaching instead, what would she do then? Someone much more strict in their students' bathroom needs? She pictured herself in that scenario. She pictured herself getting more and more desperate, with a whopping half an hour remaining to the end of the class, disgracing herself and her strict ladylike manners by squirming in her seat, distracting the teachher and the other students, even grabbing herself if it got to that point, while everyone else beginning to notice a fifty-year old former judge of the supreme court about to go potty in her pants like a little girl. It was unacceptable. She HAD to be able to hold it. She WAS going to hold it. No more excuses. Having made her mind up, she made a detour to the vending machine close by and got herself a half-liter bottle of water. She finished it as quickly as possible, before getting back to class. Kindly apologizing to Ocean for her absence, she took her seat, refilled her large mug for the second time today with tea and now with an empty bladder, gave her full attention to the remaining half hour of class. There would be no more bathroom breaks. She was determined to go home, keep the liquids flowing, and keep holding it— but this time, until she could not possibly hold it one second longer. To be continued...
  25. From the album: [English] Random translated comics/images part 2

    This is a small scene from a doujinshi, but I can't remember where I found it. After this, the teacher blackmails her into having sex, so You're not missing anything important.
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